#Destroyer!Chris x you

[navybrat817]

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.

Another couple I love. 💙 Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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[sebastiansluts]

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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[sweeterthanthis]

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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[georgiapeach30513]

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. 

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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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[biteofcherry]

"We shouldn't-" your voice wavered as Chris unzipped your denim shorts and pushed them down.

You already felt exposed in what he insisted you wear, but now he was depriving you even of the scraps that barely covered your body.

"We're undercover and- and-" you tried to reason with him, but your brain seemed unable to follow the reasonable thinking.

Definitely not with Chris getting down on his knees, kissing his way down your body as he did.

His breath was hot on your skin; big, calloused hands rough on your trembling body.

You braced your hands against the rickety bathroom counter, gaze flicking up to the door which Chris purposely left unlocked.

"Exactly," came his reply, voice dark and sweet as honeyed whiskey. "They should believe you're my good little slut. And in their eyes this is what sweet pieces are for."

He pulled your panties down and hoisted one of your legs over his shoulder.

"They get licked into a drippy mess in a cramped bathroom at a gang's house and then pumped full of cum."

His nostrils flared as Chris leaned to your already damp heat. You saw a smirk forming on his lips as he looked up at you, a dark gleam of satisfaction in his steely-blue eyes.

"So make sure they hear you moan, baby. And keep begging like a needy slut I know you are for me."

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[buckyalpine]

I have a request!!!!

Can you do a Bucky barnes x female reader angst based on Call out my name by weekend.....

Like Bucky and reader used to date and reader have been with Bucky in ugly times but he leaves her for someone else...

But reader having a happy ending and Bucky regretting........

By your big fan 🌝

18+ minors dni

Ex bucky x reader, destroyer chris x reader

That song is sexy as hell. I know this isn't straight up cheating but this smells of Bucket to me. sigh. Okay. Here we go.

You really have been with him through everything. The absolute worst of times, holding him, cradling him, loving him through every nightmare, every breakdown, talking him through every insecurity he feels. You are his safe place, the one place he can cry and sob and be himself with no judgement.

You run your fingers through his hair while rocking him close to your body each night, deprived of sleep just like him but you'd never let him suffer alone.

Until.

He claims he needs a fresh start. The more he's with you, the more he remembers the dark sides of his past. You're special, but you remind him of every moment of weakness he's had. You don't remind him of happiness and hope. When he sees you, he sees the place he goes to cry and he doesn't want that anymore.

He just can't see a future with you.

It's over.

You're struggling to keep it together, your heart in pieces while he's flourishing, learning how to love himself now and be more independent. It's hardly been a few weeks until he has a new girl around. He thinks he's found happiness, there's a part of him that feels oddly hollow. There's something missing. He brushes it off because it'll pass and he's dating someone new anyway. She looks very much like you but that's where the similarities end. He learns that very quickly.

She's not sweet like you.

Not patient like you.

Not loving like you.

Not beautiful like you.

She's not you.

Bucky realizes his mistake very quickly, whatever stupid reasons he had for wanting to break up make 0 sense, he understands that now. He tries to have a conversation with you but it's impossible with the team standing in the way each time he comes by your room. Steve hasn't punched Bucky yet but he's very close to hitting him on the head with his shield if he comes to you one more time.

Bucky went looking for you in every girl he came across and it was never the same. You're all he can think of, and it doesn't stop him from calling you for. You can hear his cries at night, your name falling from his lips when he has a nightmare. He's whimpering and crying, he needs you back, he's so scared but he can't do anything about it, he made his choice when he left you.

He calls you for even when he shouldn't.

"Y/n..."

"What the fuck?!"

"I-

Bucky doesn't even bother correcting himself, simply getting off his newest hookup and putting his clothes back on. He doesn't even hear her screaming at him, truthfully he doesn't care, he can just think of you. He wants to call for you, he wants to be wrapped in your warmth, coming undone for you, making you feel good but it never happens.

When he sees you in Chris's arms, he doesn't know what to do with himself. Your new boyfriend won't let Bucky go near you with a 10 foot pole. He treats you like a princess. Just like you deserve. He's protective over you. He's always by your side.

"I love you sugar" He has you on his motorbike, parked outside the compound, his arms around your waist, trailing kisses down your face to your neck. "My pretty girl"

Bucky freezes seeing you both, seething watching the way his hands are stroking your waist, the waist he used to hold onto, the place only he used to be allowed to touch. When you see Bucky, your heart races. Anxiety takes over. You love your boyfriend but you can't help the new fear that has clouded your brain, a part of you is always scared he might leave just like...

"Baby, look at me" He breaks you out of your trance, his thumbs wiping away the tears you didn't even notice spill down your cheeks. "Sweet heart, I'm here" He holds you close to his chest, he knows everything that happened and he's ready to be patient with you and show you exactly how you deserved to be loved. "It's okay baby, m'not going anywhere"

Bucky hates himself even more because not only did he hurt you but you now also feared people would leave you without warning, just like him. He wants you back, every single day but it never happens.

***

Nothing gets easier, even though a part of him is happy to see you doing better. Much better. You're smiling, laughing, surrounded by the team while you look open presents, giggling at the cute little onsies and baby toys the team has brought for the baby shower. Tony got your little one a tiny custom leather jacket to match his dad. There's a set of tiny silver rings. There are way more toy motorcycles than toy cars.

You're in your own world now, with your husband, a little baby on the way.

The pain he's feeling couldn't be worse.

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[holylulusworld]

Jerk next door (6) - Two new players

Summary: You move in next door to a jerk after a bad breakup.

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Characters: Destroyer!Chris, Captain Syverson

Warnings: angst, mentions of past domestic violence (implied), mentions of divorce, mentions of past physical abuse, scared reader, mentions of past alcohol abuse, rueful Andy, mentions of murder

A/N: It's been a while, huh.

Jerk next door masterlist 

<< Jerk next door (5)

“No,” you violently shake your head. “I won’t set foot into his house. Let Quentin come and kill me. It’s better than being under the care of this man.” 

