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sebastiansluts · 3 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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sweeterthanthis · 2 years

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Aww, would you look at that? Your new neighbor is getting a show.

Your boyfriend doesn't mind. He likes showing people you're his. 🔥

The Devil You Don't Know

Pairing: Destroyer!Chris x F!Reader x Dark!Nick Fowler (sorta 🤭)

Summary: Your husband loves to show you off. Little does he know, the new neighbour in town has far more in mind than just sitting back and enjoying the show.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dirty talk, mild possessiveness, male masturbation, mentions of infidelity, dark undertones, 18+.

Word Count: 850

A/N: It's been a while. Life has been crazy. Wanted to dip my toe back in the pool. Be kind. Thank you @navybrat817 for always knowing exactly how to destroy me! 💗

All my works are 18+. If you click the read more tab, you are agreeing that you are 18 or over, have read the warnings and take responsibility for your own media consumption. I do not consent to having my work translated or posted anywhere else.

“Come on, baby. You got another one for me?” Chris croons in your ear; one hand curled over your shoulder and the other gripping the nape of your neck. The sound of his flesh slapping against yours rings through the air, the window in front of you misting with every panting breath that escapes you. “I know you do. You’re still standing, aren’t you? Won’t stop pounding this pretty pussy ‘til you can’t hold yourself up anymore.”

Your fingers dig into the window ledge before you, forehead seeking out the cool relief of the glass. You don't remember how you got there. Just moments ago he was eating your cunt like his life depended on it on the couch. You know Chris enjoys showing you off. Everytime he takes you out you feel the pride that radiates from him when people see you on his arm. But this? This is entirely new.

“Think he’s jerking off, sweetheart? I bet he is. Poor guy’s probably sittin’ there wondering how good you feel.” All you can do is moan in response, catching two of his fingers between your teeth when his hand snakes up to toy with your mouth. You hum around his digits as they hook the inside of your cheek, allowing yourself to be tugged back against his chest. You whimper when his cock brushes that tender spot inside you, slurping on his fingers, drool seeping from your lips and dripping down onto the sturdy rings that adorn them. “You can be louder than that. Know you can. Let him hear you, baby. Let him hear how good I fuck my girl.”

Your eyes flit to the open window. If you weren’t so blissed out, you might be embarrassed. Bracing yourself, palms flat against the glass, you grind yourself back against him; humming in contentment when his free hand dips between your legs. You shiver at the feel of flesh-warmed metal against your clit, Chris’ fingers expertly working the sensitive nub, swiping back and forth at a torturously gentle pace.

“Chris,” you whine shamelessly, “need more. Faster. Please.”

“My fingers? Or my cock?” He taps your cunt with his palm, grinning against your shoulder and grazing the skin with his teeth. “Be more specific, baby. Use those big girl words for me.”

"Your cock." You cringe at the thought of your new neighbor being able to hear your pleas, but you could care less if it means you get to come on your husband's dick again tonight. “Fuck me harder. Make me come. Use me.”

Chris all but growls against your throat, his arm winding its way back around your waist, holding you tight as he pounds into your soaked, spent cunt mercilessly.

You can barely make out the outline of him in the window across the street, but you know he’s there. You know he watches you. Has done every night since Chris decided he was worthy of a sordid little show. You haven’t met him, and honestly, you’re not sure if you could face it if you happened to bump into him in the neighborhood. Not now that he’s seen you fall apart at the capable hands of your husband multiple times this week.

“Know why I let him watch, baby?” Chris asks, his voice husky and his breath hot against your ear. All you can do is shake your head, moaning loudly in time with each brutal thrust of his rigid cock into your cunt. “Let him watch because it gets me off knowin’ that other men wanna fuck my girl. Knowin’ that there isn’t a chance in hell that I’d let him. You’re mine. This is my pussy.”

“Yours,” you groan, feeling every inch of him and trembling when his hips grind against your ass with each firm, insistent thrust. “Only yours.”

Nick Fowler isn’t one to sit back and watch someone else take what he wants. Even if that possession happens to have been in someone else's hands before he even set eyes on it. He wasn’t exactly excited about moving into the shitty little neighborhood, but you? Well, you make it almost tolerable.

Laying low isn’t something he’s used to, but now that he has a little game to play? Well, he’s not as bored as he thought he’d be. He raises his glass to his lips and swallows down a heavy mouthful of scotch, tongue flattening against his palm when he licks at it and moves to wrap his hand around the meaty, throbbing dick standing to attention in his lap.

Nick Fowler only keeps his distance for so long, and soon enough he’ll have you exactly where he wants you.

