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Cheesecake

Summary: your older brother ate the slice of cheesecake that you were saving.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sister!Reader

You patiently wait your turn to give your brother shit for eating your cheesecake this morning. You didn’t appreciate it at all.

“What’s your question?” The moderator asked as the boys’ faces light up.

“Oh, I just wanted let Chris Evans know that I hate him,” you said without hesitation.

The moderator is shocked along with many fans. Your face isn’t really shown by Chris and most people don’t know that your his little 18 year old sister. Sebastian and Anthony are laughing hysterically.

“I said I was sorry! I’ll buy you a whole cheesecake, Y/n,” Chris said into his mic.

“Yeah, but I wanted that one. I put my name on it and you ate it like the pig you are,” you said. “The pure devastation and disappointment I had to go through to find out—.”

“I told ya I’d buy ya a whole new cake!” He exclaimed as the audience is getting a laugh out of it realizing you two know each other.

“It’s not the same if you go off and buy one. You can’t replace it like one of Ma’s vases that you broke. It’s just not how things work,” you argued.

“Amen!” Mackie said applauding you.

“Stop exposing me!” Chris said.

“You shoulda thought about it before eating my cheesecake! You wouldn’t be in this situation had you not eaten it,” you sassed.

“It was in my fridge,” he argued.

You mock him and said, “this is exactly why all family ties have been cut off. You are no longer my brother due to your rude and inconsiderate actions that had taken place this morning.”

You got him hysterically laughing and he nearly falls off the stool. Mackie saves him.

“Hey, Sebastian, you wanna be my new brother?” You asked.

“Sure,” Sebastian said grinning.

“What about me, Little Evans?” Anthony asked.

“You saved him from falling. I would’ve loved to see him fall because that gives me pure joy out of life,” you said.

Anthony shoves Chris off the chair making you laugh and thankfully your brother does end up on his feet. Chris does drop his mic. He hops off the stage and rushes to mic. You try to make a break for it but he’s quicker and he wraps his arms around you tightly.

“You turd,” Chris said.

He presses a kiss to the side of your head.

“I’ll see ya after the panel, yeah?” He asked loosening his grip.

“Yeah,” you said.

“Good. Love ya,” Chris said.

“Love ya too,” you said.

𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒖𝒔

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: “𝐇𝐈! 𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚. 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟. 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞.”

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟓𝟕𝟐

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩 (𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲), 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐛 :( 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝. 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬!

✰ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝e𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 / 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭! ✰

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“She’s only a year older than me.”

“Y/n looks like crap next to models, even around any normal person lol.”

“What does Sebastian even see in her?”

“He’s just looking for a quick fuck and if it’s someone younger than him even better.”

“She’s probably using him for fame. She isn’t even pretty.”

You sigh exiting out of your Instagram account and turning your phone off. You had spent most of the day reading all the comments on your page, you posted a picture of Sebastian and you at the endgame premiere last week, and fans weren’t all that happy.

You had met Sebastian a year ago while in Los Angeles for your birthday and the rest was history. Even after a year though many fans still sent you hate every single day, it used to be about your age considering you were 21 and Sebastian was 36. But now they were going after your appearance and it didn’t help that you were starting to believe them.

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Subspace Kitten

Note: I was struck by motivation. Bucky? subspace? aftercare? lay back and enjoy. 18+, no exceptions. feedback is and always will be appreciated!! .c

Bucky was furious. He slammed the front door to your shared apartment, not giving a shit that it was late at night and the neighbors were sleeping, and locked it. He faced the door as you anxiously stood behind him a few feet away, anticipating what was to come. 

His shoulders were tense and you could practically see his rage in his stature alone, he didn’t have to confess he was angry beyond he’s ever been. It wasn’t entirely your fault, but most of the blame was on you. You disobeyed one of his rules. And daddy doesn’t like it when his kitten disobeys his rules.

You knew that but he’s the one who ignored you all night when you just wanted his attention. He’s been on a total of twenty missions, short and long, in one month. The days grew dreary and the nights left you lonely, aching for him. All you wanted was to leave Tony’s party early and get back home so you could have him to yourself. 

The longer he made you wait, the more antsy and impatient you became. Your attitude shown through and you made one too many snarky comments during one of his conversations. It didn’t embarrass him, it wasn’t too big of a deal and the people he spoke to didn’t pay any attention, but Bucky knew…this was just the beginning of one of your bratty episodes, and he was sure to put a stop to it.

