I don't put any real people roles in my tier (such as Tommy Lee or Donald Trump) except the ones that don't use their real name, if I accidentally put one in there please tell me.
So... Chase Collins from The Covenant (2006) I think he definitely would do it and be good at it. I mean he did mention it himself ANDDD we do see what he did in the film so he goes in the red.
The Winter Soldier NOT Bucky btw, he definitely would do it when he's being commanded to do, and he would be good at it.
Nick Fowler from The 355 definitely would js hijack the cybertrucks or smth, he probably and run over someone but I bet he can't drive /jk.
Lee Bodecker from The Devil All The Time, I haven't watched the movie but I've heard smth about him so I think he might be in the red idk.
Charles Blackwood from We Have Always Lived in the Castle, I believe he is insane or smth idk I also haven't watched the movie yet, I bet he would run over someone and probably don't make it out alive tho, I've seen clips of him begging a mother and her kid to forgive him.
Steve Kemp from Fresh (2022) definitely would run over Noa's gang when they are running away from him if he didn't hurt his leg and no dih, I bet he would be bad at it tho, idk it js seem like it.
Jack Benjamin from Kings, idk it's js the vibes he's giving, I mean I js watched only half of the series and I haven't seen him accomplish anything yet (he's my baby frfr)
Jefferson the Mad Hatter from Once Upon a Time definitely would do it if someone pays him, but he would be bad at it because he doesn't know how the car works ofc.
Justin Capshaw from Law & Order depends on the situation whether his kidnapper hates them or not, I bet if he doesn't have a sniper he probably would run over them or smth.
Bucky Barnes from Civil War & Post-Endgame would depend on the situation if he would run over them or not, Civil War era probably would kill them but Post-Endgame era probably would try to keep them alive unless they are hydra or smth. But I know both are GOOD at it.
Max from Shaper, idk It's js the vibes, I haven't watched the movie I've heard he's mentally unwell or smth.
Chris from Destroyer, I remember I was watching the movie then fell asleep and didn't continue when I woke up. But I think he's more like grey dude or smth from my memory idk I only watched half of it.
Ben from The Apparition, by depends on the situation I mean depends if the demon he accidentally summons caused the car accident or not because we all know if he's in one himself he would be the victim.
Lance Tucker from The Bronze, Idk why I put him there I think he should be on 'is the victim' or smth💔🥀🥀
Carter Baizen from Gossip Girl, he's definitely the depends on situation type, I doubt if he can even drive a car tho.
Chris Beck from The Martian, idk it's js the vibes he's giving me. Edit : js watched The Martian, he definitely depends on the situation but is good at it.
Joshua from Ricki and The Flash, he's a baby no way he would do it, DOES HE SEEM LIKE THE TYPE TO KILL SOMEONE? btw I have watched this movie a few times when I was YOUNG and I didn't know he was in the movie until now so I can't remember much😭.
Jeff Gilliooly from I, Tonya, as bad as he is I don't think he would kill a person on purpose... I guess idk.
Bucky Barnes from The First Avenger, I doubt if he can drive a car or not, I bet he could shoot the tires tho idek why I put him there... He should be in 'wouldn't do it but is good at it'. Edit : I forgot about What-ifs, the Barnes stole jeep meme.
Johnny from Tony 'n Tina's Wedding, hey now, my baby wouldn't kill a person INTENTIONALLY, but I bet he would get drunk and ACTUALLY accidentally kill someone, he might die in the car accident or not idk.
Terry the Terrific from The Magic of Passion, he's too sober to be in drunk car accident and he wouldn't kill a person or even his childhood friend that fuck his mom. So yea
Blaine from Hot Tub Time Machine, he wouldn't be in a car accident, I can see him as a victim tho, but he definitely would help someone from one, we all see when he and his friends help that dude when his arm is off in a car accident.
Harry from Spread, he's probably much into girls for that anyway
Andrew from The Black Swan, he's my baby and he's innocent. And this is one of the movies I've seen when I was very young and also traumatized me so I can't remember much of Andrew.
