#chris evans daddy link

[buckyownsmylife]

out of the woods (chris evans x famous!reader smut)

the one where Chris watches an interview of you on the Ellen show

Warnings: mention of small stature in comparison to Chris, smut thoughts, Ellen Degeneres trash talking/thinking, cursing, mention of prescription medicine, talk of age gap (reader is younger than Chris), jacking off, daddy kink

WC: 3k

A/N: this doesn't really have an ending, so if you all like it, I might make a series out of it - the idea is that you are also famous (for acting, singing, writing) and have been friends with Chris but there's always this underlying tension between the two of you. It goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway: no, he's not married in this story nor do I intend to feature Alba in any part of it whatsoever.

Chris’ P.O.V.

I was scrolling through Twitter when I realized some fans were tagging me in a short video of Y/N on Ellen DeGeneres’ show. I knew she had gone there by herself, mostly to promote her new album, but also to give some publicity for our movie, so I was aware that she would probably talk about me at least a bit… Curiosity got the best of me and I clicked the link to check the video for myself.

She looked gorgeous as always, her hair down in that way I loved so much and her skin seemed to be as soft as ever under the mini dress she chose to wear, her legs stretching out and making her look taller than she actually was. I chuckled, remembering just how small she looked by my side.

I remembered one time when I lifted her up, bridal style, and spun her around the pub we had close to the set, after the Patriots had won a game. Despite not understanding the game, she tagged along and celebrated every time I got excited, like the cute person that she was. I got so transfixed by her giggles back then. They were the sweetest sound and the only thing I heard, despite the fact that we were in the middle of a very loud bunch of dudes. 

I found myself imagining again, as I had then, what it would be like to have her under me, trapped by my arms in bed, or better yet, against a wall, only my thighs securing her in place while I made her moan with my touch. How would she sound? Or, better yet, how would she feel?

Christ. 

Shaking my head, I tried to gather my thoughts so as to not let them stray too far in that direction, something I didn’t have much success in doing, despite the fact that I had been practicing that simple habit every single day since I met her. But it was proving to be a nightmare. She was just far too tempting.

Shaking my head once more, I focused on the video in front of me. My heartbeat had sped up as soon as it started, but I tried to tell myself it was because I was scared for her, since I knew how Ellen could get invasive sometimes.

“So, Y/N…” She started, eyeing my co-star. “You have just finished working on a movie with someone we’re very familiar with, isn’t it?”

Y/N giggled, nodding at the blonde woman. “I suppose so. We have just finished the promotion for it, maybe you guys have already seen it?” She asked the crowd, who went nuts at her. It was sweet to see this kind of feedback, I truly believed in our movie and the fact that I got to know her was just an added bonus.

“For those of you who don’t know what we’re talking about, it’s called ‘Be Here Now’ and it’s currently in a theater near you. Y/N stars alongside Chris Evans, who we love so dearly here, and they play brother and sister as they try to reconnect after their parents' passing.”

More applause at that. I couldn’t stop myself from rolling my eyes at her idea of love. Last time I was there, she made me pretty uncomfortable, and I knew I wasn’t the only one who felt that way.

“So, how was the process for you? We know you’re familiar with the filming process, since you star in your own series ‘Evermore’, that sent you to stardom, along with your songs, but you had said before you’d never act outside of it, since your true passion relies on music. What changed your mind?” Ellen sat back as she said that, already comfortable with the fact that something good would come out of this interview, since Y/N had been pretty vocal about what made her decide to do the movie, even with me.

“Chris did, actually. Or, in fact, the fact that he was cast in it.” A chorus of “aws” echoed around the room and there was no way to know if they were real or prompted, but they were quickly interrupted by the host.

“So, you were a fan?” She instigated, as to what Y/N nodded again.

“Of course. Well, my mom more than me, but I was the one who introduced his work to her, so…” She poked her tongue out at the camera, to which my heart (and my cock) jumped in response. “Ever since I got into this, when I first had the idea for Evermore with James, I told him time and time again I would never act outside of this, because I had no intention whatsoever on becoming an actress. I have always been in this for the music. Well, the writing. I’m a writer, I like writing scripts and songs, I’ve fallen into this performer thing by accident. But I’ve always been adamant about the fact that if I ever had the opportunity to act alongside Chris, I’d take it. It doesn’t matter that I don’t think I’m good enough. It didn’t even matter if the script was terrible, which thankfully wasn’t the case, I just really admire him and his work and I would never live with myself if I turned this opportunity down.”

Even though I knew most of this, I couldn’t help but to gloat at the fact that this incredible woman actually admired me. She was so much better than me in so many things, even acting, and she still thought I was great enough to get her to participate in a movie. 

“So, what I’m hearing is, you have a little crush, that’s right?” And there it was. The coup. Of course. That evil wench…

“That’s what you took out of everything I said? Jesus, Ellen, has anyone ever told you that you listen like a man?” Ouch. That one was perfect. Being the ambassador for females and lesbians everywhere, it couldn’t not hurt her, especially coming from someone as angelical, sweet and universally-loved as Y/N. I appreciated the quick second her smile faltered before it became plastered on her again.

“No, I haven’t heard that before… But tell me, have you met any of the other Marvel actors? I mean, granted, there are a lot of them now, but especially those who have worked closely with Chris?” Y/N shrugged at that.

“I have been friends with Elizabeth Olsen for a very long time, we’re very close, but other than that, no. I haven’t had the chance to properly meet, or rather, hang out with any of them.”

“Who’s first on your list?”

“Anthony Mackie,” Y/N promptly responded, getting a few laughs and claps from the audience.

“My, you had that answer ready” Ellen teased, to which Y/N simply shrugged again. 

“We talk through social media sometimes and I know for a fact he’s hilarious. I hope we get to meet sometime. I might just have to bug Chris about it.” She had already, in fact. I couldn’t wait to introduce them to each other and I was already planning my next party just to be able to make that happen.

“What about Sebastian?” Ellen asked, a glinter of something extremely suspicious in her eyes.

“Sebastian Stan? No, we haven’t met, but I’d love to get the chance to someday. He seems extremely sweet and I know he’s very talented and Chris loves him, so I think it’s a matter of time until it happens.”

“I heard somewhere you had a bit of a crush on him, right? Even if you don’t admit that you have one on Chris?” This fucking woman. I could fucking kill her right now. But, to my surprise, Y/N simply laughed.

“Truly, you have got to check your hearing sometime soon, because that is absolutely false.” 

“Really?” Ellen pushed, to which Y/N beamed even brighter at her.

“Positive.” A beat as the two women stared at each other down. “I think what you meant is that I have had a huge crush on his character, Bucky Barnes.” Y/N explained, laughing at the host. “I admit that only happened after I saw Sebastian’s portrayal of him, but my attraction to a fictional character can’t be really connected to him.”

Ellen nodded, obviously not paying attention to anything she was just saying. “Well, let’s figure out who do you actually feel attracted to, shall we? Let’s play fuck, marry or kill!”

The audience screamed and, to my surprise, Y/N didn’t even blink, a patient smile painting her lips as she calmly watched the interviewer. “So, Y/N, between Anthony, Sebastian and Chris, who would you rather fuck, marry or kill?”

Y/N shook her head, still smiling at the older woman. “I couldn’t possibly answer truthfully to this question, Ellen, mostly because I am not capable of feeling carnal attraction to people I have never met, but I can 100% assure you that I would marry Chris without blinking twice if there was a choice.” 

My heart skipped a beat at her words. The crowd went crazy, obviously satisfied with the answer.

“And you’re sure you don’t have a crush on him?” Ellen’s eyes glistened with mischief, as she stared at the younger woman.

“Ellen, I think the question here is… Are you sure *you don’t have a crush on him?” The laughs from the audience was the last thing to come from the video before it stopped, and I found myself echoing them in the silent living room. Oh my, how I missed this girl.

I tapped my fingers nervously on my jean-clad thigh, looking around the room. I had been staying in Boston with my family for the last few weeks, since the movie premiered and we had finished promotion, and I had found myself constantly calling her to share funny stories from my nephews or to hear about her day. I knew she wanted to meet my family, she had always said she admired the fact that we were so close, despite there being so many of us.

My mom obviously loved her, having been a fan of hers long before I even heard about her existence. So what if…? 

Before I could second-guess myself, I pressed call in the name of the woman I had been thinking about. The phone rang three times before she picked up, stopping me from giving up on this crazy idea.

“Hey, Chris! How are you? I missed talking to you, it’s so weird seeing you everyday for four months and then suddenly not at all anymore.” I know I was literally forty, but I literally melted at this girl’s words.

“Did you now? Is that because you wish we were married, so we could see each other everyday?” Her breath hitched as she realized I had seen the video and I could just imagine the cute little embarrassed expression she was probably sporting right now. I tried to ignore the fact that my words and tone of speaking had suddenly become way too similar to when I was flirting with a girl.

“Fuck, you saw the interview.” I had never heard Y/N curse before, so the fact that I suddenly had no control over my mouth could be explained by the unavailability of blood in my head, since it had all gone south.

“Come stay with me for a while,” I spilled suddenly. Silence was the only answer I got from the other side of the call and my heart sped up in a way that only happened when I was truly anxious. I was already cursing myself out for scaring the poor girl when she finally answered.

“Are you serious?” She asked, her voice barely over a whisper. It was obvious how vulnerable she was feeling, and a sense of overprotectiveness overcame me. “Please don’t joke about this, Evans. This better not be a prank. ‘Cause I really do miss you a lot.”

Fuck indeed. There was no way something good would come out of this idea, but there was no way I would go back either.

“Of course I’m being serious. Come to Boston. You can stay with me, but I think my mom is going to steal you before you even settle in.” A large breath came from the other side.

“Okay. Okay! I’m going to pack my bags. Yay! I’m so excited!” She was clearly jumping up and down with the perspective of what was to come, and I couldn’t help the smile that painted my lips not only at her cuteness, but also due to my own excitement at her arrival. 

“Great! I’ll be waiting.” My heartbeat still hadn’t gotten back to a normal speed. “Text me the details of your arrival, I’ll pick you up at the airport.”

“Chris, I don’t think that’s such a good idea…” I knew what she meant. If someone caught sight of us together at the airport, or even the fact that she was here in Boston, all hell would break loose in the press.

“Shhh, don’t worry about it, baby girl. I’ll take care of it.” I froze, only then realizing what I had just called her. A few seconds ticked by while I silently freaked out, wondering how I could brush this over, when she intervened.

“Thanks, Chris. That was pretty much the best thing I’ve ever heard. I just might forgo my prescription medicine while I’m over there, because you’ve been able to completely relax me with just two sentences.” She giggled and if I was at first leaning towards thinking she was sarcastically teasing me, just by the nature of her words, the tone of her voice made it clear that she actually meant what she had just said.

Once again, I was at a loss for words, especially because I couldn’t help but to allow myself to imagine that this was her, flirting with me a little bit. The blood I so desperately needed in my brain had once again left to pump another organ full of life. I was saved from having to answer, though, as Y/N quickly wrapped up the conversation.

“I’ll text you the details of my flight in a little bit. See you soon, angel.” She hung up before I could process the nickname she had given me. 

“Fucking hell,” I whispered, finally relenting and getting up from the couch to take a shower to rub one off.

I had found myself in this situation more times than usual after meeting Y/N. Normally, I’d only do it out of boredom, preferring to fuck someone whenever I’d get sexually frustrated. But the last few times I had taken girls from parties into my bedroom, I could only see her. Y/N. And I hated how disgusting I felt after it was done, the fact that I didn’t care about the girl I just fucked and the fact that I imagined my younger friend.