“I want you naked and waiting for me on the bed. Understood?” He ordered, his voice low and eerily calm, still facing the door. You swallowed nervously but couldn’t ignore the shiver that ran down your spine. You figured you didn’t speak soon enough because within mere seconds, Bucky turned around and stalked towards you, his metal hand squeezing your neck.

You gasped and tried to hide the smile your lips nearly displayed. “Understood?” He spoke firmly, his eyes staring into yours, the twinkle in them just begging you to disobey him one more time tonight. You nodded and gulped. “Understood, Daddy.” You whimpered, sighing when he released your neck.

Bucky stayed behind as you left to go to your bedroom, stripping along your way, dropping your clothes in a trail to let him know you’re following his instructions. You climbed on top of the bed and sat on your knees with your hands joined together on your lap. 

The anticipation was excruciating. Bucky knew that making you wait only furthered your arousal, hence making you beg for him - which he loves. He never had power or control over things, not even himself, and when you two met when you were recruited, things fell into place. From friends to lovers, to dom and sub. He had power and control over you and you drank it in with an angelic smile and devilish eyes.

He’s always gentle, except when you disobey. You trust him and he trusts you. You enjoy it when he’s rough just as much as when you two have slow and gentle sex. It’s always passionate, never faltering in it’s fire and desire for one another. 

The sound of heavy boots echoing in the hallway made you look up towards the door. Bucky appeared in the doorway and stopped there, his broad, tall body completely covering the open space. “Good, you followed orders, finally.” His tone was mocking and a bit smart ass-y. 

You stayed put, twitching in your spot as he started walking closer. As he walked, your eyes trailed along his body and you felt your pussy clench just from thinking of what he was going to do to you.

Bucky stood in front of you, his eyes on yours. The height difference resulted in his crotch being a little closer to your face. His flesh hand reached out to hold onto your cheek, his thumb caressing the skin. Before you had the chance to nuzzle into his tough and enjoy it, he slid his hand to the back of your head, gripping tightly onto your hair.

He roughly pulled your face forward so you were eye level with the large bulge in his pants. You licked your lips subconsciously and Bucky chuckled deeply above you. “Aw, kitten…” He cooed, jerking your head back, making you look up at him. You whimpered at the sting on your scalp. His grip was harsh.

“Good girls get rewarded, kitten. You disobeyed Daddy, so you get punished. That seems fair, huh?” He asked with raised eyebrows, his bright smile making your stomach flip with nervousness. You nodded. “Yes, Daddy.” You said, your thighs squeezing together. Bucky’s eyes dropped to your lap for only a second before meeting yours again. 

His hand left your hair but you stayed still. He reached for his belt and unbuckled it, he metal clinking together like music to your ears. You watched patiently, the idea that he was going to fuck your mouth made you wet. But he had different plans. “Turn around. On your knees.” He ordered, holding the belt in his hand.

You followed his orders and shakily moved onto your knees, your fingers digging into the comforter as your feet dangled off the side of the bed. Bucky hummed and suddenly you felt the stinging pain of the belt whipping your ass. “Stay quiet.” He said as he heard you gasp, a loud whine begging to escape. 

You exhaled, your chest fluttering as you fought the urge to make a noise. “Count.” He said, pulling the belt back once more. You counted as he went, your ass burning more and more with each slash of the belt. 

“T-ten!” You choked out, your arms were wobbling as you struggled to keep yourself up. Your ass was throbbing and you knew it’d be bruised tomorrow. He was whipping you harder than he has before, but you deserved it. 

Tears prickled in your eyes and Bucky continued to whip you ten more times. Your ass burned, it hurt, and you were sure you’d pass out from feeling so lightheaded if he kept going. Bucky threw the belt to the side and began undressing, you could hear his clothes shuffling behind you.

When he was done, he sat beside you and pulled you over his lap, rubbing his hand over your swollen and aching ass cheeks. “Good girl,” he cooed, but he wasn’t finished with you, you knew that. Bucky grabbed a fist full of your hair again and you felt his flesh fingers rubbing your soaking core between your legs. 

“Fuck, my little Princess is so ready for me. Isn’t she? Too bad she’s been a naughty girl.” Bucky’s voice was rough and low, taunting and dripping with domination. He wanted you to beg for him, he wanted to hear you whine and plead for him to destroy you. You whimpered as your pussy finally felt a little bit of relief. 