Kent from Talk Radio, he's probably too high for that idk
Hal Carter from Picnic, idk it's the abs that's giving me the vibes that he's good at it.
Dayton White from Logan Lucky, he's a racer of course he is good at running someone over, but he's my baby and wouldn't kill a soul.
Ben from Red Doors, he probably gets run over because the pranks or smth
Kid in Subway from 71 Fragments of a Chronology of Chance, he literally is js a kid no way he can run someone over.
God the Bounty Hunter from Ghosted, we all see what Son of Sam did to him, but others than that I bet he is good at it and can kill or not kill someone from it. I mean he is a bounty hunter.
TJ Hammond from Political Animals, idk it's js the vibes that my baby is giving me, no way, he couldn't kill a soul.
Martin Waters from The Architect, he js a civilian, but he is giving the victim vibe.
Edit : I js watched I'm Dying Up Here so I'm gonna put Clay Apuzzo in ‘is the victim’ because he is
T.W.: language, general violence, feelings, dub-con, p-in-v, illusions of oral(F rec)
A.N.: Does anybody remember a few months ago when I said I rewatched this movie, fell in love with Chris again, and started writing? Yeah, writer's block tried to take me out but BAM! Here's this. Hope you enjoy!!
Part 2
Masterlist
This town doesn't have much. A gas station, the bar, a few other small pop and pop type businesses. The run-down bowling alley and the bar seemed to be the only form of entertainment unless you drive an hour plus away. The diner however held hope. It always smelled like burnt coffee, grease, and some unknown cleaner that was mildly offensive to your senses.
The whole place looked like an obscurely off brand Waffle House that was dropped in the middle of the desert. Black and white checkered floors and mustard yellow walls, sticky tables and booths embellished with neon orange cushions lining the front windows. It's the kind of place that feels like home when you have nowhere else to go and then - there was Chris.
He sat back in the booth, broad shoulders squared and eyes on alert. He was always on alert, always watching. For what? You didn't know, but you want to. Not in an offensive way. You’re just curious to know what makes him tick. The ghosts that haunt his past, the thoughts that plague his mind in the middle of the night. What makes a man like Chris wake up in a cold sweat?
He’s wearing the same denim shirt from the first night you met him, the sleeves ripped off to show his tan skin stretched over corded muscles and the tattoo on his shoulder you’d always assumed was his mom. It’s almost infuriating how good he looks even as those bright blue eyes seemingly look straight through your soul. A sinful smirk on his face like he’s already seen you naked.
The diner went quiet for a minute. Neither of you said anything but you could feel his eyes searing through your movements as you slid into the booth across from him. “Sorry I’m late.” You muttered, adjusting the strap on your bag.
“You’d apologize for breathing if you got the chance.” He murmurs.
“Who says I haven’t?” You snark back.
Chris, unlike everyone else, doesn’t push or pry. He just sits across the table and stays quiet for a moment. Just long enough for the world to fade away again. “Silas, right?”
Your breath hitches and panic sets in. Your eyes dart round like you’re looking for the gangster. “H-how’d you…?” You knew how this looked. The implications and backlash you’d face if anyone from your former life found you here with him.
He leans forward, his broad frame filling the booth entirely. “Every pretty face comes with a shitty backstory.”
“And you think I’m going to give you something.”
“No, I know you will.”
“What makes you say that?” You ask, already getting ready to jump up and run out the door. “You’re a dirty cop. Why would I talk to you?”
His eyes darken slightly, regarding you in a way that makes your muscles lock before he looks out the window. “You kept tabs on Erin after you thought I was dead.”
“So?”
“So, I used you to keep an eye on my family… and I saw what you did.” You bristled again, fingers tightening on your bag strap. You almost make it all the way up before his hand clamps around your own and he drags you back down. “Two broken ribs, a broken nose, split lip and a patch of hair gone. Any idea how that happened?”
