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The Backwoods AU

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[flordeamatista]

Chris ─── Sebastian Stan

Destroyer (2018)

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Stranger 5

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Destroyer!Chris

Summary: A stranger buys the farmstead nearby and disturbs your sleepy village life.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You don’t know how to get out of this. You finished your pie without tasting it and the latte added to your flurrying nerves. You’re almost shaking in your chair as you stare at his hands, the ring on his pinkie tight around his rough skin. You peer over at your wagon of groceries and chew your lip.

“Um, thanks for the uh, coffee and pie,” you sniff, “but I should get going.”

“Going?” He spreads his large hand on the table top, hooking his thumb under the edge.

“My grandma is waiting–”

“I’ll give you a ride,” he offers. Again. You already told him no in the grocery store.

“Erm, that’s nice, but…” you stand cautiously and move the empty mug onto the plate, “I can handle it–”

“Christ, sugar,” he leans forward, clutching his hands together, “I’m being nice here. Why are you trying to run away?”

“I… I’m not,” you gulp. “I just… I like the walk.”

He sucks his teeth noisily and huffs. He looks around the cafe with a scowl. You take the empty dishes and carry them to the counter. As you turn back, you find Chris on his feet, the wagon’s handle in his grasp.

You approach him sheepishly.

“I’ll walk you,” he insists.

You don’t know how to keep saying no. Really, you haven’t really said it. You’ve been really nice in just diverting. Usually, that works.

“It’s okay, that’s a long way–”

“But you said you like the walk,” he challenges, “it is a long way to walk alone.”

“Well, uh, I guess, but… it’s Hammer Ford, it’s not…”

“Dangerous?” He snorts, “everywhere is dangerous, sugar. Even a place like this.” He takes a breath, his broad chest puffing out and checks his watch, “let’s not waste any more time.”

You give up. If you just let him walk with you, he might just get the idea that you’re boring. He might leave you alone. Or turn back halfway and not want to make the whole trek to your grandmother’s. You hope something changes his mind because you’re out of ideas.

“Alright,” you pout and turn to cross the cafe.

He pulls the wagon behind you. You hold the door for him as he steps out into the sunlight. You let go of the door and start off down the sidewalk. He catches up easily.

“Don’t act like I’m twisting your arm. Didn’t that grandmother ever teach you manners?”

“Sir, I…” you flinch as his words injure you. “I wasn’t– wait, what about your truck?”

“I’ll get it later. I’m not worried about that. I’m worried about you. Don’t you get it?” He snarls.

You don’t get it. You really don’t. No one ever bothers you. They really never notice you. You’re just Sadie’s granddaughter, nothing more.

“You wanna get in?” He asks suddenly. You look up at him confused, “think there’s more than enough room for you.”

He glances over his shoulder and you peek back at the wagon. You shake your head.

“No thanks, I’m okay.”

“Won’t bother me,” he says.

“I wanna walk,” you trod along with him towards the edge of the central strip.

His arm brushes yours and you keep your eyes on the horizon. You’re quiet as your shoes kick through the dirt. His elbow knocks against your again and you nearly jump out of your skin as he bats his hand around yours, finally getting a grasp on it. He holds it as he walks on without a word.

A new layer of sweat rises on your forehead. It’s more than the sunlight bearing down on you, it’s this man. What is he doing? Holding your hand! Like you’re together?

You walk on in silence, arms swing with each step. You don’t know what else to do but keep going. You just want to get home and hide away from him. He squeezes tighter as you climb the first incline. You’re breathless as you get to the top though he’s no worse for ware.

“Wanna take a break, sugar?” He asks as he slows along the peak.

“I’m okay,” you gasp out.

“You don’t sound okay.”

“Sir, I’ll catch my breath,” you assure him.

You try to pull your hand from his and he nearly crushes your fingers. You don’t try again. He slows his gait as the wheels crunch along the gravel. On and on your go.

Finally, you’re in sight of the swathe of trees that hide your grandmother’s old yellow siding. You drag your feet and sigh, “I can take it from here. It’s just ahead.”

“I’ll see you to the front door,” he says, “can never be too safe.”

“Sir, it’s not bear season–”

“I’m not worried about bears,” he snips, “besides, I came all this way. Think I should at least get to meet your grandmother. Tell her thank you for the pie.” He shakes his head, “you’re too jumpy. Stop thinking so much.”

You try to untangle your hand from his. He lets go of the wagon and lurches you with a mean yank. You crash into him as he turns to face you. You stare up at him, shaking as his other hand comes to grip your arm.

“You are working my last damn nerve. All I’ve done is be nice,” he growls, “so you’re going to put on a smile and introduce me to the old lady. Maybe you might even invite me in for dinner…” he looks over at the wagon, “that’s only polite.”

“Please,” you whimper, “I didn’t mean–”

“I don’t care what you meant. Actions speak louder,” his nostrils flare, “and I think mine have said more than enough. It’s your turn, sugar.”

Your lower lip pokes out and you nod with a thick gulp, “I’m sorry, sir.”

“If you’re so damn sorry, do better,” he releases you and bends to grab the wagon handle again, “come on, let’s go.”

You peer from him to the trees and frown. You flit ahead of him, buzzing like a hummingbird as you lead him onward. Your grandmother will be happy and no help at all. She’ll be more than happy to welcome in the big bad wolf.

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[navybrat817]

Over the Hood

Pairing: Mechanic!Destroyer!Chris x Female Reader Summary: Chris lends you more than a hand when your car breaks down. Word Count: Over 1k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), semi-public sex, light feels (it's me), future light angst, Destroyer!Chris (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: Ninth my Naughty & Nice Nonsense belongs to Blue and Kitten, a new couple for our motocross AU! Combination inspired by @sweeterthanthis sending this ask and @nocturne-pisces for providing future background on this beautiful couple-to-be. Thank you, lovelies! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It’s cliche when you think about it. What are the chances that a good looking mechanic shows up minutes after your car breaks down? The same one you’ve had the pleasure of seeing at the local races? A man with icy eyes, a brooding stare, and offered you only a small smile when you helped him patch up his hand recently.

Everyone calls him Blue.

He calls you Kitten.

“Don’t tell me your car broke down,” Chris said once he rolled his truck window down.

“I won’t tell you then,” you smiled, holding up your phone. “I was getting ready to call someone.”

“Don’t bother. I’ll take a look,” he said, pulling over and parking before you could argue. The way he slammed the door when he got out, you almost wondered if it was an inconvenience to him. He was the one who offered to help though. “You can consider us even for my hand.”

“Helping you with your hand is part of my job,” you argued.

A small cut was an easy fix for you and spending a little time with him was admittedly nice. From what you knew about the man, he didn’t let too many close to him. Even some of the riders who were friendly with him were held at an arm’s length. But you still managed to get that small smile out of him by the end of it.

Jake even told you that Chris had a thing for you.

You didn't want to read into it.

“And this is my job,” he pointed out as he got closer. “Is it your job to give everyone kitten band aids?”

Don’t laugh. Don’t. Laugh.

“Only my special patients,” you teased, seeing his eyes flash at the amusement in your tone.

Why are the brooding ones always so handsome?

“And we’re not even, by the way. I’ll pay you for your time.”

“Oh, you will, Kitten,” he warned you. "I'll make sure of it."

That payment came in the form of you being bent over the hood of your car.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good,” he grunted, his beard scraping against your ear as he thrust. “Aching to be filled, aren’t you?”