You wiggled your hips back and forth, pushing back against Bucky’s hand. “Ah ah, behave.” He jerked your head back and you moaned. “Remember, you’re not allowed to cum. If you do, you’ll regret it.” He growled, his mouth right at your ear. “Yes, Daddy.” You sighed, feeling his fingers rub against your entrance, gathering your wetness.

Bucky’s pinky and ring finger slid into your pussy and you gasped, your pussy clenching around them. “Mm, kitten, you’re so tight.” He mumbled, his eyes drinking in your body lying over his lap. He rubbed his middle finger and index finger over your puckered asshole, slowly entering them inside.

Before you could stretch enough to take his fingers, Bucky started pounding his fingers in and out of your holes at a fast pace, your ass jiggling and his bicep flexing from the force. “Oh, Daddy!” You squealed at the pleasure, thrashing in his lap. 

You wanted to cum so badly, your mind was becoming hazy as his fingers brought you to the edge, only his order made you stay right there, never releasing. “Daddy wants you to beg, kitten.” Bucky said, his hand leaving your hair. Your head fell forward, your breathing labored and your voice lost. 

Bucky slapped your ass and pulled his fingers out of your holes, only to shove them even harder back inside. Your body jolted against his thighs and you whimpered, your mind buzzing with the want to release. “Daddy, let me c-cum, please!” You begged, your eyes squeezing shut. 

A growl fell from his lips and he jerked you up, manhandling you. Your eyes were hooded as you looked at Bucky. H smirked at you, raising an eyebrow, as if he were testing you. He slid three fingers into your pussy this time, the stretch making you gasp. He fingered you hard and fast, while wrapping his metal hand around your neck.

Bucky brought your face close to his, your air cut off just a tad. “Oh Daddy, please, please! I want to cum!” You cried, feeling like you were going to break very soon. Bucky slowed his fingers but kept them deep inside of you, hitting that one delicious spot that made you melt in his hands. 

Your eyes rolled back and his hand squeezed your throat harder. “No.” He said, making your eyes flash open. He nearly came right then and there, you looked so worn out and he hasn’t even fucked you properly yet.

“But Daddy!” You sobbed, your eyebrows creasing together. Bucky licked a stripe up your cheek, gathering your tears on his tongue. “I said.. no.” He wasn’t letting up and you knew he could make this last all night.

After bringing you to the edge a few times, Bucky grabbed your hips and lined himself up with your pussy, sitting there. You waited for him to enter you but he watched you, waiting to see if you’d disobey by sitting on his thick cock. You knew better, so you waited. 

Your eyes met his and you grabbed his biceps, squeezing. “Daddy, I want you to fuck me, please. I need you, I need your big cock inside of me. Please, please. Daddyyyy.” You begged like a little girl, your mind started to cloud over. You weren’t sure what was happening but it’s something you’re never felt before.

Bucky moaned and he couldn’t wait any longer. He roughly sat you down on his cock, again not giving you time to adjust. He stood up with you in his arms and grabbed your hips, pulling you off his cock, only to slam you back down repeatedly. 

“You,” thrust “are not” thrust “allowed to” thrust “cum” thrust.

You screamed and your head fell backwards, your mouth hanging open. Your body was shaking from the pain mixed with pleasure. “Fuuuck!” He groaned as he hit deep and hard, your walls squeezing around him in the best way.

Bucky continued to fuck you against him while he stood there. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he slammed you down on his cock over and over, picking up speed every now and then.

“Oh, fuck yes, Daddy! Daddy, yes!” You squealed, your legs shaking around Bucky’s waist. He rest his forehead against yours and he flopped down onto his back on the bed, bending his knees and planted his feet on the mattress. You lied on his chest and he grabbed your ass for leverage, and started thrusting as fast and as hard as he could into your pussy.

You became overwhelmed with the pleasure and held your breath, your pussy throbbing and clenching, squeezing Bucky’s cock so hard he was growling in your ear at how good you felt around him. “You’re such a bad girl. I should just get myself off and punish you for a few days.” He rasped in your ear.

Your mind was elsewhere now, your vision blurry and your mouth pouring words you couldn’t understand, you just knew you wanted to cum now and Bucky wouldn’t let you because you were a bad girl earlier.

