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[f10werfae]

A Daddy’s girl

pairing: Dad!Ari Levinson x Milf!Reader

summary: Dad!Ari and Milf!Reader give their babygirl her well needed bath and reward themselves with a bit of soft kissy sex (soft!dom!ari) (slight somnophilia/cockwarming)

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“youre so perfect momma, so good to our precious” Ari mumbled into Y/n’s ear, hugging her closely from behind, one of his hands groping her breast greedily as her vest now had wet patches from her milk leaking through. “I want you to use me baby, take what you need from me okay? You deserve it” He whispered kissing down her nape, feeling her shiver and nuzzle her ass back onto him.

“awh hey babygirl, ya love bein’ with your momma don’t ya pretty girl” Ari cooed letting his hand run over his baby girl’s head, her cute little face grinning under the water as his wife gently poured water over her. At 2 months old she was the cutest tiny thing, Ari and Y/n were absolutely smitten with the life they had created, “Babe, babe look she’s doin’ that same face you do” Y/n giggled watching while her babygirl squirmed and formed that famous Levinson grump on her face.

Grabbing their camera from the bathroom counter Ari quickly snapped a shot of his best girls in the bathtub, his wife and babygirl so clearly full of love for each other, even though he was sure their babygirl was more likely milk drunk having just been breastfed by her momma, his perfect wife. “You’re so beautiful ya know that?” Leaning over the tub he let his forehead lean against Y/n’s his lips meeting hers briefly before their babygirl starting cooing again clearly not liking the fact she wasn’t the centre of attention.

“Hm it’s okay pretty you’re still momma’s number one angel, daddy’s just a stinky man” Y/n joked cuddling a now towel covered baby into her chest. “Stinky huh? Well if I remember right i’m not the one that’s shit herself twice today” Ari said giving his little girl the stink eye, her tiny fists already reaching out for him with her mouth opening for a little yawn to make its way out. Kissing her husband’s neck sloppily, Y/n got out of the bathtub after her daughter leaving Ari to dry and dress their babygirl.

“Youre so pretty ya know that? Yes you do” Setting her onto the changing table Ari quickly put on her diaper, “I know pretty its so cold out here isn’t it? Dada’s nearly done baby” He reassured her, watching as she reacted to the cold lotion on her skin, clearly wanting some warmth from her daddy. Choosing a soft blue onesies accompanied by her sleep snuggie, he got her all wrapped up and in his arm within minutes, her sweet soft baby scent filling his nostrils as he cupped her head against his broad shoulder.

Mini Levinson lifted her head up slightly giving her daddy the biggest set of puppy eyes before her head become too heavy and she had to set it back down; effectively pulling at his heartstrings once again. “You got those eyes from your momma, both of you got daddy under your spell, you’re daddy’s perfect lil angel, all mommy’s and mine’s” He whispered nuzzling his nose against hers, softly padding into their bedroom he spotted his wife changed and only wearing one of his oversized tanks.

“There’s my girl” Y/n cooed brushing out her hair, instantly putting the hairbrush down to rush over and pepper her mini me in kisses, the tiny tot soon finding comfort in the binky Y/n put in her mouth. The tiny suckling sounds filling the room as her eyes slowly shut, her fists grabbing tightly onto her daddy’s shirt.

“She loves her dada” Y/n whispered tucking her in tighter into her snuggie, “Hell yeah she does, she’s my babygirl” Ari whispered, “Wait for me in bed momma, i’ll put our little precious down for the night alright? You’ve done enough for us today” Without another word Ari found himself in the room next door, a pastel purple room filled with all the toys, books and necessities for their growing girl. Her bassinet sat right in the corner with no pillows or blankets, for safety reasons, but her cute little night light sat down by the floor giving her some comfort.

“See ya in the mornin’ sweetpea, daddy’s gonna miss ya tonight” Gently setting the half asleep Levinson into her bassinet, he patted her bottom and back for a few minutes to lull her into a deep sleep, until he finally found it okay to step out. Turning on the white noise machine he tiptoed back to their bedroom, breathing out a sigh of relief when he saw his wife just cuddled up waiting for him on his side of the bed.

“Hey hotstuff don’t you look delicious” Ari chuckled crawling over to her, plopping himself right on top of her, his weight pinning her down in a comforting way. “You’re so funny, daddy” Y/n teased kissing his pink plump lips, letting her tongue mingle with his for a short wet kiss before he nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck; his arms wrapping around her soft belly bringing her close against his chest. “momma ya know what that name does ta me, makes me wanna make you big n’ full of me again” He growled slowly grinding his hardening cock against her bare ass..

“I-i’m tired Ari baby, our baby boo had me running in circles today” She whined feeling her body start to calm, although a part of her felt the wetness start to pool around her thighs. “I know she did, our little girl tired herself out, was sleepin’ by the time I got her into the crib” He chuckled just softly humping their bodies together, her quiet whines and whimpers causing him to smile and kiss her out of pride.

“youre so perfect momma, so good to our precious” Ari mumbled into Y/n’s ear, hugging her closely from behind, one of his hands groping her breast greedily as her vest now had wet patches from her milk leaking through. “I want you to use me baby, take what you need from me okay? You deserve it” He whispered kissing down her nape, feeling her shiver and nuzzle her ass back onto him.

“Need you inside honey, wanna feel you closer” Pulling Ari’s hand up inside her vest, she let it rest on her wet milky breasts, before using her hands to pull out his pre-cum leaking cock from inside his sweatpants. “feel the heat radiating from your pussy? all the love she has to give daddy” Both of them let out strained gasps once he slid in easily, knowing they hadn’t felt this close in weeks since their babygirl had most of their devoted attention. “I love you so much beautiful”

“I-I love you too Ari- fuck” Crying out her legs started to shake once Ari’s hand had snuck around and started to toy with her precious little button, her swollen clit begging to be played with as it stood proud out of her thick lips. “Don’t touch there d-“ Ari’s fingers slowly and carefully traced over the stretch marks which now littered her stomach and thighs, something he knew had thrown her off.

“They mean a lot to me so let me love them as if they're mine and not yours." He whispered back, feeling her pussy clench around his cock every few seconds, signifying that she was nearing her finish. To stimulate her even further his thick fingers found her wet hard nipples, tugging at them to squirt more milk out onto the vest which now clung to her like a swimsuit; no doubt their bedsheets were now soaked.

“M’gonna cum babe, so bad” Y/n whimpered reaching back to cling onto the hair at the back of Ari’s neck, her voice muffled as Ari stuck his milk soaked fingers into her mouth before putting it into his, “Milk tastes so good momma” Their bodies rocked and humped without abandon, the sound of skin slapping filled the room, the cool air conditioning preventing them from becoming stuffy. It only took a few more seconds before the band in her stomach snapped and she creamed all over his cock, him in turn filling her to the brim, a cream mixture collecting at the base of his cock.

“You want me to pull out baby? or plug you up with my cock and keep you full”

“Stay, I want you to stay in me daddy” She shuddered trying to shuffle back, trying to stuff more of him inside her, keeping her warm and stuffed just like she wanted. Eventually the both of them fell asleep, with him slowly fucking her throughout the night, even finding himself being fucked awake when she rode him at the first sign of daylight just before their parental duties came into full swing. God how he loved his woman.

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[tawaifeddiediaz]

just realized that if christopher were to watch that video eddie took of him in 2x10 meeting santa, he would hear buck in the background fondly and proudly saying, “i really admire that kid. i love the way he always wants to do everything on his own.”

#zee rambles #yeah i’m gonna go be in tears about this #cause can you imagine being an adult and hearing one of the people who you think of as a father talk so proudly about you to your dad??? #literally imagining chris uncovering that video has me in so many tears #and to know that buck was genuine about it and yeah #eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz #home videos are so emotional

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Milk and Cookies » Steve Rogers/Captain America

December 5th

Pairings: Husband/Dad!Steve Rogers x Wife/Mom!Reader with son James

Summary: Steve’s and Y/N’s 4 year old son can’t sleep so Steve lets him snack on milk and cookies.

Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness, hugs and kisses, cuddling, nicknames for son (buddy, sweetie), pet names for Y/N (sweetheart)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

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“Daddy!” Steve hears a little voice.

“Daddy!” He hears again with a small hand tapping his arm.

Steve’s eyes open to see his and your 4 year old son James standing on his side of the bed. He checked the time on his phone which displayed 1:32am.

“What’s wrong, buddy? Why aren’t you in bed?” Steve asks, rubbing his eyes.

“Can’t sleep.” James says with a pout.

“You can’t sleep?” He says.

“No.” James nodded his head.

“I have an idea.” Steve says, getting out of bed.

Steve picked up James and quietly went downstairs so him and James didn’t wake you up. Steve sat James on the counter and rummaged through the cabinets causing James to furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

“What you doing, daddy?” James asks.

“Looking for the cookies.” He says.

“Cookies?” James asks, tilting his head slightly.

“Yes. Cookies.” Steve says.

When Steve found the cookies, he put them on the counter next to James and grabbed two cups and the milk from the fridge.

“Your grandma did this when I was your age when I couldn’t sleep.” Steve says as he poured milk in the cups.

“Your mommy did let you eat milk and cookies past your bedtime?” James asks.

“Sometimes.” He says with a smile.

Steve grabbed a couple of cookies, giving one to James. James took it from his daddy and dipped it in the milk and took a bite of it.

“Daddy, who was I named after?” James asks curiously.

“You were named after uncle Bucky. Daddy’s best friend.” Steve tells him.

“I thought his name was Bucky?” He asks confused.

“It is. His middle name is Buchanan, but he goes by Bucky.” Steve explains.

“Oh ok.” James eats the rest of his cookie. “Can I watch cartoons?” He asks.

“Normally I would say no, but yes you can. Don’t tell mommy.” He says.

“No tell mommy.” James says.

Steve cleaned up the little mess of cookie crumbs on the counter and put the cookies away. He picked James up off the counter and walked to the living room and sat down on the couch with him in his arms.

“What do you want to watch?” Steve asks, turning on the TV.

“SpongeBob!” James says excitedly, clapping his hands.

“Why SpongeBob?” He asks.

“Uncle Peter lets me watch it at his house and he’s funny!” He tells his daddy.

Steve chuckled at his son’s cuteness and put SpongeBob on. It didn’t take long for James to fall asleep. Steve noticed and grabbed a blanket from the other side of the couch. He carefully laid down with James on his chest and covered the both of them up. He wrapped his arms around him protectively and kissed the top of his head. Steve fell asleep soon after.

When morning came, you rolled over to wrap your arm around your husband only to find out that he wasn’t in bed. You got out of bed and went to James’s bedroom, thinking Steve was in there, but he wasn’t. You began to panic. You quickly went downstairs, but heard the sound of the TV coming from the living room. You went to the living room to see James playing with some of his toys on the floor and Steve sleeping on the couch which made you feel relieved. James looked up and smiled.

“Good morning, mommy!” James smiles.

“Good morning, sweetie!” You bent down to kiss his forehead.

“Daddy sleeping.” He says in almost a whisper.

“I see that.” You say.

You sat down on the couch and leaned down to give Steve a kiss on his cheek making him smile. He opened his eyes to see you sitting next to him. Steve sat up and gave you a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Do you want to explain why you were in bed when I woke up?” You asked your husband.

“James couldn’t sleep last night.” Steve says.

