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#daddy!chris evans
hansensgirl · 2 years
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୨୧ 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 ୨୧
summary. | you just wanted to go for a stroll down the road—but he wants you to take a walk on the wild side.
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warnings. | non/dubcon (noncon turns to dubcon), dd/lg, dark themes, manipulation, gaslighting, lying, forced drinking (water), dark kinky urges (choking, groping), taking advantage, perversion, mean!chris, forced watersports (forced-peeing yourself, he pees on you), Daddy kink, smut, rough sex, vaginal sex, dacryphilia, sadist!chris, pet names (little one, baby), heavy degradation, heavy dumbification, humiliation, praise, lack of prep, slapping, creampie kink (reader/talking), cum marking, size kink (reader is shorter/he’s much taller), “punishment” (he pretends), one (1) orgasm denied, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!
pairing. | dark!daddy/caregiver!Chris Evans x naive!little!fem!reader.
word count. | 4.6k
author’s note. | happy birthday to my most bestest girl @sweetlilbambi!! i love you so so much!! hope you enjoy this! thank you so much for everything, i’m so glad you’re my friend! dm’ing you that one time was the best decision ever! have a great birthday baby!! i love you to the moon and back!! unbeta’d, so all mistakes are my own. please no kinkshaming :) this is an au! i obviously don’t think chris is capable of doing this. MINORS DNI! 18+ ONLY!
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“C’mon, drink up, little one. You don’t want Daddy to be upset, do you?” Chris coaxes, his dominant hand holding your sippy cup as he tilts it for you. You clutch your stuffed animal to your torso—a Le Mutt that Chris managed to snag from eBay. 
With quick gulps, you finish the cup filled with water. 
Chris stands up and looks down, smiling at you, “good girl.” The praise makes you feel all warm and mushy. You’d do anything he asks because of those two promised words. Good girl. You’re Daddy’s good girl. 
“Daddy, are we gonna stay home today?” you question, noticing that he’s been pacing around non-stop, yet you’re wearing your little girl panties. When Daddy takes you somewhere, he puts big girl panties on you. “No, little one. Why’d you ask? Hm?” Chris questions, a piece of his hair falling from the pile that rests on his head.
“Nothin’... Saw you doin’ a bunch of stuff, Daddy. Got curious,” you sheepishly explain, tilting forward and leaning on his legs. Rubbing your cheek on his pants, you mildly wince at the cramp in your stomach. 
Whatever—you’ve been sitting in the same odd position for far too long.
“Really? You spyin’ on me now? I’m just getting some stuff sorted. Do you wanna go out?” 
“Mmm… Yes? Please? Not too long, though. Or too far. Maybe just the park? And we can take Dodgy with us too! Wait, where’s Dodgy, Daddy?” you suddenly shriek, realising you haven’t heard from the dog at all. “Aw, baby. I took him to my mom’s! She missed him a whole lot—way more than you do when I’m gone filming!”
You pout despite the genuinity of Chris’s explanation. Dodger is your best friend—you love playing with him when Daddy is busy. “When’s he comin’ back?” you inquire, unknowingly digging your chin into the hard skin of his leg. “Hm… I think the day after tomorrow, little one. That’s Thursday! But don’t worry, it’s gonna go by so quick, it’ll be like he wasn’t even gone!” your Daddy exclaims.
“And plus,” he starts, “we’ll have so much fun together.”
Eventually, you eagerly nod your head and giggle. Chris lets out a chuckle at your sweet reaction, adoring how cute you are. 
Sometimes, he has the urge to just hurt you because you rot his teeth far too much. Worse than cotton candy or those blue raspberry jolly ranchers that get stuck in his molars. Strong hands are ready to squeeze you—your face, your torso, your throat, your ass.
“Like when we go on our walk! We goin’ to the park, right, Daddy?” 
You sit up on your knees, wincing as the liquid in your stomach sloshes. There’s a mild pressure there as well, but you ignore it. You just drank your water too soon. 
“Hm… We won’t go to the park, little one. We’ll walk down the road to the forest, okay?” he offers, knowing there’s no point in going to the park when Dodger isn’t here.
As Chris awaits your answers, he shakes one of his hands. A small fidget, and now he realises he’s a bit nervous. He shouldn’t be.
This isn’t like the first time he was caught by the paparazzi or when he had an emotionally trying scene to film. It’s not the first movie premiere honouring him, and it certainly isn’t his first photo shoot. 
Just a small nudge in the right direction for you. Chris knows you’ll say no, and he can’t take rejection lightly. 
“Oh, yes, please, Daddy! I love goin’ there. Not much people and we can draw on the ground,” you cheer, pushing your white stuffed animal closer to your face. “You wanna bring your chalk, baby? We can draw some animals! Remember we said we’d draw sheepies next time?” Chris recalls for you, unable to hide his smile. 
You let out a tiny, quiet squeal at the memory. “Mhm! Daddy, ‘m so excited! Wait, we go now or later?” you ask, bringing the stuffed animal down to your knees. “Do you wanna go right now?” he asks, still at full height. “...Yes, please, Daddy…”
The sheepishness of your attitude makes Chris as hard as a rock. Beneath his trousers and boxers, his cock leaks with want—with need. But you’re too oblivious to notice the bulge that begs to be taken care of. 
Fortunately, you don’t have any toys out of their designated boxes. You’ve simply been watching your Daddy and bouncing Le Mutt around with fantastical stories being acted out. Unlike your significant other, you’re no actress. 
“You don’t have to change your clothes, baby. Let me get our adventure bag ready, and then we’ll go,” he tells you, and when you say okay, Daddy, he leaves you in your playroom. The door shuts behind the older man, and there’s a thin-lipped smile on his face. 
Chris unscrews the cap of your bottle and presses the edge of it against the lever on the fridge. 
The pink plastic is filled with water at your preferred temperature in just a few seconds. He doesn't plan on giving it to you just yet—it’s only for added measure.