So now I resorted to this kind of activity. As the warm water started to hit my body, I allowed my right hand to travel the extent of my body until I found my hardened member. “Fuck,” I found myself whispering into the bathroom as I tugged on my cock. Images that I had spent a lot of time concocting in my head flashed in front of me, all of them starred by Y/N. 

I imagined her nude body here with me, under the falling water. How her breasts would heave with every breath she took. Would she be as filled with desire for me as I was for her? I imagined the path the warm droplets of water would run across her skin and how I wished I could lick its remnants. 

Maybe she’d fall to her knees before me, looking up from under her eyelashes with that coy expression that drove me crazy. Her lips would softly kiss the tip of my cock and she’d still be watching me, analyzing my reactions. I would do my best to restrain myself, allowing her to get accustomed to my member, but my hands would eventually find their way to her wet strands, creating a makeshift ponytail that would facilitate my vision of her work while I still managed to control myself and not use it to guide her.

She’d kiss the skin all around my cock, quick little kisses just to tease me before going further down to suck on my balls. I’d throw my head back, begging her to do what I needed, and she’d finally succumb, wrapping her lips around my tip before slowly sucking further down my dick. She’d be relentless, eventually being able to swallow my whole member down her throat, and I would look down again to see her looking up at me with a proud gaze in her eyes.

“Such a good girl,” I would whisper, just before I finally snapped, using my grip on her hair to pull her from my cock until just the tip remained tightly squeezed by her lips, until I pushed her all the way against me again. “Take this fucking cock like the little perfect girl you are for daddy.”

And she’d take it like a pro, a satisfied smile on her lips as I fucked her mouth, eventually breaching into her throat, making her gasp for air, tears in her eyes as her hands flew to my hips in an attempt to slow me down. But she wouldn’t really, opting for simply carving her nails on my flesh as she took every single rope of cum I’d deposit between her eager lips.

Fuck. I let the water wash away the sin I had just committed while sending up a prayer for better control when Y/N arrived. The last thing I needed was to be stuck in the bathroom, touching myself while she was at my house.

[steviebbboi]

Stevie BB 200 Followers Celebration Writing Challenge!

Howdy lads~ exciting news to share:

I just reached a 200 follower count on Tumblr 🎉🎉🎉

I kinda can't believe it? Writing is indeed good for my soul. Interacting with y'all on here has helped me with my mental and emotional wellness due to just finding such great community on here. Thank you for giving me the space to write and for following along/supporting in my writing journey 💖

With that spiel spoken, I wanted to host a writing challenge in celebration of this milestone! *squealing because i'm so excited to host*

Stevie BB 200 Followers Celebration Writing Challenge Masterlist

*you'll find all writing submissions and writing requests (answered) at the link above*

You could participate by sending in either:

✨ writing request via my Asks (💙)

and/or

✨ writing submissions (💥).

General Rules:

the challenge will start October 1st until the end of November (flexible on late entries for submissions only💥; let's say till mid-December or so).

I'll read/write for Chris Evans characters, Henry Cavill Characters, and Charlie Hunnam characters [and Bucky Barnes specifically lol] (these are my preferences but if there are other characters that you'd like to bring in, just ask me)!

for writing requests 💙, i will only be accepting requests (2 max/person; pls do not send more than 2 asks!) until the end of November.

for writing submissions 💥, go wild! submit as many as you like!

you can do both (send in a writing request 💙 AND send in a writing submission(s)💥) if you want to; rules still apply for the requests though.

use at least one prompt within your request 💙/submissions💥 from the lists below (but def. go crazy if you wanna use more than one! you don't have to claim any prompts).

works can be inclusive! poc, gender neutral, neurodivergencies, mid size/plus size/curvy readers are encouraged!

No word limits but please use a 'read more' after 200 words

Works can be part of an existing series but must be able to stand on their own

tag me @steviebbboi and use the tags #bbboi200celebration and #steviebbboiwritingchallenge in your entry so i can read/reblog your work! (If I somehow lose sight of your submission, please remind me and I'll take a look at it right away ☺️)

Most important one: Have fun!

How To Play:

✨ You must be 18+ to participate in this challenge!

✨ Choose one (or multiple 😏) BB's:

Chris Evans Characters

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Ransom Drysdale

Ari Levinson

Frank Adler

Curtis Everett

Andy Barber

Hayden/Harvard Hottie

Nick Gant

Jake Jensen

Johnny Storm

Lloyd Hansen

Henry Cavill Characters

Clark Kent

Napoleon Solo

Geralt of Rivia

August Walker

Charlie Hunnam Characters

Jax Teller

Raymond Smith *extra brownie pts if you write about him omg*

King Arthur

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes [he's all by himself im so sorry lmfao 🥹]

✨ Choose one (or more) of the following prompts:

*if you don't want to write smut, you don't have to choose anything from the kinks prompt! feel free to only use the following two prompts :)

soft dom!BB

clothes/naked ratio

size kink

slow and deep 👀

breeding kink (non-pregnancy version)

somnophilia

free use

cockwarming

belly bulge

Squirting

consensual non-con

consensual dub-con

cumeating

creampie

anal/or dp

possessive/or protective manhandling!BB

oral sex

orgasm delay

dumbification

daddy/princess kink

overstimulation

sex pollen

prone bone

cockdrunk

threesome (BB/Reader/BB)

ass/pussy spanking

mild degradation

body worshipping

quickie/don't get caught (public sex, threats of exhibitionism, etc.) 😏

Grouchybb! who is only soft with you

Married and loyal!spouse

A/B/O

lumberjack!bb who is a teddy bear on the inside tho

mob AU

biker AU

soulmate AU

mutual pining/idiots in love

childhood besties to lovers

reformed playboy

professor AU

supernatural/mythical (gods, sirens, werewolves, witches, vampires, ghosts, oh my!)

frenemies to lovers

fwb to lovers

locked in AU/forced proximity

medieval AU

fake dating/relationship

sharing one bed

polar opposites attract

break up and make up

spy AU

meet cute

cowboy AU

gentle recluse!BB

brothers best friend!BB

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Yes, take it, slut"

"It's not that big of a deal."

"God, why do you always do this"

"You're impossible."

"Then I guess we gotta be quiet, huh?"

"We're trapped."

"Shh, you wouldn't want anyone to hear, or do you?"

"You're taking me so well, baby"

"Good girl" *for fem readers; adjust accordingly!*

"Tsk, uh-uh, c'mere, honey"

"You always feel so good around me, baby"

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Here, let me help you."

"Yeah, are you a cockhungry slut, now?"

"I hardly think that that's necessary."

"Don't be a brat, baby."

"Aw, does it feel good right there?"

"I'm sorry!"

"What do you want from me?!"

"I didn't mean to!"

"What do you think you're doing here?"

"Nope. Again."

"Don't worry, I got you."

"Just stay still, there you go."

"Just one more, I promise."

"C'mon, don't you wanna be good?"

"Stay over there!"

"You better hurry up, baby."

"Thaaaat's it, you're doing so well, honey."

"Uhm, I'm not sure that's going to work."

"Please, I'll beg, please!"

"Be honest."

"Be careful there, darlin'."

"Are you okay?"

"Are you sure you wanna go there?"

Scenarios? Any! Go. Wild.

✨ I love reading/writing angst w/HEA, soft dark (nothing too dark though), fluff and SMUT (as you can see w/the many many kinks).

no incest (stepcest is ok if tasteful lol), no infidelity, no watersports, no murder, no gore. if you're unsure if a trope is appropriate, ask me!

if im ever uncomfy with writing something, i will lyk and we can talk more about it to see if we could work with it!

feel free to ask any questions!

i think i got everything!

Have the best time, laddies~ thanks for celebrating with me!

All are welcome to join in the fun! ❣️

Tagging a few mutuals who may be interested but no pressure bbs:

@bigtreefest @mercurial-chuckles @stargazingfangirl18 @yenzys-lucky-charm

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork @buckets-and-trees @hotdamnhunnam @laurfilijames

@autumnrose40 @eloquentlytired @misscherry-26 @stellar-solar-flare

@darsynia @navybrat817

[positivelyholland]

Suprises

pairing: chris evans x daughter!reader 

genre: fluff 

warnings: angst for a minute there, paparazzi, getting lost, let me know if i missed any

summary: after your dad suprised you with a daddy-daughter date, you run into some suprise paparazzi and get scared

A/N this is (almost) the exact same as my other tom cruise fic, but just with chris evans

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey y/n/n, do you have any plans for the day” your dad walked over to where you were sitting on the couch, lazily watching Bluey. 

“Considering it's 6pm on a Tuesday, no” you sarcastically responded. Chris finds it funny how you're the only person on God's green earth who can get away with teasing him. 

“Great! Go get some nice-ish clothes on and I’ll meet you in the car in 15 minutes” before you could respond to his words, he ran away to god knows where. 

Feeling confused and nervous but also excited for whatever your dad had planned, you hurry up to your room to go start getting ready. 

You did some light and simple makeup that made you look even more beautiful (although Chris would argue you're pretty no matter what, you are his daughter after all). After finishing your lip gloss, you went to go pick out an outfit, which was the hardest part. 

It's moments like these where you swear there's absolutely nothing to wear, but chris (and most people) would say otherwise due to your huge closet full of designer pieces since you are the daughter of Chris Evans after all. 

It wasn't until after you had trashed your room and basically emptied out your whole closet that you were able to decide on a long-sleeved, dark blue sundress. 

Taking one last look in the mirror and spraying some perfume all over your body, you decided you looked good. Well, you had to be at least a little content at this point since it had been 20 minutes since the conversation with your dad and he had been honking at you from his car for the past 5 minutes. 

Running as fast as you can in heels (which was pretty fast considering how many fancy events you've been to with your dad), you grabbed your phone and purse before joining Chris in the car. 

As you opened the car door and (not so gracefully) stepped in, your dad gave you a big hug. 

“Wow, you're definitely my daughter with how pretty you look tonight” he teased, to which you just rolled your eyes and thanked him in response. 

The drive to wherever he was taking you was only about 20 minutes long, but those 20 minutes were full of jamming out to 80s ballads and singing your heart out until you finally arrived at an expensive 5-star restaurant.

You checked out your surroundings, and once you finally realized that's where you were, you looked at your dad in shock. 

“Are you being serious right now, dad?” you asked him, voice filled with excitement. To which Chris just shook his head with the brightest smile on his face as the 'yes' answer to your question.

Although you were parked decently far from the restaurant, Chris made it an enjoyable walk in order for you to not focus on how bad your feet hurt in your heels. Whether it was chatting about life, telling jokes, or even just pulling silly faces at each other, he made sure you wouldn't focus on the pain your feet must've been enduring.