You couldn’t ignore that there was an undeniable pull between the two of you, but you never expected yourself to spread your legs so easily for him. Especially pinned on top of your car where anyone could drive by and see you. You always had a thing for the bad boy type though and Chris fit the bill to a tee. Men like him made you feel daring.

You feared the high from the thrill he gave you would make you want more.

Too late.

“Should’ve buried my face in your cunt. Think you can cream all over my face, Kitten? I’ll settle for my cock for now.”

Your insides curled, pleasure threatening to burst from every seam. “Chris,” you whined, feeling his jeans brush against the back of your thighs as his hips met yours. “You can’t just say that.”

He chuckled as he gripped your chin and turned your face toward his. It wasn’t easy to kiss him with the angle, but he made it work. His tongue against yours felt right, just like his cock felt perfect in your warm, wet hole.

“Why not?” he asked as he broke the kiss, your hands gripping the hood for purchase as he thrust harder. “You’ll let me put my cock in you, but not my tongue? You don't want my beard to smell like you?"

You moaned when he snuck his hand around and brought his fingers to your clit. You would reprimand yourself later for letting him fuck you without a condom, but you knew he was clean. And you wanted him to make a mess of you. Being owned, even for a short time, was what your body needed.

“If you don’t get me off, you’ll never get a taste,” you threatened.

You didn't mean it. You weren't sure if this was a one time thing or not and you didn’t want to pressure him for anything else. The two of you hardly knew each other. Something was there though. Did he feel it?

If he keeps others far away from him, will he let me in?

He chuckled again, his fingers working your bundle of nerves in time with his thrusts.

“I know a greedy pussy when I feel it and my cock is just as greedy," he promised, your eyes rolling back as he brought you to the edge. "So fucking give it to me. Come.”

Your head dropped against the hood as you came with a cry, your knees shaking as you struggled to get air in your lungs. Sex like this shouldn’t have felt so intense. Maybe it was just how Chris made you feel.

“Fuck,” he groaned as his hips stilled, your insides warm as his cock throbbed in your quivering hole. Your release and his own seeped around his cock as he collapsed on your back. His heart pounded, the rhythm almost as fast as yours. “Fuck.”

He rested his face in the crook of your neck as his breathing began to even out. You weren’t too eager to move, although you should have since you were on the side of the road. But the way his arm gently wrapped around your waist, it seemed as if he wanted the afterglow to last longer, too. Who were you to deny him that after the earth shattering orgasm he gave you?

“Chris?” you asked, unsure of what to say exactly when he made no effort to pull out.

“Sorry,” he whispered, holding your waist tighter. “Just. Let me, please?”

You placed your hand over his, uncaring that your chest was still pressed against the hood. “Hold me as long as you want,” you whispered back.

A kiss to your neck was the only thanks he could give and you wouldn’t ask for more.

Not today.

Just don’t let me go, Chris.

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[holylulusworld]

Jerk next door (6) - Two new players

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

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Characters: Destroyer!Chris, Captain Syverson

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

A/N: It's been a while, huh.

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<< Jerk next door (5)

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

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

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

“I came here for a reason, miss.”

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

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

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

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

Chris closes his eyes for a moment and sighs deeply.

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

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

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

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

“Quentin won’t give up.”

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

“I-I’m scared, is all,” you reply. 

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

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

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

“Promised?” You look up at Chris.

“Promised.”

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

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

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

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

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

Andy points at the door next to the bathroom.

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

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

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

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

You look away. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[sebastiansluts]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[georgiapeach30513]

Step Into My Ride, Part 3

Summary: why Chris hates Ransom so much.

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, restraints/tied up, voyeurism, cream pie, mentions of drug trafficking, unexpected pregnancy, arrest, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.8K

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He had eyed you for a while. He had dropped not so subtle hints that he wanted to take you out. He was typically the type of man you went for, and you couldn’t come up with a good excuse to tell him no, so you went. Against your better judgment.

Chris was nice enough. He was good looking. He was a cop. He was a good boy, and came from a good family. Exactly the type of man your mother would want for you, and still something felt off. Conversation was fine. It was easy. He loved to talk about himself, and you listened. Smiled at the right times, and even added just enough to his conversation. You complimented him enough, and Chris liked it.

Chris, however, did not think about the restaurant that he had brought you. Didn’t think anything of how he met you. Didn’t even notice his cocky nephew walk in with his woman for the night, but you did. Yours and Ransom’s eyes meet immediately, and you have to look down to the table to get your gaze off him. The two of you had been noticing each other for awhile, but you and he both were with other people.

Ransom’s mouth turns up into a crooked smile when he walks directly to yours and Chris’ booth. You gulp, looking at anything but him. Wanting to completely ignore what was happening, and then Chris’ hand grips onto your thigh, “Was there no race, Ranny?” He asks as Ransom and his girl slide in.

Ransom’s arm goes around her shoulder, but his stare is intently on you. “You would know. Cops were out hot like crazy tonight. So we just gave up. Lost a lot of money on that race.”

“You don’t lose money,” Chris snarls, pulling you closer to him. “You just gain.”

“Yeah, something like that,” Ransom’s voice is incredibly low, and you have to start fidgeting your fingers. He had this magnet that was pulling you closer to him. It was infuriating that you just had no self control, and you were on a date with someone else.

“Molly, I’d like you to meet my uncle Chris,” oh this was making things a lot more difficult. “Chris usually lets us know when the cops are a little crazy. Looks like he was preoccupied. So…what do you got here, Christopher.”

Chris introduces you to Ransom and Molly, and you immediately hate her. Hate that she had Ransom’s touching her, while you had a commanding hand on your thigh. Ransom leans back in the booth, his foot planting itself in between your own, and you try not to react. He was a cocky little fucker. Playing footsie with you while both of you were on dates. And you just so happened to be with his uncle.

“Yeah, I’ve seen this dame around. The past few times she’s been at the race, I’ve won big money. It’s like she’s my personal lucky charm.”

“And she’s on a date with me. You know, I think we should go,” Chris starts to edge himself out the booth, and both of Ransom’s legs hold you in place. He had no intentions of letting you go.

“I think you should stay,” his foot toes higher on you, and he chuckles when your legs drift further apart. “Come on, we hardly see each other anymore, Uncle Chris. I think we need to take this moment to spend some time together. What do you think, Lucky Charm?”

“Chris, we haven’t had dessert,” his booted foot rubs softly up and down your leg, getting as high up as your knee, and you get visions of fucking him in the bathroom. Making both your dates wait while he pounds into you with a hand over your mouth. “I hear they have really good cheesecake here.”

“I love cheesecake,” Ransom winks at you, and slick pools in your panties. Your body was heated up so much it was all the way in your cheeks. The urge you had to start grinding in your seat was making it harder to see. You wanted him. You wanted to push aside all reserves you had for Ransom. You need him all over your body. He was too bold not to know what he was doing.

“Fine. We’ll have dinner tonight. But then maybe you and I can spend some time alone. For our first date?”

“Yeah. Sure,” that wasn’t convincing in the slightest, and at least Ransom understood that. At this point you were throbbing so hard you were ready to sit in Ransom’s lap while everyone watched you bounce on top of him. It was unnatural and animalistic. But you wanted it.

Chris may be oblivious to things, but you weren’t. You saw everything. Ransom’s arm leaving Molly’s shoulder. The conversation quickly turning into just you and Ransom. The way you were trying to scoot away from Chris, and lean across the table to give Ransom your undivided attention. A moth to a flame. You were the delicate little moth, and Ransom was a ball of fire that you couldn’t look away from.