He pulls open the drawer and grabs the pastel backpack. Each leather section is a different colour, and the pattern is symmetrical. Blue, green, purple. You’re the one who chose it and winced at the three-digit price.
Chris told you that he has a special discount—another lie. They leave his mouth in a practically rehearsed manner. 
Carefully, he places both items on the marble countertop behind him and follows his footsteps back to your room. He pushes the door open with ease and finds that you’ve fixed up your appearance a little bit. It’s too bad it’ll all get ruined in just a few moments.
“Daddy? Can you help me put on my shoes, please?” you politely request, holding up a pair of sneakers with flowers embroidered on the sides. “Of course, little one. But you gotta do your checklist first, remember?” Chris tells you, gesturing to the small poster he helped you draw a while ago.
“Okay… Uhm… I got my shoes, I’m dressed for the weather, Daddy has the baggie, I have Daddy… And that’s it?” you check before gasping. “Oh! And I don’t have to pee, so I won’t have an accident!” 
Hook, line, sinker.
“You sure, princess? Did you already go to the bathroom? You know the rules,” your Daddy hums, referencing rule #5. Always tell Daddy you’re going to the bathroom. “Nuh-uh! Don’t break rules, Daddy. I just don’t have to pee,” you smile, ignoring the ache in your stomach. 
It may be uncomfortable, but in your eyes, going for your walk is more of a priority. “Baby, you’re supposed to go to the bathroom even if you don’t have the urge. When we get out there, we’re gonna have to cut our walk short because you’ll want to pee then,” he explains in faux exasperation. 
You pout at Chris’s tone. Being his good girl is your forte. Rarely are you ever a brat. The occasional whining laces with your words, but you apologise for it before he can start his countdown from 10 to 1. 
“No, Daddy! I promise. Can we go now, please?” you question, standing up and grabbing his sweater. You always keep a hand on him. “I’m sorry, baby, but we’re not going anywhere just yet. You’re using the bathroom before we leave. Don’t make me punish you,” Chris warns.
Head tilting back, you fight a wail that desperately wants to leave your mouth. “Please, Daddy! I promise, I don’t have to go at all!” you try to convince him, even though your full bladder begs to differ. Chris raises one of his eyebrows slightly, and his jaw clenches.
“One… Two…” he begins, resting his hands on his hips. “Go. Now,” he interrupts before continuing his counting. “Three, four, five…” You shake your head rapidly and squeeze your thighs, spewing gibberish pleas to your caregiver. “D– Daddy!” you whisper-cry, arms coming up to Chris’ shoulders.
Eventually, the pain becomes too much, and you start nodding to try and convey your surrender. “Well, you better pee now, princess. It’s gonna get warmer and warmer out there, and your walk won’t be as nice,” Chris warns. You turn on your heel and leave the room, skipping before limping to the nearest bathroom.
It’s next door and near your playroom—the one full of filthy and scandalous toys. In an overlap, it’s painted in the same colour scheme as your other playroom. Pink and white walls with a sort of sunset-feel to them. 
But as you reach for the doorknob, strong hands grab you and nudge you into the almost-fictional room. For fans and gossip mongers, it’s a rumour. For you and your Daddy, it’s very much real. 
You nearly fall to the ground with the strength you’re pushed with. A call for your Daddy comes from you on instinct, but the shushing he gives you isn’t from afar. No, Chris is right behind you—hot on your tail. 
“Careful, baby. You’re gonna hurt yourself,” your Daddy coos, grabbing you by the elbow and pulling you up. He makes you stand in front of him even though you desperately need to relieve yourself. “Daddy, please? Can I go to the bathroom? I– I’ll make it quick! And ‘m never gonna be a brat again. ‘M sorry—please?” you beg.
Chris’s eyes rake up and down your body, lingering at your exposed legs. Your knees touch as you try to fight back the urge to go right there and then. The pinched look on your face is adorable, and so is the pout you’re sporting. You’re oblivious to your expression while your caregiver soaks it all in.
Your lips part in a bid to beg once more, but the older man is quicker than you. “Shh…” Chris shushes, dragging out his soothing sound and tightening his grip on you. 
Letting out a sob, you can’t hold it anymore. Tears leak down your cheeks as the dam inside you breaks. Your panties and skirt are ruined, soaked in your piss—and it’s all your fault. If you had listened to Chris at first, this never would’ve happened. You should’ve trusted your Daddy. 
“Oh, poor baby…” he coos, still not letting go. In fact, he pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around your delicate frame as you make a mess. The drips patter on the floors, and you’re covered in your liability. That ache in your abdomen dissipates when your streams come to a slow stop. “Shh… You’re okay, now, princess.”
Sobs wrack your chest as you push your face into Chris’s warmth. “Look at what happens when you don’t listen to Daddy, baby. You made a mess everywhere! And now we can’t go on our walk,” he gently scolds you, pulling you away although your clutch his shirt within your hands. 
You nod and look down, still sniffling and wallowing in both regret and shame. With Chris, there was no need for embarrassment. But now, you’re riddled with humiliation and have half a mind to get on your soiled knees and start grovelling. 
“‘M sorry, Daddy… I’m so sorry!” you exclaim through your weeping. “It’s okay, princess,” he reassures, further pushing his stiff member into your stomach. 
You notice Chris’s largeness, sparking curiosity inside your fuzzy mind, but you choose to ignore it. 
“But you know you have to be punished, princess. Remember rule #3? Whenever you make a mess, you need to take your punishment,” Chris tells you, nudging you in the right direction. 
You’ve left things in shambles and ruins so much that your Daddy had to create an absolute rule to get you to stop. “Mhm… I’ll take my punishment, Daddy… You’re not mad?” 
Hope riddles your words, and you crane your neck to look up at the older man. “I’m not mad. I’m just disappointed, baby. But it’s okay. Your punishment will fix it all up,” Chris hums, leaning down to rub his nose against yours.
