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#daddy!destroyer!chris x reader
hansensgirl · 2 years
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✎ 𝑺𝑬𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑨𝑵 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑵 & 𝑪𝑶.
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NAVIGATION. ␥ TAGLIST. ␥ @hansensfics ␥ NEON PALM.
caution! — minors, do not interact! 18+ only, just like my blog. do not plagiarize, copy, translate, repost, copy or recreate my writing on any other public platforms. heed the warnings, and remember you are responsible for your media consumption.
✧ — smut | ❥ — dark/taboo | ☾ — angst | ୨୧ — dd/lg
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⊹₊˚· sebastian stan fics.
✧ — picasso. 18+
don’t you know? it’s not good to look through people’s things without their permission. 
✧ — body electric. 18+
when sebastian first joined the new gym down the block, he felt blessed. blessed that it was close by, and blessed that you frequented it. 
✧, ❥ — gifts. 18+
your new stepbrother give you a late christmas gift. 
✧, ❥ — here, kitty kitty. 18+
your sugar daddy wants his wildest dreams to come to life. you, on the other hand, aren’t really into it. 
✧, ❥ — you better not shout, better not cry. 18+
they know if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake. 
fics about mr. stan have been discontinued.
⊹₊˚· bucky barnes masterlist.
featuring. — praise, ice cream man, salvatore, and much more!
⊹₊˚· the winter soldier fics.
✧, ❥, ୨୧ — i’m in the water. 18+
he’s in the wind, you’re in the water. nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter.
fics about the winter soldier have been discontinued.
⊹₊˚· charles blackwood fics.
✧, ❥ — cattivo fino all’osso. 18+
he’s bad to the bone, sick as a dog. but he knows that you like him a lot. 
✧, ❥ — you better not shout, better not cry. 18+
they know if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake. 
✧, ୨୧ — burning desire. 18+
you’ve got a burning desire just for him.
fics about mr. blackwood have been discontinued.
⊹₊˚· lee bodecker fics.
✧, ❥ — you better not shout, better not cry. 18+
they know if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake.
✧, ❥ — tulsa jesus freak. 18+
he’d never trade your innocent body for a can of gin. no, instead, he chooses to sing you like his favourite bible hymn. 
fics about mr. bodecker have been discontinued.
⊹₊˚· chris (destroyer) fics.
✧, ୨୧ — not all who wander are lost. 18+
he’s got your name on his tattoo, wearing the same damn clothes since three days ago. a bottle of gin in his hand, and you’d say he’s just wandering. 
fics about chris from ‘destroyer’ have been discontinued.
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fineanddandy · 2 years
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Three Dates — First Date
Three Dates
Summary: You still can’t believe what you agreed to, and what you signed up for…but Chris is here to let you know what it is when you’re with him…
Relationship: sugardaddy!destroyer!Chris x black!reader
Warnings: graphic language, smut, sugar daddy/sugar baby relations, controlled female masturbation, exhibitionism, edge play, dom vibes, use of toys/vibrator, drinking, smoking, 18+
A/N: SURPRISE! Sugar daddy Chris is back and it totally came out of nowhere!! Inspiration is so damn weird yo! But yeah this is pretty much what I envisioned for this chapter I’m quite pleased with it. Hope you guys enjoy it as well.
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That night with Chris felt like a fever dream. A man that devastatingly handsome offering to take care of you just for the fun of it. You still can’t believe it, and you didn’t want to miss out on an opportunity like this with a man like him. You almost didn’t recognize your voice when you agreed to the dates. You really must be at your lowest. But he seemed nice enough, genuinely interested in whatever you had to say, and he was definitely hot enough; you got off to the fantasy of him finger fucking you under the table. Those heavy ass silver rings knocking against each other as he picked up the pace till you covered them all shiny and cool with your warm cum. You came so hard that you passed out. Some of the best sleep you had in days, dreaming about his voice burning you up that you woke up with ruined panties. What the fuck is happening to you? So quickly he already had a hold on you and you guys haven’t even kissed. You really couldn’t wait for this first date.
Good morning sugar…hope you slept well
A good morning text? You can’t help but smile as you turn over in bed. When’s the last time you received one of those? You didn’t expect someone like him to send good morning texts anyway so this is a pleasant surprise.
Morning—
Your thumbs stopped moving. Daddy? Already? Really? He hasn’t even touched you yet get a grip.
I slept peacefully thank you…how about you
Tossed and turned. Needed your warmth
Turning onto your back, you roll your eyes and smack your lips, trying to fight back an aroused grin. Yeah that’s so hot.
Can’t stop thinking about you…as soon as I draft up this contract sugar, I’m coming to get you…
That really got to you, a sizzling heat consuming your cheeks that sat with you the rest of the day…until he came calling again.
“Get dressed.” He ordered into the phone, already in the car and on the way to your place. “I would prefer you in a dress, something short, black. Can you do that?”
Hell yeah you can do that, pulling out your sexiest pump to match. You’ll do whatever he wanted and you can’t wait to show obedient you can be. Smiling back at your reflection you feel one hundred and beyond down for whatever Chris has in store. In the backseat of his town car, he keeps you possessively close, his rings ice cold on your enflamed skin. Couldn’t stop grinning down on you but keeping a cool head when you got in the car.
“Did good sugar,” Chris pinched your flushed cheek, “real fuckin good.”
That’s all he had to say. If it had been any other man, such a basic ass compliment would have pissed you off but because it was him, those words meant so much more. A pat on the head. A nudge on the chin. A good girl.
Every person in the room stopped to watch you and Chris be ushered through the upscale restaurant to fancy private glass room connected to the busy kitchen. Front row view to the hustle of a two star Michelin chef and his crew, and it’s quite the sight to see. Chris is friends with the head chef and called in for a favor tonight.
“Thought I’d show you what I can do…how I can treat you if you’re my girl.”
You cradle a large wine glass amongst your fingers, smirk at the blood red hue in the light. Can’t lie, you’re impressed, grinding your hips down into your seat. The words my girl echo in your empty head and it sounds so good you grin harder.
“Speaking of…,” his tatted knuckles slip into his jacket and draws out an envelope, “I hope these terms are to your liking. And I’m willing to negotiate…well, most things.” Chris smirks pushing the contract across the pressed white table cloth. Shouldn’t be too surprised that he’s ready to get down to business. The sooner you sign, the sooner he can play with you. Tired of waiting, he watches you read as the waiter brings out the first course.
Allowance: $50,000/week, and that’s not including your bills and rent. Required to live in with him on weekends and when under his roof, he dictates what you wear in his house…fuck when he wants to fuck. No matter where you guys were, if Chris wanted you, you better spread your legs. No one else gets to touch you; you belonged to only him until you got back on your feet. And at the end of it all, if you wanted,
“You’d want to be with me?” You frown, a little thrown off by the words at the end of the contract. That’s a little bold. If all was to go well, you could choose him. He wants you to choose him.
“Yeah sugar.” Chris partially smirks before taking a drink. “Why does that surprise you?”
For so many obvious reasons that he chose to ignore, and it made you question why do you care so hard. So you just shrug, losing the words you had geared up to argue such a ridiculous request. Funny, that’s the most ridiculous request to you when he’s got ‘must crawl around like a kitten when feral for daddy’ in black type. You had to laugh at yourself.
“Look, I know I’m intimidating,” he states dropping his elbows down on the table and sits his glass back down beside his plate, “but I also know that you’re not shy, that there’s a restless woman deep down inside just dying to claw her way out.” Chris runs his thumb over your knuckles, tempted to kiss them as he leans in just a little closer, “Let me spoil her. I can change you, sugar…in the best way…”
Licking your black cherry stained lips, you shake your head, because you were just thinking how it was time for a change. So could Chris be the Universe? But hell, why not trudge down this rabbit hole…not much to lose these days. Besides, he might be on to something…
Skimming back over the contract once more, you pinch your fingers together and chime, “Pen?”
There goes your life on the dotted line. There goes his devilish grin spreading long across his stone cold face. No going back.
“We’re gonna have some fun sugar.” His fingertips graze yours as he takes the envelope back and slips it back from where it came. “Say goodbye to your old life.”
Adios muchacha. It was nice knowing you. Chris was about to take you for a wild ride and you could feel the excitement in your bones. How you made it through four exquisitely rich courses, you have no clue. His intense gaze was driving you wild, quite positive that you’re sticky between your clutched thighs. The food didn’t help you feel any less…good; everything put in front of you tasted so amazing all you could do was close your eyes and hum with every first bite. Chris was enjoying watching you enjoy yourself, can’t wait to give you more because he loved to see you happy. Between the second and third course, his chef friend came in to check on you guys and gave Chris a giant bear hug like old friends who haven’t seen each other in many years. Chris laughed with his whole body as they joked and caught up, which was so refreshing for you to see a break in his impassive character. Definitely made him even more handsome and you could only hope you could get him to look that relaxed and jovial. So far, so good though the conversation between you two was just as good as the night y’all met, still getting to know each other over the silent need settling in the space between you guys. It’s getting hard to ignore as the last of the plates get cleared and the waiter brings Chris a fresh drink.
“If you’ll excuse me.”
You just wanted to do a lipstick check before you guys head out for whatever else is on his agenda. Kitchen’s closing and others are leaving as you head to the bathroom and by the time you’re done, the entire place is cleared out—staff included—leaving you bewildered heading back to the table. Chris is still sitting there chillin, sipping on his drink, jacket off and draped over the back of the chair.
“Ready to go?”
“Not quite. Wanna finish my drink.” So you go back for your seat but Chris tuts, making you stop and turn to look at him. “Don’t sit there. Sit here.”
Standing now, drink still in one hand, his rings tap the crisp white tabletop in front of him. You almost fixed your mouth to ask why but then you remember, paper’s signed so technically, this situationship is a-go. So better act accordingly. In your heels though?
“Um—“
“Now, sugar. I’m only patient for so long…” Chris barely flinches, just stares, but everything in his tone told you you better get your ass up on that table. For whatever reason you’re nervous to put all your weight on it, but the tension in your shoulders from Chris hovering over you pressures you to hurry.
“Knees up…and spread them,” he instructs as you sit on your bottom, the hem of your dress falling down your prickled thighs, “Wider—yeah…that’s perfect.”
“But Chris—“ Your eyes nervously dart around the empty restaurant you’re completely exposed to, on the verge of panic, but he shushes you.
“No one’s here sugar. Just you…” the tip of his tongue licks his smiling lips, “me…” and he slips a tatted hand into his pants pocket, fishing around for something, “and this pretty ass pussy that’s already so damn wet damn…” Really biting down on his bottom lip Chris smiles down at your glistening folds, fiddling around with something. “Didn’t wear any panties. Huh…” He reaches for his chair between his legs and jerks it forward to take a front row seat. His glass loudly knocks against the table as he slams it down. Going to need both hands for this. “Already know how to behave sugar. I really like that about you…”
His cool fingertips graze down your quivering folds. All you can do is watch, breathless and hypnotized, almost eager to see what he’ll do next. Fingers holding onto the edge of the table for dear life. A tiny whimper breaks from your slightly parted lips; his cold wet touch against your burning wet folds felt so amazing. Chris just sniffs a laugh and withdraws his simple touch, and loudly sucks on his fingertips as he sits back in his seat. Just devouring you with hungry eyes, like you’re the Christmas ham.
“That’s what I mean…she’s in you,” he scratches his scruffy chin with his knuckles, and sits up, rests elbows on his knees, “just look at you…”
He’s still playing around with something in that hand that’s out of view, while the other pinches his butt chin, smoky blue eyes darting between your anxious face and your slippery folds with a crooked grin.
“So…let’s see how good you can be for your daddy…”
A surprised gasp stiffens your body and before you can react, Chris has filled your pussy with some sort of device. And before you could ask what did he put inside you, he tapped the screen of his phone to activate said device. Its aggressive vibrating tosses your head back with a needy groan.
“How’s that sugar? That good enough for you?”
You go to answer but the vibrations accelerate, tossing your head up with a yelp. Chris at the controls once again, sitting back with his legs crossed, just watching with a tiny grin. And waiting for you to answer so he slides his thumb down the screen, giving you some reliefs to pant,
“Yes—yes daddy.”
Chris modestly drops his chin with a shy smile and reaches down into the front pocket of his shirt, retrieving a cigarette and lighter. “God sugar. Be more perfect.”
Convulsing, gulping back your whimpers, you can feel yourself dripping down onto the linen, your folds and walls fluttering like crazy. His lighter clicks to life as you spasm and moan before him.
“Listen here,” those rings sound at you completely out of it, eyes rolling back into your bobbing head, “you have until I finish my drink,” exhaling a cloud of smoke he snatches it off the table, by your trembling leg, “and my smoke to cum. Or you don’t cum until I see you again.”
Your arms almost buckle at his promise but you dare not falter for the punishment could be far worse if you do. Lucky for you, he still had plenty whisky left in his glass and this cig won’t last the way he stress smokes it down. Watching your chest heave, your heels tear the table cloth, has Chris aching to fuck you but he’s got to test you out first. Make sure his intuitions about you are correct. He haphazardly swipes his thumb up his screen, which sends the vibrator up to its highest setting, sending you into fuckin hysterics. Screaming behind clenched teeth,
“Oh fuck! Chris! Oh my god please!” Clutching the table until it hurts but the pleasure numbing your nerves dulls it all away. But he doesn’t budge, just sips his drink and smokes his cig, ashing it on the floor with a careless sigh.
“Good girls don’t beg, sugar.” The ice in his glass clink as he takes another drink. “They take whatever’s given them. No matter how rough, or how gentle.”
