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i’m literally gonna lick him

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The Rookie: Y/n Bradford Tim Bradford's Daughter Part 8

Part 1 And Part 2 And Part 3 And Part 4 And Part 5 And Part 6 And Part 7

Summary : Y/n freezes during a live shooter call, causing a civilian to get injured. Rumors spread in the department. Tim acts cold but is secretly worried. Harper helps her recover, but her self-confidence is shattered until a major case redeems her.

Roll call started like any other day Grey enters the room having his serious face on so you know it's abt to be bad.

Grey - We have two armed robberies overnight, both near midtown, our shooter is still at large, alr that's it for now be safe out there.

In the shop Dad's pale and I get why but he could at least tryyyy to lighten the mood, but being Tim Bradford, he doesn't. So I say:

Y/n - you're mad

Tim - I'm focused

Y/n - same difference

Tim - Focus is what keeps people alive boot

That was my sign to shut up

Dispatch - 7-Adam-19, shots fired, 2424 E. 3rd Street. Active shooter. Civilians on site. Respond Code 3.

I grab the radio

Y/n - 7-Adam-19, en route Code 3.

We arrive at the apartment complex. Gunfire echoes. Civilians scream and scatter. Officers crouch behind cars. A man with an AR-15 paces in the courtyard, erratic.

Tim - Take the right side. Cover that pathway. Do not engage unless I give the signal.

Y/n - Got it

I moves. Peek around the corner. I see the shooter. A clear shot.

But...I freeze. Hands shake. Breath shallow.

BOOM.

A shot is fired.

A nearby civilian, a woman,takes a bullet in the shoulder and collapses.

Tim - Y/n! MOVE

I stumbles back, pulling the woman to cover, finally calling

Y/n - 7-Adam-19, victim down gunshot to the shoulder! Requesting RA and backup

Hrs later I'm in the locker room, I sit alone, head in hands. Rumors swirl outside. I can hear them.

“Rookie Bradford froze.” “Can’t believe she choked.” “Daughter of a legend, huh?”

The door opens and I look up I see harper lean against a locker

Harper - You can’t hide from it, kid.

Y/n - I froze. Someone got shot because of me.

Harper - No. Someone got shot because a maniac had a gun. You froze. That part’s real. So what? Own it. Then do better.

Y/n - My dad won’t even look at me.

Harper - That’s not anger. That’s fear. He’s scared of what it means for you.

Dad made me and him do the night shift as well.Great. I walk in. Lucy gives me a small smile. Dad avoids eye contact. Me and dad get into the shop:

Dispatch - 7-Adam-19, multiple 911 calls at 1517 W. Olympic Blvd. Reports of a barricaded subject with explosives. Possible hostage situation.

Tim - 7-Adam-19 responding Code 3

Then when we reach their we see chaos. Bomb squad is en route. A teenage boy is holding three kids hostage inside. Threatening to detonate a device if police don’t back off.

Grey - We need someone to talk him down. He’s a scared kid with a pipe bomb and no exit strategy.

Y/n - I'll go

Tim - NO

Y/n - dad how will I prove myself properly if you don't give me a chance

Tim - ......fine

I walk in alone. Vest on. Empty hands up. The teen , Andre, 17 , has a trembling hand on a detonator. Three kids cry behind him.

Y/n - Hey. I’m Y/n. I’m not here to hurt you. I just want to talk.

Andre - You’re lying! You’re gonna shoot me!

Y/n - If I wanted that, I wouldn’t be standing right here with nothing in my hands

Silence

And then

Andre - They laughed at me. They took everything.

Y/n - I know what it’s like to be frozen. To feel like there’s no move that won’t break you. But there’s always one thing you can do right.

Andre - Like what?

Y/n - Let them go. Start there.

Andre lowers the detonator. Kids run past me. I hold out the cuffs.

The next morning I walk in the coffee room where everyone was...silence.......and then

Grey - Nice work last night, Officer Bradford. One by one, others nod. Lucy. Nolan. Harper. Even Lopez. Finally, Dad walks over, coffee in hand.

Tim - Proud of you

Y/n - Took you long enough.

Tim - Still docking you for freezing back there.

Y/n - Fair.

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The Rookie: Y/n Bradford Tim Bradford's Daughter Part 7

Part 1 And Part 2 And Part 3 And Part 4 And Part 5 And Part 6

Summary: You go undercover and your dad worries abt you

I was walking around the station looking for dad or our shift but then Sargent Grey knock on his glass window from the inside signalling me to come in. I come in.

SG - close the door

That's not good

Dad, Nyla, Angela and Lucy were all there

Y/n - so what's going on

SG - human trafficking ring targeting teenage runaways

Y/n - well that's a title

Angela - Our UC got burned last night. So now, we have no one inside. We’ve got ten confirmed missing girls, possibly more. We need someone who can blend in. Young. Smart. Looks vulnerable

Y/n - and you guys i should do it?