Beneath him, clawing your nails down his back and crying out that he’s the best fuck you’ve ever had.

It won’t be the first marriage he’s ruined, but if you’re as soft and pliable as you look from afar, you’ll be holding his attention for a lot longer than the last.

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Sweet Cherry Pops, Part 1

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

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

Rating: explicit

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

Word Count: 2.8K

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Mr. Freezy Pops Masterlist

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Robert! Sundae is back here.”

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

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

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

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

“She’s not property.”

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

“Robert!”

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

“No.”

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

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

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

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

“Chewing on his rings.”

“Has his rings been in your fucking cunt?”

“Robert!” “Not recently.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shut up!”

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

“I don’t want just a piece of her!”

“No, you want to take my place!”

“I didn’t fucking say that!”

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

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

“Where are you going?”

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

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

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

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biteofcherry · 9 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#buckets-and-trees #Aspen gets a retaliation from me 😜#and though I don't write for this character at all something about that gif made me think of him #so here we are #destroyer chris x reader #destroyer chris x you #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan imagine #destroyer chris imagine #chris (destroyer) x reader #bucky barnes x reader #okay that tag is only because I don't know how to properly tag Chris from Destroyer fic #sorry

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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I have a request!!!!

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

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

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

By your big fan 🌝

18+ minors dni

Ex bucky x reader, destroyer chris x reader

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

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

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

Until.

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

He just can't see a future with you.

It's over.

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

She's not sweet like you.

Not patient like you.

Not loving like you.

Not beautiful like you.

She's not you.

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

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

He calls you for even when he shouldn't.

"Y/n..."

"What the fuck?!"

"I-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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buckgasms · 2 years

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Maximum Occupancy

This is absolute chaos and I don't even know what's going on anymore. I just had to get it out! Hope you enjoy ❤️‍🩹 Bucky has lost a bet in a poker game with his neighbours, so this is his solution......

Warnings: Dark!Fic (please exercise caution), dubcon, p in v, p in a, blowies, handcuffs, rough, petnames, forced exhibitionism, fingering, squirting, I mean

@albinotigerpython @marvel-fandom23 @buckysboobs 💌

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"I'm sorry birdie I lost a bet and I have to pay up" Bucky reasoned as he led you towards the elevator. He took hold of your throat as you waited by the doors, and squeezed. "You don't want me to lose face with my pals do you baby?" You whimpered as the bell dinged and the doors slide open, biting your lip, "no daddy." He grinned like a wolf and led you into the elevator.

He pulled out some fluffy pink handcuffs and clipped you, naked, to the handrail. It suddenly occured to you that anyone could get onto this lift...

"Have fun sweetheart, be good and I'll see you in a few hours."

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Your tummy whoosed as the elevator descended and you watched the numbers drop down to the 5th floor. Your heart thumped in your chest, Steve Rogers. He was Bucky's best friend and it made sense he would get you first, this hadn't been the first time Steve joined in on Bucky's dirty games.

The doors dinged open and there he stood. He had grey sweats, sitting low on his hips, prominent bulge on display and shirtless. It did make your mouth water and then you remembered your predicament.

"Hi tweetie bird, gosh look at you, how pretty". He walked into the lift and popped a key in the panel which kept the doors opened. He ran his fingers through your hair and pushed you to your knees.

Before you could do much else he brought his cock out and slapped you in the face with it.

"Go on baby, do your daddy proud. Don't think we won't be reporting back..." You took him in your mouth and he immediately rammed his full length down your throat. You strained against your cuffs, trying to breath through your nose as Steve choked you. He cursed above you, fisting his hand into your hair and fucking your throat.

"Oh tweetie, that throat is fucking perfect" he groaned pulling out briefly to watch as spit dribbled down your face and onto your chest. You leaned in and licked the long shaft and sucking on his sensitive head. "That's good, good girl" he growled before sinking into your mouth again and fucking in earnest. He pulled out suddenly and painted your face and chest with come.

He tucked himself back into his sweats and turned the key. "See you in a bit" he winked and you watched as the doors slid closed.

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Before you could catch your breath you were whizzing upwards. The doors pinged open and there was Chris, in all his tattooed glory. Much like Steve, he had forgone a shirt and appeared to you in boxers, he flicked the key and helped you to standing.

"See Rogers already had his way with you" he chuckled. He squeezed your breasts, and then ran his hands down your tummy and pressed his fingers into your pussy.

