#destroyer!chris

Events:

AA Bucky's 108th birthday Bingo

AA Kinky Bingo

Sexy September Scribbles Challenge 2025

Kinktober 2025

January Jumble Scribbles 2026

Writer in a Cryofreeze 2026

Series:

Roots and Branches (Lumberjack AU.) Ended

Summary: Bucky has built a quiet life in the woods, content to keep the world at arm's length. But when a new neighbor moves to town, her presence ignites emotions he’s hesitant to face.

Toy Soldier (Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Smut) Ended.

Summary: She had been the tool Hydra used to keep him operational; he, the weapon manipulated by their tendrils to execute their ambitions. Years after breaking free, fate Sam Wilson brings them together once more. Now, they must navigate the challenges of forging a connection beyond the twisted dynamic that once bound them in the past.

The Price of Silence (Blue-collar!Bucky AU.) On Hold.

Summary: Porn with a little plot. In this AU, a cynical and disenchanted Bucky finds a job at a construction site after the blip. Tasked with retrieving lunch from a local bakery, he never expects to fall into a fuck-buddies situation with the clerk.

A Hand in the Dark (Angst. Hurt/Comfort.) Ended

Summary: Somewhere in the 1950s, in a brief moment of lucidity, Soldat makes a choice: he saves a stranger's life. Decades later, that stranger's granddaughter finds him bleeding out in an alley, and chooses to save him back.

Foundations (Dad!Bucky AU.) Ended

Summary: Bucky is doing his best to build a stable life for his newfound son, rescued from the guts of a Hydra facility. As he struggles with unexpected fatherhood and his own circumstances, he meets someone who slowly becomes part of their lives, establishing a connection he never saw coming.

Tangled (Cecaelia!Bucky AU.) Ended

Summary: Between fear and fascination, a solitary creature struggles to protect his hidden world -and himself- after an unexpected encounter with a curious human woman makes him question everything he thought he knew about trust, danger, and boundaries.

A Star Without a Sky (Western AU.) Ended

Summary: A wounded Sheriff Barnes seeks shelter in a young widow’s home, and finds himself wrapped in a warmth he no longer believes he deserves, and longing for something he thought long buried.

The Domestic Clause (Congressman!Bucky) Ended

Summary: Bucky agrees to a discreet cleaning service to tend to his apartment while he’s away. He never expected the care of someone he’d never met to become the gentlest part of his daily life.

Prometheus (Frankenstein AU.) Ended

Summary: Forged in darkness and marked by scars, Soldat is freed by chance. Wounded and lost, he follows the hand that touched him without command.

Plump & Ripe Collection. (Chubby! Bucky)

Three Miles to Willow Street (Alpha!Lumberjack!Bucky) Ended

Summary: Three miles from town and a world away from the life she knew, she finds herself relying on a reclusive stranger whose measured distance and iron self-control may not be enough to resist the pull he feels toward her.

The Fifth Kennel (dog-hybrid!Bucky AU) Ended

Summary: She brings home a cynical hybrid no one wanted: a missing limb, a brutal past, and zero interest in making things easy. He didn't ask to be rescued, doesn't want her pity or her stubborn refusal to back down. What begins as an act of conscience becomes a tense dance of boundaries, old instincts, and... unexpected connection.

2A&3B Collection (slice of life) Ongoing

Summary: Bucky is free, depressed, and has no idea what to do with himself. Post-Endgame slice of life oneshots, where his upstairs neighbor keeps showing up at the right -or wrong- times. He's not sure which.

SoftDark! AU (SoftDark! Winter Soldier) Ended

Soldat gets kindness for the first time since it can remember, and it deals with it the best way it can.

Crumb by Crumb (Chubby! Baker! Bucky) Ended

Summary: A fresh start in a small town brings her to a quiet bakery and a man who's built his life around routine and distance. Bucky Barnes doesn't do charm, and certainly doesn't do people, but small towns have a way of pulling strangers into orbit, and something neither of them planned for begins to bloom.

Against Protocol (handler!Reader) Ongoing

Summary: A handler, her Asset, small mercies, and all the lines they shouldn't cross... but do.

Wanted (Western AU) Ended

Summary: She came to White Creek for a teaching position that didn't exist. He needed a wife but never expected to find one like this.

