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buckyalpine · 2 years

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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.

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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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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 month

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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?”

#chris x reader #destroyer #destroyer chris #destroyer!chris #drabble #the stranger #au #backwoods au #series

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holylulusworld · 3 months

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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.

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<< 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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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 3 months

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GORGEOUS GORGEOUS MAN

with THE Destroyer jacket!!!!

@ Sundance Film Festival in Park City, Utah

#sebastian stan #seb stan #sebastianstan #sebstan #sexy seabass #in sebastian we stan #sexy sea bass #destroyer #destroyer chris #a24 #a different man #Sundance #sundance film festival

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sebastiansluts · 1 year

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I'm so excited request are back open! Can I please get a destroyer! Chris fic where his cock is so sensitive. Everytime you touch it he's cumming so he gets overstimulated reallllly easy to the point he's crying but he loves your pussy so much. He can't help it and his cock gets swollen from just how overstimulated he is. He can hardly fit it inside you . when he finally gets the tip in he's cumming and is able to slide in but he's a whimpering mess when you start squeezing him on purpose .

This genuinely made me giggle with excitement when I read it omg this is exactly what I needed!!

Destroyer!Chris x Reader; sensitive cock? (idk it's a warning), lots of cum, excessive coming, overstimulation, vaginal sex, handjob, messy sex (cum)

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

“Fuck pretty girl, need ta get in you,” Chris muttered fumbling with jeans that were hanging loose on his slim hips. He had you pressed against the wall, one thigh hiked up over his forearm, your pussy wet and bared to him beneath your skirt. You reached up and stuck your hand down his pants, grabbing his hard cock and feeling it immediately jerk, warmth flowing over your fingers.

“Shitshitshit, baby wait, you gotta-” Chris cut off as he came again, your hand jacking him lightly, sliding easily through all the cum spreading down his shaft and soaking his briefs.

“Gotta what, Chris? Go on, tell me to stop, tell you don’t want me,” you goaded, your hand never stopping, and Chris whined, coming again as he got his jeans unzipped. His hands shook as he pushed his pants down his thick thighs, and you released his dick, a breath slipping out of his lips.

“You know I can’t baby,” Chris groaned, and you grinned wickedly, trailing a single finger up the thick vein on the bottom of his cock. His dick jerked wildly, cum spurting out of the tip, making a mess between you and him.

“Fuck it,” Chris muttered, and spun the two of you around, throwing you down onto the bed in the middle of the room. He kicked off his jeans, tossing his shirt in a far corner as he crawled on top of you. His dick brushed against your thigh and you could feel wetness spreading.

“Again? God Chris, you’re so fucking messy!” you laughed, reaching down and stroking him again. He buried his face in your neck, hips pumping into your fist, soaking your skirt as he came yet again.

“Ba-baby, shit can’t stop, s-so sensitive,” Chris whimpered into your skin, sucking desperately on your jaw as tears formed in his eyes. You stroked the back of his shaved head, pushing his face back into your neck.

“It’s okay Chris, c’mon, you can do it, just the tip,” you said, grabbing the short hair on top of his head and pulling, until he was staring at you with wet eyes. “You can do that, can’t you?”

Chris blinked and a tear fell onto your cheek, dripping down to your neck. “Y-yeah pretty girl, I can- fuck!” he swore as you gripped him tightly, his dick pulsing as he came, coating your hand and stomach, your shirt rucked up to beneath your breasts, no bra underneath. Cum ran down in between your boobs, pooling at your neck.

“Chris! Gonna have to shower after this,” you giggled, and his eyes roved over your body, covered in his cum. He opened his mouth, but all that came out was a moan, his eyes rolling as he came yet again, his dick swollen in your hand, your fingers barely touching around it.

“Gotta- gotta, just the tip,” Chris panted, still crying almost without realizing it. He reached down, fitting his dick to your entrance, coming immediately, spurting inside you but dripping back out instantly.

Chris whined pathetically, his dick sliding through your folds against your cunt, finally catching on your hole. The head popped inside you and Chris gasped then cried out as he came again, filling your pussy and slicking the way, his swollen dick inching into you, both of you swearing the whole way.

“Jesus fuck!” you shouted as his balls slapped your ass, finally settled inside you, coming again. You felt messy, inside and out, and Chris was still crying above you, propped up on his forearms.

“Baby, shit, I can’t- can’t move,” Chris grunted, voice low but breathy, his body trembling as he held himself above you, mostly still. His breath blew across your neck, sending a shiver down your spine and you clenched on his dick, feeling it huge inside you. Chris whimpered, collapsing on top of you, a huff of air escaping you as his weight landed on you.

