#client!chris

[theyluvpeach]

champagne ﹠ sunshine by plvtinum.

client!chris can't help but think about dealer!reader... in inappropriate ways.

warnings .ᐟ.ᐟ : pervy chris, male masturbation, ive never written smut before but i was feelin freaky idk.

He groans as he rubs his length. You're a parasite is what you are, invading his mind like a damn disease.

He almost moaned your name earlier when he was fucking some other girl, what you've reduced him to is embarrassing. But he can't help it, you're a sight for sore eyes.

He just wants to know how hard he'd have to work for it—or if you'd just let him get away with it, letting him pin your hands above your head and him having his way with you.

He doesn't really care which one it is. He just wants to fuck you. Needs to fuck you.

"F-fuck—" He moans at the thought of you finally letting him sink into you after begging on his knees for 30 minutes. God, you're terrible. You've got him turned on at the thought of him begging for you.

"C-come— needa— ple-please?" He pleads. Even though you're not there, even though it's just him alone in his room rubbing his cock messy of his pre. "S-shit-! Shit!" He lets out a loud whine, one that leads to his back arching off the bed, his eyes rolling back, and come spurting all over his chest and sheets.

He pants as he comes down from his orgasm, and that's when it settles in. That he's never come like that. That the whole reason he came like that is because of you. He came at the thought of you being an asshole to him.

He groans, wiping his come stained hand on his sheets. You're a big problem that needs to be solved.

tags ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @sosasturns @domizzzsstuff

[joenateuser]

Chris Hemsworth | via Luke Zocchi’s instagram

[fandomfluffandfuck]

that last ask is going to plague my brain for the next week, now im thinking of bodyguard!chris and seb, specifically bodyguard!chris making him wear a vibe during an important event (seb was okay with it, honestly he probably begged lmao), and seb not being able to do much except sit there and glance over to Chris, who’s just sitting next to him, enjoying the small whimpers that hes so desperately trying to conceal, loving to see him squirm <3

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THERE ARE SO MANY THOUGHTS.

Bodyguard 👏🏻 Chris 👏🏻 and 👏🏻 Client 👏🏻 Sebastian 👏🏻

Short, haphazard list of thoughts under the cut because I can't fucking resist. Also, there's a short stint about guns, all hypothetical, though, just in Seb's imagination, nothing violent

Sebastian wearing a vibrating plug to an important event--having cameras flash all in his face, the shutters of the hungry cameras and shouting of his name from fervent fans and starstruck photographers alike, Seb just a sweet, lonely seal pup in shark infested waters--and slowly getting pinker and pinker with the blush staining high on his pretty cheekbones and across the bridge of his nose.

Chris is there to catch him when they're walking off the red carpet and into the premiere, Sebastian stumbling on fawn-weak legs with the vibrations getting so deep inside him, hitting him right where it counts, against his swollen, sensitive prostate, and making him crumble. All he can do is weakly cling to Chris, letting himself sway into the lapel of his suit jacket just to be against his big, solid chest and whimper, his watering mouth brushing the soft fabric, desperate to bury himself in his bodyguard's chest hair and suckle at his sharp collarbone just to have something to sate his oral fixation.

He's not going to survive this.

He knows there will be photos of him blushing with his mouth just slightly open and his eyes glassy after this, but... he can't find it in himself to care about what that does to his publicity when Chris' big, warm hands are propping him up, smoothing the wrinkles out of his suit, sweeping down his shoulders, and adjusting his tie.

Speaking of holding him up like a master behind a puppet...

Chris' hands are always all over him.

Chris will adjust his cufflinks for him, straying from the job for just long enough to encircle his wrists with his long, thick fingers, reminiscent of the padded leather cuffs Chris used on him just hours ago. Underneath his suit, the bruises are still forming. Just one squeeze, and Sebastian is weak at the knees, a dreamy gasp falling off his glistening bottom lip.