"Soaked, just like I knew you would be. You like being used like a little cum dump don't you sweetheart?" He whispered in your ear as his fingers circled your clit, making you moan. "Tell me you like it" he growled, sinking his fingers into your pussy. "I like it, I like it" you whined and he chuckled.

With very little warning he pushed his cock into your cunt, hitching your leg up to give him more access to you. You squealed as he pounded into you, placing slaps to your breasts, face and thighs. Your eyes welled up as he fucked you raw, rutting into you with no mercy. He played with your clit, and you cried out, unable to escape the endless stimulation.

You could hear the cuffs rattling on the handle bar as you tried to find some relief but Chris wasn't interested in that. You locked eyes with him and he spat in your face. Much to your embarrassment, it pushed you over the edge and you started to come.

He pulled out and covered your stomach in his own release, wrapping a hand around your throat and cursing as he did. You howled, as your came around nothing, wanting so much for him to keep fucking you.

"Aww is baby upset? Here, don't cry little slut" and he thrust two fingers into your aching heat and he jerked until you were squirting around his fingers. You sobbed and sank to the floor as he wiped his drenched hand over your face.

You barely even noticed him leaving as you panted on the floor.

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Nick Fowler appeared next and it seemed he couldn't decide what to do with you. Whilst he decided he spent a while spanking your ass, making it red raw and bringing more tears to track down your cheeks. Finally he sank his cock into your pussy as you clung to the handrail as he rutted into you from behind. You watched him in the mirror, and saw a thin trail of spit leave his mouth and you felt it land on your puckered hole.

"Damn, you're just desperate for this aren't you bunny? Pretty cunt just sucking me all the way in" he moaned and ground his dick extra hard, making your eyes roll. His hands sunk into your hair and he pulled hard as he came, bringing you to yet another release. You babbled nonsense as you felt his come drip down your legs and he planted one, extra hard swat to your ass. You pressed your forehead to the cool glass and you whined as he left, not sure how much more you could take.

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You sank to the floor, looking down at yourself covered in everything, hoping Bucky would rescue you soon. Before you could wonder where he was the screen showed you had reached the ground floor and your stomach sank. What if someone found you?

The doors opened and there stood the Sheriff Lee Bodecker. He slowly walked into the lift and stared down at you. "Get up little slut" he said softly but you whined, your muscles aching. He prodded your leg with his heavy work boot. You flicked your eyes upwards and pouted at him, shaking your head. "Can't Sheriff.... Too hard."

He crouched down and took your face between his rough fingers. "Get up, or I'll fuck you right hear for anyone to see, or would you prefer that?"

Your breath hitched and you scrambled against the cuffs, legs slipping a little on the come and spit that had gathered on the floor beneath you.

Finally you got to your feet and the Sheriff had pressed the button to his floor.

"Was worried I was gonna miss all the fun" he said as he turned so your red ass was facing him and you were back to watching in the mirror. "Has anyone used this yet?" He asked, pressing his thumb into your ass, making you whimper as you shook your head. He grunted in approval and you heard his belt buckle undo, then suddenly his fingers were probing through your wet folds, spreading your juices around, lubing up your ass for him.

That was as much prep as he gave you, sinking his tip into your ass as you cried out.

He hushed you as he pressed further, rubbing at your clit to soothe and torture you in equal measure. You wiggled and tried to escape but he pushed further, until be bottomed out, his rough uniform scratching against your sore ass cheeks. You didn't like Lee very much, but there was something about him, his experience and his commanding voice that soon had you bouncing back on his cock. He chuckled and groaned as he watched you chase your release, his fingers rubbing at your folds until you came loudly, squeezing his dick and bringing him to his own climax, spilling into you.

"Wow, I knew your were a little slut, but that was fucking impressive doll" he said as he tucked himself away. The door opened and he left with a pat on your back.

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You thought that was the end of it, but over the next hour you shuttled between floors, each man taking his time to defile you over and over again. You were barely able to stand anymore, your pussy was sore and puffy and your body was smothered in come from each of their visits.

They also seemed to enjoy mocking you, each of them using their own sweet little names to tell you what a pretty slut you were, a perfect little cum rag, a silly little whore who's only good for one thing. You didn't have much chance to respond or deny. As much as you felt sore and used, you couldn't stop coming when they touched you, moaning and whining when they left you.

One moment of horror came when you were unveiled to some of your neighbors, not participating in Bucky's forfeit. The older couple were shocked to see you, on the floor, covered in come, sweat and tears. You blushed and looked away as they had no choice but to step in and head to their floor. But then you were back with Nick and they left your mind.

