#lucy drysdale x destroyer!chris

[georgiapeach30513]

I need more of Miss Lucy and Chris. Something about them and their alternative lifestyle is just *chefs kiss*. She’s so different from her sisters. And maybe I have a bit of a size kink too 🤷🏼‍♀️ can we get some more insight into them?

Oh I LOVE Chris and Lucy! They look like such a badass couple, but they can also be so soft for each other. Don't get me wrong, Chris has no problem with using Lucy's body, and she drools every time. She's so different from her sisters in her outward appearance, and even her thinking. Her older sisters wanted the "normal" lifestyle while Lucy has always danced to a different beat. But She's still soft and caring, protective just like her father. Lucy's size kink is RAGING. She's barely 5', and Chris is the tallest of the men at a big 6'6", 6'7" with his boots on, and he's THICC. I realize I have never given you guys any actual smut from them...

🖤🖤🖤🖤

A Head’s Up

Summary:  Chris and Lucy....😏

Pairings:  Destroyer!Chris X Lucy Drysdale

Rating:  explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, biting, unprotected sex, PIV sex, oral sex (female receiving), tattoos, piercings, multiple orgasms, size kink, manhandling, cream pie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.1K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Lucy Drysdale Masterlist

"Uhh,” Lucy cries out when Chris picks her body up to shove hard against the wall.  He grabs ahold of her legs to wrap around him.  Needing her to hold herself up, while his hands rip off her clothes, “No wonder I’m running out of clothes.”

“Oh, shut your damn mouth, I’ll buy you some more,” his teeth sink in on her neck, giving the tiniest nibble before sucking on her supple flesh.  They both know she loves when he uses her body to his desires.  Loves that even if her legs were straight down, they would be dangling high above the floor.

Her tiny hands begin to undo his buttons, before he jerks the shirt off himself.  She looks over his broad chest, her eyes roaming at the intricate connection of his connected artwork.  Some of her own originals permanently inked on his skin.  “Go on and do it, Honey Bee,” he coos down at his tiny little girlfriend.  

Lucy’s mouth kisses over his blackened skin, sticking out her tongue she traces a few of the details, before he’s shoving her back against the wall.  Her hips propel her body to grind over him, and he can’t do anything but watch how needy she is for him.  Always so fucking ready for him to push into her.  Even still, it’s such a tight fit.  She’s just so...small.  

His thick hands go to remove her bra, and those big pierced tits bounce into his view.  Every part of her body modifications, he did to her.  Allowed him to have free range with her body, and what a work of art it was.  She is by far his favorite piece.  Even her piercings, the most sinful little things, that he wants to touch constantly.

“Chris, need you to fuck me.”

He spins the two of them around before tossing her on the bed.  Her body bouncing on the mattress, before he’s shimmying out of his jeans, crawling over her body to rip off her thongs.  That diamond hood piercing all slicked up with her juices, “Don’t you dare,” his arms wrap around her thighs, and lifts her weeping cunt to his face.  “Not your tongue,” she whines, only for a minute, until he pushes down into her core.

His tongue kitten licking his favorite piece of modification.  Making her overly sensitive now.  She bites at her lip piercing, while basically hanging upside down.  Her hands just too short to even touch him, so she cups her breasts, her fingerings pinching and tweaking her nipples.  There’s not much more he loves than have her cum over his tongue first.  Wrapping his lips around her piercing he gives her bundle of nerves just the tiniest suck, and her body starts convulsing, her thighs squeezing against his face, but he doesn’t stop.  

She knows what he’s waiting for, but she likes torturing him just as much.  Her mouth only whimpering at his ministrations, but he sucks harder, giving her a little nibble, and it becomes too much.  Seeing stars she screams out his name.  her fingers searching on the bed for something of him to hold on to.  Looking in vain, but he reaches his hands around her back.  Lifting her up on his shoulders, still buried in her cunt when she starts fucking his face.  Her hands brush through his longer hair, and gives it a pull, holding on tightly, like it’s her reigns.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.  Need you, Pooh Bear.”

Dropping her to the bed below, his thick body crawls over her, “Want me to take my time?” she shakes her head no, “It’s gonna be a tight fit.  That cunt hasn’t got used to me yet.”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

Without wasting anytime, he pushes his girth through her folds, watching as her stomach swells when he bottoms out, “Don’t stop,” she whispers just before he starts rutting into her.  Sometimes he likes things nice and slow with her, right now, she’s being a little bitch, and needs someone to fuck her down.

Adjusting his weight to be on top of her, giving her that heavy comfort that she needs, while his hips slam into her mercilessly.  Pounding through her walls, and even when she clenches around him, he doesn’t stop.  He only stops when he’s ready to.

Jerking out of her warmth, he flips her pliant body to her knees.  With a tiny wiggle of her ass, Chris crashes back into her.  Nearly breaking her back as he fucks into her harshly.  Her words coming out as incoherent slurs.  Nothing discernable.  He has her fucked and blissed out.

Holding himself up by his fists, he stabs into her with a feverish need.  A need for his own high, so he can cradle his little Honey Bee.  Skin slapping against skin, and the delicious sound of her juicy cunt surrounds him, and when her walls flutter around his cock, grabbing ahold of his veiny girth the last time for the hour, she milks him dry.

He holds on to her hips, while he pulls out, watching both of their cum ooze out of her swollen lips for a moment, before he flips her into his lap.  His hands brush the dark hairs that cling to her sweaty skin away.  Rubbing his thumb over her lips, and she kisses at it with every swipe.  Almost chasing it, causing him to laugh.  “You’re the most beautiful like this.”

“What sweaty and fucked out?”

“No,” he presses a slow and tender kiss on her forehead, “vulnerable and open.  You let me do whatever I want to you, because you trust me.”

“Feels good too.”

“Don’t start that being hard shit.  I love you, Luciana Drysdale.”

Lucy catches his left hand with hers, her lips peppering kisses all down his skin.  “I love you, too,” her hand slides all over his, noting how this is one of the few patches of skin not covered.  “Why can I see your skin?”

“It’s my left hand,” he gives her another soft kiss to her lips, bringing the both of them to lay in the bed, “I kept it bare for when I get married.  Want my wife to tattoo my finger.  Let her leave her own mark on me.”

Lucy is stunned to silence, but he pulls her back tight against his chest, giving her tightest squeeze, “I want you tattoo my hand.”

“I’m not your wife.”

Taking a deep whiff of her raven hair he sighs, “Yet.”

“Are you proposing without a ring?  I’m not a romantic person, but you better not be proposing when my sisters got the most beautiful shit.”

“I’m just giving you a heads up, Bee,” using his thumb and index finger, he swirls a pierced nipple in between them.  “Still gotta talk to your dad.”

Masterlist

[georgiapeach30513]

i’m a luce and chris whore (sue me) but would you ever consider doing like maybe a one time thing with like a threesome with a reader insert?

So this is going to be a what if reader insert. Luce has dabbled in some threesomes, but never with Chris, unless you count NYE when they let Harry watch. But when he tried to touch, Chris became a Dom to him. I'm a whore for Chris and Lucy too. Their sex is so hard and hot, but then ends with him petting his Honey Bee.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Good Girl, Sweetheart

Summary:  Lucy and Chris have fun with you

Pairings:  Lucy/Chris X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, threesome (FMF), oral sex (F&M receiving), size kink, piercings, face riding, unprotected sex, PIV sex, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.1K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

What If...? Masterlist

Lucy circles around Chris, her hand moving up and down his inked up chest. Stopping behind him, she pours you a glass of absinthe, peeking around his thick frame to hand it the glass to you shivering hand.

Chris pulls her tiny body in front of him, and his fingers tease around the swells of her tits, moving over her top to play around with her pierced nipples. “You like what you see Angel?” Chris grunts at you. 

You bite at your lip, nodding your head, “Aw, sweetheart. We like them vocal,” Lucy pulls Chris down to her by his chin. “I believe he asked you a question,” Chris’ hands tug over Lucy’s top, fully exposing her voluptuous chest, and she lets out a loud mewl. Wrapping her hand around his neck, her fingers running through his hair. Using her nails to scratch on his scalp.

“We tell you what to do. And you do it,” she tells you. “You should be able to get off.”

“With these tits of yours, she will,” ripping open her jeans, he starts pulling them down. Her voice moaning at every rough movement he makes on her. Grabbing tightly to her hips, he shoves her face down on the bed, lifting her ass to bring to his mouth. Shaking his head to bury into her wet heat.

Lucy upside down and whining with his nips to her bundle of nerves. Pressing her even harsher into the bed. His teeth bite at her diamond piercing and gives it a wiggle before letting her body fall on the bed. Slapping at her fat ass.

“She’s sweet,” gripping a wad of her ass in each hand, spreading her cheeks to show you her puffy, swollen pussy. “You’re going to eat her out, while she sucks my cock. When she cums, I’ll let her finger you while she’s getting pounded, or who knows.  May even let you take a ride, if you think you can handle it,” he undoes his own jeans, letting them fall to the ground, and just the bulge in his pants, makes you clench around nothing at all.  Your pussy throbbing at just the sight of the outline of his cock.  Wondering how he even puts it into that tiny thing on the bed.

Next he pulls out his thick and heavy cock. The head so succulent and coated with beads of precum. A thick vein running on the underside, and his girlfriend’s needy hips grind onto the bed. “Christopher,” she sobs, ready for some release.

Chris walks over to the bed, and sits down, fisting that beautiful cock before shoving her face down to the root.

Lucy gurgles and gags over him, drool leaking onto his pelvis, and he finally lets her come up for air. She lifts up her ass, giving the rump a wiggle. Arching her back so you can see that pretty little diamond. You’re not sure what’s prettier; his cock or her puss. “Start eating, Angel.”

Taking off your clothes, you steady yourself behind her. Giving her slit a few swipes with your tongue and you sink into her honey. Kitten licking at her jeweled clit, bringing that diamond in between your lips to suck hard on her nub. Her moans muffled by the girthy length of Chris. But the noises so sweet.