Your eyes narrow at him. You start to mumble a denial but the look in his eyes tells you it's not convincing. “The charges were dropped. They couldn't prove anything.”
“I'm not here to prove your guilt. I already know. Or were you not listening, babe?”
“I'm not your babe.”
“No,” he grins. “But you did try to take out the mother of my kid. I want to know why.” Again, you hesitate.
Where do you even start? How do you explain that you knew about the baby long before he did? Long before the bank or the shots that would cut through the quiet afternoon. How does a person explain that you could've prevented so much but didn't because of a promise to someone who didn't care if anyone else lived or died?
You pull your hand away and plop back down, crossing your arms over your chest. “The bitch had it coming.”
“Why?”
“Are you serious?” You scoff. “You're a fucking FBI agent. I know you're not an idiot.”
“Humor me.” He says with another smirk. “This is technically a date. We’re supposed to be talking, right?”
“This date is basically an interrogation.”
His tongue clicks against his teeth and he leans in again. His voice lowers to something warm and slow like molasses. “You were always jealous of her. She got the attention you never did. She got me in a way you never could.”
“I didn't want you like that.”
“No? Then why are you here? Why'd you stay in contact with Erin after everything? Why'd you beat the fucking shit out of her a month after my daughter was born?”
Your fist slams on the table between you, fire flaring in your eyes. “The bitch knew. She knew she was knocked up but she didn't bother saying dick to anyone until after.”
“So you stalked her?”
“I waited.” You seethe before jumping up and taking off, barely avoiding his hand when he reached out to grab you.
Adrenaline pumped through your veins like liquid fire as you raced out of the diner and into the parking lot. The sunset paints shades of pink and orange along your escape route, casting long shadows that morph and blend in the corner of your eyes.
Gravel crunches under your shoes. Blood rushes to your ears, the sound of your own heart beating drowns out Chris’s voice behind you. His thunderous steps follow your own like a wolf in the night chasing his prey. You didn't know what tonight would bring but darting around a poorly lit, nearly abandoned parking lot definitely wasn't in your plan.
Chris however, knew you'd run like a scared rabbit. You always were a little jumpy, it's one of the things he liked about you. The idea that one look could make you crumble like an ancient wall; beautiful and strong but fragile in a way you'd never admit to. He loved every moment of it. Erin might have his daughter but you held his heart.
You felt free. Young in a way you can't remember feeling before now. An almost euphoric giggle would threaten to bubble up if you weren't convinced of an inevitable retaliation. Men like Chris don't play about their family and Erin was technically family. So, you kept running.
The crack in the pavement would've been obvious if it weren't for the shadows eating away at the evening sun. Inky black stretched out, hiding the offending spot. You didn't notice it until your toe caught and you careened face first into the side of an all too familiar red and white truck.
“Careful, darlin', I don't want any dents in her.” Chris’s voice drawled through your confusion “and your head is probably just dense enough to do it.”
“Fuck off.” You groaned, keeping your forehead pressed to the cool steel.
“You don't get it, do you?” He asked, sounding equally smug and amused. “I'm not mad. Or pissed off or whatever you've got stuck in that pretty little brain of yours.”
“Then what do you want?”
Silence was his answer. You didn't see the amused look shift to something deeper. Or the smirk on his face fading to a thin line as a muscle in his jaw clenched. His boots crushed asphalt in quiet steps until you could feel his body heat at your back.
He's not touching, not yet. Just observing, memorizing every curve, the pattern of each breath. Noticing when it hitches low in your chest. “She told you before the bank.”
“No. I found her throwing up in the bathroom one morning at the house… I thought you knew.”
“Do you think I'm stupid enough to go through with Silas' half assed plan if I knew? I would've called you all in.”
“But you didn't. Why?”
“I loved her. I thought she loved me too.”
You can't help it. The sudden burst of disbelieving laughter that breaks through your lips as you turn your head just enough to face him. “Greed and lust go hand in hand.”