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Finally, you were back on the top floor. The doors opened to reveal Bucky waiting for you, a proud smile on his face. "Looks like the boys had fun with you eh?" He teased as he stepped in and uncuffed you. You whined, your throat was so sore from all the use. He easily scooped you up in his arms and you clung to him.

"They all messaged me saying what a good girl you were and I was watching the camera baby, you fucking loved it didn't you princess?" Your head lulled on his shoulder and you could only moan in response. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your sweaty head. "Gonna save that footage for a rainy day? Maybe we should invite them all over to watch?" You shook your head, "just for you daddy, please" you begged, tears spilling down your cheeks.

"Aww ok baby, just for me" he smiled and squeezed you tighter. "Hope you got some energy left babygirl? I think it's my turn now isn't it?"

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky imagine #bucky smut #bucky barnes smut #masterlist #dark!bucky smut #dark!bucky barnes #dark!steve rogers #nick fowler #chris destroyer #bucky x reader #lee bodecker #dark!bucky x y/n #dark fic

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lokisivy · 1 year

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Cardigan - Peter Quill

Warning this contains GOTG VOL3 spoilers!!!

This may contain vague mentions of trauma and Ptsd

Summary: Peter wants to go back to Earth and even though you left Earth to escape the shit you went through, you decide to go back to be with Peter.

inspired by Taylor Swift, I recommend listening to the song while reading

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The melody of your favourite song started playing you listened to this song because it reminded you of Peter.

Peter grabbed your waist as you automatically started to slow dance he was moving slowly with the rhythm of the song.

Sequin smile, black lipstick

Sensual politics

When you are young, they assume you know nothing

"I'm going to miss you" Peter broke the silence he twirled you smoothly

"Im coming with you."

yes, you hated Earth the moment you got to leave with Thor to help in some issues with Loki you never came back and when you were done with your job you joined the guardians.

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan

Under someone's bed

You put me on and said I was your favourite

"No, you do not. you stay here and help Rocket I know the shit you've been through there and I'll be damned if you go back for me." His tone was stern but he kept the rhythm

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan

Under someone's bed

You put me on and said I was your favourite

"Peter, I love you, I don't think I've ever loved someone this much before, please I've lived all my life being unloved by everyone around me I'm coming with you not for you for me because I need you." his eyes gave up the fight he loved you too much to let you feel hurting again.

To kiss in cars and downtown bars

Was all we needed

You drew stars around my scars

But now I'm bleedin'

"But promise me you will leave the moment you hate it there."

"I promise. but don't ever do what you did to me on Sakaar."

he held your back and lend you back causing you to lift your leg

I knew you

Tried to change the ending

Peter losing Wendy, I

I knew you

Leavin' like a father

Running like water

Peter broke up with you on Sakaar because it was getting too dangerous and he wanted you to stay out of it and go back to Asgard where it was safe. he thought wrong though you came and fought. Until the stone was safe. you left. You guys never saw each other until Thanos.

Earth was never your home but you were always thankful for Thor having open arms and welcoming you back to Asgard When you and Peter separated.

"I love you," you whispered

"I love you the most."

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan

Under someone's bed

You put me on and said I was your favourite...

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dreamlessinparis · 2 years

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Bucky Barnes

Scott Huffman

Steve Kemp

Destroyer Chris

Nick Fowler

Jefferson

Lee Bodecker

Other Seb Characters can be found under the Multiple Characters & Misc Characters

#jefferson smut #destroyer chris #lee bodecker #nick fowler x reader #bucky barnes #steve kemp #scott huffman #mickey henry #frank x reader

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sebastiansluts · 2 years

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Destroyer Chris has caught you selling drugs on the streets twice before and now he catches you again, but this would be your third strike, and that means jail. He’s pissed that you haven’t straightened out but he doesn’t want to send you to jail just teach you a lesson. He knows you detest him, and so he give you a deal: 3 blowjobs and he’ll let you walk. You hate him and are disgusted even thinking about doing it, but you accept. Thing is, he’s really horny and wants all three tonight. He books a cheap motel room for the night. Enemies/hate sex (bjs), verbal degradation and humiliation, rough oral sex (on male), three different ways: woman on knees, woman upside down, woman on back.

Destroyer Chris x Reader; dub!con, hate sex, degradation, humiliation, rough oral sex m receiving

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

"Fuck Chris, you're a pig. But fine. How do you want me?" you asked, wrinkling your nose as you stared at him.

"On your knees sweetheart," he grinned mockingly. You rolled your eyes and got down on the floor, opening your mouth reluctantly. Chris undid his pants, smirking when your eyes widened at his size, and you glared, slamming your mouth shut.

