#cherri x reader

[tayraedoll]

Could you do a nsfw writing of a Male Reader x Cherri Bomb please im super obsessed with her and most writers in this Fandom i rarely see fics of her and I'd love to see one

Thank you for the ask Anon! I have never written for Cherri Bomb before so hopefully I do her some justice.

MDNI 18+

"Heh! Read 'em and weep boys!" Cherri Bomb laid her cards out, a Full House, a hand just strong enough to win the game. Groans chorused around the table as the losers paid their dues. You placed your money on the table, "Great game Cherri, but I will be gunning for you next time."

"Hell yea, I could use the challenge! Where's the fun in creaming you losers all the time?", the female cyclops cackled. Just as you were turning towards the door to make your exit, Cherri called out "Hang on, why don't we have another game? Just you and me." You turn back to the woman to find her shuffling her cards, a mischievous grin spread across her face. Damn, her smile was so gorgeous...

You clear your throat to distract from the butterflies in your stomach, "Sure!" You take the seat opposite her and wait for her to be done shuffling. The woman looks you up and down, the predatory glint in her eye reminding you of a lioness. "We are going to play strip poker," she states matter-of-factly, leaving no room for argument ,"whoever has the worst hand has to remove an article of clothing. Oh, and don't try to get funny with me- shoes and socks don't count."

You froze, a faint blush spreading across your cheeks. The logical part of your mind told you that she was only doing this to embarrass you, she'll probably grab your clothes and run so you have to streak across Pentagram City just for her own shits and giggles. But the stupid part of your brain won out- maybe you'll get to see her tits! You smile back at the pyromaniac, "You're on!"

Cherri deals out the first hand; scanning your hand quickly, you have Four of A Kind of Aces. You have to stifle a grin, that's the best hand you have had all night. Laying your hand on the table, you see Cherri had a Straight- you won!

"Aww beginner's luck!", the she-demon whined, but with the impish grin still brightening her face. Slowly, most definitely a purposefully teasing pace, she removed her shirt. You mapped the freckles that spread across her shoulders, arms, and chest like constellations; forcing your eyes away from the nearly scandalous amount of cleavage her bra revealed. You grabbed the cards, "My turn!" and dealt the next hand.

Fuck- you had jack shit for a hand this time around. "Ha! Drop the shirt now Dickhead", Cherri's smirk widened. You hands fumbled with the hem a bit; sure, you had been shirtless plenty of times before, but this felt different, this felt charged the way the atmosphere feels right before lightning strikes. "Not bad", Cherri hummed as she appraised your topless body.

You won the next round, and your breath caught in your throat as the she-demon shed her tights leaving her in just her bra and panties. Your heart thumped wildly in your chest, if you won the next round your damnation-long crush would be topless. The very thought of actually seeing what you had imagined so often had sweat collecting on your brow. With lumbering hands, you set your cards down on the table.

Jack-Fucking-Pot!!

A Royal Flush. For the first time in your entire existence, both Earth and Hell-bound, you believed there was a God.

"Well, well- I guess we just needed to spice up the prize a bit to get you to finally play to win huh?" Before you could retort her statement, the bombshell slowly slid the one strap of her bra down the length of her arm. Your face felt like it was on fire, but you couldn't bring yourself to hide it as the seductress before you removed her bra completely and crossed her arms, popping her already ample breasts out even more. "Well, what do you want to do now Homeboy?", she quirked a brow in your direction.

Your own brows furrowed, your mouth opening but no sound came out as you wondered what the vixen meant. A melodic giggle escaped her lips, her slender arms encircling your torso as she presses against you. "Don't worry, I like the quiet ones", she leans up and whispers in your ear as her finger caresses your jawline delicately. A shiver shoots up your spine as her voice dips lower, desire dripping from each syllable. She laces a hand with yours and tugs gently, leading you over to the couch across the room. Before you can react, both her hands are on your chest and she pushes you down onto the sofa with a stern command, "Sit!"

