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The Stranger 5
Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Characters: Destroyer!Chris
Summary: A stranger buys the farmstead nearby and disturbs your sleepy village life.
Part of the Backwoods AU
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
You don’t know how to get out of this. You finished your pie without tasting it and the latte added to your flurrying nerves. You’re almost shaking in your chair as you stare at his hands, the ring on his pinkie tight around his rough skin. You peer over at your wagon of groceries and chew your lip.
“Um, thanks for the uh, coffee and pie,” you sniff, “but I should get going.”
“Going?” He spreads his large hand on the table top, hooking his thumb under the edge.
“My grandma is waiting–”
“I’ll give you a ride,” he offers. Again. You already told him no in the grocery store.
“Erm, that’s nice, but…” you stand cautiously and move the empty mug onto the plate, “I can handle it–”
“Christ, sugar,” he leans forward, clutching his hands together, “I’m being nice here. Why are you trying to run away?”
“I… I’m not,” you gulp. “I just… I like the walk.”
He sucks his teeth noisily and huffs. He looks around the cafe with a scowl. You take the empty dishes and carry them to the counter. As you turn back, you find Chris on his feet, the wagon’s handle in his grasp.
You approach him sheepishly.
“I’ll walk you,” he insists.
You don’t know how to keep saying no. Really, you haven’t really said it. You’ve been really nice in just diverting. Usually, that works.
“It’s okay, that’s a long way–”
“But you said you like the walk,” he challenges, “it is a long way to walk alone.”
“Well, uh, I guess, but… it’s Hammer Ford, it’s not…”
“Dangerous?” He snorts, “everywhere is dangerous, sugar. Even a place like this.” He takes a breath, his broad chest puffing out and checks his watch, “let’s not waste any more time.”
You give up. If you just let him walk with you, he might just get the idea that you’re boring. He might leave you alone. Or turn back halfway and not want to make the whole trek to your grandmother’s. You hope something changes his mind because you’re out of ideas.
“Alright,” you pout and turn to cross the cafe.
He pulls the wagon behind you. You hold the door for him as he steps out into the sunlight. You let go of the door and start off down the sidewalk. He catches up easily.
“Don’t act like I’m twisting your arm. Didn’t that grandmother ever teach you manners?”
“Sir, I…” you flinch as his words injure you. “I wasn’t– wait, what about your truck?”
“I’ll get it later. I’m not worried about that. I’m worried about you. Don’t you get it?” He snarls.
You don’t get it. You really don’t. No one ever bothers you. They really never notice you. You’re just Sadie’s granddaughter, nothing more.
“You wanna get in?” He asks suddenly. You look up at him confused, “think there’s more than enough room for you.”
He glances over his shoulder and you peek back at the wagon. You shake your head.
“No thanks, I’m okay.”
“Won’t bother me,” he says.
“I wanna walk,” you trod along with him towards the edge of the central strip.
His arm brushes yours and you keep your eyes on the horizon. You’re quiet as your shoes kick through the dirt. His elbow knocks against your again and you nearly jump out of your skin as he bats his hand around yours, finally getting a grasp on it. He holds it as he walks on without a word.
A new layer of sweat rises on your forehead. It’s more than the sunlight bearing down on you, it’s this man. What is he doing? Holding your hand! Like you’re together?
You walk on in silence, arms swing with each step. You don’t know what else to do but keep going. You just want to get home and hide away from him. He squeezes tighter as you climb the first incline. You’re breathless as you get to the top though he’s no worse for ware.
“Wanna take a break, sugar?” He asks as he slows along the peak.
“I’m okay,” you gasp out.
“You don’t sound okay.”
“Sir, I’ll catch my breath,” you assure him.
You try to pull your hand from his and he nearly crushes your fingers. You don’t try again. He slows his gait as the wheels crunch along the gravel. On and on your go.
Finally, you’re in sight of the swathe of trees that hide your grandmother’s old yellow siding. You drag your feet and sigh, “I can take it from here. It’s just ahead.”
“I’ll see you to the front door,” he says, “can never be too safe.”
“Sir, it’s not bear season–”
“I’m not worried about bears,” he snips, “besides, I came all this way. Think I should at least get to meet your grandmother. Tell her thank you for the pie.” He shakes his head, “you’re too jumpy. Stop thinking so much.”
You try to untangle your hand from his. He lets go of the wagon and lurches you with a mean yank. You crash into him as he turns to face you. You stare up at him, shaking as his other hand comes to grip your arm.
“You are working my last damn nerve. All I’ve done is be nice,” he growls, “so you’re going to put on a smile and introduce me to the old lady. Maybe you might even invite me in for dinner…” he looks over at the wagon, “that’s only polite.”
“Please,” you whimper, “I didn’t mean–”
“I don’t care what you meant. Actions speak louder,” his nostrils flare, “and I think mine have said more than enough. It’s your turn, sugar.”
Your lower lip pokes out and you nod with a thick gulp, “I’m sorry, sir.”
“If you’re so damn sorry, do better,” he releases you and bends to grab the wagon handle again, “come on, let’s go.”
You peer from him to the trees and frown. You flit ahead of him, buzzing like a hummingbird as you lead him onward. Your grandmother will be happy and no help at all. She’ll be more than happy to welcome in the big bad wolf.
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Over the Hood
Pairing: Mechanic!Destroyer!Chris x Female Reader
Summary: Chris lends you more than a hand when your car breaks down.
Word Count: Over 1k
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), semi-public sex, light feels (it's me), future light angst, Destroyer!Chris (he’s a warning, okay?).
A/N: Ninth my Naughty & Nice Nonsense belongs to Blue and Kitten, a new couple for our motocross AU! Combination inspired by @sweeterthanthis sending this ask and @nocturne-pisces for providing future background on this beautiful couple-to-be. Thank you, lovelies! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
It’s cliche when you think about it. What are the chances that a good looking mechanic shows up minutes after your car breaks down? The same one you’ve had the pleasure of seeing at the local races? A man with icy eyes, a brooding stare, and offered you only a small smile when you helped him patch up his hand recently.
Everyone calls him Blue.
He calls you Kitten.
“Don’t tell me your car broke down,” Chris said once he rolled his truck window down.
“I won’t tell you then,” you smiled, holding up your phone. “I was getting ready to call someone.”
“Don’t bother. I’ll take a look,” he said, pulling over and parking before you could argue. The way he slammed the door when he got out, you almost wondered if it was an inconvenience to him. He was the one who offered to help though. “You can consider us even for my hand.”
“Helping you with your hand is part of my job,” you argued.
A small cut was an easy fix for you and spending a little time with him was admittedly nice. From what you knew about the man, he didn’t let too many close to him. Even some of the riders who were friendly with him were held at an arm’s length. But you still managed to get that small smile out of him by the end of it.
Jake even told you that Chris had a thing for you.
You didn't want to read into it.
“And this is my job,” he pointed out as he got closer. “Is it your job to give everyone kitten band aids?”
Don’t laugh. Don’t. Laugh.
“Only my special patients,” you teased, seeing his eyes flash at the amusement in your tone.
Why are the brooding ones always so handsome?
“And we’re not even, by the way. I’ll pay you for your time.”
“Oh, you will, Kitten,” he warned you. "I'll make sure of it."
That payment came in the form of you being bent over the hood of your car.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good,” he grunted, his beard scraping against your ear as he thrust. “Aching to be filled, aren’t you?”
You couldn’t ignore that there was an undeniable pull between the two of you, but you never expected yourself to spread your legs so easily for him. Especially pinned on top of your car where anyone could drive by and see you. You always had a thing for the bad boy type though and Chris fit the bill to a tee. Men like him made you feel daring.
You feared the high from the thrill he gave you would make you want more.
Too late.
“Should’ve buried my face in your cunt. Think you can cream all over my face, Kitten? I’ll settle for my cock for now.”
Your insides curled, pleasure threatening to burst from every seam. “Chris,” you whined, feeling his jeans brush against the back of your thighs as his hips met yours. “You can’t just say that.”
He chuckled as he gripped your chin and turned your face toward his. It wasn’t easy to kiss him with the angle, but he made it work. His tongue against yours felt right, just like his cock felt perfect in your warm, wet hole.
“Why not?” he asked as he broke the kiss, your hands gripping the hood for purchase as he thrust harder. “You’ll let me put my cock in you, but not my tongue? You don't want my beard to smell like you?"
You moaned when he snuck his hand around and brought his fingers to your clit. You would reprimand yourself later for letting him fuck you without a condom, but you knew he was clean. And you wanted him to make a mess of you. Being owned, even for a short time, was what your body needed.
“If you don’t get me off, you’ll never get a taste,” you threatened.
You didn't mean it. You weren't sure if this was a one time thing or not and you didn’t want to pressure him for anything else. The two of you hardly knew each other. Something was there though. Did he feel it?
If he keeps others far away from him, will he let me in?
He chuckled again, his fingers working your bundle of nerves in time with his thrusts.
“I know a greedy pussy when I feel it and my cock is just as greedy," he promised, your eyes rolling back as he brought you to the edge. "So fucking give it to me. Come.”
Your head dropped against the hood as you came with a cry, your knees shaking as you struggled to get air in your lungs. Sex like this shouldn’t have felt so intense. Maybe it was just how Chris made you feel.
“Fuck,” he groaned as his hips stilled, your insides warm as his cock throbbed in your quivering hole. Your release and his own seeped around his cock as he collapsed on your back. His heart pounded, the rhythm almost as fast as yours. “Fuck.”
He rested his face in the crook of your neck as his breathing began to even out. You weren’t too eager to move, although you should have since you were on the side of the road. But the way his arm gently wrapped around your waist, it seemed as if he wanted the afterglow to last longer, too. Who were you to deny him that after the earth shattering orgasm he gave you?
“Chris?” you asked, unsure of what to say exactly when he made no effort to pull out.
“Sorry,” he whispered, holding your waist tighter. “Just. Let me, please?”
You placed your hand over his, uncaring that your chest was still pressed against the hood. “Hold me as long as you want,” you whispered back.
A kiss to your neck was the only thanks he could give and you wouldn’t ask for more.
Not today.
Just don’t let me go, Chris.
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SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 181 & 182
Welcome to Weeks 181 & 182
A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 40 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.