"Ah, ah, that's not going to work sweetie," he tutted, grabbing your jaw and forcing your mouth back open. He shoved his dick in, choking you. Your eyes watered and he laughed, turning into a groan and he threw his head back as you gagged. "Yeah, that's the stuff, just like that," he grunted, hips pumping quickly. You choked on the thick cock gliding through your mouth, dripping precum down your throat. You gagged when he pressed in especially deep, your nose pressing into the hair at the base of his dick. He held you there once, your throat spasming around him until he let you up, coughing. You glared at him and he shrugged, yanking your hair until you were back on his dick. He didn't last much longer, spilling down your throat in minutes, pulling back and wiping his dick on your cheek.

"Alright, on the bed, head over the edge, I want you deepthroating me better, that was a pathetic attempt, you can do better," Chris snapped, pointing at the bed as he stepped back. You flushed, anger rushing in hot along with humiliation.

You did as he said, laying on the bed with your head dangling off, upside down. Chris walked towards you, slacks hanging loose and open on his hips, his semi-hard cock sticking out and drawing your gaze.

"Yeah, look at you, desperate little slut, so eager to have your mouth stuffed aren't you?" Chris mocked, laughing when tears fell from your eyes. "Aw, I made the bitch cry, I'm sorry sweetie, here, dry your eyes," he said as he rubbed his dick and balls over your face, precum lingering on your skin.

Chris tapped your lips with his dick until you opened your mouth, letting him slide in. He buried himself to the hilt, holding there while he swelled rapidly, making you choke and moan, arms and legs twitching on the bed. He pulled back, grunting as he slipped out of your throat, letting you gasp in a deep breath before plunging back in, building a quick pace that had his balls slapping your forehead.

The closer Chris got, the tighter his balls drew up, until your nose was pressed to them, smothering you every time he pressed all the way in. When he came, he pushed his dick in until you were completely gagged, no air coming in. You struggled but swallowed his come still shooting down your throat.

Chris pulled out slowly, watching his dick leave your throat, groaning as he remained half hard. "Fuck, let's go, up on the pillows, on your back." You panted hard, tasting him on your tongue as you glared at him.

"Fuck you Chris, give me a second to breathe," you huffed.

"Wow. Can't even go a few rounds? Need some water sweetie? Maybe a nap?" He was laughing at you, still upside down so he looked like he was frowning. You shuddered and looked away, rolling over and flipping over onto your back, on the pillows.

"Let's get this over with," you muttered, rolling your eyes. Chris narrowed his, climbing on top of you and straddling your face.

"Open," he said, tapping your swollen lips with his cock. You closed your eyes as you opened your mouth but he slapped you with his cock and your eyes flew open as you squeaked in shock. "I said, 'open'," Chris growled. You stared, stunned, but nodded, and he fed you his cock, sliding it through your still open mouth. "Don't close until I tell you to," he grunted, hips moving slowly, letting you adjust to his size this time before he began slamming his hips into your face.

You gagged as he repeatedly stuffed your throat, his hands braced on the wall in front of him, looking down at you. You met his stare, eyes watering, rolling back or crossing whenever you choked. Chris moved one hand into your hair, lifting you off the pillow and changing the angle, forcing your face fully into his pelvis, your throat spasming at the switch.

"There we go, fuckin' finally, thought you'd be useless the whole night," he groaned, and tears started falling, humiliation as thick in your throat as his dick. He pulled you off, letting you gasp, drool spilling out of your mouth before he dragged you back down on his cock. "Fuckin' mess aren't you? My little slut," Chris groaned as he came, shooting down your throat then pulling back to flood your mouth. He released your hair, your head falling back to the pillows, your mouth and eyes still open, staring up at him wetly, tears, drool, and cum everywhere. He stared at you until your eyes started watering again, then he said, "Now you can close."

You shuddered as you closed your eyes and mouth, swallowing his cum and feeling tears drip down the sides of your sticky face. Chris climbed off you and you opened your eyes, watching as he tucked his cock back into his pants, then stretched.

"Keep the room tonight, I don't need it. Don't let me catch you out here again, you hear me? Otherwise it'll be a lot more of this, only I'll have to get more and more creative."

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

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sweeterthanthis · 2 years

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Thinking about this man. ❤️

Pairing: Destroyer Chris x F!SW!Reader

Summary: You tell yourself he's your favourite client because of the way he fucks you. Nothing more, nothing less. Right?