Nyla - yes but if you don't want to that's perfectly fin-

Y/n - no i want to

Tim - NO ur not

Y/n - dad cmon

Tim - i'm not letting a random creep touch you like that

Y/n. - dad i'm a cop and i can handle myself

Angela - tim we wouldn't have chosen her if we knew she couldn't handle herself

Tim - she's a rookie and she's my daughter

Nyla - She’s also your toughest boot. And she's passed every scenario I’ve thrown at her. She’s a cop, Tim. Let her be one.

Tim - Send Chen. Or any other plainclothes officer. Not Y/n.

SG - This isn't a punishment, Bradford. It’s a mission. You trained her for this. You should trust her to do it.

Tim - .....fine

I knew why dad didn't want me to go undercover at all, it was the same way he lost mom and he didn't want me to do the same. A few hrs later I'm in the surveillance van with lucy, dad, nyla , lopez and grey and I was in my plain clothes.

Nyla - remember you can pull the cord rn

Y/n - no i can do this

Nyla - ok but remember no case is worth to die for

Y/n - ok

Tim - I still don't want you to do this

Y/n - dad trust me i'll be fine

I step out of the van in my disguise playing my character and I sit near a food court bench. A sketchy older guy (mid-30s, calls himself “Trent”) approaches. He offers food. Then a place to stay. Then, finally:

Trent - We got a group. Safe house, just for girls. No creeps. You could come tonight.

I hesitate long enough to make me seem vulnerable and weak and then i say:

Y/n - ok...

The “house” is a run-down warehouse with cots, locks on the outside of bedroom doors, and cameras in every hallway. I see the girls that are trapped in here and I earn their trust over that night, I keep checking in with dad and nyla, using codes and stuff. I felt guilty by sharing fake stories abt my self on the streets but I knew a good cause was gonna come out of this.

A girl named Nina quickly confides in me.

Nina - They take some girls away and they don’t come back. Tomorrow’s my turn.

I report everything I can through brief bathroom mic check-ins. Outside, Dad listens in the, scared.

I wake to chaos. Nina is gone. I searche every room. Nothing. Then Trent storms in.

Trent - You talk too much. Think you’re better than the others?

Y/n. - I just wanted to help her. She was scared—

He grabs my wrist and then mic shorts out

Dispatch - Unit 7A-19… lost contact. Repeat: wire offline.”

I'm tied to a chair, blood on my lip. Trent paces in front of me.

Trent. - you know i was thinking of killing you next week guess you changed my mind

Y/n - great..

I say sarcastically

Trent - you act to calm for a street rat

Y/n - well-

I hear the door burst open and dad comes in in his normal clothes.

Tim - put your hands behind your head NOW

Nyla comes in with lopez and sarge grey and nyla unties my hands while dad cuffs trent.

After a few hrs I'm at the station waiting for dad to finish up

Tim - you had quite a day

Y/n - yea

Tim - i'm proud of you and if you want to be a UC I have a buddy who can get you into UC academy

Y/n - i'll wait till I finish my rookie year with you

Tim - well u better pray that you make it out alive

Y/n - ok wowwww

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Is this a safe space to say that his nose is very sexy…

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guysss i got rllyyyy good rookie ideas for my series im sooooo excitedddddd

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“you left the door unlocked.” c.s

best friend!chris x reader

it was late at night and you were showering — you needed to get your mind off of derek. your boyfriend.. kind of. he was being an asshole again — purposely posting with other girls when you specifically told him it upset you. but he didnt care at all. you told him it was over — though you know it’s not really.

you were rinsing the conditioner out your hair. your mind was too full to pay attention to the bathroom door opening.

until chris’ voice cut through the silence — “oh shit.”

his voice made you jump. you turned around and looked through the crystal door — thankfully it was blurry enough to where he couldn’t see everything clearly. your hands scrambled to cover yourself. “chris!” you squeaked out.

“i uh— i didnt know you were in there.” he said, not taking his eyes off of the door.

“what? what did you think i was doing?” you asked, still covering yourself with both hands.

“uh.. brushing your teeth? you left the door unlocked. i just— i assumed you werent showering.”

“you couldve knocked!” you squeaked out again.

“i know— i— i’m sorry!” he rushed out, shifting onto the other foot.

“you can.. get out now.” you spoke carefully.

“yeah, yeah. sorry.” and with that, he left the bathroom.

you stood still for a while before dropping your arms and going back under the water. you rinsed your hair fully before turning the water off.

you opened the door and stepped out the shower — trying to get both chris and derek out of your mind. you grabbed a towel and wrapped it around yourself.

you and chris were close. but not close enough to see each other naked. have you thought about him naked? oh. all the time. but thats a line you cant cross — for the sake of your friendship.

you dried your body off and reached for the clothes you’d left on the counter, still warm from the steam. but before you could slip your shirt on, the door creaked open again.

your head snapped over and you clutched the towel tighter around your body.

chris slipped in and stared at you, his eyes darker than before.