“Miss,” Chris sighs. He’s fucking tired of taking care of other people’s problems. “I’m tired, my head hurts like hell and I haven’t slept for a week. Please give me a break.”

“Oh,” considering his words you look at the stranger in your house again. He looks tired and sick. “Wait, have a seat. Do you want some water? I got not much food left, but I can make you a sandwich.”

“I came here for a reason, miss.”

“Y/N,” you offer a weak smile. “I’m sorry for barking at you. It’s his fault, not yours. You only try to help me.”

“It’s fine,” he shrugs and takes the offered seat in your kitchen. “I get that you are mad at Barber. He’s a handful.”

“So, uh-Mr…” you furrow your brow. “Sorry, I don’t know your name.”

“Just Chris,” he takes the glass of water you placed on the table and chugs it down. “I’m sorry too. It was a rough month…or rather year.”

Chris closes his eyes for a moment and sighs deeply.

“Maybe you should stay out of this shitshow. I already packed the most important things. I’ll try to start anew somewhere else.”

“He will follow you everywhere you go, miss,” Chris opens his eyes. His blue eyes hold your gaze as you try to find a way to keep him out of your problems. “Quentin Beck is the kind of bastard not letting go. He doesn’t love you but won’t let you live your life without him.”

“He will kill me,” you whisper. “Quentin told me so when I finally found the strength to file for divorce. I embarrassed him by revealing what he did to me. Though, no one was there to help me. They all turned a blind eye to my injuries and his behavior.”

“No man should put their hands on a woman,” Chris sneers. “I will make sure he’ll never get close to you, Y/N.”

“Quentin won’t give up.”

“Let him come,” Chris gets up from his chair because you’re rubbing your arms and your teeth chatter. “You’re freezing.”

“I-I’m scared, is all,” you reply. 

“No. You’re cold,” he shrugs his jacket off and puts it around your shoulders. “You need to calm down. I know Andy was a jerk, but he’s our only chance to keep you safe.”

“I don’t want to hide at his place,” you sniffle. “He’s as bad as my ex-husband.”

“Andy would never hurt a woman,” Chris softly speaks to you. “Laurie got him good. She broke something inside of him. Jerk or not, he will do anything to keep you safe.”

“Promised?” You look up at Chris.

“Promised.”

“Bedroom, bathroom,” Andy nervously points at the bed in his bedroom. “I’ll take the guestroom. This one is bigger.”

“This is ridiculous,” you huff and cross your arms over your chest. “If only you left me alone. I didn’t do anything wrong to make you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you, sweets,” he sighs and runs one hand down his face. Andy is fucking tired too. “Please let me at least try to make things up to you.”

“You put me in harm's line!” You throw your hands up. “I finally found a peaceful place and you had to ruin it for me. Even if he believes I left town, Beck will come back. If he sinks his teeth in your flesh, you are his next meal.”

Andy smirks. “Let him come. I’m not the tame and friendly lawyer if you fuck with me.” He cocks his head and watches you sit on his bed. Andy clears his throat and softens his voice. “I changed the sheets, and in the bathroom are fresh towels. I brought all your clothes into the walk-in wardrobe. It’s right through that door.”

Andy points at the door next to the bathroom.

“You can put them on the left side. It’s…empty,” he shrugs when you watch him with curiosity. “A habit.” He adds. “My ex-wife used to occupy the left side. I kinda never changed that. It’s empty since I moved in here.”

“I did the opposite,” you admit. “Quentin used the left side, and I put the silliest things on his side.” You grin. “He would so hate it.”

“Hmm…” Andy nods thoughtfully. “We removed any trace you lived at your house. A friend of mine will take your place. I had an emergency meeting with all the neighbors. They know about you, and Beck. Doris and Peter offered to have an eye on the house.”

“You make it sound so easily,” you wipe your wet eyes. “I used my real name, Andy. Sooner than later Quentin will find my employer, and I’m done for. He will come when I least expect it and…”

You look away. 

“He won’t,” Andy suddenly stands in front of the bed. “I don’t give a shit that he’s a cop. I’m an attorney lawyer, Chris is an ex-cop, and—” 

“And I was the leader of a special forces unit,” another man casually walks inside Andy’s bedroom. “Hello, sugar. Andy told me so much about you.”

“Hi,” you choke the word out, unable to think while crowded by the two of them.

The man holds out his hand. “Oh, she’s shy,” he hums and steps closer to look down at you. He looks even bigger than Andy and Chris. His blue eyes are soft, but his large hand promises more than a friendly handshake if you mess with him. “Captain Syverson, or Sy to you.“

„Hi,“ you squeak as he grabs your hand to shake it. His grip is firm, but you know, this is only a fraction of his strength. “I’m Y/N.”

“A pleasure to finally meet you,” he smirks, still holding your hand. “Andy told me so much about you, but forgot to tell me that you are the sweetest dame I ever laid eyes on.”

“Sy, can you just not?” Chris joins the party. He immediately glares at Syverson, not liking said man is still holding your hand. “We have a lot on our plate. Quentin Beck is sniffing around town. We got to stop him.”

“Let me break his neck then,” Sy grumbles. “Problem solved.”

“We are talking about murder in that case,” Andy ever the lawyer retorts. “We can’t just kill him, okay. All we have to do is convince him that Y/N left town.”

“All we gotta do is rip him a new one,” Chris bites back. “That piece of shit deserves to be punished for the crimes he committed. He’s hiding behind his badge.”

“I did a background check of Mr. Wonderful,” Syverson draws your attention back toward him, and away from Chris. “Y/N wasn’t the first woman he has hurt. Three of his former girlfriends reported him to the police.”

“Let me guess, the reports disappeared,” Chris makes a face. “I told you, he’s a piece of shit and had it coming for a long time.”

“Chris, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but we can’t run around and kill random people. Bastard or not,” Andy stops the two men from conspiring. Both are skilled and undoubtedly able to take Quentin down. “We need to do this the right way.”

“Well, no shit Sherlock,” Syverson grunts. “The other women tried to do it the right way. No one helped them. The reports disappeared, and his colleagues made sure that they didn’t try to file another report.”