The vibrations finally slow down and you almost cry in relief, or in need, sighing out as your body relaxes just for a minute.
“Oh thank you daddy. Thank you so much.” A few tears fall from the corners of your eyes anyway, genuinely grateful for the moment.
Chris chuckles behind his pressed lips cradling his cig as he reaches over for your throbbing folds. “Oh now it’s thank you daddy.” He sits his ice cold glass right over them, causing you to hiss and jump but settle once your pussy adjusts to the sudden change in temperature. “Can’t be nice to you all the time sugar. Gotta learn, earn my trust. Understand?”
You can hardly catch your breath let alone speak and he knows that, accepting your tired but firm nod for the “yes daddy” he wanted to hear. Removing his glass, he shakes the ice stirring around at you and reminds you, “times a wastin.”
And just to fuck with you, he edged you a few more times, just to let you know—ultimately—you cum when he says so. So anytime he noticed you were too close but too soon, he’d drop the vibrator to its slowest speed with a coy flicker of his brows. Nonchalantly blow of fluid puff of smoke up into the air. Hitting long drags or taking slow sips, meeting your drowsy eyes each time you looked at him. Fuck he’s hot, keeping a stealthy glare on you as his thumb wildly swipes up and down the glass screen.
“Look at me.” Chris grumbles when he notices your eyes rolling back again and you do your best to focus on his carnal stare. “Look at me when you cum sugar.”
Your eyelids burn with hot tears as you wildly groan and hyperventilate, panting out his name, your orgasm building higher and higher with his trembling thumb. His ragged breaths damn near matching yours reaching your boiling point. His heart damn near hammering out of his thick chest when you finally snap with the sweetest cry. And keeping your sights in tuned with his as you bust all over the table like a sweet little angel. God he could cum his pants right fuckin now you looked so good all loopy and fucked out of your mind, spasming and sighing because the toy still vibrates inside you. And still, you seductively grin at him, licking your lips and calling for him. That’s the girl.
Walking over to you slumped on the table, Chris knocks the rest of his drink back and drops his cigarette butt into the melting ice.
“Mmm sugar…you look so damn sexy.” He purrs into your shivering lips so elated to finally taste his as his fingertips softly seek out the creamy vibrator still stuffed deep inside your achy walls. Obsessed the second he tenderly bit your bottom lip, the way he moaned longingly into your warm mouth. This kiss was everything and more. Rough and sweet. Possessive and caring. Chris departs your worn lips with a sweet smile and affectionately caresses your cheek damp with your tears. “Such a good girl sugar,” he whispers into you, gently tugging at your lip with his fingertips, admiring your angelic face. “You’re all mine…and I’m all yours…”
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saiyanprincessswanie · 7 months
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SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 163-164
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Welcome to Weeks 163 & 164
A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendation for fanfics. I have a lot to read now which makes me happy 💜 This list holds 65 fics. Hope you enjoy them all.
As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜
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.
Page-break by @whimsicalrogers​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​
Header by @fictional-affairs
If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.
I love you 3000 💜 Missy
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Give Me One More - (Ari x Reader) - @/saiyanprincessswanie
The Perfect Fit - (Nick x Reader) - @jobean12-blog
All Of Me - (Ari x Reader) - @flordeamatista
Don't Give Up on Me - (Andy x Reader) - @navybrat817
Andy Drabble - @sunshinebuckybarnes
Sunrise - (Bucky x Reader) - @rookthorne
Begin Again Part 1 - @anonymityisfunwriter
Monkey See, Monkey Do, Chp 14 - (Colin x Reader) - @spectre-posts @what-is-your-plan-today
Special Treatment - (Brock x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty
A New Beginning - (Bucky x Reader) - @/navybrat817
Dishes with Andy… - @drabblewithfrannybarnes
Tease - (Destroyer Chris x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog
who you belong to - (Andy x Reader) - @/sunshinebuckybarnes
Thanks for the Invite - (Lloyd x Black! Reader) - @syntheticavenger
Alpha - (Lloyd x Reader) - @boxofbonesfic
Yearning For You - (Ari x Reader) - @writing-for-marvel
Dead End - (Lee x Reader) - @shadeysprings
Baby Girl - (Steve x Reader) - @wint3r-h3art
Begin Again - Part 2 - @anonymityisfunwriter
NEED A HAND? - (Bucky x Reader) - @likeahorribledream
Something New - (Bucky x Black Fem Reader x Steve) - @princessphilly
Biker Bucky - @pellucid-constellations
Gentle Soul - (Steve x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18
Happy Birthday - Gentle Soul - (Steve x Reader) - @/stargazingfangirl18
First Date - Gentle Soul - (Steve x Reader) - @/stargazingfangirl18
Playing The Long Game - (Cole x Reader) - @our-marvel-universe
Let Me - (Bucky x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog
Fair Play - (Nick x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog
Stalked - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817
It's All In The Eyes - (Bucky x Reader) - @writing-for-marvel
Kinktober Day 13 - (Bucky x Black! Reader) - @princessphilly
As You Wish - (Steve x Reader) - @/rookthorne
| 2:48 a.m. | - (Bucky x Reader) - @sergeantxrogers
Mornin' Captain! - (Steve x Reader) - @nicoline1998enilocin
Stucky in love - (Stucky x Reader) - @holylulusworld
Whatever Daddy Wants - (Steve x Reader) - @labella420
Fresh Fallen Snow, Part 6 - (Curtis x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513
His Inheritance - Part 22 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18
Just Right - Chp 5 - (Steve x Reader) - @darsynia
Real-Life Tasks With Ransom - Day 17 - @/wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Though I Have Never Read It - Part 4 - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim
Conditioner - (Bucky x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes
A Crown of Flowers - (Bucky x Reader) - @/navybrat817
Only the two of us - (Bucky x Reader) - @barnesafterglow
Threadbare - Part 4 - (Steve x Reader) - @ronearoundblindly
Forbidden Enticement - (Stucky x Reader) - @/rookthorne
Turn The Lights Down Low - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @slyyywriting
Potentiality - (Brock x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty
Never Have I Ever… - (Jake x Reader) - @/drabblewithfrannybarnes
Still Need You - (Bucky x Reader) - @andydrysdalerogers
play with fire - (Bucky x Reader) - @onceuponastory
SWEETHEART - (Lee x Reader) - @likeahorribledream
Miss You - (Frank C. x Reader) - @wint3r-h3art
Bucky Oneshot - @/pellucid-constellations
a stranger arrives - (Bucky x Reader) - @witchywithwhiskey
Life of Pie - (Destroyer! Chris x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog
Breeding Kink Nick - (Nick x Black! Reader) - @/princessphilly
Sugary Sweet - (Bucky x Reader) - @/rookthorne
Bodyguard Brock - @/fluffyprettykitty
Unholy Errand - (Lloyd x Reader, God the Bounty Hunter) - @buckets-and-trees
For All I Do - (Lee x Reader) - @/boxofbonesfic
By the Pound - (Andy x Black!Reader) - @/syntheticavenger
Their Doll - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @/navybrat817
Their Doll - Part 2 - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @/navybrat817
The Shadow of Love - (Bucky x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog
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dreamlessinparis · 1 year
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Late Night Visitor
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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
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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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Hello, lovelies! As a working mom and writer, I often fall behind on reading and reblogging fics from fellow writers. I decided to take part in the Stardust Reblog Challenge put together by @natrace as a small step to change that! My goal is to reblog one fic a day between September 1st and December 31st, hopefully more! Below are the fics shared and will feature Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters (for now). Show these writers some love and please heed any warnings provided. Enjoy!
Moodboard by yours truly and dividers by the talented @saradika.
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September Fics
9/1 - It Had to Be You (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @s-tarksintern
9/2 - Plan B (Dark!Ari Levinson x Reader, Dark!Andy Barber) by @slyyywriting
Happy Birthday Doll (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @secretswiftymarvelfan
9/3 - Truth Conquers All - Part 1 (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @yarnforbrains
9/4 - Waiting for This (Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader) by @musingsinmoonlight
9/5 - You Really Wanna Do This Now? (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @luxeavenger
Lap Time (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tumblin-theworldaway
9/6 - Infinity (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming
9/7 - Chaleur (Pre-serum!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @moonstruckbucky
9/8 - Monster (Bucky Barnes one-shot) by @moonbeambucky
9/9 - Comfort (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @jewels2876
9/10 - Drunk Or Baby (Andy Barber x Reader) by @fictional-affairs
9/11 - Baker's Dozen (Dark!Steve Rogers x Black!Reader) by @boxofbonesfic
9/12 - Dangerous Dance (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @princessmisery666
9/13 - Hands (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @qu1etwolf
9/14 - Cold Little Paws (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @majestyeverlasting
9/15 - Fingers (Tattoo!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @buckycuddlebuddy
9/16 - Spooky Season (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
9/17 - Into This World, We're Thrown (Steve Kemp x Reader) by @onceuponastory
Lee Bodecker in the Fall (Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @treatbuckywkisses
Blind as a Bat (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @pagesoflauren
9/18 - Sleepy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweetdreamsbuck
Prism (Robert Pronge x Reader) by @needleandhammer
9/19 - Playing For Keeps (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tuiccim
Narcissist (Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @chrissquares
9/20 - Boring, Boring, Boring (Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Reader) by @rustytricycle
9/21 - A Gentleman in the Streets (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @christywantspizza
9/22 - Love by Moonlight (Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader) by @strangeprincex-writes
9/23 - Down a Rabbit Hole (Dark!Jefferson x Reader) by @sgt-seabass
9/24 - Happy Ending (Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader) by @nekoannie-chan
9/25 - Once Upon a Blue Moon - Part 1 (Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader) by @sagechanoafterdark
9/26 - Hold Me Please? (Stucky x Reader) @doasyoudesireandlive
9/27 - Personal Project (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @slothspaghettiwrites
9/28 - Autumn Remembered (Ari Levinson x Reader x Andy Barber) by @wayward-blonde
Soft Ransom (Ransom Drysdale x Asian!Reader) by @brandycranby
Disarmed (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @ghotifishreads
9/29 - Would I Lie to You? (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki
9/30 - Dirty Dishes (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @jen-with-a-pen
Parade (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rodrikstark
Possession (Lloyd Hansen x Black!Reader) by @xsapphirescrollsx
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October Fics
10/1 - Who's Your Daddy? (Destroyer!Chris x Reader) by @emerald-chaos
10/2 - In the Weeds (Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
10/3 - Meet Your Match (Dark Serial Killer!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @dreamlessinparis
10/4 - Make a Wish (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweeterthanthis
10/5 - Post Break Up (Hal Carter x Reader) by @writing-what-writing
10/6 - Unwell (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @msmarvelwrites
10/7 - Watching Your Footsteps (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @lokislastlove
10/8 - Abduction (Curtis Everett x Reader) by @georgiapeach30513
10/9 - Rogers Family Recipe (Steve Rogers x Reader)
Enchant (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
10/10 - I.O.U. (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader)
10/11 - A Whittle More Practice (Steve Rogers x Reader)
Dance in the Dark (Ghost!Steve Rogers x Asian!Reader)
10/12 - Meeting GiGi (Steve Rogers x Reader)
10/13 - See What You Do to Me? (Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader)
The Things You Do (Steve Rogers x Reader)
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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.”
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“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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Destroyer!Chris !!
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Your breathing is ragged, shallow puffs in and out of your nose because Chris won’t remove his hand from your mouth.
“You gotta be quiet, sunshine,” he pants, his breathing just as labored as yours, though his breezes through his smile as his lips ghost against the shell of your ear.
Your hipbones burn from where he has you bent over the kitchen counter in Silas’ house and you know they’ll bruise from his rough pounding. Every time he bottoms out, shoving you higher up the counter, you yelp behind his hand. He’s impossibly deep and you feel like if he goes any further, he’ll split you right in two.
“So glad they partnered us for this case, baby. Couldn’t wait for an opportunity to get inside this pretty cunt.” He uses his hand over your mouth as an anchor, pulling you back into his thrusts as he speeds up and there’s a cool whisper of air from the movement of his body that reminds you that your slick is slipping down your legs.
The friction of him thrusting into you sparks flames at the base of your spine, your thighs quaking with the impending climax he will inevitably force from you. “I can feel you clampin’ down, sunshine. Why don’tcha just let go for me? Let go for Daddy.”
Your eyes roll back, your breath catching as your whole body tenses- your orgasm taking you over and lighting all of your nerve endings on fire. “That’s it, baby, that’s it- give it to me,” he praises, through gritted teeth, fighting the pulsing resistance your pussy gives him. His rhythm get sloppy, his hips clapping against your ass harder until he stills, a warmth blooming from your middle as he spills into the vice tight grip of your cunt.
Finally, he uncovers your mouth, and a cry slips out just as he does, your body sore and overworked. You stay still as he pulls up his pants, straightening his denim vest before he leans down and places a kiss on your cheek. “Thanks sunshine, I needed that.”
He walks away, back to the party in the back room where Silas and Petra are drinking heavily, and as you right yourself you feel what he did to you slip down your leg and cool on your skin.
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Really High Thots
Destroyer!Chris x Reader; marijuana use, daddy kink, degradation, slight dumbification, cock warming
ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+
You were sitting across from Chris, who was smoking a joint. He silently asked if you wanted it, and you nodded, standing up and crossing over to him, straddling him and sitting on his lap.
"Let's get you flying high pretty girl," Chris said, handing you the joint and watching as you took a long drag, holding it for several beats before blowing it out steadily. "Tha's my girl, knows how to smoke 'em, knows how to fold 'em," he grinned, watching as a lazy smile took over your face, eyes going hazy as you started rutting your hips into his.