Brown Sugar and Gunmetal (ABO AU) Ended

Summary: Who would have thought that an inconspicuous vent in a bakery alley would be what brought them together: the omega who never felt right with any alpha, and the asset who wasn't supposed to want at all.

Knight of Briars (Time travel AU) Ongoing

Summary: A knight from another century crashes -literally- into a florist’s life and turns her world upside down.

Oneshots:

The Weight of Choices (Slight angst. Smut.)

Summary: Torn between his instinct to protect his family and his desire to be a part of their lives, Bucky tries to deal with the reality of his ex-wife going on a date while he stays home caring for their son.

An Unfinished Goodbye (Slight Angst. Side-story of The Weight of Choices.)

Summary: Bucky tells himself he’s only watching over his ex-wife and son for their safety. But when someone threatens to alter the status quo, his quiet vigilance falters.

What If?... (Fluff. Smut.)

Summary: Bucky navigates his insecurities and guilt from his past as he grows closer to his new neighbor, a nurse.

The Memory Remains (Fluff. Smut.)

Summary: An unexpected encounter brings Bucky face-to-face with someone from his past, stirring memories he thought were long buried.

Wounds and Walls (Slight angst. Smut.)

Summary: Bucky starts to walk into his new civilian life but struggles with his painful past, while slowly building a connection with someone who sees through his walls. As the relationship deepens, he must decide if he’s ready for something more, or if he’ll hide and push it all away.

Crumbs of Connection (Fluff.)

Summary: When Bucky wanders into a quirky late-night bakery, he doesn’t expect the warmhearted owner to challenge his defenses.

Spells and Fangs (World of Warcraft AU)

Summary: Bucky, a grumpy worgen warrior, and his sharp-tongued mage partner are sent on a relatively simple quest that quickly spirals into chaos.

A Heart in Hiding (Angst-Hurt/Comfort)

Summary: Caught between the shadows of his past and an unexpected connection, Bucky wrestles with his demons and his growing feelings for a new Avenger.

To Mend a Soldier (Slight angst. Comfort. Fluff.)

Summary: Pressed by a worried Sam, Bucky reluctantly agrees to try an alternative -and, if you ask him, weird- therapy program: rent-a-mom. What starts as an obligation soon turns into something far more meaningful than he ever expected.

The First Star (Slight angst. Comfort. Fluff.)

Summary: Christmas has never been easy for Bucky. But this year, he's trying. When she notices his minimal attempt at holiday cheer, she brings something to make him smile. It's a small gesture, nothing grand. But for someone who has so little, sometimes small is everything. Extra-story for To Mend a Soldier

Terms of Attraction (CEO AU. Fluff. Sexual Tension.)

Summary: Long hours, sharp tongues, and unbreakable trust have defined Industrial Inputs CEO Bucky Barnes and his secretary’s dynamic, always walking a fine line. But some lines aren’t meant to be left uncrossed.

Built to Last (Fluff)

Summary: Bucky took up carpentry to keep himself busy, but didn't expect a hardware clerk to make him want more.

Behind Closed Doors (Slight angst. Mommy Kink)

Summary: Most days, Bucky is a functional, dependable, and even deadly man. Others, when the noise in his head gets too loud, behind closed doors, he becomes Jamie.

The Trouble With Saturdays (Mutual Pining. Fluff)

Summary: Life at the Thunderbolts Tower is loud, chaotic, and full of questionable moral choices. Bucky’s used to keeping to himself, until one night, after one of those questionable moral choices was made, the guys got him high.

The Trouble With Feelings (Mutual Pining. Fluff)

Summary: Bucky wakes up with a hangover and a flood of regrets. Avoidance, assumptions, and one gala set the stage for everything to finally reach the surface.

Christmas Cheers (Smut)

Summary: Who would have thought that Santa helpers were real, not so little, and had a big appetite?

Soft-dark! Bucky (Stalking)

Summary: You think Bucky Barnes is just the quiet tenant from down the street, the one with the terrible apartment and a growing list of repairs. Bucky thinks you are the first good thing the world has put within reach in seventy years. And he has spent far too long with empty hands not to reach back.

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Even with a paper map, it’s too dark to read the tiny lines and letters. You pull over to turn on the cabin light and pore over the unfamiliar roads and ways and points. It’s not any help when you lost yourself an hour ago. The signs out here don’t have the same reflective coating as the main highways and are often hidden behind overgrown leaves.