As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜
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Jungle Cruise- (Bucky x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie
Give Me a Name - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817
Stray - (Steve x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18
Enjoying - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan
Promises - (Destroyer!Chris x Reader) - @nano--raptor
Santa Baby - (Bucky x Reader) - @gogolucky13
Christmas Compromises - (Bucky x Reader) - @rookthorne
Rose Petals - (Frank C x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty
Daisy chain - (Steve x Reader) - @sunshinebuckybarnes
Big girls don't cry - Part 1 - @holylulusworld
Tutor - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan
Unsavory - (Pete x Reader) - @labella420
Heat Inducing - (Steve x Reader) - @navybrat817
Obedience - (Lloyd x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18
Built Differently - Pound the alarm - (Stucky x Reader) - @rookthorne
Collared part 29 - @spnexploration
Collared part 30 - @spnexploration
Life Is Short So Make It Sweet - Chp 1 - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Switched Sides - Part 1 - @deliciousangelfestival
Your Mark On Me - Part 3 - (Steve x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513
Back in my Arms - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog
The Dad Diaries: Welcome Home - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817
Juxtaposition (Part 2) - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim
Spoiled - (Andy x Reader x Ari) - @stargazingfangirl18
Swell with pride - (Lloyd x Reader) - @biteofcherry
Fallen Together - (Bucky x Reader) - @gotnofucks
Snow bunny (1) - @holylulusworld
Dark Concepts - (Andy x Reader) - @hansensgirl
Bind - (Frank C x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty
His Inheritance - Part 31 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18
Secret reunion - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan
she's a good girl - (Andy x Reader) - @sunshinebuckybarnes
The Rest of the Year - (Bucky x Reader) - @pellucid-constellations
black shirts and soggy cereal - (Bucky x Reader) - @sergeantxrogers
Oh, Little Cottontail - (Bucky x Reader) - @rookthorne
Blood magic - (Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan
Burn - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan
Shelter - (Robert P x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18
Drip - (Stucky x Reader) - @biteofcherry
Slip Inside - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817
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I'm so excited request are back open! Can I please get a destroyer! Chris fic where his cock is so sensitive. Everytime you touch it he's cumming so he gets overstimulated reallllly easy to the point he's crying but he loves your pussy so much. He can't help it and his cock gets swollen from just how overstimulated he is. He can hardly fit it inside you . when he finally gets the tip in he's cumming and is able to slide in but he's a whimpering mess when you start squeezing him on purpose .
This genuinely made me giggle with excitement when I read it omg this is exactly what I needed!!
Destroyer!Chris x Reader; sensitive cock? (idk it's a warning), lots of cum, excessive coming, overstimulation, vaginal sex, handjob, messy sex (cum)
ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+
“Fuck pretty girl, need ta get in you,” Chris muttered fumbling with jeans that were hanging loose on his slim hips. He had you pressed against the wall, one thigh hiked up over his forearm, your pussy wet and bared to him beneath your skirt. You reached up and stuck your hand down his pants, grabbing his hard cock and feeling it immediately jerk, warmth flowing over your fingers.
“Shitshitshit, baby wait, you gotta-” Chris cut off as he came again, your hand jacking him lightly, sliding easily through all the cum spreading down his shaft and soaking his briefs.
“Gotta what, Chris? Go on, tell me to stop, tell you don’t want me,” you goaded, your hand never stopping, and Chris whined, coming again as he got his jeans unzipped. His hands shook as he pushed his pants down his thick thighs, and you released his dick, a breath slipping out of his lips.
“You know I can’t baby,” Chris groaned, and you grinned wickedly, trailing a single finger up the thick vein on the bottom of his cock. His dick jerked wildly, cum spurting out of the tip, making a mess between you and him.
“Fuck it,” Chris muttered, and spun the two of you around, throwing you down onto the bed in the middle of the room. He kicked off his jeans, tossing his shirt in a far corner as he crawled on top of you. His dick brushed against your thigh and you could feel wetness spreading.
“Again? God Chris, you’re so fucking messy!” you laughed, reaching down and stroking him again. He buried his face in your neck, hips pumping into your fist, soaking your skirt as he came yet again.
“Ba-baby, shit can’t stop, s-so sensitive,” Chris whimpered into your skin, sucking desperately on your jaw as tears formed in his eyes. You stroked the back of his shaved head, pushing his face back into your neck.
“It’s okay Chris, c’mon, you can do it, just the tip,” you said, grabbing the short hair on top of his head and pulling, until he was staring at you with wet eyes. “You can do that, can’t you?”
Chris blinked and a tear fell onto your cheek, dripping down to your neck. “Y-yeah pretty girl, I can- fuck!” he swore as you gripped him tightly, his dick pulsing as he came, coating your hand and stomach, your shirt rucked up to beneath your breasts, no bra underneath. Cum ran down in between your boobs, pooling at your neck.
“Chris! Gonna have to shower after this,” you giggled, and his eyes roved over your body, covered in his cum. He opened his mouth, but all that came out was a moan, his eyes rolling as he came yet again, his dick swollen in your hand, your fingers barely touching around it.
“Gotta- gotta, just the tip,” Chris panted, still crying almost without realizing it. He reached down, fitting his dick to your entrance, coming immediately, spurting inside you but dripping back out instantly.
Chris whined pathetically, his dick sliding through your folds against your cunt, finally catching on your hole. The head popped inside you and Chris gasped then cried out as he came again, filling your pussy and slicking the way, his swollen dick inching into you, both of you swearing the whole way.
“Jesus fuck!” you shouted as his balls slapped your ass, finally settled inside you, coming again. You felt messy, inside and out, and Chris was still crying above you, propped up on his forearms.
“Baby, shit, I can’t- can’t move,” Chris grunted, voice low but breathy, his body trembling as he held himself above you, mostly still. His breath blew across your neck, sending a shiver down your spine and you clenched on his dick, feeling it huge inside you. Chris whimpered, collapsing on top of you, a huff of air escaping you as his weight landed on you.
He rut his hips into yours, coming, longer this time, so you squeezed again, milking him. A strangled noise came out of Chris’ throat, his teeth grit together as he tried to push off you, surrendering when you tugged at his shoulders. He laid heavy on you, rutting you into the mattress, coming endlessly as you rhythmically clenched and released your muscles.
“Love this pussy baby, love it, love you. Fuck, too much, baby I can’t,” Chris sobbed, crying into your shoulder as his hips rocked his cock in and out of your tight cunt. “Love it so much, need ta make you come, c’mon p-pretty girl,” he whimpered, cock swelling again, stretching you out further and making you moan.
Chris pressed deep into you, rubbing his cock back and forth against a spot inside you that made you see stars and you choked on your breath, cunt spasming as you came, orgasm pulled from you out of nowhere.
Chris sobbed as you squeezed around him, tightening until you couldn’t hold back and relaxed, body melting with your release. Chris sank into you, pressing you into the bed, until you almost couldn’t breathe. He was still crying, dick still pulsing inside you.
“Chris, baby, come on, roll over,” you encouraged quietly, whispering in his ear, his face hidden in your neck. He groaned, sliding his arms under you, wrapping them around your middle before rolling the two of you over so he was on his back and you were on top of him. You slowly sat up, his arms sliding down to cup your ass, down to your thighs to support you as you carefully lifted up and off his dick.
He cried, groaning as you came off him, before rolling to his side and scooping you into his arms, cradling your back against his chest, one arm across your breasts, the other around your hips. Chris buried his face in your hair, his tears lessening as he breathed, his dick pressed against your ass, still hard but not as swollen.
“Love you Chris,” you whispered, and he pulled you tighter against him, whimpering when his dick pressed harder to your ass. You shushed him, reaching back and rubbing the side of his thigh, stroking his flank until his breathing had evened out and he was relaxing into the bed, asleep.
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Aww, would you look at that? Your new neighbor is getting a show.
Your boyfriend doesn't mind. He likes showing people you're his. 🔥
The Devil You Don't Know
Pairing: Destroyer!Chris x F!Reader x Dark!Nick Fowler (sorta 🤭)
Summary: Your husband loves to show you off. Little does he know, the new neighbour in town has far more in mind than just sitting back and enjoying the show.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dirty talk, mild possessiveness, male masturbation, mentions of infidelity, dark undertones, 18+.
Word Count: 850
A/N: It's been a while. Life has been crazy. Wanted to dip my toe back in the pool. Be kind. Thank you @navybrat817 for always knowing exactly how to destroy me! 💗
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“Come on, baby. You got another one for me?” Chris croons in your ear; one hand curled over your shoulder and the other gripping the nape of your neck. The sound of his flesh slapping against yours rings through the air, the window in front of you misting with every panting breath that escapes you. “I know you do. You’re still standing, aren’t you? Won’t stop pounding this pretty pussy ‘til you can’t hold yourself up anymore.”
Your fingers dig into the window ledge before you, forehead seeking out the cool relief of the glass. You don't remember how you got there. Just moments ago he was eating your cunt like his life depended on it on the couch. You know Chris enjoys showing you off. Everytime he takes you out you feel the pride that radiates from him when people see you on his arm. But this? This is entirely new.
“Think he’s jerking off, sweetheart? I bet he is. Poor guy’s probably sittin’ there wondering how good you feel.” All you can do is moan in response, catching two of his fingers between your teeth when his hand snakes up to toy with your mouth. You hum around his digits as they hook the inside of your cheek, allowing yourself to be tugged back against his chest. You whimper when his cock brushes that tender spot inside you, slurping on his fingers, drool seeping from your lips and dripping down onto the sturdy rings that adorn them. “You can be louder than that. Know you can. Let him hear you, baby. Let him hear how good I fuck my girl.”
Your eyes flit to the open window. If you weren’t so blissed out, you might be embarrassed. Bracing yourself, palms flat against the glass, you grind yourself back against him; humming in contentment when his free hand dips between your legs. You shiver at the feel of flesh-warmed metal against your clit, Chris’ fingers expertly working the sensitive nub, swiping back and forth at a torturously gentle pace.
“Chris,” you whine shamelessly, “need more. Faster. Please.”
“My fingers? Or my cock?” He taps your cunt with his palm, grinning against your shoulder and grazing the skin with his teeth. “Be more specific, baby. Use those big girl words for me.”
"Your cock." You cringe at the thought of your new neighbor being able to hear your pleas, but you could care less if it means you get to come on your husband's dick again tonight. “Fuck me harder. Make me come. Use me.”
Chris all but growls against your throat, his arm winding its way back around your waist, holding you tight as he pounds into your soaked, spent cunt mercilessly.
You can barely make out the outline of him in the window across the street, but you know he’s there. You know he watches you. Has done every night since Chris decided he was worthy of a sordid little show. You haven’t met him, and honestly, you’re not sure if you could face it if you happened to bump into him in the neighborhood. Not now that he’s seen you fall apart at the capable hands of your husband multiple times this week.
“Know why I let him watch, baby?” Chris asks, his voice husky and his breath hot against your ear. All you can do is shake your head, moaning loudly in time with each brutal thrust of his rigid cock into your cunt. “Let him watch because it gets me off knowin’ that other men wanna fuck my girl. Knowin’ that there isn’t a chance in hell that I’d let him. You’re mine. This is my pussy.”
“Yours,” you groan, feeling every inch of him and trembling when his hips grind against your ass with each firm, insistent thrust. “Only yours.”
Nick Fowler isn’t one to sit back and watch someone else take what he wants. Even if that possession happens to have been in someone else's hands before he even set eyes on it. He wasn’t exactly excited about moving into the shitty little neighborhood, but you? Well, you make it almost tolerable.
Laying low isn’t something he’s used to, but now that he has a little game to play? Well, he’s not as bored as he thought he’d be. He raises his glass to his lips and swallows down a heavy mouthful of scotch, tongue flattening against his palm when he licks at it and moves to wrap his hand around the meaty, throbbing dick standing to attention in his lap.