"Such a fucking lightweight though, one hit and you're a gigglin' little girl, just a dumb little baby desperate for cock aren't you?" Chris asked, joint stubbed out on the table, his hands running through your hair and grabbing it harshly, making you feel like you were jolting in slow motion.
You blinked your eyes open, not realizing they had shut, to see Chris smirking at you, one hand in your hair, the other under your oversized shirt, cupping your damp panties.
You felt like you slammed back into your body at his touch, shuddering as you came, just from him touching your mound through your panties. "Jesus Christ, you're so fuckin' soaked, haven't even touched you right and you're coming on me, fucking dumb little girl, so pathetic you can't handle your weed," Chris muttered, hands pulling your panties down past your thighs, pulling them off your legs one at a time with almost no help from you.
When he had tucked the panties in his pocket, he pulled his dick out of pants, lifting you up and setting you down on his dick, watching as you slowly registered being filled. You began moving slowly, unaware of how sensual you looked, just caring that you were being filled and it felt like brand new.
"Daddy," you gasped, your head falling forwards against the back of the chair, your chest pressed to his, your hips flush with his. Chris gripped your hips tightly, rings pressing into your skin through your thin shirt.
"Yeah tha's right baby, Daddy's here, got his dumb little girl all stuffed up, that's what you needed isn't it?" Chris asked, rolling his hips and encouraging you to start moving yours.
You did, rocking your hips back and forth, swiveling some patterns that had you gasping as your clit brushed his pelvis. Chris was thrusting lightly into you, keeping the pace slow for you.
You pushed yourself up languidly, grinning down at Chris and giggling, turning into a moan as you lifted yourself up nearly off his dick, and slid back down. You repeated the motion until your eyes were rolling and your toes were curling as you came, squirting around Chris's dick. You clenched hard as you slammed yourself back down on his dick, falling against his chest as you gasped, whole body relaxing as you came down.
Chris groaned as your weight fell on him, pushing him into the chair, making him come deep inside you. You couldn't move, you were like a puppet with its strings cut. "Tha's my fucking girl, finally, need to get you on my face when you're high, that'll get you to fuckin' sit on me," Chris muttered, making you giggle slightly hysterically as you came back to your body, still high on the weed.
"I'm always up for round two Daddy," you grinned, squeezing around his mostly soft cock, still inside you. He groaned, hands tightening on your hips, his dick still sensitive.
"Give Daddy a few minutes, just sit there and warm Daddy's cock why don't ya."
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Chris Evans
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not all who wander are lost.
summary. | He’s got your name on his tattoo, wearing the same damn clothes since three days ago. A bottle of gin in his hand, and you’d say he’s just wandering.
warnings. | Strangers to lovers, smut, naive reader, mentions of trauma, angst, fluff, slight violence, slight dub/con, slight blasphemy, drinking, DD/LG, daddy kink, corruption kink, ring/hand kink, size kink, creampie kink, teasing, spanking, choking, spitting, manhandling, praise, male masturbation, handjob, degradation, a bit of humiliation, oral sex, virginity loss, marking, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI.
word count. | 11k
pairings. | Daddy!Destroyer!Chris x Little!Reader.
a/n. | one of the few fics inspired/based off of chemtrails over the country club. please heed the warnings and don’t forget to reblog. ily! thank you so much to @dragon-of-dreams @mypoisonedvine @tenuntilfightcall and everyone else for helping me out with some information! and thank you to my bb sara @asadmarveltrashbag for beta-ing and being there for me during this insane month, ilysm!!
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The first time he laid eyes on you, was six months ago.
Meadows like the ones that surround him only exist in movies and Instagram posts. But even those need editing for perfection. Yet, the ones around him made him feel as though he has camera lenses for his eyes. Each piece of grass is a beautiful green, and some had flowers between them. His thighs may hurt but the view is a reward for all the trouble he just went through. A cute cottage lies on the hill he stands on. It resembles one from a Pinterest board but he doesn’t mind.
Birds chirp, sheep bleat, cows low and chickens cluck amongst Ella Fitzgerald's rendition of Summertime. Chris walks a few more steps and onto the porch he goes. This isn’t his destination. Well, technically, it is. But he isn’t supposed to be knocking on your door like he is now, and his heart shouldn’t be beating out of his chest. To the right of this cottage — Chris’s right — is another cottage.
It’s more modern than he’d prefer it to be. It only looks so because inside lives a drug lord who is on the run. It’s truly unfortunate his girlfriend sold him out for immunity. He knocks on the wooden door and takes a step back. Who knows what kind of person is behind it. “Coming!” your sweet voice calls. Chris doesn’t let go of his grip on his gun that’s down the waist of his pants.
Even the sweetest seeming things can always end up being sour.
You struggle not to trip over your own dress. The tail of it drags behind you and sweeps the floor, too. But it makes you feel just like a princess, so you don’t care. On your hip is a basket, and inside is Cotton. Your bunny. She’s been your company for years, and you don’t know what you’d do without her. Barely anyone visits anymore, only because cars can’t handle the long drive up and many people hate nature. But when the occasional knock on your door echoes throughout the house, you can barely keep your excitement inside.
You open the door and gasp. The man… is brooding. And he’s not the type of broody that would grumble insults under his breath or the type that would stalk people, either. He’s the dreamy type, the man your parents say is bad news when really he just needs love. You take in his form. You can tell he’s slightly tired and you just have to give him credit for walking up to your home. He has no flaws, except for the dirt that stains his clothing.
“Hi, do you live here?” the strange man asks, looking around the inside of your home. You jump and you’re not sure why but your skin raises with goosebumps. His voice is deep yet so soft-spoken. For some odd reason, his hand is reaching backwards and you assume that it’s because he has some sort of ache from the walk. You finally register his words and look up at him.
“Y- yes, do you live here?” you stupidly ask. You don’t even realize what you just said until you noticed his puzzled look. “Oh, sorry,” you look down and notice that his black boots are covered in pollen, something that can be oh so bothersome. “‘S’alright, I was hiking a- and I don’t have anywhere to go… Do you think you could let me stay here?” he asks, letting go of the gun. “Uhm, s- sure, what’s your name?” you ask him, moving out of the way.
Naive, so fucking naive.
“Chris, what’s yours?” he asks, stepping inside. You give him your name and he nods. He goes to wipe his shoes on the rug in front of the door but there is no rug. You hand him a rag and he gratefully takes him, mumbling a small ‘thank you.’ “Are you a tourist?” you ask him, setting your basket down onto the floor. Cotton hops out of it and runs off to the kitchen, probably to chew on your apron. “No…” he solemnly answers. He hands you the rag back and you shyly take it.
“O- okay… Are you a photographer? I’ll tell you God’s truth, the most beautiful photos are taken when the sun rises, when it sets and when it’s raining,” you pointedly inform him. You drop the rag into your basket and turn back around, your dress spinning in a slight swirl. His eyes rake your body up and down, taking in every inch of your body. Red cloth with white polka dots covers your body and your mushroom earrings bring the entire outfit together.  Chris has to assume that the heavens above or whatever the fuck else is there have handcrafted you to absolute perfection.
He’s never read any stories about Greek gods, but he knows that Zeus would be absolutely infatuated with you. He takes note of how your body tenses up when he makes eye contact with you, and he gives you a small smile.
“I’m not a photographer,” he clarifies, looking around. He can’t believe you let him in just like that, but the more he found, the more he understood why. A lonely, innocent little girl like you doesn’t have anyone to tell you right from wrong. “Then what are you, sir? Are you lost? I can call the Consulate if you’d like,” you offer, walking towards him. “I’m not lost… I’m a wanderer,” he whispers almost hesitatingly.
“But you only ever wander when you’re lost, no?” you confusingly ask him. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head, before peering out of the window. Luckily, he has a direct view of the other cottage. He really did hit the jackpot. “Not all who wander are lost, little girl. Now tell me, why would you let a stranger inside your home?” he asks you.
Cotton hops from the kitchen to your bedroom, and you stand in place. “I… Well, I’m not sure. You didn’t give me any reason to not let you in or to make me believe you’re dangerous, sorry…” you shyly tell him. “Don’t apologize, just know that not everyone in this world is good. There’s always going to be someone with a little more darkness than the rest of us…”
Chris unzips his duffle bag, and you let out a giggle. “Quite ominous of you, but then again, it suits your whole aesthetic. The cool, bearded man, with his cool words,” you smile at him, but it carries a bit of sadness. “Treat this place as your own, make yourself at home. And if you need anything, I’m always here.”
Chris stays at the window for most of his days. Always with a pair of binoculars and a pack of saltine crackers. Sometimes, he pulls a juice bottle out of his duffle bag, You’ve countlessly offered him something that’s actually filling, such as angel cake and sandwiches. He rejects them all, and you wonder if he’s some sort of super-human. But technology hasn’t invented wireless technology yet, so it’s impossible.
“Uhm, Mr. Chris-Sir? I don’t think those crackers are good for you, they’re all you eat…” you sheepishly admit, carrying a cup of water to him. The mug has a little frog painted on it, but the green paint has chipped away over seven years. You set it down gently, onto the table next to him and Chris just stares out at the cottage. “Bird-watching is so cool, isn’t it? If you see a robin, let me know, they’re so beautiful,” you tell him, before walking off.
At first, he doesn’t take in your words. But once they’ve settled deep in his mind and sunk in, he realizes that you assume he’s bird-watching. He’d honestly take any other assumption, but at least you don’t know he’s spying on the criminal next door. He looks down at the table with a sigh and then notices what you’ve done. Not only did you set a cup of water down, but you also gave him two slices of toast. One has strawberry jam on it, and the other has melted butter.
His mouth surprisingly salivates, but it also doesn’t shock him. Every day he sits there, basking in the beautiful smell of your food and humming. His personal favourite is the smell of focaccia bread being baked. He watches and waits until you leave the room to go tend to the chickens. Apparently, one of them laid a few eggs. He quickly shovels the two slices of toast into his mouth and downs the glass of water like a starved man. Because he is one.
Cotton hopes around once again but all Chris sees is a fluffy white blur. He recalls his memories from when he was younger. Younger him always wanted a pet. Even a fish that would die in the span of two weeks would suffice. But his mom couldn’t afford it, so he dropped the idea. Sometimes, he wishes he had dropped other ideas, as well. Like the idea that he’d enjoy life as an undercover agent, or the idea of sacrificing himself for Erin.
His fingers are sticky with jam. He hates the feeling. He spreads his fingers out and goes to get up from his seat. “Shit,” he curses, realizing that something may happen while he’s away from the window. He stands there, contemplating whether or not he should risk his mission just to wash the fucking jam off of his stupid fucking hands. He calls your name, loudly, hoping you’ll hear him all the way outside the cottage.
“Is everything alright?” you shout, running inside the house. He didn’t expect that reaction, but he’ll take it. You’re holding onto the corner of two walls, slightly bent over. Your chest, your beautiful chest, is the first thing Chris lays his eyes on. He nearly chokes on his saliva, and he just can’t seem to take his eyes off of you. “Uh, hi, I need help,” he gruffly says, his voice a bit deeper than usual. He clears his throat with a loud ‘ahem’ and you begin to stand up straight, much to his dismay.
But he doesn’t think the image of your tits nearly falling out of your dress will leave his mind any time soon.
“Of course… Did you enjoy the toast? I can make you some more if you’d like,” you shyly offer him. “It was good, but I’m fine, thanks though. Can you stay here, right at the window, while I go wash my hands? If anything happens, you have to tell me.” Chris doesn’t leave any room for argument, but your curiosity and naivety get the best of you as always.
“What happens if I don’t tell you?” you ask him, walking towards the window. He blocks your path and suddenly personal space is no longer a thing you need. “You don’t want to know what I’m gonna do if you don’t, little girl,” he warns with a hint of lust in his tone. You nod your head and feel tingles bloom just above your core. You’re not sure whether they’re butterflies or those tingles.
Chris walks past you and you quickly rush to the window. You never realized how beautiful this view is until now. The sun is bright, angled in the most perfect manner so that it doesn’t shine directly in your eyes. The sky is so clear, even with the occasional fluffy cloud that always manages to look like some animal. The window blows gently, shaking the sheer curtains that frame you. You sigh and fold your arms, resting them on the windowsill.
You lay your head on your arms and stare out the window with joy filling your heart.
Chris watches you as you look out the window. You’re slightly bent over, once again. Your ass sticks out, and you subconsciously sway your hips side to side, almost purposefully teasing him. Your white dress has a few strings hanging from the hem, but it doesn’t make you look any less gorgeous. He feels like he’s in a dream.
Not only because of the beautiful scenery, and the beautiful woman in front of him but also because he’s trying his hardest to wash his hands quickly, but his movements are so slow. He looks down and rubs his hands together at a furious pace. Chris hears you gasp and he looks up. “Did you see something?” he asks you, turning off the sink.
“Yeah, my neighbour! I haven’t seen him in months, I need to go say hi,” you tell Chris, before rushing out the door. He only then registers your words once you’ve run out of the house and into the unknown. “Fuck- Wait!” he yells after you. He runs behind you and is so grateful when he notices you haven’t gone too far. But you’re still running and Chris’s target is about ten meters away, so he decides to do what he does best.
He decides to save you.
Chris’s feet hit the ground harshly, crushing the flowers beneath him. Running in socks isn’t fun, but at least he has something to protect him. He calls your name and crashes into you with all the force in his body. You both go down and hit the ground from his fierce tackling technique. You go to cry out in pain and lose your mind, but Chris clams his hand over your mouth. “Shh, be quiet. You’re not hurt, okay? I’m sorry I had to do that, but you can’t go running off like that,” he lectures, throwing his right leg over your body. He frames you down, and you don’t have much room to move. You’re frozen in place, chest heaving, and you furrow your eyebrows at his words.