“Daddy let me eat milk and cookies and let me watch cartoons, but you’re not supposed to know!” James chimes in.

“Oh really?” You say, looking at your husband.

“I thought it would help him sleep.” He says.

“I did go back to sleeps!” James says.

“Well that’s good. What do you want for breakfast?” You asked.

“Pancakes!” James says with excitement.

“Alright. You two stay here and I’ll make breakfast.” You say, standing up and went to the kitchen.

“Thank you!” James and Steve say at the same time.

“You’re welcome!” You say back.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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[chrisevansonly]

Little Duck

(Little Duck AU 🐥💛)

Dad!Chris Evans x Wife!Reader

Summary: There is a reason behind your husbands nickname for your daughter, I mean what can you say, he loves his little duck

Warnings: non, just pure fluffy dad Chris

A/N: I love dad Chris, I don't care what anyone says, this was purely self indulgent again, so enjoy! Also I used Arlie as a name again because I just love it<3

Word Count: 763

Now there were two reasons your husband Chris had come up with the nickname little duck for your newly turned two year old daughter Arlie, both of which were the cutest reasons in the world. When Arlie was born Lisa had given you and Chris this adorable fluffy yellow duckling stuffy that Arlie was attached too from the day she started being able to actually hold and recognize toys. Everywhere she went, that duckling stuffy went with her. The second reason was that she had just started walking more independently and when she walked, she walked like a duck, a little waddle Chris would call it, and it was the cutest thing you’d ever seen

“Come on little duck, let’s get you a snack”

Chris has called out to Arlie whose little feet started hitting the hardwood floor as quickly as her little legs would go, the sound echoing through to the den where you were curled up on the couch with a book

“daddy snack!”

You could hear her little voice call back which sometimes although you’d hate to admit it, made tears fill your eyes, she was just so damn precious

“Yeah princess, snack time”

Chris picked her up and put her in the highchair that rested just beside the island in the kitchen, placing a few options down on the tray table, some cheerios, strawberries, banana’s cucumber, and some of her favourite flavour of yogurt 

“There we go little duck, yummy snacks”

She clapped her little hands letting out a noise of excitement 

“’ank you daddy”

You were still working on some of the more complex words for her age, although she could say many things, her speech had been much slower to develop than some of her peers in daycare. Chris placed a kiss on her forehead 

“You’re welcome baby” 

Arlie began to pick at certain things eating quietly until she seemed to realize something was missing, she had forgotten her yellow duck over by you in the den, which luckily, you’d started to walk over with 

“Ducky?”

Chris chuckled looking towards you as you appeared beside Arlie and placed a kiss on her cheek

“You looking for ducky baby?’

Arlie nodded before stuffing a strawberry slice into her mouth, you watched until she was finished chewing before pulling the yellow stuffy out from behind your back, Arlie’s face breaking out into a massive smile before giggling and reaching for it 

“We can’t eat with ducky though okay baby? I’m going to put him in front of you and he can wait until your full” 

Arlie pouted for a few moments before getting distracted in some yogurt she had spilled which allowed Chris some time to place a soft kiss to your lips as he tugged you into his side 

“She’s growing up so fast, it’s making me sad”

You laughed rubbing your hand along Chris’s back gently, Arlie was only two now and you both hadn’t discussed another baby yet, but it wasn’t off the table 

“You know two isn’t that old honey”

“Well, I know…but”

You leaned further into him reading his mind almost before saying 

“You miss when she was itty bitty huh?”

He nodded letting out a little sigh before jumping in to clean off Arlie’s yogurt covered face, placing her down onto the floor and handing her ducky 

“I wouldn’t be opposed to another, if that’s what you’re getting at…”

Chris paused and turned to look at you, his eyes lighting up 

“Really? You mean that?”

You nodded your head 

“I think it’s time little duck over here had a sibling”

As if knowing you were talking about her Arlie began walking towards you, that cute little waddle that both you and Chris adored highlighted as she bounded towards you 

“Ducky ducky!”

You laughed reaching down to pick her up and toss her in the air a little, filling the room with her tiny laughter, kisses being placed across her chubby cheeks when she came down. Moments like these always stopped Chris’s heart a little bit because it was all he’d ever wished for, for as long as he could remember. So, when he watched his wife and their beautiful little girl laugh and play around in their home, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like with another little one running around 

“You are just the cutest little duck aren’t you, daddy thinks so too”

Chris smiled pulling you both in for a hug before leaning down and covering the two of you in kisses 

“The cutest little duck indeed.”

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[satellite-evans]

Chris Evans loving on his pregnant wife for 20 minutes straight

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: a fan made a video about your husband not being able to keep himself from talking about you and your unborn child at all times.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Fluff. Like y’all know you can’t expect anything else from me at this point

A/N: I would like to say before y'all come to me and say 'my omg you copied @astranva how could you' I didn't. Nova herself is cool with it and I'm just sick of you guys always putting us against each other. We are both fluff writers for the same white dude. Similarities are going to happen. So please, don't attack me, and don't full nova's inbox with bullshit. Thank you. <3

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, talks, vents, recommendations or just simple questions are always welcome.

Happy reading xxx

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.

Chris Evans is a well-known name in Hollywood. Not only for his looks, his iconic role as Captain America, and his famous left boob grab, but the way he kept talking about you in all his interviews.

There was no denying that he was obsessed with you and even more since you carried his child. This obsession was even noticed by fans that they couldn't help but make a video about their favorite Marvel star.

Chris Evans loving on his pregnant wife for 20 minutes straight.

The trending internet video started with a clip of Chris in his famous white suit standing in front of the cameras at the knives out the premiere.

While everyone was screaming at him and trying to get his attention, his eyes were only locked on you, mesmerized by your beauty and making sure you were okay, that the baby was fine.

"Hey Chris, how are you? Good to see you." The voice of the extratv journalist was heard while she was shaking his hand.

"What was it like to be a part of it and work with the cast?" Her first question came immediately after the introduction and made Chris think for a few seconds.

" Uh, I-It was uh, very humbling, y'know a-a lot very talented people who've had uh very long career in this industry so, a lot to learn."

Just when the interviewer was going to shoot him with another question, Chris showed he was clearly not done with his answer.

"Also, also I would like to say that it meant a lot to my wife, Y/N, too." He pointed towards you, where you were standing next to his publicist, trying not to take his thunder away tonight with your very pregnant belly.

"Oh yeah, Y/N is also here tonight! Let's let her join in this interview too!"

Chris then waved the woman off "No, that's okay. She doesn't like this type of thing and I want to respect that. But yeah, she is the reason I accepted this-the job. She is, y'know- my wife is very into detective work and solving crimes so when the opportunity came I just-I had to take it to make her happy."

The next clip showed Chris yet with another interviewer, but this time he was sitting in front of her with Ana de Armas next to him.

"So first, I wanted to say congratulations to Chris. You and your wife are expecting a baby."

In an instant, a smile grew on his face, and he got excited since the conversation was his favorite topic.

"That's right, yeah." He said, with a smirk on his face and his pink in his mouth.

"So how does that feel, becoming a dad after waiting all those years?"

He answered the question with such ease, " It is exciting, but also intimidating, in a way." He started, "Just like you said the need- I wanted to have a family for so long, you think I would've mentally prepared myself, but it is nothing like that. You're scared, you're nervous, you-you constantly thinking if you're going to be a great dad, y'know? All these questions come up and make you more anxious than you already are but, thankfully I have Y/N, she-"

"Omg, she is amazing," Ana interrupted him.

Chris nodded immediately, agreeing with her statement.

"So amazing. I mean, honestly, without her, I think I would be lost. She is the best wife, the best friend, and I know she is going to be the best mother for our child. I-I don't know what I would do without her."

"That's so cute. I'm so happy for you, Chris."

The next clip was him in Massachusetts, on a set of Defending Jacob posing in front of the cameras with a bunch of fans.

"Man, when are you growing your hair back, we loved it in infinity war!" A man said while recording the encounters between Chris and his fans. He smiled and looked towards the guy who said: " I'm sorry but, the wife doesn't like it, so it's not gonna happen. Whatever she wants."

With that, he waved at the fans for the last time before going back to his trailer. He almost missed the guy's response:

"Never thought Captain America was gonna be pussy-whipped!"

Without turning back, Chris shouted back to him : "Why are you saying like it's a bad thing!"

Another video was added of him at the tonight show starring Jimmy Fallon.

"Did you-where you sad when you had to do the end-last scene?" Jimmy asked him after they started talking about the success of Avengers Endgame.

"Yeah, it was very emotional. I mean, it's emotional. These movies are a huge part of your life. And so, when they come to an end, it really it has an impact. But thankfully, I had my wife by my side who supported me throughout everything and, y'know, was there when I needed that extra emotional support."

"Speaking of your wife, Y/N, congratulations buddy she is pregnant!"

The whole crowd started cheering and clapping, Including Jimmy himself, and Chris could only smile and nod, showing how proud he was.

"Yeah, she is. We're expecting a child together, which sounds so odd when I say it because my dream I had for years finally became a reality."

The whole audience was awed, making Chris swoon.

"I am so happy for you pal, I truly am. So how far along is she?"

He looked in the air, thinking and making sure he was giving the right answers.

"She is- tomorrow she will be 7 months pregnant, yeah. Again, I couldn't be more excited about the whole thing. She is incredible. I mean literally, words don't even describe how much she means to me. I love her so much and can't wait to meet our baby."

"That's incredible news, buddy."

The final clip of the video was a self-recorded video Chris made to wish one of his fans a happy birthday.

"Hey Josh, it's me, Chris Evans. So your friends told me you turned 21, and I just wanted to say, have a happy birthday buddy. You're finally at the age that you can drink, at least legally, so go out and have a drink and enjoy it with your friends as much as you can. I would've joined you guys, but y'know, the missus is pregnant and we don't want her to scream at us like a street cat, do we?"

The video also caught you screaming from behind.

"Hey, I heard that!"

"I was just joking honey, all good here!" Chris screamed back. " She just proved my point," he whispered "anyway, happy birthday buddy, thank you for all the love, and enjoy your day. I've gotta show some love to my wife. Don't want her to get too mad at me. See you later, pal."

The video was so loved that it got 10 million in just one day and received many comments from fans:

user1: plsss the way he looks at her, he's down BAD

user2: when is someone going to talk about me the way Chris is talking about his pregnant wife?? WHEN???

user3: I love how he randomly brings up y/n during any conversation lmao

user4: NOT THE STREET CAT LMAOOO

The video got so much love that it even caught the attention of the man himself, Chris Evans.

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[sweetsbfreex]

the super seller patch!

Warning: none

Pairings: dad!mafia/gang!steve rogers x wife!reader

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“Mommy’s gonna make sure you get your patch!” You tell your five-year-old daughter, Elysia, while you fix her blue, decorated vest. 

You’re kneeling in front of her small form, silently swooning at how adorable she looked in her uniform. Dressed in her blue beret, matching blue skirt, a white collared shirt, her favorite sneakers, and a white, polka’d fanny pack to store the cash.

She was excited and fidgety as you explained exactly what she would do. But she smiled up at you, her front tooth gone, as she listened to you intently. 

“Okay, mommy!” 

You stand up after kissing her full cheeks, guiding her to Steve’s office door. She looks back at you one more time, as her tiny fist stands parallel to the door. Eyebrows furrowed in uncertainty. 