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, reader is a sex worker, vaginal sex, mild breath play, teasing, safe sex, fluff if you squint, sex in the rain (hnngh), Chris and his dirty mouth, jealousy and possessiveness if you squint, 18+.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: This is a continuation of Pretty Reckless, but can be read as a stand alone fic. Thank you @dreamlessinparis for all your help!

“Remember when we first met?” Chris asks you, his nose skimming the column of your throat as you try to keep your heels planted firmly on the dashboard. It’s not easy, not when his rings are pinching into your bare waist and his fingernails are digging into your flesh.

“You mean when I punched you in the face?” You snipe in a bratty tone, reaching behind you to grip the headrest behind him and grinding your cunt down onto him again. Nobody fills you up like he does, and fuck, if he doesn’t know it. “Watch the nails. Gonna mark me up and then nobody’s gonna wanna fuck me.”

“I wanna fuck you,” he tells you, smirking against your shoulder when you groan; his balls slapping against your clit as he pounds up into you. The thin rubber barrier between the two of you is an ever present reminder that this is exactly what you say it is. A prostitute and a client, a weekly arrangement, and a $200 cash wad that you could add to this months rent jar. “One day I’m gonna fuck you in a goddamn bed.”

“You wanna fuck me in a bed?” You ask, smirking as you sit forward just a little, bouncing yourself softly on his dick. You lock eyes with him in the rear view mirror, bright and expectant. “Guess you oughta get a motel room next time then, huh?”

A dirty giggle escapes you when he reaches for your throat, squeezing it the way he knows you like. It seems to be important to him; getting you off. That’s not something you’re used to. Of course, there’s the odd client here and there who wants to put the effort in, but Chris is a different breed. His free hand dips between your legs, toying with your throbbing clit as he grinds his hips up against the meat of your ass.

“If I get that motel room, you gonna spend the whole night with me?” He asks you, his voice husky and deep. The scent of him engulfs you. It’s nothing special. It wouldn’t be on any other man, at least. But on him? On him, the scent of leather and generic cologne is intoxicating.

“That depends,” you trail off, his hand falling from your throat as you maneuver yourself to face him in the passenger seat of his truck, gripping his latex-ridden cock and sinking back down onto it with a blissful hum. “You gonna pay for the whole night?”

Chris groans, ringed fingers finding your throat once again, squeezing it a little tighter this time - enough to cause your breath to hitch. It has your cunt tightening around his girth, and a smirk spreads across his irresistible lips. It makes you want to punch him in the face all over again. For old time’s sake. “You’re killin’ me, woman.”

“You knew what you were getting yourself into,” you grin, dipping your chin and catching his fingertips between your teeth. You suckle them into your mouth, groaning when you feel the pressure of them against your tongue, slipping further towards the back of your throat as you gag at the welcome intrusion. The noise your lips make as they slurp at his digits has him driving his cock up into you, stretching you out and hitting every blissful spot. You release them with a sloppy, wet pop; his fingers slick with your drool. “F’I’m killing you like you say I am, why’d you keep coming back, hm?”

Chris doesn’t answer you, instead gripping your biceps and holding you still in his lap. There’s a moment of quiet between the two of you; his length buried to the hilt inside you, and his cerulean baby blues looking anywhere but into your eyes. You decide that you don’t want an answer to the question you asked.

“C’mon, fuck me,” you urge, slowly rolling your hips and grinding yourself down onto him. His eyes flutter closed, his breaths ragged. You lean in close, your lips tickling the hook of his jaw as you rise and fall on his cock, just once. “Been looking forward to a good pounding all week. You’re not gonna let me down, are you?”

The low rumble of disapproval echoing from his throat has you smirking, loving that you know exactly how to hit a nerve. Especially his. Chris’ hands squeeze at your breasts, firmer than you’d usually allow. You gasp when his palms slap against your flesh, the sting perfectly melding with the pleasure you feel from his cock pulsing against your cunt.

“Get out of the fuckin’ car.” You ignore the pinch in your chest at the aggressive tone behind his words, but when your eyes find his, your stomach flutters with excitement at the hunger you see behind them. The rain pattering against the windshield reminds you of the dingey conditions, and you cock your brow at him questioningly. “What? You ‘fraid of getting a little wet?”

You look back at the clock on the dash. 3.34am. It’s not like you need to keep yourself pretty for the next client. There is no next client. You’ve made enough tonight to pay rent and utilities, with a healthy amount to spare.

Fuck it.

The rain is cold against your clammy skin, but you welcome the refreshing chill as the droplets snake down the nape of your neck. Your skirt hitched up around your waist and your breasts falling free of your top. You’re shoved against the side of his truck before you can get your bearings, his beard scratching at your neck and his teeth grazing your collarbone.