Chris will fix his tie, tugging on it just enough when they're alone in a room to bring their lips together, brushing teasingly, hot and humid, taking chest-fulls of shared breath. Sebastian needs a minute to clear his head after, before they go out there, if Chris didn't know so well just what he needs and what's too much or not enough, he could spiral from just that. Their lips brush, Sebastian's head tilting and leaning back, arching and begging wordlessly for more with just the curve of his neck and heavy drop of his eyelids.

Chris will guide him through doors, into the backs of cars, and push him through crowds with a heavy hand at the small of his back. The security of having him right there, just a step behind him, broad and imposing, all body-heat and confience-oozing swagger, leaves Sebastian struggling to look forward when he's moving. He just wants to twist around and see Chris. He wants to watch him. But, more than anything, he wants to be good. So. He'll go wherever his bodyguard directs him, moving him, directing him, manhandling him. God. It makes him shiver.

Chris doesn't carry a weapon with him, mostly because Sebastian requested he refrain when he hired Chris in the first place, but after meeting Chris--after getting to know him? And knowing him intimately? Sebastian kind of wishes that he had requested he did. He's not afraid of fans; there's no reason he would expect Chris to use a firearm or weapon, so it would just be for intimidation or peace of paranoid mind. Yet...

Sebastian has moments.

Flashes of bright, hot heat where he thinks about it. He knows Chris is licensed to conceal carry. He's a minted bodyguard. So, it's almost a given.

He sees it across the backs of his eyelids in varying, colorful scenarios that shouldn't, but do, turn him on--Chris lifting his arms when reaching for Seb's bag, getting off of a flight, grabbing Seb's arm to steady him as he gets out of a car, raising his arms to plow through a crowd, or even nonchalantly stretching and lifting a hand to his yawning mouth to show off to someone threatening that he has a gun. Just a flash. A tiny little, heart-pounding glimpse of that power.

Seb's mind flits between fantasies...

Oh, god.

Sometimes, the firearm is rested safely in a holster on his belt, wrapped as tight as Sebastian aches to be around his waist, and other times, the gun is tucked into his waistband, no holster, just shoved in, obscenely bulging his slacks. Seb can't decide if he likes the mental image of Chris tucking a gun into his waistband at the front or back. Chris is fucking packing heat already--he makes Seb's brain melt out of his ears with his cock, long and thick and so fucking teeth-rattling good--and Seb wouldn't be able to survive more but then...

That ass.

Seeing a gun tucked into his waistband just above that fucking fat ass that drives him insane already would be, guh. Seb, yeah, Seb would not be able to survive it. He's weak for Chris.

Chris doesn't need a weapon, though.

Chris is already sharp enough without it. His mind. His model-face allows him to get away with anything, leaving everyone, including Sebastian, in a puddle. His eyes cut through crowds, ocean waves that harden into a dark, deep blue Seb would do anything for. His mouth can talk him out of anything, charming and plush, inspiring the most perverse kind of obedience from whoever he speaks to. His body, shoulders and pecs and biceps and hands and thick abs and ass and thighs and all, every fucking inch of it, is built for power and dominance. His wardrobe is classic and he's always dressed to kill. He's too much. Sebastian still can't believe he's ever gotten into such a fucking incredible, unprofessional relationship with him. He's too much.

He's so distracting, keeping Seb perfectly safe--his protector, big and strong--that it leaves him feeling like swooning. Chris makes him into a needy, desperate, delicate little thing. And Chris doesn't mind one fucking bit. There's a reason he got into this business. He likes control and order and protecting those he cares about. As much as he hits Seb's buttons, Seb's long-legged, clumsy-eager aching to be good for him hits Chris' own buttons.

And for as ruined as some event photos are by their filthy shenanigans showing all over sweet Sebastian's pretty face, part of what Chris is protecting for Sebastian is his reputation and image, not just his body.

Bodyguards of the rich and famous aren't just for physical support. They're for making sure that everything runs smoothly, too. Emotional protection, if you will. Illustratively, bodyguards block photos taken by paparazzi at inopportune moments, whether that be sliding into a car in a short skirt and getting in the way of cameras so nothing gets captured that shouldn't, flashing everyone, or...