You got to the fancy doors before walking into the restaurant and then were quickly led to your seats on the balcony, thanks to your dad’s string-pulling skills. 

~~~

After eating some of the most delicious food you've ever had in your life, and having the best time laughing and chatting with your dad, things eventually had to come to an end.

"Shall we?" Chris asked as he linked arms with you.

"We shall," you responded, heading towards the exit with your dads arms around you.

Before you could leave through those boujee doors, your dad spotted some paparazzi, who were most likely waiting for you guys. He immediately got stressed out and warned you about them since he is well aware of your anxiety revolving around these types of things. 

You both took a deep breath before trying to quickly make your way through the crowds of people. Due to the constant distracting flashes of cameras, you accidentally let go of your dads hand to block your eyes from the brightness. At the loss of contact, both you and your father became incredibly stressed. 

You were able to make it out of the crowd pretty easily by just running to wherever you can quickly find peace. As you started to calm down from the experience, you realized you had absolutely no clue where you were or how you were supposed to get back to your dads car. 

Pulling out your phone and dialing your dads number, you were so relieved to hear him pick up his phone almost immediately. 

“Dad, I'm scared. I don't know where I am, help me please” your anxiety was starting to come back to you. 

“It's ok sweetheart I’ve got your location on my phone and I'm on my way towards you, ok?” He was trying to calm you down but he also seemed very stressed as well. 

“ok please hurry” Chris could hear you doing some breathing techniques you had learned in therapy, which made him very thankful for paying that therapy bill every session.

“You're gonna be okay, just stay on the phone with me please” he said in an attempt to comfort you.

After a few minutes that seemed like hours, he finally pulled up to where you were. Chris sprinted out of his car looking for you, and once he found where you were sitting he ran over and gave you a big hug, accidentally startling you while doing so. 

“It's me, it's me! Calm down, it's just me” he soothed after noticing you jump out of fear before melting into his fatherly embrace. 

“I was so scared Dad! I didn't know what to do so I just ran” you were still very shaken up from the experience but being in your dad’s presence was very helpful towards calming you down. 

“Hey, just look at me. Breathe, it's gonna be okay”

You eventually were able to calm down thanks to the help of your dad, so the two of you made your way back to the safety of his car. 

Although the experience was very scary for you, you couldn't have been more grateful for your dad than you were at this moment. He's truly the best parent you could ask for. 

At this moment, Chris was thinking the exact same thing about you.

[chrisevansonly]

imagine someone interviewing arlie and her ducky

I clicked the link and was pleasantly surprised🥹

here’s a little drabble..

Vogue Magazine was doing a special digest on Women in Law and wanted to feature you, seeing as you were Massachusetts top attorney and assistant professor at Harvard Law. What you didn’t expect was little Arlie running to your office with Duckie clutched softly in her tiny palms

“momma, me ‘n duckie went swimmin’”

You smiled down at her, mouthing a quick sorry to Natalia who was conducting the interview for the magazine

“you did baby? it wasn’t too cold for you?”

“nuh uh, and guess what!”

You chuckled watching her hold the little ducking close to her chest

“what little duck?”

“daddy fell in the pond!”

Natalia was the one to chuckle first which only made you laugh, Arlie quickly turning around and noticing her audience, a nervous blush on her face. Next thing you knew Natalia had kneeled down and smiled at Arlie

“Who is your little friend you’ve got there?”

Arlie looked to you first, hesitant to answer a stranger she’d never met

“It’s alright baby, go ahead…”

Upon giving her the go ahead it was like she was a celebrity, ready to face the spotlight

“this duckie, she my duck!”

Natalie smiled

“Well it’s nice to meet you Arlie and Duckie, where did you get her?”

“Momma and Daddy gave me her!”

Natalia went to speak but Arlie beat her to it

“She likes to go swimmin’ and eat ‘eerios for snacks!”

You watched Arlie so engaged in this mini interview, just over the moon to talk about her little duckling as much as she wanted too. Natalia and Arlie kept chatting for a little while before Vogue finished up their interview and left your family home. It was no surprise to see her little snippet in the magazine a few weeks later, an audio clip, with your permission playing on their website.

user1: petition for Vogue to only feature Arlie Evans 🫡

user2: okay so i’m getting a duckling 🤭

user3: i’m just picturing Chris face planting into a pond now🤣

user4: you can tell Arlie’s so loved by her Momma

user5: now it makes so much sense why they call her little duck 🥹

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https://www.tumblr.com/fandomfluffandfuck/733464503584456704/certified-good-boy-posture 🤝 https://www.tumblr.com/fandomfluffandfuck/733642150619774976/tedllasso-chris-evans-sitting-in-a-stool

these photosets are married in my mind <3 i love the contrast in how they use their hands and the different energies they exude 😩

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Certified good boy posture 🫱🏻‍🫲🏽 certified expectant daddy posture

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You're so right, though. It's perfect when they're paired together 😏

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Fire and Rescue 🛟 05.

Description: in which you and buck have had an ongoing sneaky link for a year now, he’s slowly falling for you, but you left town after he wants to become serious, now you’re back in town and a car accident sends a hold on your trip to see him… long story short.. you loose your memory, he’s the firefighter who rescues you, you have no memory of him… and now you’re contemplating feelings…

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Warnings: may contain foul language, some smut, fluffs and anything that’s offensive to certain viewers. You must be 18 or older to read any of my books, if you aren’t DNI. But none of those things are in this chapter, some swearing but I’m pretty sure you get the memo.

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Buck woke to the sounds of cries. He hadn’t realized that he had fallen asleep, he looked next to him seeing you wrapped up in his arms asleep, he tried to think back but he honestly didn’t remember much of last night. You were clothed so obviously nothing happened, plus the doctor said six weeks before sex. Her cries continued, he slowly moved his arm from under you, he pulled the covers over you placing your feet on the couch and propped it up. “I’m coming grace. Daddies coming.”

Those words were still surreal to him. Him? Being a dad?

But here he was, a dad and he loved every minute of it. He loved kids, his relationship with Chris and the way he dealt with children in emergencies showed it enough, but those weren’t his own- she was. She was from him. Made in his image with love. She was his whole being. And he loved every minute of it. “Hi,” he cooed taking her out the crib, kissing her forehead placing her in his arms as he rocked her. “Time for you to eat.” He walked to the kitchen grabbing your pre-pumped breast milk out the fridge, this was all still taking time to get used to but, he was getting a hang of it. There was a knock at the door that alarmed him, he snapped his neck in the direction of the door after taking the bottle out the bottle warmer and heading to the front door, he opened it seeing Maddie. “Hi.” She smiled at him. “Hey, come on in.” He stepped aside letting her in before walking back towards the kitchen. She took her bag from her shoulder and sat it down on the chair next to her, her stomach was out there too. “She’s sleeping?” Maddie whispered. “I was hoping to properly meet her.” Most of everyone had met you, but Maddie hasn’t.

“Yeah, guess we both were pretty beat after the party last night.” He chuckled lightly

He placed the bottle in Grace’s mouth, her eyes were closed as she sucked the milk from the bottle. “Aw look at you, daddy mode. It’s a good look on you.”

“I know. I actually love it. Being her dad has opened a lot for me, I’ve been seeing a new side of me and I actually like it.”

Maddy smiled in awe. She never knew Buck would be in this place in his life, for years she worried about him even when she was away and he’d always been right there for her ever since she got back. He knew Buck would make a great father some day, even a husband. Seeing him actually calm and settled with his baby, it meant everything to her. “I like it too.” Maddie smiled.

“What brings you by?” Evan smiled, rubbing his daughters stomach as she laid flat on her back in his arms

Maddie rubbed her niece’s tiny little fingers. “Oh, you know.. I wasn’t able to make it to the party because of work but, I figured I would come by and see you and properly meet my niece and her mother.” Evan smiled, taking the bottle out of Grace’s mouth, grabbing her burping cloth he laid it on his shoulder then Grace in order to burp her.

“Yeah, I would love for you to meet Y/N but she’s resting at the moment and I don’t want to wake her.”

Just as he spoke, you came from out the living room and into the dining room where they both sat. You smiled at the two. “Good morning.” Evan smiled over at you. “GoodMorning.” They both said in union. “Evan, aren’t you going to introduce us?” Maddie grinned, rubbing her brothers leg. He was too in awe at your morning glow. Your hair was all over the place, you wore your two pc Victoria secret nightwear, you yawned into your arm. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m Maddie. Evan’s big sister.”

You smiled. “Hi, nice to meet you. He’s told me a lot about you, would you excuse me? I need to brush my teeth.” Maddie nods, Y/n walked out the kitchen and towards the bathroom. Maddie smiled. “Evan. Where’d you find that gem?”

“I met her at the grocery store one night. She’s beautiful right?”

Maddie nods. “Yes. She’s very beautiful.” Evan smiled, nodding his head as he took his daughter down after she burped, she was now a week old. It didn’t feel like it to him. It felt like just yesterday they brought her home. “May I?”

“Oh yeah, sure.”

Evan handed his daughter to Maddie. “He likes to hog her. Don’t feel bad, there’s days that I barely get to hold her and I’m the mama.” You laugh softly as you entered the room. Your hair was now slicked into a ponytail, your teeth was minty fresh and you wore some Vaseline on your lips to moisture them and give them a good glow. “Breakfast anyone?” You went to put on a pot of coffee.

“I got it, Y/N.” Evan stood to his feet making his way towards you, holding your waist as he moved you to the side to grab your favorite coffee mug from the top shelf

Maddie just smiled at the two of you and your interaction with one another. “How’d you know I wanted that one?” You ask him, he placed it down on the counter top. “It was your favorite back then, so I kind of figured. I never got why you loved it so much, but I kept it. Chipped and all.” You laugh softly and blushed taking the mug from him. “Awe. You’re so sweet, so does that mean you know what I want for breakfast right now?”

“I do.” He chuckled.

You blushed shaking your head, he gathered what he needed for your breakfast, turning your attention to Maddie, you smiled. “Maddie, so Buck here tells me you’re expecting your bundle of joy with Chen any minute now?” Maddie grinned rubbing her stomach. “Yes. Any minute, we’re so excited.”

“I know you are. I was excited too, nervous but excited.”

Evan just listened as he cooked your favorite breakfast. You rubbed your coffee mug, waiting for the coffee to get done making. “Have you all come up with a name yet?”

“We are still deciding but, I’m sure we will have one by time she gets here.”

You smiled. “Aww it’s a girl? I just know Grace and her cousin will be very close.” You slightky limped over to the side of the island to have a seat on the stool, “Evan can you help me?” You ask him, without hesitation, he made his way over and helped you up onto the stool. “Thank you.” He nods.

“You’re welcome.”

“Are you two thinking of moving in together? With you wearing a boot and all, I’m sure it’s difficult to manage..”

“We haven’t exactly thought about it,” You looked over at Evan, “I mean, it does kind of make sense for right now. I’ve honestly been here more then I’ve been at my own house. But I’m not moving in, just sticking around until I’m cleared to manage on my own.” Maddie knew what she was doing. Inserting the idea in your head, she knew that Evan loved you and she could see you were slowly falling for him in just this short time span. After all, you may not remember Evan but your feelings for him was still there. “How are you doing? Medically speaking?”

You sigh. “I’m still in a lot of pain. But, I’m managing.”

“She won’t take her medication that was prescribed to her.” Evan stressed. “And I been telling her that she should.”

You mentally rolled your eyes. “Evan, I told you.. I don’t do meds.” Maddie could sense your frustration, but Evan being so caring and loving.. he was annoyed and frustrated. “Okay but why walk around in pain all the time? Some days you can barely stand long enough to hold Grace because of your pain. I know you hate missing out on that.” You smacked your lip. “Evan, I appreciate you looking out for me but, no.”

