#destroyer!chris smut

[navybrat817]

Destroyer!Chris having you straddle his thigh and slowly moving you back and forth so his jeans get all wet. Expect a hand around your throat if you try to stop.

[sebastiansluts]

Please please please a part 2 to that delicious destroyer chris imagine you wrote where his cock is so sensitive and swollen and he cums so easily.

Destroyer Chris x Reader; extra sensitive cock, excessive coming, overstimulation, oral m receiving, vaginal sex, cockwarming

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

“Wanna try somethin’ different tonight pretty girl,” Chris murmured in your ear, the two of you sitting on the couch, the house empty for once. You were laying with your head in his lap, his hand stroking your hair. You sat up, grinning at Chris as you turned to face him. 

“C’mere,” Chris said, grabbing you by your waist and lifting you until you were on his lap, straddling him. You bit your lip, grinding down onto his bulge, Chris shuddering as it swelled, already sensitive. 

“Yeah? Y’want me on top tonight baby?” you asked, rocking back and forth along his bulge, his dick growing until it was straining the zipper of his pants. 

“Wait, wait, lemme- fuck, I can’t, oh jesus that feels better,” Chris groaned as he undid his button and the zipper pulled down itself, his hard cock poking out of his boxers, tip already red and leaking. 

You licked your lips, sitting back on Chris’ thighs and bending until you could lick a stripe up the vein on the underside of his cock. Chris moaned and precum dripped onto his boxers. You licked up his cock, sucking lightly on the head and he spasmed, coming before he could warn you, but you were ready for it, swallowing it down and licking his tip clean. 

“Sh-shit baby, m’sorry! Fuck you look so good with my cum on your tongue,” Chris groaned and you flushed, his filthy mouth still managing to make you blush. “C’mon pretty girl, want you sittin’ on my dick next time I come.”

You nodded quickly, standing up and dropping your sweats and panties, clambering back onto Chris’ lap and raising your dripping pussy above his dick. His hands were tight on your hips, helping you stay up, then he began pulling you down, the head of his dick bumping against your entrance before catching and slipping in. 

You moaned immediately, his size always a lot at first, but you relished the burn, forcing your hips down faster, Chris’ eyes widening. 

“Baby wait, can’t- too fast,” he moaned, burying his face in your chest, hands clenching and releasing on your hips as he came. You giggled, holding his mostly shaved head against you, grinning when you were able to slide down another few inches thanks to the cum filling you. 

Chris gasped, biting down on your tit as he bottomed out, your ass against his thighs. You yelped, clenching around his dick and Chris cried out, breathing heavily as he tried to compose himself. 

“This what y’wanted baby?” you asked him, trying to roll your hips, but he grabbed you harder, forcing you still. 

“Fuck, p-please pretty girl, needta fill you up again and again, can ya do that baby, can you let me?” Chris asked desperately, blue eyes shining, and you smiled, it turning into a smirk as you leaned forwards, his eyes pleading with you, as you captured his lips with yours. 

“M’all yours Chris,” you murmured between kisses and he groaned low in his throat, dragging you up off his dick until just the tip was in, then you slammed down onto his lap, a higher pitched groan escaping him as he came immediately, your cunt milking his dick until he was nearly babbling.

“Fuckfuckfuck shitfuck p-pretty girl, d-drain me baby, please, drain me and- and take it all, f-fill you up,” Chris said mindlessly, barely even noticing when you started rocking in his lap, grinding your clit against his pelvic bone. 

“C’mon Chris, c’mon fill me up, just like you said, you can take some more right? Need to fill me up til I’m bursting, gimme it all baby,” you whispered in his ear, and he cried out raggedly, his hips jerking beneath you, rutting into your pussy with desperation. 

“M’gonna- m’gonna make you mine forever,” Chris groaned, and you gasped, his dick hitting that place inside you. Now you rut back against him, rolling your hips again and again until you were screaming your release. 

You could feel Chris coming again, dripping out of you along with your slick, making a mess of his boxers. You couldn’t bring yourself to care, riding your high and giggling when you saw him almost passed out beneath you. You thought about moving, but as his dick stayed partially hard inside you, you stayed where you were, cunt lightly pulsing. You put your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes, smiling to yourself as you felt his dick twitch, pulsing one last time into you as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in. He moaned softly as you sank into him, pressing his lips to your temple. 

“Mmm my pretty girl, don’ move. Jus’ stay here,” Chris mumbled, half asleep and trying to go all the way. You grinned and kissed his neck, his breath hitching, before you closed your eyes and just relaxed.

[biteofcherry]

"We shouldn't-" your voice wavered as Chris unzipped your denim shorts and pushed them down.

You already felt exposed in what he insisted you wear, but now he was depriving you even of the scraps that barely covered your body.

"We're undercover and- and-" you tried to reason with him, but your brain seemed unable to follow the reasonable thinking.

Definitely not with Chris getting down on his knees, kissing his way down your body as he did.

His breath was hot on your skin; big, calloused hands rough on your trembling body.

You braced your hands against the rickety bathroom counter, gaze flicking up to the door which Chris purposely left unlocked.

"Exactly," came his reply, voice dark and sweet as honeyed whiskey. "They should believe you're my good little slut. And in their eyes this is what sweet pieces are for."

He pulled your panties down and hoisted one of your legs over his shoulder.

"They get licked into a drippy mess in a cramped bathroom at a gang's house and then pumped full of cum."

His nostrils flared as Chris leaned to your already damp heat. You saw a smirk forming on his lips as he looked up at you, a dark gleam of satisfaction in his steely-blue eyes.

"So make sure they hear you moan, baby. And keep begging like a needy slut I know you are for me."

[lokisivy]

Cardigan - Peter Quill

Warning this contains GOTG VOL3 spoilers!!!

This may contain vague mentions of trauma and Ptsd

Summary: Peter wants to go back to Earth and even though you left Earth to escape the shit you went through, you decide to go back to be with Peter.

inspired by Taylor Swift, I recommend listening to the song while reading

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The melody of your favourite song started playing you listened to this song because it reminded you of Peter.

Peter grabbed your waist as you automatically started to slow dance he was moving slowly with the rhythm of the song.

Sequin smile, black lipstick

Sensual politics

When you are young, they assume you know nothing

"I'm going to miss you" Peter broke the silence he twirled you smoothly

"Im coming with you."

yes, you hated Earth the moment you got to leave with Thor to help in some issues with Loki you never came back and when you were done with your job you joined the guardians.

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan

Under someone's bed

You put me on and said I was your favourite

"No, you do not. you stay here and help Rocket I know the shit you've been through there and I'll be damned if you go back for me." His tone was stern but he kept the rhythm

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan

Under someone's bed

You put me on and said I was your favourite

"Peter, I love you, I don't think I've ever loved someone this much before, please I've lived all my life being unloved by everyone around me I'm coming with you not for you for me because I need you." his eyes gave up the fight he loved you too much to let you feel hurting again.

To kiss in cars and downtown bars

Was all we needed

You drew stars around my scars

But now I'm bleedin'

"But promise me you will leave the moment you hate it there."

"I promise. but don't ever do what you did to me on Sakaar."

he held your back and lend you back causing you to lift your leg

I knew you

Tried to change the ending

Peter losing Wendy, I

I knew you

Leavin' like a father

Running like water

Peter broke up with you on Sakaar because it was getting too dangerous and he wanted you to stay out of it and go back to Asgard where it was safe. he thought wrong though you came and fought. Until the stone was safe. you left. You guys never saw each other until Thanos.