The blonde clambers into your lap, your hands instinctively latch onto her hips to keep her steady as she leans in, "This is how this is gonna work: I'm in charge here, you will be a good boy and listen to everything I say. Understood?"

You nod enthusiastically, a husky "Yes ma'am!" rolling off your tongue. Cherri hums in approval at your submission, "Good boy." The words go straight to your dick, your pants feeling snug against your growing erection. "Play with my tits", demanded the succubus, you were all too eager to please as your hands flew up to begin fondling her chest. Your thumb swiped circles around her right nipple as you kneaded the left breast; you lean in to capture her lips with yours but she quickly places her hand on your chest to push you back, "No kissing, sorry, but it's too personal Mate." You nod, trying to tamper down your disappointment, the cyclops eases the sting of her words with a roll of her hips that brushes just right against your cock causing a soft moan to escape your lips. You go back to the task at hand and capture a perky nipple in your mouth, rolling it with your tongue. The gasp you earn spurs you on and you suck with fervor, alternating your mouth between her two mounds.

Cherri twists her hands into your hair and pulls you away from her chest, "Don't fill up on sweets hun, now it's time for the main course." You watch with eyes wide as saucers as the temptress stands and removes her panties before she plops down on the seat next to you. She angles her body so her back is against the armrest and her one leg dangles over the edge of the cushion, giving you an unobstructed view of her core already glistening from how you lavished her breasts. "Well? What are you waiting for, aren't you hungry?" You were, oh you were absolutely famished, starving for this very moment that you thought would never come. Without a moment of hesitation, you dove right on in.

Your hands started at her ankles, followed closely by your lips. Her skin was soft as silk and heated to the touch, a delicate aroma of gunpowder and roses wafted around her being. You peppered light kisses along your path up her shin, over her knee, and finally up her thigh. The little whimpers and mewls that escaped the bombshell's lips were music to your ears, spurring you on as your lips drug higher up her leg causing your pants to get impossibly tighter around your erection.

When your finally made it to the apex of the she-demons thighs, your eyes snapped to hers; once she made eye contact you swiftly swiped your nose through her sopping folds, groaning at the scent of her. Your tongue darted out and started making tight circles around her bundle of nerves which earned you a gasp as her back arched off the bed. Her fingers tangled in your hair once again as she started to grind her core into your face, soaking your nose, lips, and chin in her juices. "That's it, such a good boy, letting me use your face for my pleasure."

You paid attention to the way her cries of pleasure seemed to plateau, her body needing more to fully get off. Dipping one inquisitive finger inside her, you felt her gummy walls give way to your intrusion. You took some time to explore until you found that squishy spot that had her gasping; once you found it, you made sure to add a second finger and crook them just right to elicit a high-pitched keen from the woman.

With your tongue and fingers working in tandem, you felt Cherri's walls begin to flutter and clench, the moans blessing your ears like siren song becoming wilder and more desperate. From your angle on the couch, you could just rub your crotch along the seam of the cushion below you. It may not have been much, but it provided the friction you needed; soon, your own whines and groans of pleasure mingled with Cherri's as you both raced towards your respective finish lines.

One sharp suck on her clit with a well-placed twist of your fingers had the blonde coming undone for you, her pussy clenching hard around your digits. It was all you needed to find your own release, hot cum messing your pants but you could not bring yourself to care at the moment. All that mattered was riding out the high of your orgasm with the most incredible woman in all of Hell.

After you both had caught your breath, Cherri's laughter rang out. You looked up at her in confusion, wondering what was so funny. "Boy, if I had known what I was missing out on, I would have suckered you into bed a long time ago." You cocked your head to the side, what did she mean by 'sucker you into bed'?

Unbeknownst to you, Cherri had this all planned out and threw those poker hands on purpose to get you here.