Bucky gasped as he felt himself get closer to the edge and slowed his pace, his arms wrapping around your lower back as he thrust inside of you. “Please, please, please…” You begged and cried, shaking in his arms. “I want…I want to cum, Daddy, please, let me cum…” Bucky shuddered beneath you and he growled in pleasure, flipping you over onto your back and pinning you beneath him. 

“You were such a bad little girl, kitten. I don’t think you deserve to cum.” He said with a wicked smile. He stopped and rest his cock inside of you, your pussy full and throbbing. Tears fell from your eyes again and Bucky noticed you didn’t look all there, but he figured you were so ready to cum, you were going to do it anyways.

So he started fucking you again roughly, this time reaching so deep, your back arched off the bed and you screamed, a cry breaking through your mouth and piercing his ears. “Cum, kitten! Fucking cum!” He strained, feeling himself come close to the edge. You did as you were told and came so hard, your mind went blank. 

Bucky continued to fuck you both through your orgasms and you whimpered, begging him to keep going, to let you cum again, to let him forgive you. “I’m a good girl, Daddy. I-I promise, just let me cum. Let me cum. I’m sorry.” Your eyes were searching for his and Bucky was breathing heavily as he looked into your eyes. 

He stopped moving and watched you closely. “Please, Daddy. Please… I’m not gonna disobey again, I..” You were out of breath and pulled Bucky closer, your lips trembling as you cried softly. You looked…younger, innocent, like you were in trouble. You were, but this was different.

Your eyes were rolling into the back of your head, struggling with the overwhelming sense of pleasure. Bucky swallowed and wiped your tear stained cheeks. “Hey…hey..” Bucky said softly, his whole demeanor changing. “Kitten, it’s okay. You finished for Daddy, you’re okay.” His rubbed your cheek and you didn’t nuzzle into it like you usually do. 

“Daddy…Daddy..I’m a good girl. I won’t disobey you again. I’m a good girl, right?” You questioned, your mind still cloudy and your mouth repeating itself. Bucky kissed your forehead and realized he fucked you into subspace. It’s never happened before and he wasn’t sure what to do. 

“Baby, I’m Bucky now. You’re my precious, sweet little Y/N. I’m not mad at you.” He kissed your neck, your collarbones, moving up to your cheeks. You hummed and closed your eyes. “Daddy, I’m a good girl.” Bucky nodded and rubbed your sides. “You are a good girl. I need you to come back to me, alright?” He ordered gently, his heart beating wildly in his chest. 

He knew he was being rough but he didn’t know he was being that rough. He knew you felt good and he had your consent, he was just worried you wouldn’t come back down from this ecstasy high in subspace. 

Bucky ran his fingers through your hair and kissed your lips, feeling you react lazily. You pouted and whined, your chest heaving. “But I’m right here, Daddy.” You looked at him curiously. He smiled uneasily. “Y/N, come back to me. please. Come on…” He urged, his hands gentle on your skin. 

He pulled his softened cock out of you and you whined, missing the feeling of being full. Bucky sat you up and kissed your forehead. He grabbed the water bottle you left on the bedside table earlier that day and pulled your chin, opening your mouth. “Drink this, baby..” You nodded and did as he said, not realizing how thirsty you really were.

“Better?” He asked, smiling at you. “Daddy, I’m sorry.” You pouted, still in subspace, which frightened Bucky. “Doll, I’m Bucky now. Come on, you need to lie down, okay?” You nodded your head and pushed your bottom lip out. “Cuddle me, Daddy. Cuddle.” You made grabby hands at Bucky and he sat up against the headboard, pulling the blankets around you both after you sat in his lap.

Bucky rubbed your back as you rest your head on his shoulder, your face in the crook of his neck. “You’re such a good girl, you know that? I love you so much.” He whispered, playing with your hair. You hummed in appreciation, too drained to reply. 

You felt yourself slowly coming down and sighed contently, opening your eyes. Bucky’s soft touches and soothing voice made you aware of what was going on now. “I love you too, Bucky.” You whispered, lifting up to kiss his cheek. Bucky looked at you in surprise and held your cheeks in his hands, looking into your eyes. 