Leaning forward, to get closer, she lifts up her leg, “Look at how generous,” Chris’ hands hold tight to her head, him controlling the bobbing she’s doing on him. “She’s offering you some release. Rub that pussy on her.”

Bearing down on her leg, you let your pussy grind on her. Seeing that dark ink getting wet with your slick. And with another hard suck to her bundle of nerves, she gags even more over him. Chris reaches over her to slap her ass again. Leaving a darkened hand mark.

Lifting herself up, she grabs your head, forcing you to look at Chris’ chub. “You want to ride that fat cock or ride his face?”

Both seem like a fun time. Sticking out his tongue he shows you his own piercing. Giving his skilled muscle a few quick flicks. And you look at his thick dick. His Prince Albert shining with Lucy’s saliva. The tip angry and red. The thought of him splitting you open, is scary and so enticing.

“Go on. Give it a go, Sweetheart,” Lucy goads you. Grabbing your hips, making the decision for you. Slinging a leg over his waist, you grab the base of his cock, and let it roam through your folds, gathering up your own slick, before slowly, painfully sinking over him. Your voice a mix between a whine and pure pleasure. Stunned at how stretched and stuffed full you feel.

Lucy leans over your body, and sucks on your hardened bud. Holding onto your hips, she forces you to grind over him. Whimpering at the intrusion his cock forces on your walls.

With a devilish smirk she walks up to Chris. Leaning over to give him a filthy kiss, before her body straddles him to sink down on his face. Her curvy figure begins to grind over him, and leans forward to take your mouth in hers.

Lucy’s hands play and grope your tits, while Chris holds tightly to your hips. His voice moaning on Lucy’s snatch. The three of you all getting something from the other. Grinding and working each other in the most sinful way. Writhing and undulating your hips on him. Finally your cunt is adjusted to him and you add more vigor to your bouncing.

Lucy grinds down onto Chris, who now just lets the two of you do the work, while his moans sing your praises up in Lucy’s pussy. “Give it to me,” she whispers on your lips. “Cum, sweetheart, but you won’t be getting his spend.”

Her hips move rapidly over him. He gives her nub a hard suck, and her body succumbs to her high. Trembling as the orgasm rushes through her. Climbing off of Chris, he has your body flipped to your back, and starts pounding into your cunt. Your head bouncing off the headboard, and your voice screaming at the force he stabs into you. Lucy’s fingers rub on your clit. Pulling back only to slap at your spread puss.

Not stopping when you scream in ecstasy. Before you’ve come down from your high, you feel your body heat up again. Euphoria rushing through every part of your body.

Chris pulls out quickly, spurting his seed up your body. Almost blissed the fuck out, but she’s not done. Her tongue licks his thick spend off your body, going back to your mouth, before giving you a sloppy kiss. Letting you taste Chris’ arousal on her tongue. “Good girl, sweetheart. Now get the fuck out of my bed.”

Masterlist

[georgiapeach30513]

Ok but Chris with Lucy’s nieces and nephews is so cute! This man totally wants kids and is perfectly ok with waiting for her to be ready because he gets his fill with them. Also, I can see him letting them color in on some of his tattoos. Uncle Chris is like their own personal coloring book! I could also see Lucy getting a tattoo for each of the kids. Something small and perfect for them.

Yes! Chris wants kids so bad, especially when he sees Lucy with all da babies! He especially tender with the newborns. Since being in the family, the only baby he didn't hold as a newborn was Brooks, but only Carter, Story, Beck, Ransom, and Kitten did. Story eventually loosened up though. And he just pets along their skin with his tatted finger. He's just too sweet with them. Lucy gets a tiny hint of wanting kids with him, but only a tiny. Remember when they got together she was only nineteen, and that just wasn't what she wanted at all during that time. Chris, without asking, as softened her up to wanting her own kids. He would NEVER pressure her, or even ask.

YES!! They do color his tattoos all the time! Chris is a traditionalist and his tattoos are black and white. But when Ellie Belly and Otto asked to color them, he couldn't say no. Now it's a family past time. Out at a restaurant and the food is taking too long, he just puts his arm on the table, and Lucy gives them some markers.

Lucy does have family tattoos, she's got the first letter of each person hidden in her bigger pieces. Along with Blade, he has all his family's flowers on his body. Those aren't the only ones with tattoos either...

[georgiapeach30513]

Lucy and Chris have me feeling all types of ways! I love how they both look so tough but they’re secretly soft and sweet. Are they the aunt and uncle that all of the kids (not so) secretly love?

100% they're the favorite! That big beefy man can carry five of them at once! He's a big kid, so in the summer time if he's in the pool all the kids are swimming to him, to crawl over his body, or get him to throw them in the water. Chris LOVES Lucy's nieces and nephews. She's got a few to spare, but you know what he loves most? Lucy showing that sweet self with them. Like Lucy being all sweet and holding Squish? Chris just about goes feral with her later. And Chris will have full blown conversations with these babies, and all they do is chatter nonsense back. He make look real hard, but he's the biggest softie of them all. He lives at the estate and is super helpful to Kitten, too. Ransom tries so hard to not like him, but he just can't.

[georgiapeach30513]

Lucy and Chris have a shared kink of ab riding?? 😳😳 we may have to see a little of that…

Whew 🥵 Chris and Lucy are just hot! And Lucy is not going to wait on her man when she wants something. Chris loves just watching his ferocious little Honey Bee becoming so weak for him, and she’s not just limited to riding his abs.  Lucy will ride any part of his body...

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Take Your Pick

Summary: Chris wasn’t holding Lucy

Pairings: Lucy X Chris

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, ab riding, implied sex, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 550

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Lucy Drysdale Masterlist

Lucy wakes up from her dream, feeling around on her chest, and there’s no Chris. With a flip over, she looks at her beefy husband laying there asleep, with his arms not around her and she’s not happy. He is supposed to be holding her. He should be playing with her nipples, or her hood piercing, but no.

Now she’s laying there, horny, wet, and he’s asleep. His arms stretched above his head, his hard stomach blackened with ink , and she can’t stop staring at that stomach. The hills and valleys of his abs, and it would serve him right to feel her wet pussy on him, since he was not holding her.

Lucy checks the door quickly, before crawling over his large body. Settling down to feel her cunt spread over him, and it feels delicious. With one roll of her hips she lets out a wanton moan. Using his body in such a delicately sinful way.

Lucy gets more into grinding over him when Chris softly moans in his sleep. That sticky sweet arousal of his wife’s already soaking his stomach.

Gently she gives his little nipple rings a tug, and he groggily wakes up, giving Lucy a sleepy smile, and she just grinds down harder. He has never seen her looking more beautiful. Those giant tits squished together as she presses down on his chest. Her face determined to get off on his body.

She wants to soak him, and roll over pretending that she isn’t going to let him fuck her back to sleep. Lucy even gives him a cheeky little grin, because he knows. She loves letting him toss around and use her body, whether she’s asleep or not. She is but a fleshlight to him.

Chris can’t believe his luck, that a batshit crazy woman as beautiful as her would want to give him a middle of the night wake up call of her pussy sliding over his abs. He has never been used in such a way, and he hopes she does it more often.

“You weren’t holding me, Pooh Bear.”

“I was asleep,” he moans out when she bares down hard. Her pussy throbbing over him, and when she throws her head back whimper to the ceiling, he knows she’s close.

“Didn’t even slip a finger in. I’m wet and aching for you.”

“Oh, Honey Bee,” he coos up at her. His hands smooth up and down her hips, and he gives her a quick squeeze, “if you wake me up like this every time, I’ll make sure I’m not holding you.”

“Chris…” she whines out, her movement becoming staggered. Chris grabs her hips and forces her movement on top of him. “Chris! Chris baby!”

“Fuck, you’re leaking all over me. Making me such a fucking mess!”

“You weren’t holding me!” she screams out into the night, gritting her teeth as she soaks his belly even more, gushing on his marbled abs. Chris slows her movement to a steady and leisure rock. Giving her a dopey smile.

“Now, since you made such a mess on me, how about you lick me clean, and then I’ll make sure you get to sleep with your lips hugging my cock.”

“Which lips?”

“Take your pick.”

Masterlist

[georgiapeach30513]

More about Lucy and Chris and their size kink, please and thank you 🥵💞

Whew these two! Like I told you he loves throwing her around even in a playful way. Like does the whole flipping her around and upside down. Sometimes that playfulness ends up being something so sexy. So it's a good thing that Lucy also has a pain kink, because he's painfully bigger than her...

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Real Good To Me

Summary:  Lucy is a tease

Pairings:  Chris X Lucy

Rating:  explicit

Warnings: explicit sexual content, explicit language, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, degradation, size kink, pain kink, breeding kink, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  900

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Lucy Drysdale Masterlist

"You fucking tease,” Chris grunts pushing Lucy into the bedroom quickly.  Not even caring what she has on, just starts ripping everything off of her.  He knows there’s nothing on below her skirt.  She made sure to show him that pretty diamond gleaming on her clit any chance she got this evening.

He had to be on his best behavior, when all he wants to do was play with a piercing, and now she’s going to pay.  Lucy’s honey eyes stare up at him almost begging for him to devour her, and he will.  She loves when he gets good and riled up.

Chris goes to quickly removing his own clothes, and as soon as his cock bounces up out of his boxers, Lucy jumps into his arms.  For someone so short, she gets a good vertical jump.  It won’t be that easy though.  With his hands at her waist, he pulls her up to get a proper view of that juicy cunt.  Slicked and sticky from her constant teasing tonight at family dinner, and he can’t stand it.

Giving that diamond a little wiggle, before sucking her clit in between his teeth.  Soft little nibbles on it, only make her twist around more.  If she can tease him, he’s going to tease her.  “Harder!” 

Chris leans back to look up at her, “Shut the fuck up,” before he dives back in.  She won’t be telling him what to do to tonight.

When he’s had his fill of her he lets that spread pussy slick down his inky chest before leaning her body back, slowly sinking her down on his giant cock, “And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep that cock sucking mouth shut.  I’ll fuck you soft and slow,” her lip trembles, and she pouts up at him.  “That’s right.  You wanna be my little fuck doll?” Lucy gives him a tiny nod.  Those honeyed eyes almost black pools with how dilated they are.