“Mother fucker,” Chris tosses his phone in his cruiser. Another call went straight to voicemail. There is no other place that you would be. He even saw you at the race for the first time. He had nothing else to lose.

He shouldn’t have left his post, but it didn’t seem like there was anyone checking for the hooligans trying to conduct an illegal race. There was a shift with you the moment that Ransom had sat down at the table, and he didn’t trust his nephew. Ransom always got whatever he wanted, and how he wanted it.

Chris was the bastard son of Harlan Thrombey. Barely even recognized by his siblings as one of them. Ransom was looked at as more important to the family, and he was a criminal. He was only a grandson.

“You son of a bitch,” Chris growls as he sees Ransom winning a race and going straight to you. Treating you like a common whore. His hand goes under your shirt, and cups your breast as he crashes his lips on yours. Basically fucking each other out in public. A needy little slut, and you were letting Ransom use you.

Trash. For all that Ransom had, he was trash. His mother and grandfather would be so disappointed. As would yours. Daughter of the school headmaster, and your mother was a model. Your grandfather was a state senator and grandmother the president of the D.A.R. Chris had looked into you. You deserved better than the life Ransom was pulling you into.

After this race there was only one place Ransom would take you, and Chris was going to wait and see just how close the two of you were to breaking up. He had his rituals. He only kept girls for a month. No more. And just before breakup, he sends you about your merry way after sex. Slowly growing distant

“Oh god, Ran!” Your shouts could be heard outside of the garage. If anyone wanted to watch, it would be easy. All the lights were on. There were no blinds on the windows. But to see you with your hands tied to the ceiling as Ransom fucks into you from behind infuriated him.

Ransom wasn’t even looking at your face, just his dick being sucked back into your cunt. Looking at how shiny your juices was making him. You were a tied up plaything. Even when your knees start to give out, Ransom grips tighter to your hips, keeping you on your feet. “Please! Please, Ran!”

“You’re almost there, Lucky. Give me one more, and I’ll let you rest, I promise.”

It felt like he had been using you for hours. Couldn’t even bother taking you somewhere special. Just tied you up like the rest of them. But even Chris couldn’t deny that this was different. It never lasted this long. He never talked to them. He never touched them with the care he was giving you. But the biggest surprise comes when you sigh, feeling Ransom’s warmth spurt deep into your womb, and his thrusts slow down.

Both of you panting so sweetly, and he pulls you back to him. Removing your hands from their restraints, and starts giving you the sweetest kisses. His hands drift down your front, and softly plays with your clit while you whimper in his mouth. And then Chris sees it; Ransom’s cum starting to leak onto your thighs. Ransom doesn’t do that. Even admitted boldly that he would never do that.

“You wanna stay here, Luck? Or you want to go back to your place?”

“Here, baby. Uhh,” you whine as he pulls himself out of you. You grab at his hand, sucking each finger clean, all while staring up at him like an angel. “Maybe you can make sweet love to me in that little bed?”

You didn’t even care that Ransom lived at the fucking garage. Ransom could have been anybody, and he chose to be a nobody. This pissed Chris off even more. You should already have been in his bed. You were his, and yet just another thing Ransom had stolen from him.

You swing your arms down, letting the cars rush past you, and solemnly walk back to the crowd. You didn’t know how you were going to tell Ransom. You were both adults though. Both of you were not careful. Both of you participated each time that you had fucked. But those tests did not lie. Every single one. All of them with the same result.

You wanted the baby, and wanted Ransom. And you weren’t sure if you could have both.

“Luck, what’s wrong?” Chris steps up behind you, and you flinch a moment. You know he wasn’t happy with how you didn’t return his calls, but you were — preoccupied. “Lucky?”

“Nothing,” but your lip trembles. “It’s fine.”

“Fine doesn’t make you cry at a race.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be patrolling?” Chris taps a police scanner, “Oh,” he holds up a partially smoked joint, and you decline without hesitation, causing Chris’ brows to raise.

“Since when did you stop smoking? I thought that was how you can stand to be around that prick.”

“Don’t say that,” your eyes look out into the distance, barely able to hear the rumble of the cars anymore. “I love him.”

“That came from nowhere,” the distaste was heavy on his tongue. You may love Ransom, but Ransom saw you as an easy lay. Someone that didn’t want to argue about having to sleep at a garage to stay with him. “You don’t even know him.”

“I do. I know him more than you think. He’s…he’s not like you assume. Not when it’s just us,” Ransom was the opposite of what everyone else saw. He was gentle, patient, kind, funny, and so loving. He never even wanted his hands off of you.

“Oh, you mean he doesn’t want to fuck you in a car, while there’s a crowd of people around you.”

You scoff. Chris didn’t fully understand. He couldn’t. He was rarely around the two of you. He stayed away, and when he was around it was just him glaring at Ransom. “Wow. You’re acting like they were surrounding the car and watching Ransom and me fuck. They weren’t even paying us any goddamn mind. I guess except you. What is you’re fucking deal?”

“He’s using you!” You shake your head, starting to walk away, but he grabs your wrist too hard. Not letting go of it. “Yes, he is. Letting everyone here know you’re off limits. He…Lucky you’re not even using protection. What happens if…” your breathing picks up, and finally, his hold loosens when your tears start back and your chest starts to heave.

“Oh my god. You’re pregnant. With…with his bastard.”

“My baby is not a bastard! You better shut your fucking mouth!”

“Luck, you can’t stay with him. You live in a studio apartment, and he lives in a room in a garage. You can’t raise a baby in either of those places. You know exactly what’s going to happen when you tell him,” he didn’t know what he was talking about. Chris was just feeding your worst fears. Ransom wouldn’t leave. Ransom would stay. He knew what unprotected sex was going to do.

“He’s gonna leave. He doesn’t want kids. You know how many times he told me he doesn't want kids?”

“Then maybe he shouldn’t have been coming inside of me. What is your problem? You — you don’t know anything.”

“I know Ransom. Just…let me be the daddy, if you need to keep it.”

“Had to add that ‘if’ in, huh? I’m keeping my baby. And I’m keeping Ransom. Thanks for the offer, Chris. Thanks for making a pregnant woman think the worst of her boyfriend. You know nothing about us. You think Ransom is winning all this money for dope? Why do you have to be such an asshole? I needed comfort tonight,” the roar of the cars returning. It wouldn’t be long until Ransom was beside you, and the two of you could talk.

“I just know how he is.”

“Did you know we found some land? Course you didn’t. You’re too busy being jealous. Chris, I like you. But I’m in love with him. I’m having his baby. And you can accept that or fuck off.”

“Luck, I don’t need you to hate me. I need you to know that the offer stands. I have stability with the police. I can offer you more than just this life,” with the headlights now visible you step away from Chris. You didn’t want to continue this. You wanted Ransom. You wanted to talk. Partying wasn’t for tonight.

“She’s pregnant,” Ransom slumps down in a chair in Chris’ office. “And I’m scared to death.”

“Because you don’t know how you’re going to break up with her?”

“What?” Ransom shakes his head, laughing at how uncomfortable this was. “No, we bought land. But I can’t build a house in such a short amount of time. I don’t have the money for that.”

“Unless you start selling,” Chris had long been trying to get Ransom to run for him. Said that he had the perfect avenue with the garage and the racing. Ransom wanted a relatively honest living. One that didn’t include drugs.