Andy scowls at Syverson. “I get it. He’s not a sweetheart and we are on our own. Let’s make sure he’ll never hurt a woman without killing him then.”

You rock back and forth while the men decide on your ex-husband’s fate.

Whatever is going to happen, you are too weak to stop them or Quentin…

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[navybrat817]

"C'mon, sweetheart. Just one more. She wants to gimme one more."

And then (because I'm greedy)...

"Does he know that everytime you fuck him, you think of me?"

LAU! You know me. I tried to make it dirty and. Feels. Why am I like this?

Never His

Pairings: Destroyer!Chris x Female Reader, ??? x Female Reader

Word Count: Over 540

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cheating (don't read if this upsets you!), hints of forced marriage, possessive behavior, porn with feels (it’s me, c’mon), Destroyer!Chris (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: Cheating isn't usually my thing, but the backstory in my mind? There's a reason. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Lau, I chose him just for you!!!

Wind teased your face from the open window and you wondered if anyone outside could hear you. No, someone would've found you by now and he wouldn't be that risky. He was always so careful. But today, he was almost unhinged.

"Couldn't keep my hands off you, baby. Look so fucking good."

Stolen moments like these weren't uncommon. They began with a kiss and ended with you filled and ruined. How long has this been going on? Days? Weeks? It didn't matter. Everything changed when he walked into your life and destroyed everything.

For the worse and the better.

"Please," you panted as you arched your back. You already came once. It wasn't enough. He loved how responsive you were to him, your walls quivering as he dragged his cock along them, seeking that spot that would make you scream. And the sound he wanted to hear was his name. "Chris, we can't-"

"Yeah, we can," he grunted, digging his rings into your hips to hold you still and make you take him. It wasn't to hurt you. He never would. "You say that, fuck, every time I have my cock in you."

You couldn't argue with that. You never wanted this life, but your freedom was taken away from you. Then Chris showed up, intoxicating, addicting and good. Part of you knew you loved him. He knew you loved him, too, but you denied it. You couldn't love him. It was too dangerous.

The sound of your broken moan pulled you from your thoughts, your head almost smacking the wall as it fell back. You began to tremble as he drove deeper into you with each thrust. Some days, he took his time with you. Other times, like this, it was frenzied, frantic, needy.

Perfect.

"C'mon, sweetheart. Just one more. She wants to gimme one more."

You gasped when he said "sweetheart". No. That wasn't the name Chris used for you. That was-

"Does he know that every time you fuck him, you think of me?"

You shook your head, helpless noises spilling from you as he pressed his lips against your neck. "No. He'd kill you."

Chris pressed a kiss behind your ear. "I'll kill him first."

The pressure in your abdomen kept building, your body desperate and hot at the thought of him killing the man who forced you to be by his side.

"But before I do," he grunted as he sped up, your hands seeking purchase as you began to spiral. "I want him to know you don't belong to him. That you never did. ‘Cause you’re mine. You’re my girl. You come for me. You love me, baby. So give it to me."

You hurdled toward your orgasm, squeezing and gushing around his cock. You were certain you screamed his name, uncaring if it carried through the air. Maybe it was time everyone knew. He managed a few more thrusts before he spilled hot and thick inside you, lifting his head so you could see his blissed out expression.

His kiss was gentle as you came back to yourself, a tear sliding from the corner of your eye. “I mean it, baby,” he panted in a whisper. “You’re my girl. And Nick is a dead man.”

*****

Love and thanks! ❤️

@dreamlessinparis @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog

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[sebastiansluts]

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

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“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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[sweeterthanthis]

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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[extremelyblackandwhite]

please more chris and diane!!!!

pairing: bar owner destroyer!chris x reader

It had become something that calmed her down after work, going to see Chris at his bar. No matter how many times he said he didn’t want her there, he always had a pint of Coke waiting for her with a lemon slice and a cup full of ice. Just like every single Friday, she parked her car by the bikes, her hand pushing the door; yet, instead of hearing Chris mock her or call her Diane Chambers again, she found the bar was oddly quiet. 

     - Hey little bride. - Bill piped up. - How’s work? That case still giving you a headache? Need me to silence them?

     - Bill, you can’t tell me you’ll commit murder for me. That way I can’t defend you in a court of law. - she sat next to him. - Where’s the half bald version of Sam Malone? 

     - Ah ... - Bill took a sip of his beer. - He’s wallowing in self pity in the back. 

     - And the bar is still open?

     - Free beer, little bride. He can wallow in self pity as much as he’d like if that means I get as many pints as I can serve.   

Y/N looked around, grabbing her bag and making her way towards the back. She’d never been to his office before, heck, she’d only been to the upstairs bedroom because he didn’t want her to “die near his bar”. Chris was a private person, he didn’t really like sharing much about himself. He’d never told Y/N what he did before he was a bar owner, he didn’t tell her how old he was, he didn’t tell her his last name and he definitely never invited her into the back. However, perhaps the last one was solely reserved for whenever a pretty lady walked into the bar. She’d witness it one too many times before when a woman, either lost or intent into going in the bar would struck a conversation with Chris and soon enough she’d be invited in the back. Y/N guessed she was not part of the elite group of women who go to go there. She knocked on the door but heard no answer or Chris’ familiar grunting so she opened the door to find him smoking, his boots atop his desk right next to a glass of whiskey on the rocks, just like the one he used to have at the end of the day. 

   - Bill said you were wallowing in self-pity. - she closed the door behind her. - Just came to warn if you don’t go outside, they’re gonna drink all the ale they can find. 

    - Couldn’t give a shit about that. - he replied but not like he usually did. No, he sounded crude. - What? Can’t find the tap for Coke? 

   - Came to check in on you since you’re apparently chain smoking and drinking yourself to death. 

    - Don’t be dramatic, Diane. - he put out the end of his cigarette against the ashtray before grabbing another one and lightening. - You want one?

    - I don’t smoke. - she crossed her arms. He chuckled, letting out a cloud of smoke and a mumble of “of course not”. - Do you want to talk? 