Earth was never your home but you were always thankful for Thor having open arms and welcoming you back to Asgard When you and Peter separated.

"I love you," you whispered

"I love you the most."

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan

Under someone's bed

You put me on and said I was your favourite...

[crazyinlovewithbucky]

Sal's Masterlist (Sebastian Stan)

fluff💗 - smut❤️‍🔥 - angst🖤

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Bucky Barnes (MCU)

“you’ve bewitched me doll,” 💗❤️‍🔥

“my aphrodite.” 💗❤️‍🔥

“let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair.” ❤️‍🔥

“don’t fill your void with me” part one 💗🖤❤️‍🔥

“don’t fill your void with me” part two 💗🖤❤️‍🔥

“my girl”💗❤️‍🔥

“in the bedroom, I’ll be screaming but outside, I’ll keep it quiet.” 💗❤️‍🔥

“who would’ve thought I’d get you?” 💗❤️‍🔥🖤

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Sebastian Stan

love language (coming soon)

lowkey (coming soon)

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Mickey (Monday)

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Frank (Endings, Beginnings)

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Lance Tucker (The Bronze)

teacher’s pet (coming soon)

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Chris (Destroyer)

born to die (coming soon)

blue jeans (coming soon)

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Max (Sharper)

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Steve (Fresh)

animals (coming soon)

[sebastiansluts]

I'm so excited request are back open! Can I please get a destroyer! Chris fic where his cock is so sensitive. Everytime you touch it he's cumming so he gets overstimulated reallllly easy to the point he's crying but he loves your pussy so much. He can't help it and his cock gets swollen from just how overstimulated he is. He can hardly fit it inside you . when he finally gets the tip in he's cumming and is able to slide in but he's a whimpering mess when you start squeezing him on purpose .

This genuinely made me giggle with excitement when I read it omg this is exactly what I needed!!

Destroyer!Chris x Reader; sensitive cock? (idk it's a warning), lots of cum, excessive coming, overstimulation, vaginal sex, handjob, messy sex (cum)

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

“Fuck pretty girl, need ta get in you,” Chris muttered fumbling with jeans that were hanging loose on his slim hips. He had you pressed against the wall, one thigh hiked up over his forearm, your pussy wet and bared to him beneath your skirt. You reached up and stuck your hand down his pants, grabbing his hard cock and feeling it immediately jerk, warmth flowing over your fingers. 

“Shitshitshit, baby wait, you gotta-” Chris cut off as he came again, your hand jacking him lightly, sliding easily through all the cum spreading down his shaft and soaking his briefs. 

“Gotta what, Chris? Go on, tell me to stop, tell you don’t want me,” you goaded, your hand never stopping, and Chris whined, coming again as he got his jeans unzipped. His hands shook as he pushed his pants down his thick thighs, and you released his dick, a breath slipping out of his lips.

“You know I can’t baby,” Chris groaned, and you grinned wickedly, trailing a single finger up the thick vein on the bottom of his cock. His dick jerked wildly, cum spurting out of the tip, making a mess between you and him. 

“Fuck it,” Chris muttered, and spun the two of you around, throwing you down onto the bed in the middle of the room. He kicked off his jeans, tossing his shirt in a far corner as he crawled on top of you. His dick brushed against your thigh and you could feel wetness spreading. 

“Again? God Chris, you’re so fucking messy!” you laughed, reaching down and stroking him again. He buried his face in your neck, hips pumping into your fist, soaking your skirt as he came yet again. 

“Ba-baby, shit can’t stop, s-so sensitive,” Chris whimpered into your skin, sucking desperately on your jaw as tears formed in his eyes. You stroked the back of his shaved head, pushing his face back into your neck. 

“It’s okay Chris, c’mon, you can do it, just the tip,” you said, grabbing the short hair on top of his head and pulling, until he was staring at you with wet eyes. “You can do that, can’t you?” 

Chris blinked and a tear fell onto your cheek, dripping down to your neck. “Y-yeah pretty girl, I can- fuck!” he swore as you gripped him tightly, his dick pulsing as he came, coating your hand and stomach, your shirt rucked up to beneath your breasts, no bra underneath. Cum ran down in between your boobs, pooling at your neck. 

“Chris! Gonna have to shower after this,” you giggled, and his eyes roved over your body, covered in his cum. He opened his mouth, but all that came out was a moan, his eyes rolling as he came yet again, his dick swollen in your hand, your fingers barely touching around it. 

“Gotta- gotta, just the tip,” Chris panted, still crying almost without realizing it. He reached down, fitting his dick to your entrance, coming immediately, spurting inside you but dripping back out instantly.

Chris whined pathetically, his dick sliding through your folds against your cunt, finally catching on your hole. The head popped inside you and Chris gasped then cried out as he came again, filling your pussy and slicking the way, his swollen dick inching into you, both of you swearing the whole way. 

“Jesus fuck!” you shouted as his balls slapped your ass, finally settled inside you, coming again. You felt messy, inside and out, and Chris was still crying above you, propped up on his forearms. 

“Baby, shit, I can’t- can’t move,” Chris grunted, voice low but breathy, his body trembling as he held himself above you, mostly still. His breath blew across your neck, sending a shiver down your spine and you clenched on his dick, feeling it huge inside you. Chris whimpered, collapsing on top of you, a huff of air escaping you as his weight landed on you. 

He rut his hips into yours, coming, longer this time, so you squeezed again, milking him. A strangled noise came out of Chris’ throat, his teeth grit together as he tried to push off you, surrendering when you tugged at his shoulders. He laid heavy on you, rutting you into the mattress, coming endlessly as you rhythmically clenched and released your muscles. 

“Love this pussy baby, love it, love you. Fuck, too much, baby I can’t,” Chris sobbed, crying into your shoulder as his hips rocked his cock in and out of your tight cunt. “Love it so much, need ta make you come, c’mon p-pretty girl,” he whimpered, cock swelling again, stretching you out further and making you moan. 

Chris pressed deep into you, rubbing his cock back and forth against a spot inside you that made you see stars and you choked on your breath, cunt spasming as you came, orgasm pulled from you out of nowhere. 

Chris sobbed as you squeezed around him, tightening until you couldn’t hold back and relaxed, body melting with your release. Chris sank into you, pressing you into the bed, until you almost couldn’t breathe. He was still crying, dick still pulsing inside you. 

“Chris, baby, come on, roll over,” you encouraged quietly, whispering in his ear, his face hidden in your neck. He groaned, sliding his arms under you, wrapping them around your middle before rolling the two of you over so he was on his back and you were on top of him. You slowly sat up, his arms sliding down to cup your ass, down to your thighs to support you as you carefully lifted up and off his dick. 

He cried, groaning as you came off him, before rolling to his side and scooping you into his arms, cradling your back against his chest, one arm across your breasts, the other around your hips. Chris buried his face in your hair, his tears lessening as he breathed, his dick pressed against your ass, still hard but not as swollen. 

“Love you Chris,” you whispered, and he pulled you tighter against him, whimpering when his dick pressed harder to your ass. You shushed him, reaching back and rubbing the side of his thigh, stroking his flank until his breathing had evened out and he was relaxing into the bed, asleep.

[ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist]

Sebastian Stan Masterlist

Here you will find all of my Sebastian Stan works, arranged by character and type of work.

One-Shots

Something Old, Something New - Explicit - Nick Fowler x Reader - Your childhood best friend invites you to your old vacation spot for her wedding, and you have been catching up with your first crush: her recently divorced big brother Nick.

