My Kidnapper Fucking Me Slowly While Gripping My Hair & Holding My Head Back, Forcing Me To Watch My

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my kidnapper fucking me slowly while gripping my hair & holding my head back, forcing me to watch my missing person segment on tv. whispering in my ear "you're all mine, they'll never find you here" before kissing my neck & violently rutting into me as i cry.

I'm 155cm tall and this is how i imagine myself if i stood next to Chris 🤣

what about chris dating a short girlfriend, reader (her height is until his breast...if that make sense) and he finds her cute that she can't reach something on high places and ask for him

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Summary - Chris loves to mess with his short girlfriend.

Warning - swearing and fluff.

“Ugh, what the hell! Stupid asshole.” I mutter to myself as I try and reach the coffee mug that has been put on the high shelf. It’s only there because my loving boyfriend wants to see me struggle. “Fucking dickhead, what fuckhead finds it funny to do this to me?” I angrily grunt out.

The whole time I’m trying to reach this stupid cup and cussing out, my boyfriend, Chris, is leaning against the wall behind me, desperately trying to hold in his laughter. Admittedly, though, he loves the view and the way my ass jiggles when I jump up and down.

Groaning, I spy a stool. I go and grab it, placing it where I need it. Before I hop onto the chair, I weigh down my options and the consequences of my actions, If I were to stand on this stool and possibly fall, I could seriously hurt myself, but if I call my dickhead of a boyfriend for help, then I’ll never hear the end of it, but I won’t be hurt. 

Deciding on the safer option, I call for him. “Chris!” He chuckles, startling me. Turning quickly, I find that he’s been standing there the whole time by the grin on his face. “You asshole, you’ve been watching me try and get this cup that you, for some reason, keep putting out of reach this whole time and just decide not to help?” I pout, crossing my arms across my chest.

He grins, and the smug bastard shrugs, “I couldn’t pass up the view you were gracing me with.” I glare at him, and he pinches my cheek while grabbing the cup I wanted. “Aww, baby, you’re so cute. I like it when you need me.” He leans down and pecks my lips, handing me the cup.

“I’ll always need you, Chris, but stop putting shit so high up or no sex.” I smile at the shocked look on his face. 

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Haaa.... salesmen with a bad mustache.. man i love the description 🤣

White Flag || Lloyd Hansen

Summary: You live a quiet life as the wife of a travelling salesmen with a bad moustache. You visit the country club and get manicures while Lloyd travels the world selling cleaning supplies - or at least that’s what he tells you. But there’s more secrets in this marriage than just Lloyd’s. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, spanking, unprotected sex, butt plugs, canon-typical violence, pet names, guns, blood WC: 1883

“Oh, honey, you’re home.” You gasped, pleasantly surprised to find Lloyd reclined on the sofa watching a Dodgers game. “How was your trip?”

He opened his arm up in invitation for you to join him and you cozied into his embrace as he deliberated his answer. “It was…successful.”

A cocky smile curved beneath his moustache that he refused to shave, calling it his ‘lucky ‘stache’. He was reminiscing on the thrill of his week: the explosions, the chase and finally the kill. It had been exhilarating but he still enjoyed returning home to the quiet suburban life you had built from his fortune.

He chuckled as he looked around the living room decorated with high end fixtures and gilded designs. You were the perfect housewife for him, accepting his fabricated stories without a beat and making sure he was pampered whenever he was home.

“That’s wonderful. I was going to the Hamptons with the girls from tennis this weekend but I can cancel that if you’re going to be here.” You said as you stoked chest, playing with the chain he always wore around his neck.

“I’m not home for long sunshine.” He said with a rueful smile. “I’ll be gone by Friday, another sales convention, but how about next week we go away together. Anywhere you want.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” You warned before moving to straddle his hips and graze your teeth over his throat. “First, I want you to show me how much you missed me. It’s so lonely when you go away.”

His cock stirred from your teasing, grinding your pussy over him and tipping his head back so you could leave your mark over the thick vein jutting from his neck. He caught your hips and flipped you so he could cage you beneath him, done with playing after going nearly a week without your body. His hand had not been nearly as satisfying as you and he was desperate to find his favourite place once again.

“With pleasure.” He chuckled as he tore the fabric of your dress apart and dragged your panties down your legs. You were about to kick off your shoes when he shook his head and tutted. “Leave the heels, sugar plum. You’re gonna need them.”

He pulled you to your feet and spun you away from him, pressing you forward until you were bent over the couch. He nudged your legs wider as you heard his buckle falling to the floor with his trousers and felt him slap his cock against your cunt. You moaned at the sensation of his head hitting your clit but the tight grip of his hand on your hips stopped you from being able to push back and impale yourself on it.

“Please, Lloyd, I missed you.” You begged. “You know my fingers can’t fuck me the way you do.”

“You’re such a needy slut.” Your husband chuckled, slapping a palm down your backside and watching his effects ripple across your body until you shuddered and moaned. “You’re just a whore for any attention I give you. You could probably just come from me spanking you.”

Your pussy clenched at the thought and you knew Lloyd saw as he groaned at the sight, bringing his palm swiftly down again, only closer to your cunt. The warmth of his handprint spread across your ass and your back arched as your folds ran slick with your juices.

“You look so fuckable bent over in those heels.” Lloyd smirked as he stepped back to admire your body before filling you with his cock in one hard thrust. “Fuck, oh this is my home, sunshine.”

You whined as he pulled out and left your empty once again, reaching into his suitcase that was still packed beside the sofa. “I got you a present.”

You looked over your shoulder to find him balancing a gun metal butt plug in his palm, tossing it up to snatch it from the air and show you the engraved lettering at the handle. L.H. “You know this ass belongs to me.”