    - My god, Diane, the last thing I need is you to pretend to be a shrink. 

    - You’re clearly acting like much more of an asshole than you usually do. 

    - Maybe I am an asshole, have you thought about that? - he replied as if her words had no effect on him and if he was being honest, today her words had little to no effect on him.  

    - God, I thought we were past this act of you pretending you hate me. 

    - I never pretended I hate you, I’ve always did hate you, you spoilt little princess. 

    - Really? I am the best thing that could’ve happened to you. At least I made the bar a bit brighter. 

    - Are you kidding me? You are the worse thing that has ever happened to me. Now I don’t know if you’re only sticking around here because you’re needy or horny since you escaped the lucky bastard that is your ex-fiancé, but I was the happiest man in the world before you stepped foot here. 

    - Does that make you feel better? Does it? 

    - Sure as hell beats having to actually be outside and pretend I give a fuck about what you have to say every Friday. 

    - You know what? Fuck you, Chris!

    - Isn’t that what you came here to do?

She turned around and slammed the door behind her, making enough of a noise that the whole bar had turned to see what was happening. However, at this moment she couldn’t give more of a damn about how many people were looking at her. Instead, she just forcefully grabbed her bag and made her way out of the bar and into her car. New York had enough bars for her to content herself with. 

(...)

Chris stared at the old clock he’d gotten when he first bought the place. The pointers kept moving, almost mocking him about how intent he was on knowing what time it was. 3:58, 2 minutes and how many seconds away from closing time. The only people in the bar were him and Bill who had happily been ranting about a new bike he was looking to buy and re-do. 

    - She’s not coming. - he said, drinking whatever was left of the beer in his glass. 

    - Don’t know who you’re talking about. 

    - Yes, you do. - he interrupted the bar owner before he could continue. - She hasn’t come back in two weeks. 

    - I couldn’t give any more fucks about where she is. Keeps my bar sane if she’s not around. 

    - Still think it was a dick move to unload on her like that. Kid was just trying to be nice. 

    - Last thing I need is a spoiled girl in my bar. - he cleaned the last glass, part of him still hoping she was gonna waltz in late like she used to do. 

    - You know what, Chris? It’s not her fault ‘ya ex-bride is popping out ‘ya best mate’s kid. Keep going with this bullshit and you’re gonna be alone.

    - What is this? Protect Diane Chambers time? If you like her so much, then fuck her for all I care. 

    - You watch how you talk about her. - he got up. - Don’t wanna have any problems with me, son.

Honestly, Chris felt tempted to start a fight. Between Y/N throwing a fit over nothing and his ex being pregnant, maybe getting punched and throwing a few punches would make him feel better. However, this was Bill and starting a fight with him would either end up with Chris in the ER or in the cemetery. Both seemed like great options but he was tired and all he wanted to do now was go upstairs and watch whatever shitty TV show was on. He threw the Coke glass in the sink and went upstairs. 

She didn’t come again for 4 weeks and he knew how ridiculous it was that he had started to count them, yet here he was now, 4 weeks in without a sight of her. Perhaps it was better she was not here on this particular Friday, the bar crowded with Bill’s old friends as he celebrated whatever birthday he was celebrating. Chris didn’t ask, it was not his business. He just stayed behind the bar, serving whatever it was they ordered. 

    - LITTLE BRIDE! - his attention finally turned towards the group as he saw her there. She had come back. - You came!

    - Couldn’t miss your birthday, Bill. You know you’re my favourite. 

    - Sit. - he gathered room for her. - You want anything? 

    - No, I just came to wish you happy birthday and drop by a little gift. - she put a black bag on the table. - I have to get back to New York, have a business trip next week. 

   - A very busy lady, aren’t ‘ya?

   - I keep busy. - she smiled. - I’ll see you around, Bill. Don’t get into too much trouble. 

   - Can’t promise anything.

How dare she? How dare she come into his bar after 4 weeks and not even direct a word to him? Heck, he’d let her sleep in one of the extra bedrooms upstairs and even if not, this was his bar and good manners dictated she said something, even if an annoyed “hi”. He threw the red rag he was using to clean the counter on the floor and went past the bar and outside, following her like a raged wolf. 

   - You gotta be fucking kidding me, Y/N. 

   - I don’t feel like engaging you in your petty little fights tonight, Chris. - she took her car keys from her bag. 

   - Oh really? You love to talk so much, actually, you never shut up but tonight you particularly chose to talk to everyone but me. 

   - I thought since you hate me so much, I’d save you the trouble of having to speak to me. 

   - Oh, real mature, Y/N. - he crossed his arms. 

   - Yes, real mature. I haven’t heard you apologise for being an absolute dickhead the last time we spoke. Actually, I’ve never heard you apologise for anything. 

   - What? You want me to apologise for hurting your feelings? Grow a backbone, Y/N. 

   - Maybe you should grow some manners. - she stepped towards him. 

   - You are the most fucking annoying person I have ever met. 

   - LIKEWISE! 

The two stared at each other with fire in their eyes and before Chris or Y/N could think about what would be the correct thing to do in this situation, he had wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her in for a kiss. The two pulled apart, her eyes looking into his with a mix of shock, innocence and shyness. 

   - I have to go back to New York.

   - You probably should.

   - Yes, I should. 

   - Drive safe.

   - I will. 

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[georgiapeach30513]

Sweet Cherry Pops, Part 1

Summary:  You and Cherry bring Robert home, and you have a decision to make

Pairings:  Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader X Destroyer!Chris “Cherry”

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, car sex, oral sex (F receiving), slapping, threesome, mentions of double penetration, attempted DVP, creampie, jealousy, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.8K

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Cherry grabs the little baby from your arms, giving you an odd face as he gets out of the car, and Robert drags you into the back.  He had missed you, and being away from you and in prison made him starve for your body.  You had barely made it face first onto the backseat before he was jerking your pants down just enough to push his thick cock into your warmth.  He could fuck you properly later.  Right now he just wanted to make sure that your cunt was still molded to him.

