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I just watched Materialists and I'm having difficult feelings about this movie. Who wouldn't want a man like Harry? Who wouldn't try for and with a man like Harry? Yes I'm a Harry sympathiser. A man that's honest. Someone who sees your value even if you might not. A man that's willing to invest in you, not just monetarily. A man that says this is what you're worth and you deserve absolutely nothing less. Because relationships are an investment. Marriage is an investment. You're investing time and interest and hoping to cash out something that's secure. Love is an added benefit. And I'm not saying that I don't love love. I love love! But I can also acknowledge that love comes in different forms. And when looking for a casket buddy more things than just romantic love comes into play.

Now I'm not saying that I hated John and what he had to offer, but let's be so for real. What he had to offer simply wasn't enough, and I'm not even talking financially. In the undisclosed years they were broken up he made absolutely no self improvement? Not a better paying job, not more ambition, nothing. Really? In your 20's that shit might fly but as someone that's almost 40? No. Not good enough. No one's saying give up on your dreams but if the only thing that's making you hungry to get what you want is the possibility that the "love of your life" might not want to get back with you, then how badly did you really want it? You mean to tell me he wasn't trying to get every possible acting job there was? He didn't try getting more shifts or a promotion so he could get a better place with roommates that won't leave condoms on the floor? I want to scream into the ether at John. He's so frustrating as a character. Potential is good but it doesn't pay the bills. Potential is good but it doesn't get you to where you want to be. Potential is good but it's not good enough if you're not doing anything with it. And randomly bumping into Lucy shouldn't have been the thing that put fire in your chest to win her back. Her calling you broke in the middle of the road in broad daylight should have been the thing. Also nothing about that relationship flashback gave anything to aspire to. She's clearly materialistic as the title implies and he's cheap as fuck l. What do you mean you forgot our 5 year anniversary and didn't bring any money despite me telling you that we're going to a fancy restaurant? She tells you that you'll end up hating each other because both of y'all are broke, should have been the end of that storyline. A character like John is not who we should be writing movies about!! Why is the onus on the woman for you to be a better person?! Be better in spite of her not because of her.

Lucy, you dumb bitch. I can't even fault you. We all want someone to love us simply because they do. But you just cosigned a life with a man who you gave a monologue to about love not being enough. Girlie, open your eyes. You're very words were everything's going to be great for a couple of years and then the arguing will start. You will have children in hopes of fixing the relationship, and for a while it will work. But then it won't be enough. You will continue to argue only now you're trying to hide it from children, and then eventually you'll start arguing in front of the children, and then you'll resent having children. Next thing you know you're divorced and fighting over who gets the house and what days you see the children. Lucy, when that man proposed by asking you if you want to make a bad financial decision that's the exact life you agreed to. I'm not saying that she should have chosen a loveless albeit fun and exciting relationship with Harry, because she did want that big love. But I'm just stuck on the fact that out of all the fuck ass men in New York, she settled for the broke one. Because that's exactly what that relationship is, her settling for something that's familiar and comfortable.

I wanted to love it because it's been so long since we've had a good romantic comedy, but this left me hungry and upset.

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Not gonna lie, I'm excited for the MBJ Renaissance we're about to have with Sinners!

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EVERYTHING IS BLUE 3.2 OUT NEXT FRIDAY 12/23 💙

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The coat scene... Beautiful. The bathroom scene!!!! The tension, the good girl?!?!

Is it wrong for wanting the three of them together?

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 | 𝐂𝐇. 𝟏

⇢ DILF! RETIRED TENNIS PLAYER! LLOYD HANSEN X COLLEGIATE! PLUS SIZE! BLACK/F! READER X CLASSMATE! “SON” OF LH

⇢ “and now he’s so devoid of color, he don’t know what it means, and he’s blue”

⇢ WARNINGS: 18+ series (MINORS NEVER INTERACT), smutty, angsty, age gap (LH is 43 and greying, reader is 24), all consensual, mild sadness, cheating/ infidelity, infatuation, mildly dark, mild stalking, mentions of the usage of viagra, smoking/ usage of cigarettes, obsession. Canon Lloyd is a lot more nicer and sweet, he still has an edge and a sharp personality but he’s a lot more nicer than TGM! Lloyd. Brief friends to lovers relationship with Lloyd’s son and reader.