“Why is it that you don’t want to take the medication, if I may ask?”

“It reads side effects pertaining to suicidal thoughts and tendencies.” Evan butted.

You shook your head. “I have a daughter. I don’t need to be thinking about killing myself or anything that’ll take me away from her.” You stressed. You loved Evan’s protectiveness towards you, but you also wanted him to let you make this decision on your own. “Maybe have your doctor prescribe something different that doesn’t have those effects?” Maddie tries to reason.

“Yeah, maybe she will listen to you because she’s not listening to me.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “I will talk to the doctor. Is that what you want to hear?”

“Yes! That’s all I want to hear.”

You shook your head, you rubbed your stomach. Although your baby was out, you found yourself rubbing your stomach occasionally. It still felt surreal to you. To him. To everybody. Evan went from chasing women to being a father and chasing the mother of his child. Not mutiple women, but one. And you went from driving back to a car wreck that left your memory damaged and you in a situation that was odd.

“You are a good sister. I’m lucky to have you.”

“And you’re a good brother, Evan. I’m lucky to have you too but you got to cut her some slack. If she doesn’t want to take the medication, don’t force her to take it. Let her ease into it. Okay?” Maddie sighs as she stood at the door to leave.

Evan nodded. “Yeah, I just.. I hate seeing her in pain.”

“Explain that to her. I’ll see you later okay?” She smiled hugging him.

Evan hugged her back and closed the door as she walked off down the hall, he cleaned the kitchen back up. The tv was playing in the other room at a low volume but your laughs was loud. He chuckled to himself, wiping his damp hands on a paper towel. Making his way towards the living room, He let out a sharp exhale. Looking at the television he saw you were watching Living Single. He paused the tv.

“Boy, don’t you know not to touch a black woman’s remote when she’s watching her show?!”

“I didn’t but I do now,” he chuckled, looking down at Grace who was fast asleep in the bassinet. “Can we talk?”

You shrugged. “You paused my show so yeah, I guess we can.” Evan walks around the couch, seating himself next to you. He props your feet up in his lap. “I’m sorry for putting you on the spot back there. I just care about you and hate seeing you in pain all the time.” You looked down at your feet that rested in his lap then up at him, “I’m not mad at you, I know and understand your concern. I just hate medicine.”

“I get that.”

“No, I don’t think you do.. Evan.”

He sighs. “Okay, enlighten me.” You shook your head propping your head up on your hands as you leaned on the couch. “I had a friend, she was in a bad accident. Way worse then mine, she survived it but, the doctors prescribed her heavy medication to manage her pain. I’m doing so, she became dependent on the meds. When they wouldn’t prescribe her anymore, she turned to the streets. When the pill popping wasn’t enough, she turned to something harder. She battles with addiction for years until she finally overdosed and died, I just don’t want to become like that.”

“I didn’t know.”

“That’s something in my life that I just never talk about so, I know I never told you that. But that’s why I don’t want to take those meds. Their highly addictive and I just don’t want to turn out like Patrice. Now her daughter is motherless.”

Evan nodded, he massaged my foot that wasn’t in a boot. Leaning up he kissed my forehead. “You won’t be like that. We can start you with something strong but not addictive. Maybe some strong ibuprofen. Just something to get you through the day until you’re fully healed. I just don’t want you in pain so we need to find something safe and comfortable for you to take.” You nodded your head at him, he grabbed the remote, handing it back to you. You thanked him but didn’t press play yet. “Evan, can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

You looked at the man you were falling for. “Did you put your sister up to ask me to move in with you?”

“What?” He stammered.

You laughed. “You did!” You laugh. “If you wanted me to move in with you, why you didn’t just ask?” Evan shrugged. “Afraid you would say no or it was too soon, that we didn’t know eachother. But that’s not true. We do. I just don’t want to pressure you, I know I’m being over bearing and constantly pushing you to remember us but, I just want you to remember what we had.”

“Why remember what we had that didn’t last when we can build something better?”

Evan smiled.

“Ask me.”

Evan nodded his head. “Will you move in with me?”

“I think it should be the other way around, after all, I have a house, equipped for babies. And I’m pretty sure I bought it with this in mind.” Evan nodded, moving you closer to him. You rested your head on his shoulder. He linked his fingers with yours. “I know you don’t feel the same way I feel about you right now but..”

You stopped him. “Evan,” you turn his face to look at yours. “I love you, too. I believe I’ve always had.”

[viviennes-tears]

Created: 19/01/2023

Updated: 18/07/2024

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18+ blog: It is YOUR responsibility, as a reader, to think about the content that you consume at your own discretion. And please do NOT copy, re-write, translate or steal my work. Also, I have links to both my Wattpad and A03 accounts in my bio.

Series

☆ Are you following me Mr Hiddleston? (complete)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3��Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 - The Final Chapter Author’s note Margot and Tom| keyboards and music - alternative scene Margot| Toys - cut scene Margot and Marcus| The date - cut scene Margot and Charlie| Sex with a Devil - alternative scene Tom and Susan| The Christmas visit - cut scene Margot and Jeff| The stalker - alternative scene

Mini series

☆  Tom Hiddleston, Chris Evans and Tom Holland (complete)

A bit of mischief pool side chapter 1  The last hurrah chapter 2 

One Shots

☆  Melissa’s final wish

☆  Sex in the library

☆  The birthday suit incident

☆  Daddy to be

☆  When fools rush in

☆ Making him blush

☆  The Christmas jumper

☆  Let me take care of you

☆  You’re ruining my reputation!

☆  Coriolanus and no knickers 

☆  Almost spoilers

☆  Death threats

☆  Just a little crush

☆  Coriolanus and no knickers version 2

☆  You thief!

☆ The affair

☆ First time parents

☆ Birthing partner

☆ Keeping a secret 

☆ It’s all about her

☆ You little rascal

☆ I’ve found my Sylvie

☆ Don’t be nervous, darling

☆ Pleasurable revenge

☆ Purpose and family

☆ Little tase

Drabbles

☆  Peanut’s first kick

☆  Nice buns

☆  The birthday cake disaster

☆  Just relax

☆ Mummy loves you

☆ Bun in the oven

☆ The new suit

☆ Play day

☆ The talk

☆ Just a little bite

☆ Two guys, one shower

☆ Baby’s first Christmas

☆ Happy Birthday to this guy!

☆ Man of the match

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[viciouslilmillie]

Hey guys It’s Millie 💖

Just wanted to pop in with a lil introduction and boundaries post!

About Millie

I’m a Y’allternative Gal from the Southern United States

I am queer! So if my post resonates to you it resonates. The trans and non-binary community are very much welcome here terfs ARE NOT

I am single- that being said I’m not necessarily looking for a partner on ol’ Tumblr lol this blog is more for me to express myself but I love talking to people

But I’m open to anything

Despite my username I am not actually very mean (unless you push me) I just really like the movie Knives Out and Chris Evans’ delivery of “you vicious little bitch” has stuck with me since I first saw it

I love animals, I currently have three dogs and a horse- but love cats! I had one but unfortunately lost her to cancer earlier in the year

My asks and dms are open and I love answering any questions you may have about me!

Boundaries

Absolutely no minors are allowed to interact with this blog

This blog is 18+ however my dms are 21+!!!

If your age is not on your blog you will be blocked

Do not send me nudes or porn links, unless I ask 😘 (especially if they do not belong to you!!)

This is a side blog so I probably won’t follow anyone back so y’all can’t get my main blog lol

I’m not particularly interested in sexting but I like a lil fun flirting

I am not your baby girl, slut, whore, etc you may address me as Millie

I will not call you daddy or sir you are not my dom

Hard limits

Age play

Pedophilia

Race play

Gun play

Feederism and fat Fetish

Scat

Rape

Face slapping

Water sports

Vomit

Beastiality

Choking

[saucy-sassy-sparkly]

Pursuit of Happiness 3: Three's Company

Pairing: Chris Evans x Kat Littleman (OFC)

Summary: New England political daughter Kat Littleman is constantly showing up for her mother’s campaigns, playing the part of the perfect daughter in the perfect, American family.  When her paths cross with Chris Evans while he canvases DC to build out ASP, she’s forced to face some truths about herself, her family, and her future.  

Word Count: ~5.9k

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3: Three’s Company

It had been four days since Chris stormed away from her backyard, and Kat hadn’t stopped feeling guilty. At the grocery store on Thursday afternoon, she thought she’d seen him down the cereal aisle and had taken a deep breath and started to walk towards him, mentally preparing her apology, before the man stood up and turned out to be very much not Chris. She’d scampered away before he noticed her.

She was pretty sure she’d pegged him incorrectly and with time to process, she realized she’d definitely jumped to conclusions about his appearances this week. Kat managed to get “review the company website” onto their Wednesday team meeting agenda and found that her face was not very visible; you had to click through several links to get to the founder's page and even then, it was the very last item on that page.

And her house backed up to public property. She couldn’t very well be angry with him for walking on a lakefront trail. Lots of people did that. Chris had been right, it was a public park and a public area; just because her backyard was on the trail didn’t mean she owned it, nor did it mean he’d intentionally come to her home.

None of her guilt had stopped her from feeling anxious about Chris and his sudden reappearance. She was so protective of her personal life; she’d grown up under her mother’s watchful, critical eye and then gotten dragged into every single one of said mother’s campaigns from the time she was in high school. It had started easy, just a little appearance now and then at a town event but suddenly Mallory’s sights kept getting bigger and bigger and she wanted her family with her. She threw them into interviews and photo ops and every opportunity to parade them around. One of Mallory’s favorite things to do was to deflect from a personal comment about her by offering up a personal tidbit about Kat instead.

So, the flutter in her stomach at the sight of Chris and the itch to feel his touch again made Kat more than a little apprehensive. She hadn’t been joking when she said she was suspicious of his motives. Important, wealthy guys like him could get whatever and whoever’s attention they wanted with a few phone calls- she’d watched most of the guys she went to high school with do it even then, but with Daddy’s name as their bait. Even if their run-ins this week had truly been coincidental, she couldn’t help feeling a little cynical at the idea of it all being entirely by chance.

Chris confused her and enticed her and made her head foggy for the whole week while she tried to navigate her feelings and hopefully push him entirely out of her mind. Alas, he was still on her mind Saturday morning while she got up, let Amelia out, and sat reading with her first cup of coffee from one of her HopeLives mugs– just like the ones she’d set out for everyone at the foundation. He popped into her mind as she pushed through the gate at the back of her yard and onto the path around the lake; she was picturing him stalking away from her. He was still on her mind when she planted herself on the park bench and sipped the warm coffee in her travel mug, before yanking her beanie tighter over her ears.

The November weather had turned from crisp to brisk in a matter of days. Every few minutes, a gust of seemingly Arctic wind would whip across the lake and chill Kat through her big red jacket, jeans, gloves, hat, and the ancient, crusty Uggs she refused to get rid of. They ruined almost every outfit at this point because they were so old and dirty, but she didn’t care. Every year she’d order a new set of fresh, cozy insoles and wear them all winter long to walk Amelia or do a quick run to the mailbox.

It was almost noon; she’d been sitting here for almost an hour while the sun occasionally poked out from behind the clouds. Kat killed the time making a mental list of items to pick up at the grocery store later, too cold to get out her phone and make a real one– that would require taking off her gloves. She was grateful the coffee was still warm and that Amelia was laying with her head in Kat’s lap on the park bench. It wasn’t quite freezing yet but it was cold enough with the ominous clouds lingering overhead and the air off the water.

You’d never know it was almost freezing based on Ollie.

He sat in the sandbox adjacent to the lake’s playground, digging with a tiny yellow shovel and carefully pouring his collection into a blue pail. His little brow furrowed in concentration as he moved in slow motion, reaching across his body with the shovel and dumping it with care. When he’d successfully added to the growing pile of sand in the bucket, he’d pause, look up at Kat with a proud grin, she’d return a thumbs up or a ‘great job!’ and then he’d do it all again.