“Go ahead” you whisper, smiling. 

She nods and smiles in return before her knuckles rasp against the wood door. 

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The room's attention is taken by the Jacobean stained door. Steve smirks knowing that knocking pattern anywhere. He couldn’t count on one hand how many times a day he’d hear it on his door. Followed by an “Are you almost free daddy?” while one of his favorite faces poked through the gap. 

“Come in” Steve ushers in, a soft smile on his face when his little girl toddles in groaning softly at the weight of the door, but as always she steps in the room. 

“Hi daddy!” She bobs on her tippy-toes, causing her pigtails to bounce as she waves her arm at her father (who sits at the head of the table.) 

“Hi baby doll, how can I help you?” 

“I’m— I’m trying to get my S-super seller patch.”

She tells him everything he needs to hear, smiling at how adorable she looked in her outfit. 

“That’s great, baby, go ahead,” he tells her with an elbow set on the table while his bearded chin sits in his palm, watching the heir in her come out as she starts her rounds at the table. 

“Hi!” She stops in front of a buff, grumpy man; his hair is pulled back in a bun and the sides shaved. “I’m Elysia, I’m selling cookies to earn my super seller patch, would you like to buy cookies?” She recites, and quickly after pops a smile so her dimples are displayed. She may only be five, but she knew exactly how to work her cuteness to her upper hand. 

The man, Wong, holds up his hand and shakes his head softly, “No, thank—“

Steve clears his throat, eyes going flint-eyed towards the new recruit. He still had a lot to learn and this was one of them. Under his rule, Elysia was a princess; if she wanted a piggy back ride you’d agree, if she wanted a tea party you’d agree, and if she wanted you to buy some cookies you’d definitely agree. 

“Actually,” he starts, smiling nervously at the Girl Scout and glancing at Mr. Rogers as he takes the clipboard and pen, “I’ll buy 15 trefoils.”

“Thanks!” She beams, taking the clipboard back once he’s finished and stashing the cash in her fanny pack. 

She continues, no one has the guts to say no to her and she lights up inside when she’s handed big bill after big bill. 

Mr. Laufeyson purchases twenty boxes of Savannah Smiles and three boxes of trefoils. This information causes the sound of snickering to flow in the room. 

“What?” He snaps,when he turns his head everyone is quick to hide their smiles and laughter.  

“I never would’ve pictured you as a Savannah Smiles guy,” chuckles Mr. Strange. 

Mr. Kent purchases forty-five boxes of thin mints. Mr. Wade orders fifteen thin mints and fifteen do-si-dos. 

She steps in front of her uncle

“Hi Uncle Sam!” 

“Hi Princess, I see you’re selling cookies?” 

“Yea, would y’wanna buy some?” She holds out the clipboard, a smile on her face.

“Are you kidding me, hand that over” he smiles, his gap on display. Without a second thought he writes the number 75 next to his name. It didn’t matter what he got, as long as he put a smile on his co-god daughter's face (yes, ‘co’ because Bucky and Sam wouldn’t stop arguing over who her Godfather would be, and you and Steve weren’t sure if you wanted any more kids.) 

She takes the clipboard and the cash, eyes blowing wide at the double digit number, “seventy-five!! Thank you so much, Uncle Sam!” Throwing herself into his arms. 

“No problem” he smiles, squeezes her, then kisses the top of her head. 

She skips her way to her Uncle Bucky.

“Hi Uncle Bucky! I’m selling cookies to earn my super seller patch, would you like to buy cookies?” 

“Of course, skipper, I couldn’t leave my goddaughter hanging like that could I?” 

By his name he writes the number 80 and hands it and the cash to Elysia. Her eyes grow even wider at the number. There were a lot of things Elysia hadn’t learned at the ripe age of five, but one thing she did was that 80 is larger than 75.

“Eighty! Thank you so much!” She hugs her uncle tightly. Who smiles down at her and kisses her head also. 

“Leysia, you mind if I see that clipboard,” 

She looks up at him with concern in her eyes, before handing the clipboard over. Before she knows it, he’s handed it back to her. The number seventy-five is crossed out and its place is ninety-five. One thing each man could not stand was being upstaged by the other, especially in front of their goddaughter.

Bucky snatches the clipboard from his hands, taking a pen from the pocket in his suit jacket. Crossed off is the number eighty and its place one-hundred. Sam takes it back quickly writing another, and the cycle continues three more times before they finally call it a truce. 

Elysia collects the money with pure giddy, at this rate she’d get way past the super seller patch! 

Finally, she trots over to her father who lifts her onto his lap, kisses her cheek before tickling her a little bit as she squirms in her lap giggling. 

“Let’s see how well you swindled these chumps,” he jokes, looking over the paper as he calculated the numbers in his head. “295 boxes! All right doll” he nudged her chin with his knuckle. “You’re well on your way past the super seller patch, you might even get the top cookie seller patch,” he grins. 

“Really!”

“Really” he answers, “You head back to mom, okay, I’ll see you guys at home later.” 

“Okay, see you, love you” she wraps an arm around his neck before kissing his bristly cheek. 

“I love you too” 

-

He just walked through their bedroom door right when she slipped on her navy, silk nightie. 

“You” he points at her then crooks it back and forth. 

She sauntered over to him with a meek smile on her face, throwing both arms around his waist. 

“Yes,” she answers sweetly. 

He had to keep his mind on track, but the smell of her lotion was doing things to him. 

“You.” He takes her cheeks in his palms, pulling her in for one kiss, “You are diabolical, you know that?”

“Well” you hum, “You call it diabolical, I call it networking.” You shrug. “She was freaking out over the patch, how much did she end up getting.”

“Two-ninety-five” he grins. 

“Awhh, was she happy?” You ask. 

“She was ecstatic,” he motions with his hand. 

“You’re such a good dad,” you hum, eyes going low as your finger trailed the side of his jaw then over his eyebrow. 

“You’re a terrific mom” he responds, leaning so his lips locked with yours. He pulls back, “Is this night ending how I think it will”

“Maybe?” you answer, pecking his chin. 

Before you know it, everything is upside down and a stinging pain on your ass.

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Daddy's Little Girl

A/N: Ik this isn't top gun but I was looking through my drafts and thought this was the cutest ever so I decided to post :)

Warnings: Reader and Chris get into a little argument and Chris is a little sad but other than that fluff.

Mob!Dad!Chris Evans x Wife!Mom!Reader

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You missed the days when all Bella could do was babble incoherently in your and Chris' arms. She had recently turned four and you felt like time was going so fast. Too fast. She was more talkative than ever and just as curious. She was always asking questions and learning new words. Bella's new favorite pastime has become interrupting Chris when he has meetings at home.

Since before Bella was born, you knew she was going to be a daddy's girl. Chris has been promising her the world since the day you two found out you were pregnant. If it wasn't for you, she would probably already have an island named after her and a pony. The man could run all of Boston and more, but when his little girl wanted ice cream for breakfast, she got ice cream for breakfast.

No matter how hard he tried he couldn't tell his little girl no. Even when she would come and interrupt his meetings. He didn't have the heart to look into her eyes that reflected yours and say no. Time was always going by so quick and sooner than he'd like to. There's going to be a time when she doesn't come running to him, so while he still can he will always welcome her with open arms. You know how serious Chris' meetings can get, and because he can't say no, you do your best to keep her as far from his office as possible.

Chris was having one of his most intense meetings yet. He had told you of some of the problems they were having with shipping. Product was going "missing", getting stolen on routes, and mysteriously "disappearing". They had been going at it since dawn so you have done your very best to keep Bella distracted all day. You took her to the park this morning, then to your get nails done, then ice cream, until she started to get tired and you had to come home.

After her nap, you had to come up with new distractions. It started with dinner and then watching TV together, and now you and Bella are playing dolls together in her playroom. You had reservations about leaving her alone, but you really needed to pee. It was only thirty seconds. You could leave her alone for thirty seconds, but you knew you'd have to be quick.

"I gotta run to the bathroom Bella. Stay here, don't move" You say and Bella doesn't pay you any mind as she continues to play with her dolls. "Bella Grace look at me," You say and she finally looks you in the eye "Do not leave this room okay?" You say looking at her pointedly as you stand up.

"Yes mama" She says then goes back to playing. You take another look at her before quickly making your way to the bathroom.

All Bella had to do was wait for the bathroom door to click and she bolted out the door. She made sure to stay as quiet as possible while she quickly sprinted to her dad's office. She couldn't help herself. She hadn't seen him all day.

"I don't give a shit about that Grillo! Where the fuck is my product?! It doesn't magically go missing!" Chris says standing up and slamming his hands down on his mahogany wood desk. Grillo was in charge of all the shipping and exports. At this point, Chris was fed up with his b.s excuses. He and his top men had been at this since the sun came up. He hasn't eaten, or seen his wife or his little girl all day and the best they could give him was excuses? Unacceptable.

"Maybe you should calm do-" Anthony starts to say before Chris cuts him off. He could feel the vein sticking out of his neck

"You want me to calm down? We've been going at this all fucking day and we aren't any step closer to figuring out what the fuck is going on! One of our most profitable forms of revenue is falling to pieces! All of you are lucky I don't fucking fire you! I pay you all for what?! So you can sit here and waste my fu-" and it's Chris' turn to stop when he sees the door start to open. He figures it's you and now he gets worried because he knows you would only come in if it was an emergency.

Chris' team looks at the door expectantly when all they hear are giggles. Chris lets out a breath and tries to hide a smile as Bella's curly hair comes into view. Chris hears her laugh and her little footsteps as she runs around the expensive leather furniture to her dad. Chris picks her right up and kisses her forehead while she smiles like it's Christmas morning. Bella lays her on his shoulder pushing her hair out of her face and Chris can't help the own smile that takes over his face. He's spent quite literally all day pissed off and in a bad mood, so seeing one of his favorite girls is definitely already making him feel better.

"Where's mama baby?" Chris asks kissing her forehead. Any rage Chris might've been feeling suddenly dissipated while the most trusted members of the Evans family mob watched on. Almost all of them were used to the soft side of Chris that he reserved for you and his little girl.

"Bathroom. I escaped" She says giggling and Chris sighs just as you come through the door. You look around and Chris can see the worried look on your face.

"It's okay y/n. I got her," Chris says as you see Bella resting in his arms. You walk over and place your hands on your hips.

"Bella Grace I thought I told you to stay put. You can't keep disturbing your dad while he's working." You say putting your hands on your hips.

"It's okay y/n. She came in at the perfect time" Chris says looking at you. You hated when he undermined you like this, but you knew this was not the time or place to bring this up. "Meeting over. All of you get the hell out of here and find the answers I want," Chris says as everyone gets up to walk out. Anthony and Sebastian hang back to briefly talk to Chris and say hello to the two of you. After a few minutes however, they join the crowd and leave. When you look at Bella again she is on the verge of sleeping when Chris says,

"Go lay down. I'll put her in her bed for the night. I'll meet you in the room in a minute" He says kissing you softly before you pull away and make your way to the room. Chris can tell you're pissed at him but for now, focuses his attention on getting Bella in her pj's and in bed.

Getting back to yours and Chris' shared room you fall on the bed suddenly realizing how tired your are. The plush of the comforter welcoming you in. Keeping a wild four year old entertained all day was a lot harder than people sold it out to be. You could feel your eyes starting to drift closed when you hear Chris walk into the room.