“Listen, I need you to listen. You may not know me and I may not know you, but when I tell you to do something, you’re going to listen. Understood?” he chastised with a harsh tone. You nod meekly, like a little kid who just got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. “And just so you know, that sweet neighbour of yours over there is wanted by the Feds.” Chris looks over his shoulder and doesn’t see the man there anymore, so he begrudgingly climbs off of your body.
You gulp thickly, out of fear and nervousness. Chris doesn’t seem to want to add on to this newfound information, so your anxiety makes work of it. For all you know, your neighbour could be a murderer. Chris senses your nervousness and gives you a pat on the head, almost as if you’re his pet.
Unbeknownst to you, the sight of you under him, helpless and with his hand clamped over your mouth is something that gets his blood (and hand) pumping. He helps you up, and you don’t even realize it until he brushes some dandelion seeds out of your hair. “Thank you… and thank you for saving me, I’m sorry I didn’t listen,” you shyly speak to him. He nods and shoves his hands into his pockets, finding an old cigarette from before he quit.
“‘S’alright, I just need a few things from you,” he gruffly reassured. “O- Of course, anything for my guest and for the man who saved my life,” you beam with a small giggle punctuating your words. He basks in it, almost as though it’s sunlight over a beach. “Ah, you flatter me. Just tell me about yourself, I’m going to be staying for a while,” he says as he turns around to walk back inside.
A bottle of gin is in Chris’s hands. The colourless yet pale yellow liquid swishes inside its rightful bottle. It’s half full, only because last night, he downed the rest. He hasn’t drunk in a while. Since he got over being left for dead. And that’s only six months ago.
He’s shirtless. Only left in his grey jeans and jewelry. His rings clink against the glass bottle and his bracelets hang a little past his wrist. The gunshot wound on his left side had a faint scar on it. He hates it. Every single time he stares in the mirror, that fucking scar just stares back at him.
His father told him it makes him seem more ‘manly’, but it just feels like a point of weakness. Maybe if he was a little quicker, he would’ve saved that bank teller. He would’ve gotten Silas behind bars. He would’ve been able to be proud of himself.
Chris groans at the memories and spins the cap off of the bottle. It flies somewhere across the room, probably hitting one of the wood walls. He mumbles a ‘fucking hell’ and brings the bottle to his lips. The last time he drank like this was three months ago, and he ended up fucking the bartender.
She was bent over the counter, her tits spilled out of her bra and his cock pummeled into her sloppily.
She ended up kicking him out after they were done.
Chris groans again and sits down on the bed, kicking his legs up. His pants are stained with the pigment of dandelions and grass. The splotchy stains are juxtaposed to the grey of his old jeans. They have wear and tear all over them, but he doesn’t care.
Every now and then, he sighs — he sighs quite deeply. The puffs of air come from deep inside his chest. He tilts his head back and stares up at the ceiling, thinking back to earlier today. He smiles to himself, recalling the way you looked so innocent beneath him.
He’s only known you for a few days, and he already has lewd thoughts for you. Fuck. He just can’t help himself, though. Especially with your innocent doe eyes and pretty little dresses. He closes his eyes slowly, using that memory to fuel his much-needed mental images.
You’re beneath him once again, but you’re naked. His hand is wrapped around your throat, and he’s naked too. His cock is slowly driving in and out of you. He’s teasing you. Your pulsating, wet walls hug his fat cock, and you’re both moaning softly.
“Daddy…” you whisper to him, clenching around his cock. “What’s wrong, baby?” he softly asks you. “Please fuck me harder, please, Daddy,” you beg to him, before biting down onto your bottom lip. “I don’t think you’ll be able to take my cock like that, baby,” he shakes his head.
“I can take it, Daddy, I’m your good girl.”
Chris opens his eyes and his right hand has found its way down his boxers. His cock is all swollen and hard, hard as a rock. He places the bottle of gin down on the bedside table and gets himself all comfortable. Chris slowly begins to stroke himself gently. He goes from the base all the way to the top, and then back down. His thumb occasionally swipes against his leaking tip and all he can think of is teaching you how to make him — your Daddy — feel good.
“Fuck, baby,” he moans, feeling a vein throat against his hand. He moans your name and speeds up his movements. His fingers are slightly sticky, but it’s the type of sticky he doesn’t mind. He begins to slow his hand down, and he sighs, not wanting to come just yet. He hasn’t been this hard in ages, and touching himself feels so fucking good.
“Did you say my name? Is everything alright?” you ask, barging into his room. He jumps and his hand flies out of his pants. You both stare at each other, not even daring to blink. You eventually break eye contact and notice the bottle of gin sitting on the bedside table. There’s only a sixth of it left, and you frown. You don’t like it when people you care about drink. “Uhm…” he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck and then takes in your form.
You’re in a nightgown, and it’s sheer as fuck. The gin gets to him and his mind has a slight buzz to it. His heart beats rapidly and his cock throbs with want and need. Chris’s eyes rake up and down your body like how they usually do whenever you’re in front of him. His mother would scold him for ogling at you, but he just doesn’t care anymore.
“I- I am so so so sorry, I should’ve knocked. I just thought you needed help with something because I heard you say my name, but sometimes I just tend to hear random things, so sorry,” you apologize in a panicking manner. You slowly walk back to the door, but you don’t turn around. Your bare feet leave a faint imprint on the floor from the cold sweats that have taken over your body.
“Come back here,” he orders, sitting up on the bed. Chris’s unbuckled belt clanks quietly, and he begins to remove it in one quick motion. You gulp thickly and exhale shakily. You slowly walk to where Chris is sitting, and he pats the spot next to him. You’ve never had such an interaction with anyone, ever. You sit down next to him, but you keep your distance.
Alcohol should not be called alcohol in Chris’s utmost humble opinion. No, it should just stick to its nickname ‘liquid courage’ because it’s more accurate than anything else. He may not seem like it, but he’s just a man who doesn’t have the heart to do much. Adrenaline doesn’t exist for him anymore, not since the incident.
Chris turns his head and stares at your pretty face. You look down, unable to make eye contact with such a God-like man. You have to assume that even Apollo is envious of Chris’s beauty. “How’d you hear me? Because I know these walls aren’t thin enough, and I know I wasn’t being loud, so tell me; How’d you hear me?” he interrogates you like one of Silas’s companions, but this time is slightly different.
Lust is what’s pumping through his veins, not rage.
“Uhm, well… My room was right there, and I wasn’t doing anything but thinking, and since your bed is against the wall, I- I heard you say my name,” you explain shyly. He hums, and you’re not sure whether it’s a hum of delight or disbelief. “Thinking of what?” he presses, inching his body closer to yours.
You continue to stare at his hand, even though you can feel his heavy breathing against your face. “I… Well- I was uh,” you stutter embarrassingly, and it makes you burn up with shame. “Spit it out, little girl, and don’t think of lying to me,” he growls, placing his hand on your thigh. Your gaze follows his movements, and you take in the set of rings that adorn his fingers.
They’re all black and of similar styles. One has a skull, one is completely plain, one has a cross on it and the last one has the word ‘Daddy’ engraved on it. His veins are so prominent. They bulge out with intensity, and you’d just love to trail your fingers along each of them. “Am I going to have to force an answer out of you?” he roughly asks. His other hand goes to the back of your head and he brings your gaze to his face.  
You quickly shake your head in objection, and he raises his eyebrows for you to spit your answer out. “I was thinking about you, and the way you tackled me…” you admit to him in a low and soft voice. “You liked the way I was on you, little girl?” he asks, moving his hand to the back of your neck. “Y- Yeah, made me feel all… Tingly…” you whisper to him.
“I want to hear you say it, little girl,” Chris ushers, squeezing the back of your neck slightly. “I liked the way you were on top of me…” you tell him breathlessly. “Good girl,” he praises in a slightly deep voice. He pulls you onto his lap and you gasp. His hard, wanting cock is right under your thighs, and you exhale nervously.
“You feel that, little girl? That’s all because of you, you did this to me. And you’re proud of it, aren’t you? Got me so fucking hard just because of you.” Chris squeezes your waist, and you really can feel it all. He’s not wrong, either. You’re so proud that you’ve made a man like him so desperate for you. “Do you know what I was doing, little girl? I was jerking off to the thought of fucking that cunny of yours until you’re begging me to stop,” he growls in your ear.
You moan softly, and the picture comes to mind, making your pussy gush with want. “Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he asks, placing his hand on your inner thigh. You nod, and he raises his eyebrows in warning again. “Yeah, I want that so bad,” you murmur to him. You and your pussy want him so bad. Chris’s hand inches further up your thighs until he’s just an inch away from your bare pussy.
Your thighs are already slightly sticky from your arousal. “Do you know what jerking off is, little girl?” he asks, pulling his hand away from your pussy. You hold back a pathetic, child-like whine, and he begins to lift up your nightgown until he sees your naked body. “Kind of… Isn’t that when a man touches himself? Like how women touch their… down there?” you innocently ask him.
Chris chuckles at how cute you are. So innocent yet oh so slutty. “Have you ever touched yourself, little girl?” he asks, lifting the nightgown over your head. It’s strewn across the floor behind you, and neither of you cares. But you quickly use your hands to cover your most precious, most private parts. “No, no, I don’t want to see any of that. You’re so beautiful, baby, you’re built like an absolute angel,” he husks, and you feel so flustered that you can’t help but giggle.
“T- Thank you… And I’ve done it a few times,” you inform him. Chris nods and smirks, catching the way your nipples have pebbled up. “Have you ever made someone feel good before?” he questions, trailing his broad hands up and down your body. “N- No, it’s pretty lonely up here…” you almost-ashamedly admit. He coos at you. “Do you want me to teach you how to make me feel good, little girl?” he questions, palming your tits.
You moan softly and rub your thighs together as he pinches and pulls at your hard nipples. You’re so small in his large hands, it makes him even harder. You nod your head fervently, wanting to make Chris feel so fucking good. Chris takes his hands away from your body and shifts you in his lap. He reaches down his pants and pulls his cock out of his boxers.
You gasp, having never seen something as big as that. He smirks and uses his right hand to grasp the base of his thick cock. Chris brings your dominant hand down to where his cock is and guides you to wrap your fingers around him. Chris shudders at your soft touch, and he moans softly. “Good girl, yeah,” he praises. “Wrap your hand around me a bit tighter, baby,” he urges, and you do exactly that.
He groans loudly and a small smile stretches across your lips. “N- Now, you’ve got to move your hand up and down. Start off slowly, go all the way to the tip, and then back down,” he instructs, even though he’s helping you out. His hand brings yours all the way to the tip, and then back down; just like he said. His hand leaves yours and goes back to feeling up your pretty body.
“Now do it by yourself, but in a twisting motion, little girl.”
You listen to his words and jerk him off, feeling yourself get wet as his cock twitches in your hand. Your clit throbs and so do the veins on the side of his shaft. Chris curses, and you bite down on your bottom lip. “Good girl, just like that. Fuck, your hand feels so good around me,” he moans, squeezing your waist. You focus on his cock, watching as pre-cum leaks from the tip and down the side of his dick.
It drips onto your slow-moving hand, and you exhale as your movements grow a bit faster. You look at him, watching as his pupils darken with lust. You can tell — it’s written on his face — he wants you to go faster. Your hand speeds up around his cock, making him a moaning mess. “Fuck, you’re such a good fucking girl. You like making me feel good, don’t you? So eager to please like the good little girl you are,” Chris husks.
His praise goes straight to your needy cunt and he knows this because he can just tell. Your thighs rub together, your breath hitches, you let out a giggle and squeeze a little tighter around his cock. Chris’s hand goes up to your head and smashes your lips against his. You both moan into the kiss, and you straddle both his thighs to get more comfortable.
You place your other hand on his cock and mimic your dominant hand’s movements. You try to keep up with the kiss, but you just can’t. Teeth clash and so do tongues as Chris moves his mouth against yours. He pants and his chest heaves as you continue to stroke him. “Go faster, baby,” he urges, and he pulls his mouth away from yours. He can feel you soaking his jeans, your wetness joining the abundant amount of rips and tears in the material.
Your hand moves faster, twisting perfectly and occasionally squeezing his most sensitive spots as well. Chris pushes your hands away abruptly, and you’re confused. Did you do something wrong? Does he not like you anymore? What happened? “Shit, wrap your mouth around the tip, little girl. Trust me, you’re gonna fucking love it,” he says, and you quickly do so.
You’ll do anything to please him. His mushroom tip is leaking and a raging red. It’s the same red as the rest of his cock, and you could swear it’s almost purplish. You can tell he’s aching because you’ve been through a similar thing. You drop down to the floor and kneel in front of Chris. Your lips smooth around the tip of his hard cock, and you can taste him as soon as he hits your tongue.
He tastes of musk and manliness, along with a hint of saltiness, and it’s oh so addicting. You keep the tip of his cock in your mouth like it’s one of your favourite lollipops and smile around him. Chris smiles and wraps his hand around himself. He jerks himself off quickly, desperate to come in your mouth. “Fucking shit– god, you’re such a good fucking girl,” Chris rasps as he reaches his climax.,
His balls tighten up and his blue eyes roll back into his skull. White, hot, thick ropes of cum shoot out of his tip and fill your mouth. You’re not sure why, but a moan escapes past your throat, and it only makes Chris’s high much better. Chris places both hands on the sides of your head and holds you there, gently. You swallow all his cum as it fills your mouth and leaks from the corners of your lips.