If he was in charge, he’d sit out here all day, rain or shine or snow, and dig in this sandbox. He could pour sand into that bucket without interruption– it was essentially the only time he was still so Kat embraced the moment to sit down, even if it meant doing it outside on a November day in Massachusetts. She was convinced Amelia had some husky in her as she seemed to luxuriate in the cold rather than shiver as Kat was.

Kat forced herself off the bench, her bones creaking from sitting on the cold, hard surface for so long, and knelt on the edge of the sandbox. Amelia stared at her from her perch, entirely confused as to why the snuggling had ended, and then begrudgingly got down and sat dutifully next to Kat. Kat ran a gloved hand through the sand, making note of the way Ollie’s little fingers were bright red from the cold– he’d refused the mittens she brought with him and she’d decided that allowing him full dexterity was a sacrifice she’d make. “Hey bubs,” she leaned down to catch his attention, “five-minute warning, okay?”

When he nodded at her, she sat back on her haunches, continuing to watch his slow, careful activity. He’d been to the beach both of the last two summers– Mallory and Tim had a house on the Cape and had allowed Kat access to it whenever she wanted. She’d taken him once alone when he was hardly one, and then again last summer when her parents were also at the house, but he didn’t seem to remember. It wasn’t until about a month ago that they’d been on a walk around the lake with Amelia and he’d seen the sandbox as if it was the most incredible thing in the world.

His sweet little face lit up and he’d tottle towards it, crawling in without warning and dropping on his bum to run his hands through the course sand, grinning up at Kat. They’ve visited every weekend since then. Each time they came, they brought his yellow shove, his blue pail, and nothing else. He needed nothing else to get literally hours of enjoyment and Kat was not about to stop him.

Except she was about to stop him because the timer would go off any minute and she needed to start the fireplace at home and restore some feeling to her appendages. She didn’t know how she was going to explain to Ollie that the sandbox wasn’t a four-season activity in Massachusetts; at some point, she’d have to cut him off and she knew it would be devastating. Two-year-old tantrums are no joke. Not quite old enough to get it, but old enough to be pissed.

Miraculously, Ollie left the sandbox gracefully, holding his small shovel and pail in one hand and Kat’s hand in the other as they started towards the path back home. Kat kept up a running conversation with her son, babbling to him and engaging in his toddler talk– some of which was coherent, but much of which wasn’t– as Amelia tracked the path for other dogs to greet, wild animals to hunt, or new human friends to play with.

“Should we go to the grocery store before or after lunch,” Kat asked him, looking down at her favorite human and listening to him ramble off a string of words, several of which she could comprehend but many were still garbled. “Okay then, let’s go home and play, and then we can have lunch, take a nap, and go to the grocery store, sound good?”

Ollie was babbling again when Kat looked up, tugging on Amelia’s leash to get her attention and reign her back in. She was waggling frantically; Kat followed her line of vision and her eyes first hit a happy, fluffy, tan, and white pup looking equally frantic to get to Amelia. Kat’s heart thudded harder in her chest when her eyes trailed up the red leash the dog was on, up the arm of the unassuming owner, and into the eyes of Chris.

He was in tan boots, jeans, and a huge, black winter coat, and on his head was a Red Sox cap. He didn’t notice her at first, he was staring straight ahead watching his dog and trying to keep control of him just as Kat was with Amelia. When he looked around to figure out what had captured Dodger’s attention, he saw Amelia’s joyful face first. Quickly, his memory kicked in of that day almost a week ago when he’d been standing at a white picket fence, petting a sweet dog… that sweet dog… Kat Littleman’s sweet dog. His eyes moved slowly from the dog, up the leash, the arm, the shoulder, and up to Kat’s face. He was about to give Kat a curt nod when he noticed the third figure with them.

The small boy in a navy blue dinosaur winter coat and an aviator hat lined with sherpa fleece was clutching Kat’s hand and staring up at her adoringly. Kat had come to a stop on the path, looking like a deer in headlights while she stared at Chris. Amelia was entirely out of her control, stretching to the end of her leash and straining her wiggling body towards Dodger.

While Kat was still in a trance staring at Chris, her thoughts went immediately to the day at the fence and how bad she’d ended up feeling about it. In all honesty, if she’d had his number, she probably would’ve called him to apologize. Or at least sent a text. People walked by the house all the time. It was not uncommon to run into a client from the foundation, a friend from yoga, or even someone she’d been on a date with before.

She’d been a little taken aback at his comment about not being memorable– she’d thought the evening was pretty memorable. Kat had the image of herself coming undone on his hand and his cock burned into her memory. She’d also been wearing out the batteries of her vibrator trying to achieve the same intense climax she’d gotten with Chris that night.

Standing in the middle of the path, gazing right back at Kat, Chris was reminding himself of all the ways she had made it clear she wasn’t interested. He’d stalked back around the lake and to his car after leaving her yard last week and brooded about her attitude, and her bitchy demeanor, and tried to place blame. He also realized that, from her perspective, it was awfully strange that he’d shown up twice in one day seemingly by accident.

Truth be told, if he wanted to, he could’ve gotten access to her workplace or address. A few calls from his assistant to the right people, name drop in the right place, and people fell at his feet. He tried not to flex that too often, but occasionally it was helpful. So yeah, if he’d wanted to find her, he could’ve tried harder and dug deeper and actually planned to run into her. But he hadn’t done that! He’d been trying to work! He’d been trying to go for a goddamn walk with his dog! He’d just happened to stumble upon her workplace and then her home…

But no, she’d made it clear she wasn’t interested in him, so he was not about to give her the satisfaction of looking flustered. It didn’t matter that his heart was in his throat. It didn’t matter that he could still hear the pretty noises she’d made as he’d made her come. It. Didn’t. Matter.

And… there was a child with her.

Could she have a child? Was she married or had a boyfriend and that was why she was so desperate to leave what happened in DC behind?

“Chris, hi,” Kat’s breathy, nervous voice pulled at his heartstrings and made him want to move closer to her. He resisted.

“Am I allowed to walk here?” Her face looked startled at his brash response and just as quickly her face flushed and she averted her eyes. He immediately felt guilty; he was letting his emotions get the best of him. Fuck, Chris, why would you say that? “Sorry,” he mumbled.

“I probably deserved that,” she played with the dog’s leash in her hand and took a step toward Chris and Dodger. She raised her eyebrows at Chris, looking between the dogs and then back at him and he nodded, letting Dodger’s leash loosen so they could greet each other. “This is Amelia,” Kat explained, watching the dogs come together.

“Dodger.”

A silence fell between the gathered group while everyone watched Dodger and Amelia sniff at each other, their tails beating hard enough they might’ve been able to propel a small airplane. Chris’s eyes kept drifting over to the little boy who was grinning at the dogs and reaching for them. Kat kept his hand tucked into hers.

“He’s really friendly and good with kids. I have nieces and nephews.” Chris offered, looking at the boy and not Kat.

Kat looked between Chris and Ollie and then tugged on his hand to get his attention. His little face looked up at hers and she couldn’t help but grin. Chris noticed the dimples in her cheeks and his heart swelled. “You can say hi to Dodger, Ol,” she nodded toward the dogs and watched him take a step away from her and drop her hand, giggling as he reached for the dogs with his pudgy little fingers.

“Who’s this?” Chris finally asked, taking in the gentle way both dogs greeted the boy. He watched Kat’s face as she took a calming breath and then looked him dead in the eye.

“This is my son, Oliver. He’s almost two.” Her response hung in the air between them. Chris didn’t have a right to be upset if a woman he’d slept with once didn’t disclose her motherhood, but somehow he wished he’d known. He wished they’d had enough of a rapport to share that kind of information. He wanted it with her; why he did was still a mystery to him. He still couldn’t understand what drew him so strongly to Kathrine Littleman, but he found himself standing here in this park, watching her son play with his dog, and feeling a little slighted that he didn’t know. He tried to shake it off.

Chris settled on a response that every parent loved, “he’s a cutie.”

Kat’s face split into a true grin when she looked at her son lovingly, “thank you,” she paused and then bit her bottom lip. Chris could see the wheels turning as she glanced at him, then back to the dogs, then back up at him again. “Listen, Chris, I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to tell your one night stand you have a kid,” Chris laughed even though he felt very differently, “no problem.”

“No,” Kat looked at him with an expression he couldn't place, “I mean I’m sorry about the way I spoke to you last week. It was uncalled for.”

“Oh, that,” Chris rocked on his heels, “don’t worry about it.”

“I was really rude. I’m sorry I reacted like that. It just seemed so strange and impossible to be coincidental and I realize now that I was too harsh.”

He was about to say something like ‘don’t worry about it’ but the next few moments happened in slow motion. Ollie had tottered in between the two dogs with his arms outstretched. He was rubbing both of them and giggling while the dogs leaned into him. Both Dodger and Amelia were in constant motion, twisting and turning to get access to each other and to lick Ollie’s face— still sticky with leftover syrup from breakfast.

Innocently enough, a squirrel scampered into the path a few feet ahead for a fallen nut; it froze when both dogs immediately noticed it. Dodger and Amelia moved as one towards the squirrel, their playful demeanor was gone and now on the prowl. Ollie, caught up between them and their leashes, was knocked down face-first on the asphalt.

His wail was almost instantaneous, but for a moment, both Chris and Kat had been yanked several steps forward by the dogs, who were pulling full force toward the escaping squirrel. Ollie’s sobs pulled Kat’s attention and she yelled, “Amelia!” Yanking on the leash and looking over her shoulder at Ollie, who was struggling to sit up with his big coat.

“I’ve got them,” Chris reached over and took the leash, pulling both dogs back the best he could. He was strong, but their hunter modes had been activated and they were fiercely refusing to budge.

Kat fell to her knees in front of Ollie. She was usually a patient mom, allowing him a moment before she scooped him up. But this was new. His screams and cries were different than he’d ever had before and she lifted him to her shoulder whispering, “I got you, baby. Mommy’s got you,” while she got to her feet.

She turned to Chris, reaching out for Amelia’s lead, but he shook her off, “I’ll walk back with you. Your hands are full.” Ollie’s sobs in her ears made her head ring and she just nodded, starting back around the lake at a brisk pace. For a few paces, Chris was still wrangling the dogs, but quickly they were beside her. Ollie clung to her shoulders; each time he pressed his little face into her, he wailed louder. She’d never heard him like this and she felt her anxiety rising and a prickle of sweat along the back of her neck as she picked up her speed.

The backyard was in sight and she was all but running to get to it, letting Chris take a step ahead and pull the back gate open and not stopping when she got to the back door. She crashed into it, forgetting, in her rising panic, that she’d locked it and Ollie let out another screech when he bounced off her shoulder. She fumbled in her coat, trying to flap her gloves off for better access, when Chris was again beside her asking, “Which pocket?”

“Back left.”

Any other moment she would’ve thought about the feeling of his hands moving her coat to the side and sliding into her jeans pocket, all but cupping her ass as his fingers had to reach all the way into the pocket to get the small bunch of keys, but right now, she pushed the tingle away and stepped aside to let him unlock the door.

She set Ollie on the kitchen counter and immediately noticed the blood trailing down from a cut on his forehead. Kat got him out of his jacket and then stripped off her own, plus her gloves and hat, uncharacteristically leaving them in a pile on the floor. As Kat examined the cut, Chris lightly touched her lower back, reminding her he was still in the room, and softly said, “Tell me where your first aid stuff is, and I’ll get it.”