"Hey I'm sure you're pissed I didn't do anything about her coming in the room but y/n I really can't say no to her. And she really did come in at a good time because I swear I was about to blow a gasket." Chris says coming to stand in front of you so you sit up.

"That's great Chris but you know I hate when you undermine me like that. Not only in front of the guys, but in front of Bella. It teaches her that she doesn't have to listen to me or anyone because you are always gonna be there to bail her out. I love your relationship with her I really do but it's unfair that I constantly have to be painted as the bad guy when I try to introduce any form of discipline," You express to Chris trying your best not to turn this into a screaming match. Chris gets down on one knee so he's eye level with you.

"I'm sorry y/n I really am. It is never my intention to undermine you I swear to that. It's just when I look at her I see so much of you. It's not an excuse but I can't tell you no either, I never could and I never will. And with Bella, she's only gonna be this small for so long. I can't even believe she's already four. Eventually there's gonna be a point where she doesn't run to me. Where she won't care enough to interrupt my meetings or she'll get too big to jump in my arms. I think I'm so scared for that day I don't want her to have any reason to start any sooner." Chris says looking at you his blue eyes slightly glossy as he looks at you and you sigh. You pull him into you and he wraps his arms around your frame and rests his head on your chest. You use one hand to play in his hair,

"I'm sorry Chris. I honestly never it saw it from your point of view. And I don't want you to think I'm mad at you either, it's just I don't want to be seen as the bad guy all the time cause I'm tryna prepare her for the world. I know you're scared about her outgrowing you but I promise she won't Chris. No matter how old or big she gets, she will always be daddy's little girl. And whenever she needs advice you will always be one of the first people she runs to. I can promise you that Chris," You say as Chris looks up at you. You press a soft kiss to his lips,

"Thank you y/n I really needed to hear that. And I promise to do my best to start trying to enforce rules with her as well. I promise." He says and you smile giving him another kiss.

"Thank you baby. Now when was the last time you ate? It's late and I need to make sure you get something in your system" You say looking at him curiously. Chris picks you up forcing you wrap your legs around his waist and gasp.

"I got a perfect meal right here," He says making you giggle as he lays you higher on the bed and spends a better part of the night pleasuring your body. While you lay soundly asleep on his chest he already has plans in motion for the cook to make all your and Bella'a favorite breakfast foods. Because at the end of the day, he wanted nothing but the best for his two favorite girls.

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Dad!Chris Evans x Wife!Reader (DiCaprio!Reader)

summary: It’s the Lightyear world premiere in L.A.—and everyone is asking where Chris’ wife, YN, and their kids are.

word count: 3.5k

warnings: fluff, more fluff, mentions of complicated pregnancy, really short mention of traumatic child labor and death of both mother and child, double the fluff, not really proofread because I’m tired

author’s note: I don’t know where this came from. But I also don’t care because it’s my first Chris piece, and I’m excited. And for age’s sake: Leo is 15-20 years older than he actually is because I kinda forgot that he is only 47 after I already finished this one xD

“I’m standing here with actor Chris Evans on this beautiful sunny afternoon. How are you, Chris?” One of the many interviewer asked, and the man grinned shortly to the camera before focusing back on the woman in front of him, holding a microphone right under his nose. She was nervous; he could see that, so he didn’t say anything about it. He understood her on a different level. “Hi, Susan. We really had luck with the weather, didn’t we? And I’m great, thanks. I mean, how could I not be great?” He grinned again and pushed his sunglasses up. “I probably would feel the same when I voiced my longtime favorite character! How did your kids react? You have two, right?”

At the mention of his two sunbeams back home, the father couldn’t help but smile softly. It may have taken a long while to find the perfect woman and the love of his life and an even longer while to create these two joys in his life, but Chris thanked the universe every single day for the honor of having them in his life.

“I have two wonderful and beautiful children, yes, and number three is on their way. My eldest, Ophelia, was over the moon when I left my study a few months back after I had just wrapped up the call with my manager and Disney and were allowed to talk about it. She, of course, eavesdropped because she just loves to do it when it contains me and my study. And she had picked up on some parts of the conversation and had bounced up and down and asked me nonstop if it’s true and I’m playing Buzz. It’s her favorite Toy Story character, so I had a bit of pressure while doing the actual work.” He showed his thumb and pointer moving very closely together and chuckled. “Who am I kiddin’, I had a lot of pressure,” he laughed, and Susan laughed with him. “I only can imagine how it is with such a harsh critique living under the same roof. How did your second child react?” Chris grinned again, and it was visible for everyone to see in this world how much he adored his two children. “My son Aiden was much more chilled. Well, it’s not science because he only objects if someone dares to steal his share of ice cream—or cuddle time with his mom. He had only shrugged after Ophelia had screamed through the living room that I was voicing Buzz, but he was kinda excited after we watched it for the first time and heard my voice. Y’know, to see your own kids become happy and have those big round eyes just like you at your first Disney movie and the birth of your first movie heroes? It’s something entirely else. And to witness this moment while they watched Lightyear? Mindblowing, really.”

His chest was swelled with pride, and everyone around gushed over the epitome of proud fatherhood Chris was in this very moment. And he didn’t mind because he could boast all day long about his kids—and wife. Speaking of which…

“This is probably the sweetest story I’ve ever heard. Thank you for sharing this very intimate insight of your family life with us, Chris,” the interviewer thanked him with a genuine smile, but Chris only waved it off. They might keep their kids out of the spotlight to grant them the childhood he had been gifted by his parents, but they never stopped talking about them when people asked. “Is it okay if I ask about your wife and why she isn’t here today? She usually is at all your premieres and vice versa. I barely can remember a time without her at your side or you at hers, to be quite honest. You two really found one another.” Chris nodded in absolute agreement. “We really did. It was unexpected and kinda bumpy—quite literally.”

The husband remembered their first encounter at one of the Oscar Afterparties vividly where the stunning woman had bumped into him—and had driven the heel of her painful stilettos into his shoe. Ever since the actor saw these shoes with other eyes. He returned back to reality. “But we pushed through the obstacles, and I am the lucky bastard she had agreed to marry. Lucky me.” He chuckled under his breath and shook his head. YN would hit him as soon as she saw this interview, and maybe she sat in front of the tv at this very moment and watched him gushing over their family. “But back to your question, Susan. YN is currently at home, maybe watching this interview and throwing a pillow to the tv because she is heavily pregnant and can’t get up without help anymore.” Chris grinned straight into the camera. “I’m sorry, love!” He almost shouted after the exposure of her struggling state he almost loved the most about her being pregnant.

He just was a sucker for his wife when she called for him to help her with the easiest of tasks and boss him around as if there was no tomorrow. But he was a happily obliging husband because, after all, her state had been his fault. Something he would always be proud of.

“She wanted to come with me, but the doctor had put her on bed rest for the time being after we experienced a tiny scare of our little one two weeks back.” The same icy cold feeling ran his back up and down, just the same he had felt during the few hours of panic and anxiety in the depths of night when their unborn child tried to greet them earlier than agreed. And gladly, as stubborn his wife could be, she kept her word and watched out for herself and the little bub instead of ignoring every warning and trying to go head first through every wall possible. His father-in-law was a great help on days like this when Chris couldn’t be at home to watch out for his love and his tiny love. “I am sorry to hear that. But now, everything is back on track and in order?” The actor nodded, relieved. “So far, yes. But it still means I have to attend these without her calming presence, and let me tell’ya: it’s freaking scary.” And then, he laughed and shook his head. “I’ve never expected to be so lost without her. I almost forgot to lace my shoes because my head was all over the place,” he let out and still couldn’t believe how his life had changed within only a few years.

“Don’t worry, Chris, I feel the same. My life without my girlfriend? God, send some help,” Susan laughed with him, and Chris smiled thankfully. “So, I suppose you will head straight back home after the screening?” And the Evans was more than relieved to nod this question yes. “Totally. I love everyone involved in this movie, and I’m beyond grateful. However, my priorities are heading home, being greeted by Dodge and maybe the kids if they’re still awake, thanking Leo for keeping an eye on these two—more like three, Dodger included—troublemakers and his daughter, and then finally greeting my wife. We probably will watch a Disney movie, eventually waking the kids with the sounds, and everything will morph into a huge Disney sleepover on the couch. And yes, that’s the description of my personal favorite night.” He had always been a more at-home type of guy after passing a certain age, but now, it was all he could ever want.

“That sounds like a night in just like mine, minus the children. Thank you again for talking to me, Chris, and congratulations on the brilliant movie and your family. I’m definitely not the only one when I’m saying that you deserve every single bit of it,” Susan closed the interview, and Chris waved a last time to the people standing behind her before heading back to the red carpet to get the final shots for the press.

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Chris was glad that they had settled back to L.A. for the making of Lightyear to avoid stressful last-minute flights from one side of the country to the other. He could be there if something happened at home, almost within a matter of thirty minutes tops, and Leo wasn’t busy as he usually was to help him with keeping an eye on everyone. And now, he was glad because it meant he could hold his wife in his arms after only a twenty-minute drive instead of an almost six-hour flight. He could even grab her favorite ice cream flavor on the way home.

Leaving the car and wishing Daniel, his driver for today, a good night, Chris slowly followed the pathway, flanked with blooming bushes and flowers exploding in every color there was, up to the four steps leading to the porch and door. Their L.A. house reminded him of home back in Boston, and he couldn’t wait for them to move back and relish in the family time they would have after baby number three was born.

Smiling at the sounds of an excited Dodger waiting for him, Chris took two steps at a time and opened the door to get in. His fur companion wiggled with his tail at the sight of his human, and the Evans crouched down to greet him with a loving scratch behind his ears. “How is my best boy?” He asked and chuckled as Dodger impatiently nudged his hand to follow him. He wanted to, but tiny, excited voices let him stop in his tracks.

“Daddy! Daddy!”

“Daddy’s home!”

Two tiny humans rounded the corner into the hallway at full speed, and the father could only let the bag with ice cream and snacks drop to the floor before he was attacked by the hugs of his five-year-old girl and an almost four-year-old boy. “What a greeting!” He laughed as he lifted both children in his arms and tickled squealing noises out of them. Ophelia grinned brightly—the grin almost too big for her pretty little face— while Aiden preferred to snuggle onto his father’s shoulder. It was late for him, and Chris was actually surprised at how long he had pushed through.

“Did you bring the biiiig Buzz? I saw him on TV! I want him! He is so cool and sooo big! And Sox??? They had a statue of him too! Did you see it, Daddy?? Can we go there tomorrow?? Please??”

Chris chuckled at the tsunami of questions he already had anticipated, but another voice slid into the conversation. “Lia, darling. Give your dad some time to arrive and at least to take off his shoes,” Leo quipped with a small grin on his face and stepped to his son-in-law to take the kids off him. “But, Poooops!” Ophelia pouted heavily, and even Aiden seemed not happy about the interruption of stories. “No but’s, darling. Come on; you said you wanted to bake a cake for your dad and the work is only halfway done. Plus, your mom said something about craving a banana smoothie. Who wants a banana smoothie?”

And suddenly, the world was back in order, and both kids screamed “Yes!” throughout the entire house.