Cherry holds Sundae in his arms, his finger brushes over her face as the little baby smiles up at him.  Her little arms wave around to grab his face, and he has to look away.  Things were going to change now that Robert was back.  He wasn’t going to be sleeping in the same bed as you.  He wouldn’t be the one to wake up and get Sundae when she cried.  Change her diaper before he brings her to you to nurse.  His role was no longer going to be her father.  

“I know, sweetheart,” he starts off when Sundae squeals at him.  Her mouth opens and closes as she tries to say mama.  “That man is your daddy, and he’s very needy.  Especially for your mother.  He’s been away for awhile, but now he’s going to be there everyday.  Probably won’t even leave the bed for a month.  But he did this all for you and your mom.”

Sundae opens her eyes up wide, and grabs at his nose.  He brings her close to his mouth where he blows raspberries all over her chubby cheeks, and the baby squeals again.  “Despite what you think, he is a good man.  Just a jealous one.  But…I guess you’re used to seeing jealous men, huh?  I’ll never be your daddy.  I’ll never be what she feels for him, I just thought I had a little place in their world.  Besides a babysitter.  Not that I don’t like watching you.”

The moment Cherry stops talking, Robert grunts out his grand finale.  Twisting your head to look at your ruined face.  Nobody fucked you like Robert.  It was filthy, dirty, and hard, but the way his hands changed to be so loving.  Kissing over your skin softly.  “Robert,” you guiltily whimper.  You hated having Cherry so far away from you now.

You and Cherry had created a bond, but it was also more than that.  Yes, he was there for you during a time when you needed him, but there was something about waking up with his arm around you.  Holding your body tight against his own.  The few times he stayed in the bed with you and Robert, you didn’t realize then that you enjoyed the both of them.

Robert was jealous, and there was a part of you that was selfish.  Selfish in the way that it felt amazing having two men greedily pull out orgasm after orgasm from your spent body.  But also, the way they each held you afterwards.  Cherry always had a sweetness to him.  He balanced out Robert’s roughness.  You thought at the least he would want to join you, and Robert, but that pained, “It’s always going to be, Robert, huh?” This morning right in your ear made you wonder if it was more than sex between you and Cherry.

“I can’t lose him,” you whisper back, holding his arm tight around him.  He never responded.  You made a choice, and it wasn’t him.  There was no way that Robert would go for having Cherry in your bed every night.  He just wouldn’t.  Cherry could have a part of your body, but you were almost sure that Robert wouldn’t share your heart.

Robert clears his throat as he walks out of the car, giving a head nod to Cherry, “You wanna hold her?”

“Not yet, I’ll drive,” He moves into the driver’s seat, while Cherry hands the giggly baby to you.  Letting you strap her in.  He almost attempts to just walk somewhere, the car smelled like you and him, and he no longer felt like he was part of the equation.  “Get the fuck in the car.”

“Robert!  Sundae is back here.”

“I have to change the way I fucking speak, now?”

“Yes!  Her first words are not going to be fuck!”

“Ugh.  Cherry, will you please get in this freaking car, and let’s freaking go.  I’m tired of freaking looking at this freaking place.  Later I’ll let you freaking have a piece of my Pretty Girl.”

Cherry gets into the car, but his eyes stay straight ahead.  Not speaking to either you or Robert.  Robert keeps looking over to his friend who was most definitely pouting.  “What the hell is your problem?”

“She’s not property.”

“I’m aware.  But her and that cunt belong to me.  I’ve always talked about my Pretty Girl like that,” Robert catches you and Cherry locking eyes in the rear view mirror.  Your head shaking back and forth, “What the fuck?”

“Robert!”

“No, now I’m fucking pissed off.  What the fuck is going on?  Did you two have an argument?” Neither one of you offers him an answer.  His fingers tap along the steering wheel, and looks over at Cherry, “You too good to fuck my Pretty Girl then?”

“No.”

“Have your cock buried so deep in her cunt, trying to avoid making contact with me?  I know you like it and want to destroy that fucking pussy whenever you want to. I should thank you,” Cherry furrows his brows, and turns his head to look at him.  “You fucking saved me.  You didn’t have to turn on the feds.  Didn’t have to feed me information about the fucking cuck that was married to my perfect Pretty Girl.  But you did.  You stayed fucking loyal to me while in prison.  Brought me pictures and kept me updated on my…family.”

“You woulda done the same for me,” you wanted to touch them both.  Your daughter chews on one of your toys as she looks up at you.  Her chunky little legs kicking around.  And she hears Cherry talk again.  “It was the least I coulda done.”

Her little mouth opens over and over again, and she twists her head back to hear his voice, “Dadadadadadadadada!” Oh god.  You thought that she had been associating him with that word, but the nonstop singing of it solidified that.

“I know, princess, but daddy’s driving,” Cherry doesn’t think, just puts his hand in the back seat, and when she sees his ringed fingers, she squeals, pulling the metal to her mouth while she chews on them.  Robert’s eyes bounce between you in the backseat, and Cherry who hadn’t quite figured out what he had done.  “Pretty Girl, what is my daughter doing?”

“Chewing on his rings.”

“Has his rings been in your fucking cunt?”

“Robert!” “Not recently.”

“I feel like the three of us have a lot of fucking talking to do,” his mouth goes flat, and you gulp.  Robert’s anger was notorious.  You had been on the receiving end a few times.  You carried his mark proudly on your neck because of his anger, but you were not going to have your daughter be a part of this squabbling.  “A lot of fucking talking to do.”

“It’s not that serious,” Cherry tells Robert as he takes a drag of a blunt.  Holding it close to his mouth before extending it to him.  “You have nothing to worry about.”

“My baby fucking called you dad, and I don’t have nothing to fucking worry about?” He pulls a long hit from the joint.  His eyes going towards Sundae’s room where you were putting her to bed.  “So what?  You thinking I’m a fucking cuck?”

“Nope.  She survived.  Believe me, you’ve got her,” his silvery blue eyes look straight at you as you emerge from the bedroom.  “She’d never leave you,” there was an odd feeling brewing in your stomach as you try to figure out your feelings.  Cherry was hurt, and that stung.  