He spat on the blunt end and ran it through your folds before fucking you with the bulb to get it nice and slick. You moaned at the feel of it pressing against your ass, the tight ring stretching as he coaxed it in further. 

“Good girl, take it all. There you go.” He praised as the widest part passed through and your ass clenched around the thinner neck with a deeply satisfied cry. “Perfect. Now, where was I?”

Your head fell back in ecstasy as he eased his way back into you and he was acutely aware of how tight you were with both holes filled. He tried to take it easy but within seconds he was pounding his hip against you, every thrust pushing against the butt plug and sending flashes of light blinding your vision. 

“Shit.” Lloyd growled loudly as your walls fluttered around his cock and a light on the side table caught his attention. “Your phone's ringing.”

“Whoever it is can wait.” You said as you pushed back and rutted against him, needing the release that was so close. “I need my husband to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

He snapped back to his task and braced a leg up on the couch so he could get even deeper, his long cock threatening to breach into your abdomen with his furious pace. You were so close to bliss, the heat of an oncoming orgasm spreading quickly across your skin, when your phone lit up again and an alert broke you from the reverie. 

“Fuck.” You swore as you dove over the couch, missing his fullness as he frowned at your disappearance. His cock was stiff and glistening with your juices as you swiped the phone off the table but not before he saw the black and red alert. 

“Fuck is right.” He stated coldly as he stepped closer to you, his eyes bleeding to an ice blue as his facade was dropped. “Really, sunshine?”

“It’s not my fault you fucked up.” You shot back in defence. “You killed another asset.”

The phone buzzed in your hand - the kill order flashing across the screen waiting for you to confirm the kill. 

“I have to admit, I never saw this coming, you had me fooled.” He chuckled. “You’re really good.”

“It wasn’t all an act, honey.” You smirked proudly. “The assignment was to keep an eye on you. The company suggested neighbours, I wanted you.”

“Well you got me. Now what?” He asked as he took another step closer, his cock still hard at the thought of a fight or a fuck. 

You slipped the heels from your feet, the fabric of your torn dress still draped around your body. “I love you.” 

“I feel a but coming on.” He said as he cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders. 

“But I have a job to do.” 

You knew every place that Lloyd had hidden a gun in the house and raced to the hall table. The drawer had a false bottom that had a smoke grenade as well as a SIG Sauer M18 that was always left loaded and you needed that weapon. He was quick to chase you and you felt his arm wrap around your wrist and spin you at the hall wall.

Years of playing the housewife hadn’t softened you despite the leisurely lifestyle and decadent meals at the finest restaurants. In fact, you were a regular in Lloyd’s gym when he was away and the girls at the country club loved a friendly tennis competition. You knew there was a chance you would get activated from your sleeper status but you had also hoped the call never came - you really did love Lloyd.

You caught yourself before you could smash against the antique mirror that lined the hall and you looked at the reflection to see your husband’s fierce sneer. The sight of his neck thick with tensed muscles and his gritted teeth combined with the feel of his cock pressed against your back left a breathy moan escape and fog the glass.

His eyes widened and his cock twitched, the distraction enough for you to break his hold and turn the tables. You punched the mirror and tore a shard out as you pressed your forearm to his throat, pinning him to the wall.

“Is it wrong that I’m harder than a rock right now?” Lloyd chuckled before it was cut off from the pressure you applied.

“At least you’ll die happy.” You raised the glass shard but your muscles refused to finish it. Your own hand was bleeding from holding it so tight until you screamed and stabbed it into the wall beside his head. “Fuck!”

Your hold on his throat loosened as you tried to gather the courage to complete your mission and he took the moment of weakness to kick your leg out. You stumbled sideways and winced at the pain that flared as you put weight on the hurt leg. His gait was predatory as he slowly caught up to you, taking his time enjoying the show. The pain in your leg was almost enough to detract you from the reminder of the butt plug still nestled inside your ass but each step moved it slightly in and out. 

A smirk grew on his lips as he noticed the change in your breathing and the bead of your pleasure rolling down your bare thighs. “Oh, sweetheart, you look like you could use a hand. How about we finish this after we finish that?”

The temptation was indescribable as he fisted his cock and stroked its length enticingly, all the while closing the distance between you. 

“How do I know you aren’t just going to kill me?”

He reached into his suit jacket hanging on the hooks along the wall, pulling out a handkerchief that was embroidered with his initials just like the gift he put in you. “It’s a truce, here’s my white flag.”

“Then after we have both finished we pick up where we left off.” You confirmed as you reached out to take the offering but he pulled it away with a pause.

“Plus recovery time.” He added. “I wouldn’t want to have the advantage because I fucked you until you can’t walk.”

“An hour should do.” You agreed and reached again only to have it pulled away.

He pursed his lips together and shook his head. “I was thinking more like 20 years.”

He dropped the flag and caught you by the waist, crashing his lips against yours as he stole any argument you might have had. Adrenaline spiked at the thought of the danger you would face, in defying the kill order you would put a target on your own back but the thrill left you hungry for the challenge.

“Do you actually think we can run for 20 years?” You asked as he backed you to a wall and lifted your injured leg up, thrusting his cock between your dripping folds.

“I’m not running.” He growled, his teeth clamping over the meat of your shoulder until you cried out. “This is my home and I’ll kill everyone who tries to take it from me.”

SHIRTS.

Fashion

YAZZZZZZZZZZ

Chris Evans giving sex hair vibes 🥴

and this hoe cannot be stopped.

*NSFW - MINORS DNI*

Run your fingers through his hair.

Bite his lips, feel the vibration of his low chuckle as he growls.

Wrap your legs around his waist, bring him in deeper.

Feel the strong muscles engulfing you, and claw at his broad back.

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