“Good girl.  Stay loose,” holding tight to her hips, he crashes her tiny little body over his cock over and over again.  Her voice trying to whimper out his name, but it’s mostly noise.  “Cockdrunk already?  Wanna act so tough, but as soon as I get you up here, and start using you, you’re nothing but a needy little bitch.  Fuck!”

He always gets a bit angry at using her body in such ways, and only because those giant tits were made to be squeezed.  But seeing them bounce around with the force that he slams her down on his cock is a sight to behold.  Those piercings glittering in the low light, and he wants to bite them.  He looks down at her pretty little diamond, and the ring bounces on top of her clit beautifully.  

“Look at it.  You feel my diamond hitting that?”

“Yes!  Fuck yes!  Use me!”

“I am fucking using you, my pretty little fuck doll!” he slams her tiny body over him harder, knowing tomorrow she’s going to have a big bruise on her ass, but his Honey Bee loves a good hard fucking.  “Fuck!  Morningstar be a good sweet girl and...” he can’t even finish because she grabs tightly to his arms.  Not exactly screaming, but not being quiet either.  Her body squirms over him.  “Good fucking girl!  There ya go, you think you can be all pretty like that one more time before I cu...FUCK!” he screams when her walls clench around his cock again.  “Why so.  Fucking.  Sensitive.  Tonight.”

Chris growls up at the ceiling when her walls seize over him again.  He feels his cock twitch in her pretty snatch as it paints deep inside her cunt.  He drops her body on the bed panting, while he looks at her weeping cunt.  “There ya go.  Got ya good and deep didn’t I?  You’re gonna be feeling that for a week, and maybe this time, it’ll stick.”

“What?”

“Don’t act so surprised.  You agreed to a second child, and I’m trying to make a boy.”

“Why am I not surprised you track my periods?”

“Oh, Honey Bee, you’re cunt tells on you all the time.  If men paid attention to their women, even just a tiny bit more, they could tell when she’s ovulating,” he leans over and gives her clit and diamond a sweet little kiss.  “Make me a boy, and I’ll fuck you even better.”

“What are you doing now?”

“If you’re good to the pussy, the pussy is good to you.  And that pussy was real good to me.”

“Get your ass over here and hold me until I fall asleep.”

“Ask nicely,” Chris turns his nose up to the ceiling.  “I’m waiting.”

“Please hold me like a baby and rock me until I fall asleep, Pooh Bear.  I’ll even let you wake me up by getting a taste of my honey pot,” Chris excitedly answers with okay, before jumping on the bed, making her body bounce up, and she scrambles to get in his arms.  

He holds her tight to his chest.  His favorite part of fucking her like that, is how soft she can kind of be afterwards.  Her little fingers tracing over the intricate tattoos on his chest, and she doesn’t even attempt to bite at his piercings, “I love you Christopher.”

“I love you Luciana.”

Masterlist

[georgiapeach30513]

New Year’s Eve is coming up so I was wondering how the drysdales celebrate NYE, do they all bring their SO’s or is it a family thing?

Oh it's a family thing, but they bring their SOs. Story and Carter are usually the ones that host, because they have a big enough house, and Story LOVES hosting. Ransom and Kitten spend as much time there as possible, but they always volunteer to keep the babies (if you read the Christmas drabble, you'll know that Story and Carter's castle isn't far from the estate) So they have the three Rogers kids, all the Baizen boys, and Ellie belly. So this particular time takes place a year after Lo spends Christmas with the Drysdale's. By this time her and Blade have had sex.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Dinosauw Spwinkles

Summary:  New Year’s Eve at the Baizen’s

Pairings:  Blade Drysdale X Lolita!reader, Story Baizen X Carter Baizen, James Rogers X Iris Rogers, Aster Beck X Chris Beck, Beau Adler X Arleigh Everett--Levinson, Destroyer!Chris X Lucy Drysdale X Harry 😏 

Rating:  Mostly mild, but heavily implied on sex

Warnings: Explicit, language, drug use (marijuana), alcohol consumption, implied sex, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Story and Carter give each of her boys the biggest hugs and kisses, Otto nearly clinging to her, "Mommy you wook so pwetty tonight. Make, make suwe daddy keeps you wawm, otay?"

"Okay baby. And be good for Mimi and Papa, also Uncle Steve and Aunt Marta. You going to keep an eye out for Z and Archie buddy?" he gives her a nod, making sure to hug Carter for good measure.

"Wuv you. You coming to get us in the mowning?" they nod, pressing more kisses against the boys cheeks.  

The King and Queen waiting for the ‘Adults’ to leave.  As soon as their out of site, his arms wrap tightly around her waist, leaning in to press open mouth kisses all down the column of her neck.  Arching her back she presses her ass into him, his hand teasing the low cut neckline of her dress, feeling that tape and knowing it’s not time, his hand drifts lower to tease at her barely there panties.  “I’m glad you didn’t have to bend over, my Queen.”

“Guys, we’re still in here, and you’re basically fucking in the driveway.  Get your cute little asses in here and let’s celebrate,” Aster screams out at her sister.  Story turns to give Carter a filthy kiss before spinning out of his embrace to walk inside.

Seeing Arleigh she dangles a bag of joints in front of them, raising her eyebrows at Carter because he’s one of her biggest customers, but she yanks it away quickly, “Uh-uh,” she throws a pregnancy test at Story, “Take it.  Or no toking tonight for you, princess.”

“I’m not pregnant, and I don’t smoke.”

“No you take a couple hits,” Carter presses another kiss on her lips, “But mostly she likes shotgunning don’t ya honey?”

“Just take the fucking test and ease my mind.  Not pregnant, you can smoke.  I know you won’t drink, but I made up some mocktails for you.  One is even pink,” rolling her eyes Story goes to take the test, Carter still following after her.  “How much you make a bet he gets a little taste in there?  I swear those two are the horniest people.”

“I don’t know.  I think the old married couple over there may have them beat,” Aster flicks her head over at James and Iris who slowly make out with one another.  The rare occasion that she drinks beer is usually on New Year’s Eve, all because Carter gets a keg, and there’s adorable silver and gold solo cups.  Making her feel like she’s in high school.

“I think it’s a Drysdale thing.  All of you guys are horny.  I know from experience,” you say smacking at Aster’s butt.  “You think the shorts are short enough?” 

Aster takes a quick sip of beer from her cup.  Giving you and Arleigh the most devious grin.  “I had to give Beck a show so he can fuck me on the balcony while you nerds count down to New Year’s.”

“I’m surrounded by my horny ass sisters.  Carter is following Story into a bathroom for her to pee on a stick, Iris and James are in their own world, you are talking about your husband with the exhibition kink, and you know Lucy is going to be showing off those pierced nipples later.  She always does that when she’s drunk,” he turns to look at you sighing, “She threatens to show the other piercing off too.”

“What else does she have pierced?” Blade sucks in a bunch of air and Aster dies laughing.  “No she doesn’t!  I’ve got so many questions.  I’ve heard you can get off just by walking.”

“You are not piercing my pretty pearl.  I’ll get you a clit clamp, but no.”

You and Aster laugh at his pouting when Story comes out of the bathroom holding a negative test, Carter’s arms still wrapped around her making her dress ride up.  His lips still kissing all along her neck.  “Told ya, not pregnant.”

“We can change that tonight, honey,” he moans on her neck and she smacks at him.

“Down boy.  I haven’t shot gunned from you in years.  Arleigh!  My mans needs one,” walking over to Arleigh she hands her a joint.  Her fingers pulling at Carter’s tie, pulling him to the couch.  

“James, you taking a few hits?” Story doesn’t even hesitate just goes ahead straddling his lap, waiting for him to exhale in her mouth, “You remember when we were first dating?  Got this one right here rolling up some of the best joints huh?”

“Story Rose Drysdale!  You were like what seventeen?”

Iris slaps at her sister, and Carter pulls her in to share, releasing his hand off her neck before passing the joint to James.  “She’d sit and warm me up, too.  Wouldn’t cha princess?” his finger taps along the spot where her rose used to sit, “Don’t even touch it anymore do ya?”

“Would you quit being so vulgar.  My family is here,” leaning forward he presses a soft kiss to where the rose used to sit.  Leaning back to stare up at her like she’s the most beautiful person he’s ever seen.

“And we know you’re not actually June Cleaver vacuuming in pumps and pearls all day either.  You guys have three kids.  You didn’t get them on accident,” Iris pulls a drag from the joint before handing it back to Carter.  Story gives him a quick pout, and he allows her a small hit, before taking a long drag himself.  Story nearly basking in the inhale.

“Do you know how many times I walked in on them doing this shit?” James asks removing the joint from Carter’s fingers.  Both his hands going to either side of Story’s face, and James smacks at Story playfully when she starts grinding in his lap.  He holds in the inhale extending the joint to Iris who takes a deep pull.  “He said that the marijuana makes his princess so fucking horny.  Stop!” this time it’s Carter he smacks.  “We’re at your house, go to your room.”

“But I’ll have to take off my pretty dress,” her greedy fingers connect to the roach, but Carter removes it from her hands.  Taking a long drag and doesn’t even share.  “That’s not fair.  Give me some and I’ll make it worth your while.”

Carter doesn’t hesitate to take another drag, leaning in to give her the sloppiest of kisses.  “Alright,” James grabs the joint out of Carter’s fingers, leaving the two of them in their own little world of making out.  “You give it a minute and he’ll be dragging her out to that tiny little pink car,” Iris slaps at his arm, “What?  I know way too much about their sex life.  He is my best friend.”

“How come you never fuck me in a pink car?” Iris giggles.  

“Where’s the keys?  I’ll fuck you in that tiny little thing if that’s what you want baby doll.  Mommy can make daddy very happy,” Iris damn near drags him away and into the bedroom where they’re staying.  