The soothing action makes you smile, though it’s wobbly from your sadness. “Uh-huh, uh-huh! Will take punishment like a good girl, Daddy! Pinky promise,” you tell him, going to extend your tiny finger out before Chris manhandles you with the same roughness from before.
Suddenly, you’re bent over the bench he reserves for his more impact play-related repercussions. Spankings are painful, but you’d rather take those than your caregiver’s wrath. You await your hits patiently, holding onto the edge of the seat. 
What comes isn’t a swat from a belt or a slap from Chris’s hands. No, instead, his voice is low, and the abruptness of it makes you flinch. “Fuck, you made me so damn hard, baby. I oughta treat you like a whore for that. It was so damn sexy,” he mumbles, and you’re now more lost than ever.
You desperately want to ask the older man what his words mean, but you’re worried you’ll upset him more. The mere thought makes your heart ache immensely. 
Rough hands flip your wet skirt up, and they squeeze the plump flesh of your ass. Chris gropes you roughly, his harsh touches making your cunt clench in anticipation. Fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear, and he pulls them down. 
Cool air hits your folds, leaving you even more vulnerable than you already are. Your eyes flutter shut as you wait for the first spank, but it never comes. Rustling is heard behind you, and you want to look at Chris badly.
Your caregiver fumbles with the buttons and zipper on his pants. His cock begs to be released and shoved inside your tight, warm, wet channel. The memories of you wetting yourself in front of him replay in his mind over and over—making his member twitch under the confines.
Rather than stinging, you feel the leaky, mushroom tip of your Daddy’s cock. It presses against your fuckhole, and the realisation has you clenching on instinct. “Look at that tiny pussy, baby. Daddy’s cock always abuses this little hole, hm? Poor thing…” 
You whimper at his words, the filth never failing to leave you weak. Chris rubs his engorged cock between your folds that are soaked with different fluids. The pre-cum that rolls in beads mixes with your mess, and he hisses from the friction. 
Each time the older man’s member rubs on your clit, you bite back a whine. You’re not sure what your penalty is, but you take whatever Chris gives you. “I wish I could stretch this cunt out, princess, but Daddy needs to punish you, so you’re just gonna handle it like a big girl, okay?” he tells you.
But he doesn’t wait for your response. He simply lines up with your entrance and pushes in roughly, bottoming out in one strugglesome stroke. “Shit, you’re so tight, baby. Even after I’ve pounded this fuckhole, you still feel like a fucking vice,” Chris groans, his balls touching your wet clit. 
His cock is so deep inside you that it’s overwhelming. Your varying emotions burn into each other and leave you a blur. A few seconds pass, and while you still haven't adjusted fully, the stretch isn’t as bad as it was at first. 
Short breaths leave your mouth as you soothe yourself. “You better take this dick like a good girl, princess. Or else Daddy’s gonna have to punish you even more,” Chris husks, his voice full of darkness and capability. 
“‘M gonna take your cock like a good girl, Daddy! I promise!” you whisper-shout cheerfully. He hums in delight, looking at your face in the mirror's reflection. It’s squished as you’ve pressed your head against your folded arms, keeping yourself low as you’re ashamed. “Good girl.”
Chris can read you like a picture book—the easiest task he’ll ever be handed.
Eventually, he pulls his hips back until just his mushroom head remains inside your cunt. He already shines with your wetness. Then, he sheathes himself once again and begins to fuck you. His pace is moderate, but his thrusts are rough.
It’s almost as if your cervix bruises with each push and pull. Occasionally, your Daddy’s cock kisses your sweet spot and leaves you shuddering with pleasure. You gnaw on the skin of your arm as you try your best to not whine. 
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, your wet squelches and pathetic moans following. “Such a dirty little whore, hm? Making a mess everywhere, and you still want Daddy to fuck you,” Chris spits, and you hum as best as possible. 
You angle your eyes to the mirror, and watch as your fully-clothed boyfriend fucks into you. The hair piled on his head falls just a bit as he looks down, watching your cunt stretching around his thick cock. 
Suddenly, one of the hands that grip your waist tightly comes up to your head, grabbing the back of your skull. Chris leans forward, his chest pressed against your back as his head slots between the crook of your neck. He looks at the mirror and locks gazes with you, his thrust halting as his hand approaches your face.
Thick fingers rest against your cheek, and you give your Daddy a shy smile. He returns it before pulling his palm away. You barely have time to let out a sound of confusion when he lands a smack on your skin. Chris does so continuously, slapping you until your skin stings and numbs. 
At the same time, the older man grinds his cock inside you. The friction is delicious and contrasts the pain that blooms in your face. He groans right in your ear, and you let out whimpers that sound like sobs mixed with moans. 
His balls rub against your clit as his cock tortures both your spongey spot inside you and your cervix. Your skin feels raw once Chris is done abusing it, waiting for the next blow even though it doesn’t come. His touch is like a phantom—you still feel it. 
“Messy little girl… It’s a good thing you have Daddy here to clean up after you,” he coos, kissing your other cheek before he resumes his thrusting. “T– Thank you, Daddy,” you obediently tell Chris, the coarse hairs of his beard scraping your right cheek. It almost balances the pain in your visage.
“You made me do this, baby. This is all your fault. See what happens when you don’t do what Daddy says? You become a disgusting little thing,” Chris grunts, his words mean but true. His thrusts move with such ease—your arousal is more than obvious now. “But it’s okay. Daddy loves nasty little girls like you.”
He presses chaste kisses to the side of your face, tongue trailing along where your tears streaked. Your caregiver laps up the remaining saltiness on your skin. “You’re just leaking everywhere, aren't you, princess? From those little doe eyes to that tight cunt of yours,” Chris moans, picking up the pace and roughness of his thrusts again.
You cry out as a different pressure builds inside you. It’s not as painful as the previous one but just as demanding. Flames lick at your insides as you cry out, a signal for your Daddy. 
“Awe, is my little girl gonna come already? Hm? Gonna make another mess?” the older man taunts, nipping at your ear. “Uh-huh, uh-huh,” you moan, your thighs squeezing together, and your breathing quickens.