Kat just looked at him a moment, somehow in a daze, and then she nodded, giving him directions to the laundry room with the first aid kit. Both dogs trailed him– Dodger to explore the new smells and Amelia out of curiosity at what this man was doing in her house. All three returned; Amelia got comfortable in her bed by the fireplace, Dodger making himself just as comfortable practically on top of her in the same bed, and Chris passed behind Kat, running his hand lightly along her back, and set the kit next to Ollie, opening it and starting to pull out antiseptic wipes, ointment, and bandages.

With the help of lots of hugs and a gentle chant of, “You’re safe now, I got you, baby,” his sobs had subsided and he was now only sniffling. His tears and the blood had mingled down his cheek and Kat used a wet paper towel to wipe up some of it, before getting to work bandaging up the cut. It was bigger than she’d realized, but not very deep, so she let Chris hand her supplies and then handed used items to him to discard. When Ollie would yelp or sniffle, Kat would stop to soothe him and Chris would put a hand on Kat’s shoulder or back, doing what he thought would feel comfortable at the moment.

Twenty minutes later and a cup of chocolate milk later, Kat had soothed Ollie entirely and had planted him on the comfy sofa with an episode of Bluey playing. Dodger had immediately left his spot with Amelia and joined Ollie on the sofa; Amelia, not to be outdone, settled in on his other side. Ollie grinned at both of them, his little bandaged forehead wrinkling when his face lit up. Kat turned to start cleaning up the mess she’d created in the kitchen. To her surprise, the jackets and accessories were no longer on the floor, nor were their boots, and the first aid kit was no longer on the counter. Chris came back into view as she finished processing and he smiled at her, putting his hands on his hips.

The silence stretched between them, only occasionally broken by the soft giggles that Bluey elicited from Ollie. They watched each other tentatively, neither knowing exactly how to move forward. It was certainly new territory for both of them. How often do you end up standing in a cozy kitchen and listening to a children’s cartoon with the person you had a one-night-stand with weeks before?

It felt like middle school; they kept making eye contact and then neither knew what to do or say, so they’d blush furiously and avert their eyes only to do it again seconds later. After a solid minute, Kat finally started to move across the kitchen toward the fridge. Chris was still hovering by one of the barstools with his hands shoved in his pockets. She started to pull things out of the fridge and freezer, piling them on the kitchen counter, and then moved to the pantry, gathering more items before pulling out a pot, a huge cast-iron pan, a stack of plates, and two glasses.

She filled one with water from the filter on the fridge and slid it across the island to where Chris was standing and watching her. She gave him a tentative smile and then turned back around to the gathered items and asked, “Grilled cheese?”

Chris was silent while he took a sip of water, suddenly realizing how dry his throat had become just watching her in her home… with her son… He hadn’t thought twice about making sure the three of them got home okay and that Ollie wasn’t seriously injured. It had just felt normal, natural to walk next to her with the dogs, to listen to her talk to her son, and to offer her a comforting touch. And then suddenly he’d had his hand cupping her ass while he tried not to grope for her house key. They’d moved together with surprising ease when he grabbed the first aid supplies and played nursemaid while she bandaged and soothed Ollie. Then cleaning up had been easy– he could see how nervous she’d gotten when Ollie was hurt, and cleaning up the kitchen was the least he could do.

Now she was moving around her kitchen again, heating frozen soup from a Tupperware container and melting butter in the cast iron. Her hips swayed ever so slightly with each movement and he wanted to put his hands on them, to feel the curve of her ass again.

“Chris?”

Fuuuuuck she was staring at him. No longer was she moving casually around the kitchen but she had one hip leaning against the counter, her hand resting lightly on the other, and she was staring at him with an eyebrow quirked.

“Uhh–”

“Would you like a grilled cheese sandwich? I’m going to make lunch for Ollie and me. I have some soup too if you’d like it.”

“Yeah,” he said too quickly and cleared his throat, “yeah, that would be great, thank you. Can I help?”

She shook her head, turning back to the stove, “How long have you had Dodger?”

Chris jumped into the story of meeting Dodger and Kat was glad he couldn’t see her face blushing, and even if he had, she would’ve blamed it on her face hovering over the hot pans. The silence was killing her. She was normally so comfortable in silence– she was happy in her own company or just with Ollie and Amelia. The silence was golden– especially as a toddler mom. But the silence that stretched between the two of them was… charged.

It was far from awkward.

It was the kind of silence that falls between two people who’ve fucked. And are thinking about what it would be like to do it again.

Kat could feel his eyes on her every time she turned around. She tested her theory, swinging her hips ever so slightly to the Bluey theme song from the next room and listening to the counter stool scratch on the floor as he rearranged his position. Then she “dropped” the dish towel and bent over to pick it up, followed by a grunt, covered quickly by a cough and a gulp of water.

Eventually, she was out of items to prep at the stove and had to start putting dishes in the sink, which put her face-to-face with him. She caught his eye again while he watched her push up the sleeves of her sweater and his Adam’s apple bobbed. How her exposed forearm was attractive was a mystery to Kat, but Chris was squirming from his seat. He’d finished telling her about meeting Dodger and an electric silence had fallen between them again.

“What about Amelia?”

Kat laughed, running a sponge over the spatula, “Ames found me. When I was still living in Hartford I was out for a run one morning. There was an animal adoption fair going on in the park and a pen of rescued puppies had broken. The puppies had escaped and the volunteers were frantic. I passed them while I was running and just tried to stay out of the way. Next thing I know there was this little fluffy delight keeping pace with me. She stayed with me for almost half a mile before I finally stopped laughing at her and thought about taking her back.”

“And the name?”

“Oh well, when I took her back to the adoption folks we all kept making jokes about her running away and, you know, taking flight. I have a slightly too intense fascination with Amelia Earhart… it just seemed to fit.”

Chris nodded, watching fondly as Kat spoke about Amelia. She’d pulled her attention away from Chris and was looking towards the sofa with a soft smile. Without warning she walked away from the kitchen and into the living room. He watched her lean over the back of the sofa and kiss Ollie’s head before she was ruffling Amelia’s fur. The dog craned her neck back and leaned into Kat. Chris took it all in, the tender moment with Kat’s children, the strip of skin exposed when she leaned over, her ass in the air, and then Dodger’s jealousy taking over when he sprawled across Ollie to join the snuggles. Both Ollie and Kat giggled, and Chris couldn’t stop his own grin.

Kat laughed again when she came back to the island, washing her hands and turning back to the stove. “Sorry, I can’t resist them sometimes, they’re just so cute.”

“I get it, Dodge is the love of my life.”

“Wow, that’s a pretty big sentiment,” Kat glanced over her shoulder with a smirk as she dropped bread into the heated pan with a soft sizzle.

Chris shrugged, “I’ve never had a relationship as pure as that one.” “Is he your first dog?”

“No way, I’ve had others, I’ve had girlfriends who’ve had dogs that I loved dearly, but no one has ever been quite like Dodger. He’s just… well, I had his name tattooed on me, and I’ve never had a woman I’ve come close to doing that with.”

Kat laughed, “Okay, so we’re speaking truths today I guess.”

“Sorry,” Chris laughed, “too much?”

“I’m teasing you. I get it. People don’t get it when I say similar things about Ollie or Amelia. But there are just some souls that you feel a deeper connection to. I don’t mean I want to marry my son or my dog. I just mean that they’re…” she trailed off, looking sheepish and putting her focus back on the pan in front of her.

“I know what you mean,” he said softly, moving around the island as she put two grilled cheeses on the cutting board beside her. He started to slice the first one into small pieces and Kat did a double take.

“How did you know to do that for Ollie?”

“This isn’t for Ollie, I’m just a Hollywood diva and chewing takes too much effort,” Chris held her eyes and kept a straight face for several seconds, causing Kat to stare at him and start to stutter. He broke into a grin and shook his head, returning to cut, “My sister has kids.”

“The diva thing seemed legit,” Kat smirked at him, earning her hip bump from Chris. Kat’s heart sped up at the simple, flirty move and she tried to focus on not burning the next sandwiches in the pan.

After cutting the sandwich, he plated it on a little wooden owl plate that Kat had waiting on the counter and carried it to the kitchen table where Ollie’s high chair stood. He went back and grabbed the rest of the supplies, setting the table for lunch for the three of them. Kat gathered Ollie and buckled him in while Dodger and Amelia circled like sharks under him, waiting for dropped cheese, before Kat kicked them out and back into the bed by the fireplace. Ollie’s babbling, singing, and giggling kept the adults entertained and their focus off of each other for the whole meal. Kat watched as Chris interacted with Ollie, leaning in intently and nodding along while Ollie rambled. Chris would ramble right back and they’d both roar with laughter while they made goofy faces at each other.

She finished ahead of them and sat back in her seat, watching the two of them, and thinking about the moment she’d never seen Ollie share with any other man. Her father, when they were around, was a loving grandfather but wasn’t nearly as animated– unless he was holding Ollie and explaining the football lineups. Ben and Kevin Facetimed with Ollie frequently, but it was hard for a 20-month-old to sustain his attention. He’d truly never had a man give him this kind of undivided attention. It was both endearing and terrifying to see how quickly they settled into a rapport after being perfect strangers two hours ago.

“Finished, Momma,” Ollie turned to Kat covered in tomato soup and waving his hands in sign language. She moved to get up, but Chris held a hand out to her, popping the last of his crust in his mouth.

“I got ya, little dude,” he scooped Ollie out of the high chair and onto the floor. Quick as a flash, he had his plate and Ollie’s in the dishwasher before leaning down on his knees to get on the toddler’s level. “Can you show me your favorite toy?”

Ollie grinned and nodded, grabbing Chris’s hand in his and tugging him towards the playroom. He dropped to the ground commanding, “Sit,” to Chris before starting to pull out his favorite train set. Kat sat frozen at the table, watching it all unfold in awe. Chris immediately set to work building a track and letting Ollie bark directions at him while he followed the best he could.

Kat used the moment of peace to finish cleaning up, glancing back at the two every so often to find them still amid construction with the occasional “choo chooooo” noise from one of them as a train traveled the tracks.

When she’d run out of things to clean and put away, she wandered into the adjoining living room and continued to watch them for a few minutes before she finally had to intervene. “Ol, we’ve got to go up for a nap, buddy. Can you say goodbye to Chris?”

“I should get out of your hair anyway,” Chris got to his feet as Kat scooped Ollie into his arms; he dropped his head onto her shoulder and rubbed his eyes, reminding Kat that she didn’t have too long to chat.

“Thank you,” she looked at Chris, allowing her eyes to bounce between his to capture him in a serious moment. “Seriously, for getting us back here in my panic and then for entertaining him. I appreciate it a lot.”

Chris shrugged, waving her off, “Anytime, I’m happy to hang with him,” he reached out to ruffle Ollie’s hair.

Their eyes met again and lingered, Kat unintentionally biting her lip and Chris’s eyeline following the movement. Before she could convince herself otherwise, she stepped forward and slid an arm around Chris’s waist, Ollie’s head still resting on her shoulder. She perched up on her toes and went to kiss his cheek.

Chris turned at the last moment, connecting their lips and taking the chance to hold her waist. Kat immediately reciprocated his kiss, leaning into him briefly before her brain caught up with her body; as quick as it started, it stopped and she jumped away from him.

“Shit,” he muttered, “I’m sorry– I just–”

“It’s fine. I should… I’m going to just… I need to put him down.” Chris nodded, “Dodger and I will head home.”

Kat stared at him, her mind racing, her heart thumping loudly in her chest, and forced herself to walk away and up the stairs.

[mazzystar24]

Buck coma dream analysis part 2

Mind the tags for trigger warnings the part that applies is marked by a line of ****************** before and after

Buddie stans and Buckley Diaz family truthers the second point is just for you ❤️

Also I just realised i didn’t explain that my reason for bringing its a wonderful life into this is cos the episode made multiple references to it and chimney even said “like in it’s a wonderful life?”