“I know she wouldn’t fucking leave me.  C’mere,” he holds a hand up to you, and pulls you into his lap.  His calloused fingers pet over your branded ice cream, and he holds up his neck for you to kiss on his matching brand.  Looking over at Cherry as Robert pushes your thighs apart.  

A thick hand slides up your thigh, until he comes to contact with your bare cunt.  Leaning onto your neck, he kisses up the column, and you whimper looking over at Cherry, “I always knew you were a good fucking girl.  Still don’t wear panties, do you?”

“You always ruin them,” he spreads your legs even more, and both the men’s eyes go to your cunt when Robert enters with two fingers.  “Robert.”

“I think Cherry deserves to be fucking rewarded for taking care of you and my daughter, don’t you?” whispering out a yeah, you pout up at him.  “We sharing?  We fucking taking turns?  He eating you while you're making out with me?  What are we doing, Pretty Girl?”

“Sharing,” Cherry takes a drink from his beer before crawling onto the floor.  On his knees, he kisses up your thighs, becoming even harder when the room fills with the sounds of your juicy cunt.  His eyes only on you as he maneuvers around Robert’s hand to get to your clit.  Giving the sensitive nub a suck.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as both men pleasure you.  Trying to get out of your head and just enjoy the moment, but there was something amazing about them getting along when it came to your pleasure.  Robert didn’t hesitate to let Cherry have a part of you.  Working together to make you feel good.  Circling a hand around Cherry, you pull him closer to your core, while the other brings Robert in for a bruising kiss.  

“You getting the ass or my cunt?” Robert chuckles, moving to kiss your neck.  Unbuttoning his shirt that you were wearing, and fully exposing you.  Slapping at your tits, before looking at Cherry.  Having to pull him off to get an answer, “You want her ass or my cunt?”

Cherry licks your juices off of his face, and can’t answer.  It’s an unspoken thing that you never take Robert’s bait.  He may be generous when it came to Cherry, but he still wasn’t going to make that decision.  “He gets your cunt,” you’re not sure why, but you wanted Cherry to see your face as both men pleasured you.  Maybe it would make him want to continue in the way that you had been.  

“That wasn’t so fucking hard,” Robert stands, with you, and pushes you towards the bedroom.  Waiting until Cherry gets in there, and he sits on a chair at the foot of the bed.  “Have fun.”

You breathe deeply, while Cherry starts ripping his clothes off.  He finishes removing your shirt, while he backs the two of you on the bed, letting you crawl over top of him.  You look back at Robert as you run Cherry’s tip through your folds.  Biting at your lip when you let his spongy tip push through your entrance.  Back to looking at Cherry who can’t turn away from you.

Grinding over him a moment, and then you press your hands on his chest, beginning a slow bounce over him.  Robert watches the two of you being a bit too familiar than when he left you.  He assumed it was bound to happen, and there had better be some fucking proof that it did.  He would never let anyone touch you, but Cherry.  He couldn’t bring himself to admit it, but this felt right.  Cherry was the softness to Robert’s brashness.  

You looked beautiful riding him.  Your coy little face looking back at Robert as he slowly fists his cock.  But there was something in the way that he was looking up at you.  It was more than lust, definitely not just respect.  Cherry was falling for you.  Robert was not sure how to feel about those feelings, because he’d be damned if he took a step back in this relationship.  But Cherry’s grip on you wasn’t possessive.  Cherry’s fingers barely dug into your skin.  They were smooth.  It made Robert feral.  You needed bruises to remind you who you belonged to.  But was that also Cherry?  Was the question of sharing more than tonight?

Leaning over, you start making out with Cherry, and Robert gets to watch your cunt stretch over him.  His cock was soaked in your juices and cream, and he wondered how many times you had came.  Was this the secret to making you feel like this?  He could get used to this though.  Live and in color porn.  Your puckered hole just beckons him to come closer.  

He walks over to his toy chest.  Grabbing up a bottle of lube, he squirts some in his hand to rub over his length.  Adding a bit more in his palm just for you.  You slow your movements, and watch Robert.  Stepping behind you with his thick cock.  And he presses you down on Cherry.  “This may sting a bit,” you had already had him in your ass before, so…

Feeling pressure at your pussy, you look back at him.  “You’re gonna fucking take it, Pretty Girl.  You want us both.  You gotta take it,” he pushes his cock behind Cherry, and you yelp.  “Pretty Girl, fucking take it!”

“That’s not my ass,” you whine.  His tip makes it past the entrance.  “Robert!  Freezy.  Baby, please.”

“What?  You don’t want to fucking share now?” It was overwhelming and not at all what you were expecting.  Pain, a bit of pleasure, and fullness.  “You don’t want to take it?” You want them both, but aren't ready to admit it.  Caught off guard with him trying to shove his cock into your crowded cunt.  “You gonna take it?”

“Robert!” Cherry turns you to look at him, nodding his head.  Mouthing out please, “I can’t.  Stop.”

“Fucking hell,” Robert grunts.  Pulling out of your cunt, he pushes into your ass.  Fingers digging into your hips while he fucks you hard.  Rearranging your insides, and nothing about this was sweet.  It was angry.  Pounding into you, while you cling tight to Cherry.  Your nails scratch down his arms, but he still holds you gently.  Kissing on your skin, as Robert wrecked you.

“I waited a year.  A fucking year in that place.  You’re going to fucking learn to take whatever the fuck I give you.  That was your one fucking chance.”

“You didn’t tell her what you were doing!”

“Don’t fucking tell me what I can do with my Pretty Girl!”

“She needed to be in the right headspace!  You know she would have done it!” Robert growls as his hips skyrocket into you.  Seeing stars, and not even able to listen to what they were arguing about.  “

“She better be glad that I didn’t try to put two cocks into her fucking ass!”

“Shut up!”

“I’m letting you have a piece of my Pretty Girl, and you’re fucking telling me to fucking shut up!  Ahh!” His scream goes right to your core as you soak Cherry.  

“I don’t want just a piece of her!”