Normally Blade would have been all over you at this point, but he’s enjoying the random high conversations between you, Arleigh, and Beau.  The three of you growing up in a more modest home.  Blade loves the simpler part of your life, and listening to how the three of you grew up.  Arleigh in her free spirited way can’t keep her eyes off your chest, “Are they real?” you nod your head laughing, “Like really real?” this time Blade grabs ahold of your tit and gives it a little wiggle.  

Arleigh pulls out her dress looking down at her much smaller chest, and pouts up at Beau, “It’s not even right.  I just want to grab ‘em.”

“Then do it,” you laugh at her.  Swatting Blade’s hand away to pull up Arleigh’s placing them on your chest.  She mostly just holds onto them, stunned you let her do that, and Beau takes in a deep swallow.  “Well?” you ask when she gives them a little jiggle.  Her hands really getting into the kneading of them, so you just grab her smaller chest.  “Yours are fine.”

“Yeah, but yours are like a pillow.  Beau just lays on my ass.  Ahh!! I found a nipple.  Blade, no wonder you can’t keep your hands off her.  I just want to shove one in my mouth,” her eyes go large as she stares up at you.  Grabbing the marijuana from Blade to take a big toke before handing it off to Beau.

“Party is here!” Lucy shouts surrounded by Chris and a staggering in Harry.  “I found this one at another party, so he had to come along.  Oh shit, Story’s fucking high isn’t she?” she looks over at her sister still riding on top of Carter, her pace much faster than before.  “How many hits did she get?”

“If I recall just the one,” Arleigh answers.  Harry already walking to where Iris and James were previously.  “What’s his deal?”

“He’s got a bit of a thing for the Drysdale’s,” Chris answers flatly, reaching out a hand for his own hit.  “Watch this.”

Blade rolls his eyes walking into the kitchen to grab a bottle of beer, ignoring the show that Carter and Story are putting on.  Aster and Beck already missing for the night, and probably wouldn’t be back.  Iris had already pulled James away, and he was wishing his other sister would drag her husband into the Fiat or her closet one.  

Story bites down on Carter’s lip, pulling back.  The tape to her dress finally worked its way off when Harry happens to catch a glimpse, “Story book, Carter my man,” Carter’s hand covers her boob and they both turn to glare at him.  “Just watching the show.  You’re in the fucking living room, where the party is.”

“Is there nowhere else for you to go?” she asks.

“I was waiting on you to finish princess.  You look absolutely fucking fabulous in that little pink dress.  The King made sure it didn’t stay put though.”

“Go away,” Carter grips tight to Story’s leg standing up.  Wrapping both her legs around his waist, and covering her ass with his arms.  “If you had more on than string, I wouldn’t have to do this.”

“Just giving you easier access my King.”

“Oh I know.  That sloppy cunt has probably ruined this suit.”

“One of these days man, you’re gonna let me watch how royalty fucks.  You just wait,” rolling his eyes Carter carries Story out to the garage.  “Every fucking time.  I was for sure they were going to that tower closet.”

“You guys know their sex patterns?” Arleigh takes a long hit and passes it over to Lucy.  “Like they just have specific places?”

Lucy actually laughs.  Her hand rubbing slowly up and down Chris’s thigh.  “Yeah and no.  If Story and/or Carter is high or drunk usually her Fiat is where they go.”

“What’s the deal with this car?” even you are interested in this story.  Not realizing the sex life of Blade’s sister was so interesting.

“It was her first car.  Princess actually is a very cautious driver.  Rosie was her first baby, and she still looks brand new.  Had a few customizations added to her.  In fact, according to Story the first time she had sex at the estate was in Rosie, while daddy was drinking his bourbon watching a show with mom.  When she was finished she went in, gave them both a kiss, and waited by the window for Carter to climb up her tower.  She still keeps that thing for running around town.  Used to drive it with Otto and Z until Carter made her get a mommy car.  It’s not pink though.”

“Wait the car is actually pink?” Arleigh and you both laugh at this.  “I want to see,” she starts dragging you into the garage just to see the pink car.  Harry right behind you.  The three of you only take a glimpse at the car, and the Baizen’s don’t even pay you any mind, and you quickly shut the door much to Harry’s dismay. 

“Man, she’s not even naked.”

“They’re in a car dipshit,” Arleigh for just having met Harry pushes at his shoulder, “So tell me more.”

“Story doesn’t drink, but she loves the taste of bourbon on Carter.  If that man has a glass of Bourbon straight, they’re going to the tower closet,” you start to interject because as many times as you’ve heard about this closet you’ve never seen it, and now you desperately want to.  “No, she can give you a tour tomorrow.  Just don’t sit on that round thing in the center.  Or the chairs.  I wouldn’t lean too much on things.  There’s this ledge in there,” she pushes at Beau with a sly smile, “Tell ‘em why Carter asked that to be put in,” he grimaces shaking his head.  “He needed a place to put her foot when he was fucking her standing up.”

“Wait, Carter designed that closet?  And he had a special feature added for sex?  B, you never told me this.”

Beau takes a look at Arleigh shaking his head.  Him and Story are at a good place, but they had a checkered past.  He was surprised when Carter came to him, Ari, and James to design and build the Baizen castle.  And there’s little details of Carter everywhere.  A few Beau added himself.  “Okay, so what else?”

“If Story book has had a terrible rotten very bad day, they’re in the tub.  And you should see this fucking bathroom, but the tub!  Me and her have soaked in the fucking thing together.  All these Jo Malone bath oils everywhere.  You walk out smelling like a fucking dream.  Aster’s joined us.  Pretty sure all her kids have swam in it.  She birthed Archer in it.”

“She had a fucking water birth?  This girl!  She’s such a priss but she’s after my own hippie heart,” Arleigh leans into Beau a bit tighter.

“If Carter’s had a rough day, he will send her a text that says he needs chocolate chip cookies.  Story takes the boys either to mom and dad’s, sometimes Blade’s and Lo’s, and she’s waiting on Carter in some expensive lingerie with his glass of bourbon, but it’s always the special expensive kind.  He slowly sips it while she ‘dusts’.  Carter has the biggest fucking housewife kink.  And have you seen her lingerie?  The most girly beautiful shit you’ve ever seen.  That man slowly undresses her, and that counter,” she points into the kitchen.  You had noticed that that part of the counter looked particularly bare.

“She’s either pushed up against it, or sprawled out on top.  And if they’re in the baby making mood, and they almost always are they’re insatiable.  And for once on the fucking bed.  I think they don’t fuck there because Otto and Z have walkie talkies to say they’re coming to get in the bed with them.  There’s a cute little couch in their room.  Don’t sit on in.”

“Why do you know this shit?” you ask.  You had never heard Story talk so openly about her sex life.  Knowing that her and Carter clearly have sex with the amount of kids they seem to have roaming around.

Chris takes a deep drag on the dwindling down roach, handing it off to you as you look around for your uncomfortable boyfriend.  Him needing to get away from sex talk about his baby sister.  “Get her high.  That girl turns into an open book.  Listen, I thought she was a bitchy prude, no, that girl is a slut, but only for Carter Baizen.”

“It’s true.  They’re sickeningly sweet even during...hey Story book.  You better get you some more tape babe or go put you on something comfortable.  Those titties are going to be popping out.  I know your husband don’t want that,” Story gives her a smile, tucking hair behind her ear.  “Go on, run to the fucking closet now.  It will take two of you to, yep...there they go.  Closet has hidden drawers for their toys, too.  And they have a special hidden room behind the closet mirror.  Carter’s safe is in there, but there’s also a bed.  Don’t ask for the code, because they’re not giving it to you.  She’s also got some vintage makeup compacts displayed in there, vintage lingerie.  Like that bitch has a style, and it’s whatever turns her man on.”

“She fucking breathes and he’s horny for her,” Chris moans into Lucy’s neck.  The two of them feeling the affect of Arleigh and Beau’s prime crop.

“Wait that’s what those drawers are for?  And that room?  I thought it was too big just for a safe,” Beau looks down at Lucy before back up the stairs.  “He really thought of everything didn’t he?”

“He’s been planning this monstrosity since they first started dating.  Again it’s sick how sweet he is.”

“They’re going to miss midnight!” you run off to find Blade, needing to kiss him at midnight.  You think that you were coming back to the three couples that remained and Harry, but you’re only left with Arleigh, “What happened?”

“Lo, I don’t wanna know.  Let’s just count down and go to our room.  I don’t wanna know.  I just don’t,” the four of you ending the year with your kisses.  For good measure Arleigh reaches out to cup your boob again, and you smack at her ass, “I see why Beau sleeps on that tush.  Wook at it!” you grab a big handful giving her a giggle, and Blade clears his throat.  Arleigh looks up at Beau before leaning forward to give your mouth a sweet kiss, eliciting another growl from Blade.

“Bed.  Now,” he grunts.  Using that voice he knows that you can’t resist.

“You know how to get to the gold room?” you ask Beau who gives you a nod.  He helped build the house, so he’s fully aware of the rooms, and apparently their names.  “Happy New Year, you two.”

________________________________________________________________

Ransom lets out a big yawn, Ellie already passed out, her head leaned up against his chest while drool stains yet another shirt.  Posie leans up against you holding a sleeping Archer, while you brush the soft curls out of Zephyr’s face.  Steve and Marta both hold a passed out Thorne and Poppy, and Otto plays with his buddy.  “Don’t get him riled up this late, bud.”

“I’m not Papa.  Owwie is not a puppy anymore.”

“You know what uncle JJ says?” he gives you the sweetest smile, “They’re all puppies.  Buddy, why don’t you go to sleep?”

“I’m waiting on Papa’s ice cweam sundae.  He pwomised,” Ransom points down at the sleeping Ellie and Otto crosses his arm.  A particularly loud playful growl jolts Steve awake, “Mimi?” 

“Yeah buddy?”

“Am I evew going to tawk wight?”

“You know, your uncle Blade he was a bit older than you when he was able to speak clear.  His stutter it took him longer to get over.  You know how he still does that now?” he gives you a nod.  “He does it when he gets nervous or flustered.”

“Wo makes him touch hew heawt.”

“Your Mimi did that for him when he was little, too buddy.  You know how you’re a big mama’s boy?  Uncle Blade was an even bigger mama’s boy.  Still is.  Mimi would quit kissing me if Blade told her to stop.”