Chris so desperately wants to push your head farther down his cock, but he knows he shouldn’t. Plus, there’s always going to be more time for things like that. He pulls your head away from his cock and watches as a string of saliva tries to keep the two of you connected. You gently lick your lips, still savouring his taste and he smiles down at you. You can’t lie — you feel giddy. Giddy in a way in which you crave his praise and approval like no other.
“You’re such a good girl, you know that? Thank you for helping me out… I do suppose I should return the favour, right?” he teasingly says, lifting you up into his lap. You shake your head out of nervousness. “No? … Why not, baby?” Chris asks, and you gulp thickly. “Don’t wanna rush it… I- never mind, you wouldn’t understand,” you look down and fiddle with your fingers.
The grooves of your nails are smoothed over by your pointer finger. Some dips and rises make you cringe, and others satisfy you. He looks down at your hands and notices the skin picked on the sides. He knows how painful those can be, and he doesn’t want you to feel any pain at all. “I’ll try to understand, darling, but if you don’t tell me, then I’ll be completely clueless,” he speaks to you lowly. “I like the way your words make me feel…” you shyly admit to him.
“Aw, how do they make you feel, baby?” Chris presses, grasping your two hands together. “All warm and small… makes me feel like I have it all. Hey, that rhymes!” you exclaim, bubbling in the utmost adorable giggles ever. “You’re a natural poet, darling. But tell me more…” he urges, rubbing his coarse thumbs against your soft skin. “I get butterflies, and I feel all shy and safe. Your words make me so comfortable yet so vulnerable…” you describe to him even though words can’t describe what you feel.
“Is that right, baby? You’re so cute… Do you- Do you get all tingly and babyish when I use my words?” Chris hesitatingly asks. His voice is so gentle and soft, a low whisper that is so soothing to your ears and rough edges. You nod meekly and smile to yourself. Your cheeks may hurt from all the laughter he caused earlier today but that doesn’t refrain you from hiding your smile.
Now, Chris is no doctor. He’s no professional, he’s no master. He’s just a broken man, but he knows exactly what you’re talking about. But he won’t explain what it is, because he needs you to learn on your own. Maybe with some guidance from him, but he won’t trick you into thinking something completely off base.
“Let’s get cleaned up, okay? Then we’ll sleep, you need the rest. We both do.”
He’s got your name on his tattoo, wearing the same damn clothes since three days ago. A bottle of gin in his hand, and you’d say he’s just wandering. But he isn’t. He was never. The stick-and-poke tattoo may seem a bit much, but he doesn’t regret it one bit. Your name is written in your pretty handwriting. The ink is in his skin, and he’s practically marked as yours, now.
The days go by slower, much slower than he’d like them to. But it doesn’t matter now, because his mission is over, and he’ll be leaving soon. But Chris doesn’t want to leave. His wanderlust has found an end as he finally has a place where he’s meant to be. He’s found heaven in the hills, and between your legs.
“D- Daddy…” you whisper under your breath, loud enough for him to hear. Your hands are locked with his, and they rest at your sides. You’re just in a small bralette, and your hard nipples poke through the fabric. Your legs are thrown over his shoulders and your ankles lace together behind his head. Your neck aches from the angle your body is in, but the pleasure blooming from your core is much more powerful.
Chris is between your legs, and he hums against your wet, throbbing pussy. You moan loudly and squeeze your eyes shut from the feeling. He sucks on your clit harshly, and wetness seeps from your hole. “Feels so good… Oh, my…” you pant. Your hips gyrate and you subconsciously grind your wet cunt against Chris’s face. He pulls his face away from your pussy and licks a broad stripe against you.
You moan again and squeeze his hands tighter. His tongue swirls around your swollen and throbbing clit, bringing you closer and closer to your release. Your taste is addictive, and he could stay between your legs for hours on end, if not for eternities. His beautiful, lovely rings dig into the sides of your fingers, but you don’t care. Chris may treat you like a delicate doll, but he should know how much you love it when he’s rough with you.
“I think I’m gonna come, Daddy…” you cry out to him before a strangled moan leaves your mouth. Chris pulls away from your pussy once again, but this time he spits on your lips. His saliva drops down your cunt and mixes with your wetness, and he goes back to devouring you. He eats you out like a starved man, and you’re squealing at the overwhelming pleasure.
If he was on death row, he’d have your sweet pussy as his last meal.
His tongue works over your clit and brings you closer and closer to your release. It’s coming fast. A searing, heated feeling takes over your body and abdomen as your back arches off your couch. Chris is as hard as a rock, staring you directly in the eyes, and he makes you come on his mouth.
“Oh- Daddy!” you cry out loudly, your mouth falling open into a silent, voiceless scream. Your eyes roll back into your skull and in Chris’s past words, you look like a brain-dead slut. Your wetness gushes out of your drooling hole, and he laps it all up with no problem. He drinks up everything you give him, and then some. Your hands are still laced with his and your chest rises and falls at a fast pace.
“Shh… You did amazing, little one. Taste so fucking sweet, just like nectar,” he hums like a hummingbird, before smacking his lips. You slowly come down from your high as he strokes your hands with his thumbs. Your lids are slightly heavy, but you don’t want to get any shut-eye. Time away from Chris is practically a sin in your eyes. “Thank you, Daddy,” you gratefully reply.
“You’re welcome, little one. Got me so hard,” he husks as he moves to get up. He carefully handles your body and pulls out a handkerchief from the pocket of his jeans. They’ve been washed and scrubbed but there are still faint dandelion and pollen stains that he just doesn’t care enough about. Though the adorable face you were making whilst washing them is something that’ll never leave his mind.
Just like the mental image of you coming undone beneath him.
“Can I make you feel good, Daddy? Pretty please?” you ask sweetly and Chris knows he could say yes, but he doesn’t want to. Making you feel good pleases him, but he doesn’t want to sound so poetic so he chuckles. “Soon, little one, I need to clean you up properly,” he tells you and you jut your bottom lip out, pouting. He coos at you and you scrunch your nose up at the attention.
“But I’m all clean, Daddy!” you reason, reaching over to palm his hard cock through his jeans. Chris chokes on his saliva at the feeling of your touch. “In a bit, little one, you need to listen to Daddy. Okay?” he rasps with a warning in his voice. “Okay, Dada…” you trail off with a deep sigh punctuating your sentence. You fiddle with your fingers as Chris carefully cleans up your pussy.
The damp washcloth is gentle against your sensitive skin. Each movement of his is carried by gentleness and love. “I have a question, Daddy,” you hum after a few seconds of silence. “Go ahead, mushy one,” he says with a smile. You giggle at the nickname before calming yourself down. “Were you really wandering?” you bluntly ask him. Chris’s eyes nearly fall out of their sockets, and you gasp.
“What do you mean, little one?” he asks, looking up at you. “Well… You said you were a wanderer! And that’s how you found me! But you don’t seem like a wanderer, you’re too clever to be one,” you explain with a smile on your face. Chris begins to chew on the inside of his cheek, and the skin has already been filled with bite marks and scars. At this point, he should tell you, right? You already know the deepest, most darkest pieces and part of him.
You’ll love him no matter what.
“Well, I wasn’t wandering. You’re so smart, little one. The smartest baby in the world!” he cheers and moves to get up. He sits in the empty spot next to you and lifts you into his lap. You’re still naked and Chris has his shirt off (as usual), so the skin-on-skin contact has you feeling even sleepier. “Sometimes, we lie to protect people. I lied, to protect you, along with many other people. Myself included, of course,” he starts.
“I was sent here with the sole purpose of bringing in your criminal neighbour,” he pauses “and I did.” You nod along with his words, your mind only allowing the most important phrases to sink in. “I arrested him around a month ago, and I was supposed to leave three weeks ago,” he sadly sighs. You look up in a panic, and you’re in shock. “Two weeks ago, I turned in my resignation. I’m not going anywhere,” he quickly adds and your face lights up.
“I’m staying with my best girl, okay?” Chris smiles and leans in to kiss you. You let him do so because God-damn, you’d let him do anything he wants to you. “T- Thank you so much, Daddy!” you squeal and hug him tightly. He laughs in a beautiful cacophony of sounds, and it’s right in your ear.
Chris feels a weight being lifted off his shoulders as you writhe around in his arms. You wiggle around on his hard cock and Chris suppresses a groan. His hands trail from your shoulders to your waist, down to your hips. Goosebumps erupt on your skin and excitement runs in your veins at his touch. Your head rolls back and you exhale shakily. He grips your hips tightly, and you involuntarily buck your hips against his crotch.
Both you and Chris moan before he moves both his hands to your ass. He gropes you roughly, feeling a bit of your wetness on his fingers. “Oh, baby… What’s all that for? Hm? Didn’t Daddy just eat your sweet little pussy out?” he asks in a slightly worried tone. “Y- Yeah… But I can’t help it, Daddy, you always make me so tingly…” you admit to him, shyly.
“Mmm, I like knowing I do this to you. Gets me so fucking hard,” he groans, slapping your ass. You yelp in surprise, but it gets cut off by a whimper. Chris caresses the hit skin and soothes you down from the shock. He smiles at you and then lands another hit. Then another, and then another.
The sting is addictive, just like he is. It leaves you writhing in both pain and pleasure and yet you still want more. “M- more, please,” you quietly beg and Chris coos at you as if you're a pet. And the truth isn’t far off. The coolness of his rings is both brutal and comforting. It soothes you yet acts as if they didn’t just hurt you. “You want more, baby?” he asks in that sweet yet sultry condescending tone of his.
You nod your head and chew on your bottom lip. “‘S too bad you’re gonna have to take what I give you and keep quiet, baby,” he husks, and you whine loudly. Chris flips your bodies around and suddenly you’re on your back, and he’s leaning over you. He locks lips with you and you try your hardest to keep up with the kiss.
His lips move sloppily against yours, but you don’t mind because you’ll take anything he gives you. You moan into true kiss and Chris wedges his knee between your legs. You’d hump him like a bunny because that’s what the demon on your shoulder is telling you to do. But the last time you did something without his permission, you weren’t allowed to make him come for a week.
You just know you’re soaking his jeans but neither of you cares. Chris kisses the corner of your mouth and trails down to your neck, peppering kisses behind as if he’s leaving a trail on your body for when he’s going to explore you later. The stubble on his cheeks and jaw tickles you and Chris falls even more in love with you as your laughter fills the air.
“D- Dada…” you whisper to him as you tilt your head back. His lips land on that sweet spot of yours and your back arches off the couch. Chris smiles against your skin and begins to suck on that sweet spot. Your breath hitches as he bites, licks and sucks on your skin. He marks you up like no other, and you know how much he loves to know that you’re all his.
“Dada… No teasing, please,” you sweetly ask in your soft tone. And how can he turn you down? “In a bit, little girl, be patient for Daddy.” Chris continues to mark you up until he’s satisfied. The feeling of his teeth against your neck and collar bones makes you even wetter than you already are. Possessiveness is carried in his movements, and it only drives you to be needier.
Chris moves further down from your collar bones to the valley of your breasts. Each curve of yours makes him want to sin without any repentance afterwards. He places a kiss there and then looks up at you. “Please, Daddy,” you whisper so quietly it takes him a few seconds to realize what you’ve said. Chris’s hand wraps around your body to your back.
He slowly unclasps your bralette and drags it away from your body at the same pace. You both maintain eye contact all whilst he undresses you to your vulnerability. Chris throws your bra somewhere behind him and places his hands on your body. “Aw, baby… You’re so cute and small,” he sweetly says in an almost shocking manner. Almost as if he doesn't use the size difference as a weapon to make you all soft and mushy.
“Hm, thank you, Daddy,” you tell him because good girls always have manners. “So good, using your manners for Daddy,” he praises, and you wonder if he can read your mind. Your Daddy can do anything, so it would be no surprise if he can. Chris sits upon his knees, but he remains in his towering position. Gently, and with care, he spreads your legs open until he’s satisfied.
He watches as you clench your needy pussy. He just knows your clit is throbbing, and you’re tingly because he just has that effect on you. “Poor baby… Is this all for Daddy?” he asks, and you quickly nod. “Say it, tell me it’s all because of me,” he growls placing his hands on your thighs. Chris slowly moves his hands further down your thighs. His touch is gentle, and he can feel the goosebumps on your thighs beginning to raise.
“‘S all yours, daddy. It’s all because of you,” you tell him breathlessly. “And this pussy is all mine, isn’t it, little girl?” he asks, inching closer to your wet pussy. “Mhm, only yours, Daddy!” you happily assure him, and he smirks at you. “That’s right, little girl. And since it’s all mine, doesn’t that mean I can do whatever I want with it?” he questions, and you nod with no hesitance at all.
Chris traces your wet pussy with his ring-donned pointer finger. “Oh my…” you gasp at the feeling. It may not be much, but your sensitive little pussy struggles to handle it. You clench around nothing again, and he watches, before chuckling at you. “Such a pretty pussy you have, baby, I can’t fucking wait to ruin it,” Chris growls, and you whimper. “Gonna fill you up with my cum after I fuck you, little girl,” he promises, and you never wanted to be fucked so badly until now.
He wonders if his cock could even fit inside you. Usually, he’d want to eat you out and finger you to prepare you. But he’s now thinking with what’s between his legs, and not what’s between his ears. He trails that same pointer finger on your pussy, and becomes mesmerized with the sight. Chris watches as your hole drools with want and need, whilst you watch him.
His already dark eyes are blown out with lust, and it only turns you on even more. Chris knows you’re watching him. He’s not one of the best agents in the FBI for no reason. He looks up at you, and you lock eyes with each other. He smirks and pulls his hand away from your pussy. You hold back a whine, but you still pout in disappointment. Chris begins to unbuckle his pants, and you’re filled with eagerness.