(Part 1 here)

• anyone else think it’s kinda suspicious, kinda weird that in the coma dream Buck is a teacher (distinctly for young children not highschool kids) and who did Eddie last date? Oh yeah Ana Flores aka Christopher’s teacher, evan buckley I know what you are👀

• I haven’t watched it’s a wonderful life in a while but this caused me to rewatch it and if you guys are looking for more Buckley-Diaz family confirmation I got just the thing, the first opening lines of the movie are different people praying for the main character George to be helped by god, all the prayers line up very well with bucks character saying things like “i owe everything to him” “he’s a good man,give him a break” “he doesn’t think about himself” but most importantly and most relevantly one of those people is his kid and she says “something is the matter with daddy, please bring daddy home please bring him back”, remind you of anything? Perhaps a certain child who sat at his bedside asking what was wrong with him and told him to come back from wherever he is? Yes I audibly gasped when I remembered that from the movie

•the placement of Maddie’s bruise being in the same place as when he went to the hospital asking to stay with her and she mentions things at home being complicated in his brain this was the moment he should’ve noticed the warning signs

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• in the final coma scene where coma Daniel chases him into the medicine closet and tries to convince him to stay in the coma (die) and that there is nothing for him out there you see yet another It’s a wonderful life reference this time it’s a white board in the background of the medicine room that says "No man is a failure who has friends." which is what in the movie is meant to wrap up the moral of the story and make George not commit suicide. That’s why this line and episode I feel confirm for me that that self destructive behaviour we saw in buck begins actually is a lot darker than what we saw, not only that but this also links in with what we know is Buck’s biggest fears- being a failure (“they think I’m a loser maddie, but I’m not) and being alone. I also feel like while it being writing is a reference to the movie, it being writing AND in the background AND the audience not even having their attention bought to it is just sort of a metaphor for how loud and prominent dark thoughts (Coma Daniel) can be. In conclusion I am never forgiving the Buckley parents cos making your kid think you only care about them if they’re bleeding leading to years of what can be referred to as passive self harm and suicidal ideation isn’t okay ❤️

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• the creepy orderlies- no clue what this means but it’s unsettling

• chimney and hen calling Eddie “angry guy” I feel like this is such a callback to eddies spiral and the boxing thing, as buck is realising how wrong the coma world is a thing that sticks out and is meant to disorient him is Eddie being referred to as an angry guy

• also within that conversation did anyone else think they were gonna say that Chris didn’t make it from the tsunami and then it’s like they reworded mid conversation? Cos I did and I feel like it tracks well with it being bucks brain because he’s tryna think of this world where he’s not involved in their lives so he has to detangle himself from the story and see how it would be so the first line “ you would be (angry) too if you lost your kid” then you see pure fear on Buck’s face because it insinuates something different where you can see where his mind went until they explain that Eddie lost a custody battle. Because at first in his brain it’s like oh shit Chris would’ve died in the tsunami but then it’s like no he wouldn’t have been there if it wasn’t for buck but then it’s like Eddie would’ve lost him in a different way still and it’s like he’s reasoning with himself

• the pregnant yoga ladies - sperm donor storyline or father/son Bobby and buck moment callback?

•the tv in the waiting room looks to display an earthquake - which is both a callback to the early seasons and foreshadowing

• also I really hope that this doesn’t happen but there have been hints that point toward buck leaving LA and going to Italy because in the movie George says something about leaving the town behind and going to (a list of places) but first among that list was Italy and the cardiologist also mentions Italy in the next episode and buck says he’s never been

Fuck it part three maybe happening too

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Chris Evans x OC!family

Summary: Chris is woken up early by his twin daughters, as one of them has had a bad dream during the night. Later on, the other daughter and his son miss the paper quite a bit as they draw some pictures.

Warnings: bad dream, it’s only mild but maybe don’t read if you have galeophobia

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“Daddy…”

“Yeah, what’s the matter, sweetie?” Chris asked with his eyes still closed, as it was 6 o’clock in the morning.

“Mary had a bad dream,”

Chris opened his eyes then. His 3-year-old twin daughters, Phoebe and Mary, were stood at the bedroom door. Mary was stood a foot behind her, holding her favourite teddy bear and sucking her thumb. “Aww, come here, Mares, what happened?” The twins walked into the room, Mary coming to sit in her dad’s lap, Phoebe choosing to sit on the edge of the bed. “Careful you don’t wake up your mommy, girls,” Mary started to explain her dream, her voice muffled from having her head in Chris’ chest. “What was that, sweetheart?”

“We was on a vacation, and we went to the beach and went swimming in the sea, and, and, Mommy and Daddy got eaten by sh-sharks!” she sobbed.

Chris pulled her close, wiping a stray tear from her face. “Hey, hey, remember what we say when we get all worked up?”

“Deep breaths!”

“Exactly, very good! Let’s all do a big deep breath now, you too, Phoebe,” he told them, trying not to smile as they made it very exaggerative. “Okay. Now listen, Mary, Mommy and I are gonna be fine. If we go to the beach, we probably wouldn’t see any sharks, but even if we did, I’m sure Phoebe would scare them off, wouldn’t you, Phoebs?”

“Yeah! Punch it on the nose, Daddy, like this!” she demonstrated, hitting invisible sharks on the bed with her tiny fists, adding sound effects along with it.

“That’s very good, honey, but I think you just woke your mommy up,”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Mommy!”

“That’s okay, angel, I was already awake,” she white lied, not wanting her to feel bad. “You were very good scaring off those sharks, weren’t you, Phoebs?”

“Yep. That’s my new job. Shark-scarer-off-erer,” she announced proudly, making her parents and sister laugh.

“Ahh, really, how much do they pay you?”

“Um, 5 bucks a week,”

“5 bucks a week to scare off sharks? I think you need to ask for a raise, bubba,” Chris told her jokingly.

“Right, seeing as most of us are awake, shall we get Xylan up and make some breakfast?”

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Forty five minutes later, breakfast was made, eaten, and cleaned up, before the children decided they wanted to do some colouring and drawing at the dining table. Chris and Maya left them to it, choosing to have some mommy-and-daddy time in the living room. They weren’t too far away still as the two rooms were linked with no doors, but far enough that they couldn’t always tell what they were saying. Mary had gone to the bathroom while Xylan and Phoebe carried on with their masterpieces.

“Hey, Xylan, wouldn’t it be nice if we did a nice picture for Mommy and Daddy on the wall?” suggested Phoebe.

“Yeah, they would love that!” They got to work, drawing a family portrait, despite them drawing everyone the same size. “Mommy, Daddy, look!”

Hearing their names, they came over, trying to hide their horrified faces as they saw their newly decorated wall. “Wow, Xy, that’s a… a drawing,” said Chris finally, not really knowing what to say.

“Do you like it, Daddy? Xylan drew him and Mommy and you, and I drew me and Mary. Are you proud of us?” asked Phoebe.

“It’s a lovely drawing, angel, but, you see…” Chris crouched down to their level, “We don’t draw on walls, sweetheart. You can draw on paper, did you need some more paper?”

Chris was immediately met with a face full of guilt. “Oh no, we’re so sorry, Daddy, aren’t we, Xylan? We didn’t mean to!” said Phoebe, starting to cry. “We just wanted to make you a nice drawing!”

“Hey, hey, bubba, come here, it’s okay,” he told her, pulling her into his lap on the floor. “It’s a beautiful drawing, honestly, sweetie, and we’re not mad at the two of you, you didn’t know not to draw on the walls, but will you promise not to do it again?”

“We promise, Daddy,” they replied simultaneously.

“And will you help us paint over it later?” added their mother, smiling at them as they nodded.

Mary had come back from the bathroom by this point, seeing their artwork on the wall. She gasped, making them assume her shock was because of what they did, but she got close to the wall, pointing to her and her sister. “Phoebe, that’s not what we look like!” she retorted, making everybody laugh.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Ohh, S. Take a look at this pretty little boy.

https://pin.it/5fl23oJlq

Look at that smile. That pretty boy just wants to be good, don’t he? People think he’s so strong, such a big manly man. But he’s just a needy little thing. Just needs a strong warm hand to hold him down and fuck him the way he wants. He just wants to go all floaty and stupid, just let Daddy do the work for him.

Y’know, he’d try to speak. Try to tell Daddy how good it feels. But he’d just lose it once his sweet spot keeps gettin’ hammered. Baby boy would just start babblin’, beggin’ Daddy to keep goin’, not stop, “oh, Daddy, feels so good!”

Yeah, and if he could, he’d be purrin’. Sweet boy makin’ sweet sounds, lovin’ the way his Daddy fills him up. Maybe he don’t like feminization as much as Stevie, but if he really wants to surprise Daddy, he’ll slide on some cute little panties. Likes how they make him feel soft and pretty, though he’s always such a pretty boy.

Lord Above, I’ve got a problem.

-Cowboy Anon

[Link] a video of Chris Evans from one of The Grey Man Q&A theater sessions (you know the one... he's wearing that TIGHT fucking yellow/black flannel and his hair is so good)

You're damn fucking right that he's needy. There's no other reason he'd be dressing like that during The Grey Man press tour. He's needy. He was fucking wanting during that tour 😮‍💨😫 all the tight shirts, the responses to interviewers, the fucking strut he has a lot of that most of the time, shhh, I know, it was just unbearable during that particular press tour

I can't imagine all the filthy sounds that he would be making, groans and moans, of course, but also those high, breathy, panting whines, too. Under his breath, trying not to make them but unable to stop. I can't imagine it because if I do... I'm die.

Thank you for your thoughts and for the excuse to drool over this man, in that era, again 🤤

[missmielyhoran]

I read a blurb like this in which Harry’s child calls Chris Evans Daddy and I thought, huh? and this came out, lol. LINK BESTIEEE.

here you go 😌

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

pretty please chris watching you h*mp a p*llow?🥺💕

A/N- I bet Chris would love to catch you like this and wanna watch you get yourself off. 2.3k

Anyone who reads, smut. All smut. Just how this works, expect it. Daddy Kink as well. 

“Dodger, he's gone for another two whole days buddy.” You reach down to ruffle your good boys ears, and he whined again with a huff, making you laugh thoroughly. “Would a bone make you feel better?” As soon as you said bone, the dog's ears perked and you beckoned him to follow you to what you called “The cookie closet.” The pantry.

Opening the door, he charged inside and sat up just as pretty as you could picture, what he always did for a treat. “Hmm, cookie for you, cookie for me? That sound fair?” Reaching in the bag, you dug out a chewy bone for Dodger, who once he had it, he raced off to his bed in the hallway. And you scanned the shelves looking for your favorite Milanos. Pepperidge Farms, you're a lifesaver, you think as you snatch the bag and leave. Since it was getting late, and you had already talked to Chris that evening, you decided it was a good time to turn in for the night. Chris had sounded different, recalling your conversation.

“I miss you, but I'm damn glad your wrapping up soon.” you had spoken into the phone while cooking a meal for one. A fresh salad with some produce you were given by a neighbor from there garden.

“Miss you to Babygirl, a lot more then you know.” His voice sounded weary, like maybe he was overtired. It had been a long six weeks. Normally he didn't sound this tired though.

“You okay Chris?”

“Just ready to be back home with you and Dodger, Babygirl.” 

After turning off the lights, and heading up the stairs, Dodger was snoozing in the hallway still, you go into your bedroom, prying open your bag and flicking on the tv to some comedy program. Glancing at the bed, you bit your lip feeling that all to familiar ache in your lower belly. Not only did you miss your boyfriend for his company, you missed his attention. Six weeks was a really long time. Fuck to long, you been holding out. Masturbating just wasn't the same, but fuck a girl has needs.

You can hold out for two more days. You say to yourself as you proceed to go into the master bath and take your nightly shower. Right? No big deal.

It actually was.