“No, you want to take my place!”

“I didn’t fucking say that!”

“Trying to take her and my daughter from me!  I fucked that baby in her cunt before you ever got to feel her!  You mother fucking asshole,” with one more hard thrust he empties his load in you, and falls flat on the bed.  His chest heaving with anger and confused feelings.  He sits up enough to see the mess that the three of you had made, “When the fuck did you cum?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Cherry says, pulling your spent body off of him.  He sits up on the edge of the bed, leaning down to get his boxers on.

“Where are you going?”

“You’re daughter is crying, and…well Pretty Girl is fucked dumb,” he glances back at you, and while you were trying to get closer to Robert, you had a hand extended out to Cherry.  “I’ll get her settled back this time.  And I’m sleeping in my room.  You can deal with your daughter next time.  Maybe she’ll come to by then.”

Robert watches Cherry walk out the door to tend to Sundae, and pulls you in close to his body.  He was too rough and too pushy, and he knows it.  He’d always given you a voice and chance to say no, but tonight, he didn’t.  He wanted you to prove that you wanted both of them, and right now he felt they were just empty hollow words.  

He reaches over to your side of the bed, and turns up the baby monitor.  Thinking that Cherry had left, but then he hears a soft, slowed down version of Sugar Pie Honey Bunch.  Giving you a kiss to your head, he whispers out, “What have I done?”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Stranger 9

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.

The hotel is raucous. The cafe owner comes in with another empty tray of toothpicks and used paper plates. She looks tired. Katherine's already found her way to the party as you hide in the back and guard the cart. You should try to do more.

“Um, can I help?” You step forward, twiddling your fingers.

“Sure,” she dumps the contents of the tray into the bin, “do you mind running out the bruschetta?”

She points to another tray and you nod. You don't particularly want to brave the hordes, especially as their voices combat the pulsing volume of the music. Yet you'd feel worse letting her do all the work, especially when you begged for a chance just to help.

You push through the swinging door and creep down the hall. You peer into the banquet hall and gulp. You try to urge yourself to wade into the sea of people but waver. You can do this.

You press on, head down, set on the line of tables across the room. You stay against the wall, shying away from bodies and drunken voices. It's so crowded you wonder if all the guests are from the village.

You get to the x on the map and set down the tray. You exhale in triumph and shake off your nerves. You did it and it wasn't that hard.

As you turn, you stagger back, barely keeping from hitting the table behind you. You gulp as Chris stands amid the partiers without a care at how they bump into him. He stares you down with arms crossed, a dangerous glint on his blue eyes.

A pair of girls gab as they pass between you and you hide behind them as you head back across the room. You duck, trying not to give yourself away, and nearly sprint down the short hallway to the kitchen.

As you burst through the door, you find the manager gone. You're alone in the empty kitchen just staring at a crooked tray on the counter. Maybe there was an emergency. You shudder as you try to figure out what to do. You can tidy until she gets back.

You take the tray and add it to the stack. You gather up the loose cutlery and put it in the container. The party buzzes as you focus on the simple tasks.

A tray clatters and startles you. You whip around to look at it as it slides on the floor. Your eyes crawl up to the figure across from you, the door gently falling back into the frame. Chris arches a brow as he tilts his head.

“There you are, sweetness,” he growls, “you running away from me… again?”

Your eyes round, “no, I… I'm working–”

“Mhmm,” he clicks his tongue, “and what about the cafe, huh? You sure did your best to avoid me.”

“No, I… I was interviewing for this job,” you squeak, “I didn't mean to–”

“Didn't mean to,” he struts forward, “excuses…” he walks along the other side of the counter, “excuses,” he rounds the corner, “excuses.”

You back away from him as your insides bubble to a boil. He tuts as he comes closer as you stumble on your heels. He grabs the straps of your apron and spins you against the fridge.

He pins you there, snarling as his irises flair hotly, “wasn't I supposed to take you on a date?”

“Uh, yeah, sure, but–”

His hand wanders along your shoulder as his other trails down to your chest, “this isn't exactly what I had in mind but it'll have to do…” he bites his lip as he leers at your squirming body, “I like the apron… it's cute… I'll get you a nicer one, hm? Something frilly?”

“Chris, sir, I… I'm working–”

He claps his palm over your mouth and hushes you. The fridge is cold against your scalding back. His hand descends further and further, slipping beneath the apron and along the top of your black jeans. You squeak as his gaze bores into you.

You grab his bicep but don't push him away. He's too strong to fight and you know it. He slides his hand down the front of your pants, crushing you as he stretches his arm into the denim. He hooks his hands between your legs urging them apart with his knee.

He curls his fingers against your panties and rumbles with delight as he pets you through the fabric. You whimper, eyes glossing as you stand frozen in shock. He lowers his head, resting his forehead against yours as he rocks his hand.

You murmur into his rough palm as he rolls your clit between two fingertips, the friction burning from the dry fabric. Wetness slowly rises, easing his touch as he plays with you. You quiver and squeeze his thick muscle as your pelvis tightens and your thighs tingle.

Even through your fear, it feels good. Your breath puffs over fingers as you cling to him, legs trembling as he toys with you so easily. You close your eyes and he slips his hand down to grip your chin.

“No more hiding,” he snarls, “look at me.”

You obey, bracing the fridge with your other arm as your body threatens to collapse. He moves his finger along the crease of your legs as delves beneath your panties. He flicks and swirls and rolls your tender bud until you're mewling.

“Bad girls don't usually get treats,” he sneers as your voice warbles, “but I'll show you what good girls get and maybe then you'll shape up.”

He rubs harder, faster, until you're senseless and babbling. Your hand falls onto his chest and you moan into a whine. A flash of delight swells in you and bursts at once.

“You gonna be a good girl,” he taunts as he continues to play with you, “or you wanna see what a bad girl gets?”

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[saiyanprincessswanie]

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.  💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

For my Masterlist click HERE

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

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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[dreamlessinparis]

Late Night Visitor

Pairing: Mob!Destroyer!Chris x F!Reader x Mob!Bucky, Lee Bodecker x F!Reader (established couple, married)

Word Count: 1085

Summary: Mob brothers Chris and Bucky come to collect after Lee falls behind on his debts. But instead of taking his life, they take his wife.