“No. I’m not doing that shit. I told you I wasn’t going to sell. I want an honest life at the garage, and extra cash from the racing. So much has been put back into the garage, and she gets it. Man, she’s perfect. I didn’t want kids, but one with her doesn’t sound bad at all. Are you kidding me? I can’t wait. I don’t care if we lived in a double wide trailer,” Chris rolls his eyes, settling back in his seat. “What?”

“A trailer?”

“They have nice trailers.”

“You could have money to build a house on your land.”

“I don’t deal in dope. I’ve got a kid coming. I can’t risk a felony charge for drug trafficking,” Chris starts to laugh, which only infuriates Ransom more. “You can’t guarantee just because you’re a fucking cop that I won’t get caught. I’m not running drugs. I’d rather ask my parents for money than risk losing my child and her. You know she wouldn’t stay with me. Luck is the real deal. She won’t stand by me if I’m arrested.”

Ransom pulls a box out of his pocket, opening it up and he stares lovingly at the ring. It wasn’t the most expensive, wasn’t even a real diamond. But he knew it was going to be beautiful on your finger, “She deserves something real. This was less than three hundred bucks, and at Walmart. I have to pick and choose. I’m going to do right by them. And our money is now towards a place to live.”

Ransom doesn’t say anything more, only stands up to leave, “Don’t come at me with that offer again. You need to get out of that shit, too.”

Ransom always had everything figured out. Knew how to steal his girl. Knew how to make extra money without risk of a felony. Knew how to change his mind to make a girl stay. Chris hated how everything came so easy to that fucking prick. He hated him. He hated Hugh Ransom Drysdale.

Chris takes a long toke of his joint as he stares at yours and Ransom’s trailer. Every light in the house was off. It is quiet. Serene. The only thing visible was Gracie’s night light casting pictures on the ceiling. He pulls out his phone, “They’re all there,” hanging up quickly, and settles back in his seat. Front row to Ransom’s worst nightmare.

You stir in your sleep. Your hand drifts up and down Ransom’s chest. “Shh, go back to sleep, darling,” Ransom mumbles, giving you a soft kiss on your head. He wraps an arm around you, holding you tight against him, “Love you, my Lucky charm.”

“I love you, Ran,” your voice is already getting heavier as the sleep takes you over again. You never wanted to miss a night sleeping next to him. Having his boxers so low that his groomed hair was poking out the top. Ransom was the best thing that had ever happened to you.

The team surrounds your home, someone stationed at every door, and every window. The master bedroom was to the east side of the house, and not a peep was coming from the room.

You jolt up in bed as the doors break in. Standing up trying to get to Gracie’s room before something hard hits you on the chest, “Stay the fuck down!”

“You get your hands off her!” Ransom screams as a police officer slams him face down on the floor. Tears fill his eyes as he watches you immobile. Hit so hard that they knocked the breath out of you. “Let her go! Lucky! Luck, darling, are you breathing. My god, she’s trying to get our daughter,” Ransom’s tears turn to rage when he hears Gracie’s terrified scream. “Let her get our baby!”

“Mommy!”

“She can’t breathe!” You finally gasp for air. Gaining more strength when you hear her voice again. “Let her go!” She needs you. She sounds so scared, and you can’t move. Could barely breathe. Struggling to say her name. You need your baby.

“Mr. Drysdale, do you have any weapons in the house?”

“Gracie,” you croak out. “Please, let me get my daughter. She’s crying.”

“She’s fine,” the officer screams in your ear, and then Gracie is able to run past someone. Seeing you on the floor, and screams, reaching for you. “Calm the child down!”

“She’s scared. She’s a baby! Please. Please!”

“If you let them go, I leave without a fight. There’s guns in the closet safe, along with some cash. Just let them go!” The officer holding Ransom down nods to your captor, and they release you, and you dash towards Gracie. Grabbing her up and pressing her close to your body, trying to soothe her tears.

“Ransom Drysdale, you’re under arrest for drug trafficking. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law,” you stare horrified as they lift him up to his feet. Cuffing his hands behind his back, and pushing him out the door.

“Daddy! Where are you taking my daddy! No! Daddy.”

“You have the right to have an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you by the court,” they push his head into the car, but his eyes stay in front of him. Face as hard as stone.

“Can I get him some clothes?” You ask, still holding Gracie close to you. “He’s just wearing boxers. H-h-he needs shoes.”

“Mrs. Drysdale…”

“Let me get him some clothes, please? He’s been arrested for…for what?”

“Did you know anything about your husband’s drug running?”

“I-I-I…” you look out to the police cruiser, remembering the words that Ransom said, “I’m not speaking without a lawyer. Let me get him some clothes. And let — god, can our daughter see him for a second? Sh-sh-she’s scared, and you…you took her daddy.”

“Get him some clothes,” the officer says, following you into the bedroom where they were ripping everything apart. Sleep still addled your brain, and this was quickly becoming overwhelming. Your home was being destroyed right before your very eyes.

“Oh god. What…what are you doing?”

“Do you have somewhere else to go tonight?” Snapping his fingers, the other officers stop their search. Pointing over to the closet. Even what you grab out for Ransom to wear is heavily searched. Pockets pulled out, and shoes looked into before they give them back to you. “Ma’am, your home is going to be searched, do you have somewhere else to go?”

“Can I pack us a suitcase?”

“No.”

“What about her nightlight, and doll?’

“No.”

Dammit. “Can you get us some fucking shoes then? My god, what is going on?”

“Where are you going?”

“To Harlan Thrombey’s. Can I go see Ransom now?” Still an officer stays with you as you walk clothes out to Ransom. “Baby?”

“Tell Harlan to call my lawyer the minute you get in. Don’t talk to anybody. Don’t let anyone but Harlan and mom be alone with Gracie. Not even Chris,” you nod your head. You didn’t want to ask too many questions, because Ransom wouldn’t answer. “Baby girl, daddy is going to be away for a while.”

Gracie shakes her head no, reaching for her dad, “No,” you were getting about fucking tired of that word.

“Daddy! Daddy, don’t leave me. I get scared at bed time without you.”

“Gracie, you be good for mommy, and gramma, and Pappy, okay?” Gracie’s face scrunches up tightly. Tears pour down her face, still reaching for him. “Daddy will be back. No matter what, daddy loves you and mommy.”

“Daddy, no! Daddy, I’m scared!” The officer slams the door, separating you and Gracie from him, and he gives the top a tap, as it starts to roll away. “Daddy! I need my daddy! No, gimme my daddy back!”

“Ma’am, I suggest you and your daughter go somewhere else tonight.”

“Can you not…god, I have a studio with expensive camera equipment.”

“It’s all being seized,” he walks away from you, and you watch horrified as figures discard items in your home. You couldn’t watch this anymore. Couldn’t calm Gracie down.

Chris takes his final hit of the roach before tossing it onto the ground. Smiling to himself as he backs his car off your property. Ransom didn’t win this time. Finally he was getting what was owed to him. And finally Chris was going to get what always belonged to him. You. And now Ransom was almost out of the way. And there would only be you.

His. You were always his.