⇢ A.N: firstly, I can’t begin to explain how happy I am that y’all are excited for their series off of the prologue alone. The love I’ve received recently has been the fucking best and I love everyone of y’all that’s liked and left comments ❤️ this first chapter is to y’all!

“Explain to me how we’re at a dress shop but you have no idea what kind of dress you want”

You frowned softly, “I mean, that’s why we’re here, Danielle. To look at options and see which one works. I’m sorry I don’t think ahead like you and come prepared” you rolled your eyes, continuing to push through dresses hanging on the rack. 

Your response took Danielle aback, her eyes casting a look of concern, “okay wow, (Y/N). That was a little uncalled for” 

Sighing, you stopped in your tracks and nodded, “you’re right, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to give you that attitude, I’m just stressed out about the social, it’s literally two weeks away and I made the stupid decision to swarm myself in other things instead taking a little time out of my day to focus on this” 

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Planet Her: a music series, Naked 💜🧞‍♀️✨

> synopsis: He was a risk. Top rank, known in the world, heavy decision maker, professional. A slick spoken Boston, tattooed, 6’1, blue eyed risk. What could proceed past professionalism? Does love and lust exist in the same world? And how intact could it stay?

> cast: President! Chris Evans, Black! Female! White House Intern, (reader is Sawyer Reneé Love)

> warnings [in general]: 18+ series (MINORS DNI), age gap (reader is 23, Chris is 40 and greying/ semi silver fox), presidential settings, angst, very mild obsession and infatuation, risky behavior, smut, daddy kink/ trope, heartbreak, reader has attachment issues, swearing, rpf fic, president to intern relations.

> warnings for this part: smut (explicit & rough sex), daddy kink/ trope, choking, oral sex/ mild face fucking (m receiving) / face sitting (f receiving), swearing, dacryphilia, spanking, dirty talk, brief sending of risque texts, and light bondage.

> author’s note: firstly can I say THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH for the love and support with this series 💜 I can’t thank you all enough, I’m appreciative, and so overwhelmed with gratitude, I’m glad it’s receiving well and y’all are liking the plot! We’ve got so much ground to cover and I hope y’all are down to see that from Sawyer and Chris :) I hope y’all enjoy this one! Heed the warnings and enjoy the ride…

“Are you sure he’s going to like this?”

You brushed off the concern, looking over at your work in the briefing office.

“Of course, don’t worry. Plus we’ve come this far, we can’t go back, and if this doesn’t work, I’ll take all the blame” you gave one of the scribes a reassuring smile.

Today was Chris’ birthday and with planning, you were able to turn today’s briefing into something less intense and busy. Of course there would be work but the happy spirit would be present.

You sneakily got the office set up before Chris came out, cheerily putting up a banner you got customized that wished him a happy fourty-first. You had food come up as well as cupcakes and ice cream. 

One of the others rushed in, making you look towards the door, “he’s coming!” 

Your heart raced as you took a breath and nodded, “everyone in your positions!” 

No sooner than a minute, the president strolled in with a softly frowned face, “Esther I saw you, what are you–” he stopped when his sights came upon the scene in front of him, “doing…”

“Happy Birthday!” Everyone shouted as rehearsed, even going as far as blowing a plastic birthday horn and throwing confetti. Chris couldn’t help the smile that formed, his eyes finding yours and chucking, he knew you were the mastermind behind this whole thing. 

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I wasn't ready. 🗣️ I WASN'T READY!!!! 🗣️

It was so good. Loved the first chapter so to speak. Definitely matched the vibe of the prologue. Can't wait to read the rest. Great job. Made my lunch break very entertaining.

Planet Her: a music series, Woman 🧞‍♀️✨💜

> synopsis: He was a risk. Top rank, known in the world, heavy decision maker, professional. A slick spoken Boston, tattooed, 6’1, blue eyed risk. What could proceed past professionalism? Does love and lust exist in the same world? And how intact could it stay?