“chris! come on, really? im naked!” you exclaimed out, grip not loosening one bit.

he kept quiet, staring at you still. his eyes were focused on your eyes — like he was forcing himself not to look anywhere else.

“chris?” you said softly, tilting your head only slightly.

silence. he looked like he was fighting himself not to speak, afraid of saying something wrong.

“okay chris. what are you do—“ he cut you off by grabbing your face and smashing his lips onto yours. your eyes widened before reluctantly shutting.

you were shocked this was happening— but not mad. your grip on the towel loosened just a bit. the kiss got rougher, his hands moved down to your hips, squeezing tightly.

he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue between your lips. you didnt stop him, you wanted this. his hands moved to your ass, squeezing. you gasped, he smirked.

he pulled back, eyes full of hunger. “let me have you. please?” he whispered.

you nodded quickly, without thinking — you let go of the towel, allowing it to fall on the floor. his eyes followed, following each curve of your body. “fuck.” he breathed out.

he placed his hands back on yours ass, pulling your body closer to him. he leaned in, placing his lips onto your neck — kissing, biting, sucking, licking. he sucked a mark right below your jaw. your eyes fluttered shut, your bottom lip between your teeth.

he began to grind his hips into yours, his clothed cock pressing into your core. a gasp escaped your lips once again. he looked back up at you, your eyes meeting his.

he spun you around and bent you over the counter. he pushed your hair off your back and over your shoulder. you watched him in the mirror and he bent over and placed kisses on your neck.

he drug his hands across your back, slowly. he lifted them and tugged his sweatpants down, causing them to pool around his ankles. he tugged his boxers down enough to allow his cock to spring out.

and fuck. he was thick, long, veiny, and flushed. you met his eyes in the mirror, nodding for permission.

“might hurt.” he muttered. he grabbed his cock and directed it to your folds, dragging it through slowly. you whined and bit your lip.

“chris.. please.” you whimpered out, biting your lip harder.

his grip on your hip tightened. “you sure?” you nodded again, desperate. aching.

he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you open until you gasped, your hands flying to the counter for support. “fuck,” he breathed, jaw clenching. “so tight, baby…”

he paused once he bottomed out, letting you adjust. one hand splayed across your back while the other found your throat in the mirror — loose, but there. grounding.

“look at me,” he murmured, voice rough and deep. “you take me so well.” you moaned, eyes fluttering open just to see the flush on his cheeks, the way his mouth parted as he began to move again — slow, steady, devastating strokes that had your legs shaking.

“yeah,” he whispered, eyes locked on yours, “just like that.”

he moved faster now, hips slapping against yours. his hands left your throat and pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail, tugging your head back.

you gasped, mouth falling open as your back arched. “f-fuck, chris—” you squeezed your eyes shut, lost in the pleasure.

“yeah? you like that?” he growled, pace brutal now. “like being fucked like this?” he whispered into your ear.

you moaned loudly, nodding your head. “yes— yes chris!”

“that’s what i thought,” he hissed, fucking into you harder—each thrust knocking the breath from your lungs. “so fuckin’ pretty like this. moaning for me, letting me ruin you.”

he sped up his pace, hips slapping yours at a relentless speed. the tip of his cock hitting the spongy part inside you with each thrust.

you clenched around him, feeling your release approaching. he groaned out, “fuck, baby.” he snaked his arm around and began to rub your clit quickly. you let out a noise — something between a moan and a yelp.

“that’s it, baby,” he panted, lips brushing your ear. “cum for me. soak my cock.”

your body trembled as the pressure snapped — your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. you cried out, eyes fluttering shut as your walls clamped down around him.

but chris kept going.

he kept thrusting, rubbing your clit even harder, chasing his own high. “fuck, i can feel you pulsing—don’t run, baby. gimme one more.”

your breath caught. “i can’t— chris— i cant!” you felt the tears daring to escape, so you snapped your eyes shut.

“yes you can,” he growled, fucking you through your climax. “and you will” he thrusted harder and faster, chasing his own orgasm.

he then quickly pulled out, hand stroking himself quickly. he let out a strangled groan before spilling all over your back.

you collapsed against the counter, trembling—breath ragged, legs barely holding you up. “fuck,” chris panted behind you, leaning forward to press a kiss to your shoulder. “you okay?”

you nodded slowly, still catching your breath. he reached for a towel, gently wiping your back before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close.