“Think you forget sometimes that I’m paying to fuck you,” he tells you, his tone edged with a subtle playfulness that lets you know he’s only half joking, at least. Chris spins you around in his hold, your palms seeking purchase against the wet metal in front of you as he nudges the tip of his cock against your soaked folds. “You give those other assholes this much sass? Bet you don’t. Bet you barely make a fuckin’ sound.

His cock splits you open, any comeback you had dying on your tongue. The only noise that escapes you is the deep, guttural moan that lingers in the air when he bottoms out inside you. He fills you up better than anyone ever has, not that you’d ever tell him that. The cool metal of his rings pinches at your shoulder, hand holding you firm as uses you as leverage, pounding into your dripping cunt so hard, you think your legs might give out.

“Bet you can’t wait for them to blow their load and fuck off, can you?” He chuckles, the knuckles of his free hand skimming your nipples; sore and aching from the chill of the stormy air. The sound of his cock fucking into you is barely audible over the sound of thunder in the night sky, but its the only thing you can focus on. “You wish they were all like me, baby?”

You didn’t. Not for a single second.

“Gone all quiet on me? C’mon, talk to me. Gimme that mouth,” he coaxes you, the meat of your ass rippling and soaking wet from the rain. His hand slips from your shoulder, encasing your throat as he yanks your head back; his beard scratching against your damp cheek. “Come all over my dick and tell me how good it feels. Tell me I’m the only one that fucks you this good.”

You can't think straight, and words seem to be an impossible task as you lose yourself in the feeling of being used by him. Driving your hips back against him, you fuck yourself on his dick, reaching between your legs and giving his balls a firm squeeze. He hisses, and you giggle; nipping at his throat with your teeth.

"If you don't come soon, I'm gonna," he chokes out, his strokes staggered, one hand pressed against the truck window just a few inches from your own. You fight back the sentimental urge to reach for it.

Your fingers strum at your clit, in time with your hips as they wind back against him. The grunts and groans that vibrate against the top of your head are enough to send you soaring towards the bliss he so desperately wants you to feel. Toes curling in your boots, arching up on your tiptoes, you shatter around his cock; your cries cancelled out by the rainwater gushing into the drain behind you.

You find yourself wishing you could feel him, feel his cum warming your insides. You settle for the sensation of his cock tensing against your walls, grinding your spent cunt against him as firm as your shaky knees will allow.

"Fuck," he grunts, thrusting deep inside you one last time, his lips hovering at your temple. "Lemme drive you home."

"We talked about this.." you groan, nudging your elbow back against his ribs and reaching to pull your drenched panties back up. "I'm fine walking."

"It's almost 4am and you're soaked," Chris argues, plucking the condom off his dick and tying a knot in the end of it. He doesn't know that you live less than a block away, and he doesn't need to know. "Would it really be so dangerous? I'm a cop, not a savage."

"Aren't they one and the same these days?" You quip, tugging your skirt down and yanking your top back up. Opening the passenger door, you reach in and grab your purse, quietly inhaling the comforting scent of him before slamming it shut again. "I'm a big girl, Chris. Can take care of myself just fine."

"You're a stubborn ass, is what you are." You giggle at that, your arms outstretched either side of you as you toss your head back and stick your tongue out; raindrops soaking into your tongue.

"And that's why you keep coming back," you tell him smugly, "I'll keep the whole night free, same time next week? Don't book into that shitty, roach infested place downtown either. I may be a hooker, but I do have standards." Turning on your heel and grinning to yourself, you walk away mourning the loss of him between your thighs.

You'll never say it out loud, but next Thursday can't come quick enough.

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buckyndean · 2 years

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Destroyer!Chris one-shot for netty!! semi-public sex, marijuana use, daddy kink, p in v sex, f receiving oral sex, I think that’s everything

MINORS DNI!!!! 18+ only

You eyed Chris from across the room. You were slouched on the couch, everyone behind you except Chris, rolling a joint at the table in front of you. He licked his lips before slowly licking the paper, sealing it easily. You bit your lip, your hands drifting to your skirt, inching it up your thighs. Chris’ gaze flicked to you as you inhaled sharply, his eyes narrowing as he zeroed in on your spread legs, your hands circling your panty-clad pussy. He stroked his beard, rings glinting in the low light as you slid your panties to the side, and pushed two fingers into your cunt. You bit back a gasp as your thumb brushed your clit, arching your back slightly. Chris lit the joint, taking a deep drag, gaze fixed on your fingers slowly pumping in and out of you. He blew out a cloud of smoke as you gasped, fingers finding your spot.