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Replacement Kisses

Summary: Cherri is never anything less than the life of the party, eager to partake in whatever liquor is flowing and what drugs are offered. Clinging to anything that made her feel alive, Cherri was eager to dive head first into the New Years party and in the process, found herself diving head first into you.

Cherri danced, eager to feel the music mingle with the drugs and booze she had swallowed down, desperate to feel anything of note. Hell had a habit of making one feel numb, and with each year that passed, it took more and more to feel alive, even for a short heartbeat of time.

That was what Cherri chased, the feeling of being alive. It was what she always craved. She chased that feeling in life too, not really knowing how good she had it at the time until she blew everything she had apart, including herself. 

She’d give anything to go back in time, back to who she had been, when she felt alive… until she wasn’t. 

Cherri had caught your eye from across the club early on. She drew you to her like the moth you were to her flickering flame. You, like so many others, presented yourself to her, asking for a dance and hoping for oh so much more. 

There were few that were turned down, but that didn’t make you feel any less special when she let you wrap your arms around her, bodies moving together to the beat of the music. The heavy beat of the music pounded through your blood, driving you further. Sweat rolled down your neck and back as one dance bled into the next. 

“You’re not a bad party partner,” Cherri yelled at you, wrapping her arms around you. The soft swells of her considerable breasts pressed against your chest. Her breath washed over you as you pulled her closer, trying to close a distance that didn’t exist between you. Hips ground against hips as you moved together. 

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you said, face heating against your best effort to play it cool. “You got a partner for your next party?” 

“Why?” She laughed as the last minute to midnight counted down the seconds. “You interested in filling the role?” 

“And what if I am?” you teased back as the final ten second countdown began, each second counted down by many drunk voices rising together. 

“I’d have to give you a few tests.” 

“Really?” It was your turn to laugh. “What kind of tests?”

“How good can you kiss?” She leaned into you, walking her fingers up your chest as the last few seconds counted down. 

“You’re about to find out,” you said, swallowing the lump in your throat as you crashed your lips into hers. Fingers wrapped around her neck as you pulled her tighter to you, holding her as if she would run away if your grip faltered. 

With your eyes closed, you kissed her as if this kiss could make or break your afterlife. 

What you didn’t see was her eye, not quite closed, looking longingly over at the bar. 

You may have been the party partner for the night, perhaps for the next party even, but it surprised Cherri to see her rival sitting with someone balanced on his tail, kissing them eagerly. A twinge of jealousy stabbed into her, threatening to taint the first few moments of the new year. 

“Happy New Year!” The bar erupted into cheers. You planted one last soft kiss against her lips before pulling back, smiling softly at her. 

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[hellofanimagination]

Hi! 😊 Could you write some hc about dating Cherri Cola? Thanks! Have a wonderful day ✨

1) Cherri likes to write you poetry, scraps of paper left on your pillow when he leaves, scrawls in the sand that make you roll your eyes and kiss his cheek. He’s always had a way with words, even in the hardest of times. 

2) Cherri is caring, he’s like a dad to the zones, so he sometimes treats you like he has to protect you and normally that would tick you off, you’re a killjoy and can protect yourself, but with Cherri you don’t mind. He never comes off as overbearing, or like you can’t do it yourself, he just wants to help and be there for you and you love him for it

3) You don’t get many slow days but when you do you meet Cherri and spend as long as you can together. you talk about each other, bli, dreams, words, sometimes you don’t talk at all. Those are your favorite days, listening to him breath, nothing on your mind but him, watching him smile and laugh and just exist without the pressure that’s on you all. You’d give anything to give him a free life, to see him happy all the time. 

4) It’s always comforting to be with him, whether you’re fighting dracs, stargazing, or coming up with plans that will get you both killed its always nice that’s he’s there. Sometimes you trick yourself, or maybe he tricks you, into thinking nothing bad can happen when he’s around. It makes it all the more shocking, a stab to the gut, when something bad happens to him.