> cast: cast: President! Chris Evans, Black! Female! White House Intern, (reader is Sawyer Reneé Love)

> warnings: (in general): 18+ series (MINORS DNI), age gap (reader is 23, Chris is 40 and greying/ semi silver fox), presidential settings, angst, very mild obsession and infatuation, risky behavior, smut, daddy kink/ trope, heartbreak, reader has attachment issues, swearing, rpf fic, president to intern relations.

> warnings for this part: oral sex (m receiving), president to intern relations, a little less plot more spice, age gap relations, dirty talk, daddy kink/ trope, swearing, sub! Chris if you squint, hair pulling, light spanking, and smut. overall filth.

> author’s note: hey all! thanks to those that enjoyed the prologue, here’s the official first part to be linked in the masterpost! Listen, we’re gonna be off to a wild start w this one! Heed the warnings! But, I hope y’all enjoy this one! A like and feedback/ reblog would be much appreciated 💜

CURRENTLY

You walked with a pep in your step as you entered the White House grounds having gotten through the semi rigorous security entrance. Your favorite guy on the mind as you balanced your bags back on your arms and the mini breakfast you bought for you and him. 

It was Dunkin, two bacon, egg, and cheese bagels with a normal hot coffee and an iced matcha latte, the creamer and sugar for Chris in the same bag. This was your first time doing something like this and you were here early before the briefing, had anyone seen you being personal, they’d ask questions you didn’t want to answer. 

You’d made it to the hallway of his office, your heart racing wildly. You got a quick glimpse of yourself for good measures, you were satisfied. You dressed yourself in a thin black turtleneck sweater and a plaid pencil skirt, a simple black heel to compliment the look. Your ginger red hair was in its natural: big, curly, fluffy, and full of life. 

You dressed for yourself but a little part of you tingled in excitement at what Chris would say whenever he saw you. That had the butterflies in your tummy raging. 

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I will marry a man who loves me and can provide for me abundantly. I will marry a man who inquires about my thoughts, feelings, and ideas regularly and genuinely. I will marry a man who gives me everything I want. I will marry a man who gives me free reign of his finances. I will marry a man who gives me a life where nothing is unattainable. I will marry a man that my family loves. I will marry a man who treats my friends as if they are his friends. I will marry a man who is proud to call himself my husband. I will marry a man with whom I can communicate with clearly and openly. I will marry a man that makes me smile as I’m falling asleep. I will marry a man that makes me want to be the best version of myself. I will marry a man who buys me everything I want because he understands this is what makes me happy.

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This is so damn good!! 🥴🥴

Can't wait to read the rest.

Planet Her: a music series, The Prologue. 💜🧞‍♀️✨

> synopsis: He was a risk. Top rank, known in the world, heavy decision maker, professional. A slick spoken Boston, tattooed, 6’1, blue eyed risk. What could proceed past professionalism? Does love and lust exist in the same world? And how intact could it stay?

> cast: President! Chris Evans, Black! Female! White House Intern, (reader is Sawyer Reneé Love)

> warnings (in general): 18+ series (MINORS DNI), age gap (reader is 23, Chris is 40 and greying/ semi silver fox), presidential settings, angst, very mild obsession and infatuation, risky behavior, smut, daddy kink/ trope, heartbreak, reader has attachment issues, swearing, rpf fic, president to intern relations.

> warnings for this: hair pulling, jealousy, touching/ groping, and dirty talk w very mild dirty actions, trust me, it gets way sluttier and way nastier in the series, this is very tame.

> author’s note: Sawyer and Chris, how it all began… there will be flashback scenes!! Proceed carefully though and as always! Enjoy…

BEGINNING

“Alright, who are we all waiting on?”

The boardroom finally looked full of everyone that Chris needed to finish off the last task before lunch.

He was hungry. The thought of a deli truck version of a philly cheesesteak with cool ranch Doritos had his stomach rumbling, he was ready to get this over with.

Everyone looked around and amongst themselves, every chair around the expansive circle table was filled with a warm blooded soul. But something in the president felt off. He referred to the literal checklist of people meant to show up.