“Mimi!  You stopped kissing Papa?” you give him a smile, pulling Ransom’s lips over to yours.

“Happy New Year’s, babby.  You think the kids are behaving?”

“My angel girls are.  Your son is probably streaking through the castle.  Hey buddy, does the walkie talkies work here?” Ransom’s fingers make little grabby hands for the device.

“It’s not an emewgency.  Daddy said I can use it if I weally get to missing dem.  I’m not.  But dey do wowk.  Daddy made suwe dey would.  Now Papa, about my New Yeaw’s sundae.  Lay hew down on da couch, and I want the dinosauw spwinkles.”

Masterlist

[georgiapeach30513]

What was Ransom reaction to all of his precious fallen angel baby Luc tattoos ?

Oh lawd! Lucy's tattoos for the most part are hidden to a degree. Chris doesn't just tattoo her body, it's like he's decorating her, enhancing her curves. Ransom doesn't know about a few certain piercings either. He does know and see the plethora of ear piercings she has. All of her body modifications are done by Chris. And he's just so sweet with her, minus the nipple piercings, he's kissed every single one of her piercings and tattoos when finished. However, the longer she's with him the more ink and holes she gets...and we know that there's a pool at the estate...and Chris lives there with Morningstar.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Something For Me

Summary: Ransom finally sees Lucy's ink

Pairings: Lucy Drysdale X Chris

Rating: Sweet

Warnings: Mentions of body modifications, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 600

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Lucy Drysdale Masterlist

Lucy paddles over to Chris who's in the deeper part of the pool. Her little legs expertly swimming towards him, but he just keeps backing further away, "You better stop," she giggles and stops her movement. Pushing herself back to where she can touch, she pulls her top to the side exposing a pierced nipple.

"Woman!" Chris growls moving closer to her. "You shouldn't do shit like that when you're family is coming over today."

"I told you to stop," she pushes at his hard chest, but is unable to do anything. Connecting her own mouth over his piercing, just so she can hear him growl. His eyes look around the backyard, silence. Knowing that he might have just enough time to completely tease the shit out of her.

Without wasting a single second, he has her flipped upside down in the pool, pressing his mouth on her bathing suit bottoms before he gives his favorite piece of jewelry a little nibble. Only for a mere second before he twists her back upright. "You ass," she sputters dunking her head under the water to smooth everything back. "I hate how easily you throw me around."

"You're a fucking liar, too," gripping tight at her waist, he pulls her onto his shoulder. "You don't want me manhandling you anymore?"

"Don't go putting words in my mouth."

"You just said..."

"I know what I said," she bites a bit at his ass when her dad walks out. "Hey daddy," Chris tosses her further back into the pool, knowing that things are about to get interesting. Ransom pauses as his daughter goes to stand out of the water. Finally able to view the body art she's been able to hide.

The delicate floral pattern under her chest on full display as she walks out. The intricate patterns on her ribcage, black ink all over her hips, and thighs. Chris thinks she's never been more beautiful. Fully able to show who she really is, and the need for more. "I thought you were just putting holes in her body."

"Dad, I asked for this. He couldn't have tattooed me if I didn't lay there."

"It's everywhere though," his eyes move around her body, even seeing the belly button piercing. "Why everywhere?"

"You can't see it when I have my clothes on."

"You want more?" she gives him a head nod, "You wanna look like that?" he points over to Chris who gives him a grimace.

"Well no."

"You got other things pierced besides your whole ear and belly button?" she sticks out her tongue, "That's it?" she only shrugs. "What other hole do you want?'

"I want a nose ring. Maybe a few other things."

He looks back over the Chris, and back at Lucy, "He do all of them?" she nods. Her little legs wiggling around uncomfortably. If it was just the modifications that was on trial it would be one thing, but she knows he's judging her choice in a man as well. "Do you have things I can't see? No...don't answer that. Why?"

"Daddy, you got your perfect daughter with Iris, got the business strong daughter with Aster, got your pretty daughter with Story. I'm just Lucy."

"You're beautiful, Luce," Chris hums, going to stand behind her. "She was before, she is now. She's still the same Morningstar."

Ransom gives his famous pouting face. Releasing a puff of air. "Fine. It's your body. But," he looks between the two of them. "Don't just put random shit on there. It's permanent. Make it mean something. And I want something for me on there."

"Really?"

"Yeah. That you've drawn. Not him."

Masterlist

[georgiapeach30513]

Would you write more about Lucy and Chris’ connection with baby Raiden? I think you’ve said before that he’s the reason Chris’ baby fever hit an all time high and I need more cool aunt Lucy and cool uncle Chris

AH!! When Chris' need to have a baby with Lucy was full swing! I have said that Raiden was Story's biggest baby, over ten pounds, and Lucy is a wee little thing with big tits, thick thighs, and a fat ass. Like she's barely five foot tall. So when Chris sees this big baby boy, that Lucy can't help but press those soft kisses on his skin. The Drysdale's are big on their skin to skin time, and while she isn't naked, he is laying on her cleavage. And Chris wants to go feral on Lucy. He had been patient up to that point. Tried to assure her of how perfect a mom she would be. Chris needed her to give him a baby!  And lo and behold, before Raiden turned one, Lucy was pregnant.  

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Aw, Baby

Summary:  Rai man!

Pairings:  Lucy/Chris X Raiden Baizen

Rating:  FLOOF

Warnings: titties, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  600

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Lucy Drysdale Masterlist

It was no secret that Raiden was Chris and Lucy’s buddy.  Any chance they got, they wanted to steal him away from his parents, just to stare at him.  Not only was he this thick and stout baby boy, he was the sweetest love bug.  Raiden loves Chris to blow raspberries on his belly.  Pulling up his shirt already cackling before Chris ever was able to blow on his big ole belly.

But Raiden loves waddling over to his aunt Lucy just to lay on his favorite pillows.  Chris normally doesn’t share that part of Lucy, but he does with Raiden.  Seeing Lucy just stare at his puckered lips, while she moves around his soft curls.  Chris can’t stand it.  He loves seeing the soft side to his wife.  The side that very few people get to see.

He knew before Lucy ever would admit it.  She was going to be an excellent mom.  She was going to be the mom that wanted to talk with her kids, instead of talking at them.  Listen to them, let them be who they wanted to be with no judgement.  While Chris was convinced that Raiden was going to be his quarterback, Lucy would always answer, “I just want him to be happy,” her eyes would always shine up at Chris only for a moment before she’d look back at that sturdy baby. 

“I don’t want him to have to deal with heartbreak or letdowns.  I want him to have all the happiness.”

“We appreciate happiness most when there’s heartbreak,” the mention of that sweet boy having heartbreak, she pouts.  “But we’ll make sure that he doesn’t have too much heartbreak.

One day Chris had came home with a shirt of faux tattoos on the sleeves.  Showing it to Lucy, and she was already redressing Raiden.  He’d smack a bit at her bump while she put on that long sleeve shirt, and she just squeals.  “Wook at hims.  Rai man you look like Uncle Chris,” he giggles shaking his head before slapping at her chest.

“Hey, hey we don’t abuse the titties.  We treat those with respect,” Raiden lays his head down on her chest, nuzzling in deeper.  “That’s better, but that’s what I like to do.  I’m just glad he quit trying to find your nipple.  Story and her constant whipping out of the tit for feedings.”

“She’s done it with a few babies.  I don’t even think she looks at her tits as sexual.”

“He does,” Chris gives her a wink.  “Uncle Chris can’t wait for aunt Wucy’s tits to keep getting bigger.  You going to pull those puppies out in front of people,” Lucy gives him a little smack, and telling him no.  “Oh.  At least when we’re at home though, right?”

“Maybe.”

After Foxley was born, Chris couldn’t wait to bring Raiden in to look at his newest cousin.  The little boy, looking so big next to Foxley, wiggled out of Chris’ arm, until he made it to sit next to Lucy.  Staring down at the sweet little baby with soft black hair.  “Aww,” he looks up at his aunt, before back down at the baby.  “Aw, baby.”

“Yep, this in mine and Chris’ baby.”

“No, me baby.”

“Raiden, you’re always going to be mine and Kissy’s baby okay?” puckering up his lips, he waits for Lucy to give him a kiss.  Laying against her shoulder, he gives another look at the newest baby in the family. 

“Aw, baby.”

Masterlist

[georgiapeach30513]

How does Chris react when he finds out that Lucy was the one who drew the tattoo he had when they first met? Can we get a glimpse of them still getting to know each other?

Lucy and Chris have got me by my heart strings lately! They're so hard, and yet so sweet. She finally found someone that can put up with her, and she likes him enough to keep him around for longer than a month.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

I Wanna See Them

Summary:  Chris finds out

Pairings:  Lucy Drysdale X Destroyer!Chris

Rating:  Vulnerable Lucy

Warnings: Lucy tears, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Lucy Drysdale Masterlist

"Hey Morningstar,” Chris peeks around his booth when he sees the pretty little thing walk in the shop.  He can’t quite figure the girl out, there’s this air of whimsy about her, and yet, he can’t stay away from her.  She walks back to his booth, sitting in a chair, she props her feet up on the table.  “Feet down,” he scolds her.

Turning back to his desk, he starts cleaning up his station, noticing how she keeps staring at a framed sketch on his wall.  The sketch that she always looks at.  “What do you think it means?”

Lucy takes a long look at the faded rose.  Upon further inspection you could see some of the petals withered.  “That’s not dew.”

“It’s not?”

“She’s crying,” Lucy takes one look down at her hands, and then back over at Chris who stares at her oddly.

“Did you just say she?”

“The rose.  She’s crying.  It’s this big beautiful rose, so full of life, but some of the petals are damaged.  It doesn’t ruin her overall beauty though,” Chris pulls out another one of the original sketches.  This time a blackened violet.  His finger traces over the LD on it before showing the picture to her.  He had been saving that particular one for someone special, or possibly himself.

“She’s misunderstood.  See the violets in the background, they’re bright.  She’s darkened, her petals are harsher and not as flowy.”