You sigh and squint closer, hoping that you miraculously find yourself in the print. You fold it up haphazardly and drop it in the passenger seat, next to the empty bottle of water and wrappers. It’s not like you want to get where you’re going. Family reunions aren’t always happy reconciliations.

All you can do is keep driving and hope for a beacon of life. You grip the wheel tight as you roll steady but cautiously down the dusty backroad. Your intent to avoid the chaos of busy highways has backfired. You were prepared for a few extra hours of driving but not for the intense void of the country night.

Ahead, you spot a dull glow. You can’t quite make it out until you’re nearly right beside it. You stop and blink at the lit sign of the bar. Only two of the bulbs on the moniker flicker and shadows flood the lot outside the grim windows.

You pull in. If there’s life inside, they have to at least know where you are. You run your hands over your head and exhale out your anxiety. You shut the engine off and grab the map. As you get out, you tuck your keys in your pocket. It’s only then, you notice the line of motorcycles propped up closer to the walls.

You sniff as your soles crunch over the gravel. As you near the door, it opens from the other side. A man stumbles out, barely missing you as you catch the door and sidestep him. He grumbles and struggles to catch a flame on his lighter as he clamps a cigarette between his lips.

You slide inside before he can notice you. Inside, the low drone of classic rock wafts in the air and the clack of pool balls bounce. Glasses clink and bottles thump onto the bar. You glance around at the leather vests and tattooed arms. Oh boy.

You clear your throat and unfold the map as you approach the bar, using the paper to calm yourself. You look at the bar tender on the other side, a grey handlebar drooping around his lips. You lay down the map.

“Hi, er…” you pause and resist the urge to glance around a second time. “I was hoping you could help me out with some direction… please.”

You try not to let your paranoia get the best of you. Besides, you’re not some Cali blond or college girl waltzing in. You’re a grown woman with time creased in her forehead and nestled above her jeans. Your faded denim and loose tea suggest soccer mom more than bombshell.

The bartender scowls and leans in. He curls his lip as he eyes the map. You shift uneasily.

“Goin’ north or south?”

“South,” you answer. “Just trying to find my way back to the highway.”

“Quite the detour,” he growls.

“Right. Well, I’d appreciate it if you could send me off in the right direction or even help me backtrack. I just need to know where I am.”

He lifts his head and his eyes flit side to side. His lips slant. “You’re in the wrong place, honey.”

A chill runs up your spine as you sense a presence behind you. You turn and face a man glaring you down. You swallow tightly. His head is shaved, he has a thick goatee, and deep blue eyes. He wears a faded leather vest over a sleeveless flannel with the top three buttons undone, exposing tattoos over his chest, neck, and arms.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He puts his hands on his hips. A rabble of men chuckle as they watch. “Looking for a hotel? I got somewhere you can sleep.”

You stiffen and feel along the hem of your shirt. Shit. You push two fingers into your pocket, feeling your keys. They’re sharp enough… you just need to move fast.

“Now, you don’t want to be reaching like that,” he warns as he steps closer.

“I’m just looking to go. I’m passing through. That’s it.” You say.

It’s then that you realise the stillness of the place. The music is gone and everyone sits, unmoving, intent on you and that man.

“If you want to leave, go ahead and see how far you get.” He crosses his arms, his shoulders bulging.

You stare at him. Your chest flutters and your fingers tingle coldly. Adrenaline flows through you as your heart hammers.

He smirks and leans in. “Trust me, I’m the nicest guy in the place so be happy it’s not these other bastards in your face.”

Your lip quivers. “Please… I just want to go.”

He snickers and steps closer. He uncrosses his arms and puts his hands on your sides. You latch onto his wrists and squirm.

Chris didn’t want you drinking too much tonight. As much as he loved hearing how much you wanted his big dick after you had a few shots, he preferred having you when your head was clear. He wanted to make your head spin from the orgasms he gave you, not because of the liquor in your veins. He wouldn’t argue if you wanted him to do a body shot off you. 

The last time that happened he almost took you right there on the table.

“Want you in my mouth,” you whispered in his ear, cupping him through his jeans while he nursed his drink. “Please, fuck my mouth before you fuck my pussy.”