Events

Up A Creek | Lee Bodecker + Male Reader + Impact Play + “I told you, you would eventually start begging.” + Smut (Sweet Treats Events 2024)

Series

Bright Like The Moon (ongoing) - Justin is a minor character.

Events

COMING SOON

Events

COMING SOON

Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

Charles Blackwood (We Have Always Lived in the Castle)

Steve Kemp (Fresh)

Max (Sharper)

Nick Fowler (The 355)

Lee Bodecker (The Devill All The Time)

Chris (Destroyer)

Justin Capshaw (Law & Order)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR SEBASTIAN

FULL MASTERLIST IS HERE.

[holylulusworld]

Destroyer!Chris masterlist

Masterlist for all Destroyer!Chris stories

Contains: 💦 smut   // 💔 angst // 💕 fluff // 🖤 light smut

Legend status:❌ on hiatus // ❗ ongoing // ✔ complete // 🆕 upcoming

TBA

Jerk next door masterlist feat. Andy Barber & Captain Syverson

Find all other stories with Bucky Barnes/SebStans characters here: Bucky Barnes/Sebastian Stan/other roles Masterlist

Divider by me *for my blog use only*

[blueberryreads]

♡·˚tags per actor·˚♡

no actual real actor x reader, only characters

ADAM DRIVER CHARACTERS

kylo ren  (smut, fluff, angst)

flip zimmerman  (smut, fluff, angst)

dan jones  (smut, fluff, angst)

adam sackler  (smut, fluff, angst)

clyde logan  (smut, fluff, angst)

misc. adam driver characters (smut, fluff, angst)

CHRIS EVANS CHARACTERS

steve rogers  (smut, fluff, angst, social media au, multipart)

andy barber  (smut, fluff, angst)

ransom drysdale  (smut, fluff, angst)

ari levinson  (smut, fluff, angst)

lloyd hansen  (smut, fluff, angst)

SEBASTIAN STAN CHARACTERS

bucky barnes  (smut, fluff, angst, social media au, multipart)

destroyer!chris  (smut, fluff, angst)

steve kemp  (smut, fluff, angst)

carter baizen  (smut, fluff, angst)

misc. sebastian stan characters (smut, fluff, angst)

JON BERNTHAL CHARACTERS

frank castle  (smut, fluff, angst)

ethan sawyer  (smut, fluff, angst)

TOM HARDY CHARACTERS

eddie brock  (smut, fluff, angst)

venom  (smut, fluff, angst)

(fics will only be tagged as venom if they actually include a relationship between venom and reader)

alfie solomons  (smut, fluff, angst)

[lavenderpenumbra]

here are my fic recs with other characters, fluff/angst/smut/oneshots/series are all combined.

main fic rec masterlist

[fluff] / [angst] / [fluff & angst] / [implied smut] / [smut] / [dark]

oneshots

[f & a] untitled by @/buckyalpine (destroyer!chris)

Bucky leaves you

[a] untitled by @fandoms-writings (sam wilson)

(request: "You know me better than that")

[a] [s] [d] The Truth Will Set You Free by @/navybrat817 (nick fowler & max burnett)

An agent from Max's past has some questions for you.

[s] physical by @buckycuddlebuddy (max burnett)

even a con man can get emotional sometimes, and sometimes the only way to show their emotions is being physical.

[f & a] [s] untitled by @/buckyalpine (eb!frank)

frank loves you

series

[coming soon]

© lavenderpenumbra.tumblr.com 2023

[lanabuckybarnes]

| Request/Ask Rules |

| I write for a female reader, I try to remain as inclusive as possible. Any women used in my photo headers are not how I see reader and are not how reader is supposed to look. Reader is you and I will try my best to keep that level of anonymity to her, that being said I am still human and it can slip through the cracks, I hope you can forgive anything that does.

| Most of my work will be 18+ so Minors DNI, I will block you if I catch you however I’m not responsible for what you consume it is up to you to make that decision by yourself.

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| Since this whole thing is completely new to me I’m still figuring out what I am and what I’m not comfortable writing.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

| Writing |

- I WILL WRITE -

Smut, Fluff, Angst, Soft, Dark, AU’s (I love them), Age difference (characters are legal ages), Polyamory, Dub Con, Non Con, CNC, Dom/Sub, Somnophilia, Cockwarming, Sex Pollen, Breeding, Daddy Kink, Mommy Kink, Praise, Degradation, Humiliation (depends), Breeding, Chase, Breath Play, Weapon Play, Sensory Deprivation, Overstimulation, Edging, Bondage, A/B/O, Stepcest, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Dacryphilia - Feel free to ask if there is something you want but not on here

- I WILL NOT WRITE -

RPF, pedophilia, bestiality, necrophilia, incest, race play, watersports, underage scenarios, scat play, cheating between "main" couple, miscarriage.

| Who I Write For |

- SEBASTIAN STAN CHARACTERS -

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier, Lee Bodecker, Max Burnett, Steve Kemp, Lance Tucker, Nick Fowler, Charles Blackwood, Mickey Henry, God the Bounty Hunter, Chris Destroyer

- CHRIS EVANS CHARACTERS -

Steve Rogers, Ari Levinson, Andy barber, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale, Jake Jensen, Johnny Storm, Pete Brenner, Curtis Everett

I hope you enjoy reading my works and if you feel like requesting please do I’m always looking to talk, hear your filthy thoughts and be inspired 💚💚

[navybrat817]

Hi!!! A long time lurker/follower!!! Fic questions coming up!

Which fic is your favorite?

Which one did you struggle to write the most?

Is there a certain fic that you revisit, if so when?

<333 have a great day/night!!!

Hi, nonnie! I love these questions.

Which fic is your favorite?

It's tough to choose a favorite because I love so many for different reasons. My Howling Commandos Tattoo AU comes to mind for because I just had a blast with it and I think my readers could sense that. Smut, feels, and our beautiful bastards. For a one-shot, probably First and Last. One of my older dark fics. Our poor omega.

Which one did you struggle to write the most?

Emotionally, A Lover's Lament. I had to stop at times because I was crying and it was a different style of writing for me, but I was proud of it. Destroyer!Chris doesn't get enough love.

Is there a certain fic that you revisit, if so when?

I don't generally like to reread my own writing because I can be very critical of myself, but I did recently reread a bit of my shifter!Bucky. The AU has been from Bucky's perspective and I find that very interesting.

Curious, do you have a favorite fic of mine? I appreciate you sending these in. Love and thanks! ❤️

[sweeterthanthis]

Aww, would you look at that? Your new neighbor is getting a show.

Your boyfriend doesn't mind. He likes showing people you're his. 🔥

The Devil You Don't Know

Pairing: Destroyer!Chris x F!Reader x Dark!Nick Fowler (sorta 🤭)

Summary: Your husband loves to show you off. Little does he know, the new neighbour in town has far more in mind than just sitting back and enjoying the show.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dirty talk, mild possessiveness, male masturbation, mentions of infidelity, dark undertones, 18+.

Word Count: 850

A/N: It's been a while. Life has been crazy. Wanted to dip my toe back in the pool. Be kind. Thank you @navybrat817 for always knowing exactly how to destroy me! 💗

All my works are 18+. If you click the read more tab, you are agreeing that you are 18 or over, have read the warnings and take responsibility for your own media consumption. I do not consent to having my work translated or posted anywhere else.