Chris followed them after taking off his shoes and retrieving the paper bag again. He took one spoon from the kitchen on his way to the living room and already saw the head of his wife peeking up between thick couch pillows. The husband left the bag with snacks at the opening of the kitchen, only taking the ice cream bucket with him. He crouched behind the back of the couch and let his arm appear from behind in front of the woman he loved—ice cream presented like an offering to the gods.

“M’lady, I brought gifts,” Chris laughed softly at her gasp and grabby hands, kissing her cheek tenderly. “Fine sir, do you possess the ability of mind reading? We should consider burning you at the stake.” YN had turned her head and grinned up to him as he rounded the couch and plopped down next to her. She was dressed in one of his Red Sox shirts—usually, it would be way too big for her, but now with the ever-growing baby bump, it fitted perfectly—, yoga pants and fluffy socks under which she probably hid the pestering compression socks the doctor had prescribed for the next weeks. “Please, I beg you, don’t burn me! Who would tend to your needs, m’lady?” YN’s eyes wandered to Dodger, who had taken over his place at her side once more. Ever the protective fur baby, Chris thought with a smile. “I could train Dodge to go to the store. Remember this video with the dog and his little basket on the market? Where he bought fruits for his owner? It could be Dodger after a bit of persuasion.” The woman grinned brightly, the same grin Ophelia owned, and with one hand on his neck, she pulled his face closer to hers. Chris obliged and leaned down to press their lips together in a loving kiss, which still let butterflies erupt in his stomach.

“Hey,” Chris whispered, lips still touching, and YN sighed. “Hey,” she returned just as quiet as he and nudged his nose with hers. “Everything alright?” She could see the worry in his blue eyes, darkening them a bit, so she took his hand and put it on the right side of her still-growing bump, even though she was almost through with it. But each pregnancy held its own surprises, as she had experienced. “Of course,” she smiled at his joyful, boyish grin as he felt one of the many kicks of their third bundle of joy. Number three may be an accident because, after Aiden’s birth, they had agreed on waiting a couple more years to grant them the attention they both deserved, but everything would be okay. And she couldn’t imagine a life without bub three.

Chris bent his head down to the spot where he suspected his baby’s head and pressed a kiss on top of his… YN’s shirt. “Hey, love. Here is your daddy speaking. I hope you didn’t give your mom a hard time today, and I damn sure hope you will continue to be a good girl in a few hours when she tries to sleep—unlike the last three nights. ‘Thought we had a deal.” YN chuckled while her fingers carded through Chris’ fluffy hair but groaned at a particularly hard kick. “Love,” they both warned in unison before YN settled back into the cushions and continued to caress her husband’s hair and scalp. “A girl, huh?” She softly smiled at the man who had swept her off her feet so suddenly, she still wondered how she didn’t brake her neck in the wake of his adorable flirting endeavors she oh so happily had returned. Chris leaned his cheek against her bump, wanting to be as close as possible to his baby and wife, and her knuckles tenderly stroked over his bearded cheek. He had a boyish smile tucking at his lips. “S’just a feelin’,” he mumbled, Boston accent very prominent—just as always when he felt contentment and happiness, mostly when he was at home with his family. YN grinned down at him while slowly rubbing the spot where the tiny bub had kicked again. “You can admit that you want another girl. Nobody would be surprised, y’know? The whole internet sees you as a girl-dad,” YN winked, and Chris’ rumbling laugh almost shook her body as well. “Do they, yeah?” She nodded and tipped the tip of his nose with the pad of her finger. “Yes, they do, and we both know that you know this as well. Don’t try to fool lil’ ol’ me, Mr. Evans. I’m aware of your stalking tendencies when it comes to your fans and this family.”

Chris grinned sheepishly before sitting up and pressing another kiss to her lips. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Mrs. Evans,” he whispered before commotion erupted in the kitchen and tiny feet came rushing over. “Mommy! Mommy, look! I made banana shake!” Aiden proudly presented the filled glass, and both parents were sure there would be a dripping trail of shake from the kitchen to the couch. But her father already followed with a kitchen towel in hand. “We made the banana shake,” Ophelia stressed and gave her mom the reusable straw she had carried while Aiden gave her the glass. The mother almost teared up and blinked rapidly to hide the tears. “You two are too good to me,” she sniffled before taking the first sip and hummed in utter approval. “Perfection. Maybe you should think about opening a shake shop.” Ophelia giggled while Aiden squeezed himself between Dodger and his mother. With another human, Dodger wouldn’t have any of that, but with his family, he only made space and put his head in his tiny human’s lap to get the cuddles he loved.

Meanwhile, Ophelia climbed into the spot between her mom and dad and cuddled into Chris’ side, grabbing the ice cream out of her mother’s hands and starting to steal a few spoons full of sugary delight. He had thought about getting up to change into something more comfortable, but he decided that this was much better. He could outlive a few hours without his sweatpants. Leo returned after bringing the kitchen towel into the laundry room and bent down to press a kiss to the top of his youngest daughter’s head. “I would head over if you don’t need anything else, darling,” he said, and YN looked up to him with all the love she held for this man. “Of course. Thanks again for coming over and handling everything.” She really had lucked out in the family department, even before finding Chris and creating her own perfect family with the perfect man that was her husband. The DiCaprio smiled down at her and kissed her forehead. “That’s nothing to thank me for.” And with that, he kissed his grandkids goodbye before patting his son-in-law’s shoulder. “There is a cake in the oven, but the timer is set.” Chris nodded, and after peeling a grumpy Ophelia off his side, he stood up and brought Leo to the door.

There, the older man turned again. “Before I go… I wanted to thank you, Chris, for making her so happy. You know what happened to her mother, and though it was a long time ago, it had always cast a shadow over her.” Chris knew what Leo was referring to; YN had told him about the traumatic labor her mother went through, only that she died and the baby with her. It had taken its toll on Leo, too, and the whole family had needed years to recover from it. It still amazed Chris how she had handled every pregnancy and every birth, although she knew what could go wrong. “But with you, she finally is… I can’t even describe it. Not to mention that you took her fear. So… Thank you.” Both men hugged each other closely, patted their backs reaffirmingly. “It’s an honor to love her and have her in my life because you raised one of the best women on earth. You deserve every thank I could offer you,” Chris mumbled before they let go of one another. Leonardo waved it off, but in reality, it was the proudest achievement in his life. YN and her sister were his pride and joy, just as Ophelia, Aiden, and the little one were Chris’ pride and joy. “Have a good night, Chris, and give me a call if it’s happening, yeah?” Chris nodded without hesitation. “Yeah, of course.“

Returning into the living room in his favorite sweatpants and Red Sox shirt—one of the few he actually was allowed to wear and which wasn’t claimed by his darling wife—Chris sat back next to Ophelia and out his arm on the back of the couch to softly caress YN’s neck and shoulder. “The kids decided that we’re watching Wall-E,” she let him know while his eldest already held onto the remote and scrolled through Disney+. “Daddy?” He hummed in question at Aiden’s voice. “Lia and I want see biiiiig Sox,” he told the family, and YN softly shrugged at Chris’ questioning look in her direction. “If they’re still there, why not? You two have to take a lot of pictures for me, ‘kay?” Aiden nodded with a serious expression. “Otay!” YN carded through her son’s mop of blonde hair—Chris’ genes definitely outrun hers—and changed another look with her husband, both obviously thinking the same. “You know, after your brother or sister is born, maybe we could check out Disney World and if they already have a Buzz and Sox there.” Both parents knew what mentioning Disney World would do to their kids, but they didn’t mind the explosion of tiny voices. Instead, Chris settled back right next to his wife, hand again on her bump, while they watched their children playing in the living room—Dodger was Sox, Ophelia played Izzy, and Aiden was Buzz himself.”

YN laughed softly and leaned her head onto Chris’ shoulder. “We really have a Disney obsessed family.” Chris grinned in total contentment and kissed her head. “We have, and I don’t want it any other way.”

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I don’t know where all these words came from, but I kinda couldn’t stop writing. Even though it’s kinda shitty, I hope y’all enjoyed it! As usual: Comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated <3

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Daddy’s Pudge

pairing: Construction!Chris x Wife!Pregnant!Reader

summary: With Chris sporting more of a dad bod, Y/n gives him a little pick me up to show how sexy her baby daddy really is. (EmotionallySoft!Chris) (Dilf!Chris)

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

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“Fahk sake” Chris groaned turning to the side, after stripping out of his work trousers, his large hands pulling at the extra pudge on his stomach. “What’s wrong big daddy?” Y/n smiled wrapping her arms around his body, kissing his shoulder, her swollen stomach very clearly in the way. Their first baby due in only a few months time, both of them in love as if it was still their first date.

At 28 and 36, the couple had their dream country home that Chris had built himself from the ground up, even a complimentary porch swing that Y/n said soothed her back pain.

“Baby ya need to stop cookin’ so good, gettin’ me all soft and pudgey over ‘ere” Chris groaned watching the extra skin jiggle in his hand, a small scowl growing on his face. “But I love you soft and pudgey, makes me feel all safe n’ warm” Y/n beamed affectionately petting his stomach, her face nuzzling in as best as possible into his back muscles. Her face watching his expression through the body length mirror by her makeup vanity, one he also built.

“If it makes you feel better i’m also soft n’ pudgey” Y/n said chuckling seeing his face still in a frown, turning him around to see her cupping her baby bump. “But that’s different sugar, you look sexy as shit and I look-“

“You look sexy and daddy as fuck okay? Like you’re a big bear gettin’ ready to hibernate with me and our little monster” Scolding with her newfound mother-like tone, she patted his chest at each word, “plus who else will eat my food?” She pouted batting her eyelashes up at him, knowing damn well that got him under her spell every time.

“Don’t ya think maybe I should work out a bit more though? Even my arms and legs are getting a bit big?” Chris said turning from side to side, his bearded face falling and his long brushed back hair made him look all that more, mature.

“lay down for me baby” Y/n whispered pushing him onto the edge of their bed, clad in only boxers, Chris wrapped his arms around his centre self consciously. It was safe to say that these past few months the couple had starting “nesting” Filling up with delicious food, tons of cuddles and tons of sex.

“Love your body daddy, all of it” Y/n whispered slowly unwrapping his arms away from himself, straddling his hips, she bent down and splayed wet butterfly kisses all over his stomach. Her fingers softly kneading the flesh as she continued to rain kisses all over his slightly tanned skin, “you okay hubby?” She asked looking up at him mid-kiss, surprised to see a few tears collecting in his eyes.

“U-uh yeah” Chris whispered biting onto his bottom lip, watching as Y/n crawled up his body, both their chests pressed against each other, her stomach against his. “Just thinkin’ bout how lucky I am to have ya n’ how much I love ya” Nuzzling his nose with hers, he breathed out a sigh of relief feeling her hands interlock with his, almost as if it was confirmation that she was really there with him.

“Then why you cryin’ for baby?” Y/n smiled brushing away his stray tears, that was another thing about her husband that she loved, he was very emotionally open and that made their relationship even stronger.

“It’s stupid, but the thought of losin’ ya n’ baby flashed across ma mind” He chuckled shaking his head, only for her to hold it to look at her, “m’staying right here honey, you saw not even my pa could keep me away from your sexy ass” Eagerly kissing his soft lips, his hands came up to settle on her rear, smirking into the kiss once he started pressing his fingers in gently.