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Bitten by Fate

Vampire!Stucky x Black Female Reader

Summary: After a Halloween party at an abandoned mansion, you wake up to discover strange bites on your body and a note inviting you back

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, slight dubcon, mentions of biting/bite marks, reader is 25, smut: oral (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, some mentions of blood sucking

Word Count: 5.0k

Note: So excited for you all to read this! It’s based off this wonderful concept an anon sent me who let me write it! Enjoy! Happy Spooky Season! 🖤

“The instruments of darkness tell us truths.” -William Shakespeare 

Parties weren’t really your thing but you loved Halloween and this year your university was throwing a big Halloween party in the vacant and supposedly haunted mansion at the edge of town and it had your interest piqued.

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hazel london is truly an icon

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Sounds like a perfect summer day

Red Hot Paradise

Florian Munteanu x Black Female Reader

Summary: Summer heat, cool waters and a handsome man all to yourself

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut: oral (female receiving), shower sex, biting kink, dirty talk

wrote this since mr. big nasty won’t quit thirst trapping on the gram lmao! enjoy!

You could get used to this

Laying out in the sun, the soft haze of sea breeze and laughter blanketing you

Florian’s hand on your thigh as you close your eyes and rest your head against his strong arms

The rich hue of your skin only glowing brighter, everything warm, relaxing, peaceful

This island and this particular man seemed to have that effect on you

This island and this particular man seemed to have that effect on you

“Wanna go for another swim?”

You hummed a yes, smiling at the deep voice next to your hear

He was doing this on purpose but wouldn’t admit to you

Florian had been trying to tease and fluster you since the moment he saw you in the swim suit you’d bought specially for this trip

And his antics were working because you had half a mind to drag him back to the room and unleash your pent up arousal

It started with flirty touches and compliments and steamy eye contact and then he asked you to help him apply sunscreen and then when you asked him to do the same his hands where being far too playful and frisky

And now he was showing off his thighs in the swim trunks he had on and you were trying to focus on relaxation and reading the book you brought along but he was quite literally a huge distraction every step of the way

Nonetheless you took his hand as you dipped back into the ocean, giggling when he drew you into his body and let you cling to him as you floated

The water felt amazing, so cool and blue and the sun added just the right touch of heat to make it perfect

“You’re so beautiful, you know that? I love how everyone stares at you when we go places but I’m the only one that gets to have you.”

As if you weren’t already head over heels

“You make me feel so lucky every single day, I swear. You’re the only one I want, and please, you’re such a giant I’m sure people are just staring at you actually.”

He laughed at that, splashing water at you and then planting his lips against yours, your body relaxing into his immediately

Nothing could beat this

🔥🔥🔥

After swimming and laying out on the beach for awhile longer neither of you could stand it anymore

Florian had practically ran with you back to the room, already pulling your swimsuit off only seconds before you closed the door

“So impatient. You’d think with all the teasing you were doing I’d be the one doing that.” you pushed at his chest, trying to challenge him

“Are you saying you don’t want me to fuck you anymore cause I bet if I just put my fingers…ah mhm, just like I thought, don’t play with me, baby.”

You gasped when you felt him pull you against his chest with one hand on your wrist and the other dipping into your swimsuit bottoms to rub your clit

He was so rude, so unbelievably rude in every way and you didn’t care about your pride anymore

And you didn’t need to tell him twice as he pulled you up and slung you over his shoulder, carrying you to the private shower that overlooked a view of the ocean

The warm spray of water washed over you as you faced the indigo tiles, sticking your ass out and muffling your gasps and moans against your arm as Florian was bent down, languidly lapping at your pussy

His beard tickled your soft skin and made you squirm until one of his big hands came down against your ass sharply

“You’re getting in the way of my meal, princess.”

Again, unbelievably rude

But you didn’t have time to whine about his sultry words before his face was buried between your thighs again, his tongue swirling around in a steady rhythm

Eventually he gave you what you really wanted, his hands gripping your hips as he eased you back onto his dick, letting you get used to the thickness

“That’s it, that what you wanted? Just wanted me to fill you up, cause you’re what, baby?”

“Cause I’m yours…oh god, more please.”

“Good girl.”

Florian fucked you good, his strong arms keeping you held up as you started to lose the ability to think straight

“Look so fucking pretty, baby. Look at me when I’m fucking you.”

