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Sebastian Stan is the most beautiful person, okay? okay. The name's Elle | 21 | she/her | idk, i like food

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sebbiebaby · 3 years

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Two Can Keep a Secret

Pairing: Destroyer!Chris x Reader

Summary: “Destroyer!Chris is working undercover and Reader has no idea. She starts going through his stuff and finds his gun, badge, and radio. He catches her.”

Warnings: language, smoking, smut (anal fingering, come marking, dirty talk, face fucking, forced orgasm, hair pulling, gun play, light bondage, oral sex, rough sex, spanking, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, voyeurism)

A/N: I think this is one the darker things I’ve written and I got very carried away. No complaints… I think?

If you are under 18 you should not be reading this.

The packet of cigarettes are the first to catch your eye. A rumpled packet, only one left. A bright red lighter that’s equally almost empty. A small bowl that overflows with cigarette ends. Specks of ash litter the tarnished surface of the dresser. There’s little hesitation from you, an outrageous show of defiance in the way you pluck the final cigarette and light it. Smoke swirls in the air. You keep it tucked between your lips as you continue your perusal.

Chris. He’s new. As handsome as they come. Too handsome. A pretty boy. Piercing blue grey eyes. Plush pink lips set amongst dark scruff that dusts his jaw. Shaved hair and silver rings adorning his fingers. Thickly muscled arms and thighs that command attention in his tight jeans. There’s something alluring about him. A dark magnetism about the way he smokes. The swagger he strides around with. The devilish gaze he offers over the rim of his beer bottle. An addiction, one that you feel yourself toppling headfirst into, only, the hint of something swirling beneath the surface holds you back.

A slight creak as you open the bottom drawer of the dresser. You glance over your shoulder, breathing a sigh of relief that you’re still alone. Muffled voices drift down the hallway. Your heart thuds are you carefully pry through the various sweatshirts jumbled with crumpled vests. And then your fingers brush against some cold, steel like. A gun. Heart thudding, you brush it aside, knowing most of the others have one, too. Blood roars in your ears, a high pitched screech of silence as you withdraw a black radio and a small gold badge with hands that shake. Chris is a cop.

“I really wish you hadn’t done that.”

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sebbiebaby · 4 years

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tell me why Shailene Woodley gets to kiss Sebastian Stan like that but I don't

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sebbiebaby · 4 years

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