“Your middle name is Violet,” Lucy’s eyes turn and look away from him.  Chris goes back to his table and starts pulling out all the sketches he hadn’t used yet.  A binder full of the retired designs at his apartment.  “LD?”

“Like Lucy Drysdale.”

“I saw a pattern in these.  There’s a lot of floral.”

Lucy chuckles, her fingers nervously run over her rings.  “Well, my mom had this weird thing of naming us girls after flowers.  Iris, Aster, Story Rose, and Luciana Violet.”

“There’s others.”

“We have this garden my grandpa created after mom and dad got married.  All of our flowers are there.  But there’s peonies for mom, ranunculi for my brother that didn’t make it, sweet peas for Blade...” Chris looks up at her realizing that she’s related to his best client.  “Yeah, same Drysdale.”

“There’s a lot of tulips, too.”

“My dad.”

His fingers roam over the piece based off her sketch on his arm, she gives him a smile and traces over it as well.  “There’s always been blue jays in the garden since my grandpa died.  He hangs around all the time.  Me and Story say that it is Grandpa.  Funny that you chose one that had a violet on it.”

“You um...there’s a lot of roses.”

She licks her lips, and thinks about the best way to approach the topic.  “Well, Story, she’s got a tragic, and yet beautiful tale of how she came to be with her soulmate.”

“You’ve...I’ve been getting these for years.  Not just flowers, but...Lucy, they tell stories.”

“I’m not good with words.  I’m good with art.  It soothes me.  I started drawing when I was little.  I’d get bored in class, and just draw.  Soon it became my thing.  I even illustrate children’s books for my sister.  When Blade started to get tattooed, he’d come home, and Story, she was in rehab.  He was the only one who took time to see how I was doing when no one else was looking.  I got attached to his body art.  Would trace over it.  He talked about some cool guy at a shop that was doing them.  Said he had good freehand, but mine was better.  I started sending them out because I couldn’t get inked.  Blade he came home one day, fresh piece, and told me that the cool guy had a framed picture of mine in his booth.  That one right there.  I never sent you any of the colored ones, but I did another version of that.  She’s pink, but certain areas are darker.  There’s even an orchid with it.”

“Why?”

“Flowers represent people.  Mom has a special greenhouse, and there’s orchids in there for Story’s husband.  Beside his orchids is a pink rose bush.”

Standing up, Chris walks over to Lucy, putting his hands on either side of her chair as he stares down at this little bitty thing amazed.  “How come you never told me?  I told you how much I loved the work by the artist.  Mentioned I had kept some personally,” she shrugs.  “No, there’s gotta be a reason.”

“I wanted you to see me for me.  Not for some artist that you put on a pedestal, and didn’t know anything about them.  I didn’t think we’d even be having sex, much less be where we are right now.  It’s just...my artwork has always been anonymous.  I put everything in it.  I’m the most vulnerable with it, and,” she licks at her lips and wipes away the tears she was trying to hold in.  “I don’t like showing that side of me.”

“It’s beautiful.  Just like you.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious.  I’ll let you walk around acting like a bad bitch, but when it’s just us, I want you to be that vulnerable person that I’m looking at right now.  Luce, I want to protect you from everything, anything, or anyone that means you harm.  I want to shield you from people.  But this...this is fucking rad,” Lucy closes her eyes and laughs.  “I know, I’m corny to make you laugh.  Is there anything that you never sent?” she nods at him.  “Well, one day, I wanna see them.”

Masterlist

[georgiapeach30513]

i told myself i wouldn’t ask about this bc i knew i'd die due to cuteness but i can't take it anymore 😩 may we know who exactly coined Kissy for Chris and how did it start?? my theory is Ellie and it started during a family barbecue where Chris was in charge of the kids but i'm sure its wAY WAY WAY BETTER than that 😩

🍁

It wasn't Ellie. We know that Archie is a mama's boy. Like he's the kid that went in to see all his younger siblings, and the Otto and Z were just looking at their little brothers, and Archie was giving Story kisses and telling her how beautiful she is. The ONLY person that has ever taken Archie from Story is Chris. Obviously Raiden is Chris' boy, but before Raiden was born there was a wee little Archie.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Chrissy’s Kissies

Summary:  Chris has to babysit

Pairings:  Chris X Archer

Rating:  adorbs

Warnings: kissies, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  500

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Lucy Drysdale Masterlist

"Come on sweet boy,” Story coos, trying to usher Archer into the estate.  He gives a quick glance around her, and sees Chris smiling at him, before he darts back behind her body.  “Buddy, come on, I got to take your brothers to practice and you get bored.

“No I don’t,” he giggles up at her, and starts pulling down her arms.  “I go with you.”

“You’re staying with Chris and Lucy.”

“Where’s Brookie going?” he slyly smiles up at her.

“Beck is getting Brookie at the field to play with Attie and Rion.  You wanting to go with them?” he shakes his head no, and peeks back around to see Chris making grabby hands at him.  “Alright, give me a kiss, and I’ll be back later.  Go on.  Go to Chrissy.”

Feeling a bit defeated, he gives his mama a kiss, and runs after Chris.  One of the few people he can tolerate to be around if Story isn’t.  With a smile she walks out the door, and it’s just Archie and Chris.  He goes to chasing the little boy around the house, and anytime he catches him, he throws him up in the air.

Sometimes, giving him some quick little tickles, “Top top top, I can’t breathe,” his little boy lisp speaks, holding up a hand to him.  Chris starts slowly moving in closer, but Archie gives him a little baby slap to his nose.  “Top dat.”

“I was just going to give you a kiss,” Archie shakes his head violently and runs off.

“Only mommy’s kisses!” Chris able to block him in, leaves Archie in a giggle fit.  “No, no Chrissy kissies,” he doubles over laughing.  “Chrissy kissies.  You Kissy.”

“Lucy likes my kissies.”

“I like mommy’s.”

“Not even your dad’s?” Archie shakes his head no, and takes off again.  Trying to run in between Chris’ legs, but the large man catches him.  “You gotta have one of Chrissy’s kissies now.”

“No.  You’re Kissy.”

“What are you two doing?” Mrs. Drysdale asks, watching Chris hold Archie upside down by one leg.  Leaving him dangling in front of Chris.  “You better be glad you know who isn’t here.”

“Yeah, cause I’m mommy’s baby.”

“Wouldn’t that be Brookie?” Chris asks the upside down boy, tapping on his nose.

“He is the baby, but me, I’m mommy’s baby.  Mimi, Chrissy is trying to kissy me.”

“Oh my, you know, only special people get kisses from Chris.  Because if you get one, and you’re not special, you turn into a toad,” Archie’s eyes go wide looking quickly over to Chris.  “So be careful,” she responds, and quickly walks away.  

“I wanna be a toad!  Give me a kissy on my belly!”

“On one condition?” Archie nods his head excitedly.  “If you don’t turn into a toad, instead of Chrissy I wanna be called Kissy.  Deal?”

“Deal!” instead of kisses Chris blows raspberries all over his exposed belly leaving him giggling again.  “Those are not kissies!”

“These are Kissy’s kissies.  That way you won’t turn into a toad.”

Masterlist

[georgiapeach30513]

More fluffy moments with Lucy, Chris and Foxley please 🥺

These three!! Clearly Raiden believes that Foxy is his sissy, but I love seeing these so tender and soft moments with Lucy as a mama. Like seeing her just so open and soft and all she's doing is staring at her daughter. Chris really is her person. He brought so much satisfaction to her. Like truly. He broke down her walls and he completely gets her. He can tame the brat if you will. Chris, while domineering is a cut-up, and a big kid. But man if he doesn't love his Honey Bee

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Be Right Back

Summary:  Lucy can’t quit staring at Foxley

Pairings:  Chris X Lucy

Rating:  cute and mildly explicit

Warnings: mild language, 18 + ONLY

Word Count:  650

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Lucy Drysdale Masterlist

There’s not much that Lucy loves to do more, than just stare at her daughter.  Watching every inch of her face, and finds it hard to believe that her and her giant made this tiny beautiful little girl.  And Chris doesn’t mind just watching the both of them.  “Honey Bee,” he starts, getting in the bed behind her.  Chris rests his chin on her shoulder staring down at the little angel baby of his.  “What cha doing?”

“We did this,” very rarely does anyone but him, and her mother see her vulnerable side, but since Foxley was born everyone sees it.  “I didn’t even want kids, until you.”

“I did not bully you.”

“No, I know.  I just...we made her.  Me and you.  Like she has my eyes, but your pretty little lips.  She has your butt chin, but my dimples.  Definitely your hairline.  Chris, I know I’ve seen a lot of babies be born, but she’s my favorite.”

Chris gives her a little giggle, and starts kissing up her neck, “I’m glad.  She is pretty perfect huh?”

“The best.”

“You want your mom or dad to watch her for a little bit?”

“Why would I want that?” Lucy asks, never leaving Foxley’s face.  “Stop that.  I’ll let you have me later tonight.  My baby is awake and I just want to watch her,” Lucy’s tatted thumb moves over her daughter’s unblemished skin, and she’s amazed at how absolutely wrecked just looking at her makes her feel.  “I don’t deserve you two,” Foxley gives a sweet coo up at her mom, who tearfully smiles back.  “I thought that the way I felt for you was too much.”

“Morningstar, what is it?” Chris turns to watch his wife’s face, still gazing at their daughter in complete awe.

“It’s like...that’s the biggest reason why I was scared.  I just love you so much it hurts, and I thought how am I ever going to love this tiny thing like I do you.  But holding her right now, it’s like my heart is going to burst with all this love.  How do you love someone that much?  I don’t know, but I do.  I love the both of you so much, and it hurts my heart to have either of you away from me.  Just tattoo your names over my heart, because this is it.”

“Honey Bee,” Chris whispers and moves her face to look at him, “You amaze me.”

“Shut up.”

“No, no, you listen.  You amaze me, because you seem like this bad ass bitch, and you are most the time, but this Lucy right here.  Still in her pajamas, no wicked winged liner and lashes, none of your jewelry, no makeup, none of your armor to protect you from people seeing this sweet and beautiful woman,” Lucy rolls her eyes and starts to look at their daughter, but he catches her cheeks.  “I’m serious, you are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.  And I’m okay with you being a bad ass as long as we have these moments, where I just see Luciana Violet.”