It wasn’t long before he had you in the bedroom, his jeans and underwear shoved down and you on your knees. You smiled so sweetly as you planted kisses on his thighs, but you both knew you were a dirty girl. His dirty girl. No one else would have you like this.

He tapped his cock against your cheek. “Open up, baby… nice and wide.”

“Can I open myself up with my fingers while you fuck my throat?” you asked, kissing the weeping tip. “I won’t come unless you say so.”

Fuck, he loved you.

“Gonna clean those fingers off after you clean off my cock,” he said, groaning when you opened your mouth wide for him. He slid across your tongue and shuddered when you moaned. “Really do look pretty when you take my cock.”

He wanted tears streaming down your cheeks so he could kiss them away. He wanted to lick the taste of himself from your mouth when you were done. And he wanted to give you at least two orgasms before you passed out.

But first he had to fuck your throat.

Not enough love for this man. Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

"You can have her as payment!" Your boyfriend pleads, nose bloody. "You can do anything to her!"

You stand in the corner of the room, aghast at the sight and the promises your boyfriend - or you should say ex - makes about you.

He owed money to a biker gang. Typical. You didn't realise you were dating a moron. Again. But this moron had done something unheard of, unspeakable, in fact.

Unable to pay what he owed with interest, he'd brought you with him to the biker's garage under the guise of hoping a "pretty face would make them more sympathetic."

You didn't realise that the moment he'd be punched - repeatedly - by the lower ranked members that he'd so willingly offer you as a trade. Now, you felt like a fool.

"Ya hear that, Curtis?" Chris, one of the two leaders with bright blue eyes and a trimmed beard, asks his co-leader Curtis; a surly man with a thick, dark beard with piercing cold blue eyes who looks as fierce as he is imposing. Chris leans back in his chair, blowing cigarette smoke into the air as he looks to his friend. "He said anything."

Curtis' eyes don't leave your ex- boyfriend, and you watch him shift uncomfortably under Curtis' gaze.

"Yeah, I heard."

Chris sits upright with a sigh and looks at you. His eyes roam over you, lingering at your thighs and hips, then your chest, then your face. You want to take a step back his gaze is so intense but there's nowhere for you to go.

He stamps out his cigarette and holds out a ringed hand beckoning you closer. "Come here, honey."

You really don't want to but you step forward out of sheer terror, shrinking in on yourself slightly and looking at the floor. You want to cry but no tears form and you slip your palm into Chris' outstretched one. Everyone's eyes are on you, and you suppress a shiver as Chris' cool rings touch your skin and he pulls your hand to his lips, kissing it gently as he watches your expression change from fearful to nervous.

"Aren't you just the prettiest thing." His eyes are softer than Curtis' but no less intense and he smiles up at you reassuringly. "We'll treat ya better than that prick. Promise."

Chris and Curtis stand in unison, Chris grasping your hand tight as Curtis jerks his head to the two men keeping your ex in place.

"Take him out back. I don't care what you do to him but keep him alive." Curtis grunts and you watch soundlessly as your ex is dragged from the room by his hair before you follow behind Curtis with Chris by your side, still holding your hand.

"We'll show you the bikes, hon." Chris says sweetly, guiding you through the garage until you come to a plethora of bikes. Two that stand out most are pale blue and fire engine red bikes that sit at the forefront of the rest.

They're tall bikes, with leather seats but the blue one has wider handle bars for someone with broader shoulders. You don't need to know whose bikes it is you're looking at.

"Why don't you try one?" Chris suggests and you laugh nervously.

"They're twice my size. I couldn't even get my leg over it." You tell him with a shake of your head.

Chris snorts. "You're gonna have to get used to things twice your size."

You shuffle your legs, squeezing your thighs together as you blush and catch Chris looking over at Curtis with a small smile.

"Besides we can lift you onto it."

"O-okay." You mutter quietly.

As soon as the words leave your mouth your feet are off the floor and Curtis' gruff voice fills your ears. "Which bike sweetheart?"

"Th-the clos-closest!" You squeak, gasping when your warm cunt presses against the cool leather of the seat, the skirt of your dress billowing around your legs.

The closest bike happened to be the red one and you thought you were imagining Chris looking a little smug. Both men stand either side of you on the bike; Curtis on your right, Chris on your left.