“didn’t mean to go that hard,” he muttered into your skin. “you just… felt too good.”

you turned your head slightly, cheek brushing his. “i didn’t mind.” he smirked, cocky and soft. “yeah? good. ‘cause next time… i’m not pulling out.”

well. you definitely got your mind off derek.

a/n: sorry i havent been posting, i js got back from utah on wednesday and ive been focused with school and finals and ughhh but next week is my last week so most likely ill be posting more 😋

— typed with one hand, lola.

taglist: @chrismoans @l0s3rhaha @ellbowmacaroni @sturnvdds

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ㅤㅤㅤ.ㅤ.ㅤ.ㅤLAP-RIDING CHRIS WHILE HE'S GAMINGㅤ ׅ ㅤ ⊹ㅤ

ׅ ⊹ㅤwarning;ㅤsmut, gamer!chris x needygf!reader dynamic, lap-riding, cockwarming, mild dumbification

where . . . Chris was mid-game, mic on, eyes glued to the screen, talking quietly to his teammates. But he kept glancing toward you — standing just behind his setup, arms folded, silently begging for attention.

He’d tossed out a quick excuse—lag or whatever—mumbling it into the mic while clicking the toggle, and no one questioned it. They couldn’t see what you were doing, after all.

“You wanna be good for me, baby?” he’d whispered against your throat, headset already on, screen glowing blue in front of him. “Then sit here and keep me warm. Quiet. I’ll be done soon.”

The thing was — Chris wasn’t just big. He was mean about it, in the most infuriatingly patient way. He knew exactly how full he left you. The way his cock curved just slightly up and dragged against that perfect spot inside you. How your body always, always clenched around him too tightly at first, gasping for breath like it was your first time every time.

And when he stayed there—deep, unmoving, snug inside you for what felt like forever—it drove you crazy.

Now, nearly thirty minutes later, you were soaked, aching, twitchy with need and still filled to the brim. His cock pulsed gently inside you every time he said a command or shifted in his gaming chair, and you swore he was doing it on purpose.

The low thrum of his voice in the mic didn’t help either.

“Left side, I pinged him—no, bro, flank him,” Chris muttered, barely aware that you were squirming more now, trying to rub your swollen folds on the waistband of his sweats. You buried your face into his hoodie, biting down hard to muffle a moan.

He noticed.

One of his hands left the keyboard to squeeze your thigh — hard. He murmured, leaning down against her ears, “Still, babe...”

You nodded against him, but your hips betrayed you, rolling forward in slow, searching circles. Just enough to feel the stretch, just enough to feel him press against that spot inside that made your breath hitch.

He sucked in a sharp breath. “Fuck...fuck—”

Click. Mic muted.

“Are you seriously trying to ride me right now?”

You nodded. Again. This time on purpose. Eyes glassy. “Need you,” you whispered. “Feels too good. Can’t just sit—Chris, I can’t…”

His eyes stayed locked on yours for another second before he moved his eyes on the screen. “You’re losing your mind over cock you already have. That desperate, dove?”

You whined. You were past the point of caring how pathetic you sounded.

He reached down, palming your hips, letting you move just once — a single needy bounce — and you gasped, clenching down so hard he hissed through his teeth.

“Shi— Alright.”

Another click. Headset off.

“You want it that bad? Then ride.” His voice dropped to a low growl. “But you’re not cumming until I say. Understood?”

Your hands gripped his shoulders as you nodded frantically, already lifting yourself up and sinking back down, moaning into his hoodie. He was so deep. Stretching you like he had all night, but now — now it was moving. Now every thick inch dragged against your walls, wet and desperate, slick sounds filling the quiet room.

Chris leaned back in the chair, hands gripping your thighs now, watching you lose it. His jaw was tight, his eyes unreadable—hungry, locked on the way your body shook every time you took him in again.

“Messy little thing,” he muttered, voice rough now. “All that whining, just to fuck yourself stupid on my cock.”

You tried to talk — a plea, a thank you, something — but your mouth wouldn’t work. Only broken moans, dizzy gasps, and the sound of skin meeting skin as you picked up pace, using him, grinding down until the world blurred.

His cock throbbed harder, twitching inside you like it knew you were close. And you were. So close you were shaking.

“Chris—please—can I—”

He leaned in, mouth brushing your ear.

“No.”

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Gender and sex are NOT the same

Gender is what someone identifies as.. sex is what Chris and I have been up to recently 🫣

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 100 likes!

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Rookie Ideas

Hey guys i'm having a writers block for my y/n bradford series anyone have any ideas of what happens with y/n and tim cuzzzzz i don't want to write I'll ofc add you in my story....any ideas wil be great LOVE YA'LL

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SLUT! CHRIS STURNIOLO

warnings: slight angst, established relationship, mentions of alcohol, smut smut smut!, chris is a sweetheart, unprotected p in v (big no no), creampie, pet names (baby, ma, sweetheart, angel), that’s it?

wc: 1.7k

it isn’t even worth it. you thought to yourself as you zipped up your dress that fell right above your mid-thigh. your makeup and hair already done for this party chris was invited to, knowing that there will be pictures taken and they will very likely be posted all over the internet.

you and chris have been dating in secret for over a year. eventually, you both had the talk of making it public a few months ago, and when you both posted each other on your instagrams, the backlash was not what you were expecting at all. some fans were happy that chris was happy with you. but others, they hated your relationship more than anything. chris knew it bothered you, he talked to you on multiple occasions about it. you always told him you would get over it and that it didn’t matter. but deep down you knew better.