Nick Fowler only keeps his distance for so long, and soon enough he’ll have you exactly where he wants you.
Beneath him, clawing your nails down his back and crying out that he’s the best fuck you’ve ever had.
It won’t be the first marriage he’s ruined, but if you’re as soft and pliable as you look from afar, you’ll be holding his attention for a lot longer than the last.
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Sweet Cherry Pops, Part 4
Summary: Robert and Cherry talk
Pairings: Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader, Robert X Cherry
Rating: mature
Warnings: language, branding, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 3.3K
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“Dada,” Robert stares up at the ceiling in the bedroom, holding your sleeping body closer to his. “Dada, hi!” Sundae squeals ring through the monitor. Cherry was always the one that would get up with her. It was their morning routine for him to hear that sweet voice on the monitor, and sleepily walk into her bedroom.
“Dada,” her voice sounds a bit more pitiful, and you open your eyes, looking up at Robert. “Dada. Aye, Dada!”
“Robert, you gotta realize, she’s a baby.”
“Pretty Girl, I’m not mad. You get you some clothes on, and I’m going to get my other pretty little girl. And I want to talk to you about something,” you nervously sit up, not quite sure what he could possibly be wanting to talk about. He didn’t have that angry look on his face as he walks out with only boxers on, and you slip on a loungy shirt and shorts.
“Aye!” Sundae squeals. She couldn’t walk, but she could hold herself up in the crib. Bending her knees and bouncing up and down when she sees Robert. Her mouth opening and closing before struggling to get out, “Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop,” leaning forward to bite on her crib.
“Did you just give me a name?” You smile, sitting on the bed. Lifting your knees up to your chest as you listen to him. “Are you calling me Pop?”
“Yesh,” she starts bouncing up and down before holding her hands up, and falling onto the mattress, “Oh! Pop. Pop. Pop! Hi.”
“So I’m Pop. Makes sense.”
“Dada?” She holds up both her hands in question, looking around Robert’s body to the door.
“That is what we got to talk to your mom about.”
“Mommy!”
“Okay. Okay, let's grab a diaper, wipes, and the baby, and we’re going to see your mommy,” rolling your eyes because of course Robert didn’t want to change her. He carries a sleepy eyed baby into the bedroom, and she wiggles around in his arms making grabby hands at you.
Handing you the baby and supplies, he sits on the opposite end of the bed, watching you and Sundae. The way she was staring up at you with her bright eyes, chewing on her hand. Her chunky little legs flip her over once her diaper is in place, and she squeezes her hand at you.
“What is that?” Robert asks, and you let her crawl closer to you. “What is she doing?”
“Baby sign language. She wants milk,” crawling into your lap, she’s the one that lifts up your shirt, and Robert just stares. “Cherry thought sign language was a good thing to implement. Especially when her speech is limited. She can tell us when she’s hungry, or hurt, and even if she wants more of something.”
“That’s incredible. You two really did a good job with her,” you tilt your head to the side, giving him a soft look. “Last night didn’t go the way I hoped it would,” that was an understatement. Last night was a fucking disaster. “He was trying to make you jealous.”
“Yeah, it worked. Worked on a baby as well.”
“And it won’t happen again. Cherry can say what he wants to me, but you are out of the question. And Sundae didn’t ask for any of this shit.”
“Freezy baby, you were doing so good with your swearing.”
Robert is the one who was smiling now. He never imagined this life that you had given him. Never could have foreseen a woman in his life. Just one, and he is completely satisfied. He definitely never saw himself openly willing to share his woman with another man. But it wasn’t just sex between you and Cherry. The two of you had created a bond, and love in between you. He had become Sundae’s father. As much as Robert wanted to be pissed. He was thankful.
“I want to talk to Cherry. Just me and him. Not include you or Sunny because it gets you both upset. Pretty Girl, you understand I would do any fucking thing for you, right? That extends over to our daughter that is sucking so fucking loud on your tit. Damn girl, is it that good?” She slaps at her chubby little leg when Robert gets a dastardly look, “I need to test it out to make sure it isn’t poisonous.”
“No, you need to go talk to our friend. Our partner.”
“Did you teach her to say Pop?”
Sundae unlatches from you, sitting up to look at her Pop, and you give her mouth a little wipe, pulling down your shirt, and she scoots closer to Robert, “It was Cherry’s idea,” Robert cocks his eyebrow up looking at you, “After she called him dada, it became his mission to heavily show her pictures of you, and say your name was Pop. She must have just put that together this morning. Huh, darling. Say Pop.”
Her mouth opens and closes, trying to get the sound out when she just blurts, “Pop! Dada!”
“Even she knows that there’s supposed to be two of you. So, now that you realize that last night was a disaster, why don’t you see if you can bring him back home. In an actual relationship with us.”
“Yeah, I don’t like the way that sounds. We share you and the baby. I’m the husband, he’s the boyfriend,” Sundae gives him a little hand clap, her mouth lifting in a pretty little smile. “And tell mama I got to try those titties later tonight.”
“Robert, do not talk about that in front of our daughter.”
“She’s a baby. She doesn’t know what I’m fucking talking about.”
“Uck. Uck. Uck,” you narrow your eyes looking at Robert as Sundae repeats Robert’s favorite word.
“I’ll quit talking like that in front of her, but when it’s just us, and a possible Cherry boy, oh, I’m going to fucking destroy you.”
“Uck. Uck. Uck,” she was already learning her Pop’s harsh way of speaking, and you couldn’t have that. Waving your hand to shoo Robert away, you decide today would be the day that you unteach your daughter the word fuck. “Uck. Uck. Aye!”
Robert slings his hand in the doorway, stopping Cherry from closing it in his face. “What do you want, Robert?”
“To talk. That bitch fucking here?”
“No. Nobody is here,” Cherry steps away, walking back into this dump of a motel, flopping back on the bed.
“No bodily fluids were left on this fucking bed?”
Cherry looks back at Robert, glowering at him, “Not from me. What do you want?”
“Last night was a terrible fucking idea. I should have listened to my…um, to Pretty Girl. She just wanted all of us to talk.”
“About what?” Cherry goes from laying flat on the bed, to sitting up. His hand rubbing over his belly while he yawns. “I slept like shit.”
“Because you’re used to sleeping in my damn bed.”
“Here we go. Thought you wanted to talk, but you’re wanting to stake your territory. I got it. She’s yours. Why do you think I brought a woman? I can’t do this Robert. I can’t be the side piece. The third wheel. I can’t know that I spent months with that woman. Watched her body change, and held her hand while she pushed out your daughter, but she became my daughter, too. That baby means just as much to me as her. So I’m either in, or I’m out.”
“Would you shut your fucking pie hole for a goddamn minute? Shit. I talked with her, and Sundae agreed, we’re ready for you to come home.”
Cherry yawns, rubbing the back of his head, while he thinks. Ground rules needed to be set sooner rather than later. He tried to have sex with that woman last night, but she wasn’t you. Politely called her a car to take her home while he drowned his sorrows in a bottle of Jack. All he wants is to go home. Be with you and see his daughter, “It’s not that simple.”
“Make it that fucking simple.”
“It’s not that easy. What is Sundae to me?”
“Don’t be a son of a bitch. That baby is your daughter. She fucking calls you dada. Is that what you fucking wanted to hear? She’s your daughter, but she’s also mine.”
“Was that hard?” Cherry gives him a smile, but there is still more that needs to be discussed. “I’m not sleeping upstairs in my old room.”
“Fine. Go the fuck on. What else?”
“There has to be some understanding that I don’t want just sex.”
“What do you fucking mean by that?”
“I’m a sensitive kind of guy.”
“Yeah, no fucking shit.”
Cherry gives him a laugh, twisting his head to pop his neck. The crack makes Robert gag a bit. For someone who was a professional murderer, he had some odd things that made him sick to his stomach. “What I mean is I like quick little kisses. I like holding her just because. I can tell when she’s had a bad day and just wants to cuddle. And I can’t be walking past her for a hug, kiss, and an ass squeeze if you’re going to growl at me. If we’re doing this, I’m all in. All of me. All of my body, and all of my heart.”
“I don’t want your fucking body near me, unless were fucking double penetrating her. There’s nothing between me and you. You fucking get that, right? Like if our cocks fucking touch, it’s because we’re stretching her tight light cunt over two cocks, or she’s sucking on both of us. Or fucking shit! Stretching that ass over two dicks!”
“Easy. I don’t want to fuck you anyways. She would have all of my body and heart. And I know, we’re sharing her, but I want equal opportunity. And as hot as it is for us both to destroy her, you know it’s okay for just one of us, right? And it can’t always be you. Sometimes you gotta let me have solo time. And not just with you stroking your cock in the corner, but you watching our baby, while I make sweet love to her. This only works if we’re all on the same page. I will share a bed with you. That bed upstairs can be for when it’s one of our birthday’s or something. Or for another kid, or…I don’t know.”
Robert breathes deeply, thinking closely about everything that Cherry had told him. It was only fair that everyone was equal with you. Feelings were involved, and they were so much deeper than genitals. Even if he could shove his cock pretty deep in your cunt.
“You know what you son of bitch, let’s go home, and we need to talk with my…our fucking Pretty Girl. We’ll figure it out. What I do know is that Sundae was asking for you this morning. She got me, called me Pop. And Pretty Girl — she fucking needs you. Last night was horrendous, but she needs you. She needs all of you. So I guess this is where we are.”
“Yeah. Let’s go home.”
“Hey darling,” you coo over at your daughter who was bouncing up and down, holding on to the couch. Looking towards the door, and making grabby hands.
“Dada. Pop,” she looks back at you, cheesing, and then looking back at the door.
“You hear the car pull up,” she gives you a head nod looking towards the door. Hearing the door knob turn, she gives a little squeal, and when Cherry and Robert walk in together, her hands drop from the couch. Giving one step forward. “Oh my god,” you whisper, putting a hand over your mouth.
“Dada,” she squeals, lifting her hands up, and almost losing her balance. Getting a determined look on her face when she takes another step. “P-p-Pop!” A giggle comes out of her mouth before taking two quick steps, and crashing to the floor. “Uh-oh!”
Deciding she gets somewhere quicker when crawling, her little legs shuffle her to the men, and she looks between the two of them. “Yay!”
“I think she fu…she told us what she wanted,” Robert walks over to you for a chaste little kiss.
“And what’s that?” Cherry leans over, picking up his little girl. He might not have helped create her, but he loved her like she was his own. He holds her so tightly, as she pets and slaps around his face. The moment of him refusing her, and leaving completely forgotten for her, but for Cherry it still remained. He could still see her angelic face as she cried for him. Arms reaching out, and he like an ass, walked away.
“She wants you and Robert here,” you choke out, watching the two of them. You couldn’t stay mad at him. “So don’t be stupid.”
“So you’re my girlfriend now?” The corner of his mouth turns up into a smirk, and you try to remain calm. Try to not think about how him and Robert being open and okay with you having both of them was making your entire body tingle.