“Nuh-uh, tonight is about you” Pushing his hands off her ass, Y/n shimmied back down his body, settling onto her knees on the floor; Chris giving her a pillow to kneel on.

“Love these thighs, love feelin’ them on me, under me and when I sit on them while having some passionate lovin’ with my husband” Y/n smirked kissing down each thigh, remembering how each time they would have crazy sexcapades, the slapping sound of his thighs against hers made it that even more sexy and lewd. Something about the fact that they were both so connected at that one moment.

“Baby you don’t havta-“

“Shush, n’ these arms, God forgive me but they’re heavenly. Havin’ them wrapped around me every single day, makin’ me feel all safe n’ protected and how they hold me down so well” Y/n smirked winking at him as she kissed each bicep, slightly trailing her tongue down one of them, all while Chris threw his head back breathing deeply.

Looking back at his wife, he leant down kissing her roughly, their kiss full of love and intimacy as her hand ventured down to deal with the growth in his boxers. “Can’t forget my other favourite thing about my loving husband” She laughed softly, taking Chris’ hardened cock out, her hands fisting it slowly and tightly.

“This okay baby?” She asked with one hand around his neck, kissing his cheeks and lips, feeling his lips quiver and struggle to kiss her back every time her finger ran over his slit. “Fuckin’ amazing sugar, you treat me so well” He sighed leaning his forehead against hers, his hips slowly rolling up into her hand, showing his strength with her still on his lap.

“Well gotta show some appreciate to my baby daddy, husband, boyfriend, soulmate, love of-“

“Okay okay sugar I get ya, I love ya too” He chuckled shutting her up by kissing her out of nowhere, causing her mind to go blank and her face to light up with a sleepy-like smile, gushing as if she was still a teenage girl.

Pumping his cock steadily Y/n felt his cock twitch in her hand, feeling his breaths start to get rapid and erratic, his hands venturing over her own body as well. “Gonna cum soon sweets” He whispered against the skin exposed by her low cut vest, sucking small hickies onto the curve of her breasts, his tongue licking strips up to her mouth and playing with her tongue.

“Mhm I know baby, I’ve got ya honey, cum for me” Y/n whispered kissing his ear softly, both his hands groping each of her swollen breasts, massaging the aching feeling that had recently built up the past few weeks.

“Gonna cum all over ya momma, gonna cum hard” Chris whimpered, his voice shaking and needy, his hands massaging her breasts in circular motions as she spat into her hand and returned it to his cock. Her wedding ring cold against his shaft as her hand quickened the pace, from base to tip every single stroke, her thumb rubbing over his slit just to tease his sensitive cock even more. His new nickname for her ever since they found they were expecting making a new appearance in the bedroom.

“Fuck fuckfuck oh baby love- love you so goddamn much” Chris mumbled incoherently, Y/n smiling proudly as white strings of cum shot out of her husband, covered both her hands and a bit of his thighs. “See, told you you’re sexy, and not even a lil bit of pudge will change that. Hell a lot of pudge wouldn’t even make me flinch. You’ll be an amazing daddy, n’ nothin will change that” Y/n whispered kissing his nose, her hands slowly pumping his soft cock as he hissed and moaned.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Chris breathed out, wiping her hand down with a random shirt on the bed, his eyes dazed and gleaming like they always would. He just loved her so darn much, and her him. “um you mighta mentioned it a few times?” Y/n joked pushing his hair back, cupping his face to kiss his lips again, taking his bottom lip between hers and sucking it softly.

Breaking away he looked at her, “Baby do ya want me to- ya know?”

“Ya kiddin’ me? I’m tired big boy, let’s sleep and we can discuss this in the morn, lil monster has me tuckered out” She laughed standing up and waddling to her side of the bed, almost as if nothing had happened, Chris following her in disbelief.

“Plus sometimes my man deserves some extra loving, no harm in it” She whispered now that they were facing each other under the soft sheets, their arms wrapped around each other, with his burlier arms wrapped around her proudly and protectively. His smile that bit more brighter, he was due to be a father, and he had an amazing woman by his side. What else could he need?

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River.

Word Count: 2.4k

Category: Fluff, angst-ish?

Warning: Labor pain

Summary: In which pregnant!actress!YN gives birth and overprotective!Chris is an emotional mess.

a/n: I watched this video for reference x 

Planet Evans Universe

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While it was a fact that dolphins sleep with one eye open, you were ready to argue with all scientists of the world that the ability to do so wasn’t limited to the marine creatures, but it included your husband, Chris, as well the moment you were nearing your due date.

What started as him checking your butt as you walked just because, turned into him checking your butt to see if your water broke. His head might have snapped a few times because of how quickly he turned it when you let out the tiniest groan.

But nothing could have prepared Chris for the moment.

“Not today then, huh?” You had smiled as you got into bed, being slow and careful with your big baby bump as you did.

Chris had sighed, smiling at you as he joined you, inching closer to press a kiss to your head, “Seems so.”

Getting 4 hours worth of sleep was something that you were thankful for because you didn’t know how harder your birth would have been if you hadn’t gotten any sleep at all.

It was 2 am when you woke up from the wet sensation overtaking your lower half, calmly getting out of bed and quietly wobbling to your bathroom to check the color, fully aware of your need for it to be your water having broken and not pee because you couldn’t deal with the smell of it all at 2 am.

Pushing down your leggings mid-feeling of the waterworks, your breath hitched in your throat at the clear-colored water.

Your water broke.

You closed your eyes, standing up straight and taking a deep inhale through your nose before exhaling to your mouth twice. You were calm as you took off your leggings as slowly as your bump allowed you before washing your hands and patting your face, a moment before you walked back into your bedroom.

You were quiet and gentle as you approached Chris’s side of the bed, sitting yourself down on the tiny space he left before you reached out, softly grazing his cheek, “Chris,” you began, voice soft and gentle, “Baby.”

9 months ago, Chris would have hummed and smiled, but seen as his anxiety was getting the best of him the moment you became pregnant, he shot up with a gasp, eyes wide and hands out to hold your arms, “Are you okay?”

You hushed him soothingly, smiling at him, “You’re okay,” you began, “I’m okay,” you said, inching closer to him before letting him know, “My water broke.”

His wide eyes widened some more, mouth open in surprise, “You water-Your water-”

“Broke,” you finished for him, leaning your face closer to his before pecking his lips.

“Okay,” he whispered to himself, “Let’s get you comfortable, okay?”

You hummed with a nod, “No contractions yet, but can you text Nia?” You asked him, mentioning your doula whom you and Chris had offered to pay the rent of a nearby house for as you neared your due date.

“Text Nia,” Chris repeated, “Let’s get you comfortable first, yeah? How does that sound?”

Taking your hand, Chris helped you stand and move out of your bedroom and down to your living room, taking slow steps with you and praising your tiniest move.

“Good job, honey, good job,” he kissed your forehead as you sat on your couch, “I’ll grab our phones, okay?” 

As Chris rushed to grab your phones, Dodger approached you, seemingly aware of what was happening as he lied on the floor beside the couch. 

“You’ll have a sibling soon, Dodge,” you said, reaching out to pet his head, “It’s happening.”

Sensing the commotion, your unbothered cat showed support by jumping up on the couch, choosing to curl herself into a ball by your feet.

Chris was quickly by your side, choosing to sit behind Dodger and near your head, his hand softly stroking your hair.

“Are you excited?” You asked him, looking at him.

He smiled, “Yeah,” he answered, “Nervous to be honest. I hope-I don’t know, I just hope it doesn’t get intense on you.”

“We know it will,” you said, “Should be happening any time now.”

“Are you sure we shouldn’t go to the hospital now? Please?”

“I asked Nia and Janelle,” you mentioned your doula and midwife, “Both said I should wait because I won’t be so comfortable at the hospital. It’s just a 15-minute drive.”

“That’s a lot of time,” Chris joked quietly with a smile, continuing to stroke your hair.

“I-Oh,” you paused, feeling the contraction, “Contraction,” you announced, taking your phone to quickly log it on an app so you could time it. You closed your eyes, inhaling and exhaling calmly to pass it through before the feeling went away, making you tap again on the app, “32 seconds,” you said.

“How does it feel?” Chris asked quietly, eyebrows furrowed and heart racing.

“Period cramp. Feels like period cramps,” you said, “Are the bags packed?”

He hummed with a nod, “They’re packed. Everything’s ready,” he said.

“Can you change me?” You asked.

Chris nodded, “You want the clothes you have on the chair?”

You nodded, “But can you bring any t-shirt of yours, too?”

“I will,” he stood up before leaning down, pressing his lips to yours, “I love you.”

“I love you,” you repeated with a smile, watching his lips mirror yours before he left.

As someone with anxiety, it had taken Chris many counseling sessions and practice to keep his anxiety under control right there and then. He knew that that was the calm before the storm, he knew that you were expected to scream in pain and cry in it, he knew about it all, yet Chris had read too many books and booked too many How to Stay Calm During Your Wife’s Labor sessions that he knew how to repeat soothing and assuring mantras to himself.

Helping you change, Chris was gentle and living as he did so; making sure to pepper soft kisses to your skin, rubbing your bump through your 4-minute interval contractions before he lied behind you on the couch.

“We need them to be 1 minute apart before you make your way to the hospital, love,” your midwife, Janelle, said in a voice note.

It was half 3:30 am when Nia came over, being her charming self as she greeted you and Chris after he let her in.

“How are we feeling?”

You nodded, “Still 4 minutes apart,” you let her know, “They last for like 30 to 33 seconds.”

“Sounds good, sounds good,” she said, “It’s still early labor and it can take hours, no rush. How’s your back doing?”

“Chris got me a heating pad,” you turned your body slightly, showing her the purple heating pad behind you, “It’s not the worst thing.”

Nia nodded, “You’re doing a great job, Y/N,” she smiled, “How do you feel about some exercise?”

Chris was trying not to chew on his nails as he watched you and Nia do exercises, watching your doula massage your lower back as you rested your upper body the yoga ball with your eyes closed.

“How does that feel?”

You only hummed, making both your doula and your husband smile.

It was when 6 am had rolled by that you had finally managed to have a 20-minute nap before your contractions got closer to being 3 and half minutes apart.

“You sure you don’t want to go to the hospital now?” Chris asked you as he stood with his back against the wall and you against him, his hands carrying your bump for you.

You shook your head, “It’ll make me panic if we go now,” you said in the midst of a painful contraction, eyes shut close and eyebrows furrowed as you held on to his wrists, “I don’t-I don’t want to stay for-for long there.”

“Okay,” he said before nuzzling his head in your neck, “You’re doing amazing, baby, you know that?” He asked quietly before humming in question, “Do you? I’m so proud of you. I’m proud of you for carrying our baby for all these months, all that time, and now it’s finally coming to an end, yeah? We’re meeting our baby soon.”

You hummed, leaning your head back against him.

“I love you,” Chris reminded you, “I love you so much.”

“I love you,” you replied quietly.

It was at 10 am when your contractions were only 1 minute apart and not a minute went by before Chris had the two packed duffle bags in one hand while the other held your hand as he helped you into the car.

“I’ll meet you there, okay?” Nia said, unlocking her own car.

With his sunglasses on, Chris gave her thumbs up before he closed the door to your seat after strapping your seatbelt on and quickly getting into the driver’s seat.

At that point, you were groaning in pain, eyes closed as you tried to focus on steadying your breath.