“I think you’ve done enough begging for the day, baby. Go ahead, cream Daddy’s cock and then I’ll forgive you,” Chris tells you, and the bargain is more than enough for your core to clench around his cock. You squeeze him tightly, crying out, Daddy. “Yeah, that’s right. I’m your Daddy, and you better listen to me all the time.”
You nod your head as your slick coats his red member. Creaminess spills out of your sweet cunt, and Chris groans at the sight. The tightness around his cock is addictive, the very thing he has to fantasise about when he’s away from home. 
“Shit, look at all that cream, baby. Such a good little slut for me—squeezing my cock with that dirty fuckhole a’ yours,” he seethes, an arm wrapping around your shoulders and pressing you close to his chest. “Mmm… Th– Thank you, Daddy!” you squeal, each punch of Chris’s hips pushing a moan out of your throat.
He groans against your skin, taking in the scent of you that is simply unforgettable. While the older man is musk and cologne, you’re sweet lotion and sweat—tears and fear, too. 
You can barely breathe steadily with the way your boyfriend is fucking you. He abuses your sopping hole and leaves no room for you to catch a break. Your cream soaks his cock and drips down his heavy, swollen balls. The sacks slap against your clit and send jolts of pleasure up your spine. 
“Stupid slut, pissing everywhere like you’re a little baby. But you are, aren’t you? A stupid little baby who can’t live without her Daddy,” Chris groans, remembering the fear in your eyes and the mildly tinted stream that flowed down your legs and onto the floor. “See what happens when you don’t listen to your Daddy? You become a mess that even you can’t clean up.”
Nodding your eyes, his words sink in like sharp blades on soft skin—skin stained with pee because you just had to be a dumb baby. 
Another orgasm shines past the horizon, slowly peeking and ready to blend with the intensity of the night that once was. “Ah—Daddy– Gonna come again. Can I come, please? Please? ‘S so good…” you plead, words dragging into a pathetic moan. “Already, baby? Oh, you’re such a dirty girl. Good thing Daddy knows how whores should get treated. Go ahead, come on my cock since you just can’t help it.”
On his order, the elastic inside you snaps quickly, and you flood Chris’s cock with your slick once more. The room smells of filthy things—sex, sweat, spit, and urine. 
“Good girl,” Chris grunts in your ear as you squeeze him tightly. “Such a good fucking girl.”
You babble like the baby you are, making your caregiver laugh. His chuckle is a low baritone that makes you even wetter. Squelching sounds join your moans and a ring of creaminess forms at the base of his cock. It stains Chris’s flushed skin and the trimmed hairs there. 
“T– Thank you, Daddy. Thank you s– so much…” you pant, riding your high as your boyfriend fucks you through the euphoria. His thrusts haven’t relented and keep that same rough, punishing pace. Repeatedly, he attacks either your sweet spot or your cervix, causing you to wince and whine. “You’re welcome, princess.”
Helpless, you try to slump down. Your body gives out, and you give all your weight to Chris. He holds you up with his incredible strength before tutting. “Uh-uh, already fucked out, baby? How pathetic. It’s okay. Daddy’s got you. Just give up,” he snarls, and you nod your head. He’s rendered you wordless—stupid, really. 
“You feel good and stupid, hm? Letting Daddy’s fat cock fill you up inside of some thoughts. Dumb, cock-hungry whore,” he groans, chest and muscles all flexing as you clench down. 
Wet walls squeeze Chris so tightly—almost as if you’re just to fight him, trying to push his cock out of your cunt. But don’t you know? You were made to take his dick—moulded like his custom-made fleshlight. 
The dresser’s mirror bounces against the wall each time Chris thrusts forward, pounding your little cunt. Your lips itch for something, either a passionate kiss or your pacifier. But you’re being punished right now, and the last thing you want to do is upset your Daddy. 
His roughness is practically terrifying. It’s like the one who has sworn to protect you is bullying you and your poor little pussy. You lie there helpless, taking Chris’s cock because it’s what he wants you to do. 
Loud grunts, groans, and moans are in your ear, the volume hurting you so badly. But the sounds themselves are gorgeous. 
Your Daddy’s impressive shaft pulls high-pitched sounds and your wetness out of you. He drips in your cream, soaking the area surrounding the connection. “So wet for Daddy even though he’s just so mean to you, huh? I think you’re enjoying this a little too much, baby,” Chris notes.
You’re too far gone to understand what he’s saying. It’s kind of like when he’s in his meetings, and he uses those big words that you never hear of until then. You get hung up on his pronunciation, replaying it over and over until it sounds like absolute nonsense. 
A third climax claws its way through your body, leaving pleasurable wounds in its wake. “O– Oh my! D– Daddy, can I come again?” you politely request, hoping he’s let you. This one is so intense that you’re sure you’ll make another mess that, fortunately, won’t be as humiliating as your earlier one. “Again? You’re joking, right?”
The harshness of his tone makes you whimper, but you still nod your head. “No, no, you don’t get to come, baby. What a fucking slut,” Chris spits, and just as you’re about to squirt all over his member, he pulls out.
You’re left sobbing and gaping, fuckhole stretched wide open and repeatedly clenching around nothing. The sudden emptiness is almost unbearable. Your clit throbs, and you try to rub your thighs to alleviate the ache, but Chris doesn’t let you. 
Your pussy is coated in shininess. The sparkle and gleam of your juices make the older man want to fuck his fist so badly, but he can’t. 
“P– Please, Daddy!”
He stands back, his hold leaving and causing you to fall forward. Your chest heaves, and your heart clamours. Chris holds his cock in his dominant hand and pulls your skirt up even more. 
“Shhh, shhh. Stay there—just like that,” he shushes. Suddenly, warm liquid coats your skin. It sprays on your back, your ass, your thighs, and drips down to the hardwood floors. You let out a sound of confusion that echoes like a sob. 
Turning your head, you look back in horror and watch as your Daddy pisses on you. He’s called you his plaything, his doll, his fleshlight—what’s next? His personal urinal?