“Come on, baby. You got another one for me?” Chris croons in your ear; one hand curled over your shoulder and the other gripping the nape of your neck. The sound of his flesh slapping against yours rings through the air, the window in front of you misting with every panting breath that escapes you. “I know you do. You’re still standing, aren’t you? Won’t stop pounding this pretty pussy ‘til you can’t hold yourself up anymore.”

Your fingers dig into the window ledge before you, forehead seeking out the cool relief of the glass. You don't remember how you got there. Just moments ago he was eating your cunt like his life depended on it on the couch. You know Chris enjoys showing you off. Everytime he takes you out you feel the pride that radiates from him when people see you on his arm. But this? This is entirely new. 

“Think he’s jerking off, sweetheart? I bet he is. Poor guy’s probably sittin’ there wondering how good you feel.” All you can do is moan in response, catching two of his fingers between your teeth when his hand snakes up to toy with your mouth. You hum around his digits as they hook the inside of your cheek, allowing yourself to be tugged back against his chest. You whimper when his cock brushes that tender spot inside you, slurping on his fingers, drool seeping from your lips and dripping down onto the sturdy rings that adorn them. “You can be louder than that. Know you can. Let him hear you, baby. Let him hear how good I fuck my girl.”

Your eyes flit to the open window. If you weren’t so blissed out, you might be embarrassed. Bracing yourself, palms flat against the glass, you grind yourself back against him; humming in contentment when his free hand dips between your legs. You shiver at the feel of flesh-warmed metal against your clit, Chris’ fingers expertly working the sensitive nub, swiping back and forth at a torturously gentle pace. 

“Chris,” you whine shamelessly, “need more. Faster. Please.” 

“My fingers? Or my cock?” He taps your cunt with his palm, grinning against your shoulder and grazing the skin with his teeth. “Be more specific, baby. Use those big girl words for me.”

"Your cock." You cringe at the thought of your new neighbor being able to hear your pleas, but you could care less if it means you get to come on your husband's dick again tonight. “Fuck me harder. Make me come. Use me.” 

Chris all but growls against your throat, his arm winding its way back around your waist, holding you tight as he pounds into your soaked, spent cunt mercilessly.

You can barely make out the outline of him in the window across the street, but you know he’s there. You know he watches you. Has done every night since Chris decided he was worthy of a sordid little show. You haven’t met him, and honestly, you’re not sure if you could face it if you happened to bump into him in the neighborhood. Not now that he’s seen you fall apart at the capable hands of your husband multiple times this week. 

“Know why I let him watch, baby?” Chris asks, his voice husky and his breath hot against your ear. All you can do is shake your head, moaning loudly in time with each brutal thrust of his rigid cock into your cunt. “Let him watch because it gets me off knowin’ that other men wanna fuck my girl. Knowin’ that there isn’t a chance in hell that I’d let him. You’re mine. This is my pussy.” 

“Yours,” you groan, feeling every inch of him and trembling when his hips grind against your ass with each firm, insistent thrust. “Only yours.” 

Nick Fowler isn’t one to sit back and watch someone else take what he wants. Even if that possession happens to have been in someone else's hands before he even set eyes on it. He wasn’t exactly excited about moving into the shitty little neighborhood, but you? Well, you make it almost tolerable. 

Laying low isn’t something he’s used to, but now that he has a little game to play? Well, he’s not as bored as he thought he’d be. He raises his glass to his lips and swallows down a heavy mouthful of scotch, tongue flattening against his palm when he licks at it and moves to wrap his hand around the meaty, throbbing dick standing to attention in his lap. 

Nick Fowler only keeps his distance for so long, and soon enough he’ll have you exactly where he wants you.

Beneath him, clawing your nails down his back and crying out that he’s the best fuck you’ve ever had.

It won’t be the first marriage he’s ruined, but if you’re as soft and pliable as you look from afar, you’ll be holding his attention for a lot longer than the last. 

A/N: I no longer have a tag list, but if you want to keep up to date with what I post follow my sideblog, @sweetersficlibrary​, and turn on alerts to be notified whenever I post something new 💕

[branded-witha-j]

This is so fucking good!

Destroyer!Chris !!

huh- that’s a good one.

wordcount: i don’t fucking know

Dark!Destroyer!Chris x Reader

Your breathing is ragged, shallow puffs in and out of your nose because Chris won’t remove his hand from your mouth.

“You gotta be quiet, sunshine,” he pants, his breathing just as labored as yours, though his breezes through his smile as his lips ghost against the shell of your ear.

Your hipbones burn from where he has you bent over the kitchen counter in Silas’ house and you know they’ll bruise from his rough pounding. Every time he bottoms out, shoving you higher up the counter, you yelp behind his hand. He’s impossibly deep and you feel like if he goes any further, he’ll split you right in two.

“So glad they partnered us for this case, baby. Couldn’t wait for an opportunity to get inside this pretty cunt.” He uses his hand over your mouth as an anchor, pulling you back into his thrusts as he speeds up and there’s a cool whisper of air from the movement of his body that reminds you that your slick is slipping down your legs.

The friction of him thrusting into you sparks flames at the base of your spine, your thighs quaking with the impending climax he will inevitably force from you. “I can feel you clampin’ down, sunshine. Why don’tcha just let go for me? Let go for Daddy.”

Your eyes roll back, your breath catching as your whole body tenses- your orgasm taking you over and lighting all of your nerve endings on fire. “That’s it, baby, that’s it- give it to me,” he praises, through gritted teeth, fighting the pulsing resistance your pussy gives him. His rhythm get sloppy, his hips clapping against your ass harder until he stills, a warmth blooming from your middle as he spills into the vice tight grip of your cunt.

Finally, he uncovers your mouth, and a cry slips out just as he does, your body sore and overworked. You stay still as he pulls up his pants, straightening his denim vest before he leans down and places a kiss on your cheek. “Thanks sunshine, I needed that.”

He walks away, back to the party in the back room where Silas and Petra are drinking heavily, and as you right yourself you feel what he did to you slip down your leg and cool on your skin.

You mean like that kind of Dark!Destroyer!Chris?

[babyboibucky]

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Pairing: Destroyer!Chris x Reader

Summary: Chris liked pushing your buttons to see how an innocent one like you would react.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Corruption kink if you squint, size kink, belly bulge kink, choking, slapping, tiny bit of daddy kink, praise kink, pain kink, spitting, messy oral (f receiving), overstimulation, unprotected p in v penetration, creampie (Shelby said my kink is overstimulating my readers and it’s true, I like to continue flicking y’alls beans even after y’all came LMAO)

A/N: Yeah so @xxshelbsxx and I were up to no good since hours ago and this is what we’ve been doing. We literally spent like an hour brainstorming this shit and decided to keep it a secret from Destroyer!Chris hoes so we can surprise them LMAO @bemine-bucky @lookiamtrying Sav, you were right all along about us doing some shady shit ajscnaskjca we had to make up something to convince you that we ain’t planning something for Destroyer!Chris SKSKSKSKKS

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Chris trailed behind you with a smirk on his face, his eyes scanning you from the back of your head down to your calves. He’d worked with you before but not for an undercover task such as the most recent one that the both of you have finished. You were always so classy in the office, so pristine and just...fucking clean, like you could do no bad.

Seeing you undercover as a biker’s girlfriend though, wearing skimpy clothes and being all over him for the sake of the mission? That piqued his interest in more ways than one.

He kept his eyes on you when you finally spotted your room in the dingy motel; Chris licked his lips as he watched your fingers fiddle with the key that the receptionist gave you. Taking a step back, he leaned back and admired your figure as you unlocked the door.