“ma” chris’ voice making you snap out of your thoughts and slowly turn your head towards him. “huh? sorry, got lost in thought there.” you apologize, your eyes meeting his. chris saw in your face that something was wrong, he just couldn’t figure out what.

“what’s wrong? do you feel okay?” chris questions. it wasn’t abnormal for him to ask this, after all you have had some trouble with drinking in the past, and right now, a drink sounded really fucking good. “i’m okay baby, just thinking.” you reassure him, looking back at the mirror to check yourself out, although you don’t even believe your own words.

“i don’t believe that. c’mon talk t’me” chris pushes further. you know that he knows you like the back of his hand, and you hated that. because soon enough, you feel your chest grow even heavier, your eyes start to water as you look back at him. he takes a step towards you so that you’re almost touching chest to chest. you fall into his arms. your tears falling on his dress shirt as he holds you there, rocking you slowly.

you know he wants to talk about it, he wants to figure it out and help you fix it. he pets your hair gently, holding your head against him like he’s afraid you’ll break if he doesn’t. “it’s just too much for me.” you finally say weakly. you breath jagged as you look up at him embarrassed, as if this life wasn’t fair to either of you. “it’s just—it’s just a lot to see everyday. everyone saying something about the way i look, the-the way i d-dress…” you ramble, chris doing nothing but looking you in the eyes with an understanding look. “a-and look i know my alcohol thing was bad, but…to call me names. ugly, gross, a slut.” you say the last insult with intention of chris taking it as an insult as well.

chris’ eyes widen when he hears that word. slut. chris knew about the hate more than you did. he saw way more than you did on a daily basis. which in turn, chris started getting off his phone more, started being more disconnected with his own fandom, all because he was happy with you. he was called selfish by some fans, but he didn’t care. all he cared about was you and your wellbeing.

“fuck them baby. they have no idea what they’re talking about. they don’t know you. they don’t deserve to know you. you are the most beautiful person in the world inside and out and i wouldn’t trade you for anything. those people are miserable and are projecting their own insecurities onto you. they will never understand how much i love you and what you’ve helped me become. i feel like a man with you, and all we should care about is each other.”

his words instantly making you feel better. you give him a weak smile. your eyes still teary as you look at him lovingly. “thank you.” you push out weakly. chris smiles softly, leaning in to kiss you. the kiss is gentle, loving, patient. everything you needed right now, and chris knew that.

the gentle kiss eventually turned into a heated make out session. teeth clanking together, tongues fighting for dominance. you feel the heat starting to pool in your stomach, your panties growing damp from the heated moment. chris’ hands move along your thighs, making their way to your ass, squeezing both cheeks possessively. his hands then start to scrunch your dress up to your waist. you get the hint, slowly backing both you up so you can sit on the counter.

as soon as you sit on the counter, chris moved his lips to go down your neck, kissing slowly, teasingly. he makes his way down to the dip in your collarbones. sucking lightly, making a light red mark. to claim. to have. to show everyone you’re his, and only his. chris disconnects his lips from you, looking down at your white lace panties you were planning on surprising him with after the party. i guess he’s getting his present early. “my god sweetheart, all this f’me?” he questions smugly, shooting you a smirk. he brings his thumb to your clit to rub slow circles. you moan at the contact. you nod vigorously, needing him more than anything. he tsks. “nuh-uh baby, use your words.” he coos in your ear seductively. he stops his movements on your clit as you whine from the lost contact. “yes chris! all for you baby please” you beg him.

your words being good enough for him. he slides your panties down your legs, throwing them somewhere behind him in the room as he unzips his pants. your legs spreading even wider for him as he makes his way in between your legs and lines himself up with your entrance. he presses his forehead against yours as he slides in. he groans at you already squeezing around him, the moan you let out reciprocated as chris starts to move in you.

his thrusts started slow, almost like he was going to break you. but soon enough, he was pounding into you. your moans growing louder as he sets a relentless pace, hitting your cervix with every thrust. “fuck baby, s’like this pussy was made for me, huh?” he breathlessly says into your ear. “mmmhhmm!” you nod your head, moaning in approval.

chris’ pace was overstimulating enough, but as soon as he brought his thumb down to rub tight, quick circles on your clit, you were done for. your body jerking upwards as chris chuckles dryly. “c’mon baby y’can take it” chris whispers in your ear, continuing his pace and his circular motions on your clit.

it was all too much. his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust, his thumb rubbing circles on your bundle of nerves, his words. you feel the knot in your stomach growing taut, ready to snap at any moment. chris feels your pussy squeezing around him as he rubs his thumb faster, his cock ramming into you somehow harder. your eyes that were once filled with tears of insecurity and sadness, are now filled with tears of pleasure as you teeter on the edge of bliss.