“Aww… How sweet. You and your pussy are crying, little one,” Chris coos. “Shh… No, no, it’s okay. It’s just your punishment, baby! I had to do it. You’re taking it so well. See? Daddy made a mess, too!” 
His consolation works—the older man knows that. He watches as the tiny, pink, useless gears in your head turn before you nod your head and smile at him. Chris can feel himself getting harder in his hand.
Eventually, the stream stops, and he uses your wetness as lube. He jerks himself off in expert, quick strokes. He steps closer and aims for your cunt this time, watching as it adjusts to not having himself inside. 
“W– Wait, D– Daddy! P– Please—Inside? Want you to fill me up with your cum, Daddy! Please! I won’t be a brat ever again! A– And I’ll clean up the messes, too!” you bargain, but Chris simply ignores you.
With a deep groan, he hits his climax. Ropes of cum land on your swollen folds wasted on marking you when you could’ve been filled up with his spunk. Instead of a cumdump, you’re now his little cumrag. 
“Poor thing… You’re so messy. I guess Daddy’s gonna have to teach you how to clean up after yourself. I think you’d look cute in a maid’s outfit, baby. What do you think?”
You’re not sure what to say—expected. Dirty, dumb little girls like you don’t think. Daddy has to do everything for you. 
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dcllbows · 3 months
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𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬
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pairing | daddy!chris x little!reader
summary | when your least favorite time of the month comes in the middle of the night, chris is there for you every step of the way.
warnings | heavy mentions of periods, blood mentions, reader is in a lot of pain, soft!daddy chris
notice | my blog is not suitable for those under the age of 18. if that applies to you, please navigate away from this page.
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your soft, pained moans woke chris in an instant. “bubby?” you whined, reaching for him. he accepted you into his arms.
“what’s the matter, pumpkin? are you hurt?” you nodded meekly, chris’s face softening at your answer. “what hurts, bunny?”
“my tummy and my back.” you replied, eyes welling with tears. you began to sob. chris stroked your hair as you hiccuped, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. he loathed seeing you in pain, but enjoyed the fact that he was your source of comfort.
“it’s okay princess, bubby’s here.” the nickname was something that you only called him when you were feeling especially little, but he embraced it. his hand found your inner thigh, and he gasped when he felt that it was wet. “oh, sweetheart. are you bleeding?”
you nodded again, more tears slipping down your cheeks. “i’m sorry, daddy.”
“don’t apologize, sweet pea, this is perfectly normal. daddy’s gonna get you all cleaned up.”you both rose from the bed, chris’s arm around your side. your head feel limply onto his shoulder as he made an effort to support with his other arm. “it’s alright, puppy,” he whispered, “daddy’s got you.”
“daddy’s got me.” you echoed, his heart softening at the proclamation. as he all but carried you to the bathroom, you quivered at the chill in the room, burrowing into chris’s chest. “‘s cold, bubby.”
“i know, honey. we’re gonna take a nice warm bath.” despite your frail state, you perked up.
“we? like you and me?” chris nodded, smiling. “yay! thank you daddy!” you wrapped your arms around him, forgetting your ailment and quickly becoming dizzy. you kept a hold of chris until he set you down on the edge of the bath.
kneeling before you, he pulled off your socks, followed by your panties. “arms up, bubba.” he whispered, removing your shirt. he turned the crystalline knob, making the faucet pour warm water into the tub.
he lowered you in before pulling off his clothes and following, positioning himself so that you were sat in between his legs. you laid your head back so that the top of your head rested in the crook of his neck. “the water feel nice?” he asked, rubbing your thigh. you gave a weary nod.
his hand migrated to between your legs, tickling your inner thigh. “whatcha doin’, papa?” you giggled.
“my pretty girl’s ticklish, isn’t she?” he smiled at you. you shook your head. “are you sure?” his fingers danced up your abdomen, making you burst into a fit of laughter. after he was done, his strong arms wrapped around your body. “you feelin’ better, baby?”
you nodded. “i wike bein’ in the bath wif you, dada.” your eyes drifted shut as you curled up into his chest.
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manic-eddie · 2 years
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POV: what your camera roll would look like if you were dating chris evans
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valleyfae · 2 years
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okay, daddy!chris idea. chris fucking you in missionary while you hold the special buzz stuffie he got you. with lots of praise and forehead kisses >.<
*Dies*
Some backstory: Chris is coming home early to catch you desperately rutting against the big, fluffy teddy bear he got you a week or two ago. Let’s just say… over the knee, bum stinging, and very much whimpering. Chris is a soft dom, but he also has strict rules and is stern when he needs to be, okay?!?!
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The speed of his thrust increases; he pushes deeper and deeper, pulling cries from your sore throat. "Can’t hold it, daddy, can’t hold it." An overwhelming amount of pleasure rushes over you as you come dangerously closer to your climax.
“I know, angel, I know.”
You squirm, salty tears swelling at your waterline, bottom lip trembling under your teeth, legs inseparably clinging to Chris’ waist. "Feels too good. D-Daddy, I can’t hold it any longer," you whimper, nails digging deeper into the soft toy.
"Gotta promise to tell daddy next time you’re feeling needy." Squirming underneath Chris’ towering figure, you hide your face in his muscular chest. "I know you can be a good girl, but you can’t go and hump the stuffies daddy buys you if he doesn’t tell you to."
Embarrassment heats your cheeks; all you can do is frantically whimper, nodding and furrowing your brows.
Pressing his velvety lips to your forehead Chris’ hot breath sinks into your skin, "Use your words, angel. Tell me you’re going to follow the rules and not make a mess on your new stuffie," he grunts. "Tell daddy you’ll be his good girl and wait for him to come home."
"Promise, I promise. I won’t break any more rules ever. I’m your good girl."
Clenching around Chris’ thick shaft, you whimper, hiding your face in the brand new stuffie he bought you. “There you are.” Peppering kiss to the side of you neck, he smugly chuckles as you reach your high. “That’s my good little girl.”