The laces of Sebastian's shoes come undone as he's walking from the hotel to his photo op. He stops to take pictures and say hello to fans, and without him noticing, one of his shoes comes undone. To save face, preventing Sebastian from falling and embarrassing himself, therefore bruising an ethereal image, Chris does the obvious. The obvious to him. Not to Sebastian. Chris takes a knee to tie his shoe for him.

Any thought Sebastian was having, any thread of conversation he was having with a fan, anything at all that was happening in that pretty head of his is completely eclipsed by the sheer wave of desire that crashes violently into him as a result of Chris' action. It feels too intimate for public.

Oh.

Sebastian's voice cracks in the middle of whatever the fuck, unimportant thing he was saying, lost to staring down at Chris tying his shoe for him; doing it up in a perfect bow, double-knotted, and patting the side of the smooth leather in what could be looked at as friendly, or, face-burningly, could (and does) remind Sebastian of how when they're alone, sharing hotel rooms or stealing a weekend in Seb's apartment alone, and Chris pats his ass. It's bluntly possessive. Of course, he's going to pat or slap or hit that ass. It's his ass. He owns it. He can do anything he wants to it. It's his. It's his, so, naturally, he's going to look after it closely. Sebastian is his. Chris looks after him, so well.

Seb can hardly hold in his moan, looking down dizzily at Chris before him, on his knees in front of him and... everyone.

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Thank you for the excuse to fucking Lose It about this AU, haha

[il3x]

There's a very distinct pipeline from "this character is compelling but I DON'T like them!!! i DON'T excuse them!!!! I'm NOT a this-character apologist!!!" to "The author and fanbase kind of did them dirty..." to "fuck this, they need a lawyer", and I respect that.

[thegroundhogdidit]

it just now strikes me that ben wyatt and chris traeger were both INCREDIBLY autistic in extremely different ways

[whereyousleepatnight]

Chris Farley by Chris Buck, 1994

[owengrose]

I had a dream I was working on/watching Princess Diaries 4 (don't ask me what happened to the third one, it's dream logic) and Julie Andrews' character had become a jewel thief bc apparently when Genovian royalty has nothing to do they start stealing royal jewels

[cerbreus]

had a trainwreck of an in person consult for my sleeve tattoo yesterday only made better by the itty bitty yorkie shop dog adoring me and sitting on my lap the whole time.

[strangersatellites]

since i’m talking about my photography on here now- today i achieved what i think is my second best champagne pop photo of all time!!

nobody tells you that those bitches are HARD lmao (to shoot but also to be the model)

[djkerr]

TGW 04x18 Death of a Client

[theyluvpeach]

one more post before i gts but thinkin about people that chris know seeing him walking around with dealer!reader and being confused asf because he's carrying her purse and very giant smoothie as she yaps to him and they're just like....?! cause they know no damn well chris isn't getting bossed around by some girl who's 1. shorter than him 2. looks like she eats glitter for breakfast but he very much is :3

AUGHHH THEY'RE SO CUTEY TO ME

[lottiefilestore]

Dirt locker logo Lottie JSON animation

[attentionhelpsalotiguess-123]

One Word for the comment fiasco

Eww!

[sosasturns]

oh this the one

introducing... nbaplayer!chris && reporter!reader

nbaplayer!chris

champion by nav (ft. travis scott). . . 23. jade. boston celtics. shooter. golden boy. leader. playmaker. loyal. down to earth. composed. protective of reader. flirt. plays better when reader's watching. possesive. hoodies. nike drip. caps. champion rings. travis scott. j cole. lil skies. kendrick lamar. 21 savage. nba youngboy. kanye west. yeat.

reporter!reader

never lose me by flo milli (ft. sza and cardi b). . . 22. baby blue. boston celtics. sideline reporter. nba baddie. professional. respected. quick on her feet. passionate. always looks for chris on court. fangirl (but she'll never admit it). independent. tough. witty. scented candles. crop tops. skirts. boston jerseys. baggy jeans. sneakers. gold jewellery. sza. flo milli. kesha. travis scott. mac miller. kali uchis. childish gambino. future. a$ap rocky. tyler, the creator.

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[donotdestroy]

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