“God sweetheart,” chris moans out as he feels your pussy start to flutter around him “wan’ you to cum on my cock angel” chris says as he looks at you with half-lidded eyes that were dark and full of lust. his words being enough to send you tumbling over the edge. your vision going white as the knot in your stomach unravels. your high hitting you like a freight train, your mouth stuck open in a silent scream. your eyes screwed shut, your toes circling. your head falls back onto the mirror as chris keeps up his relentless pace.

“y’don’t need any of those miserable fuckin’ people baby, all y’need is me, it’s that right?” chris says as you feel his cock twitch inside of you. “all i need is you.” you confirm. you whine at the soreness you now feel between your legs. chris so close to the edge.

“fuck ma, m’gonna cum. gonna cum in this pretty pussy.” chris moans out as his pace stutters, his thrusts come out sloppy and jagged. he gives you one last thrust before spilling into you with a wrecked groan, his head falling back down to yours. his grunts come out with each spurt of cum covering your walls.

you both stay there, catching your breaths, taking each other in. chris pulls out as he watches both of your releases spill from you. he chuckles as he takes his two middle fingers, gathering both of your juices before pushing them back into you. you whine at the contact. “sorry baby, don’t wan’ any to go to waste, y’know?” chris says looking at you with a sheepish grin. you roll your eyes at him with a breathless giggle.

he pulls his fingers out of you once he was content, turning around to find your panties before sliding them delicately up your legs. he then takes both of your hands in his to help you down from the counter. you begin to straighten out your dress, brushing some of the wrinkles out from it being scrunched up. chris zips his pants back up before wrapping his arms around you from behind, giving your neck small pecks. you melt into him, closing your eyes, taking a deep breath with a small smile. “thank you chris, i don’t know why i get like that.” you state.

chris shakes his head gently, “no, baby don’t apologize. i understand where you’re at. it takes a lot to get used to, to be honest the only thing that gets me through it, is my family, and well, you.” his words going straight to your heart making it melt.

and he’s right. because as you bit back the anxiety of going out and getting photographed with him, you realized everything he’s been telling you. if you both are out, they might as well be looking at you. and if people call you a slut, it might be worth it. it’s worth it to have him and his love.

and if you’re gonna be drunk, like you were planning on being, you might as well be drunk in love.

a/n: hi! originally writing this fic, i was cooking. and then it deleted half of it. i crashed out about it so u don’t have to. anyways omg 1989 era for chris! i think it fits him perfectly idk. i hope yall enjoyed this one :) i think it’s better than the sn fic i wrote for matt so lmk!! also if you’d like to be added to my taglist, u can either comment on here or i have a seperate post for it on my intro post! love u so much 🤍

taggies ! -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ @ellssturn @sturniolowho @ohlacyy @chrisowenmuncher

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roughdom!stepbro!chris x brattysub!stepsister!reader

🖤 content warning: 🖤 smut, stepsibling kink, f!masturbation, getting caught, praise, degradation/humiliation, rough fucking, squirting

🖤 summary: 🖤 chris finds out you've been withholding some information from him, and he teaches you a little lesson about what happens when you make him feel emasculated

hiiii it's @ariestrxsh ! dropping this on my second account for the controversial content. if you don't fw stepcest, don't read this !

dividers by @/strangergraphics

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It was a late summer night, and Chris had just shuffled through the front door after fiddling with his housekey, his basketball tucked under one arm. He lazily kicked off his Nikes near the entrance, leaving them in an inconvenient spot in the middle of the walkway like he frequently did.

He mindlessly left his keys on the kitchen counter where he'd forget he put them the next morning when he'd go to leave the house. He ran his fingers through his messy, grown out hair as he ascended the stairs, his tank top clinging to his sweat-covered chest.

He made his way down the hall, tossing his basketball into his bedroom before he trailed back down to the other end where the bathroom was. The door was shut, the light was on, and the shower was already running, every indication that it was already in use, but he entered anyway.

You were so busy with your dildo that was suction cupped to the shower wall that you didn't hear him come in, but he definitely heard you. You sank back onto the silicone that filled you to the hilt, your moans spilling out of you as it hit your pleasure spot.

"Hey sis. Havin' fun without me?" Chris' voice startled you, pulling you out of your fantasies that were, coincidentally, all about him.