You smile widely, and he coos. “Aw, you’re such a desperate little slut, it’s adorable,” he chuckles, and you shy away. He pulls down his jeans along with his boxers slowly. Chris takes off his jeans and boxers completely, and throws them somewhere around the house. You watch as his cock bounces up and leaks with pre-cum. You just know he’s aching because of how red his cock is.
He’s big, and you already know that. But seeing him in all his naked glory is just something else. The simple yet not so simple idea of Chris’s cock being inside of you is electrifying. It’s both terrifying and exciting. He grabs the base of his cock and the prickly hair pokes the soft skin of his hands, but he doesn’t care. His left hand goes back to your pussy, and begins to rub circles on your clit.
“Oh… Daddy,” you moan quietly. The pleasure is almost overwhelming, so you involuntarily try to shut your legs and keep Chris out. Your knees touch for a brief moment, and he’s having none of that. He separates your legs and climbs on top of you, all while staring you directly in the eyes. His cock drags against your inner thigh. “Oh, is it too much for you, little one?” he asks with faux pity in his tone. You nod and clench your fists to control yourself.
“Too fucking bad, you’re gonna take whatever I give you, and you’re not gonna complain. Isn’t that right, little girl?” he sneers, and you gasp. Usually, you can’t handle someone who raises their voice in the slightest. But hearing Chris do it makes the butterflies in your stomach fly. “Yes, Daddy,” you hum delightfully, and he smiles. “Good girl,” he praises. Chris presses harder on your sensitive pearl of nerves and rubs you in faster circles.
“Daddy…” You moan and it goes straight to his cock. He looks up at you and just knows you’re beginning to drive up that cliff. He slows down his ministrations on your nub, and you bite back a loud whine. “You’re so needy, baby… Already so close to coming, it’s kind of pathetic…” he trails off and more wetness leaks out of you. You’re absolutely soaked and are a little bit ashamed of it.
“Please, Daddy! I’m so close, I’ll do anything,” you beg, but he just doesn’t buy it. “You’ll already do anything I tell you, baby, begging is so useless,” Chris chortles. You let out a small huff and move your hips in a circle, grinding against his thumb. In a flash of blurry moments, Chris pulls his hand away from your pussy and wraps around your neck. He squeezes the sides of your throat, and you gasp quite loudly.
He raises his eyebrow in warning, and you nod in understanding. “Good girl, I don’t want to put you over my knee when I’m feeling so gracious,” he assures, and you smile. Chris brings the tip of his cock to your swollen, needy clit and his pre-cum begins to mix with your wetness. You both moan softly as he rubs his tip on your clit. Your bottom lip finds a home between your teeth and Chris’s tongue swipes over his.
The sight and feeling of his cock on your silky pussy make him so weak in the knees. “Fuck, baby, do you like that? You like it when Daddy makes you feel good with his cock?” Chris asks in a deep, gravelly voice. “Yeah, Daddy… love it so much…” you tell him through a mushy haze of pleasure.
“You’re getting all dumb and stupid already? You’re so cute, little one,” he purrs, and you giggle at his words even though there’s nothing funny about them. “Do you want my cock, little baby? Say it, tell Daddy you want his cock,” he urges, and you look down to where you’re both nearly connected.
“I wan’ your cock, Daddy. Want it so bad, I need it, Daddy,” you beg, and Chris hums. “Just a little more, little girl, it’s like music to my ears,” he smirks, and you bite your bottom lip. “Sing for me, hummingbird,” he pushes, and you just go with whatever your neediness tells you to do.
“I wanna feel your cock deep inside me, Daddy. I want your cum to fill me up until I’m leaking and all stupid. Please, Daddy, please fuck me. I really want your cock, I need it,” you beg and blood rushes to his face and cock. “Fuck, yeah, I’ll give you my fucking cock, and you better take it like the good girl you are,” he growls, and you whimper. Chris slowly drags the fat tip of his shaft down to your drooling, slutty hole.
You whimper loudly, and he looks back at you. Fear is written all over that pretty face of yours, and Chris knows the exact reason why. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be gentle, okay? If you want to stop just say so, and I’ll listen. I won’t hurt you, darling. I promise,” he gently reassures you. You sigh with an almost heavy yet full heart.
You then nod and Chris thanks you for allowing him to fully make you his. “Wanna hold your hand, Dada… Please,” you ask pleasantly, and he nods. “In a bit, little girl, I just need to be careful,” he whispers. Chris slowly begins to push into your wet, tight cunt. You swallow him slowly, and the sight is mesmerizing.
The tightness of your cunt squeezes him in a strong hug, and he wishes he could be buried deep inside you for the rest of his life. “Fuck- Baby, you feeling so fucking good,” he moans while trying to compose himself. You’re still whimpering from the pain, and your chest is rising and falling at a fast pace.
“C- Can I push all the way in, little one? It’ll only hurt for a bit,” he asks, and he looks deep into your eyes. “Mhm… Wanna feel your cock deep inside me, Daddy, please,” you beg, and Chris tries his hardest not to come right here, right now. He thrusts his hips forward, and bottoms out inside you completely.
Your mouth falls open, and you’re silently screaming. The pain isn’t too much, but you feel as though the wind is being knocked out of you. Chris shifts a bit, and that’s when you start to feel it more. He’s so deep inside you, and he’s splitting you in two. “Breathe, baby, breathe,” he says.
You realize you’re holding your breath and it’s no wonder why your heart was beating out of your chest. “You’re doing so- so well, darling. Your little cunny looks so nice when it’s stuffed full with my cock,” he groans, and you whimper. “Dada, is hurtin’...” you whisper, and Chris wants to pull out because he can’t stand the thought of his little girl being hurt.
“Do you want me to stop, little one?” he asks, but you quickly shake your head in objection. Even though the pressure in your core is dwindling, and even though you feel a little too full, you don’t want him to stop. “No stopping, Daddy, please,” you whine and flail your arms towards him. He shushes you soothingly, and you calm down as soon as he flashes a stern look.
The pain soon burns away into nothing but dust and ash, and you finally see why he was so desperate to shove his cock inside of your cunt. It turns into pleasure and your pussy leaks around him. You’re soaking Chris’s cock with no shame at all. “Oh, fuck, baby… You feel so fucking good,” he moans, and you follow with a gasp. “I like the way y- you feel inside me, Daddy, makes me all tingly…” you admit shyly, and Chris chuckles.
“Yeah? Bet it makes you want to be fucked stupid, right, baby?” he questions with a playful smirk on his face. “Yes, Daddy,” you moan. You’re never aware of your surroundings because you’re too caught up in the moments. It’s something Chris scolds you for, but you never learn. But in this moment, you can feel everything. The veins on his cock throb against your silky walls, and you can feel his balls against your ass. His hot breath fans over you as Chris struggles to compose himself.
He slowly drags his hips backwards, pulling out of your pussy until his tip is the only thing in your cunt. The sudden almost-emptiness is surprising, but you quickly get used to it. Chris then pushes back into your pussy, and you moan loudly. “Fucking hell, little one,” he curses under his breath as he bottoms out again. He begins to fuck into you slowly and gently, careful to not hurt you. Even if he wants to fuck you until you’re crying.
The sound of skin on skin is quiet and almost unintelligible. The squelching sounds from your wet pussy and moans fill the room. Chris gently grips your hips and watches as your face contorts into a frown of pleasure and not pain. “Daddy…” you pant softly as you look up at Chris. “Yeah, baby? Am I hurting you?” he asks out of worry. “N-No, it feels so good…” you trail off as one particular thrust lands near your g-spot. And he knows that.
“Wan’ you to fuck me hard, wan’ you to destroy me, Daddy. Please fuck me like the slut I am…” you gently beg and Chris halts his thrusts. His cock twitches inside of you because of your words. Only he can corrupt an innocent angel such as yourself. “Shit- Little one, I don’t want to hurt you, that’s why I’m being so gentle,” Chris explains, but you shake your head. “You could never hurt me, Daddy. Please, I need you,” you beg for one last time, unaware of what you’ve done to him.
Chris roughly pushes his cock back into your cunt without warning. “Awe, I see. My little princess wants to be fucked like the whore she is, hm? Well, whatever princess wants, she gets,” he growls because beginning to fuck you roughly. You moan loudly at the feeling as with each thrust, his cock pummels against your sweet spot roughly. His pelvic bone rubs against your swollen clit and his grip on your hips tightens.
“Daddy!” you cry out as Chris pounds into your poor pussy. The room fills with moans, groans, curse words and wet sounds that all come from the art you two are making. “Aw, what’s wrong, little girl? Can’t take daddy’s cock anymore? Hm? Well, I don’t really give a fuck, you’re just gonna lie there, and take what I give you like a good fucking girl,” he sneers, and you push at his chest.
“It’s so sensitive!” you wail like a little bitch in heat. “But I bet you don’t want me to stop, do you?” Chris asks as a moan bleeds past his plump lips. “Uh-uh, please don’t stop, Daddy!” you squeal after a harsh thrust. The stretch of Chris’s cock is amazing, and you never want the feeling to stop. Chris’s hand leaves your hip and crawls all the way up to your neck. He wraps his fingers around your throat, and squeezes the sides, making you clench tightly around his big, thick cock.
He lowers his face to yours and watches as you react to the way he’s being rough with you. “Oh, God!” you cry out as he makes his thrusts more powerful. “Actually, it’s just ‘Daddy’, but I’m fine with that too,” he slyly smirks. You’re too fucked out to even laugh at his joke. Your eyes roll back into your skull and your back begins to arch off of the couch.  “Awe, are you gonna come around my big fat cock already, slut? How cute,” Chris mocks.
You nod your head and begin babbling like a baby. “But remember, little girl, I have to give you permission to come, okay?” he reminds you, and you whine. Chris’s hand around your throat moves up to grab your jaw, and he stops thrusting into you. “None of that is allowed. Don’t forget your place, little girl,” Chris warns with fury seething through his words. You mumble an apology, trying to formulate the proper words to speak.
“Seems like I really did fuck you stupid,” he chuckles, and you moan at his words. You clamp down on his cock, tempting him to do what you want, like a siren using her voice to lure men into the sea. “Open your mouth up first, little girl,” he orders, and you obediently listen. The searing arousal in your core begins to fade away, and you feel a panic beginning to rise inside you.
Chris drags his hand back down to your throat and rests it there. You watch as he puckers his lips up, and suddenly, he spits into your mouth. You open your mouth even wider and stretch your tongue out. His saliva lands directly on your tongue, and you wait for further instructions before you give in to your desires.
“Swallow it, little girl,” he instructs, and you do exactly so. You open your mouth back up just to earn some praise. “Good fucking girl. The best baby ever,” he smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you, Daddy! … Can I have cummies now?” you lovingly ask your Daddy.
“Of course, little one,” he says as he smiles down at you. Chris begins to fuck into you again, deep and hard. With each thrust, he pounds your g-spot and his balls slap against your ass. His remaining hand on your hip moves down to your clit, rubbing your little button with rough circles.
“Daddy… ‘m gonna come!” you moan loudly and Chris fucks you harder. “Come one, baby, come all over my big cock like the good girl you are,” he urges. The building feeling inside you increases, and you feel yourself getting closer to your release. “Fucking come, little girl, wanna hear you sing for me,” he growls. And with one specific thrust, you find yourself coming undone beneath him.
The sight is so fucking beautiful. Watching you as your eyes turn up, your mouth falls open and your cunt hugging his cock just gets him going, and he wishes he could take a picture of you right now. “D- Daddy! Oh, my-” You cut yourself off with a loud moan and Chris keeps on rubbing your clit and fucking you through your orgasm.
You soak his cock until it’s dripping and even then you’re still coming. You moan loudly and Chris can feel himself getting closer to his orgasm. His balls begin to tighten up and a droplet of sweat drips from his neck down to his chest. “Daddy, are you gonna come?” you sweetly ask as he fucks you through your orgasm whilst chasing his own.
“Yeah, baby, Daddy’s gonna fill you up with his cum. I’m gonna leave you leaking with my seed,” Chris growls as he fucks you faster. “Please, Daddy… Please, I want your cum so badly! Please fill me up with your cum, Daddy,” you beg and Chris tosses his head back.
“Fuck, yes, yes yes,” he shouts as his balls tighten up again. He quickens his pace until white, hot, thick ropes of cum spurts out from his aching tip. He fulfills his promise and your wish, filling you up with his cum until there’s nothing left. His cum mixes with your juices as he paints your walls with no expertise whatsoever. Chris slumps on top of your body, engulfing you in a bear hug as his cock remains buried inside of you.
You’re both panting and struggling to come down from the euphoric feelings. You look up at Chris make lock eyes with him for the nth time. There’ll never be a day where you don’t get lost in his eyes. They’re beautiful, absolutely beautiful. “You did so fucking good, little one,” he praises, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.
“Thank you very, very much, Daddy,” you slur, feeling yourself beginning to sleep into little space. “Daddy?” you call out, tapping his bicep after a few seconds. “Yeah, baby?” he asks, lifting himself up to get a better view of your face. “Will you really stay?” you ask with a bit of worry in your voice. He sighs with a full heart.
“Always.”