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Sam Wilson ✨

Clubs and things by @samwilsonsbabymama

Sam Wilson x Reader

Heat by @fluffyprettykitty

Sam Wilson x female reader (no other specifications)

Naughty list by @lunarbuck

Sam Wilson x f!reader (any race)

Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers ✨

Ready to comply by @navybrat817

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Lee Bodecker ✨

Your guilty pleasure by @sweeterthanthis

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Bucky Barnes ✨

Sunrise by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

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Red, white and you by @breakablebarnes

DILF! Bucky x MILF! reader

Marked by @jadedvibes

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Wrapped in red by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

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Steve Rogers ✨

Tomorrowland by @onsunnyside

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Spoils of war by @navybrat817

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Sick little games by @cockslutpadalecki

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Soldier Boy ✨

Fangirl crush by @targaryenvampireslayer

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Lloyd Hansen & Nick Fowler ✨

Flying dirty by @jobean12-blog

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Andy Barber ✨

Innocent by @jadedvibes

Andy Barber x reader

Off the clock by @straywords

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Ari Levinson ✨

We'll get there by @worksby-d

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Together forever by @syntheticavenger

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please more chris and diane!!!!

pairing: bar owner destroyer!chris x reader

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

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

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

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

     - And the bar is still open?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    - Does that make you feel better? Does it? 

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

    - You know what? Fuck you, Chris!

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

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

(...)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   - A very busy lady, aren’t ‘ya?

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

   - Can’t promise anything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   - LIKEWISE! 

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

   - I have to go back to New York.

   - You probably should.

   - Yes, I should. 

   - Drive safe.

   - I will. 

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan/reader #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan/you #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan/y/n #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan au #au!sebastian stan #destroyer!chris #destroyer chris

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Stranger 7

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Destroyer!Chris

Summary: A stranger buys the farmstead nearby and disturbs your sleepy village life.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You don’t really have to ask. Chris stays for dinner. It’s just another way for him to taunt you. That’s what he’s doing, isn’t it? And why? Because you ran away? Because you didn’t want to sit with him at the cafe? You’re shy, that’s all it is. It was never meant to be an insult.

You offer to cook dinner as your grandmother stays out on the porch and swings. You can hear them talking but try to block out their words. You want this night to be over but you know even then, it’s not the end. You can’t believe she would just send you off with him on a date. A stranger!

You put the chicken in the oven and peel potatoes to boil. You hear the front door and footsteps but they climb the stairs instead of coming to you. Maybe he’s looking for the bathroom. You hear the swing squeaking as your grandmother sways, the frame knocking against the house now and again.

You rinse off the skinned potatoes and set them aside, drying off your hands as you peer at the ceiling. You haven’t heard the pipes at all. You put the dishcloth lazily on the counter and tiptoe out to the bottom of the stairs. What is he doing?

You turn away but halt. You face the staircase again and cautiously climb. The bathroom door is wide open and dark. Beside it, your bedroom door is lit up and half-shut. You creep down and as you near, you see Chris standing at the open drawer of your dresser. You place your palm against the wood and inch open the door.

“What are you doing?” You ask but he doesn’t flinch as he carelessly tosses your underwear drawer. “Hey, that’s private–”

He takes out your journal and as you lunge to grab it, he raises it beyond your reach. You collide with him as he faces you and he chuckles. Why is he being so mean?

“Please,” you beg, “don’t–”

“Relax,” he says, “I’m not gonna read it.” He lowers it and taps the flimsy metal lock, “I just wanna get to know you and since you don’t like to talk so much…” he offers the diary and you snatch it away, “I gotta go off clues…”

“I’m sorry, I’m just… shy,” you shrug. “Really, I never meant to make you so mad–”

“I’m not mad,” he turns back to the drawer and pulls out a pair of your plain white cotton panties, “hmm,” he stretches the elastic, “you don’t needa bother with these on our date.” He drops them back into the pile, “doesn’t look like you got anything sexier.”

You blink. Sexier?

“Please,” you sniffle again.

“You got your manners on nice now, don’t you?” he scoffs and slides the drawer shut.

“I never–”

He holds up a finger to hush you. You snap your mouth shut as he turns to the room and crosses his arms. He tilts his head as he takes it in.

“I’m doing you a favour,” he strides forward, approaching the portrait of Bo Peep and her lamb on the wall; the same picture that’s hung there for decades, “it’s about time you grew up.”

You look down shamefully. It’s not like you don’t try. You do. But when you go out and do anything you just trip up on your words and make a fool of yourself. Just like you did with him. You’re just a screw up. Maybe if he realised that, he’d leave you alone.

“I gotta finish dinner,” you back up slowly as you watch him touch the foot of the bed, leaning his weight into the mattress.

“Good girl,” he praises without looking up, dragging his palm over the quilt.

You shudder and swallow, spinning before you lose your nerve. You hurry out, hugging your diary close, and clatter down the stairs. You tuck your diary under the sink and go back to the strainer of potatoes. It’s all your fault. You led the big bad wolf right to your door.

🍎

Dinner goes about as well as you expect. You don’t say much as Chris and your grandma carry much of the conversation; most of it about you. She tells him you never had very many friends as you shrink down and he grins at you. There’s a glint in his dark pupils that sends a shiver through you.

To your relief, he excuses himself after supper and heads off to get his truck from town. Right before your grandma can dive into the story about the Spring Festival and your disastrous teenage folly. He doesn’t part without a promise glance in your direction and a reminder of your date.

You clean up as your grandmother yammers on about it all. He’s such a wonderful man. So good looking. Lynette won’t believe this. Oh, Molly might have five already but you might just be next. That last suggestion makes you want to vomit.

“I’m gonna go to bed,” you extract yourself.

She agrees only because her own exhaustion tugs at her eyes and forces a yawn from her chest. You help her upstairs and ask her if she needs anything else. She swats you away as she digs in her nightstand for her pillbox.

“You know, a man like that could really help,” she says as you reach the doorway, “he must have a nice nest egg if he’s bought the old Clyde lot.”

You hold back your remonstrance. A pang of guilt jabs in your chest. You can’t blame her for thinking it. You need money and her social security should be stretched so thin. She earned it, not you.

“I’ll go to the pharmacy tomorrow,” you say as her pill bottle rattles, “I forgot.”

“Oh yes, the pharmacy,” she titters, “say hello to Chris for me, won’t ya, hon.”

You nod and leave her, pulling her door just an inch from the frame. You tramp down the hall to your room and sigh as you enter. You won’t just be going to the pharmacy, you’ll be looking for a job. Again. Who knows, maybe there’ll be an opening at the grocery store? Or you can check the pinboard outside the church.

You sit on the side of your bed and nearly choke. You can smell him rippling off of your bedding, the faint scent of cedar and sweat. Even if you do find something, it won’t get rid of him.

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

[navybrat817]

How are the motocross boys doing? I miss them!

I thought everyone forgot about them, nonnie! ❤️ My own fault. I haven't shown them love lately. So what are they up to?

Jake is trying to work up the courage to propose to Lucky.

Ari is going to bring dinner to Sweetart's place and may even spend the night.

Hal is in the midst of setting up a simple yet romantic date for Belle.

Bucky will have to help you work through some of your emotions when your ex shows up in town.

Curtis has to work through his own emotions and yours when tragedy strikes.

Steve needs to take you out! And it better be nice because Curtis isn't afraid to hit him.

Chris may or may not be at the next race and that worries you.

I love how some of those answers only raise more questions. 😂

Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat answers #character ask #jake jensen #ari levinson #bucky barnes #curtis everett #steve rogers #hal carter #destroyer!chris #dialed in au #motocross!jake jensen #motocross!ari levinson #motocross!bucky barnes #motocross!curtis everett #motocross!steve rogers #motocross!hal carter #mechanic!destroyer!chris #loser and lucky #beast and sweetart #cowboy and belle #hothead and spitfire #champ and daisy #rusty and princess #blue and kitten #sweet nonnie #sending love ❤️ #asks are always appreciated #future fics #dialed in: motocross au

[likeahorribledream]

For my new bikerverse we have:

Bucky Barnes

Chris:

Nomad Steve:

And Ari:

They will each have a love story of their own with different OFCs! With different tropes 🤭

Who else do you want to see with these fine gentlemen?