“Y/N.. You such a good job.” He praised you, pulling you in for a kiss. You smiled against his lips, moving closer to him. “That was good, really good.” You sighed, biting his bottom lip. Bucky chuckled and hugged you close. “Sorry if I was too rough. Thought I lost you for good for a moment.” He looked down at you with a worried smile. 

You realized what must’ve happened. “I’ve never felt like that before.” You said, trailing your hand along his chest. Bucky wanted to explore it a bit more, he was afraid to admit it excited him, fucking you into subspace. But he knew tonight, you both had enough. 

“Let’s get some rest, Doll.” You both got into a spooning position, holding each other close, falling into a peaceful sleep.

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Honestly shame on anyone who has sent hate or said shit about @faithshouseofchaos

The fact that this sport was full of enough toxic masculinity before more women started getting into motorsports and then we finally do and find our space and were chased out and ridiculed by toxic “fans.”

Let me tell you one thing, you are not fans and you should be ashamed of yourselves to call yourself one if this is how you treat other fans in this space let alone if this is how you’re treating another human being.

Take that insecurity and take that toxicity and shove it up your ass and leave people alone if you’ve got nothing better to do with your time.

Sincerely ~nurse-sainz

okay but promiscuous! bubblegum bitch! student reader that’s trying to get one over on dilf! professor! Chris so while she’s meeting w him about school work during both lunch periods, he catches some runny pasta sauce from her mouth and instead of allowing him to clean it with his napkin, she just pops his thumb right in her mouth and sucks. full eye contact, innocent looking, running her tongue in circles around the digit, before kissing it when she’s done. yeah... he’s done for.

Ѽ spooktober day 6 Ѽ

this thought now lives rent free in my head...genie you genius

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: heavy daddy kink, age-gap

strutting into his office, skirt short and button of your blouse undone as you kick his door shut with your heel

“hello, professor.” you say, nearly giggling as you make yourself at home on top of his desk as he puts away a few papers he’s been marking

“what’s on the menu today?” he asks with a smirk, folding his thick arms over his chest as you pop off the container of your tupperware

“leftover pasta.” you answer, digging in as chris chuckles to himself

it’s become a routine for you to barge into his office, pretty much whenever, but you always have lunch with him

chris doesn’t seem to ever mind and you think he enjoy the company of a young and beautiful girl like yourself

it’s almost like a game to you, a sick and twisted one, but you can’t help that you enjoy it so much

chris stands up from his chair, growing to his towering height as he walks around his desk to where you’re sitting on the edge of it

“what’re you looking at?” you question with furrowed brows when you realize he’s been staring at you, trying to conceal a smile

“nothin’, you’ve just got a little...” he trails off, bringing his thumb to the edge of your mouth and swiping at the pasta sauce

“made a bit of a mess.” he adds, his voice lower and your heart is hammering in your chest as he slowly goes to remove his thumb from your mouth

but before he can, your hand wraps around his thick wrist, guiding his thumb into your mouth

gently sucking around his thumb, eyes on his the entire time as you let out a soft moan. his eyes are growing darker as he watches his now wet thumb leave your mouth with a gentle pop

“couldn’t let it go to waste.” you whisper, tone sultry and before you know it chris is standing between your legs with his lips slotted over yours in a needy kiss

“such a fuckin’ tease, you know that?” chris growls, pressing his crotch against yours making you gasp at the contact

“but i bet you wanted daddy’s thumb in your mouth, hmm? why else would you come in here every day, lettin’ me know just how desperate you are, if you didn’t want daddy to fix your little problem?”

you whimper, his hands now cradling your face as your nose bumps his

“oh c’mon baby girl, don’t get shy on me now. i’ve seen that smart mouth of yours at work, tell daddy what you need.” he purrs, beard running across your jaw as his lips pepper kisses along your neck

your skirt has ridden up now, exposing your thighs and slightly damp panties as chris’ fingers dance across your clothed pussy

“i bet you need my fingers. need them buried deep inside of that tight pussy of yours.” he chuckles deeply, watching the way you swallow thickly and nod your head

his fingers skin over the inside of your thigh before he’s snapping the elastic of your panties against your skin. the action making you yelp softly

“say please.” he nearly scolds, holding your jaw between his fingers and running his thumb of your lips

“if you want daddy’s help, you can’t be rude, baby girl.” he reminds you with a faint smirk

“please, d-daddy.” you croak out, throat dry from excitement before his fingers run under your panties and through the hair that covers your mound; finding your clit

he hums contently when he finds how wet you are for him, running his fingers through your folds teasingly