"Alright..." You can feel heat crawling all over you as you're watched intensely; Chris' hand on your tailbone, Curtis' palm between your shoulder blades both of them keeping you steady. "Now what?"

"Lean forward," Curtis instructs, pushing you forward lightly until you're cheek presses against the freezing metal of the gas tank.

You glance up at Curtis, eyes wide and lips pouty, knowing that something was about to happen with the two of them but you can't bring yourself to fight it. You were angry at your ex, sure, but there was also something incredibly alluring about the two men either side of you that made you want them to take you apart.

"Chris was right," Curtis smiles down at you, running a thumb across your bottom lip. "You are a pretty thing."

You mumble a thanks and Chris let's out a breathy sigh and tells you to throw your leg over the bike towards him. You do as instructed and swing your leg around but their hands keep your torso in place across the bike. You yelp when you feel your dress bunch up over your waist and a warm palm against your ass.

"Fuck." Chris breathes, a large hand groping one of your lace clad cheeks. "Lace? Really sweetheart? Tryna kill us."

Curtis crouches down so that he's eye-level with your face and peeks up at Chris, his thumb tracing over your cheek. "What colour?"

"White." Chris snorts from behind you and you can feel your face heat with embarassment as his fingers trace the curve of lace that disappears between your thighs. "Real cute."

You press your lips together when a whimper threatens to escape as Curtis groans in response to Chris' observations. Curtis' blue eyes meet yours and you want to shrink back from the intensity but instead wiggle your hips on the motorbike seat, spreading your legs a little wider for Chris.

"You gonna be good for us?" Curtis murmurs, leaning closer to your face. His breath is hot against your lips, a kiss tantalisingly close, but your answer is a gasp as Chris' fingers dip under your lacy underwear and drag along your damp slit and plunge into your cunt without warning.

"You gonna let us take care of you, sweetheart?" Curtis presses, his nose gently bumping yours as Chris' fingers pump in and out of your tight hole and you're left gasping for air.

"Christ, your cunt's so tight." Chris moans, dragging his sticky fingers out slowly, flexing them to watch your hole squeeze against them. "Did your boyfriend never fuck you properly? You're gonna strangle our cocks."

You mewl then hiccup a breath, allowing Curtis to slip his thumb into your mouth and press down onto your tongue. His thumb-pad tastes like tobacco and grease and your face scrunches as you go to move away but Curtis' fingers under your chin to make you stay put.

"Ah, ah, ah," Curtis taunts. "Answer first. You can still speak right? We haven't made you cum yet."

"I -" You begin shakily around his thumb, feeling Chris' fingers retreat entirely from your pussy. You almost want to whine from the loss. Anger at your now ex spills over into eager compliance and you shake your head. "No. He didn't."

Curtis removes his thumb and grins at you, smearing grease and saliva across your cheek. "Thought so. Y'hear that, Chris?"

"I did. Man, he did not deserve this." Chris sighs, dragging his fingers from you slowly.

You shriek with surprise when you feel cool spit land on your folds, soon followed by a low moan when Chris smears his spit all the way to your clit with skilled fingers.

"Fuck, this pretty pussy'll get ruined." Chris half scoffs, teasing your clit with his index finger. Your cheeks burn as you try and stifle whimpers of pleasure, your legs twitching over the other side of the bike. "We're gonna break you and put you back together again, sweetheart."

You try to glower, emphasis on try, but Chris' fingers pinch at your clit gently to coax free the moans you were keeping from them, making Curtis chuckle.

"There we go," Chris sighs as his fingers slip back into your pussy, curling onto that spongy spot your ex-boyfriend could never quite find. "That fuck-wit that gave you to us never could make you feel this way, huh?"

Heat spreads everywhere. To your cheeks with embarassment of the truth and straight to your pussy at Chris' comments.

"You can keep pretending you hate us, but I see it in your eyes. You’re ours—even if you won’t admit it yet." Curtis states firmly, at your pussy clenches around Chris' fingers. They're moving faster now, and you can hear the beginnings of soft splashes of your cum against your thighs.

You're going to cum over Chris' fingers and you can't stop it.

All sound is muffled as your eyes roll back on the summit of your orgasm, so you miss the sound of zippers and belts clanking to the floor. Curtis grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls your head up to meet his hard cock, tapping it against your lips and smearing pre-cum against them with a smug smile until you open your mouth with a gasp when Chris' fingers retreat; leaving your cunt hollow and empty, and you desperate to cum.