“Huh. Do they?” He snarks and raises a hand. Again, he doesn't touch you but you feel his hand move and hover just over your shoulder. Just close enough to feel the heat wafting off of him. “You know what they said when I woke up? They said someone called in the robbery as soon as the vans were parked… whoever it was probably saved my life.”
“Lucky you.”
“Yeah, lucky me.” He smirks and hooks two fingers under your chin, urging you to look at him. “I heard the call. I know it was you.”
Your eyes widen slightly and you start to pull away. “I… I didn't- I don't -.”
“Yeah, darlin', you do.” Chris says, cutting you off. “You played guardian angel. Twice. For a guy who fucked you once out of pity.”
The words registered like a slap to the face - disbelief then anger. You spun on him and lifted a fist, aimed and ready to break his nose just like you did Erin's once upon a time. Then, in one swift motion he catches your wrist and pins it to the truck as he leans in and seals his lips over yours. Searing hot and desperate.
Chris’s free hand tangles in your hair, keeping you in place- pinned between him and the truck. You push against him, gasping for air. Chris takes advantage and nips at your bottom lip before pulling away, a thin string of saliva keeping you connected. “Were you gonna hit me, angel?”
“Yeah, I was.” You pant and nod. “Until you rudely interrupted.”
He smirks and shifts a little, the outline of his half hardened length lightly brushing your hip. “I'm trying to say thank you.”
“By cornering me?”
“I didn't corner you. It's your own fault for coming this way and not paying attention… can't say I'm disappointed by it though.”
You glare at him for a moment. Your fingers tighten their hold on his shirt, before signing. “Erin should've told you.”
“I know, but she didn't.”
“Do you at least get to see the kid?”
“She’s the best thing in my life.” He says with a smile that fades faster than the sunset, “I'm not with Erin… I couldn't after that.”
“I don't blame you.” You say softly. “I would've told her to kick rocks too.”
“Obviously.” He laughs and moves his hand from your hair to gently trace your jawline. “I keep thinking about it, ya know? That night…”
“We shouldn't have done that. I should've walked away like you said.”
“You didn't and I'm not going to ask you to again.” He admits and leans in again to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m gonna ask you to stay.”
“Why?” You ask, tilting your head up just enough for the glare in your eyes to catch the burning lust on his.
“Let's just say I have my reasons. You'll figure it out soon enough.” He answers with another smirk and traces his hand lightly down the length of your throat. Heated skin passing over your collar bone and down the valley of your breasts, hooking your shirt. “I didn't come here to fight.”
“No. You came here to fuck.”
“Wrong.” He growls and moves both hands to your hips to lift you against the side of the truck. You let out a small noise of protest as your legs wrap around his waist. “I came to say thank you and to apologize.”
“This isn't the way to do it.”
“Do I look like I care?” Chris half-laughs before his lips are crashing against yours again. Breathy, needy, desperate. A claim even you can't ignore anymore. Not that you'd want to.
Some would call it foolish, others selfish, but you refused to let go of that night. You refused to let go of the belief that Erin was always wrong. Even in his presumed death - and by the time he's convinced you to let him lay you across the bench seat in his truck you've forgotten about the betrayal of trust.
The parking lot is fully shroud in darkness but you're not sure that would matter to Chris either way. You're spread wide, sneakers hiding away in some lost corner of the floorboard under your forgotten jeans. Chris's head nestled perfectly between your thighs, savoring every moan that spills from your lips, lapping up every drop you could possibly spare. You weren't totally sure how you ended up here but by the third time he walked you to the edge then abruptly stopped you were practically begging for mercy.
“Nu-uh, darlin’, gotta forgive me first.” He taunted as he pulled away, drawing his fingers from your tight heat when he felt your walls pulse excitedly.
“Fuck you, Chris.” You pant out.
“Is that what you want? I thought you said that was a bad idea.” He smirks and leans in again to lick a stripe up your folds before moving to loom over you. “Just say you forgive me for using you and I'll make sure you cum.”