As soon as the mission was done, you were quick to revert back to your normal attitude— quiet, aloof with eyes so innocent it sometimes made him hard. You didn’t waste any time getting rid of your clothes too, changing back to your usual attire which consisted of a button down top and a pair of tight-fitting jeans.

“You know, you should’ve kept those clothes on.” Chris commented with a mischievous smirk.

You glanced back at him with a warning glare, “You know, you should’ve changed back into your regular clothes.” you said.

Chris chuckled softly at the way you judged him, taking in his rugged appearance before rolling your eyes at him. You pushed the door open and walked inside, with Chris keeping close behind you.

“I’m just saying, you looked good in that pair of shorts.” he quipped, licking his lips before shutting the door and locking it for good measure.

You grimaced at his comment, “You’re such a pervert.” you said with a frown, throwing your bag on the ground, near the bed.

Chris watched you with amusement as you discarded your gun holster, carefully placing it on the nightstand along with your badge. With your back turned to him, you craned your neck to the side and groaned when your bones cracked. You were mumbling something about using the bathroom first, Chris really wasn’t listening because he was too focused on your neck and two large strides later, his large hands landed on your shoulders.

You gasped out loud and spun around, taking a step back from Chris who was looking down at you with a certain darkness in his usually blue eyes. Chris wondered why you were so cold to him, even back at the precinct when all he did was try to befriend you.

“Woah, you that scared of me? Just trying to loosen up those tensed muscles.” he joked, seeing how wide your eyes were when you turned to him.

“I’m not scared of you, Chris.” you spat defensively.

Chris chuckled, “Do I make you uncomfortable, missy?” he teased, taking his lower lip in between his teeth.

You shook your head confidently, but Chris saw how your lips quivered when he kept on approaching you until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed.

“Really? Why do you keep on backing away then? You keep on avoiding me at the precinct too. Do you not like it when I give you attention?” he said, his eyes dropping down to your lips.

Taking a deep breath, you shook your head again and square your shoulders, “Maybe try giving me some personal space? Yeah, that’ll stop me from backing away.”

He shrugged, “Why though? Scared I might corrupt your innocence?” he joked yet again, smirking down at you.

Chris loved how he towered over you, how you always seemed to react whenever he teased you. He wondered, were you as innocent as he thought you were? With how you behaved at the precinct, especially around him, he was sure that you weren’t used to getting all the attention. 

Maybe no one’s ever touched you the way he would, have you even had a partner that actually fucked you? Perhaps not.

Were you even that type of gal? One who was down for a hook-up?

“You’re wrong about me, Chris.” you confidently said.

Chris hummed, “Really? Think you can handle me then?” he boldly asked.

He watched you blink in what seemed to be confusion, he caught you off guard with his question, lifting an eyebrow as he licked his lips.

You merely looked up at him with an expression he couldn’t read, and to be honest, it scared the hell out of Chris. He was afraid that he might have overstepped some boundaries when all he wanted was to get a rise out of you, see how far you could take his teasing. He didn’t want to scare you off or make you feel really uncomfortable with him.

Chris backed off for a bit, about to apologize for offending you but you were quicker to react with a hard slap right on his face that caused his lip to bleed. The slap was a strong one, it made Chris’ head turn and jaw ache. Slowly, he turned his head back to you as he licked the blood off from his lips.

The dull pain on his cheek sent blood down to his cock, making it hard and strain against the denim fabric of his pants; Chris absolutely loved how he actually managed to push your buttons, enough to make you react that way.

He rubbed his chin as he looked at you and was almost taken aback by how your pupils dilated, as if something took over you and replaced the innocence in your eyes with pure lust.

“I think I can handle you just fine.” it was the last thing he heard from you before you dropped down on your knees, quickly unbuttoning his jeans.

Chris hissed when you pulled his hard cock out, already seeping with pre-cum, “Oh shit.” he breathed out when you wasted no time to take the tip into your warm mouth.

Fuck. Guess he truly was wrong about you and he needed to know what other secrets you were hiding.

He grunted roughly, gathering your hair and holding it into a ponytail when you took him deeper, letting the tip hit the back of your throat with such an ease that gave away the fact that this was definitely not your first time.

“Shit, fuck…” Chris moaned, feeling your tongue playfully swirl around his crown before flicking against his sensitive slit.

Goosebumps ran down Chris’ spine when you cupped his balls, massaging them as you bobbed your head up and down his length, coating his shaft with a mix of your spit and his pre-cum. He almost lost it when you looked up at him with those innocent eyes, your eyelashes fluttering when you pulled back with hollowed cheeks.

“That all you can do, baby?” Chris teased yet again, yanking your hair back until his cock slipped out of your mouth.

You shook your head, “I want more.” you panted, gripping the base of Chris’ cock before pumping it fast.

Chris chuckled roughly, “Fuck, I knew you were a good girl, but not like this. Show me how good you can be for daddy.”

You whimpered and quickly bent down to take his cock again, letting go of his shaft to place a hand on his thigh as you sucked him. Chris hissed when you traced the vein on the underside of his shaft with the tip of your tongue at the same time you swallowed, the movement of your throat squeezing his cock just right to make him shudder from pleasure.

“That’s it, good girl. Fuck, doing so good.” he breathlessly said, throwing his head back and closing his eyes to focus on the way your mouth was wrapped around his cock.

Unable to hold back any longer, Chris pushed you away from his cock and gripped your arm, pulling you up to your feet so he could kiss you. He moaned at the taste of himself on your tongue.

“You have no idea how much I want you.” Chris whispered against your lips as he ripped your blouse open, sending the buttons flying before he pushed it off from your shoulders.

You reached behind you and unclasped your bra, removing it before clawing at his denim vest, rushing to remove it. Chris chuckled at your desperation to get rid of his clothes, reaching for his shirt behind him to remove it as well.

“Guess you want me just as much.” he said before gripping your hips as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss on the corner of your lips, licking his way down to your neck as he pushed you down on the edge of the bed.

Chris moved slowly, as opposed to your quick desperation. He fondled your breasts as he sucked the skin on your collarbone, thumbing your nipples until they were pebbled. He felt you shiver at the way his rings touched your skin, the cold sensation giving you goosebumps.

“So fucking perfect.” Chris said against the top of your breasts, before rubbing his stubbled cheek on the smooth expanse of your skin.

The moan that slipped past your lips sounded like music to Chris’ ears. He wanted to hear more, wanted you to moan his name like a prayer.

He ducked his head and flicked your nipple playfully, laughing at the way you whimpered. Your hips were moving on their own, probably seeking relief which he was sure as hell he’d be giving you later, as soon as he was done devouring your breasts.

“God, you have such pretty tits.” he growled before sucking your nipple while his hand played with the other, twisting and pulling until you were a moaning mess beneath him.

“Chris,” you called out breathlessly, letting your fingers scratch the back of his head, “Need your mouth on me…” you asked, swallowing hard.

Chris hummed and continued to suck your nipple while he worked on unbuttoning your jeans, unzipping them at the speed of light and then pulling them down to your thighs. You sighed and gently pushed Chris, just enough for you to be able to completely remove your jeans, leaving you in a pair of white, cotton panties.

You looked so needy like that, on the bed with your chest heaving making your breasts bounce a bit. The damp spot in your panties drove Chris insane, how he was able to make you that wet just by pleasuring your tits.

Seeing how you were squirming restlessly, Chris decided not to prolong your agony and licked his way from your breasts down to your stomach. Dipping his tongue into your belly button, he ran a finger down your panty-clad pussy, feeling the dampness of the fabric as he dragged his finger along your folds.