Reminder that it doesn’t have to be a Chris or Seb character. I’m open to all suggestions 😁

#bucky barnes #steve rogers #nomad Steve #nomad Steve rogers #beefy Bucky barnes #beefy Bucky #destroyer chris #destroyer!chris #ari levinson #bikerverse #biker series

[sebastiansluts]

Please please please a part 2 to that delicious destroyer chris imagine you wrote where his cock is so sensitive and swollen and he cums so easily.

Destroyer Chris x Reader; extra sensitive cock, excessive coming, overstimulation, oral m receiving, vaginal sex, cockwarming

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

“Wanna try somethin’ different tonight pretty girl,” Chris murmured in your ear, the two of you sitting on the couch, the house empty for once. You were laying with your head in his lap, his hand stroking your hair. You sat up, grinning at Chris as you turned to face him. 

“C’mere,” Chris said, grabbing you by your waist and lifting you until you were on his lap, straddling him. You bit your lip, grinding down onto his bulge, Chris shuddering as it swelled, already sensitive. 

“Yeah? Y’want me on top tonight baby?” you asked, rocking back and forth along his bulge, his dick growing until it was straining the zipper of his pants. 

“Wait, wait, lemme- fuck, I can’t, oh jesus that feels better,” Chris groaned as he undid his button and the zipper pulled down itself, his hard cock poking out of his boxers, tip already red and leaking. 

You licked your lips, sitting back on Chris’ thighs and bending until you could lick a stripe up the vein on the underside of his cock. Chris moaned and precum dripped onto his boxers. You licked up his cock, sucking lightly on the head and he spasmed, coming before he could warn you, but you were ready for it, swallowing it down and licking his tip clean. 

“Sh-shit baby, m’sorry! Fuck you look so good with my cum on your tongue,” Chris groaned and you flushed, his filthy mouth still managing to make you blush. “C’mon pretty girl, want you sittin’ on my dick next time I come.”

You nodded quickly, standing up and dropping your sweats and panties, clambering back onto Chris’ lap and raising your dripping pussy above his dick. His hands were tight on your hips, helping you stay up, then he began pulling you down, the head of his dick bumping against your entrance before catching and slipping in. 

You moaned immediately, his size always a lot at first, but you relished the burn, forcing your hips down faster, Chris’ eyes widening. 

“Baby wait, can’t- too fast,” he moaned, burying his face in your chest, hands clenching and releasing on your hips as he came. You giggled, holding his mostly shaved head against you, grinning when you were able to slide down another few inches thanks to the cum filling you. 

Chris gasped, biting down on your tit as he bottomed out, your ass against his thighs. You yelped, clenching around his dick and Chris cried out, breathing heavily as he tried to compose himself. 

“This what y’wanted baby?” you asked him, trying to roll your hips, but he grabbed you harder, forcing you still. 

“Fuck, p-please pretty girl, needta fill you up again and again, can ya do that baby, can you let me?” Chris asked desperately, blue eyes shining, and you smiled, it turning into a smirk as you leaned forwards, his eyes pleading with you, as you captured his lips with yours. 

“M’all yours Chris,” you murmured between kisses and he groaned low in his throat, dragging you up off his dick until just the tip was in, then you slammed down onto his lap, a higher pitched groan escaping him as he came immediately, your cunt milking his dick until he was nearly babbling.

“Fuckfuckfuck shitfuck p-pretty girl, d-drain me baby, please, drain me and- and take it all, f-fill you up,” Chris said mindlessly, barely even noticing when you started rocking in his lap, grinding your clit against his pelvic bone. 

“C’mon Chris, c’mon fill me up, just like you said, you can take some more right? Need to fill me up til I’m bursting, gimme it all baby,” you whispered in his ear, and he cried out raggedly, his hips jerking beneath you, rutting into your pussy with desperation. 

“M’gonna- m’gonna make you mine forever,” Chris groaned, and you gasped, his dick hitting that place inside you. Now you rut back against him, rolling your hips again and again until you were screaming your release. 

You could feel Chris coming again, dripping out of you along with your slick, making a mess of his boxers. You couldn’t bring yourself to care, riding your high and giggling when you saw him almost passed out beneath you. You thought about moving, but as his dick stayed partially hard inside you, you stayed where you were, cunt lightly pulsing. You put your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes, smiling to yourself as you felt his dick twitch, pulsing one last time into you as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in. He moaned softly as you sank into him, pressing his lips to your temple. 

“Mmm my pretty girl, don’ move. Jus’ stay here,” Chris mumbled, half asleep and trying to go all the way. You grinned and kissed his neck, his breath hitching, before you closed your eyes and just relaxed.

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

[dreamlessinparis]

In the Dead of Night

Pairing: Trucker!Destroyer!Chris x F!Reader

Word Count: 3087

Summary: The late night shift at the gas station quickly turns into a night you can’t forget when a handsome trucker shows up. 

Warning: explicit sexual content, nicknames, praise, rough dirty bathroom sex, shy reader, edging, mirror sex, degradation, just downright filthy, pwp, cumplay, biting, choking, possessive Chris, his damn rings,

A/N: I don’t know what to say for myself about this story. Purely just wanted to fill my fantasy of having Chris have dirty sex with me at a truck stop. Honestly anywhere really, haha.  Thank you to my fellow Destroyer Chris hoe @sweeterthanthis for reading it over for me, you’re the best. All mistakes are my own. 

if you’re a minor, please DNI!

Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)

You checked the clock for the umpteenth time, barely half past three. The night shifts were the worst, nothing fun ever happened, and it felt like time stood still. You never understood why they'd even built a truck stop on this road.

Most truckers tended to stop here during the day, preferring to rest at the larger stop a few miles up the road at night. More amenities. You let out a loud huff and rested your head on your hand, bored out of your mind.

The rumbling of a truck pulling in made you straighten up. You hoped the guy who came in wasn't an asshole. That was another thing that made you uneasy about being alone on the night shift. Your fingers skimmed over the cool metal of the gun beneath the counter, the object giving you some relief. The need to defend yourself was strong every time you worked this shift.

 A chime of the bell on the door made you look up and you forgot how to breathe for a moment.

The man who walked in was fucking gorgeous. Tattoos adorned his buff, sculpted arms, his denim vest was sleeveless and the pants he wore were hugging him like a second skin. He looked up and his blue-grey eyes were sharp, but they had a softness to them. 

He ran his hand over his close-shaven head and began to approach the counter.

“Good evening," his voice was deep and raspy, shooting straight to your core. It took you a moment to realize he had spoken and was now staring at you, amused. You cussed beneath your breath, giving him a sheepish smile.

“What can I do for you?” 

He gave you a side smile, "could you direct me towards the bathroom?" The smile made his gruff appearance even more attractive and, once again, you couldn’t find words. Instead, you pointed towards the back. He chuckled lowly and followed your lead. You would be lying if you said you weren’t checking out his ass when he walked away. Fuck, he was sex on legs, and you were turned on just by his presence. You began to wipe down the counter, anything to distract your mind from wandering to the hot man.

A thought crossed your mind and you bit your lip, pondering whether you were brave enough. You weren’t, it wasn’t anything you could convince yourself to do. Instead you thought it would be better to hide in the back until he was gone. Or at least until he rang the bell for attention. Maybe keep an eye on the cameras to make sure he didn’t take anything. 