The shower did nothing to relieve that coil settled in your belly, even Chris soft patriots tee was aggravating and while laying on top of the covers, it prickled against your nipples till they ached and kept brushing against your skin in the pleasurable aggravating as hell way. “Jesus Christ” You muttered as you sat up and ripped it off, tossing it aside. “Well, this isn't any better.” You say out loud to no one, your thighs rubbing back and forth to alleviate the friction.

You glance at the nightstand, processing the toys you had available, but hell if any of them really were what you wanted. You wanted Chris. His thick fingers caressing your core and opening you up for him, his cheeky grin looking down at you while he told you to cum for him, his mouth would nip and play with teases against yours until you couldn't take it anymore. Reaching over to grab his pillow, you smother it over your face, breathing in deeply, simply cause it smelled like him, moaning into it before pulling it away.

“God when is the last time I was this fucking needy?.” You ponder as your fingers dig into Chris’s pillow, rubbing it against your body, up and down. Fuck it felt good, heavier than the tee shirt teasing you before. You arch your body into it, pushing your head back. You need more. Fuck how you need more. Spreading your thighs your rub it down over your cunt, grinding into it with a sigh. It's been ages since you humped, and to use Chris’s pillow just seemed naughty. Rubbing yourself all over what was his. You just couldn't resist.

Flipping up, you fold it in half and kneel over it, grinding yourself against his pillow. Reaching a palm behind you to grasp the headboard, and rocking your hips back and forth, giving soft moans, especially when you dipped forward, putting some hard pressure to press against the pubic bone. You got a little bit louder at that one. Just a tad. “Oh fuck.” God, it felt good, naughty to be so needy You had to hump and grind like you were out of control. You stopped holding back, making as much noise as you wanted. Who the hell is gonna hear you?

    Chris happened to catch a later flight. As soon as his part was all over, he didn't bother waiting. “Just have my things sent to me,” he informed the assistants, and taking his essentials, he was gone. Digging his keys out of his pocket, he unlocked the front door and was greeted with a soft warning bark from Dodger, but Chris hushed him as he closed the door, thinking you must be asleep. Hearing his person, Dodger Immediantly scrambled up to Chris, who knelt down to meet him, rubbing your ears and kissing the tip of his black nose. “Hey bubs, you keep Y/N safe?” The steady thump of his tail and whines in greeting coming from Dodger, as well as him trying to toppled him over. “Okay, okay. I'm glad to see you too.”

A soft cry came from upstairs, both Chris and Dodger perk at the noise, followed by a muffled curse. “Well hell... sounds like Y/N is not asleep.” Pushing himself back to a stand, he had Dodger go back off to his bed, and Chris let his jacket slide off his shoulders. Ascending the stairs, your noises grew louder, and he would be lying to say that didn't cause him a hard-on. Pausing at the door, he listened for another moment, and then knocked. You sounded surprised when you called out “Don't come in!”

Chris pushed the door open anyway to find you sitting straddled on a folded pillow, kneeling with a hand fisted in the material bunched between your thighs and a hand clasped over a breast, having been teasing your nipple with tugs and twists will they were swollen.. “Chris! what are you doing here?” You whimpered out, a look of shock and embarrassment crossing your face, and you move as if to pull out the pillow between your thighs.

“Whoa, baby, why you stopping?” He strides over to where your kneeling on the bed, grasping your chin in his thumb and forefinger, looking firmly in your eyes. “Daddy didn't say you could stop, keep going.” Releasing you he moved to sit in a reading chair in the corner of the room, where he had a perfect view of you slowly starting to rock again against the pillow, your eyes not leaving him. “Go on baby, I want to see you get cum all over that pillow.”

You started to ride again, it was slow as you started to get that build up again. “Do it feel good on that pussy that belongs to me, Baby? All nice and wet thinking about riding your daddy?” Chris asked as he pressed his palm against his erection in his jeans, your body starting to bounce a little more.

“Y-Yes it does, Not as good as you though.” You whine pressing down into the pillow as hard as you can, rubbing the cotton against your mound. “I rather it be your fingers, or your cock.” You whined at him and Chris shook his head with a click of his tongue in disagreement.

“Not yet, Baby. Like I said, I want to see you cum on that pillow. Then we will see what happens after that.” Blue eyes roamed over your body, from your tense thighs clasping the pillow in place, your pussy starting to look raw and glistening the more you worked on getting yourself off. He rubbed at his beard as you continued rocking hips, your torso flexing with your movements, your breasts bouncing, perfect mouthfuls for him. All the way to your face starting to twist again in pleasure. Soft little whines going high pitched the closer you got.

“Okay, rub at your clit, make yourself cum,” Chris instructed as he shifted his long legs out further and he opened his pants, withdrawing his hard stiff length, watching you, who he considered his, so fucking beautiful, getting yourself off.  

It was quite exciting for you, being instructed in what to do, and you prominently did as you were told, wetting your fingertips with a suck between your lips and dipping between your thighs, teasing, and circling around your bud before touching yourself, building up the momentum. You looked over at Chris with his hand fisted around his length, slowly rubbing up and down it, his chest heaving a bit more, and he nodded at you. “Keep going Baby. Do as your Daddy says.”

So you did, you didn't want to disappoint him and your fingers were familiar with the motions, knew just what twists and pressure was needed and your head tipped back as you bounced on the pillow as if you were riding Chris, tugging on your bottom lip in concentration till you snapped, warmth flooding from between your thighs and buzzing pleasure racing through your body, you twitched and quivered as you slammed yourself back down, feeling your cunt trying to find what you really wanted. “Look at me, Baby.” He growled out, and with a heaving breath that expanded your chest, your head dropped to see him, his swollen cock twitching as he rubbed his palm and fingers up and down the velvet hardness, thick veins throbbing.

His other hand patted his slack clad thigh beckoning you over. You moved off the pillow, your slick coating your cunt, your inner thighs. Sensitive as you moved over his leg, but not sitting down yet. “I'm so glad your home already” you purr as your hands push into his hair and his hand cups your mound, rubbing between your folds. “Me too, this is a perfect welcome home.” Pulling his hand away, you lower onto his thigh, and the slacks material clings right to your wet cunt, Chris can already feel it soaking into the fabric.

He took a hand that was braced against his chest, flipping it so he could see your palm and spit in it, bringing it down to his cock, that you promptly started to work him, rocking your hips back and forth against his thigh, your soft little whimpers coming more frequently this time compared to last time. “Better than the pillow? My pillow?” Chris’s lips turned into a smirk as you nodded, confirming what he knew. Fingers dug into your waist, rolling you forward when you rolled back to him, grinding your sensitive little clit into him.

“Nasty girl, rubbing herself all over Daddy’s pillow.” Still clearly amused at your antics, you couldn't help but grin at him in a teasing manner, even as he released your hips and pulled your forward to the thicker part of his thigh. Your hand gripped down below his cock and rolled his testicles in your palms running fingers through short bristles of hair. You licked your lips while watching his nostrils flare, his eyelids flutter just a bit before you went back to stroking his cock, thumb twirling around his swollen head. “I was so fucking horny and needed to. YOU said you were not gonna be back right away.” Of course, you were playing with your accusations. Chris arched a brow listening to you and arched his hips to fill your hand once more.

“So fucking horny and needed to hump a pillow that waiting for two days was impossible?” Chris drifted off and removed his hand from your back, gripping your chin between his fingers and dragging down till you opened your mouth. Letting his fingers he had touched you with earlier fill your mouth. “Suck, if your that horny, that should be a treat.” Your lips clasped around, and let your tongue draw them in further, collecting your taste. Cupping a breast, he nipped around the curve, and drew a tongue through the cleavage, latching onto a nipple to tease, popping off as you squealed slightly around his fingers. “Tender Baby?” moving up your collarbone, and releasing your hip to grasp the back of your neck, pulling his hand away from your mouth and claiming your lips as his own, dropping those soaked digits to tease your clit, have you cum all over his leg. He hissed as your grasp tightened around him, and he jerked his hips faster to cum, your mouth dropped open and your eyes closed, but he was quick to snap you out of that. “Eyes on me baby...”

Meeting his, your watered slightly with being so closed and trying so hard to do as he asked, that when you did come, drenching his slacks and grinding down as hard as you could, ribbons of cum shot all over your bouncing breasts and over your face, Chris reaching his own orgasm. Bracing your hand against his chest to keep upright as he sunk back into the chair, his face one of bliss as much as you knew yours was. Appreciative Blue Eyes roamed your body, and he reached up to smear it into your skin. “Fucking beautiful, I should come home early more often.”

Pulling you into his chest, you wriggled in closer, and he kissed your neck, rubbing the small of your back. “You want to go take a quick clean up shower, then I will finish with you.”

You lifted your head. “Finish with me?” Chris chuckled softly. “Oh, you didn't think we were done babygirl? Oh hell no, we're not done till your cumming around my cock tonight.” Giving a slight swat to your ass.

“Better not keep me waiting too long.”  

[danny-pino-group-therapy]

AU, Characters and Other Actors

“Mr. Ford” This is a smut based on Ben’s character in 12 Years a Slave, A anon sent a prompt about his outfit and now that I think of it, it’s pretty hot.

“Happy Yule Benedict” This is a harry potter/Benedict cross over where Ben is a student at Hogwarts and has a little thing for Luna.

“The Goddess of Light” A Sci-Fi. I don’t even know how to describe this one…Smut

“Loki’s Mixup” Accidentally drinking Loki’s passion potion could lead to some major complications.

“Prince Tom” An AU where you find some interesting things about Tom that you never would have guessed.

“Is He Really So Bad After All?" Being a lonely girl on the U.S.S Enterprise has been a constant nightmare when it came to dealing with some of your co-workers. A prisoner is brought on board by the name of Khan. He changes your life forever.

Chapter two… The Escape - You and Khan attempt to escape from the Enterprise.

"Benedict, the Son of Ares” Benedict, a half blood born to the Greek god Ares has a little hard time figuring out his place among his kind.

“Office Lunch” A Chris Evans smut. Chris has come to the office for “lunch”, what does he have in mind?

“A Birthday Walk” Chris and you go on a walk to celebrate his birthday.

“A Hero’s Silver Linings"  After nearly 70 years Steve Rogers has awoken in New York City. Will his life be turned upside down or will he be able to adjust to the changing times and the new ways of society.

“That's Enough” A Steve Rogers short reflection fic

"The Ladies and Gentlemen Network” The day Sherlock Holmes was due to depart for exile, the world’s only consulting detective was called back after a message from Moriarty was broadcasted all over London.

“Chris Pine in ‘The Baker’"  Trying to bake something without Chris’s help is next to impossible.

"Chris Pine in ‘First Laid Eyes on You’” Fun little fluffy story with Chris and You playing games..

"Chris Pine in ‘Not The Only Actor’” Trying to surprise Chris takes a little planning.

“Evans Ice Bucket Challenge” A nice smut follows Chris’s Ice Bucket Challenge

“Chris Evans in ‘Peaceful Paradise’” A cute fluffy smut with Chris Evans.

“Chris Pine in ‘I Thought I Lost You’” After a fight you walk out on the date, will things work out?

“Love Will Find A Way” A Reader x Khan Fic. Reader is the prisoner care taker on the Enterprise and grows close to Khan. Part 2. Part 3.

“The Giggle Kisses”

               Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

"A Birthday Treat for Tom” A birthday celebration for Tom

“Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Peace” Benedict Cumberbatch

“Text Tease” Benedict Cumberbatch

“Shhh Sleep” Benedict Cumberbatch

“A Simple Night” Tom Hiddleston

"The Way It Is” Chris Evans

“Love Being Close to You” Chris Evans

“Celebrate Tonight” Tom Hiddleston

“Nobody Else Gives Me A Thrill” Tom Hiddleston anniversary dance fluff

7 Days

           Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 Part 1, Chapter 3 Part 2

Daddy!Tom

“Just Stress" Part Two Part Three A Part Three B

"Burnt Cookies For Daddy”

“The Lullaby”

Henry Cavill

Doctor Cavill

Nick Amaro/Miguel Galindo

A Tale of Two Brothers

A Tale of Two Brothers Pt 2

Gingerbread House

I Hate You