“Chris...please…” you whined, arching your back.

Chris gazed up at you, admiring you before he bent down to lick a thick stripe against your damp underwear without breaking eye-contact. The way you threw your head back, exposing your neck was enough to urge Chris to keep going. He had always imagined how his fingers would look wrapped around that neck, how his rings would probably leave a mark as soon as he was done wrecking you.

Chris hummed at your taste and pushed your underwear aside, licking the insides of your thighs playfully, not letting his tongue touch your weeping core. He pulled back to stare at your glistening folds, growling when he saw more wetness gush out of your hole. Your thighs quaked as you looked down at him, resting on your elbows while keeping your legs wide open for him.

“Open your mouth.” Chris commanded and pushed two of his fingers into your mouth, pushing as far as you would allow him.

You sucked his fingers and hummed, letting your tongue taste the metal tang of his rings. He pulled his fingers out from your mouth and brought them to his own, sucking them before bringing them down to your pussy.

“You’re fucking dripping.” he said before spreading your lips with his saliva-slick fingers, rubbing you up and down until your knuckles turned white from how hard you were gripping the sheets.

Further pulling your panties aside, Chris growled and leaned down to get a taste. He flattened his tongue against your folds, licking you slowly before taking your clit into his mouth to suck on it. Your legs clamped around his head, his ministrations probably a bit too much for your sensitive pussy but Chris couldn’t care less.

He wanted to taste all of you.

He tongue-fucked your cunt like that, with his hand holding the crotch of your underwear away. When two of his fingers slid into you, a high-pitched wail escaped from your mouth. He fingered you hard and deep, with his rings adding more pleasure that made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Chris, ‘m gonna cum!” you moaned, reaching a hand down to grip the back of his neck as you rolled your hips against his face.

Chris moaned into your pussy, pushing his face deeper until his nose bumped your clit causing your orgasm to hit you with no prior warning. He felt your nails dig into the skin on his nape, clutching onto him for dear life as you rode out your climax.

“Tastes like heaven, I want more.” Chris growled and knelt back to slip your underwear off.

And that’s when he caught sight of another secret of yours— a delicate butterfly tattoo on your mound, just above your slit.

Chris must have stopped his actions because you whined and moved your hips, as if begging for more.

“A butterfly, huh?” he asked, staring at the tattoo like he was staring at the most expensive masterpiece in a museum.

You groaned in what seemed to be embarrassment, “I was nineteen, don’t judge me.” you said.

Chris traced your tattoo with his thumb before staring up at you with glassed eyes, “Let’s see how quick I can make her flutter.”

And just like that, Chris’ primal instinct took over.

He ate your pussy out like it was the only thing that could satisfy his hunger. It was all tongue and spit, making your cunt and thighs glisten with your own juices. Chris was absolutely feral, not even caring about the lack of oxygen because he didn’t want to pull away from your cunt.

He could stay in between your legs for a lifetime, tasting you and watching you fall apart for him.

“Chris, fuck…” you moaned, scratching his scalp as you arched your back.

Just as when you were about to reach your second orgasm, he pulled away but kept your legs open. Your whines of protests fell on deaf ears because all Chris would focus on was the butterfly tattoo on your mound and how beautiful it looked across your skin.

His butterfly.

He looked at you for a quick moment, memorizing how debauched you appeared as you rested on your elbows. Your hair was messy and was sticking around your forehead and neck, your face glimmering with your sweat and your breasts, how they moved each time you took a breath.

Chris thumbed your tattoo before slightly bending down, slowly spitting on your pussy. He let his saliva pool around your cunt and watched as it dripped down, following the direction of your folds until it reached your puckered hole.

As if you weren’t wet enough, he spit again but this time on your tattoo before using his thumb to smear it all over, making the butterfly glisten.

He didn’t give you a chance to protest again because he was quick to continue eating you out, but with a new vigor that had your toes curling. He draped his arms over your stomach, locking you in place while keeping a thumb on your tattoo.

“Cum, baby. Cum for me.” Chris’ words were muffled as he pressed his face further into your pussy, assaulting your hole with his tongue by slipping it in and out.

You came with a silent cry, completely soaking his beard with your juices. Chris watched you struggle to pry his arms away from your stomach, your attempts futile because he was much bigger and stronger than you were.

He didn’t give you time to recover and kept on eating you out, flicking his tongue against your folds before fucking your cunt over and over again until your entire body felt like it was on fire. Your clit was swollen, so red and just abused with how Chris kept on nibbling down on it.

The pleasure was too much, almost painful when Chris made you cum the third time. When he felt your shaky hands on his shoulders, it was only then that he pulled away, finally letting you breathe.

He took in your appearance and smirked at how he did all of that to you. Your entire body was trembling but with how your pussy kept on gushing out with wetness, he knew that you wanted more.

His eyes landed back on your tattoo, still unable to believe that someone who looked so delicate had one hidden somewhere no one would easily find. Jealousy coursed through his veins at the thought that some lame motherfucker saw it before he did, he wanted to make you his and his alone.

Chris was too hypnotized by your tattoo that he didn’t notice you sitting up on the bed. It was only when you gripped his face with your delicate hands that he snapped back to reality.

“Fuck me, Chris.” you whispered, swiping your thumb across his lower lip.

Chris was still out of it, too focused on how fucking smitten he was by you that he was easily flipped over with you straddling his waist.

“If you’re not going to fuck me, at least let me do it myself.” you said and quickly sunk down on his cock.

Chris groaned at how easily he slipped inside of your dripping cunt. A chorus of your moans echoed in the motel room when you started riding him, leaning back to hold onto his knees for support as you rolled your hips.

“Goddamn, baby…” Chris gritted his teeth as he watched your pussy swallow his cock.

It was like everything turned into slow motion when he watched you ride his cock, how your body moved and how your face contorted into a look of pleasure. He flattened his palm in between your breasts, sliding it down until it reached your tattoo yet again, something that has been pulling him into a trance.

It was like a trap, something Chris would willingly get into to be completely honest.

Something about seeing the butterfly move whenever you slammed back down on him, how the outline of his cock on your stomach made it seem like it was truly fluttering— Chris had never seen anything so fucking addicting.

A hand around his neck brought him back to reality and by the time Chris was back to his senses, you were already trembling above him. Your fingers tightened around his neck as you came, your pussy fluttering around his hard cock bringing him one step closer to his own release.

He scrunched his face in pleasure, snarling at the way you choked him. Funny how he was picturing your neck wrapped with his hand but here you were, doing the exact same thing to him. He wasn’t complaining though, he wanted you to own him as much as he wanted to own you.

As soon as he felt your body go limp, he took it as a chance to flip you onto your back. He placed your legs on his shoulders and bent down to kiss you, biting your lower lip before sucking on it.

Chris fucked you like that, with his forehead resting against yours. He was growling against your mouth as he pounded into you relentlessly, desperate for his own climax. One hand rested beside your head while the other pressed down on your abdomen, letting you feel all of him each time he slid his cock into you.

Despite being focused on fucking you, Chris’ never forgot about your butterfly tattoo and kept his thumb pressed on it.

“Cum, Chris. Cum inside me, please.” you begged with tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

Chris held your face and kissed you, spitting into your mouth before slipping a thumb inside, pressing down your tongue. His hips stuttered and after a couple more thrusts, he spilled ropes of his cum inside of you. He moaned and allowed your cunt to milk his cock, staying inside of you for a few more seconds before pulling out.