Your back was pressed against his chest now, his eyes dark and focused on you as he pounded into you, right against that sweet spot

Eventually he just couldn’t help himself, pressing your body up against the tiles, laying into you while his teeth grazed against your shoulder, biting you there and smiling when you moaned even louder

He whispered such filthy things in your ear, telling you how much he wanted to ruin you, how good you felt squeezing around him, how he couldn’t wait to cum buried deep inside you

You were losing your mind in the best way, hardly aware of anything else outside what he was giving you and you loved it

“Turn around for me, wanna see you when you cum again.”

On shaky legs you did as he said, amazed at the way he lifted you so easily, your groans mixing with his in a filthy kiss as he slid back into you, only this this letting gravity do some of the work

He was deep inside you and the obscene sounds of your skin slapping against his and the slick heat of your pussy made your cheeks burn

“Please, fuck, fuck don’t stop.”

“I won’t, baby. Want you too bad right now.”

His lips dipped down to lick and nibble at your chest, his strength and stamina knocking the air out of your lungs with each pointed thrust

And he kept his word, fucking you until you could barely keep your eyes open from exhaustion, but keeping you cradled in his arms all the while

This was exactly the way you wanted to spend the end of your summer and Florian had delivered tenfold

🔥🔥🔥

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But ‘racism is dead’

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A lot of you think because you're not white, it means you get brownie points to say nigga as much as you want. Incorrect.

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I love a good sneaky link 🥴🥴🥴

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I love a dude who's shy about his kinks but then willing to match your kinky energy 🥴🥴🥴

Lavender

Summary: You and Steve try out some things you got from a sex shop.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Short!Black!Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, swearing, riding crop, daddy kink, rough sex, degradation, over simulation, vibrator, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie

(A/N: I’m kind of surprised I’m putting stuff out so soon, but I actually finished this request in a timely fashion based on a prompt list. Prompt words are bolded. Like, follow, reblog 💜✌🏾)

Tagging: @titty-teetee @zaddychris @queenoftheworldisdead @olyvoyl @liquorlaughslove @mariahthelioness29 @donutloverxo @little-baby-vixen @mochamaniacbabe @brattycherubwrites @iam-laiya @whiskey-cokenfanfic @doloreshazes (it wouldn’t let me tag you)

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Most people would think of Steve Rogers as a prude. Between his reputation as a golden boy to growing up back during depression days. It’d been hard to shake his upbringing. That anti-sex kind of thinking that didn’t do anyone any favors.

Then when he met you he realized he didn’t stand a chance. You’d pushed him out of that comfort zone that had been so natural for him to fall back into. Modern dating freaked him out a little so he tended to shy away, you wouldn’t let him though.

He wasn’t used to a woman like you. Not that he was complaining. In the slightest. He liked how you kind of pushed him a little. Or that he felt this overwhelming need to take care of you. Or that every time you called him Daddy he felt like his heart would swell.

He couldn’t help it. So much so that when you looked up at him with those big ol’ eyes with this pout in your lip and asked him to go into a sex shop he couldn’t say no.

“Daddy, look!” You gasped, holding up a vibrator in your favorite color. “I like this one.”

“Yeah?” He asked with a lazy smile in his face. “You wanna get it?”

“Can I?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.

He nodded his head before leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. He wrapped his arms around you while you put your head on his chest. “Naughty little girl,” he whispered to you.

You giggled before pulling away then getting in your tippy toes to kiss him. As you pulled away something caught your eye making you you gasp. “It’s so cute.” You pouted as you took the box filled with the lavender riding crop.

Steve suddenly felt like he was back under all that ice as you looked up at him with those pleading eyes. He swallowed before finally moving over to you. “Uh, I don’t know about that, Sugar.”

That’s when that little frown appeared in your brows. “Why not?” You asked with your voice all little.

He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Because I...” he searched for the right words to use. He wanted to say that it was a bad idea, but inside all he could think about how bad he wanted to see the leather making contact with your cute ass. Fuck the idea of it was making him hard already.

You shrugged. “It’ll be fine. Besides we have a safe word.”

“Yeah we do.”

“Can I get it? Please.

Steve sighed again looking between the toy and your eyes which was probably a bad idea because no he was picturing them with tears as you begged for more. “Fine. You’re lucky I love you.”

You jumped into his arms again before leaning up to kiss him all over his face. “Yay! Daddy, you’re the best!”