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Three Dates
Summary: Your life takes a turns on the shittiest day…
Relationship: SugarDaddy!Destroyer!Chris x black!reader
Warnings: allure, lust, want, teasing, graphic language, drinking, 18+
A/N: Siiiiiiigh…so this was never on the docket, was never supposed to happen but then he posted that…exquisitely sexy selfie on his IG story today and my friends are demons and here we are…Sugar Daddy Chris. A drabble. Looks like it could be a series (siiiiiiiigh). This should’ve never happened @sunshinexsin @geminixevans smh chumps…
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Your nails anxiously drum across the glass screen of your iPhone, irritated, breaking your neck to look at the door each time it opens. Your best friends would bail on you on the shittiest day of your life. What makes it worse is that no one had the nerve to say anything. You don’t even like this kind of bar; it’s for uptight rich white boys who refuse go down on the cat. You’d love for someone to take care of yours. It’d help you forget you lost your job today. Not like it was a job you necessarily liked it but fuck it sucked. It’s going to be hard to find another job—even with a degree—so what the hell are you going to do. Checking your texts and the time, you smack your lips with a dramatic roll of your eyes and motion for the hipster waiter in suspenders. Get drunk, that’s what you’re going to do.
The peaks of your cheeks burn from all the gin martinis flowing through your system. Martinis are the kind of drinks you have in this kind of place. Lord why did you wear these heels? Your toes throb in the shiny pointed shoe as your silky leg dangles over your knee, pressing your cool fingers into your enflamed face with a tipsy grin. You’re the right kind of buzzed, so you should call it a night, but out of nowhere hipster bro waiter drops a crystal champagne glass in front of you.
“This is from Chris.”
He mumbles near your ear then dips just before you could ask who the fuck is Chris? Who the fuck is Chris? A glimmer of light reflecting off something shiny catches your attention, snapping your neck towards a man in dark sunglasses sitting in a booth across from you. When did he get there? His rings snug around his thick fingers catch the bar lights once again as they stroke his scruffy jaw. Were you sweating? Like someone lit you on fuckin fire you stare at this man, who you assume is Chris because…fuckin look at him. And you’re just stuck. You couldn’t see his eyes but fuck, you could feel them gazing down your exposed neck and cleavage. The knot in your throat chokes you up. A breath short. Nerves buzzing. Just then, Chris hits you with the sexiest grin, raising his chin as he relaxes back in his seat. Oh fuck. His veiny hand bends, fingers curl, and he beckons you over with that long crooked grin. Rings so shiny, alluring, you’re up out of your seat and moving, crystal glass in hand.
“So eager sugar,” he croons as you take your seat beside him earnestly, intoxicated by his swag and the alcohol. His soft coat arm draped behind your neck Chris can’t stop grinning at you, noticing how shallow your breaths air by your heaving bosom he seem to can’t take his focus away from. He leans in a little closer. Just to smell you. “Alone tonight?”
“Yes.” You his softly, gently closing your winged lids. God what is he doing to you. You felt so faint, so out of sorts, and he hadn’t even touched you. So faded you think you faintly feel the edge his fuzzy lips along your jaw as your eyes flutter back open. You clear your tight throat, trying to find your voice to talk to this man. “My friends bailed on me tonight.” The words are small and strained, caught in ever present knot lodged there since you laid eyes on him.
Chris slowly draws away with a disapproving frown. “Your girls left you all alone?” His words are so sweet and sincere you huff the heaviest sigh. Suddenly all these feelings boiled to the surface and hot tears prick your lash line. What the fuck is happening. You try to sigh away your sadness but then Chris slides his shades up onto his lowcut hair and…you’d never seen eyes so vividly smoky before. His frank stare takes your final breath.
“And I had a shitty day.” Quickly the words fall breathlessly from your lips, completely caught up in his dazzling eyes. Pinching your chin, Chris softly tuts and shakes his head, keeping his tender focus. Sliding an inch closer, he darkly whines,
“Poor sugar…” Your hands balls into fists. You try to fight your tears away but one falls anyway. Chris promptly brushes it away with the edge of his thumb. “Why don’t you tell me all about it…”
It all comes pouring out of you; all the shit you’d been holding in to vent to your girls you were regurgitating to this sexy ass stranger…but he didn’t even trip. No Chris just got you your drinks and listened, catching your hot tears in his rough fingerprints. A huge weight lifted once you finished your ranting and your second whisky drink. Before you knew it, you were drunker than you started and Chris was firmly holding you into his hard side, still killing you with his devout stare.
“I can take care of you.”
He drops a fingertip down the middle of your lips.
“What? No…I..I’ll be…”
Huffing a chuckle, he presses his finger hard to shut you up.
“I got the means sugar. Just til you get on your feet…” Chris drops his curvy lips over yours and whispers, “I got you.”
He…he can’t be saying what you think he’s saying…right? Right? Wrong, his tender smoky eyes begin to spark speak to you. Is he crazy? Does he do this nightly? Pick up sad girls with the promise of taking care of them just so he can get his dick wet? You can’t help but wonder.
“I…I don’t…even know you…”
You sound so unsure. It’s so fuckin weird but…fuck…look at him! Deadly…sickening…gorgeous…what kind of money did he have to be on the lookout for a…uh…a sugar baby?
“Then get to know me.” Chris smiles down on you like a little angel but his something dark festers in those steel eyes of his.
“What’s in it for you.”
You know men, these types that promise you the world just to control every little thing you do. You refuse to be one of those, so you have to ask. And Chris keeps it all the way real.
“You, sugar.” Chris bites down on his bottom lip, his sweltering focus falling back down your body fitting him perfectly like a puzzle piece. “All of you. Your heart. Your spirit. But mostly…”
His smile stretches long and wide up his cheeks like some sort of creature readying their next victim, squeezing your body up against his. A thrill shoots up your core, coaxing your weak intoxicated mind to peep a hard yes but there was an anxiety you just could not shake.
“How about this…” Chris straightens up to present himself as a man about his business, taking a sip of his drink and clearing his throat. A small humorous grin twitches the corner of your lips. “Three,” three heavy silver rings fill your vision, “three real dates. If you find yourself feeling comfortable with me after three dates then…” His thick brows wiggle and you can’t help but laugh a little. God what the hell is happening. One moment you’re sulking about having no future and now a sexy stranger is asking to be your sugar daddy? And you’re going to agree to this?! It’s the way he comes off as an innocent savior and the sickest sinner all shoved inside a well built frame. You bet he felt so warm and strong slamming his sticky skin into yours. His smoky eyes sear your melting core. How could you pass this up.
“Three dates.”
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DDLG Destroyer!Chris Moodboard
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Pairing: Destroyer!Chris x Reader
Summary: Chris liked pushing your buttons to see how an innocent one like you would react.
Word Count: 3.6k
Warnings: Corruption kink if you squint, size kink, belly bulge kink, choking, slapping, tiny bit of daddy kink, praise kink, pain kink, spitting, messy oral (f receiving), overstimulation, unprotected p in v penetration, creampie (Shelby said my kink is overstimulating my readers and it’s true, I like to continue flicking y’alls beans even after y’all came LMAO)
A/N: Yeah so @xxshelbsxx and I were up to no good since hours ago and this is what we’ve been doing. We literally spent like an hour brainstorming this shit and decided to keep it a secret from Destroyer!Chris hoes so we can surprise them LMAO @bemine-bucky @lookiamtrying Sav, you were right all along about us doing some shady shit ajscnaskjca we had to make up something to convince you that we ain’t planning something for Destroyer!Chris SKSKSKSKKS
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Chris trailed behind you with a smirk on his face, his eyes scanning you from the back of your head down to your calves. He’d worked with you before but not for an undercover task such as the most recent one that the both of you have finished. You were always so classy in the office, so pristine and just...fucking clean, like you could do no bad.
Seeing you undercover as a biker’s girlfriend though, wearing skimpy clothes and being all over him for the sake of the mission? That piqued his interest in more ways than one.
He kept his eyes on you when you finally spotted your room in the dingy motel; Chris licked his lips as he watched your fingers fiddle with the key that the receptionist gave you. Taking a step back, he leaned back and admired your figure as you unlocked the door.
As soon as the mission was done, you were quick to revert back to your normal attitude— quiet, aloof with eyes so innocent it sometimes made him hard. You didn’t waste any time getting rid of your clothes too, changing back to your usual attire which consisted of a button down top and a pair of tight-fitting jeans.
“You know, you should’ve kept those clothes on.” Chris commented with a mischievous smirk.
You glanced back at him with a warning glare, “You know, you should’ve changed back into your regular clothes.” you said.
Chris chuckled softly at the way you judged him, taking in his rugged appearance before rolling your eyes at him. You pushed the door open and walked inside, with Chris keeping close behind you.
“I’m just saying, you looked good in that pair of shorts.” he quipped, licking his lips before shutting the door and locking it for good measure.
You grimaced at his comment, “You’re such a pervert.” you said with a frown, throwing your bag on the ground, near the bed.
Chris watched you with amusement as you discarded your gun holster, carefully placing it on the nightstand along with your badge. With your back turned to him, you craned your neck to the side and groaned when your bones cracked. You were mumbling something about using the bathroom first, Chris really wasn’t listening because he was too focused on your neck and two large strides later, his large hands landed on your shoulders.
You gasped out loud and spun around, taking a step back from Chris who was looking down at you with a certain darkness in his usually blue eyes. Chris wondered why you were so cold to him, even back at the precinct when all he did was try to befriend you.
“Woah, you that scared of me? Just trying to loosen up those tensed muscles.” he joked, seeing how wide your eyes were when you turned to him.
“I’m not scared of you, Chris.” you spat defensively.
Chris chuckled, “Do I make you uncomfortable, missy?” he teased, taking his lower lip in between his teeth.
You shook your head confidently, but Chris saw how your lips quivered when he kept on approaching you until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed.
“Really? Why do you keep on backing away then? You keep on avoiding me at the precinct too. Do you not like it when I give you attention?” he said, his eyes dropping down to your lips.
Taking a deep breath, you shook your head again and square your shoulders, “Maybe try giving me some personal space? Yeah, that’ll stop me from backing away.”
He shrugged, “Why though? Scared I might corrupt your innocence?” he joked yet again, smirking down at you.
Chris loved how he towered over you, how you always seemed to react whenever he teased you. He wondered, were you as innocent as he thought you were? With how you behaved at the precinct, especially around him, he was sure that you weren’t used to getting all the attention. 
Maybe no one’s ever touched you the way he would, have you even had a partner that actually fucked you? Perhaps not.
Were you even that type of gal? One who was down for a hook-up?
“You’re wrong about me, Chris.” you confidently said.
Chris hummed, “Really? Think you can handle me then?” he boldly asked.
He watched you blink in what seemed to be confusion, he caught you off guard with his question, lifting an eyebrow as he licked his lips.
You merely looked up at him with an expression he couldn’t read, and to be honest, it scared the hell out of Chris. He was afraid that he might have overstepped some boundaries when all he wanted was to get a rise out of you, see how far you could take his teasing. He didn’t want to scare you off or make you feel really uncomfortable with him.
Chris backed off for a bit, about to apologize for offending you but you were quicker to react with a hard slap right on his face that caused his lip to bleed. The slap was a strong one, it made Chris’ head turn and jaw ache. Slowly, he turned his head back to you as he licked the blood off from his lips.
The dull pain on his cheek sent blood down to his cock, making it hard and strain against the denim fabric of his pants; Chris absolutely loved how he actually managed to push your buttons, enough to make you react that way.
He rubbed his chin as he looked at you and was almost taken aback by how your pupils dilated, as if something took over you and replaced the innocence in your eyes with pure lust.
“I think I can handle you just fine.” it was the last thing he heard from you before you dropped down on your knees, quickly unbuttoning his jeans.
Chris hissed when you pulled his hard cock out, already seeping with pre-cum, “Oh shit.” he breathed out when you wasted no time to take the tip into your warm mouth.
Fuck. Guess he truly was wrong about you and he needed to know what other secrets you were hiding.
He grunted roughly, gathering your hair and holding it into a ponytail when you took him deeper, letting the tip hit the back of your throat with such an ease that gave away the fact that this was definitely not your first time.
“Shit, fuck…” Chris moaned, feeling your tongue playfully swirl around his crown before flicking against his sensitive slit.
Goosebumps ran down Chris’ spine when you cupped his balls, massaging them as you bobbed your head up and down his length, coating his shaft with a mix of your spit and his pre-cum. He almost lost it when you looked up at him with those innocent eyes, your eyelashes fluttering when you pulled back with hollowed cheeks.
“That all you can do, baby?” Chris teased yet again, yanking your hair back until his cock slipped out of your mouth.
You shook your head, “I want more.” you panted, gripping the base of Chris’ cock before pumping it fast.
Chris chuckled roughly, “Fuck, I knew you were a good girl, but not like this. Show me how good you can be for daddy.”
You whimpered and quickly bent down to take his cock again, letting go of his shaft to place a hand on his thigh as you sucked him. Chris hissed when you traced the vein on the underside of his shaft with the tip of your tongue at the same time you swallowed, the movement of your throat squeezing his cock just right to make him shudder from pleasure.
“That’s it, good girl. Fuck, doing so good.” he breathlessly said, throwing his head back and closing his eyes to focus on the way your mouth was wrapped around his cock.
Unable to hold back any longer, Chris pushed you away from his cock and gripped your arm, pulling you up to your feet so he could kiss you. He moaned at the taste of himself on your tongue.
“You have no idea how much I want you.” Chris whispered against your lips as he ripped your blouse open, sending the buttons flying before he pushed it off from your shoulders.
You reached behind you and unclasped your bra, removing it before clawing at his denim vest, rushing to remove it. Chris chuckled at your desperation to get rid of his clothes, reaching for his shirt behind him to remove it as well.
“Guess you want me just as much.” he said before gripping your hips as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss on the corner of your lips, licking his way down to your neck as he pushed you down on the edge of the bed.