He rut his hips into yours, coming, longer this time, so you squeezed again, milking him. A strangled noise came out of Chris’ throat, his teeth grit together as he tried to push off you, surrendering when you tugged at his shoulders. He laid heavy on you, rutting you into the mattress, coming endlessly as you rhythmically clenched and released your muscles.

“Love this pussy baby, love it, love you. Fuck, too much, baby I can’t,” Chris sobbed, crying into your shoulder as his hips rocked his cock in and out of your tight cunt. “Love it so much, need ta make you come, c’mon p-pretty girl,” he whimpered, cock swelling again, stretching you out further and making you moan.

Chris pressed deep into you, rubbing his cock back and forth against a spot inside you that made you see stars and you choked on your breath, cunt spasming as you came, orgasm pulled from you out of nowhere.

Chris sobbed as you squeezed around him, tightening until you couldn’t hold back and relaxed, body melting with your release. Chris sank into you, pressing you into the bed, until you almost couldn’t breathe. He was still crying, dick still pulsing inside you.

“Chris, baby, come on, roll over,” you encouraged quietly, whispering in his ear, his face hidden in your neck. He groaned, sliding his arms under you, wrapping them around your middle before rolling the two of you over so he was on his back and you were on top of him. You slowly sat up, his arms sliding down to cup your ass, down to your thighs to support you as you carefully lifted up and off his dick.

He cried, groaning as you came off him, before rolling to his side and scooping you into his arms, cradling your back against his chest, one arm across your breasts, the other around your hips. Chris buried his face in your hair, his tears lessening as he breathed, his dick pressed against your ass, still hard but not as swollen.

“Love you Chris,” you whispered, and he pulled you tighter against him, whimpering when his dick pressed harder to your ass. You shushed him, reaching back and rubbing the side of his thigh, stroking his flank until his breathing had evened out and he was relaxing into the bed, asleep.

#destroyer chris #destroyer!chris #destroyer chris x reader #destroyer chris x you #destroyer chris x y/n #destroyer!chris x reader #destroyer!chris x you #destroyer!chris x y/n #smut #no y/n

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dreamlessinparis · 2 years

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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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vellicore · 9 months

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— Happy 41st Birthday, Sebastian Stan —

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qu1etwolf · 2 years

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I swear I used to hate smoking....

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extremelyblackandwhite · 1 year

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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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I know I keep saying I’m going to write, and then I don’t, but inspiration keeps leaving me every time I open a new doc to write.

Right now, I’m feeling like writing something angsty so if you have any requests please send them to me!

Just please mention if you want the story to have a happy ending, no happy ending, or dealer’s choice and which character you want it to be about!

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Jerk next door (4) - Past pain

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

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Characters: Doris Parker (ofc/not canon-compliant; Peter’s grandmother), Peter Parker, Destroyer!Chris

Warnings: angst, mentions of past domestic violence (implied), mentions of divorce, mentions of past physical abuse, scared reader, angry Doris (this lady is a warning, okay), rueful Andy

A/N: Please head the warnings for this story. I mention domestic violence.

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<< Part 3

Jerk. A person who acts selfishly is rude and arrogant. Andy Barber in all his glory.

“Y/N, wait,” Andy places his hand on your shoulder. “He doesn’t know you live here. Our gated community is safe. I already informed Doris and the others about our situation."

“You did what?” you cry. “Why would you do such a thing? No one can know about my past. I told Doris, no one else.”

“I need you to sit down for a moment and listen to me,” he says, guiding you toward his sofa. “People live in this place for a reason. All of us have a tough past.”

“I don’t understand.”

You rock back and forth. Quentin is in town. He knows you live here, and he won’t leave.

Andy sits opposite you. He almost looks guilty as he searches your face.

"Doris' husband got into trouble years ago. He did business with the wrong kind of people, and he wasn’t a nice guy. She ran from her past, her husband, and the people wanting to kill them.”

“How do you know?” You whimper. “I knew she had a past too. Doris understood me so well.”

“Every single person in this community came here seeking safety and protection. Did you never ask yourself why we have armed guards at the gates, Y/N?” Andy huffs as you continue to rock back and forth. “Did you listen?”

“We’ve got armed guards,” you answer with a trembling voice. “I saw the gun hidden under one of the guards’ jackets once. I didn’t think much about it. Many people have guns.”