“It appears that way,” you would give all three of them the world if they asked you. You felt as if your job was to keep them all happy. “Thank you for coming back.”
“There’s only one last thing for me to do.”
“And what’s that?” He walks Sundae over to Robert before turning to you. His hands playfully run around your neck, until he takes off your choker, and you look up at Robert, eyes already shining, and lip trembling.
“Pretty Girl, after today, you won’t wear that choker ever again,” reaching into his pocket, he hands you a lighter, and you look over at Cherry realizing what is happening. “If you want him in our lives. Make it official. I’m going to take Sundae outside for a bit. You two be careful.”
Cherry was already laying on the couch with his shirt off when you leave his side to find some tweezers, “Where do you want it?”
“On my neck,” you bite at your lip, looking at him was placing the charm where he wanted it, and you giggle, walking over to him. Wrapping his arm around your thigh, “Sit on me,” with the knowledge that Robert was okay with this coupling…tripling, you straddle his body, and hold the charm with the tweezers. His hands rub up under your dress, cupping your ass, while you wait for the metal to heat up.
“You remember when Robert and I got our brands?”
“I do. You were just this scared sweet thing. And if I recall, that’s the first time I got to play with this pretty pussy. I tasted your sweet honey,” you swat his hand from traveling up the front of your dress, and turn to look at him. “We’re gonna need a bigger bed.”
With a devilish grin, you press the ice cream cone charm up against his skin, grabbing onto an empty vase, you add pressure to the metal, while he seethes. “Hurts worse than you thought, huh?”
“It’s worth it. Pretty Girl, it’s cooled down.”
Letting the charm drop off his skin, you give his chest a smack, “And don’t you ever make our daughter cry like that again. She was inconsolable.”
“I don’t need to hear this.”
“Yes, you do. You should have talked to us then. You…you brought a stupid bitch here, and Sundae was confused. This branding doesn’t change what you did. You…you whore.”
“Aww,” his hand coasts under your dress, letting his finger rub over your mound, “I am a whore, but nothing happened with that woman. I’m a whore just for you, and I wanted — I wanted to make you hurt, and then I hated myself for that, and then with Sundae…that hurt. But I either wanted all of you and her, or none of it. I can’t be the other man.”
“You weren’t to us,” he tilts his head to the side, and you couldn’t deny that you had led him to believe it was always going to be Robert. That there wasn’t anything that could change how you felt about him. Making Cherry feel it was an either or. “You should have talked to all of us. You got pissy.”
“I got pissy because Robert is possessive. We’ll go over some rules, because I want this to work. He wants it to work, and I’m going to guess you do, too. And yeah, I should have waited, and not jumped into railing your ass when he got back. I fell in love when you were pregnant, and the thought of him getting all that I had fallen for, it hurt. I couldn’t think normally because I just hurt. And now my damn neck hurts. This needs to be cleaned, and I would like to spend some time with…Sundae.”
“She’s our daughter. Yours, mine, and Robert’s. And eventually…I might have persuaded Robert with a great blowjob, but our next baby is biologically yours. I want you to have the same experiences as him, and he as you. He missed out on all of Sundae’s early life, and my pregnancy. He loves her, too,” Cherry nods his head, moving the hand that was palming you to your thighs again with a smile. “He’s a good dad. I don’t want you to think he isn’t. He adores her, and he wants the best for her. And you need cleaned, and we’re going to play with our daughter.”
“And later we’re going to play with…”
“Sleep. Mama is tired because she didn’t get any sleep last night because she was pissed off at you. So daddy, let’s get you cleaned up, so we can see Pop.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Cherry grunts sitting up while you get the first aid kit.
“Taking your shirt off was so unnecessary,” you slowly start cleaning him off, finishing with a soft kiss to his new brand. Burned into his skin was the same mark that adorned yours and Robert’s skin. “And I still want to wear the choker sometimes. It’s cute.”
“Let’s go spend some time with Miss Sundae Pronge. Maybe the next baby can be Blueberry or Raspberry, or Blossom. Cherry and Blossom.”
“Maybe the next baby is a boy.”
“Reese’s pieces! Graham cracker!”
“Why do the children need to be named after food,” Robert looks back at the two of you. Sundae holds her hands while she bounces up and down with a cadence of Pop on her lips. “Maybe he’s just…”
“Pie! Cherry pie.”
“Most definitely not. Tell your daddy and pop that if you have a brother his name is not pie,” Sundae just smiles, her sweet little face looking between the three of you, “She’s happy. She’s at peace since we’re all together.”
And she was. The way she moved her head back and forth looking between her daddy and her pop with the brightest smile, made those two men weak. She had the two of them wrapped around her tiny, but chubby fingers. Her scrunchy nose smile makes them ooh and ahh and at her. Robert stands up, leading her to the grass, and grabs her hand. She holds up her free hand for Cherry, and the three of them start walking around the backyard. This could work. And they would make it work for her, but also for you.
You were going to have your hands full with the two of them, but it was definitely worth it. You felt an ease engulf you. Comfortable here with them. Your family. Your everythings. You were sure there was going to be disagreements, especially with their two loud personalities. But it was going to be worth it. It was going to be work, and you were willing to work on it. For them.
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In the Dead of Night
Pairing: Trucker!Destroyer!Chris x F!Reader
Word Count: 3087
Summary: The late night shift at the gas station quickly turns into a night you can’t forget when a handsome trucker shows up.
Warning: explicit sexual content, nicknames, praise, rough dirty bathroom sex, shy reader, edging, mirror sex, degradation, just downright filthy, pwp, cumplay, biting, choking, possessive Chris, his damn rings,
A/N: I don’t know what to say for myself about this story. Purely just wanted to fill my fantasy of having Chris have dirty sex with me at a truck stop. Honestly anywhere really, haha. Thank you to my fellow Destroyer Chris hoe @sweeterthanthis for reading it over for me, you’re the best. All mistakes are my own.
if you’re a minor, please DNI!
Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)
You checked the clock for the umpteenth time, barely half past three. The night shifts were the worst, nothing fun ever happened, and it felt like time stood still. You never understood why they'd even built a truck stop on this road.
Most truckers tended to stop here during the day, preferring to rest at the larger stop a few miles up the road at night. More amenities. You let out a loud huff and rested your head on your hand, bored out of your mind.
The rumbling of a truck pulling in made you straighten up. You hoped the guy who came in wasn't an asshole. That was another thing that made you uneasy about being alone on the night shift. Your fingers skimmed over the cool metal of the gun beneath the counter, the object giving you some relief. The need to defend yourself was strong every time you worked this shift.
A chime of the bell on the door made you look up and you forgot how to breathe for a moment.
The man who walked in was fucking gorgeous. Tattoos adorned his buff, sculpted arms, his denim vest was sleeveless and the pants he wore were hugging him like a second skin. He looked up and his blue-grey eyes were sharp, but they had a softness to them.
He ran his hand over his close-shaven head and began to approach the counter.
“Good evening," his voice was deep and raspy, shooting straight to your core. It took you a moment to realize he had spoken and was now staring at you, amused. You cussed beneath your breath, giving him a sheepish smile.
“What can I do for you?”
He gave you a side smile, "could you direct me towards the bathroom?" The smile made his gruff appearance even more attractive and, once again, you couldn’t find words. Instead, you pointed towards the back. He chuckled lowly and followed your lead. You would be lying if you said you weren’t checking out his ass when he walked away. Fuck, he was sex on legs, and you were turned on just by his presence. You began to wipe down the counter, anything to distract your mind from wandering to the hot man.
A thought crossed your mind and you bit your lip, pondering whether you were brave enough. You weren’t, it wasn’t anything you could convince yourself to do. Instead you thought it would be better to hide in the back until he was gone. Or at least until he rang the bell for attention. Maybe keep an eye on the cameras to make sure he didn’t take anything.
Heading to the back, you nervously pulled at your fingers. You weren't paying attention to your surroundings, the bargaining still feuding in your head. Rounding the corner to the bathroom hall, you ran smack into a hard flesh wall. Hands grabbed your upper arms and you pressed your palms against his chest.
“Fuck I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention," you quickly apologized, looking up at him. He was so close that you could smell the tobacco and leather scent clinging to him. You literally fought the urge to lean in and inhale.
"No problem, sweetheart. Are you alright?"
"Yes, yes I'm good. Thank you Mr.." you trailed off, realizing you knew nothing about this man. The man you’d come back here, planning to proposition.
“Call me Chris,” he replied, releasing you, and taking a step back. It made you sad to not be near him and you wanted to step closer.
"Chris," you repeated, trying out the name. He let out a hum, his eyes seeming to darken.
“Say it again." The commanding tone made you shiver, warmth pooling in your abdomen. You swallowed nervously but did as you were told, repeating his name.
"Good girl," he snarled and his hand grabbed your throat, using you as leverage to push back through the bathroom door, shutting it behind him. He had you backed up against the sink before he leant down to claim your mouth. Not kiss, claim. Chris' mouth was hard and possessive, his tongue pushing past your lips to taste you.
The rings on his hand, cool against your heated skin, dug into your throat. You didn't care, too focused on his lips on yours; his body pressed up against you. Moaning as you felt him hardening against your stomach.
Chris grabbed you by the waist, and with a good grip, lifted you onto the edge of the sink.
“You're so soft," Chris groaned, nipping at your bottom lip, "bet you taste like a sweet peach."
You avoided eye contact, feeling your face heat up. It wasn't a common thing for anyone to talk to you like this. Rare even. Men didn't usually worry about anything but their own pleasure. "Would you like that, sweetheart? Will you let me taste you?''
One hand still tight around your throat, the other trailing down between your legs and cupping your mound. You whimpered, grabbing onto his biceps, muscles flexing beneath your touch. Your hips rolled forward trying to convey your need. When he didn't budge, you went further. "Please Chris, I need more."
Chris kissed you once before beginning his descent down your throat. He moved his hand from your neck, resting it on your hip.
Teasing you with the finger he was gliding over your clothed core, he began to map out your skin with his soft lips. He bit down on your pulse point, sucking on the sore spot. "Hell, I have to warn you, little dove, once l I get a taste of you, then you're mine. I won't be able to let a sweet thing like you go."
You choked on your spit, shocked by his words. "W-what?" Chris' head popped up, his eyes nearly black.
“What's wrong? You don't want to be mine?"
"I do. I do, I swear," you repeated, "but are you sure?”
Instead of answering, he grabbed you by the back of the head, smashing his lips to yours. Despite his roughness, there was a strange softness to his touch. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing up into the kiss. Making out with someone was usually a hassle but with Chris, it was intoxicating, like a drug, and you never wanted to stop.
Alas, Chris pulled away, chuckling at your pout.
"You wanted more, darling. I'm going to give you more.“
He dropped down to his knees, using his large hands to spread you open. His hands made haste of your zipper and began tugging the jeans down as you lifted your hips to help him out. They were quickly tossed aside, his arms wrapped around your thighs, pulling you further forward.