“Everything okay over there?” Silas asked from somewhere you behind you.

Chris didn’t look away from you, standing up and saying, “We’ll be back later.”

Chris walked over to you, pulling your hand out of your pussy, and leading you away from the groups jeers and catcalls, to a room in the back. He didn’t close the door tightly, leaving it cracked open as he crowded you against the wall next to it.

“Chris, they’ll hear us,” you complained lightly, his lips trailing along your neck. He suddenly cupped your pussy, making you gasp.

“You weren’t too worried about that before, were you? No, you’re gonna be my good girl and let them know exactly how I make you feel.” Chris slid two thick fingers into your cunt as he talked, his rings cool against you, the contrast making you moan.

“That’s it,” he murmured, crooking his fingers until he was stroking your spot. He kissed you messily, spit slick lips sucking at yours as he added another finger, twisting his wrist so his thumb could rub your clit. You jolted, twitching in his hold as your orgasm washed over you.

He groaned into your mouth then pulled away, grasping your panties and sliding them off your legs, bending down to help you step out of them, and putting them in his pocket as he straightened up. You flushed, but didn’t object, yanking at his jeans until they hung open around his hard cock. He pressed his lips against yours, breathing heavily into your mouth, trailing down your jaw to your neck, sucking a bruise as he grasped your left leg and hiked it up around his waist.

“Chris!” you gasped, hand flying up to the wall above you to steady yourself. He just grunted, dick sliding in your folds before catching and pushing into your hole. You grasped his head with your other hand, feeling his shorn hair prickling your fingertips as he brought the joint he still held in hand to his lips, inhaling before bringing his mouth back to yours, exhaling hotly into your slack jaw, making you grin dizzily.

“Fuck, Daddy,” you rasped as you subconsciously clenched around him, making his hips trip forwards another inch.

“Jesus baby, you’re so fucking wet, like a damn lake, fucking love it.” Chris thrust quickly, his jeans held up by your leg around his waist, the material scratching your ass and thighs deliciously, getting damp because as he said, you were drenched.

You tightened rhythmically as his dick dragged along your walls, hitting your spot on every thrust. Chris bent his head and kissed the tops of your breasts, exposed in your cut off t-shirt. You writhed against the wall pressing his head into your chest, arching your back as he put the joint behind his ear and gripped your hip, thrusting hard. He pulled his face away from your tits, panting, and you desperately tugged him towards you, mouths open and pressing bruisingly against each other.

Chris bit your bottom lip and pulled, making you whimper. “Come on baby, come for Daddy,” he grunted, grip tightening painfully on your thigh, his thrusts speeding up as his other hand left your hip and traveled to your clit, thumb pressing down hard and rubbing back and forth.

You tensed, every muscle tightening for a long moment before you slumped, boneless against the wall.

Chris kept rubbing your clit as he thrust, prolonging your orgasm, until you were twitching, a second one building.

“Shit, gonna- again, fuck!” you swore, coming a second time, flooding the space between you.

Chris groaned, hips stilling as he came, buried deep inside you. He pulled out slowly, his cum leaking out along with your slick, dripping down your bare thighs and his hands. He quickly knelt down, licking up your thighs, collecting your wetness and his cum. He threw your leg over his shoulder and stuffed two fingers back inside you, his rings warm now from your skin. He rotated his fingers, coating them in your combined fluids before pulling them out and holding them up to your lips.

You moaned, opening your mouth immediately and sucking them in deeply, all the way, swirling your tongue around them, lips closing around the metal of his rings.

Chris continued to lap at your cunt, moaning as he did so, until you were shaking with another orgasm, crying around his fingers still in your mouth. He drank you down again, pulling his fingers free and setting your leg back down. He stood up, keeping his hands on you so you wouldn’t collapse.

Once he was sure you wouldn’t fall, he released you, slipping his jeans and underwear off and throwing them in a pile across the room. He grabbed a pair of sweats, pulling them on, nothing underneath.

Chris walked back over to you, fixing your skirt so it wasn’t showing anything, then said, “Let’s go back baby.”

“Don’t I get my panties back?” you asked, fingering his waistband.

“Maybe later, if you’re a good girl,” he growled, slipping a hand under your skirt and squeezing your ass. You clenched emptily, biting back a moan.

“Yes Daddy,” you whimpered, taking his hand and trailing after him back to the main room.

part 2 https://buckyndean.tumblr.com/post/683558342619217920/he-sat-down-at-table-pulling-you-down-onto-his

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