Curtis bullies his cock into your mouth but not so far that you gag. He allows you to adjust, waiting patiently, watching your glassy eyes decide whether to be an active participant or a fuck-doll for the two large men either side of you. When your tongue presses against a vein on the underside of his cock, Curtis' tight grip on your hair loosens and he rocks back slightly, letting you catch some air before slowly moving in and out of your mouth.

Chris groans at the sight of you, bent over his bike, wet and ready, sucking his best friend's cock willingly.

"Gonna fuckin' kill me." He huffs, placing a large hand on the small of your back. You shiver and yelp as the cool of Chris' rings touch your skin and the two men chuckle.

"So jumpy. Maybe we should call you bunny instead?" Curtis' other hand drops down to your neck. You panic for a moment, thinking he may try to choke you but his hand gently cups your chin to support your throat. He curses when he feels the slide of his cock against his hand. "So perfect. Can't wait to try your pussy too."

Your legs kick involuntarily at the idea and you can feel yourself blushing again. A moan from your own throat surprises you when Chris' rubs his cock along your folds before pushing into your dripping cunt. He bottoms out easier than the three of you expect and Curtis huffs a grin when you and Chris groan.

"Fuckin' filthy girl." Chris breathes, both hands now gripping at your hips. "Perfect fuckin' fit."

Your moan is muffled around Curtis' cock and the drag of Chris' makes your eyes roll, your pussy clamping down to milk the orgasm Chris' fingers had promised you. Your fingers tear at the leather seat of the bike, leaving tiny half-moon indents from your fingernails, as Chris' hips snap against yours and you choke on Curtis' cock. The bike wobbles with each thrust but is strong enough to take the weight of you plus the slams of Chris' cock repeatedly filling you to the brim.

Your moans become more desperate and strangled as your orgasm begins to build itself to a peak again. The hand Curtis had knotted in your hair strokes your scalp, soothing and gentle as he starts to rock his hips into your face.

"That's it baby, you're doing such a good job." Curtis praises as you gag around him, throat constricting as wildly as your cunt around Chris - who moans a curse and grabs a handful of your ass so hard you whimper.

"Taking us like a fuckin' pro." Chris coos tauntingly from behind you. "And this ass is to die for."

You yelp away from Curtis when a harsh smack lands against you left ass cheek. It stings but Chris is still pumping you so good you're breathless. However, you half-shriek in surprise when you feel cold spit land on your tightest hole. You wriggle forward, gagging on Curtis as panic surges but Chris yanks you back by the hips, rutting into you again.

"Oh no you don't sweetness," Curtis rumbles. "No running away now."

"I bet this ass has never been touched huh, sweetness?" Chris taunts, swirling his thumb around your tightest hole, massaging his spit into your skin and you whine around Curtis' cock.

Curtis pulls his cock from your mouth, pumping it right in front of your face as he forces your half-lidded gaze up to his. "Answer him, bunny. Tell us the truth."

"N-no." You gasp hurriedly. "I've... I've never-"

"Oh fuck - but I can feel that you want to." Chris chuckles with vicious delight. "Your pussy tightens at the thought and you're practically sucking my thumb right in."

"Really?" Curtis puffs at Chris with a smile and seeing the other man nod, he groans. "You're gonna be a fucking delight to keep around, bunny."

Keep around? You thought you were just going to be used for payment; clearly they had other plans.

"Shit. I'm gonna cum." Chris heaves, choking on a breath as he coats your insides and his hips stutter to a halt.

"Fuck - me too." Curtis grunts before pulling himself from your mouth and holding your hair as he pumps himself, ropes of hot cum painting your face.

You struggle to catch your breath, half slumped looking at Curtis' boots. You can feel Curtis' cum running down your face and Chris' between your thighs, cooling sticky against your hot skin. You peek your eyes up at Curtis who drags a microfiber cloth that stinks of some cleaning chemical over your face to clean you up, crouching down to make sure you're looking at him when he does.

"You're ours now," He says firmly, holding your chin. "Say it."

You dont see much point in arguing, opting for a quiet and meek, "'M yours."

Chris gropes at your ass and you squeak. "Good girl."

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