Chris was sure his hand’s blood circulation was going to be cut off by the grip you had on it as he drove with the other, but he wasn’t complaining.

“You’ll be okay, baby, you’ll be okay,” he brought your hand to his lips, kissing it softly, “It’ll all end so soon, honey. You’re doing a great job. A great, great job.”

You only groaned in pain as he drove, wiping your tears with your other hand and Chris had to gulp to stifle his own cries–but tearful eyes he couldn’t control.

Being the overprotective husband and dad-to-be, Chris was very adamant on getting you a big private sector at the hospital, not only because of your high status as an actress, but also to ensure that you were going to get the best medical assistance and care possible. 

Your midwife, doula, and another nurse had helped you into bed, strapping you to all the vital machines you needed to be strapped to before assessing your labor.

“5 centimeters dilated,” Janelle said, “We’re going to need to wait, okay? We need you at 10 centimeters, sweetheart.”

You nodded as you cried, not being able to control your emotions and pain as you did while Chris soothingly stroked your hair and held your hand. 

In the dimmed light of the room, your midwife, doula and the nurse had given you and Chris privacy.

“Do you still want to have a water birth?” Chris asked softly before you nodded, tiresome and in pain as you held on to his hand, “Think it goes well with the name if it’s a boy, doesn’t it?” He joked with a soft chuckle, melting when you gave him a tired smile. “I haven’t texted anyone yet.”

You hummed, appreciating the fact that you and Chris had agreed on keeping everything quiet and private just so you could have a stress-free birth, but you knew a text was due soon. “Are you going to text them?” You tiredly asked.

“I will,” he said, keeping to himself the part where he didn’t want want to let go of your hand for any reason and that texting would have to wait. 

As another contraction hit, you were brought to tears. 

“This is so painful,” you said in-between sobs.

Unaware of his own tears falling, Chris leaned his forehead on yours, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry you have to go through that,” he said softly, “But it’ll all be forgotten once we meet our baby, yeah?” 

You nodded, still sobbing.

“Yeah?” He repeated with a small smile, “Give me a kiss,” he said before his lips were softly on yours, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you sniffled before inhaling and exhaling deeply, closing your eyes.

“You think you can rest?”

“No,” you answered.

“Figured,” Chris chuckled.

In a back-aching position, Chris remained by your side for the next hour and a half, going from assuring you to talking to you about all the things you were going to do with your baby.

“We can one of those big family cars,” he joked, “You know the ones that look too big?”

You chuckled slightly, shaking your head at him.

“No to the family car? No?” 

“No,” you chuckled.

“Ruining my dad dream,” Chris joked, smiling at you.

It wasn’t long before your contractions got more intense, then with the added feeling of wanting to push and in a way, it was good news when you were told that they were going to fill the birthing tub.

At that point, you were audibly screaming and crying in pain as you held on to your husband while they filled the tub.

“It hurts,” you cried, eyes closed shut.

“I know, I know,” Chris wiped your tears, peppering your cheeks with soft kisses, “Not so long now, baby. You’ve been through so much and now it’s coming to an end, yeah? We’re getting nearer to meeting our baby.”

“I’m scared,” you sobbed, your shoulders shaking as you did.

“I’m right here with you,” he said, “I’m not got anywhere, I’m right here.”

“Stay with me,” you said.

“I’m right here, honey, I promise,” Chris repeated, “Not going anywhere.”

In just your sports bra, you were finally helped into the birthing tub and into position, one hand fisted under the water while the other gripped Chris’s. 

Chris was behind you, his free hand stroking your hair as he whispered sweet nothings and encouraging words, with promises of “it’ll be okay”s and “I love you”’s spoken.

You were grunting as your doctor, Dr. Paula, arrived and with some pep talk, had instructed you to push.

You were persistent at that point; focusing on just pushing so you could finally meet your baby, yes, but also so you could rid yourself of the pain.

“Good job, Y/N, good job,” Dr. Paula nodded, her hands under the water, “One more, one more big push.”

“Come on, baby,” Chris kissed your temple, tears falling down as his heart broke at your painful sobs and screams as you pushed.

It was 1:34 pm when your baby was born.

Your eyes opened at the sudden feeling of being able to breathe, hands open and arms outreached to your crying baby.

“A healthy baby boy,” Dr. Paula smiled, carefully handing you your baby.

“Hey,” you cooed in-between sobs, “Hey, baby.”

“Oh my God,” Chris whispered, watching in awe and taking in his baby boy before he reached forward, gently grazing his baby’s cheek, “Hey, bubba. Hey,” he cooed before sniffling, laughing quietly in glee. 

You matched Chris’s laughter, glancing back at your husband before looking back at your baby, “You do match your name, don’t you? You like water, don’t you?”

Chris chuckled, wiping his tearful cheek by bringing his shoulder closer before sniffling, taking in the newest addition to the Evans’ family.

“River Jude Evans.”

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Early Christmas Present » Chris Evans

December 4th

Pairings: Husband/Dad!Chris Evans x Wife/Mom!Reader with son Max

Summary: Chris surprises his 5 year old stepson with an early Christmas present to Disneyland.

Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness, hugs and kisses, nicknames for son (bud, little man), pet names for Y/N (sweetheart)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

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“Sweetheart, you home?” Chris’s voice echoed through the house.

“Kitchen!” You shouted back.

Chris walked in the kitchen with a big smile on his face.

“Hey, babe. How was—” Chris kissed you with so much passion before you could finish your sentence. “That’s one hell of a kiss.” You smiled. “Not that I’m complaining, but what was the kiss for?” You asked curiously.

“Can’t a man kiss his gorgeous wife?” He says with a smile.

You know that smile. It’s the smile that he did something.

“What did you do this time, Chris?” You asked.

“Something good.” He says.

“What is it?” You asked.

“Something exciting that you and Max are going to love.” He smiles. “Where is he?” He asks.

“Upstairs playing in his playroom.” You say.

Chris goes upstairs with you following behind him. You two walk in the Max’s play room to see him playing with his Avengers action figures.

“Hey bud. Are you busy?” Chris asks.

“No. Am I in trouble?” Max asks, putting down his Captain America and Winter Soldier action figures.

“No you’re not in trouble.” He says.

“Oh ok. No I’m not busy.” He says.

You and Chris sat down on the floor in front of him.

“Chris has exciting news for us.” You tell him.

“What is it?” Max asks curiously.

“Who’s your favorite stepdad?” Chris asks.

“You’re my only stepdad.” He giggles.

“Point made, little man. Anyways, you know that Christmas is coming up, right?” Chris says.

Max nodded.

“Well, I got you, mommy, and I tickets to Disney Land! We’re leaving the day after Christmas!” He says.

Max’s eyes widened with excitement. He’s been wanting to go to Disney Land for as long as he can remember.

“No way! Really?!” Max asks.

“Yes!” Chris says.

Max hugs Chris, practically tackling him to the floor.

“You’re the best daddy ever!” He says.

Chris just smiles. Hearing Max call him daddy makes his day.

“I love you so much, daddy!” Max says.

“I love you too, bud.” Chris says with a smile.

“I love you, mommy.” He says, leaning over to hug you.

“I love you too, little man.” You smiled.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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[enchantedsoulofmine]

Your Instagram but you’re pregnant with Chris’ baby

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Wish me luck! My exams have started!

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[toujour-ellives]

Holidays in Mexico

Summary: You and Chris went on a little summer holiday.

Type: Chris Evans x pregnant!reader

Warnings: None.

Chris laid his head on your chest, his lashes closing after a tired yawn. The temperature was hot but the gentle breeze from the ocean lullabies Chris into a nap after swimming in the sea for what felt like forever. When you planned this week off with Chris you knew you were in for a ride. He just couldn’t stay in the towel for long when he had water in front of him. The days at the beach were full of you trying to make him stay in the shade in the hottest hours, and apply sun cream every other hour when his started to fade away.

“We’ll have to bring bubba here on his first holidays. So I can show him all the fish and seashells.” Chris whispered still awake, his hand caressing your small but growing baby bump. 

You smiled at the picture in your head. 

Chris as a father playing in the sand with your baby and trying to convince him that going in the water was fun. You can imagine him turning his parenting personality into a full-on mode when the baby arrives. It was like that with everyone around him. He took care of you as much as you took care of him. 

“I always wanted to bring everyone around here. You know? Our family? Stella bella would go crazy with all the seashells necklaces they do around here.”

Chris pressed a soft kiss on the visible part of your breast, the rest covered by your bikini. “That would be nice. We could rent a house here near the beach, and walk here every morning.”

You nodded, closing your eyes, feeling the heat coming down on you as the sun went down making it a perfect nap temperature.

A few minutes later you were awakened by the sound of people coming to watch the sunset, you opened your eyes to see Chris already awake. He had his cap on, his long hair combed behind his ears. For the last few months, you have been really careful not to show your baby bump. Only family and close friends knew about the pregnancy. You and Chris wanted to live it peacefully in the first early months, and as the time passed your small baby bump made it easier to make it unnoticeable to the eye with some clothes on. Resting your head on his shoulder Chris wrapped his arm around you, using his body as a shield for your stomach. 

“I got you.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your hair, holding your legs on top of his with his other hand, cuddling you. 

And you knew he got you, just as you got him back.

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[chrisevansonly]

Helping Hand

Dad!Chris Evans x Wife!Reader

Summary: Chris really loves to workout in your home gym, especially since the pandemic and virus season, he loved the idea of having his own workout space all to himself. Funny enough when you can’t find your three year old daughter Arlie, check the gym, and you might find her attached to her dad’s hip

Warnings: non, straight pure fluffy dad Chris, sassy Arlie

A/N: Baby Arlie is back to making an appearance!! I adore this pairing so much it rots my teeth, I think I’m going to divide my masterlist and add a Dad!Chris/ Dad + Arlie Section, let me know what you think, this one may be a little shorter, hopefully not horrible lmao but happy reading!!

Word Count: 846

Little Arlie girl was the epitome of her father’s shadow, following him around whenever and wherever she could, especially now that she was walking more and handling stairs better. That wasn’t to say you and Chris didn’t still watch her like a hawk in case she needed a hand or fell, but she was getting more and more independent every day. It was often days like today when Chris was off in your home gym completing his daily workout, whether it was legs, chest or arms, Arlie always found a way to weasel her little self into the gym to be with her daddy. So when you called her name for snack time and didn’t get a response, you made your way into the den where you’d left her last only to find her colouring book open and water bottle where she left it on the coffee table. 

“That little bug…”

You couldn’t help but laugh quietly knowing just how good of an escape artist she was, so you tidied her markers up and walked your way down the hall and to the steps leading into the basement. When you opened the door, you could hear her giggles and little squeals as she and Chris worked through their weight session together

“I stronger than you daddy!”

The sight at the bottom of the stairs bringing a smile to your face, she had her set of dumbbells, which weighed virtually nothing in her hands, while Chris was on his back, two green and yellow weights on his chest to keep him to the floor

“I think you certainly are dove, I think I need some help!”

Arlie put her weights down and placed her tiny hands on her hips in a superman like pose and sighed 

“I help you on one ‘dition daddy.”

You laughed at her shortened version of the word condition, because it was just the cutest thing in the world listening to her learning and practicing new words. At the sound of your laugh Arlie looked to you and clapped 

“Hi mommy!!”