You quickly threw your hand over your mouth, silencing your whimpers. You paused your movements, leaning back onto the dildo so it was completely hidden inside of you. Chris laughed on the other side of the curtain, pulling off his clothes and stripping down to his boxers. "Hello? Anybody in there?"

"Chris! What the hell are you doing in here?" You frantically asked, freezing like a deer in the headlights.

"You tell me what you're doin' in here first," he smirked, pulling back your shower curtain. His gaze narrowed in suspicion when he saw you nervously standing with your back against the shower wall. "What? You don't want my help?" He asked, giving you a puzzled look.

It wasn't like you to shoo him out of your shower and turn down his offer for sex. "I-I just wasn't expecting you home so soon," you managed to spit out after a moment of hesitation.

"What? Why you actin' weird?" He wondered aloud. You swallowed the lump in your throat, trying to figure out what to say.

It's not necessarily that you were embarrassed or that you didn't want Chris to know you were using a dildo. It was more about the size of it. Chris had casually mentioned a few times that he didn't mind you owning sex toys, but he did mind you owning sex toys that made his dick look small in comparison, and you knew he'd be less than thrilled to see a nine-inch silicone cock sticking to the shower wall.

"Nah, what are you hidin'?" Chris demanded, growing mistrustful of your out-of-character behavior.

"Chris. Please-" you started to say, but he snaked his fingers around your neck and tugged you closer to him, pulling you off of your toy. His eyes widened, and his smile fell when he saw it - veiny, realistic, and bigger than him. You knew you were in trouble.

"What the hell is that thing?" Chris asked, glaring at you before his eyes traveled back to the silicone toy that was bobbing behind you.

"Can we just not make a big deal out of it?" You asked, trying to put yourself between Chris and your toy and praying that he wouldn't notice the one detail about it that would set him off. However, the look on his face, his tightened jaw, his flared nostrils, and his furrowed brow told you that he had already noticed.

"Answer me," he told you through clenched teeth, tightening his grip on you. "What is that?"

"A dildo," you timidly answered.

"That's not just any dildo. That's a fuckin' monster cock. Jesus." He bore through you with his intimidating stare. "How long have you been hidin' that thing from me, hmm?"

Your gaze flicked up to meet his, your cheeks flushed and red. "Not long," you bluffed, shaking your head.

Chris reached into the shower and shut off the water. "You're lying," he replied, his intense blue eyes fixed on you. His lips were contorted in a contemptuous smirk as he awaited your response.

You gave him a half-hearted shrug, looking everywhere except at him with your bottom lip caught between your teeth. You couldn't tell him that you'd had it since before your parents had moved in together. In fact, with how much poking around he'd done in your room in the past year, it was a miracle he hadn't stumbled upon it sooner.

Chris couldn't believe you. First, you'd blackmailed him into being submissive for you. And now this.

You started to shiver, standing in the shower like a wet dog. Chris never took his eyes off of you. "You take it all?" He asked you, his voice dripping with lust.

"What?" You responded, your eyes flicking back up at him, caught off guard by his question.

"You know what I'm askin' ya. Don't play dumb, ya little slut. You take it all?" He repeated himself, which he hated doing. You stared back at him blankly, trembling. "Not gonna gimme an answer, huh?" Chris asked, loosening his grasp on you. "Why don't you show me then?"

Your eyebrows flew up, and your jaw slightly fell open at his order. You expected a lot of reactions from Chris. This wasn't one of them.

"You heard me," he told you, reaching for your face and stroking your cheek. You glanced down and noticed his growing erection that was starting to tent in his underwear.

You dumbly nodded, lining the toy up with your entrance again and sinking back onto it. Chris watched the pleasure wash over your face as you took it all.

"Wow. So all those times you told me I was too big, you were just sayin' it to stroke my ego, huh?" Chris asked, palming his bulge through his boxers. "Lyin' little slut. Seems like you can take a lot more than you let on."

Your face grew warm as he gawked at you, a smirk creeping into his dark expression. You started to bounce on the toy a little, loving the way the silicone filled you and how it pressed against your g-spot with every subtle movement you made. However, Chris thought you were enjoying yourself a little too much, and his smile quickly faded.

"Stop," he ordered you with the kind of tone you'd never dare question. You did as he said, pausing your movements. "You really like that toy, don't you?" He asked you in a soft coo.

You slowly nodded, your eyes locked onto his. "It's my favorite one."

"Well, that's a damn shame, isn't it?" He said, reaching up and gently stroking your face. "I mean, y'don't think I'm gonna let ya keep it, do ya?" He chuckled, shaking his head.

"But Chris," you pouted, batting your eyelashes at him with your big, round eyes.

"Awh. Don't be like that. C'mon. Give it to me," he sternly told you, holding out his hand. You hesitated for a moment, but you obeyed him, unsticking the dildo from the shower wall with a pop. You handed it over reluctantly, parting with your favorite toy, probably forever.