“I don't… I don't even know what I'm forgiving you for…”
He smiles a little and kisses your forehead then your cheeks. “You're forgiving me for walking away the first time, and not paying attention every time after.”
You blink up at him, some of the haze clearing out of your head. “I didn't want to see you hurt…”
“I know, darlin’, I know.” He mutters and kisses you again. “I'm not. I'm fine. I'm here.”
You almost let the tears out. Almost let yourself break down and feel the pain you turned to anger and held close to your chest for so long. Instead you lean up and kiss him again, letting your hands trail down his chest and stomach, stopping just short of the button on his jeans. Chris lets out a low approving groan in the back of his throat and shifts his hips, grinding against you. “Don't tease, baby.” He mutters, taking advantage of your gasp to delve his tongue in your mouth. Your fingers fumble with the button and zipper for a moment before finally getting them loose.
Chris pulls back and shoves his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his cock. His hand wraps around his length and gives it a few lazy pumps, looking you over again. Just to make sure you're both on the same page before finally giving in. He moves at a glacial pace, slowly sinking into you inch by inch with a low groan. “Shit… forgot how tight you are.”
“You know I don't let people touch me.” You grit out, nails digging into his shoulders again.
“Thank fuck for that.” He huffs as he starts to move. Even, controlled, agonizingly slow thrusts. Every stroke meant to drive you crazy and fill your senses with only him.
His crystal blue eyes, blown wide with lust. The touch of his hands as they map your curves, holding your hips to keep you exactly where he wants you. Where he's always wanted you but could never bring himself to divert from the plan. His weight pressing down on you from above, letting you feel every hard ridge and plane of muscle.
“I'm not going anywhere…” He breathes out, peppering your face with soft kisses. Lust shifting to love without you really noticing at first. “... Not again. I'm here if you want me.”
“Don't make promises you can't keep.”
“Who said I can't?” He grins and kisses you again, sliding a hand between your bodies to circle lightly on your clit. “Now, c'mon and let me hear my name.”
“Beetlejuice”
“Smartass.” Chris laughed and doubled his efforts, dragging his cock in and out of your channel. His hands tighten their hold on your hips, pulling you down the seat to match each thrust. “I didn't keep tabs on you to deal with a brat.”
“I didn’t beat up Erin for you.” You groan, nipping at his neck.
“I know. You did it because she broke your trust.” He says, punctuating each word with a brutal slam to that spot deep inside that makes you see stars. Your eyes flutter shut for a moment before you feel his fingers lightly grab your jaw. “Eyes open, angel, wanna see those pretty eyes when you fall apart on my cock.”
You whimper a little and shake your head. “I can’t… It’s too much.”
“Awe, c’mon baby. It ain’t all bad. You’ve got me now. You won.” He grunts, watching with interest when your back arches and your chest presses into him. “That’s it. C’mon, just a little more for me.” He coaxes, pinning you under him. Your whole body shudders and shakes as you finally fall over the edge, loudly moaning his name like it's the last sound that’ll ever leave your lips again.
He holds you through it. Coaxing more moans and mewls from your lips before he pulls out, releasing his spend on the ground. You watch him with curiosity before he shrugs, “can’t afford two little ones right now.”
You huff out a laugh and roll your eyes as you sit up. “Only right now, huh? Should I be worried?”
“No,” Chris says and shakes his head, tucking himself away. “I wouldn’t ask that of you. Ever… but I will wait for you. Until you’re ready to trust me again.”
“Chris, I…” You trail off, tugging your shirt down to cover yourself better. He watches you for a moment before reaching out, holding your face in his hands. “I’m not asking for an answer right now. I’m just asking that when you decide you’re done running. You call me first, deal?”
You lean forward, resting your forehead against his. “Deal.” You say, your voice a low whisper, quietly sealing the promise.
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
"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."
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.
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.
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?"