When you got home, Steve was kind of happy by how normal you were being. You didn’t talk about the toy or the riding crop. Then as the next week started and he got busy with work he almost forgot about it, except it was always in the back of his mind. Like he was itching for it.

Then his work week ended and he was back at your apartment so that you could go out for dinner. Nothing out of the ordinary. By the time you got back home he really hadn’t though anything was out of the ordinary. Then you’d excused yourself to go to the bathroom before coming out with the riding crop in hand and matching lavender lingerie that looked so good against your skin.

“Fuck,” he said under his breath as you got closer to him so that you could straddle his lap.

“Remember this?” You asked, holding up the riding crop.

He nodded looking down so he could see into your cleavage. “Fuck... yeah. How could I forget?”

“I want you to use it on me, Daddy,” you said tracing your hands up to his jaw.

“Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you,” he said, now putting his hands on your ass rubbing.

You smiled and nodded, raising your eyebrows. “Isn’t that the point?”

He sighed, his eyes settling on your mouth because fuck now all he could think about was shoving his cock in. “I know, but I just need you to be sure.”

“I am! Daddy, I trust you and I want you to hurt me,” you said before biting your lip and that was when something snapped in him as he brought you into a bruising kiss.

Steve lifted you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you to your bedroom. His hands pawing at your ass like he was trying to warm you up so you’d be ready for what he was about to do to you.

He took it out of your hands before dropping you down onto the bed making you bounce. “Turn over. Put your ass up,” he demanded as he started to unbutton his shirt.

You did as he told you. Putting your ass up in the air with your back arched. Now he was standing there only in his boxer briefs as he watched you waiting patiently for him to start.

“Last chance to say no, Baby,” he said before running a hand down the globe of your ass then getting a nice grip.

“I want it, Daddy,” you said.

That’s when he could no longer resist, bringing the crop to your ass then groaning at the way it bounced off your skin. You let out this mewl that he’d never heard from you before. Like a nice mixture of pain and pleasure. Like you were asking for more, but weren’t sure if you could handle it.

“Daddy!”

“No, no, no,” he said, doing it again and then again. “This is what you fucking wanted, Y/N.”

You squeaked as another sting was placed on your flesh. “Fuck!”

“Yeah? Fucking slut. I know you liked that.” He was addicted to the sight of your ass getting all bruised up because of him.

Steve stopped. For a moment you thought it was over until the leather made contact with your covered pussy. “Ah!” You yelped, gripping the seats. Then he did it again, the sensation making you fall into the bed because it just felt so overwhelming.

That didn’t stop Steve though as he grabbed your leg so he could turn you over. You chest was heaving and you looked like you were hoping he’d finished having his fun. Especially when he reached for you so he could rub your sore pussy which was aching so bad.

That thought was pushed out of your mind when he pushed your panties to the side so he could smack it again. “Ow!” You mewled.

Steve chuckled because you looked so damn cute all sensitive and whiny because of what he was doing to you. God he was such a sucker for those big eyes. Especially when they looked all watery like that.

“Take this shit off,” he said before yanking the tiny fabric. Thats when he got between your legs pushing your legs far apart before hitting your clit with the crop.

“Daddy!”

He didn’t listen to your protests because your pussy was so wet now. As he kept going the crop was now glistening with your juices.

Steve helped you sit up a little so that he could get you out of that bra. Then smirked as your tits jiggled into view. That was when he decided to hit one of your nipples and then the other.

Your eyes were all blurry as tears made their way down your cheeks. He finally dropped the crop, now wanting to focus on stuffing your cunt with his fingers. “Aw, Sugar,” he cooed. “You’re so fucking wet. How pathetic.”

You threw your head back. “Holy fuck, I can’t. It’s too much.”

“Yes you can,” he cooed at you. “I know you can, Sugar.”

“Uh huh,” you let out as you started to cum, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Fuck!”

Steve licked his lips and smirked. As much as he wanted to taste you there was one last thing he needed to do. “Where’s that toy you bought? You used it yet?”

You nodded that’s when he remembered that of course you’d used it. He’d told you to during one of your nightly Facetimes when he couldn’t be with you. Fuck he’d jerked off to watching you enjoying your new vibrator. “Drawer,” you managed to get out.