“have you been thinkin’ of me, sweetheart? thinkin’ of ways daddy could make you feel so good?” he cooes, index finger prodding at your aching entrance

“it’s a good thing you’ve been such a good girl, princess. or else daddy wouldn’t give you what you want.” he winks, sliding two fingers into you, stretching you out as you choke out a moan

your fingers are digging into his shoulders and biceps, wrinkling his once neatly smoothed and tucked dress shirt as he slowly fingers you right on top of his desk

“shh, princess. you gotta be quiet for daddy.” he coaxes you, palm bumping your clit gently and it makes shocks of electricity run through your veins

“wanna suck on daddy’s thumb to keep quiet, princess?” he asks, mocking your pout, but not in a mean way; a sympathetic way

you don’t even have to answer before you’re opening your mouth for his thumb, tongue lapping around it, lips puckered, and teeth sinking into it when his fingers graze that sweet spot inside of you

“you’re bein’ so good for daddy, can feel how wet and tight you are.” he whispers, curling his fingers inside of you which makes your eyes roll back

“you wanna cum on daddy’s fingers, princess? show him how good he’s makin’ you feel?” he asks, waiting for the way you nod your head and pant breathlessly

you feel the coil starting to slowly undo, tightness building before snapping suddenly

“that’s a good girl, cumming all over my fingers with daddy’s thumb stuffed in your mouth.” he nearly growls, feeling your walls nearly push his fingers out of your pussy from the force of your orgasm

your head is spinning, jaw slack as his thumb leaves your mouth with a thin trail of saliva before you open your eyes again

he’s kissing you gently before tapping his soaked fingers against your lips

“you gotta clean up daddy now.” he smirks, watching as you do so, humming around his digits

“good girl, you did so good. daddy’s so proud of you.” he praises, kissing your nose and cheeks which makes you giggle

“how about you stay after class tonight so daddy can teach you a few things, how’s that sound princess?”

oh you best believe i’m staying after class professor christopher evans skfkskdksksk

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SWEETEST AND KINDEST HUMAN BEING ON THIS PLANET 🖤❤🧡💛💚💙💜💗🤍

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Why This Chris Must Go

I didn’t post this until I’d waded through seventeen different sources - including The New York Times and California political donor records (which are public) and wasted too much time that should have been spent harassing my daughter about her homework. But there was a joking little Twitter poll about Which Chris Must Go? that went viral when people starting posting about Chris Pratt’s political and “spiritual” leanings. I was on the fence about Pratt since he abruptly divorced Anna Faris and left their special needs son to hastily marry Katherine Schwarzenegger. Then, he joined the GOP Schwarzenegger family’s church, The Hillsong Church, which considers LGBTQ+ an “offense against god” and advocates for electroshock therapy to get rid of the gay. (Remember that barbaric shit? Even my backwards ass state banned it.) He also works with Jews for Jesus, who attempt to convert people from the Jewish faith to Christianity (I guess with electroshock therapy, since that’s working for the gays, right Chris?) Aaaand, he and his adorable bride donated a heavy chunk of change to Trump’s 2020 re-election campaign. I’m no political scientist, but that sounds like a pretty staunch support for this psycho to get re-elected. Frankly, I don’t care. That’s not why I’m disgusted.

It was quite the backlash. And so guess who leaps to his defense? Some of the rich, white straight guys from Marvel. Robert Downey Jr. who initially posted “Fuck you all.” in response on his Instagram account deleted it before adding this lovely moment of concern. My sweet Mark Ruffalo (oh, Mark, how could you?) did as well.

You know who didn’t leap to his defense? Brie Larsen. Tessa Thompson. Zendaya. (Nor any of the other Chrises, by the way.) So, where was the support when these women were viciously bullied online? Brie got death threats for daring to become Captain America. Tessa and Z were ruthlessly subjected to racism and misogyny for acting in the Marvel Universe. Not a fucking word of defense for these women- who were truly being brutalized. So, RDJ? Fuck you, kitten. Fuck you for being a hypocrite and defending the guy just because the public learned about his leanings and “spiritual” activities. And Mark, I’m not mad. I’m just disappointed. And for the other rich, white, straight Hollywood guys to leapt to his defense? Brie, Tessa and Z are still waiting for your passionate words of support.