You grabbed the porcelain edge. Knuckles tightening as he leaned in, taking a deep inhale, running his nose down over your panties. Chris let out an animalistic snarl, not hesitating to pull aside the lace and lick a broad stripe up your folds. "Fuck," you moaned.
That first taste seemed to ignite a flame in him and he dove in ravenously. It was hard to keep quiet, not that you had to. There was no one around to hear you. He pulled back, face glistening with your slick.
Chris licked his lips, looking up at you."Oh dove, you're sweet like honey. I want to wake up between these thighs every morning"
You nodded rapidly, too lost in your bliss to truly hear him. You grabbed his head, pulling him closer. He chuckled but gladly obliged, and returned to his feast. The minute he released his hold on your thighs, they wrapped around his head like a boa constrictor. You weren't sure if he could breathe. Yet he didn't seem to care. In fact, he was too focused on ruining you. One of his hands slid beneath your t-shirt, cupping your breast. He managed to pull the cup down enough to grab a nipple, rolling it roughly between his fingers. Your head fell back, a loud moan erupting out of you. Waves of pleasure raced through your veins, yet you hadn't even climaxed yet. Chris managed to spread your thighs enough to lift his head.
He reached up, holding his fingers to your lips. There was a silent command in the motion and you opened your mouth, allowing him to push them in. You sucked on them, using your tongue to coat them fully. Satisfied, Chris pulled them free, and with his eyes searing into yours, he leant down to kiss your clit, suckling on it lewdly. Using this distraction, he pushed his fingers into you. With his expertly curled fingers and flicking tongue, he quickly brought you crashing down like a tidal wave. So hard that it knocked the breath out of you, legs locking around his head again. Chris watched you fall apart above him, savoring everything you gave him. Your hand dragged through his short hair as you tried to catch your breath.
Everything after that happened so quickly. Clothes were discarded and you were turned around, bent forward over the sink. You could see yourself in the mirror, your eyes bright, sweat clinging to your brow. You looked absolutely debauched and it embarrassed you in a way until you saw the ravenous way Chris was watching the heaving swell of your breasts, the bite marks decorating your cleavage. You felt yourself getting even more turned on. His fingers traced up your spine, coming to wrap around your throat. His right hand reaching up to knead a breast. "So fucking beautiful."
"Thank you," you preened, trying to match his energy. You were not as brazen as he was, but you wanted to convey how you felt. "You're so handsome. It's kind of unfair."
Chris chuckled at your words.
“You’re cute," he used the hand on your throat to pull you back to kiss you. "Did I make you feel good?''
"Yes, I've never felt anything like this." He hummed in approval, kissing you again. He turned your head so you were looking in the mirror.
"Get used to it, little dove, because you're mine now," Chris promised. You felt his cock nudging through your folds, notching into your soaked hole. You gasped. His tip was enough to make the stretch burn, yet it felt so good. "Yours, all yours." The words fell from your lips softly.
"Good girl. Now I want you to watch as I fuck you. Eyes open darling, otherwise I'll stop."
You nodded, watching him through the mirror. He shifted his hold to the back of your neck, and the other to your hip. His grip tight as he slowly pushed in. You bit your lip, enjoying the way he filled you up. His shaft throbbing against your silky walls. Hesitantly, you rolled your hips back, meeting his movement. Chris pulled out a bit and pushed back in, and together you built up a steady rhythm.
He fucked you fast and hard, making your eyes want to roll back. But you fought to keep them focused on him. Chris grabbed a handful of hair, tugging your head back as he rammed into you.
"Ah fuck, Chris! Right there," you screamed. You kept your eyes on him the best you could; breasts bouncing with every thrust. It felt so good; in fact, nothing had ever felt better. Maybe the night shift wasn't so bad.
"Yeah baby, you like that?" Chris grunted, "Should I fill you up? Stuff that pretty cunt?"
"Please," you whined, your grip tightening on the sink basin.
"You're mine," Chris bent forward, hips never faltering as he kissed your neck and shoulders. Continuing along your upper back. His lips found your ear. "I'm going to fill you up until it's dripping out of you. Make you feel me even when I'm gone."
"I want it," you begged, "so badly. Please".
Chris licked the shell of your ear, sucking on the lobe. The hand on your hip reaching down towards your tummy until he found your clit and began rubbing small, furious circles - the coil in your core ready to snap. You were so close, repeating his name like a prayer.
He kept whispering soft praises in your ear and your body was reacting as if they were the secrets to unlocking your desires. "Look at you," his voice in your ear rough and breathless. He used the grip on your hair to shift you closer to the mirror so you were eye to eye with yourself, "taking me so well and loving every second of it. My pretty little slut."
You watched his reflection, the feral way his eyes lit up, grabbing your hip tighter and using it to slam into you even deeper. "Chris, " you moaned, your eyes fluttering shut. You could feel him in your stomach, the hard porcelain pushing against the right spots enhancing the feeling.
And then it all stopped. Your eyes flew open and you could tell you were in trouble.
"Greedy slut. Can't even follow directions. What did I tell you, darling?"
"Eyes open," you stuttered out, hoping your answer would appease him. He nodded slowly, pulling you back until you were firm to his chest.
"And you didn't listen. I thought you were my good girl," He said in a slow, calculated tone. You grabbed the hand on your hip, guiding it to your throat. You wanted him to know you were still his good girl. At this point, you'd do anything for him.
"I am,” you whined, “it just felt too good and it was hard to keep them open."
"Oh yeah? I made you feel that good baby?" You nodded quickly, filling with pride when he smiled at you. "In that case, I'm going to give you a chance to make it up to me." Chris pulled out, leaving you empty. Your pussy clenched around nothing and the urge to beg was so strong. He turned you around, seating you up on the ledge. "you're going to take everything I give you like a dirty little whore," Chris' tone left no room to argue. Obediently you just nodded. He hooked his arms beneath your knees, spreading you wide. “my dirty little whore.”
The next thing you knew, he slammed back in. You screamed, your palm slapped at the mirror behind, hands grasping to cling onto it. Chris thrusted into you in fast, rough strokes and ducked down to give your breast some attention. Biting down on your left nipple, he tugged it out before kitten licking it to soothe the pain. You couldn't focus on anything, the only thing that mattered was him. Chris' hips never faltered, and you clenched down when he bit down hard on the top of your left breast. A loud wail came from you, Chris smirking at your reaction.
Everything was starting to blur, your whole body was overwhelmed, and your head fell back, hitting the mirror behind you. The pressure building up already. Chris grunted, and pulled the right nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. Eyes never leaving your face.
He moaned and you felt him tense up moments before you felt the first spurts of cum. Chris kept fucking you, nudging your cervix and burying his spend so deep in you. "Feel you fluttering around me. Bet you love me filling you up, don't you?" He groaned and leaned in for a kiss, "How does it feel?"
"Full," you panted, "I want it all."
"So greedy, " Chris teased, continuing to pump his hips, and without warning he pulled out, spreading the last of the white substance over your folds. You had been so close to climaxing and part of you expected him to rub the cum over your clit, strum you to orgasm. But he didn't, instead, he gathered the last of the cum off his cock and held it to your lips.
You licked his fingers before fully sucking on them. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes as he watched you. Almost like he was wanting you to whine and complain. Maybe he wanted to punish you. Instead of frightening you, the thought made you even wetter.
"Stuffed so full, it's dripping out," he noted as he pushed any that escaped back in with his other hand, "You wanna cum, dove?" Languidly pumping his fingers inside you, stroking your sweet spot. The faded pressure ignited again, and you nodded, whimpering around his fingers.
Chris brought you right to the edge and then stopped. You groaned, pleading silently. He pulled out, shaking his head, "bad girls don't deserve to cum."
He pressed his fingers down on your tongue, forcing your mouth open until your tongue was out. He moved his hand to your chin, gripping it tightly. You watched him come closer. Chris spat in your mouth, and you jolted for a moment, shocked. "Swallow baby, show me you can be good again. My good girl," he praised, thumb stroking your cheek.
You'd never swallowed anything faster before in your life, opening up wide to show him. He didn't say anything but there was a proud glint in his eye, making you feel excited. Chris grabbed your panties, dragging them up your legs. "I want you to spend the rest of your shift full of me," he whispered, his voice full of lust as he watched your cunt one last time before covering you up, and kissing your panty-clad pussy, "Got it?"
"Got it," you agreed.
Quickly getting dressed, the two of you left the bathroom. The outside looked as dead as it was before. Nothing changed even though your whole world had.
Dread flooded you as you realized he was about to leave, and you began to try to find ways to convince him not to.
Why exactly you weren't sure. He was a trucker. Obviously, he wasn't from here, he couldn't stay.
Chris kept silent, heading straight for the counter. Leaning against it, he pulled out his phone. He typed something and turned back to you, holding out the device. "Put your phone number in."
You quickly typed it in and saw him taking off his denim vest. "Here you go ."
"Good girl." He placed the vest over your shoulders, "I'll text you later and I expect a photo when you get off."
"Of what?" You asked naively. Confused even more when he stepped forward, lips hovering close to yours.
"Of my cum still leaking out of my pretty pussy."
And with a final hard, yet brief kiss, he unlocked the door and left.
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The Stranger 6
Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Characters: Destroyer!Chris
Summary: A stranger buys the farmstead nearby and disturbs your sleepy village life.
Part of the Backwoods AU
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
Your grandmother waits for you on the porch. She has a book in hand as she sits on the wooden swing, nose scrunched beneath the wire of her glasses. She looks up as you near the bottom of the steps, the wagon rolling and rattling loudly behind Chris.
“Gramma,” you’re nearly breathless as you step up on the lowest step, “I got the groceries.”
She looks up over the frames of her glasses and closes her book. She clears her throat as she sets it beside her on the flat cushion and fixes the kinks around her ears. She stands with her slight hunch and tugs at the front of her handspun blouse.
“And who’s this?” She preens, “I wasn’t expecting company, sir.”
“Um,” you hesitate, waiting for him to answer. He doesn’t, “this is Chris?”
“Chris, ma’am,” he echoes at last, “I’m new around here. Just bought some property down the way. Wanted to come by and say thanks for that pie. Lucky me, we ran into each other in town.”
“Oh, gosh, that is so sweet,” she fawns as she comes to the top of the stairs, “I’m Sadie, I hope you enjoyed the pie. I didn’t have much left in the pantry, I know rhubarb’s not for everyone.”
“It was delicious,” he pushes the handle up and lets it stand on its own, “please, don’t trouble yourself.” He steps past you up the stairs, “very nice to meet you at last. I’ve heard a lot from your granddaughter.”
He offers his hand and she takes it gently. They shake as she smiles. “You have?”
“Please, sit,” he insists and gestures her back to the swing.
“Oh, thank you,” she swoons, “I just had my hip done, you see? Only just back on my feet.”
“Then it’s a good thing I came by, isn’t it? Looks like you two could use a spare pair of hands.”
“Um, I’ll get the groceries inside–”
“So, you two… talk?”
“Yeah, she was nice enough to deliver that pie and I guess we just hit it off. She didn’t say?” Chris sits beside her. You watch, dumbfounded. What is he talking about?