Chris snatched it from you, and he brought it up to your lips. "C'mon, pretty girl. Clean it off for me, first."

You gave him a look of disgust and tilted your head away, but he grabbed you by your jaw and forced you to face him. He gave you an unamused look as he tried to wedge the toy between your lips again.

You slowly parted them, and he slipped the dildo into your mouth, filling your tastebuds with your own flavor. He gave you a sadistic smile, watching your face flush with embarrassment as he pushed the toy in further. "Atta girl. Suck it clean for me, hmm?" He cooed, holding eye contact the entire time.

You nodded, hollowing your cheeks as you suckled on it. He worked the toy in and out of your mouth, eliciting a soft gagging sound from you. "Good girl, choke on it for me," Chris encouraged you.

His dick throbbed as tears started to well in your eyes, your lips stretching around the silicone cock and spit gathering in the corners of your mouth. "Fuckin' take it. Good girl," Chris praised you.

You hummed around the toy, your gaze locked on his as you clenched around nothing. He smirked, pulling it back out after you'd sucked it clean, a string of saliva hanging from the toy as he slipped it out from behind your lips.

"So fuckin' pathetic. You're such a slut, you'd let me do anything to ya," Chris proudly said, chuckling at the humiliating positions you were willing to put yourself in just because your stepbrother said so. He loved that about you.

"I'll be holding onto this for you," Chris smirked down at the toy you'd shamelessly sucked clean. "Finish up your shower. Your ass is mine once you're done," Chris winked at you with a seductive look in his eye, turning the water back on and yanking the curtain closed.

All you could think about as you stood under the warm water was Chris and what he had waiting for you when you were finished. You just knew he wasn't gonna go easy on you.

And he didn't.

No more than ten minutes later, he had you on all fours in his room, fist in your wet hair while he took you roughly from behind. You choked out a moan as Chris' hips rhythmically slammed against you, your ass rippling with every powerful thrust.

"Whats th'matter, hmm? My eight-inch cock not enough for you?" He panted next to your ear in a fake sweet voice.

"N-no, that's not it," you protested.

"Then what is it, hmm? Greedy girl," he purred, following it up with a dark chuckle as he strengthened his grip on your hair.

"I-" You started to say, but you cut yourself off with a squeal as his other hand came down full force, harshly slapping your ass.

"You what?" He teased you, knowing he was fucking you so dumb that you couldn't even form a whole sentence.

"I-" You started again, but your eyes were rolling back into your head, and you couldn't focus on anything besides the pure bliss you felt from Chris driving his cock into your pleasure spot with extreme precision over and over.

He laughed at you. "Well, no matter how big it is, you could never fuck yourself on that fake cock as good as I can fuck you," Chris grunted.

And he was right.

He sped up his deep strokes, his hips jolting forward at a relentless pace. He released your hair from his grip and pushed your head down onto his bed, your left cheek pressed into the mattress as he drilled into you. Hard.

"Say it. Tell me my cock satisfies you better than any toy could," Chris growled, mercilessly pounding into you from behind.

"Y-you f-fuck me b-better," you managed to squeak out in between whimpers.

Chris chuckled. "That's what I thought."

You clenched around him, your moans reaching a crescendo, as did the sound of skin slapping against skin. You couldn't see, talk, or think straight, and you felt yourself getting closer each time he rammed his tip into your gspot.

A smile curled on your lips as you finally reached your climax, but this wasn't just any typical climax. This one, you felt deeper in your core with more force behind it.

Your body writhed beneath Chris, succumbing to the power he had over you. You came undone, squirting onto him and coating his cock in your fluids. Your cunt rhythmically pulsed around his length as he moved in and out of you.

He'd only made you squirt a couple times before, so he couldn't hold back the satisfaction in his voice when he spoke again. "That's it. Good fuckin' girl. I bet your toy's never made you do that before, hmm?" He cooed, glancing down at the mess you made on him with a smug smile.

"Nuh uh. Never," you said breathlessly, shaking your head no.

"That's my girl. C'mon. Lemme use your pretty pussy just a little longer," Chris whispered, holding your hips still and pounding into you while he chased his own orgasm.

After a few more intense thrusts, he was filling you with his hot, sticky seed as he buried his cock completely inside your warm cunt. Profanities and loud moans poured from his lips, his head tipped back and eyes screwed shut as he emptied every last bit into you.

He slowly pulled out, admiring how pretty you looked with your ass sticking in the air and his cum slowly drooling out of your pussy. "Your sweet cunt is all mine. See? I marked it," he softly spoke, taking his two fingers and pushing his cum back into your hole to keep it from spilling out of you any more. You sharply inhaled at the sensation.

He made you feel so dirty in the best possible way.

He devilishly grinned, knowing the effect he had on you. "I will tell you what you get to put in here, sweetheart, and I say no toys that are bigger than me. Got it?"