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holylulusworld · 7 months
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Nrfth (10) - Past pain
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Summary: Betrayal cuts deep. If your heart and trust get damaged. Can you find a way back?
Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!Reader
Warnings: angst, mentions of past heartbreak/shitty behavior/break-ups, groveling, angry reader, arguments, adorable Lilly Anne
A/N: Bunny is the nickname for the reader’s daughter.
No rest for the heartbroken masterlist
<< Part 9
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“Mommy, look! I got ice cream with Captain America's colors,” your daughter grins from ear to ear. Her obsession with your former lover’s role always makes your heart throb. If only she knew in reality he’s not the hero she believes he is. “Mr. Chris bought it for me.”
“Of course, he did,” you can’t keep the bitterness out of your voice. “How about you eat it slowly, Bunny.” You softly say as your daughter shovels the ice cream in her mouth. “We don’t want you to choke on it.”
“It tastes great,” she excitedly says. “It got sprinkles on it!” You try to remain calm, and not show your true emotions. How you’d love to punch Chris’s face while he dares to sit next to your daughter, acting like he’s the charming boy next door.
“She wanted me to buy it,” Chris sheepishly says. “I asked her which sort she wants to eat. Lilly Ann politely asked me to buy this one. She loved the colors. Don’t you want to eat something too?”
“YAY MOMMY! Eat some ice cream. It tastes so good,” your daughter grins at Chris. “Right, Mr. Chris. You’ll buy mommy ice cream too..” She batts her eyelashes and give Chris her sweetest smile. “He’s a nice man.”
If only your daughter knew what kind of man Chris really is. A heartbreaker. Someone letting you down when you are vulnerable.
“Right,” you force a smile on your face to not give away that you hate Chris for what he had done to you, your daughter, and your career. “Bunny, eat up. Aunt Tracey is waiting for you. I got something important to talk about with Mr. Chris.”
“OH! Do you want to invite him to my birthday?” She gasps audibly. “Mr. Chris, will you bring your shield? Please? Everyone will be so jealous if you bring it.” Lilly Anne grabs Chris’s wrist, tugging at it. “You will come to my birthday party, right?”
“I-I’d love to. I need to talk to your mommy first, okay? I got a busy schedule and—” he licks his lips. Chris doesn’t want to overstep. Even though, he’d do anything to come to his daughter’s birthday party and play her hero. “I will try to come.”
“Did you hear? Captain America comes to my birthday party Mommy,” your daughter wiggles on her seat. She can’t wait to tell all her friends that her hero will come to her party. “I bet Aunt Tracey will like him too.”
You choke on the air. Tracey will not like having Chris around. She will kill him without batting an eyelash. Your best friend moved heaven and hell to support you. Even when she’s married now, Tracey is a constant in your life you don’t want to miss.
“Lilly Anne, please eat up. We need to head home,” you whisper as you run your hand over her head. She nods but sighs deeply.
“Can I see the doggo again? He’s so cute and friendly,” she sniffs. Your child loves pets, especially dogs and cats. “Please, Mr. Chris. Can you bring him to my birthday party? He’ll get a treat too.”
“We will see, Lilly Anne.” Chris tries not to hold his hopes high. He knows that he fucked big time and broke your heart. There is no coming back from the pain he caused. He can only hope that you find a way to forgive him, or at least give him the chance to get to know his daughter…”
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“I will castrate him!” Tracey balls her hands into fists. “He had the guts to tell you that someone extorted him?” She snorts. “Like hell. That asshole never tried to contact you.”
“I burned down all the bridges when I left the States.” You groan as you try to find an excuse for Chris’s behavior. “No. If he wanted to find me, he would’ve found a way.”
“Exactly, babe. Don’t let that bastard get under your skin.” She clicks her tongue. “What if I come with you?” Tracey offers. “We could ask Michelle to keep an eye on our little angel while I give that goddamn liar hell.”
“I don’t want to start a fight or think about the past. I need to…” You shrug. “Michelle was right. I need clarity. I will listen to him and say my goodbyes.”
“Babe,” Tracey searches your face, “don’t get weak for him. We both know he’s nothing but a lying piece of shit.”
“I-“You know Tracey is right. Chris broke your heart and ruined your career. But you loved him with all your heart. A huge part of him is still in your life. In the form of your daughter. “I need to give him the chance to explain things to me. What he did was fucked up, but he gave me something I never would’ve dared to dream of.”
“Lilly Anne.” Tracey lowers her voice. She doesn’t want to wake your daughter. “Fine. Let me take care of the little bug while you give that bastard hell for me.”
She grins. “I love you too, babe.”
“I know.”
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“Talk,” you snap at Chris. There is no reason to be friendly around him now. Lilly Anne is not around, so you can be as angry and loud as you want to. “No. Wait. Let me say my part first.”
“Y/N, please hear me out. I know you don’t owe me anything but give me the chance to explain what happened back then.”
“Damn right,” you are in his face. “I owe you shit, Chris. No one would give you the chance to explain your side of the story after what you did to me. You ruined me in any way!”
All damn breaks. You push against his shoulders. “Y/N.”
“No! You won’t say a damn thing! It’s my turn,” you yell, making Chris flinch. “I was in love with you! In love!” You wrinkle your nose to push the tears away. The last thing you want is to cry in front of him. “You fucked me, and then you go and tell me about some other woman.”
“Baby, I-“You slap his cheek this time. Hard enough to leave an angry handprint.
“Shut up!” You point your index finger at him. “And then, I thought that you couldn’t act shittier, you go and ruin my career too. I tried to act professional and filmed the last scenes only for you to kick me out of the show.”
“I told you that it wasn’t my intention-“ he raises his hands in surrender when you glare at him. “Please let me explain.”
“Fuck you!” You cry. “Fuck you! Fuck you! I felt like a freight train hit me. You left me there on the ground, bleeding and crying.”