"Y/N," he stands up and walks toward the couch. "When I said everyone in this community has a past, I meant it. Mr. Abbott almost got killed by his brother. He wanted his money and wife."

“Why are you telling me all this?” You struggle to keep your anger under control. “What’s wrong with you? You can't spill others' secrets. Who do you think you are?”

“I founded this gated community. Did you think the amount of money you had would be enough to buy the house, garden, and a place in this community?” Andy responds. “Doris talked me into letting you buy it. She wanted you here.”

You glare at Andy. “I bought the house with my own funds. Doris didn’t know me before I moved here.”

“Doris originally lived in Upstate New York. Maybe she knew you before you met. When the last owner moved out, Doris came to me and showed me your application for a place in our community.”

“She never mentioned New York. And no, I never met Doris before.”

“Fine. Whatever,” he throws his hands up. “What I tried to tell you was that you are safe inside these gates. No one passes the gates. I told the guards not to let Quentin Beck inside. They got a picture of him.”

“Great. I only have to stay within these gates for the rest of my life,” you sniff. “You should know that gates, guns, and walls won’t keep Quentin away. If he wants something, he gets it.”

“Not you,” Andy cuts you off. “I called a friend in New York. He will dig out every sin your husband committed. I’ll make his life miserable."

“If your friend digs dirt about my husband, Quentin will know you lied. He will come for me, even if he must break the law, lie, and hurt people.”

You slowly get up from the sofa to stand on wobbling legs. Your new home is a doomed place now. There’s no way out this time. All your money is gone, and Quentin knows where you are.

“I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Andy watches you walk out of the living room without giving so much of a glance. He sighs, knowing he has fucked up big time.

“Save it. You will get what you wanted from the moment we met,” you snap at Andy as you grab the door handle. “I will leave this place. I’m not your problem anymore."

“Wait…shit…wait!”

Andy follows you out of his house. He runs after you when you run off. “Leave me alone!”

"We need to talk about what to do now,” Andy says. “Please. I know you have no reason to trust me, but I’ll do anything to help you.”

“After you jeopardized my safety and life,” you snap at Andy. “No wonder your wife left you. You’re a selfish jerk. Why would anyone be with you?”

“I-“ Andy watches you run toward your house. He swallows the bile rising in his throat as you fumble with your keys and disappear into your house. “I’m sorry…”

“Andrew Stephen Barber! How dare you? How? Y/N is the perfect addition to our community, as I told you months ago. She finally felt safe again and you had to bring her husband here!” Doris is about to rip Andy a new one.

“Granny!” Peter chuckles as Doris jabs two fingers into Andy’s chest. “You rock!”

“I know my dear,” her features soften at Peter’s worried expression. He’s the only living relative she has left. All the others…well, Doris doesn’t like to think about the losses she endured because of her husband’s mistakes.

“Doris, I didn’t endanger Y/N on purpose. I did a background check. How should I have known that bastard is looking for her? You didn’t tell me much about her.”

“On purpose,” Doris snaps back. “You may have founded this gated community, but this doesn’t mean you can stick your nose into other people’s business, Andrew Barber.”

“I asked you all to come here to discuss our next steps. Quentin Beck didn’t leave town. He currently lives in a hotel near my office. I hoped I convinced him to look for Y/N somewhere else.”

“An abuser won’t give up so easily,” Doris’s voice cracks as many of the women, and some men in the room nod in agreement. “Most of us have experienced domestic violence and abuse. We won’t let anything happen to Y/N.”

“What can we do now?” Mr. Abbott asks. “We all want to help Y/N, but we can’t mess with a cop. If he’s got the right connections, he might be able to enter this place too.”

“He won’t. I asked a friend to help me with this. Chris will be here in a few hours,” Andy explains. “He took the next flight.”

“Who is Chris? Why should we trust him?”

“He was an undercover agent until some years ago. Now he helps people. Chris is a retrieval specialist and, well, you don’t want to know about the rest. Let’s just say if you need to fight dirty, call Chris.”

“You want us all to trust a man we never met before? We trusted you, and look where this got us,” Doris snaps at Andy. “What can this man do?”

“Anything we can’t do, Doris…anything we can’t do…”

“Why do you want me to watch your neighbor?" Chris leans into Andy’s doorframe. “Andy man, you called me for help. The least you can do is tell me what’s going on here.”

“Her ex-husband is after her. It’s my fault,” Andy explains. “I need you to find a way to get him off her track. Can you do this for me?”

“Sure. I mean, that’s my job…”

>> Part 5

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