Heading to the back, you nervously pulled at your fingers. You weren't paying attention to your surroundings, the bargaining still feuding in your head. Rounding the corner to the bathroom hall, you ran smack into a hard flesh wall. Hands grabbed your upper arms and you pressed your palms against his chest. 

“Fuck I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention," you quickly apologized, looking up at him. He was so close that you could smell the tobacco and leather scent clinging to him. You literally fought the urge to lean in and inhale.

"No problem, sweetheart. Are you alright?"

"Yes, yes I'm good. Thank you Mr.." you trailed off, realizing you knew nothing about this man. The man you’d come back here, planning to proposition.

“Call me Chris,” he replied, releasing you, and taking a step back. It made you sad to not be near him and you wanted to step closer.

"Chris," you repeated, trying out the name. He let out a hum, his eyes seeming to darken.

“Say it again." The commanding tone made you shiver, warmth pooling in your abdomen. You swallowed nervously but did as you were told, repeating his name.

"Good girl," he snarled and his hand grabbed your throat, using you as leverage to push back through the bathroom door, shutting it behind him. He had you backed up against the sink before he leant down to claim your mouth. Not kiss, claim. Chris' mouth was hard and possessive, his tongue pushing past your lips to taste you.

The rings on his hand, cool against your heated skin, dug into your throat. You didn't care, too focused on his lips on yours; his body pressed up against you. Moaning as you felt him hardening against your stomach. 

Chris grabbed you by the waist, and with a good grip, lifted you onto the edge of the sink.

“You're so soft," Chris groaned, nipping at your bottom lip, "bet you taste like a sweet peach."

You avoided eye contact, feeling your face heat up. It wasn't a common thing for anyone to talk to you like this. Rare even. Men didn't usually worry about anything but their own pleasure. "Would you like that, sweetheart? Will you let me taste you?''

One hand still tight around your throat, the other trailing down between your legs and cupping your mound. You whimpered, grabbing onto his biceps, muscles flexing beneath your touch. Your hips rolled forward trying to convey your need. When he didn't budge, you went further. "Please Chris, I need more."

Chris kissed you once before beginning his descent down your throat. He moved his hand from your neck, resting it on your hip. 

Teasing you with the finger he was gliding over your clothed core, he began to map out your skin with his soft lips. He bit down on your pulse point, sucking on the sore spot. "Hell, I have to warn you, little dove, once l I get a taste of you, then you're mine. I won't be able to let a sweet thing like you go."

You choked on your spit, shocked by his words. "W-what?" Chris' head popped up, his eyes nearly black.

“What's wrong? You don't want to be mine?"

"I do. I do, I swear," you repeated, "but are you sure?”

Instead of answering, he grabbed you by the back of the head, smashing his lips to yours. Despite his roughness, there was a strange softness to his touch. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing up into the kiss. Making out with someone was usually a hassle but with Chris, it was intoxicating, like a drug, and you never wanted to stop.

Alas, Chris pulled away, chuckling at your pout. 

"You wanted more, darling. I'm going to give you more.“

He dropped down to his knees, using his large hands to spread you open. His hands made haste of your zipper and began tugging the jeans down as you lifted your hips to help him out. They were quickly tossed aside, his arms wrapped around your thighs, pulling you further forward.

You grabbed the porcelain edge. Knuckles tightening as he leaned in, taking a deep inhale, running his nose down over your panties. Chris let out an animalistic snarl, not hesitating to pull aside the lace and lick a broad stripe up your folds. "Fuck," you moaned.

That first taste seemed to ignite a flame in him and he dove in ravenously. It was hard to keep quiet, not that you had to. There was no one around to hear you. He pulled back, face glistening with your slick. 

Chris licked his lips, looking up at you."Oh dove, you're sweet like honey. I want to wake up between these thighs every morning"

You nodded rapidly, too lost in your bliss to truly hear him. You grabbed his head, pulling him closer. He chuckled but gladly obliged, and returned to his feast. The minute he released his hold on your thighs, they wrapped around his head like a boa constrictor. You weren't sure if he could breathe. Yet he didn't seem to care. In fact, he was too focused on ruining you. One of his hands slid beneath your t-shirt, cupping your breast. He managed to pull the cup down enough to grab a nipple, rolling it roughly between his fingers. Your head fell back, a loud moan erupting out of you. Waves of pleasure raced through your veins, yet you hadn't even climaxed yet. Chris managed to spread your thighs enough to lift his head.

He reached up, holding his fingers to your lips. There was a silent command in the motion and you opened your mouth, allowing him to push them in. You sucked on them, using your tongue to coat them fully. Satisfied, Chris pulled them free, and with his eyes searing into yours, he leant down to kiss your clit, suckling on it lewdly. Using this distraction, he pushed his fingers into you. With his expertly curled fingers and flicking tongue, he quickly brought you crashing down like a tidal wave. So hard that it knocked the breath out of you, legs locking around his head again. Chris watched you fall apart above him, savoring everything you gave him. Your hand dragged through his short hair as you tried to catch your breath.

Everything after that happened so quickly. Clothes were discarded and you were turned around, bent forward over the sink. You could see yourself in the mirror, your eyes bright, sweat clinging to your brow. You looked absolutely debauched and it embarrassed you in a way until you saw the ravenous way Chris was watching the heaving swell of your breasts, the bite marks decorating your cleavage. You felt yourself getting even more turned on. His fingers traced up your spine, coming to wrap around your throat. His right hand reaching up to knead a breast. "So fucking beautiful."

"Thank you," you preened, trying to match his energy. You were not as brazen as he was, but you wanted to convey how you felt. "You're so handsome. It's kind of unfair."

Chris chuckled at your words.

 “You’re cute," he used the hand on your throat to pull you back to kiss you. "Did I make you feel good?''

 "Yes, I've never felt anything like this." He hummed in approval, kissing you again. He turned your head so you were looking in the mirror.

"Get used to it, little dove, because you're mine now," Chris promised. You felt his cock nudging through your folds, notching into your soaked hole. You gasped. His tip was enough to make the stretch burn, yet it felt so good. "Yours, all yours." The words fell from your lips softly.

"Good girl. Now I want you to watch as I fuck you. Eyes open darling, otherwise I'll stop."

You nodded, watching him through the mirror. He shifted his hold to the back of your neck, and the other to your hip. His grip tight as he slowly pushed in. You bit your lip, enjoying the way he filled you up. His shaft throbbing against your silky walls. Hesitantly, you rolled your hips back, meeting his movement. Chris pulled out a bit and pushed back in, and together you built up a steady rhythm. 

He fucked you fast and hard, making your eyes want to roll back. But you fought to keep them focused on him. Chris grabbed a handful of hair, tugging your head back as he rammed into you.

"Ah fuck, Chris! Right there," you screamed. You kept your eyes on him the best you could; breasts bouncing with every thrust. It felt so good; in fact, nothing had ever felt better. Maybe the night shift wasn't so bad.

"Yeah baby, you like that?" Chris grunted, "Should I fill you up? Stuff that pretty cunt?"

"Please," you whined, your grip tightening on the sink basin.

"You're mine," Chris bent forward, hips never faltering as he kissed your neck and shoulders. Continuing along your upper back. His lips found your ear. "I'm going to fill you up until it's dripping out of you. Make you feel me even when I'm gone."

"I want it," you begged, "so badly. Please".

Chris licked the shell of your ear, sucking on the lobe. The hand on your hip reaching down towards your tummy until he found your clit and began rubbing small, furious circles - the coil in your core ready to snap. You were so close, repeating his name like a prayer.