He watched his cum drip out of your pussy and brought his fingers down to play with his release. He smeared it all over your pussy, thighs and mound, not forgetting to taint your pretty little butterfly tattoo with his cum as if he was marking it.

“What’s up with you and my tatt?” you curiously asked with amusement.

Chris chuckled and laid down next to you, turning you so he could spoon you properly. He rubbed his cheek against your shoulder before draping an arm around your waist, pulling your back to his chest before settling his hand on your mound, right on top of your tattoo.

“You got a pretty butterfly.” he said, kissing the back of your ear, “I like it.” he admitted as if it wasn’t that obvious.

Your body shook as you laughed, “It’s just a butterfly, Chris.”

Chris hummed, nosing your hair before pressing another kiss but this time, on your cheek.

“Yeah, but it’s my butterfly now.”

[georgiapeach30513]

Sweet Cherry Pops, Part 1

Summary:  You and Cherry bring Robert home, and you have a decision to make

Pairings:  Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader X Destroyer!Chris “Cherry”

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, car sex, oral sex (F receiving), slapping, threesome, mentions of double penetration, attempted DVP, creampie, jealousy, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.8K

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Cherry grabs the little baby from your arms, giving you an odd face as he gets out of the car, and Robert drags you into the back.  He had missed you, and being away from you and in prison made him starve for your body.  You had barely made it face first onto the backseat before he was jerking your pants down just enough to push his thick cock into your warmth.  He could fuck you properly later.  Right now he just wanted to make sure that your cunt was still molded to him.

Cherry holds Sundae in his arms, his finger brushes over her face as the little baby smiles up at him.  Her little arms wave around to grab his face, and he has to look away.  Things were going to change now that Robert was back.  He wasn’t going to be sleeping in the same bed as you.  He wouldn’t be the one to wake up and get Sundae when she cried.  Change her diaper before he brings her to you to nurse.  His role was no longer going to be her father.  

“I know, sweetheart,” he starts off when Sundae squeals at him.  Her mouth opens and closes as she tries to say mama.  “That man is your daddy, and he’s very needy.  Especially for your mother.  He’s been away for awhile, but now he’s going to be there everyday.  Probably won’t even leave the bed for a month.  But he did this all for you and your mom.”

Sundae opens her eyes up wide, and grabs at his nose.  He brings her close to his mouth where he blows raspberries all over her chubby cheeks, and the baby squeals again.  “Despite what you think, he is a good man.  Just a jealous one.  But…I guess you’re used to seeing jealous men, huh?  I’ll never be your daddy.  I’ll never be what she feels for him, I just thought I had a little place in their world.  Besides a babysitter.  Not that I don’t like watching you.”

The moment Cherry stops talking, Robert grunts out his grand finale.  Twisting your head to look at your ruined face.  Nobody fucked you like Robert.  It was filthy, dirty, and hard, but the way his hands changed to be so loving.  Kissing over your skin softly.  “Robert,” you guiltily whimper.  You hated having Cherry so far away from you now.

You and Cherry had created a bond, but it was also more than that.  Yes, he was there for you during a time when you needed him, but there was something about waking up with his arm around you.  Holding your body tight against his own.  The few times he stayed in the bed with you and Robert, you didn’t realize then that you enjoyed the both of them.

Robert was jealous, and there was a part of you that was selfish.  Selfish in the way that it felt amazing having two men greedily pull out orgasm after orgasm from your spent body.  But also, the way they each held you afterwards.  Cherry always had a sweetness to him.  He balanced out Robert’s roughness.  You thought at the least he would want to join you, and Robert, but that pained, “It’s always going to be, Robert, huh?” This morning right in your ear made you wonder if it was more than sex between you and Cherry.

“I can’t lose him,” you whisper back, holding his arm tight around him.  He never responded.  You made a choice, and it wasn’t him.  There was no way that Robert would go for having Cherry in your bed every night.  He just wouldn’t.  Cherry could have a part of your body, but you were almost sure that Robert wouldn’t share your heart.

Robert clears his throat as he walks out of the car, giving a head nod to Cherry, “You wanna hold her?”

“Not yet, I’ll drive,” He moves into the driver’s seat, while Cherry hands the giggly baby to you.  Letting you strap her in.  He almost attempts to just walk somewhere, the car smelled like you and him, and he no longer felt like he was part of the equation.  “Get the fuck in the car.”

“Robert!  Sundae is back here.”

“I have to change the way I fucking speak, now?”

“Yes!  Her first words are not going to be fuck!”

“Ugh.  Cherry, will you please get in this freaking car, and let’s freaking go.  I’m tired of freaking looking at this freaking place.  Later I’ll let you freaking have a piece of my Pretty Girl.”

Cherry gets into the car, but his eyes stay straight ahead.  Not speaking to either you or Robert.  Robert keeps looking over to his friend who was most definitely pouting.  “What the hell is your problem?”

“She’s not property.”

“I’m aware.  But her and that cunt belong to me.  I’ve always talked about my Pretty Girl like that,” Robert catches you and Cherry locking eyes in the rear view mirror.  Your head shaking back and forth, “What the fuck?”

“Robert!”

“No, now I’m fucking pissed off.  What the fuck is going on?  Did you two have an argument?” Neither one of you offers him an answer.  His fingers tap along the steering wheel, and looks over at Cherry, “You too good to fuck my Pretty Girl then?”

“No.”

“Have your cock buried so deep in her cunt, trying to avoid making contact with me?  I know you like it and want to destroy that fucking pussy whenever you want to. I should thank you,” Cherry furrows his brows, and turns his head to look at him.  “You fucking saved me.  You didn’t have to turn on the feds.  Didn’t have to feed me information about the fucking cuck that was married to my perfect Pretty Girl.  But you did.  You stayed fucking loyal to me while in prison.  Brought me pictures and kept me updated on my…family.”

“You woulda done the same for me,” you wanted to touch them both.  Your daughter chews on one of your toys as she looks up at you.  Her chunky little legs kicking around.  And she hears Cherry talk again.  “It was the least I coulda done.”

Her little mouth opens over and over again, and she twists her head back to hear his voice, “Dadadadadadadadada!” Oh god.  You thought that she had been associating him with that word, but the nonstop singing of it solidified that.

“I know, princess, but daddy’s driving,” Cherry doesn’t think, just puts his hand in the back seat, and when she sees his ringed fingers, she squeals, pulling the metal to her mouth while she chews on them.  Robert’s eyes bounce between you in the backseat, and Cherry who hadn’t quite figured out what he had done.  “Pretty Girl, what is my daughter doing?”

“Chewing on his rings.”

“Has his rings been in your fucking cunt?”

“Robert!” “Not recently.”

“I feel like the three of us have a lot of fucking talking to do,” his mouth goes flat, and you gulp.  Robert’s anger was notorious.  You had been on the receiving end a few times.  You carried his mark proudly on your neck because of his anger, but you were not going to have your daughter be a part of this squabbling.  “A lot of fucking talking to do.”

“It’s not that serious,” Cherry tells Robert as he takes a drag of a blunt.  Holding it close to his mouth before extending it to him.  “You have nothing to worry about.”

“My baby fucking called you dad, and I don’t have nothing to fucking worry about?” He pulls a long hit from the joint.  His eyes going towards Sundae’s room where you were putting her to bed.  “So what?  You thinking I’m a fucking cuck?”