Warning: Cuckholding, cheating, blowjob, Chris's rings, Daddy kink, cumplay, spitting, smut, 18+, explicit content, explicit language, teasing, taunting, alluded murder (nothing confirmed or explicit)

A/N: This was a continuation of something I'd tormented Lau with months ago and after a fun chat, I wanted to write it as a full fic. Thank you for betaing this, @sweeterthanthis and to you and @navybrat817 for helping me with the idea. Love you both❤️

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 :)

Dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics

Everything about this situation was wrong but you did nothing to stop either man as they manhandled you to the edge of the bed on all fours. Lee struggled in his restraints, his angry words muffled by your panties. 

"Bodecker, how did you even get a woman this lovely?” Bucky asked, moving to stand in front of you. You could feel his brother,Chris, positioning himself behind you; his palms groping at the flesh, giving each cheek a firm smack, the rings leaving a sting behind. Bucky's metal hand grabbed your throat, making you look up at him.

He was a handsome man, extremely dangerous, but handsome. Bucky Barnes ran the town with his brother, Chris. Everyone knew they weren't to be messed with, but you weren't surprised Lee had ended up in hot water. He was cocky to a fault.

“You're going to be a good girl for me, right doll? " Bucky asked, his hold tight in warning but not enough to hurt. You kept your eyes locked on his ocean blue eyes, and gave a small nod.

"Bet he likes to make you call him Daddy, doesn't he?" Chris mused from behind you. He grabbed your hips and pushed into a small inch at a time, making you feel the way he stretched you out, molding around him and holding on with a vice grip.

"He does," you groaned, your hands balling up the sheets beneath you. Bucky leaned down, his warm breath fanning your face. “I'm your daddy now, got it?"

"Yes Daddy," you replied softly. Bucky ran his thumb over your bottom lip. The metal was surprisingly warm and you parted your lips, letting him push it in. 

He pressed down on your tongue, forcing it open wider. Wide enough for him to replace his thumbs with the tip of his cock. Bucky had managed to take it out while you were distracted by Chris.

Your jaw ached slightly as you struggled to accommodate his wide girth. You gagged when he hit the back of your throat, tears beginning to form in your eyes as you tried to breathe through your nose. His hand loosened from your throat, moving instead to grip your hair. "Fuck, your mouth is heavenly, doll. Could stay here forever," he groaned. "Lucky bastard you were, Bodecker. Guess we should be thanking you for fucking up.”

Chris chuckled, landing a stinging slap on your ass. His rings were cool and soothing against your heated skin as he rubbed the sore spot. "Took a look around. No kids, huh? Maybe I'll fuck a baby in this sweet little cunt. Give her what you clearly can't," Chris grunted, his ringed hands digging into soft flesh. His thrusts became more insistent, knocking you forward onto Bucky's cock. It forced you to try to adjust to the intrusion faster than you intended. Tears streaked down your cheeks. 

Bucky's hands framed your face, and as Chris pulled out, he shoved in. Together having a tug o' war with your body as they used you like a ragdoll. You should have fought, objected, anything; instead, you found yourself enjoying their abuse. Arousal gushing out of you with every stroke of Chris' cock. 

You clenched around him, moaning around Bucky's shaft. Spit dripped down your chin, dropping onto the sheets beneath. “Fuck, she's squeezing me so hard," Chris groaned, "fucking milking my cock like a greedy whore.”

"You like being our little cockslut, doll?" Bucky asked, stroking your cheek. You couldn't really nod, so you hummed around him. You felt prideful when Buckly moaned, his head falling back for a moment. "We might have to keep you, doll. Promise we'll treat you better than Bodecker. So good.”

Lee let out a muffled protest, trying to break out of his restraints. Your lacy panties were still stuffed in his mouth. Bucky had told him that it'd be the last he'd taste of you. Now you understood what Bucky meant by that.

You weren't getting out of this with Lee.

Chris's thrusts began to get sloppy, his hands tightened on you as he tensed up. One of his hands reached around, finding your clit and strumming it expertly. It hit you out of nowhere, coming in time with Chris. You fluttered around his thick cock, milking every drop of cum out of him. Painting your walls in hot spurts of cum. 

Your moans vibrated around Bucky's cock, sending him over the edge. He pulled out, quickly. "Tongue out, doll, and don't swallow."

He pumped himself and coated your face with his seed, aiming mainly for your tongue. The salty taste seeped into your tastebuds and you wanted to swallow every drop. But you didn't want to upset Bucky.

Once he was done, Bucky helped you up off the bed. Chris's cum was dripping down your thighs and you squeezed them tight, trying to not lose too much of it. He didn't seem like the type who'd appreciate you wasting anything he gave you.

Bucky's hand was warm in yours as the two of you approached Lee. He yanked the panties out but never gave Lee the chance to speak. His metal hand gripped his chin, forcing Lee's head back and his mouth open. "I lied, her panties aren't the last thing you'll ever taste," Bucky snarled. "Go on, doll, give Bodecker what he deserves.”

You were hesitant, approaching your husband. Lee's eyes were wide but there was a hardness in them as if he was disappointed in you. Like he wasn't the one at fault here. 

Bucky's cum sat heavily in your mouth and you leaned forward, spitting it all onto Lee's tongue. If Bucky hadn't been holding his chin, you were sure Lee would have spat it back in your face. Instead, he was forced to swallow. 

“Wow, looks like Bodecker can behave," Chris chided, coming up behind you, wrapping himself around your body. Bucky chuckled, releasing Lee, and with his metal hand, his thumb wiped a spot on the corner of your mouth.

“Missed a spot, doll.”

He shoved his thumb into Lee's mouth, staring him down until Lee sucked on the metal digit. "Good boy," Bucky praised, patting Lee's chubby cheek, "Chris, take our girl to the car. I’ll join you two after I have a quick chat with the Sheriff here.”

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