Chris smiled too, practically identical to your little girl 

“Yeah, hi mommy”

“Hi you two, what’s going on down here?”

Arlie cocked her hip to the side, the sass with her was off the charts, Chris never failing to let you know it comes from you

“I doing the lifties thing with daddy, an’ he not strong ‘nough to hold my colour sticks”

Colour sticks, what she called her dumbbells, despite you attempting to teach her the word, it would forever be known as colour sticks to you and your husband

“Oh, I see, so are you gonna help him bug?”

“Mhm, I got one ‘dition first mommy”

You chuckled sitting down with the two of them on the floor, watching her as she began waving her arms around 

“What’s that baby?”

“Well, I wanna watch cartoon and have two cookies!”

Chris pretended to think about it for a few moments, closing his eyes before letting out a dramatic sigh and holding his hand out to Arlie

“Okay Arlie girl, you got yourself a deal.”

“Deal daddy!”

She wrapped her much smaller hands around his larger one and shook with all her toddler strength before grabbing the dumbbells off his chest. Chris immediately took her in his arms and sat up covering her face in kisses while the room filled with the sounds of her laughter and now yours mixed in together. Moments like these making you take a mental snapshot watching the two people you loved most experiencing life together

“Alright my little gym crazies, how about we go upstairs for some snacks?”

After a collective cheer of yesses, the three of you made your way upstairs where Arlie got comfy in her chair at the island, and you and Chris stood in front of her, smiles on both of your faces as she munched away on some apples and peanut butter, her current favourite obsession

“Hey daddy?”

Chris finished chewing one a slice of the apple you’d also given him before answering her 

“Yeah baby?”

“Don’t ‘fink I forgot about our deal.”

Your hand quickly covered your mouth as you began laughing, Chris losing it beside you as well

“O-Okay dove I won’t...”

Chris could barely get that sentence out without laughing and the two of you managed to calm down after a couple minutes, Arlie looking between her mom and dad with a stone-faced expression, clearly not finding any of this funny

“Arlie baby you are going to be a force to be reckoned with when you get older”

“Just like you mommy!”

You laughed shaking your head at her before Chris chimed in beside you quickly to agree with his little girl

“Yep, just like mommy”

Chris leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek before wrapping an arm around you and bringing you to him. That moment in the kitchen becoming another mental snapshot you’d hope to keep with you forever, your sassy Arlie girl never failing to make each day as interesting as the last.

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[satellite-evans]

Bubby.

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: when Chris' daughter gives him a nickname, suddenly the other ones don't matter

Word count: 552, a cute little blurb <3

Warnings: Fluffffff ( are we surprised lmao)

A/N: sooooo I'm back with another fluffy blurb! I'm sorry that it's a short one again, but I'm trying to slowly bring my motivation back to life lmao. So, I hope you enjoy it! Please tell me what you think. Recommendations, vents, questions, and many asks are always welcome.

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes.

Happy reading xxx

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Chris was a person who received many nicknames over the years. Hottie, frat boy, America’s golden man, and many more. But there was one that stuck out to him the most; if he was honest, it was his favorite. And the nickname was given to him by none other than his daughter, Adeline.

“Bubby! come here, I missed you bubby!”

the first time she said that Chris and you weren’t so sure who she was referring to. It was the first time she used that word and it could be anyone. It could be you, dodger, Chris, or even her baby doll who she formed a strong connection with.

“Who are you talking to, Addy? Are you talking to mommy, huh?”

“No mommy, you’re so silly,” she said while laughing. “ I’m talking to my bubby, to daddy!”

Saying that Chris was surprised was an understatement of the feelings he was going through. It was like his whole body was in shock, trying to understand and process what he was supposed to feel and react to. Was he happy? Should he cry? Was he supposed to laugh and tickle his daughter to join him? Chris was clueless. But thank god his wife reacted before it became too awkward.

“Omg, you’re so cute, Adeline. That is such a good nickname for your daddy, right Chris?” you turned to look at her husband and saw a smile forming on his face. This was such a big milestone for your husband and your daughter, that you felt so lucky to witness it.

“Oh my god, yes! I love it. Thank you, Addy. You picked such a good nickname for your daddy, my smart little girl.”

With that being said, he attacked his little girl with kisses and tickles, making it another day in the Evans household, where the home was filled with laughter and joy. But this nickname didn’t particularly stop in the cozy home. Wherever they went, Adeline never forgot to call Chris “her bubby”. During family dinners, at the park, dropping her off at the kindergarten, and the one where the entire world found out, at his sexiest man alive interview.

“Hi, I’m Chris Evans and you’re at PEOPLE’s se-”

“You’re not Chris, you’re bubby!”

The voice of your daughter disturbed Chris and made everyone laugh, including your husband and you. Chris insisted that both of you were present since it was so important ( to other people) he wanted his family present.

“I know honey, but the world knows me as Chris, so I have to introduce myself like that, don’t I?” He asked his daughter, who took place on your lap behind the cameras.

“Sorry bubby, please continue.” The crowd awwed after Adeline said that, showing how kind and polite she was, even at a young age.

At that moment, Chris was more proud of getting the title of sexiest man alive. His daughter and his wife were next to him, looking at him with the same adoration in their eyes.

He didn’t care if the world would call him the sexiest man alive; he was and always would be, Adeline’s bubby.

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[sweetsbfreex]

toot.

Summary: your three=year-old joins Chris in his workout

Warnings: none!

Pairings: husband/dad!chris evans x reader

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The pitter-patter of tiny feet against the extortionate floor hits your ears before the sound of a soft, cherub voice. 

“Mommy?” Evelyn calls out.

“I’m in here, honey.” You answer from the living-room, placing your book on your lap. 

She walks through, clad in a boxy patriot baby tee, her pampers, and pink socks. Evidently, it’s a very chill day in the Evans household. Beside her, her Mickey Mouse stuffie drags along the floor. 

“Hi mommy,” she waves her little hand as she comes closer. 

“Hi sweet pea. Is your cartoon all finished?”

She nods a yes. 

You go to respond, but she speaks first. You can tell a thought has popped into her mind with the way her eyes widen.

“Where daddy?” She looks around the room as she asks. His snuggly, strong figure is nowhere in sight, only his mug from earlier. 

“He’s working out in the gym downstairs.”

“Okay!” She turns swiftly, making her way to the basement.

Evelyn makes her way to the basement, down the steps carefully, with one hand clasped around the railing at all times. She walks into the expansive room filled with everything you need to exercise. It always makes it easier for days like this, where you or Chris can workout at home. Or have his personal trainer meet him there. 

“Daddy?” Evelyn calls out. 

Chris is in a prone position, his body supported on his palms and toes of his shoes. His chain clinks against the mat. With his biceps bulging and face glossed with sweat; Chris doesn’t hear the sound of his name until two pink socks stand in his view. 

Chris sits up and pulls his earbuds out. 

“You alright, honey?”

“Hi daddy,” she waves.

“Hi honey” he smiles and chuckles. 

“What are you doing?” She asks and slightly tilts her head to the side. 

Chris tilts his head too, as a quip. “Working out, so I'm all healthy, and can fight all the bad guys.”

“Me too!” 

“You want to be healthy too?”

“No, fight bad guys.”

Of course, Chris thinks to himself. 

“C’mere my brave girl.” Chris grasps her by her sides, tickling her protruding tummy as she squirms in his hold. “We’re gonna start with pushups. So you gotta get on the floor like this..”

She listens intently, but struggles, of course. But that was what her father’s support was for. In the end, she ends up with her butt in the air, unable to get her body flat like her father. But she pushes up and down on her arm, smiling up at Chris.

“I do it!” She laughs. 

“Look at you, you’re gonna beat all the bad guys’ butts.” 

He pats her diaper bottom before getting into position so he can continue. They workout side-by-side. A toddler and her father, the imagery almost ridiculous in the juxtaposition between the two. 

It only takes one set of ten push-ups, before he feels small hands on his back and a little grunt of her trying to lift her body onto him. So he drops his body into a plank, on his knuckles. And she plops herself on her father’s back, gleefully and giggly. 

“Ready?”

“Ready!” But it’s all muddled since her filled cheek is flat against his back. Her arms hanging against the side of his body, feet laid out straight, and her Mickey Mouse stuffy is left behind on the floor. 

He pushes up and down, slowly, cautious as not to disrupt her too much. But she could care less as she laughs, at some point wrapping her arms around his neck. 

“Daddy strong!”

“He has to be,” he answers with a laugh. “How else am I gonna protect you and mom, hm?”

“Dodger.” She answers seriously. 

“That’s true,” he rasps, his breath picking up as he continues to chat and workout. 

Some time passes before he gets close to the ground again. “Ride over.” He jokes. 

His toddler slides off his back to stand next to him

“Are you ready for the next part?” He asks. 

“Yeah!” She claps her hands together and jumps in excitement.

Chris walks over to the rack of dumbbells. He picks up the set of fifty and one five pound dumbbells. He sets the smallest in front of her and holds his in each hand.

“We’re just gonna lift some weights.”

Chris knows there’s no way his three-year-old would be able to lift the dumbbell, but she’s as stubborn as a mule and wants to be involved in every shape and form of her parents’ lives. While Chris does his bicep curls, he cherishes the way his little one stares at the dumbbell for a little too long, then peeks up at him in question. 

“You got it,” he encourages, a lopsided smile on his lips.

So she goes for it. 

She uses both her small hands to grasp the handle. She tries with all her little might, a small squeak past her lips represents her efforts…

Toot. 

“Oops.” She stands to her full height, an innocent look masking her face accompanied by an embarrassed grin. 

“You toot?” Chris asks in hysterics. 

“Wasn’t me,” she crosses her arms over her chest. “Dodger!” 

Chris can’t help but lean back as laughter takes over his body. She’s precious, he thinks to himself. Taking in her distraught face, puffed out cheeks, and furrowed eyebrows. 

“Not me, daddy!”

“Okay, okay,” he drops the dumbbells to pick up her upset figure. “You don’t gotta be embarrassed,” he dotes and kisses her cheek. 

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It’s three in the afternoon before you know it. Chris always finishes his workout by three, so by this time you go to the gym with a strawberry coconut protein milkshake— and a strawberry shake in your other hand, since presumably Eve had joined her father. 

You walk into the sound of a familiar, deep laugh which brings an immediate smile to your face. And heat on your cheeks at the sight of a post-workout Chris. 

“Hi,” You greet the two as you walk in. 

“Look who’s here,” Chris turns towards you and wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer. “Hi,” his eyes brighten at the sight of you and he pulls you in for a chaste kiss. 

“Hi, mommy,” Evelyn recovers quickly, a bright smile on her face as she waves.

“Hi, honey.” You kiss her cheek. “Did you have fun working out with dad?”

“Yes.”

You hold up both cups (one smaller and decorated with Bluey). Chris grabs Eve’s cup and hands it to her before grabbing his. He takes a sip, always looking forward to his wife’s smoothies. They’re always the perfect consistency and garnished with whatever fruit she has used. 

With your hand free, it naturally falls to the nape of Chris’ neck. Your fingers running through his soft locks. 

Eve is quick to take a sip, a milk mustache left behind her in haste. 

“What do we say?” Chris reminds her.

“Thanks, mommy!”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Of course. Anything for my babies,” you squish their cheeks in jest. 

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