Lucy leans forward, and gives him a kiss, already her tongue traces along his lips, tickling at his frenulum piercing.  “I love you Christopher.”

“So, about that expansion of your heart,” Lucy looks at him confused.  “You said a second baby.  I know it’s too soon, I’m just making sure that you’re okay with that?”

“Yes, Pooh Bear, one more.  I want Foxley to be at least two though.”

“Cool cool.”

“But your disgusting breeding kink mouth, can still be disgusting.”

“I’m the disgusting one?  If I recall...”

“Christopher!  Our daughter is in here with us.  You shouldn’t be talking so vulgar like that in front of a lady.  For shame.  Foxley, you’re daddy is gonna have to be punished later later.”

Chris proudly nods his head, “Yes, yes I do.  I need to be punished so bad.  Foxley, we��re gonna make sure Mimi and Papa are okay with you being downstairs.  Be right back.”

Masterlist

[georgiapeach30513]

What was family reaction (Especially ran & Kitten) when the devil himself known as Lucy Drysdale got married and pregnant ??

Kitten was very excited about the marriage, she thinks Chris is the perfect fit for her Little Lucifer, and even her siblings, they LOVE Chris, and even how much he calms Lucy. She still has that devious quality. Now the kids was a bit of surprise. Not that none of them think Lucy can't be a good parent, but because she was very adamant about not having children. She was just okay with her and Chris shacking up at the estate. Chris changed her mind about a lot of things.  First marriage, and then kids.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Everybody’s Business

Summary:  Lucy and Chris are having a baby

Pairings:  Lucy X Chris

Rating:  sweetness

Warnings: mild language, Lucy tears, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.2K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Lucy Drysdale Masterlist

Lucy leaves the restaurant her eyes constantly glancing down at her finger.  The ring is perfect; an almost classic look, but a deep dark diamond.  Glancing up at Chris she gives him a smile.  “Is this real life?” 

“Yeah, it’s real life, Honey Bee,” pulling up her hand he gives a kiss to the ring.  “How are we going to tell your family?”

“How about, you’re finally making an honest woman out of me?  You won’t just be fucking me, I’ll be your wife, and it’s my duty to fuck you,” she laughs, but gets all serious.  “I think it’s just best to say, we’re getting married all excitedly.  You think they’ll believe it?”

“I think deep down, they know that they’re stuck with me.  They gotta admit.  I’m good for you.”

“You are Pooh Bear.  You’re pretty good at jumping on the bed too.”

________________________________________________________________

Lucy rests her chin on her left hand at family dinner.  Her fingers tapping along her cheek, just waiting for someone to make a comment about the new piece of jewelry on her finger.  Chris’ arm resting comfortably on the back of her chair, Zephyr in his lap, and no one says anything.  She knows she caught Aster and Story looking at it, but they didn’t say anything.

Even Ransom, but he completely ignores her, and that’s when she knows something was up.  Even the children.  The only one even remotely paying attention to her finger was Brooks, but he’s too young to train.  “You guys are a bunch asses.”

“Lucy, there’s children, present,” Story tells her trying not to laugh.  “What’s got you so worked up.”

Lucy squints her eyes, looking at every member of her family.  “A bunch of assholes.”

“Wucy dat is a bad wowd,” Otto gives her a little giggle, and Ellie throws her head back fully laughing.  Even Chris joins in on laughing.  “Why awe you so upset?”

She holds up her hand pointing to her perfect ring.  “Say something.”

“I’m just glad somebody was willing to put up with you, Little Lucifer,” James answers scratching his head.

“Yeah, you’ve been a pain in our a,” Carter looks over at Story and decides it’s best to change his wording, “butts for nearly twenty-two years.  Torturing us, getting us into deals where we had to pay you off or you would run your mouth.  And you did anyways.”

“You better be glad I never said anything about you sneaking in the princesses tower all those nights.”

“You knew about that?” Ransom asks, his eyes narrowing over at Carter.

“I let it go, because the Princess finally got her Sir Lancelot.  Plus there was a lot of jumping on the...”

“Okay, Lucy.  You’re ring is beautiful.  I can’t believe Chris got such a perfect ring for you,” Story adds in quickly.  “Alright boys, Beck I need the Brookie.  Carter let’s go home.”

“Story, sit down.”

“Lucy is engaged, yay!  Archie come on baby.  Otto, Z, Daddy let’s go,” Carter doesn’t question it, he sees Ransom’s angry face.  “Lucy, today is supposed to be your moment, and you’re ratting me out now?”

“You’re thirty years old with four kids, and working on the fifth, why are you so scared of daddy?” Lucy can only smile evilly at her goody two shoes sister.

“Did you just call Carter daddy?” Ransom asks, and Carter shakes his head no.  “You did.  I’m...oh my god...Story Rose Drysdale.”

“Baizen.”

“Well him is our daddy,” Zephyr responds holding onto Carter’s hand looking up at him.  “Don’t be mad at daddy, Papa.”

“Back to this...Lucy, you knew she was jumping on the bed with Carter?”

“Okay, we’ve established this.  Carter and I dated in high school, he snuck in my bedroom, and spent the night.  We were sleeping.  Anyways, Chris, you have fun with you Morningstar.”

________________________________________________________________

Chris cannot stay off of Lucy’s belly.  His hand is always resting on it.  There’s not even the tiniest bump yet, but he wants to feel every stretch of her belly.  He’d spent all these years with her nieces and nephews and now he’s about to be getting his own.  

In the mornings Chris’ head is always laying on her belly, just so he can turn his head and give his baby’s home a little kiss.  Her own hands card through his hair once he starts singing ‘Baby Mine’.  Lucy softly closes her eyes listening to his soft voice, and then Chris kisses all over her belly.

“Today’s the day,” she reminds him, petting along his face.  “We gotta let my family know.”

“Your mom knows.  She knows everything.  She made a comment to me the other day, telling me it was about time.  She knows.  Freak of nature.  You think Rai man is gonna be jealous of the baby?”

“He’ll be okay.  Come on, let’s get this day started.  Don’t be shy about holding my belly.”

Chris wasn’t shy, his hand was always on her belly.  The softest touch on her tummy, even giving her some belly rubs.  “What cha doing?” Beck asks sitting down next to the two of them, holding a sleeping baby.  His eyes go down to where Chris’ hand rests.  And he just stares at them with the biggest smile.  “Is this like the engagement, and you want people to say something?  Or are you about to let it out?”

“What?” Lucy asks him with a laugh.

“You’re pregnant.  You gonna announce it, or am I going to do it for you?”  Lucy has a tender moment leaning up against Chris.  “You’ll be good.  You’re a good aunt, Luce.  I know it’s different with your own, but you two will be fine.  Good, one of the best.”

“You mean it?” her honey eyes look up at her brother-in-law.  She hates herself for how emotional she’s been since getting pregnant, but she had been having her doubts.  Always questioning if she’s going to be good enough.  She’s been surrounded by amazing mothers, and she had been feeling insecure.

“Even if doesn’t, I do.  These babies love you, Bee.  You know that our baby is going to adore you.”

“Did you just say our baby?” Blade asks looking between Chris and Lucy.  The rest of the sisters turning to look at them, Iris almost in tears looking at her baby sister, Story just stands with both her hands over her mouth, and Aster let’s out a ‘no more babies!’

“Well, they’re kinda stuck in there.  Won’t be long until we’re gonna see what we’re having.”

“Oh baby Lucifer,” Ransom stands up and walks closer to his baby girl.

“Don’t cry, daddy.  Because you’re gonna make me...you’re crying.  Stop it,” she stands up to give her dad a big hug, and he pushes her back to look at his last baby.  The daughter he begged for.  “Quit,” she whispers on his shoulder.

“You’ve finally grown up.”

“No.  Not yet.  We gotta see how having a kid is.  And if I don’t like it, I can just give it to Story.”

“You stop,” Ransom leans back to look over Lucy’s little face.  “You are going to be an amazing mother, and I know this.  I think Chris is going to be a pretty good dad, too.  And, your child is never going to be able to get away with anything.  Because you sneak around and know everybody’s business.”

Masterlist

[georgiapeach30513]

Does Lucy ever feel like the odd one out in the family, being that she’s so much younger than her siblings? I feel like her siblings are all amazing (as is she!) but I’d love to see her being vulnerable with Chris about her insecurities and stuff like that. I feel like he’s just be the best at comforting her

Lucy's age isn't what makes her feel like the odd one out. I mean Chris is older than Blade. Even her body art doesn't make her feel like the odd one out, because her sister's love it. Lucy uses her appearance to further her artwork, she's really good with makeup too. Her biggest insecurity, is she's shorter than her sister's, and she feels she isn't as pretty as they are. Chris never lets a day go by without letting her realize how beautiful she is to him.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Perfect For Me

Summary:  Lucy doesn’t think she’s pretty

Pairings:  Chris X Lucy

Rating:  sweets

Warnings: insecure Lucy, language, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  550

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Lucy Drysdale Masterlist

"Lucy!” Chris shouts jumping on the bed behind her.  She had slept in late, and he was ready for their day to get started.  He leans in towards her body, mouth directly over her ear, “Lucy, my beautiful, amazing, wonderful, mean as fuck fiancé, wake up!”

She only snuggles in deeper to the bed, pushing her ass more into his crotch, “I will fuck you awake if you keep putting this tush on my junk.  Wake up!”

“I don’t wanna.”

“I don’t care.  We were going to go take a few kids to the dog park,” Lucy growls, but he only leans in closer to her face, giving her ear a nibble.  “This was your idea.”

“We don’t even have a dog.”

“There’s three in the family,” he pushes her to her back, and goes to straddle her tiny little body, his hands roam up her shirt, and he plays with those little piercings.  The very ones that introduced him to his Honey Bee.  She lets out a soft little sigh at his motions.  “Come on beautiful, don’t even have to get ready, I prefer no bra anyway.”