He leaned down to peck your lips. As he got off the bed you took a minute to catch your breath. Chest heaving as you waited for whatever it was that came next.

When he came back it was in his hand. You almost seemed a little scared. He licked his lips putting his thumb on your clit. You looked down at it and then back at his face. He gave you this innocent little smile to show you how fucked you really were before pressing pressing it against your clit.

You tried to back away, but Steve pulled you closer by hooking his arm under your thigh. “F-f-f-fuck,” you whined.

That’s when Steve decided to start teasing your hole with the head of his cock. Dipping in to pull back out making you whimper.

“Stevie, Daddy,” you cried out and seeing that look on your face only made him want to go in really deep. Only to pull out to where only the tip was in.

“You always look so pretty when you cry, Baby.” Your cheeks felt prickly because of everything he was doing. The over stimulation was making you try to back away again. “What the fuck are you doing?” He asked with a curl in his lip that’s when he slammed into you.

Tears started rolling down your face as your leg started to shake. Steve started going at an even rhythm. His dick working with the toy to make you squirt. “Oh!” You cries as your wetness covered his pelvis and he didn’t even take it away.

Your eyes went cross as your head tilted back. Just as he Steve chuckled and leaned down to kiss your lips. That’s when he turned off the vibrator and threw it beside you so he could position himself over you. Going in and and out in and out so fucking deep.

He kept kissing you, slowly pecking you which was such a contrast from how his dick was stretching you out. You were clenching him like you were scared to let it go. “Oh, fuck, Daddy. You’re fucking me so good,” you moaned.

“Yeah?” He breathed before letting out a deep moan of his own. “Fuck your pussy is so fucking wet.”

“It’s all from you, Daddy.”

That’s when he started to move his hips a little faster. “That because you’re mine, Baby.” He grabbed one of your hands holding it above your head as he went back to kissing you.

You tried doing it back, but you pulled away to cry out, “Fuck!” When another very intense orgasm hit.

“That’s it. Daddy’s gonna cum in you, Baby. You gonna take it for me?” He asked. You tried to nod, but it was kind of hard as you were in the middle of squirting again.

You rode out your orgasms. Him getting all close to you as he fucked his cum into you.

He rested his head on your shoulder as he came down from his high. Taking deep breaths against your skin. He leaned up to kiss your chin. Then he started to muzzle your cheek.

Steve got off of you so he could lay beside you. Then wrapping his arms around you. “You okay?” He asked, rubbing your ass.

You nodded then buried your head into his neck. He pulled you back so he could kiss your forehead.

“I’m sorry, I know I was a little rough.”

You chuckled and then hissed when your body throbbed. “Don’t make me laugh.”

Steve laughed. “Why?”

“A little rough? Daddy, you almost broke me.”

“I’m sorry,” he’s said pressing kiss after kiss into your temple.

You sighed contenly making this sweet little breathy noise. “I love you, Daddy,” you slurred out all sleepily. Not even hearing him say it back as you fell asleep.

[your-chaotic-neutral]

Can I get some toxic dick to fuck up my life right now? Is that asking for too much? Especially if they doing it like that? Damn. 🥵

Toxic

Summary: Chris isn’t good for you, but you can’t help it when you give into him.

Pairings: Chris Evans x Black!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Daddy kink, toxic relationship, manipulation, swearing.

(A/N: why am I so obsessed with the idea of Chris being a toxic boyfriend? Idk you tell me. But I love it and no one can take him away from me.)

(Credit to @chrisevanslovesflannels​ for the GIF set)

Chris knew what the fuck he was doing by showing up to your apartment in sweatpants. He’d made you so mad yesterday when you were supposed to be hanging out by practically ignoring you the whole night. Then he had the nerve to show up like this. With his dick swinging all over the place. With that stupid wife beater on underneath that flannel shirt you’d probably end up stealing later. That stupid Nasa hat covering his hair.

If he was anyone else he would have looked like a fashion disaster. No he had to look like he’d just stepped out of a GQ photo shoot. Why did he have to be so fucking good looking! Why was he ruining your life like this!

“I’m sorry, Baby,” he’d said into your neck, pressing kiss after kiss after kiss to your skin. “Do you forgive Daddy?” You could smell the beer on his breath. 

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