“Y/N,” he tries again but you push him away the moment he tries to touch you. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t!” You sneer. “Sorry doesn’t fix shit! Because of your selfishness, I raised our daughter alone. She asks me about you all the time, and I lie. I lie because I can’t tell her that you give a shit about her mother.”
“That’s not true! I would’ve explained everything to you, but you were gone,” Chris chokes out. “No one knew where you moved to.”
“Right.” You huff. “If you care about a person, you find a way to contact them. You simply didn’t care about me. I was just a warm body you used for some time until you moved on to the next.”
“I loved you too!” Chris yells now. “I tried to protect you! I know it was the worst way to do so but I did it to save your reputation.”
“And yours!” You snap at him. “Don’t act as if you didn’t try to save your squeaky-clean image, Chris. This was all about protecting yourself, not me. Do you honestly believe an apology will make up for what you did to me? You not only broke my heart but ruined my career too. I had to start anew while being pregnant of the man breaking my heart.”
“I know.” He lightly shrugs his shoulders and sniffles. “I fucked up big time. Maybe I was scared to ruin my career and reputation too. I chose the easy way out. I knew you would’ve given a shit if that woman leaks nudes of you and me. But I…”
“You didn’t want to risk that I’ll choose the hard way,” you conclude. “So, you sacrificed our love and my career to save your cowardly ass.”
“I guess…”
As you stare at him, all the anger you pushed down for so many years still runs through your veins. “I hate you!”
You’re trembling with anger. “I know, and you have all the right to hate me. Maybe you should hit me again or run me over with your car. It’s just…”
“No-“ you cut him off. “I won’t let you into my daughter’s life. You will only abandon her for your career. I let you hurt me, but I will not get my baby girl hurt because I’m too weak to protect her.”
“I swear, this will never happen. Please, let me at least come to her party. I promise to play by your rules. Just…” He sniffs as tears roll down his cheeks. You’re not sure if he’s playing yet another role, or if these are real tears. “I can bring the shield and make her happy. If you want to make me leave afterward, I’ll go.”
You square your jaw. Lilly Anne wouldn’t stop talking about Chris, his dog, and that Captain America will come to her party this afternoon. “You’ve got an hour. Bring the dog and the shield.”
You turn on your heels to leave.
“Wait…I can prove that I didn’t lie,” he places his hand on your shoulder. “At least let me prove that I’m not a liar…”
>> Part 11
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hii can i please request a rainy day with daddy chris? watching cartoons and cuddling. hope your doing well btw and i love your fics sm! <33
Rainy Day
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Pairing: daddy!chris x little!reader
Warnings: Age Regression, fluff, don't like? Don't read!
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You pout while looking out the window where it was pouring non-stop. The actual plan was to go to the dog park with Dodger today but it was already raining when you woke up.
You were in your playroom sitting and waiting with Dodger before the window after breakfast and desperately hoped for the sun to come out again.
"What are you two doing?" your Daddy asked while walking inside to stand behind you, leaning down to kiss your head and reaching to the side to scratch behind the pup's ear.
"Don't wike the rain" you pout again, leaning against Chris.
"Oh, Honey, I know you wanted to go to the park. I promise we go tomorrow if it's not raining again, yeah?" he said and you nod, you were still a little disappointed but it's not your daddy's fault that it's raining and you know that.
Chris tried to distract you by playing different kinds of games with you for a while when he saw you start to rub your eyes and yawned a few times.
"What do you think of cuddling and watching cartoons for a bit and later we can look through the coloring book that Seb gave you last week, how does that sound?" he asked and you stopped playing, making grabby hands for him.
"Yes pwease," you gave him a little smile. He picked you up and pecked your lips, making his way to the living room with Dodger trotting behind.
On the way there he stopped by the bedroom to get your stuffie and favorite blankie that he knows comforts you very much.
"What does the princess want to watch?" he asked while setting you down on the sofa, handing you your comfort items and you giggled.
"The Pwincess and the Frog!" you smiled, going with the nickname.
"A good decision, isn't that right buddy?" Chris asked and Dodger barked in agreement, jumping on the couch and laying down beside you.
Chris put on the movie and sat down on your other side, placing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer.
He grabbed your blankie and covered you with it and you took some of it to also cover your daddy with it.
During the movie Chris was rubbing either your back or your arm, that's something he does often when you're close to falling asleep.
Later that day, after you had taken your nap on the couch, you were sitting in the kitchen and coloring in your new Marvel-themed color book while your daddy was preparing dinner.
"Daddy, look! Is you!" you squealed when you showed him the page.
"That's right, such a smart girl I have" he praised and you started to color happily.
When Chris was done with cooking you put the book aside and he placed a plate with spaghetti before you.
"I wanna eat on my own today. M big girl!" you said and he was about to hand you the fork but hesitated, making you look up at him.
"You can eat on your own but only if you take a bath afterward," he said but quickly added. "Without complaining" you nod, taking the purple plastic fork and starting to eat.
Just like he thought, you ended up with sauce all over your face and clothes.
He was relieved when the bath went smoothly, only a few whines but got easily distracted by all the toys he let you put in. After he helped you put on your jammies he went with you through your bedtime routine which included doing your hair, brushing your teeth, and putting on body lotion.
Chris send you to the bedroom so he could get ready for bed as well and smiled when he heard you giggling and shuffling around on the bed, knowing that you were probably fooling around with Dodger.
He wasn't in the bathroom for long and soon joined you in bed with a story to read you to sleep. You got as close as you could to your daddy and wrapped yourself around him, feeling him kiss your head and listening to him reading the bedtime story.