“If you’re making me be around a bunch of kids, I need my tits in a bra,” Chris scoffs at her, but leans forward to press a soft kiss on her lips, and moving down to kiss her nippes over her shirt.  “You really think I’m beautiful?”

Chris gives her nipples a hard pinch and she bites her bottom lip to keep from keening.  Her vertical labret poking out a bit more.  “I think you’re the most beautiful person in the world,” she gives an eye roll, and tries to get him off of her.

“I’m too small and short to get you off of me.  So please, if you could Christopher.”

“You are perfect in this size.  I can carry you in my pocket.  I wish you could see you the way I see you.  From that first meeting, you kinda intimidated me.  Imagine this tiny little girl, and this big ass personality, with a great set of tits, and when those golden eyes of yours looked at me, Luce, I knew I was in trouble.  I was glad you were put on my book.  I would have stole you from someone anyways.  Nobody needs to put a needle in this body but me.”

Her hand twists around his shirt and pulls him down to lay his head on her chest, “I don’t look like them.  They’re just so...”

“Lucy, you don’t have to look like them to be beautiful.  I’m not gonna sit here and say your sisters are ugly, because they’re not.  But you’re the only one that’s beautiful and hot.  You’re the only one with this wicked kick ass personality.  The only one who doesn’t give a fuck about what people think.  You said it yourself you’re surprised they haven’t blown up with how much they worry about what other’s think,” she gives him a groan, and he pulls back to look at her.  “What?”

“They’re perfect.”

“For their husbands.  You’re perfect for me.  And I’m who really matters in your life right?” she gives him a giggle, but nods her head.  “Exactly.  I don’t need anyone else but you.  You’re the perfect size for me, and if you were prettier, people would wonder why you were with me.”

Masterlist

[georgiapeach30513]

Happy New Year! I’m loving all the content, Tysm. I would love to hear more about Chris, he just seems like the odd man out. How does he feel about the crazy Drysdale family? Lucy being the youngest and most aggressive of the bunch, could Chris be intimidated be her or the wealth of her family? How do the Drysdales feel about Chris? Do they think he’s the flavor of the month? Thanks again for creating this wonderful universe!

You're very welcome and thank you so much!! The last time we saw Chris (before him and Lucy together) he was about to pierce her nipples. She had shown interest in other piercings, and possible other body modifications as well. He is a bit of the odd man out. He's very successful in his own right, but he's not a cookie cutter type. Owning a tattoo shop, and covered in tattoos and piercings.

Chris is such a laid back person, like he goes with the flow with whoever he is with. Even though he's a big beefy giant (he's the closest size to Ari) he's such a happy person to be around. He loves making people smile and being happy. A bit of a cut up, and he's not quite as aggressive as Lucy. He LOVES that she's this little chihuahua; so tiny but full of grit.

He does not care one bit about their money. The only luxury item Lucy has is her car. She doesn't wear the fancy jewelry or the fancy clothes. She likes what she likes.

Ransom, like with most of the girls SOs, was not a fan at first. He went based on looks alone at first, saw this big guy covered in tats and rings, and leather on a Harley showing up to get his baby. But Kitten being the more level headed gave him a little smack. Chris calms Lucy to a degree. He's not jealous, doesn't make her change, and encourages and inspires her artwork. (He has been a fan of it for sometime without even knowing who she was).

Blade and Lucy have the closet relationship of the bunch, so he doubted this relationship. Chris is the one that pretty tattooed all of Blade's body, and he really likes the guy. So when Lucy shows up with him to a family dinner, he wants to roll his eyes. Lucy typically let's it be known she doesn't do relationships, and she's never "broken a boy's heart" but Blade knows how tender Chris actually is.

The thing that drives Ransom crazy, is when Chris moves in. Because Lucy has let it be known she's never leaving the estate. She loves that bit of gothic feel that the estate has. She loves her home. Loves the history. LOVES the garden, that's usually where she goes to spark the most inspiration.

So with all THAT being said...let's peak into when Chris gave that other piercing to Lucy.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Not Yet

Summary: Chris relaxes Lucy before her next piercing

Pairings: Lucy Drysdale X Destroyer!Chris

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, needles, piercing, oral sex (female receiving), mentions of a pain kink, tattoos, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 700

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Lucy Drysdale Masterlist

Lucy's hands weave tightly through Chris' hair, pulling him closer to her core as he buries himself deep into her warmth. His tongue going between kitten licking her clit to fully Sucking on the bud. "Chris, you want me to lock up or you almost finished with that piercing?" Max asks with a laugh.

Chris pulls himself away from Lucy, wiping his face against her thigh, "This one's gonna take awhile. I'm having to take some extra time relaxing her, so go ahead and lock up," with a quick smile up at the tiny little thing he's got on his table, Lucy almost a whimpering mess, he dives back in.

Working overtime on her bundle of nerves waiting on just one more time before he actually does his job. His eyes watch her body writhing around, her hand playing with those piercings that he loves so much. The floral design under her tits creating curving around the swells and making them look even more beautiful. The random ink on her body that he was able to put there. Leaving his permanent mark on her over and over again. And when she finally gushes in his mouth, sobbing his name as she looks up at the ceiling, he lathes up as much of her juices as possible.

Sitting up straight, he uses a large hand to remove her slick. Wiping it over her other thigh on a tattoo she finally allowed him to design. Her little body still sprawled open and blissed out, while he stands to wash his hands, readying himself for that piercing she's been begging for. His eyes continuing to roam back over to her little body.

His little feisty one with the pain kink. The amount of times he's had to stop tattooing her, just so they could go into a bathroom is addictive to him. If she'd let him, he'd have her whole body marked up. Even though he loves her delicate little tattoos scattered over her body, framing her curves. She's his favorite canvas.

Once gloved up he scoots his chair back up to her, taking in her swollen bud, "This is going to hurt Morningstar."

"Oh for fucks sake, just put the needle through it. You'll have another piece of jewelry to play with."

He gives her a little smirk, adjusting her hood for the needle, "Yeah, but," he starts pushing the metal through her skin. Her hands clench tight to his table and she lets out the tiniest yelp. Steadying his hand to add in the jewelry that he got to pick out. "I can't touch this until it heals."

"What?" she shoots up looking at him, but his large hand presses on her belly.

"Relax. It's usually a quick heal. I will have to look at it though, just to make sure everything is mending properly."

Her honey eyes watch him as his hands work the jewelry in. Once in he leans forward and presses the softest kiss to her new piercing. "You do that for all your clients?"

He rolls his eyes, cleaning up his station, "Get dressed," she jumps down putting her clothes on wincing a tiny bit when she pulls up her panties. "I can't give you piggy back rides for awhile," her eyes go wide staring at him. "You wanted this."

"I just needed you to play with something besides my nipples for a change," she starts to add her bra, but he just shakes his head no. "What?"

"They look pretty when they poke through your shirt."

"Does that mean you're going to spend some extra time rubbing your fingers on them?"

"Oh honey bee, my mouth is going to be one on those. That is until I push your head on my cock," Lucy bites at her lip as she grabs her coat. "Don't act all shy. You love when I make you gag on me. One of these days your parents are going to kick me out of there."

"They're waiting on me to get tired of you."

"Are you?" Chris leads his little honey bee out of the back room, flicking off all the lights as he heads up front.

"Not yet."

Masterlist

[georgiapeach30513]

Can we see more of Chris finding out Lucy was actually the artist behind his tattoos or the others in his shop. Or the backstory of how they ended up in the shop to begin with?!

-🥭

So I did actually do where Chris finds out about Lucy being the artist here, so let's go back and time and do how Lucy started sending them in the first place.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

You Did Good Kid

Summary:  Lucy’s artwork

Pairings:  Lucy Drysdale X Blade Drysdale

Rating:  a bit angsty

Warnings: none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  500

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Lucy Drysdale Masterlist

Lucy’s fingers trace over Blade’s newest ink, while she listens to him talk about his past two weeks at school.  It had been so long since he had been home, and she loved listening to him talk, but never paid attention to what he said, just the deep timbre of his voice comforted her.

He notices a sketch book over on her dresser table and pulls it over to him, “No!  Don’t look in that,” before she can stop him he opens up the book.  Random sketches of a girl always crying, bound, or breaking free.  “Dr. Banner, he told me to work through things with...”

“Your art has changed,” there’s a sadness in her pieces.  Heartbreak.  “They’re...Luce,” he flips rapidly through a series of what appears to be a darkened version of Disney princesses, all in different forms of crying.  “They’re Story, aren’t they?”

“It’s how I’m working through it.  Look,” she flips over a few pages, and shows different sketches of their family’s flowers.  “They’re not all sad.”

Blade goes through several more pages of the flowers, and starts smiling.  “These are really good.  People would pay to get these framed.”

“What about like you?  Tattoos?”

“Yeah.  Maybe not your earlier sketches, but people love floral work for tattoos.  My guy has a few.  His work is all shades.  He doesn’t do color on his skin.”

“Where is it you said you got your work done?” she pulls her sketchpad out of his hands, putting it back where it belongs.

“Destroyer.”

Lucy goes into her dad’s office, and makes copies of a few of the pieces she’s most proud of.  Putting them all in a giant envelop and asking Fran if she could mail it out.  Never a return address, so she never received a reply.  But there was something freeing about letting her artwork go.  

She didn’t hear a critique or criticism.  For all she knew they could have been throwing them in the trash, but there was a liberating quality about the act, and she couldn’t stop.  Once a month sending out various sketches, even including some that weren’t copies.

One day Blade had came home, bringing a smiling Story with him.  Lucy knew they would spend quite a bit of time together, but when she laid down for a nap, Blade was going to her room.  His arm being held out at an awkward angle, and  when Story spots the rustic sketch of peonies and tulips; she squeals.  “Where did you?”

“Same place I always get them.  I noticed he had a framed picture above his table with an LD on it.  I made a comment, and he pulled out a separate book with all these sketches.  After I chose mom and dad’s flowers, he pulled out the picture.  One of a kind Luce.  He loves them.  You did good kid.”

Masterlist