“No, she didn’t say she was sneaking off with some handsome man,” your grandmother trills.
“You are too nice, Sadie,” he grins, “I didn’t even get a chance to ask her out… you know, I know things are real old-fashioned around here so I thought I better check with you first.”
“Me? Oh, of course, of course!” She nearly claps her hands as she clasps them together, “my granddaughter… it’s about time she went out and had some fun. The dear helps me out so much–”
You grab a bag from the wagon and keep your chin down. Really? She doesn't call it help when you're alone. She tells you you're nagging or useless or irritating.
Chris clears his throat, “so I have your blessing?”
“Oh, certainly you do,” she squeals, “oh, honey, that’s so adorable.”
You look up as you climb the steps. Your stomach is doing somersaults. You can tell she’s already hearing bells. He has her in the palm of his hand and why not? She's only ever wanted you to finish the job your mother left undone. She wants someone she can boast about to the ladies at the quilting club.
“Woah, woah,” Chris stands as he glances over, “let me get that.” He stands and strides past your grandmother’s knees, “I’ll get everything sorted and you ladies can take it easy.”
“Now, that is just too much, sir.”
“It’s not enough,” he insists as he takes the bag from you, “Sadie, please call me Chris.”
“Chris,” she repeats, “you are a sweetheart, aren’t you?”
“Well, you know, it’s why I left the city. People don’t got much manners anymore. Out here, you all are so nice,” he turns and nears the front door, “can I get you something, Sadie? Water, tea?”
“I’m just fine, honey,” she chimes, “my, my, been so long since we had a man around to help.”
He nods and lets himself in through the screen door. You chew your lip and furrow your brow as he disappears inside. Your grandmother hisses your name.
“Dear, come here,” she points you next to her, “you didn’t say he was so handsome.”
“Gramma,” you groan as you drag your feet towards her.
“Oh, don’t you spoil this,” she grabs your wrist and tugs you down, “we’re gonna fix up one of your old dresses, do your hair nice…” she starts to pick at you.
“Gramma,” you drone again, “please–”
“Don’t be embarrassed. You’re a pretty young lady and he’s…” she makes a face, “well, isn’t he a certain kind. Never saw no men in my days with a jawline like that.”
You try not to cringe, forcing a smile again, “alright.”
“Try to be a little excited, dear! It’s your first date,” she exclaims, quickly tamping down her voice as the door opens squeakily.
She giggles and watches Chris as he goes to haul two more bags from the wagon. You watch him sheepishly and he looks over, sending you a grin that neatly hides away the sinister gleam in his eyes. You swallow and focus on your fidgeting hands as he once more passes through the front door.
“It’s not too late for you,” she pets your cheek and you flinch, “why don’t you go inside and ask him to stay for dinner.”
You stand and don’t say a word. As you go to the door, you hesitate. Your grandmother was never so happy about anything you did. No, but a complete stranger can walk up and have her singing his praises with just a ma’am and a smile.
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Dialed In: Motocross AU
Pairings: Various men with female readers. ❤️
AU Summary: On or off the track, these men are dialed in to get what they want: you. 🔥
AU Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral sex (m. and f. receiving), dirty talk, fluff, flirting, feels, slight angst, porn with feels (it's me, lovelies), more to be added.
A/N: This was inspired by an edit the beautiful Nix provided me with! I hope you all enjoy this AU and the various pairings. Please heed the warnings before each post and I will update as time allows. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Banner by the amazing @sgt-seabass and divider by the lovely @saradika . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Bucky Barnes x Reader - Hothead and Spitfire
→ Starting Gate
→ Break Check
→ Friendly Competition
→ Epinephrine
→ Jump Scare
Jake Jensen x Reader - Loser and Lucky
→ Lapper
→ All Tied Up
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Ari Levinson x Reader - Beast and Sweetart
→ Downshift
→ A Phone Call Away
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Hal Carter x Reader - Cowboy and Belle
→ Whip
→ Picture Perfect
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Destroyer!Chris x Reader - Blue and Kitten
→ Over the Hood
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Curtis Everett x Reader - Rusty and Princess
→ Soiled
Steve Rogers x Reader - Champ and Daisy
→ Focus
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SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 163-164
Welcome to Weeks 163 & 164
A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendation for fanfics. I have a lot to read now which makes me happy 💜 This list holds 65 fics. Hope you enjoy them all.
As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜
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Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.
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I love you 3000 💜 Missy
Give Me One More - (Ari x Reader) - @/saiyanprincessswanie
The Perfect Fit - (Nick x Reader) - @jobean12-blog
All Of Me - (Ari x Reader) - @flordeamatista
Don't Give Up on Me - (Andy x Reader) - @navybrat817
Andy Drabble - @sunshinebuckybarnes
Sunrise - (Bucky x Reader) - @rookthorne
Begin Again Part 1 - @anonymityisfunwriter
Monkey See, Monkey Do, Chp 14 - (Colin x Reader) - @spectre-posts @what-is-your-plan-today
Special Treatment - (Brock x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty
A New Beginning - (Bucky x Reader) - @/navybrat817
Dishes with Andy… - @drabblewithfrannybarnes
Tease - (Destroyer Chris x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog
who you belong to - (Andy x Reader) - @/sunshinebuckybarnes
Thanks for the Invite - (Lloyd x Black! Reader) - @syntheticavenger
Alpha - (Lloyd x Reader) - @boxofbonesfic
Yearning For You - (Ari x Reader) - @writing-for-marvel
Dead End - (Lee x Reader) - @shadeysprings
Baby Girl - (Steve x Reader) - @wint3r-h3art
Begin Again - Part 2 - @anonymityisfunwriter
NEED A HAND? - (Bucky x Reader) - @likeahorribledream
Something New - (Bucky x Black Fem Reader x Steve) - @princessphilly
Biker Bucky - @pellucid-constellations
Gentle Soul - (Steve x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18
Happy Birthday - Gentle Soul - (Steve x Reader) - @/stargazingfangirl18
First Date - Gentle Soul - (Steve x Reader) - @/stargazingfangirl18
Playing The Long Game - (Cole x Reader) - @our-marvel-universe
Let Me - (Bucky x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog
Fair Play - (Nick x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog
Stalked - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817
It's All In The Eyes - (Bucky x Reader) - @writing-for-marvel
Kinktober Day 13 - (Bucky x Black! Reader) - @princessphilly
As You Wish - (Steve x Reader) - @/rookthorne
| 2:48 a.m. | - (Bucky x Reader) - @sergeantxrogers
Mornin' Captain! - (Steve x Reader) - @nicoline1998enilocin
Stucky in love - (Stucky x Reader) - @holylulusworld
Whatever Daddy Wants - (Steve x Reader) - @labella420
Fresh Fallen Snow, Part 6 - (Curtis x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513
His Inheritance - Part 22 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18
Just Right - Chp 5 - (Steve x Reader) - @darsynia
Real-Life Tasks With Ransom - Day 17 - @/wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Though I Have Never Read It - Part 4 - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim
Conditioner - (Bucky x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes
A Crown of Flowers - (Bucky x Reader) - @/navybrat817
Only the two of us - (Bucky x Reader) - @barnesafterglow
Threadbare - Part 4 - (Steve x Reader) - @ronearoundblindly
Forbidden Enticement - (Stucky x Reader) - @/rookthorne
Turn The Lights Down Low - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @slyyywriting
Potentiality - (Brock x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty
Never Have I Ever… - (Jake x Reader) - @/drabblewithfrannybarnes
Still Need You - (Bucky x Reader) - @andydrysdalerogers
play with fire - (Bucky x Reader) - @onceuponastory
SWEETHEART - (Lee x Reader) - @likeahorribledream
Miss You - (Frank C. x Reader) - @wint3r-h3art
Bucky Oneshot - @/pellucid-constellations
a stranger arrives - (Bucky x Reader) - @witchywithwhiskey
Life of Pie - (Destroyer! Chris x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog
Breeding Kink Nick - (Nick x Black! Reader) - @/princessphilly
Sugary Sweet - (Bucky x Reader) - @/rookthorne
Bodyguard Brock - @/fluffyprettykitty
Unholy Errand - (Lloyd x Reader, God the Bounty Hunter) - @buckets-and-trees
For All I Do - (Lee x Reader) - @/boxofbonesfic
By the Pound - (Andy x Black!Reader) - @/syntheticavenger
Their Doll - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @/navybrat817
Their Doll - Part 2 - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @/navybrat817
The Shadow of Love - (Bucky x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog
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Please please please a part 2 to that delicious destroyer chris imagine you wrote where his cock is so sensitive and swollen and he cums so easily.
Destroyer Chris x Reader; extra sensitive cock, excessive coming, overstimulation, oral m receiving, vaginal sex, cockwarming
ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+
“Wanna try somethin’ different tonight pretty girl,” Chris murmured in your ear, the two of you sitting on the couch, the house empty for once. You were laying with your head in his lap, his hand stroking your hair. You sat up, grinning at Chris as you turned to face him.
“C’mere,” Chris said, grabbing you by your waist and lifting you until you were on his lap, straddling him. You bit your lip, grinding down onto his bulge, Chris shuddering as it swelled, already sensitive.
“Yeah? Y’want me on top tonight baby?” you asked, rocking back and forth along his bulge, his dick growing until it was straining the zipper of his pants.
“Wait, wait, lemme- fuck, I can’t, oh jesus that feels better,” Chris groaned as he undid his button and the zipper pulled down itself, his hard cock poking out of his boxers, tip already red and leaking.
You licked your lips, sitting back on Chris’ thighs and bending until you could lick a stripe up the vein on the underside of his cock. Chris moaned and precum dripped onto his boxers. You licked up his cock, sucking lightly on the head and he spasmed, coming before he could warn you, but you were ready for it, swallowing it down and licking his tip clean.
“Sh-shit baby, m’sorry! Fuck you look so good with my cum on your tongue,” Chris groaned and you flushed, his filthy mouth still managing to make you blush. “C’mon pretty girl, want you sittin’ on my dick next time I come.”
You nodded quickly, standing up and dropping your sweats and panties, clambering back onto Chris’ lap and raising your dripping pussy above his dick. His hands were tight on your hips, helping you stay up, then he began pulling you down, the head of his dick bumping against your entrance before catching and slipping in.
You moaned immediately, his size always a lot at first, but you relished the burn, forcing your hips down faster, Chris’ eyes widening.
“Baby wait, can’t- too fast,” he moaned, burying his face in your chest, hands clenching and releasing on your hips as he came. You giggled, holding his mostly shaved head against you, grinning when you were able to slide down another few inches thanks to the cum filling you.
Chris gasped, biting down on your tit as he bottomed out, your ass against his thighs. You yelped, clenching around his dick and Chris cried out, breathing heavily as he tried to compose himself.
“This what y’wanted baby?” you asked him, trying to roll your hips, but he grabbed you harder, forcing you still.
“Fuck, p-please pretty girl, needta fill you up again and again, can ya do that baby, can you let me?” Chris asked desperately, blue eyes shining, and you smiled, it turning into a smirk as you leaned forwards, his eyes pleading with you, as you captured his lips with yours.