“Nope.  She survived.  Believe me, you’ve got her,” his silvery blue eyes look straight at you as you emerge from the bedroom.  “She’d never leave you,” there was an odd feeling brewing in your stomach as you try to figure out your feelings.  Cherry was hurt, and that stung.  

“I know she wouldn’t fucking leave me.  C’mere,” he holds a hand up to you, and pulls you into his lap.  His calloused fingers pet over your branded ice cream, and he holds up his neck for you to kiss on his matching brand.  Looking over at Cherry as Robert pushes your thighs apart.  

A thick hand slides up your thigh, until he comes to contact with your bare cunt.  Leaning onto your neck, he kisses up the column, and you whimper looking over at Cherry, “I always knew you were a good fucking girl.  Still don’t wear panties, do you?”

“You always ruin them,” he spreads your legs even more, and both the men’s eyes go to your cunt when Robert enters with two fingers.  “Robert.”

“I think Cherry deserves to be fucking rewarded for taking care of you and my daughter, don’t you?” whispering out a yeah, you pout up at him.  “We sharing?  We fucking taking turns?  He eating you while you're making out with me?  What are we doing, Pretty Girl?”

“Sharing,” Cherry takes a drink from his beer before crawling onto the floor.  On his knees, he kisses up your thighs, becoming even harder when the room fills with the sounds of your juicy cunt.  His eyes only on you as he maneuvers around Robert’s hand to get to your clit.  Giving the sensitive nub a suck.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as both men pleasure you.  Trying to get out of your head and just enjoy the moment, but there was something amazing about them getting along when it came to your pleasure.  Robert didn’t hesitate to let Cherry have a part of you.  Working together to make you feel good.  Circling a hand around Cherry, you pull him closer to your core, while the other brings Robert in for a bruising kiss.  

“You getting the ass or my cunt?” Robert chuckles, moving to kiss your neck.  Unbuttoning his shirt that you were wearing, and fully exposing you.  Slapping at your tits, before looking at Cherry.  Having to pull him off to get an answer, “You want her ass or my cunt?”

Cherry licks your juices off of his face, and can’t answer.  It’s an unspoken thing that you never take Robert’s bait.  He may be generous when it came to Cherry, but he still wasn’t going to make that decision.  “He gets your cunt,” you’re not sure why, but you wanted Cherry to see your face as both men pleasured you.  Maybe it would make him want to continue in the way that you had been.  

“That wasn’t so fucking hard,” Robert stands, with you, and pushes you towards the bedroom.  Waiting until Cherry gets in there, and he sits on a chair at the foot of the bed.  “Have fun.”

You breathe deeply, while Cherry starts ripping his clothes off.  He finishes removing your shirt, while he backs the two of you on the bed, letting you crawl over top of him.  You look back at Robert as you run Cherry’s tip through your folds.  Biting at your lip when you let his spongy tip push through your entrance.  Back to looking at Cherry who can’t turn away from you.

Grinding over him a moment, and then you press your hands on his chest, beginning a slow bounce over him.  Robert watches the two of you being a bit too familiar than when he left you.  He assumed it was bound to happen, and there had better be some fucking proof that it did.  He would never let anyone touch you, but Cherry.  He couldn’t bring himself to admit it, but this felt right.  Cherry was the softness to Robert’s brashness.  

You looked beautiful riding him.  Your coy little face looking back at Robert as he slowly fists his cock.  But there was something in the way that he was looking up at you.  It was more than lust, definitely not just respect.  Cherry was falling for you.  Robert was not sure how to feel about those feelings, because he’d be damned if he took a step back in this relationship.  But Cherry’s grip on you wasn’t possessive.  Cherry’s fingers barely dug into your skin.  They were smooth.  It made Robert feral.  You needed bruises to remind you who you belonged to.  But was that also Cherry?  Was the question of sharing more than tonight?

Leaning over, you start making out with Cherry, and Robert gets to watch your cunt stretch over him.  His cock was soaked in your juices and cream, and he wondered how many times you had came.  Was this the secret to making you feel like this?  He could get used to this though.  Live and in color porn.  Your puckered hole just beckons him to come closer.  

He walks over to his toy chest.  Grabbing up a bottle of lube, he squirts some in his hand to rub over his length.  Adding a bit more in his palm just for you.  You slow your movements, and watch Robert.  Stepping behind you with his thick cock.  And he presses you down on Cherry.  “This may sting a bit,” you had already had him in your ass before, so…

Feeling pressure at your pussy, you look back at him.  “You’re gonna fucking take it, Pretty Girl.  You want us both.  You gotta take it,” he pushes his cock behind Cherry, and you yelp.  “Pretty Girl, fucking take it!”

“That’s not my ass,” you whine.  His tip makes it past the entrance.  “Robert!  Freezy.  Baby, please.”

“What?  You don’t want to fucking share now?” It was overwhelming and not at all what you were expecting.  Pain, a bit of pleasure, and fullness.  “You don’t want to take it?” You want them both, but aren't ready to admit it.  Caught off guard with him trying to shove his cock into your crowded cunt.  “You gonna take it?”

“Robert!” Cherry turns you to look at him, nodding his head.  Mouthing out please, “I can’t.  Stop.”

“Fucking hell,” Robert grunts.  Pulling out of your cunt, he pushes into your ass.  Fingers digging into your hips while he fucks you hard.  Rearranging your insides, and nothing about this was sweet.  It was angry.  Pounding into you, while you cling tight to Cherry.  Your nails scratch down his arms, but he still holds you gently.  Kissing on your skin, as Robert wrecked you.

“I waited a year.  A fucking year in that place.  You’re going to fucking learn to take whatever the fuck I give you.  That was your one fucking chance.”

“You didn’t tell her what you were doing!”

“Don’t fucking tell me what I can do with my Pretty Girl!”

“She needed to be in the right headspace!  You know she would have done it!” Robert growls as his hips skyrocket into you.  Seeing stars, and not even able to listen to what they were arguing about.  “

“She better be glad that I didn’t try to put two cocks into her fucking ass!”

“Shut up!”

“I’m letting you have a piece of my Pretty Girl, and you’re fucking telling me to fucking shut up!  Ahh!” His scream goes right to your core as you soak Cherry.  

“I don’t want just a piece of her!”

“No, you want to take my place!”

“I didn’t fucking say that!”

“Trying to take her and my daughter from me!  I fucked that baby in her cunt before you ever got to feel her!  You mother fucking asshole,” with one more hard thrust he empties his load in you, and falls flat on the bed.  His chest heaving with anger and confused feelings.  He sits up enough to see the mess that the three of you had made, “When the fuck did you cum?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Cherry says, pulling your spent body off of him.  He sits up on the edge of the bed, leaning down to get his boxers on.

“Where are you going?”

“You’re daughter is crying, and…well Pretty Girl is fucked dumb,” he glances back at you, and while you were trying to get closer to Robert, you had a hand extended out to Cherry.  “I’ll get her settled back this time.  And I’m sleeping in my room.  You can deal with your daughter next time.  Maybe she’ll come to by then.”

Robert watches Cherry walk out the door to tend to Sundae, and pulls you in close to his body.  He was too rough and too pushy, and he knows it.  He’d always given you a voice and chance to say no, but tonight, he didn’t.  He wanted you to prove that you wanted both of them, and right now he felt they were just empty hollow words.  

He reaches over to your side of the bed, and turns up the baby monitor.  Thinking that Cherry had left, but then he hears a soft, slowed down version of Sugar Pie Honey Bunch.  Giving you a kiss to your head, he whispers out, “What have I done?”

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