He kept whispering soft praises in your ear and your body was reacting as if they were the secrets to unlocking your desires. "Look at you," his voice in your ear rough and breathless. He used the grip on your hair to shift you closer to the mirror so you were eye to eye with yourself, "taking me so well and loving every second of it. My pretty little slut."

You watched his reflection, the feral way his eyes lit up, grabbing your hip tighter and using it to slam into you even deeper. "Chris, " you moaned, your eyes fluttering shut. You could feel him in your stomach, the hard porcelain pushing against the right spots enhancing the feeling.

And then it all stopped. Your eyes flew open and you could tell you were in trouble.

"Greedy slut. Can't even follow directions. What did I tell you, darling?"

"Eyes open," you stuttered out, hoping your answer would appease him. He nodded slowly, pulling you back until you were firm to his chest.

"And you didn't listen. I thought you were my good girl," He said in a slow, calculated tone. You grabbed the hand on your hip, guiding it to your throat. You wanted him to know you were still his good girl. At this point, you'd do anything for him. 

"I am,” you whined, “it just felt too good and it was hard to keep them open."

"Oh yeah? I made you feel that good baby?" You nodded quickly, filling with pride when he smiled at you. "In that case, I'm going to give you a chance to make it up to me." Chris pulled out, leaving you empty. Your pussy clenched around nothing and the urge to beg was so strong. He turned you around, seating you up on the ledge. "you're going to take everything I give you like a dirty little whore," Chris' tone left no room to argue. Obediently you just nodded. He hooked his arms beneath your knees, spreading you wide. “my dirty little whore.”

The next thing you knew, he slammed back in. You screamed, your palm slapped at the mirror behind, hands grasping to cling onto it. Chris thrusted into you in fast, rough strokes and ducked down to give your breast some attention. Biting down on your left nipple, he tugged it out before kitten licking it to soothe the pain. You couldn't focus on anything, the only thing that mattered was him. Chris' hips never faltered, and you clenched down when he bit down hard on the top of your left breast. A loud wail came from you, Chris smirking at your reaction.

Everything was starting to blur, your whole body was overwhelmed, and your head fell back, hitting the mirror behind you. The pressure building up already. Chris grunted, and pulled the right nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. Eyes never leaving your face. 

He moaned and you felt him tense up moments before you felt the first spurts of cum. Chris kept fucking you, nudging your cervix and burying his spend so deep in you. "Feel you fluttering around me. Bet you love me filling you up, don't you?" He groaned and leaned in for a kiss, "How does it feel?" 

"Full," you panted, "I want it all."

"So greedy, " Chris teased, continuing to pump his hips, and without warning he pulled out, spreading the last of the white substance over your folds. You had been so close to climaxing and part of you expected him to rub the cum over your clit, strum you to orgasm. But he didn't, instead, he gathered the last of the cum off his cock and held it to your lips.

You licked his fingers before fully sucking on them. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes as he watched you. Almost like he was wanting you to whine and complain. Maybe he wanted to punish you. Instead of frightening you, the thought made you even wetter.

"Stuffed so full, it's dripping out," he noted as he pushed any that escaped back in with his other hand, "You wanna cum, dove?" Languidly pumping his fingers inside you, stroking your sweet spot. The faded pressure ignited again, and you nodded, whimpering around his fingers.

Chris brought you right to the edge and then stopped. You groaned, pleading silently. He pulled out, shaking his head, "bad girls don't deserve to cum." 

He pressed his fingers down on your tongue, forcing your mouth open until your tongue was out. He moved his hand to your chin, gripping it tightly. You watched him come closer. Chris spat in your mouth, and you jolted for a moment, shocked. "Swallow baby, show me you can be good again. My good girl," he praised, thumb stroking your cheek.

You'd never swallowed anything faster before in your life, opening up wide to show him. He didn't say anything but there was a proud glint in his eye, making you feel excited. Chris grabbed your panties, dragging them up your legs. "I want you to spend the rest of your shift full of me," he whispered, his voice full of lust as he watched your cunt one last time before covering you up, and kissing your panty-clad pussy, "Got it?"

"Got it," you agreed.

Quickly getting dressed, the two of you left the bathroom. The outside looked as dead as it was before. Nothing changed even though your whole world had.

Dread flooded you as you realized he was about to leave, and you began to try to find ways to convince him not to.

Why exactly you weren't sure. He was a trucker. Obviously, he wasn't from here, he couldn't stay.

Chris kept silent, heading straight for the counter. Leaning against it, he pulled out his phone. He typed something and turned back to you, holding out the device. "Put your phone number in."

You quickly typed it in and saw him taking off his denim vest. "Here you go ."

"Good girl." He placed the vest over your shoulders, "I'll text you later and I expect a photo when you get off."

"Of what?" You asked naively. Confused even more when he stepped forward, lips hovering close to yours. 

"Of my cum still leaking out of my pretty pussy." 

And with a final hard, yet brief kiss, he unlocked the door and left.

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Here's the first rec list of 2023!! Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Happy reading 🔥

Bucky Barnes ✨

Cordially invited by @navybrat817

Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Female Reader

Dress you up in my love by @jobean12-blog

Bucky x reader

Thin ice by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy Biker!Bucky x Reader

Adventures in babysitting by @navybrat817

Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Relax by @kinanabinks

Nerd!Frat!Bucky x Reader

There's really a wolf by @flordeamatista

DBF!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Mafia!Princess Reader

Ravenous by @navybrat817

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Good peach by @wndalovebot

bucky barnes x afab!reader

Picture perfect by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Bucky Barnes x reader

Peaches and cream by @angrythingstarlight

Baker!Bucky

Covet by @labella420

Dark!Mob! Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Vodka on the rocks by @kinanabinks

Bestfriend!Bucky f!reader

A little help by @mavsstar

DBF!Roomate!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Forever by @callingsergeantbarnes

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader 

Eddie Munson ✨

Chefs kiss by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

She drives me crazy by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Made for lovin' you by @beefybuckrrito

Eddie Munson x fem!reader (any race)

One hot ticket by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Wicked games by @honeystevie

Steve Rogers x Asian!reader

Tonight by @springdandelixn

Husband!Steve x Fem!Reader

Run rabbit run / trapped in a tangled web / mistaken identity by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Steve x F!Reader

Colin Shea ✨

Maybe in the meantime by @rebel-stardust

Colin Shea x female reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Good for you by @flordeamatista

DBF!Ari Levinson x Reader

Little fears by @onsunnyside

Biker!Ari Levinson x naive!reader (biker x baker au)

Solve the riddle by @geminixevans-stan

Retired Pornstar!Ari Levinson x Black!Reader

Our last summer by @summerofsnowflakes

DBF!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader

Steve Harrington ✨

Unearned confidence by @sharpsapphic666

Steve Harrington x reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Pressure by @thornsnvultures

lee bodecker x plus size!fem!reader

Andy Barber ✨

Marked with my initial by @frostironfudge

Incubus!Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Sam Wilson ✨

Love you in a thousand ways by @targaryenvampireslayer

Sam Wilson x female reader

Multiple characters ✨

Late night visitor by @dreamlessinparis

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

The chase by @targaryenvampireslayer

Dark!alpha!Sam Wilson x female!omega reader x dark!alpha!Bucky Barnes

Three's a party by @traitorjoelite

stucky x reader

#fic rec #january fic rec #bucky barnes #eddie munson #steve rogers #colin shea #ari levinson #steve harrington #lee bodecker #andy barber #sam wilson #destroyer!chris