“M’all yours Chris,” you murmured between kisses and he groaned low in his throat, dragging you up off his dick until just the tip was in, then you slammed down onto his lap, a higher pitched groan escaping him as he came immediately, your cunt milking his dick until he was nearly babbling.
“Fuckfuckfuck shitfuck p-pretty girl, d-drain me baby, please, drain me and- and take it all, f-fill you up,” Chris said mindlessly, barely even noticing when you started rocking in his lap, grinding your clit against his pelvic bone.
“C’mon Chris, c’mon fill me up, just like you said, you can take some more right? Need to fill me up til I’m bursting, gimme it all baby,” you whispered in his ear, and he cried out raggedly, his hips jerking beneath you, rutting into your pussy with desperation.
“M’gonna- m’gonna make you mine forever,” Chris groaned, and you gasped, his dick hitting that place inside you. Now you rut back against him, rolling your hips again and again until you were screaming your release.
You could feel Chris coming again, dripping out of you along with your slick, making a mess of his boxers. You couldn’t bring yourself to care, riding your high and giggling when you saw him almost passed out beneath you. You thought about moving, but as his dick stayed partially hard inside you, you stayed where you were, cunt lightly pulsing. You put your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes, smiling to yourself as you felt his dick twitch, pulsing one last time into you as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in. He moaned softly as you sank into him, pressing his lips to your temple.
“Mmm my pretty girl, don’ move. Jus’ stay here,” Chris mumbled, half asleep and trying to go all the way. You grinned and kissed his neck, his breath hitching, before you closed your eyes and just relaxed.
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Thinking about this man. ❤️
Pairing: Destroyer Chris x F!SW!Reader
Summary: You tell yourself he's your favourite client because of the way he fucks you. Nothing more, nothing less. Right?
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, reader is a sex worker, vaginal sex, mild breath play, teasing, safe sex, fluff if you squint, sex in the rain (hnngh), Chris and his dirty mouth, jealousy and possessiveness if you squint, 18+.
Word Count: 1.7k
A/N: This is a continuation of Pretty Reckless, but can be read as a stand alone fic. Thank you @dreamlessinparis for all your help!
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“Remember when we first met?” Chris asks you, his nose skimming the column of your throat as you try to keep your heels planted firmly on the dashboard. It’s not easy, not when his rings are pinching into your bare waist and his fingernails are digging into your flesh.
“You mean when I punched you in the face?” You snipe in a bratty tone, reaching behind you to grip the headrest behind him and grinding your cunt down onto him again. Nobody fills you up like he does, and fuck, if he doesn’t know it. “Watch the nails. Gonna mark me up and then nobody’s gonna wanna fuck me.”
“I wanna fuck you,” he tells you, smirking against your shoulder when you groan; his balls slapping against your clit as he pounds up into you. The thin rubber barrier between the two of you is an ever present reminder that this is exactly what you say it is. A prostitute and a client, a weekly arrangement, and a $200 cash wad that you could add to this months rent jar. “One day I’m gonna fuck you in a goddamn bed.”
“You wanna fuck me in a bed?” You ask, smirking as you sit forward just a little, bouncing yourself softly on his dick. You lock eyes with him in the rear view mirror, bright and expectant. “Guess you oughta get a motel room next time then, huh?”
A dirty giggle escapes you when he reaches for your throat, squeezing it the way he knows you like. It seems to be important to him; getting you off. That’s not something you’re used to. Of course, there’s the odd client here and there who wants to put the effort in, but Chris is a different breed. His free hand dips between your legs, toying with your throbbing clit as he grinds his hips up against the meat of your ass.
“If I get that motel room, you gonna spend the whole night with me?” He asks you, his voice husky and deep. The scent of him engulfs you. It’s nothing special. It wouldn’t be on any other man, at least. But on him? On him, the scent of leather and generic cologne is intoxicating.
“That depends,” you trail off, his hand falling from your throat as you maneuver yourself to face him in the passenger seat of his truck, gripping his latex-ridden cock and sinking back down onto it with a blissful hum. “You gonna pay for the whole night?”
Chris groans, ringed fingers finding your throat once again, squeezing it a little tighter this time - enough to cause your breath to hitch. It has your cunt tightening around his girth, and a smirk spreads across his irresistible lips. It makes you want to punch him in the face all over again. For old time’s sake. “You’re killin’ me, woman.”
“You knew what you were getting yourself into,” you grin, dipping your chin and catching his fingertips between your teeth. You suckle them into your mouth, groaning when you feel the pressure of them against your tongue, slipping further towards the back of your throat as you gag at the welcome intrusion. The noise your lips make as they slurp at his digits has him driving his cock up into you, stretching you out and hitting every blissful spot. You release them with a sloppy, wet pop; his fingers slick with your drool. “F’I’m killing you like you say I am, why’d you keep coming back, hm?”
Chris doesn’t answer you, instead gripping your biceps and holding you still in his lap. There’s a moment of quiet between the two of you; his length buried to the hilt inside you, and his cerulean baby blues looking anywhere but into your eyes. You decide that you don’t want an answer to the question you asked.
“C’mon, fuck me,” you urge, slowly rolling your hips and grinding yourself down onto him. His eyes flutter closed, his breaths ragged. You lean in close, your lips tickling the hook of his jaw as you rise and fall on his cock, just once. “Been looking forward to a good pounding all week. You’re not gonna let me down, are you?”
The low rumble of disapproval echoing from his throat has you smirking, loving that you know exactly how to hit a nerve. Especially his. Chris’ hands squeeze at your breasts, firmer than you’d usually allow. You gasp when his palms slap against your flesh, the sting perfectly melding with the pleasure you feel from his cock pulsing against your cunt.
“Get out of the fuckin’ car.” You ignore the pinch in your chest at the aggressive tone behind his words, but when your eyes find his, your stomach flutters with excitement at the hunger you see behind them. The rain pattering against the windshield reminds you of the dingey conditions, and you cock your brow at him questioningly. “What? You ‘fraid of getting a little wet?”
You look back at the clock on the dash. 3.34am. It’s not like you need to keep yourself pretty for the next client. There is no next client. You’ve made enough tonight to pay rent and utilities, with a healthy amount to spare.
Fuck it.
The rain is cold against your clammy skin, but you welcome the refreshing chill as the droplets snake down the nape of your neck. Your skirt hitched up around your waist and your breasts falling free of your top. You’re shoved against the side of his truck before you can get your bearings, his beard scratching at your neck and his teeth grazing your collarbone.
“Think you forget sometimes that I’m paying to fuck you,” he tells you, his tone edged with a subtle playfulness that lets you know he’s only half joking, at least. Chris spins you around in his hold, your palms seeking purchase against the wet metal in front of you as he nudges the tip of his cock against your soaked folds. “You give those other assholes this much sass? Bet you don’t. Bet you barely make a fuckin’ sound.
His cock splits you open, any comeback you had dying on your tongue. The only noise that escapes you is the deep, guttural moan that lingers in the air when he bottoms out inside you. He fills you up better than anyone ever has, not that you’d ever tell him that. The cool metal of his rings pinches at your shoulder, hand holding you firm as uses you as leverage, pounding into your dripping cunt so hard, you think your legs might give out.
“Bet you can’t wait for them to blow their load and fuck off, can you?” He chuckles, the knuckles of his free hand skimming your nipples; sore and aching from the chill of the stormy air. The sound of his cock fucking into you is barely audible over the sound of thunder in the night sky, but its the only thing you can focus on. “You wish they were all like me, baby?”
You didn’t. Not for a single second.
“Gone all quiet on me? C’mon, talk to me. Gimme that mouth,” he coaxes you, the meat of your ass rippling and soaking wet from the rain. His hand slips from your shoulder, encasing your throat as he yanks your head back; his beard scratching against your damp cheek. “Come all over my dick and tell me how good it feels. Tell me I’m the only one that fucks you this good.”
You can't think straight, and words seem to be an impossible task as you lose yourself in the feeling of being used by him. Driving your hips back against him, you fuck yourself on his dick, reaching between your legs and giving his balls a firm squeeze. He hisses, and you giggle; nipping at his throat with your teeth.
"If you don't come soon, I'm gonna," he chokes out, his strokes staggered, one hand pressed against the truck window just a few inches from your own. You fight back the sentimental urge to reach for it.
Your fingers strum at your clit, in time with your hips as they wind back against him. The grunts and groans that vibrate against the top of your head are enough to send you soaring towards the bliss he so desperately wants you to feel. Toes curling in your boots, arching up on your tiptoes, you shatter around his cock; your cries cancelled out by the rainwater gushing into the drain behind you.
You find yourself wishing you could feel him, feel his cum warming your insides. You settle for the sensation of his cock tensing against your walls, grinding your spent cunt against him as firm as your shaky knees will allow.
"Fuck," he grunts, thrusting deep inside you one last time, his lips hovering at your temple. "Lemme drive you home."
"We talked about this.." you groan, nudging your elbow back against his ribs and reaching to pull your drenched panties back up. "I'm fine walking."
"It's almost 4am and you're soaked," Chris argues, plucking the condom off his dick and tying a knot in the end of it. He doesn't know that you live less than a block away, and he doesn't need to know. "Would it really be so dangerous? I'm a cop, not a savage."
"Aren't they one and the same these days?" You quip, tugging your skirt down and yanking your top back up. Opening the passenger door, you reach in and grab your purse, quietly inhaling the comforting scent of him before slamming it shut again. "I'm a big girl, Chris. Can take care of myself just fine."
"You're a stubborn ass, is what you are." You giggle at that, your arms outstretched either side of you as you toss your head back and stick your tongue out; raindrops soaking into your tongue.
"And that's why you keep coming back," you tell him smugly, "I'll keep the whole night free, same time next week? Don't book into that shitty, roach infested place downtown either. I may be a hooker, but I do have standards." Turning on your heel and grinning to yourself, you walk away mourning the loss of him between your thighs.
You'll never say it out loud, but next Thursday can't come quick enough.
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I don't know what this was about, bestie, but I am a slut for the red light. My gif choice was just 😚🤌
Dancing In The Dark
Warnings: fem!reader, stripper!reader, obsession, dark au, implied future noncon, unedited
Chris watches you dance. He's watched you dance for months. The dingy red glow of the lights bounces off your glistening skin. Your ass cheeks shakes for the men that sit right in front of the stage. He hates them, hates the way you let them slide singles into the string of your panties.
Still he is just as mesmerised as the rest of the scum bags when you pull your tits together and grind your hips in the air. Your face a mask of erotic bliss.
He wants to see the real bliss. The way your face screws up when you cum around a cock that's fucked you truly stupid. He had to see it. His hand wasn't fucking cutting it anymore.
You rolled around, flashed your pussy to a round of holler and shower of dollars before moving off stage. Chris stood up from his seat at the bar. He waved at the bouncer and started walking in the direction of your apartment. About halfway there he turned down the dark cramped space between two buildings.