Chris moved slowly, as opposed to your quick desperation. He fondled your breasts as he sucked the skin on your collarbone, thumbing your nipples until they were pebbled. He felt you shiver at the way his rings touched your skin, the cold sensation giving you goosebumps.
“So fucking perfect.” Chris said against the top of your breasts, before rubbing his stubbled cheek on the smooth expanse of your skin.
The moan that slipped past your lips sounded like music to Chris’ ears. He wanted to hear more, wanted you to moan his name like a prayer.
He ducked his head and flicked your nipple playfully, laughing at the way you whimpered. Your hips were moving on their own, probably seeking relief which he was sure as hell he’d be giving you later, as soon as he was done devouring your breasts.
“God, you have such pretty tits.” he growled before sucking your nipple while his hand played with the other, twisting and pulling until you were a moaning mess beneath him.
“Chris,” you called out breathlessly, letting your fingers scratch the back of his head, “Need your mouth on me…” you asked, swallowing hard.
Chris hummed and continued to suck your nipple while he worked on unbuttoning your jeans, unzipping them at the speed of light and then pulling them down to your thighs. You sighed and gently pushed Chris, just enough for you to be able to completely remove your jeans, leaving you in a pair of white, cotton panties.
You looked so needy like that, on the bed with your chest heaving making your breasts bounce a bit. The damp spot in your panties drove Chris insane, how he was able to make you that wet just by pleasuring your tits.
Seeing how you were squirming restlessly, Chris decided not to prolong your agony and licked his way from your breasts down to your stomach. Dipping his tongue into your belly button, he ran a finger down your panty-clad pussy, feeling the dampness of the fabric as he dragged his finger along your folds.
“Chris...please…” you whined, arching your back.
Chris gazed up at you, admiring you before he bent down to lick a thick stripe against your damp underwear without breaking eye-contact. The way you threw your head back, exposing your neck was enough to urge Chris to keep going. He had always imagined how his fingers would look wrapped around that neck, how his rings would probably leave a mark as soon as he was done wrecking you.
Chris hummed at your taste and pushed your underwear aside, licking the insides of your thighs playfully, not letting his tongue touch your weeping core. He pulled back to stare at your glistening folds, growling when he saw more wetness gush out of your hole. Your thighs quaked as you looked down at him, resting on your elbows while keeping your legs wide open for him.
“Open your mouth.” Chris commanded and pushed two of his fingers into your mouth, pushing as far as you would allow him.
You sucked his fingers and hummed, letting your tongue taste the metal tang of his rings. He pulled his fingers out from your mouth and brought them to his own, sucking them before bringing them down to your pussy.
“You’re fucking dripping.” he said before spreading your lips with his saliva-slick fingers, rubbing you up and down until your knuckles turned white from how hard you were gripping the sheets.
Further pulling your panties aside, Chris growled and leaned down to get a taste. He flattened his tongue against your folds, licking you slowly before taking your clit into his mouth to suck on it. Your legs clamped around his head, his ministrations probably a bit too much for your sensitive pussy but Chris couldn’t care less.
He wanted to taste all of you.
He tongue-fucked your cunt like that, with his hand holding the crotch of your underwear away. When two of his fingers slid into you, a high-pitched wail escaped from your mouth. He fingered you hard and deep, with his rings adding more pleasure that made your eyes roll to the back of your head.
“Chris, ‘m gonna cum!” you moaned, reaching a hand down to grip the back of his neck as you rolled your hips against his face.
Chris moaned into your pussy, pushing his face deeper until his nose bumped your clit causing your orgasm to hit you with no prior warning. He felt your nails dig into the skin on his nape, clutching onto him for dear life as you rode out your climax.
“Tastes like heaven, I want more.” Chris growled and knelt back to slip your underwear off.
And that’s when he caught sight of another secret of yours— a delicate butterfly tattoo on your mound, just above your slit.
Chris must have stopped his actions because you whined and moved your hips, as if begging for more.
“A butterfly, huh?” he asked, staring at the tattoo like he was staring at the most expensive masterpiece in a museum.
You groaned in what seemed to be embarrassment, “I was nineteen, don’t judge me.” you said.
Chris traced your tattoo with his thumb before staring up at you with glassed eyes, “Let’s see how quick I can make her flutter.”
And just like that, Chris’ primal instinct took over.
He ate your pussy out like it was the only thing that could satisfy his hunger. It was all tongue and spit, making your cunt and thighs glisten with your own juices. Chris was absolutely feral, not even caring about the lack of oxygen because he didn’t want to pull away from your cunt.
He could stay in between your legs for a lifetime, tasting you and watching you fall apart for him.
“Chris, fuck…” you moaned, scratching his scalp as you arched your back.
Just as when you were about to reach your second orgasm, he pulled away but kept your legs open. Your whines of protests fell on deaf ears because all Chris would focus on was the butterfly tattoo on your mound and how beautiful it looked across your skin.
His butterfly.
He looked at you for a quick moment, memorizing how debauched you appeared as you rested on your elbows. Your hair was messy and was sticking around your forehead and neck, your face glimmering with your sweat and your breasts, how they moved each time you took a breath.
Chris thumbed your tattoo before slightly bending down, slowly spitting on your pussy. He let his saliva pool around your cunt and watched as it dripped down, following the direction of your folds until it reached your puckered hole.
As if you weren’t wet enough, he spit again but this time on your tattoo before using his thumb to smear it all over, making the butterfly glisten.
He didn’t give you a chance to protest again because he was quick to continue eating you out, but with a new vigor that had your toes curling. He draped his arms over your stomach, locking you in place while keeping a thumb on your tattoo.
“Cum, baby. Cum for me.” Chris’ words were muffled as he pressed his face further into your pussy, assaulting your hole with his tongue by slipping it in and out.
You came with a silent cry, completely soaking his beard with your juices. Chris watched you struggle to pry his arms away from your stomach, your attempts futile because he was much bigger and stronger than you were.
He didn’t give you time to recover and kept on eating you out, flicking his tongue against your folds before fucking your cunt over and over again until your entire body felt like it was on fire. Your clit was swollen, so red and just abused with how Chris kept on nibbling down on it.
The pleasure was too much, almost painful when Chris made you cum the third time. When he felt your shaky hands on his shoulders, it was only then that he pulled away, finally letting you breathe.
He took in your appearance and smirked at how he did all of that to you. Your entire body was trembling but with how your pussy kept on gushing out with wetness, he knew that you wanted more.
His eyes landed back on your tattoo, still unable to believe that someone who looked so delicate had one hidden somewhere no one would easily find. Jealousy coursed through his veins at the thought that some lame motherfucker saw it before he did, he wanted to make you his and his alone.
Chris was too hypnotized by your tattoo that he didn’t notice you sitting up on the bed. It was only when you gripped his face with your delicate hands that he snapped back to reality.
“Fuck me, Chris.” you whispered, swiping your thumb across his lower lip.
Chris was still out of it, too focused on how fucking smitten he was by you that he was easily flipped over with you straddling his waist.
“If you’re not going to fuck me, at least let me do it myself.” you said and quickly sunk down on his cock.
Chris groaned at how easily he slipped inside of your dripping cunt. A chorus of your moans echoed in the motel room when you started riding him, leaning back to hold onto his knees for support as you rolled your hips.
“Goddamn, baby…” Chris gritted his teeth as he watched your pussy swallow his cock.
It was like everything turned into slow motion when he watched you ride his cock, how your body moved and how your face contorted into a look of pleasure. He flattened his palm in between your breasts, sliding it down until it reached your tattoo yet again, something that has been pulling him into a trance.
It was like a trap, something Chris would willingly get into to be completely honest.
Something about seeing the butterfly move whenever you slammed back down on him, how the outline of his cock on your stomach made it seem like it was truly fluttering— Chris had never seen anything so fucking addicting.
A hand around his neck brought him back to reality and by the time Chris was back to his senses, you were already trembling above him. Your fingers tightened around his neck as you came, your pussy fluttering around his hard cock bringing him one step closer to his own release.
He scrunched his face in pleasure, snarling at the way you choked him. Funny how he was picturing your neck wrapped with his hand but here you were, doing the exact same thing to him. He wasn’t complaining though, he wanted you to own him as much as he wanted to own you.
As soon as he felt your body go limp, he took it as a chance to flip you onto your back. He placed your legs on his shoulders and bent down to kiss you, biting your lower lip before sucking on it.
Chris fucked you like that, with his forehead resting against yours. He was growling against your mouth as he pounded into you relentlessly, desperate for his own climax. One hand rested beside your head while the other pressed down on your abdomen, letting you feel all of him each time he slid his cock into you.
Despite being focused on fucking you, Chris’ never forgot about your butterfly tattoo and kept his thumb pressed on it.
“Cum, Chris. Cum inside me, please.” you begged with tears forming in the corners of your eyes.
Chris held your face and kissed you, spitting into your mouth before slipping a thumb inside, pressing down your tongue. His hips stuttered and after a couple more thrusts, he spilled ropes of his cum inside of you. He moaned and allowed your cunt to milk his cock, staying inside of you for a few more seconds before pulling out.
He watched his cum drip out of your pussy and brought his fingers down to play with his release. He smeared it all over your pussy, thighs and mound, not forgetting to taint your pretty little butterfly tattoo with his cum as if he was marking it.
“What’s up with you and my tatt?” you curiously asked with amusement.
Chris chuckled and laid down next to you, turning you so he could spoon you properly. He rubbed his cheek against your shoulder before draping an arm around your waist, pulling your back to his chest before settling his hand on your mound, right on top of your tattoo.
“You got a pretty butterfly.” he said, kissing the back of your ear, “I like it.” he admitted as if it wasn’t that obvious.
Your body shook as you laughed, “It’s just a butterfly, Chris.”
Chris hummed, nosing your hair before pressing another kiss but this time, on your cheek.
“Yeah, but it’s my butterfly now.”
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It’s Time For Kinktober!
here, have a masterlist:
1. Overstimulation (Nomad Steve x reader)
2. Pegging (Backstage Pass!Steve x reader)
3. Daddy kink (Nomad Steve x reader)
4. Butt plug (Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x reader)
5. Dirty talk (Random Drysdale x reader)
6. Nipple play (Curtis Everett x reader)
7. Edging (Loki x reader)
8. Breathplay (Destroyer!Chris x reader)
9. In Public (Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Mafia!Steve Rogers x reader)
10. Spit Kink (Biker!Mechanic!Bucky x reader)
11. Cock warming (Jake Jensen x reader)
12. Dubcon (Best Friend!Roommate!Bucky x reader)
13. Impact play (Mafia!Bucky x reader)
14. Double penetration (Neighbor!Andy Barber x Neighbor!Ari Levinson x reader)
15. Bondage (Loki x reader)
16. Sex toys (Roommate!Bucky x reader)
17. Cum play (Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x reader)
18. Begging ( Loki x reader)
19. Fisting (Backstage Pass!Bucky x reader)
20. Mutual masturbation (Backstage Pass!Bucky X Backstage Pass!Steve x reader)
21. Orgasm delay/denial (Ransom Drysdale x reader)
22. Voyeurism (Dark!Andy Barber x reader)
23. Knife play (Backstage Pass!Bucky x reader)
24. Face fucking (Beefy!Biker!Bucky x reader)
25. Sadism/masochism (Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x reader)
26. Rough sex (Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve)
27. Temperature play (Mr. Freezy x reader)
28. Thigh riding (Mafia!Steve x reader)
29. Praise kink (Pre-War!Bucky x Pre-War!Steve)
30. Mirror sex (Backstage Pass!Steve x reader)
31. Roleplay (Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x reader)
Main Masterlist | Backstage pass Masterlist | Ko-fi
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My motivation to read these last few months has been horrid, but it’s slowly coming back! I decided shove the last few months all into one list, so make sure to give these writers love and appreciation for their hard work!!
Find everything I’ve read under #xxshelbsxx fic rec
*Remember, only you are responsible for your media consumption. Be sure to thoroughly read the writers warnings and know they have their own blog boundaries regarding minors.*
FIC REC MASTERLIST
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Bucky Barnes:
❆ Falling in Love with You by @bloomingbucky
tfatws!bucky x female!reader
❆ Thank You Daddy by @sweeterthanthis
sugar daddy!bucky x f!reader
❆ Your Filthy Heart (ongoing) by @sweeterthanthis
part seven: break her pretty
part eight: miss me in your bones
stepdad!bucky x 18+ female!reader
❆ Rebel with a Cause by @soldatsass
bucky barnes x female!reader
❆ Faking It (ongoing) by @bucksfucks
one: the first meeting
two: the first date
three: the post that broke the internet
actor!bucky barnes x f!actress!reader
❆ Don’t Look, Don’t Touch by @angrythingstarlight
beefy biker!bucky x reader
❆ If You Were Mine. by @wintersldr1
mob/mafia!bucky x f!reader
❆ Feels Like Murder to Put Your Heart Through This by @bloomingbucky
fwb!bucky x female!reader
❆ Roadside Assistance by @anastasiabvrnes
mechanic!bucky x reader
❆ Love/Hate by @metalbuckaroo
bucky barnes x f!reader
❆ Your Dad Would Fucking Kill Me If He Heard by @seventven​
dbf!bucky barnes x reader
❆ Little Bird (ongoing) by @gogolucky13​
one
dbf!bucky barnes x f!reader
Nick Fowler:
❆ Wake Up Call by @navybrat817
Nick Fowler x female!reader
Destroyer Chris:
❆ Flutter (ongoing) by @babyboibucky
flutter
ride or die
destroyer!chris x reader
Steve Rogers
❆ Hey Handsome by @sunshinebuckybarnes
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