It's not really an alley, could barely fit him in it. But that was perfect for what he wanted to do. The two of you didn't need space, he didn't want space between the two of you.
The quick shuffling of your feet is music to his ears at this point. He's heard it so many times, waiting and watching. When you walk in front of him, you don't even notice him. It makes it easy to wrap his arms around you, pull your plush body against his, and drag you into the dark.
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Sweet Cherry Pops, Part 3
Summary: Sundae and you get jealous
Pairings: Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader, Cherry
Rating: mature
Warnings: language, Sundae tears, pissy Robert, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2.1K
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This is a bad idea. Each time a new person comes into your home, and your sweet baby slaps at whatever is closest to her, mouthing dada, you realize how stupid this was. Sundae hadn’t ever been exposed to too many people at once like this, and she was getting frustrated at Cherry not being there.
Seeing Robert she squeals at him, making grabby hands to the door, “Hello, my Pretty Girl, and my beautiful baby,” picking her up off your hip, he wraps an arm around you to guide you outside. “He’ll be here,” he whispers to the two of you. “He called.”
“Dadadadadadadada,” Sundae repeats, and Robert rolls his eyes.
“We gotta…freaking fix that.”
“She’s confused. She’s used to seeing Cherry everyday,” Robert jumps when his daughter screams beside him, looking down at her accusatory. “See? Cherry.”
“Dadadadadadadada!”
Robert takes a deep calming breath as he looks towards you, “How often were you screaming his name?”
“Funny, I don’t use his nickname during sex,” he turns his face to glare at you, “What? You’re the one bringing it up. There’s video evidence to prove it.”
“Now, wer’re fucking talking,” you clear your throat, glancing down at the baby who was still trying to reach behind her. “We’re freaking talking. How about tonight…after I say my piece, we watch it while Cherry and I take you apart.”
“Dadadada!” She squeals, trying to look between you and Robert, squealing even louder before grunting. “No no!”
“Hey, Baby Girl,” Cherry gives you a quick kiss to your temple, and when you and Robert turn around it is blatantly obvious why your daughter is grunting at him. “I would like for you guys to meet Elena.”
“No no! My dada!” Reaching out his hands towards the baby, she slaps his hand away looking over at the woman. “My!”
“Oh, don’t be like that, come here,” she shakes her head no, clinging more onto Robert, and you don’t know how to feel. Who was this woman? Where did she come from? And she just pissed you off looking at her because she was making Sundae upset. “Sundae, baby, come here.”
“No no! Ehh!” Sticking out her tongue she blows a raspberry over at the woman. Giving her a kiss to her chubby cheeks, you completely avoid looking at her, turning your body into Robert’s. “Dada?” Sundae pouts, and Elena looks between the three of you baffled.
“You didn’t say you had a kid,” ugh, you didn’t even like her voice. It was grating on your nerves. Cloying in the sound. Like nails on a chalkboard.
“She’s fucking mine,” you give Robert a little pinch, but still are thankful he spoke up. He didn’t care. All he cared about was letting people know who you and Sundae belonged to. “She’s confused because I was in prison. Got it overturned because a nasty…freaking crooked cop was planting…freaking evidence on my case. Cherry boy here, he kept my Pretty Girl safe. She was pregnant with my child. You know, standard stuff. He…freaking protected her. And took care of her, didn’t you?”
“Not here, Robert,” Cherry warns him. Still trying to get Sundae’s attention that was hiding her face from him. “Sunny, won’t you let me hold you?” She shakes her head no, and you want him to know that she had been waiting on him. Had been watching the door every time it opened. Had a happy squeal stop the moment she realized it was not him. But right now, he didn’t deserve that.
“Baby?”
“Babe, why don’t we get us a beer,” Elena pompously answers. You didn’t like anything about this woman. But Robert was the one who’s anger was growing wilder every second. You and Sundae were uncomfortable in your own home.
Cherry brought an outsider here, and his baby and his Pretty Girl were…well, you were both jealous. He could see it in your eyes. Feel it in the way you tried to ignore Cherry and this woman. Robert wants to laugh, all except for the part that you and his daughter were not happy. This he couldn’t have.
He watches Cherry being practically dragged outside by this girl, and even Cherry was looking back at Sundae. You are a grown woman, but he did not like that little girl refusing to be held by him. It hurt deeper than he could have ever fathomed, and even the way you were refusing to meet his eyes hurt him in the pit of his stomach.
“Pretty Girl, I’m going to go outside. Come on.”
“Give me a minute,” you answer softly, looking over at your daughter who had her bottom lip puckered out. Hurting you was one thing, hurting the most precious thing in your life was something completely different. Sundae didn’t deserve to feel left out in her home. She was too young to worry about feeling jealous, especially when it was concerning Cherry.
“Mama,” she buries her face in your chest, and you hate that woman. Pissed off at Cherry, but you hate that woman. Even thought about asking Robert to take care of the situation, but that would be cruel. He would do it. You didn’t know anything about this woman, other than you just didn’t like her. Didn’t like how she was touching him. You told Robert this was a bad idea, and this was proving it. “Mama, out!”
“I know, sweetheart, you want to go outside. Come on.”
“Dada?” She tilts her head to the side, giving you a pitiful little grin, and you wonder how Cherry could do this to her. You were one thing. He didn’t leave the other night on good terms, but Sundae?
Walking outside, her eyes scan the backyard, whining a moment when she spots that woman sitting in Cherry’s lap, and you have to remind yourself that he’s not yours. “Mama, dune,” Sundae tells you, reaching for your face. You look around a moment, and just didn’t feel comfortable with her crawling around with all these people. She could get trampled on. Had it only been Cherry like you wanted, she could have played in her space, “Dada!”
Her yell was more distressed than anything, and caught the attention of the right person. Cherry looks at the woman, and politely pushes her off as he makes his way to you, leaving the woman behind, and every step makes Sundae’s smile get even bigger. Her chunky little legs kick around, until he holds out his hands, and takes her in his arms. “I think she’s jealous,” you state as he holds her close to his chest. Rocking himself back and forth. He missed her as well.
“Is she the only one?” You glare at him. He was being unfair. You wanted to talk to him, and to Robert, just not with all these people. “I see.”
“Cherry, it’s not like that.”
“Then tell me what it’s like? Tell me why it’s fair that I was there during the pregnancy, I was there when we brought her home, I was there raising her with you, and then Robert comes home, and…”
“He is her father, and I love him. I can’t just,” you pause a moment as you start to get upset, looking towards Robert who was nursing a beer, and stands up to come closer to you. “He’s a part of my life.”
“Yes, and you’ve made that clear. And I’m not in that equation anymore. You got what you needed out of me.”
“Now, wait a fucking minute,” Robert grunts as he walks beside the three of you, “That’s not…can we talk after the fucking party party?”
“We’re talking now. You both used me. And I have…I developed,” he looks at Robert regretfully, because the last thing he wants is to insult him, but he had enough. This was silly, this back and forth. And he was the third wheel. “I developed feelings for you and Sundae. And as soon as he comes home, I’m thrown out,” you shake your head no, already feeling your heart breaking, because this wasn’t true. This was a bad idea.
“And I can’t watch you two. I can’t pretend that I don’t want to be a part of it, and you…you’re never going to allow that, Robert.”
“I never fucking said that. Can we wait until after the fucking party?” You give him a little squeeze of his hand, trying to remind him that Sundae was around. “No, I’m talking to him how I fucking talk. This needs to be done in goddamn private.”
“Then you should have asked for just me. I’m moving on,” he gives Sundae a hard kiss to her cheek. Extending her back to you, but she cries reaching for him. A steady dadadadadada flowing off her lips. “I’m not your daddy.”
“Dada!” She screeches when you grab her. Her body flailing around trying to get back in his arms.
“You’re leaving a fucking baby?” Robert shouts at him as he heads back to that woman. “She’s fucking screaming for you.”
“Then deal with her! She’s your daughter. Not mine, remember?” Now you were the one crying. Walking into the house, and into your bedroom. Removing yourself and your distraught baby from the situation. “It’s time for you to start standing up for your family.”
“And it’s time for you to stop being a fucking pansy ass mother fucker!”
“Blame me,” he grabs Elena’s hand, walking to the gate, instead of going through the house. He didn’t want to hear Sundae. Didn’t want to rush to that baby and hold her until her tears stopped. Could almost see her starting to hold her breath because she was so upset. “Whatever you need to do so you can’t be at fault, huh?”
“You better shut your goddamn mouth. I was going to fucking tell you something.”
“Then fucking tell me!” Cherry drops Elena’s hand, holding his arms out as he stares at Robert. “Tell me! What the hell do you even have to say? Yeah,” Cherry lets out an annoyed laugh, “That’s what I thought. Choked. If you’ve got something to say, say it.”
“She loves you!”
“Which one?” Robert takes a heaving breath, looking around at his backyard. He couldn’t admit this to Cherry, so what made him think he could admit to everyone here? You were right. This was a bad idea. “Go on, tell me? Which fucking one, Freezy? Is it the baby that calls me daddy, or is it your…fuck off! I don’t fucking need this shit. Let’s go!” He doesn’t bother grabbing Elena’s hand as he stomps out of the yard.
Robert looks around at the guests who were still completely silent, waiting on whatever it was that was going to happen. All of them frozen, and scared to move. “Get the fuck out of my mother fucking house!”
He picks up a table, tilting it back as bags of chips crash to the ground. “Out! Everybody fucking out!” No one wanted to be on the other side of Robert’s wrath. Everyone scurries off, while Robert wails fuck up at the sky. Wanting to throw a beer bottle, but Sundae played out here. Wanted to shoot something, but there were no contracts.
He was confused. Cherry was the only exception. He loved Cherry in his way, too. But you were just as in love with Cherry as he was you. Both of you were struggling to admit what was going on, and Robert was too confused on how to get the two of you together. “Fuuuck!” He screams again. He didn’t know. Didn’t know what to do or how to make it right.
He hated seeing his baby girl reach for Cherry, screaming for him as he walked away. Now he was pissed because Cherry hurt two people; you and his daughter. Cherry was either going to talk to the two of you like a man, or Cherry was going to be gone forever. This would not happen again.
He trudges back in the house, going into the bedroom to see you holding a sniffling baby. “Let me hold her,” he says softly, and Sundae does go to him easily. Her little lip trembles with every sniffle she makes as he holds her on his chest. “There there, darling. It’s going to be okay. Pretty Girl, I’m going to make this right. Man to man. Just me and…him,” Sundae takes a few staggered breaths, smacking her lips, and she rubs her hands over her eyes. “Is her sleepy? Her needs her little ice cream cone.”
There was something too adorable about seeing Robert baby talk to his little baby girl. Rocking her as he walks around, trying to calm her, and you get up to get her stuffed ice cream cone. Giving him a moment to bond with his daughter as he kisses around her head. He would make it right. You and Sundae were not going to be upset again. Cherry was the perfect accompaniment to your odd family. He was in fact, the cherry on top.
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I haven’t written anything in *forever*, inspiration keeps leaving me.
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