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babyjakes · 2 years
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event | whumptember 2022
prompt | scraped knee
pairing | daddy!chris evans x little!reader
warnings | reader scrapes knee, sfw regression - SOFT!daddy chris, rubbing alcohol stings so bad oof ouch owwy;-(
word count | 350
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okay okay, so it’s been a hot minute since we’ve talked about him on my blog but— ❣️daddy!chris❣️
chris is such a soft daddy. like so soft, so tender 😭 he’s really big on babying reader and taking care of her, especially when she gets hurt (no matter how small the incident might be!!!)
so when she trips and falls in the driveway while she’s playing with dodger, even though chris is all the way down at the mailbox, it’s only a matter of seconds before he’s back and crouched down in front of her, brushing her hair out of her face as he asks, “oh honey— are you okay? you alright? here, let’s get you inside, bubba”
he carries her in using one arm, dropping the mail on the counter and bringing her to the bathroom, setting her down on the closed toilet seat as her little sniffles tug at his heart. quickly pulling out the first aid box, kneeling down in front of her to take in the damage
“here baby, it’s okay. daddy just needs to take a look— oh princess, that’s a nasty scrape”
she knows the rubbing alcohol’s coming next 😭😭 and he knows she knows, but he’s patient and soothing the entire time, shushing her gently and doing his best to be quick as he cleans off the wound
“i know sweetheart, shhh, shhh. you’re doin’ so good for me, pretty girl. there, see? all done, now you get to pick out a pretty bandaid to wear; how’s that sound?”
he’s got quite the assortment of bandaids: hello kitty and friends, disney princesses, sparkly hearts and stars— maybe reader picks a lightyear bandaid this time, one with buzz and sox on it 🥺
“look daddy, there’s you!”
“that’s right, bubba. there’s daddy, gonna make your owwy feel all better, princess.” he seals the bandaid with a kiss of course 🥺 and probably carries her around the rest of the day, insisting she’s “injured” and “needs to keep weight off it” (but really he just loves babying her and having her in his arms 🥰❣️)
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falcqns · 2 years
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𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐮
✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Chris Evans x foster!little!Reader
✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when Chris falls down a rabbit hole one the internet about age regression and caregiving, he decides he wants to be a caregiver. he signs up to be a foster caregiver through a charity called 'The Big and Little Society of Massachusetts'. he went through the required steps and completed all the training, and just received news that he would be fostering his first ever little. his whole life was about to change, and he couldn't wait.
✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: age regression, ddlg, abdl, ADHD (based off my experience so please keep that in mind), slight angst with lots of comfort, crying, mentions of hospital and hints to past abuse but its literally just a mention, mentions of eating.
✰ 𝐚/𝐧: this is the first chapter of my au that i've said i was going to start months ago and never did, and is also my entry for @dadplease 's 5k Stuffie Writing Contest!! congrats on 5k Eun!! tagging @natashasera as usual, and some others that i think would enjoy this!! @uhmellamoanna @amazingarfield @thewritingbabe <3
don't forget to read and reblog, and i do not give permission for my works to be posted anywhere other than tumblr. thank you.
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Chris was pacing back and forth in his living room, trying to focus his mind. he kept trying to tell himself that everything was going to be fine, and that he had nothing to worry about.
in reality, he had everything to worry about.
a few months ago, Chris was on TikTok before bed, and had come across a video of a man making a video about how he calms his little down when they're having a tantrum. Chris was going to just scroll past it, but something about the video captivated him, and he ended up binging his videos until 3 am. he watched the man, who's name was Luke, talk about what age regression and caregiving was, why it was beneficial, and breaking the stigma around it. Luke also had videos of him and his little day to day and doing activities such as going to the park, going grocery shopping, and getting ready for bed.
the next few days consisted of Chris doing all the research he could about age regression and caregiving, and that's when he came across The Big and Little Society of Massachusetts. it was a small agency based in Boston that focused on breaking the stigma around age regression and ensuring that age regressors were with quality caregivers, and helping those who weren't. what intrigued Chris was that this agency had a foster program for age regressors who had recently left a bad relationship, as well as an anonymous tip line to use if someone was concerned about an age regressor or their caregiver.
Chris had just got off the phone with his accountant, planning to make a donation to the agency, when he decided to click on the 'Foster A Little!' application. he read through the application briefly, and decided to apply.
he completed the application, and a few days later he was contacted by one of the social workers. his application had been accepted, and he was moved to the next phase.
he went to all the trainings, interviews and meetings. he enlisted Scott and his mom to help him clean his house for the inspection, and two months after his initial application, he was an official Foster Caregiver. all he was waiting for was the call.
the call that he got yesterday while on set. they'd called and informed him that there was a young adult female little in need of a foster caregiver immediately, and Chris immediately accepted. they told him that as soon as she was discharged from the hospital, her social worker would bring her over, something that slightly worried Chris. they'd emailed him her file, and he had practically memorized it at this point, especially her little age.
he'd spent the entire morning shopping. he had bought a crib, bibs, and a TON of toys. he didn't know exactly what she would need until she got to his house and he got to know her, but it couldn't hurt to be prepared.
Chris picked up the lion stuffie that he had bought at the store, smiling to himself. he'd gotten all he needed in the toy aisle, and was walking passed the stuffed animals, when the lion caught his eye. he contemplated leaving it and letting her pick one out for herself, but something in his gut told him to buy it, so he did.
Chris glanced at the clock one more time and gulped nervously when it said 5:58. the social worker had called him around lunch time and told him that his new foster little had been cleared to go home, and they'd be discharged soon. they'd be picking up her prescriptions, and then heading over to his house. ever since the call had come, he'd been running around like a madman, making sure his house was in order.
his head shot up when he heard tire against gravel, and he placed the stuffed animal on the table. he called Dodger over to him, and placed him in his crate. Chris knew the puppy would get overexcited by the little, and based on the little information he had been given, Dodger would scare the crap out of her, and she'd been through enough.
he heard a car door close, and two people walk up to his house. he took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, as the doorbell rang.
he gulped once more, before opening the door. the second the door opened to reveal you, his heart broke at how sad and utterly exhausted you looked. the whites of your eyes were red and watery, and your eyelids were fighting to stay open. you were shaking in the cold night air, your leggings and thin sweater barely keeping you warm.
"hi," Chris said warmly, and the social worker, Kayla, smiled back at him, before grasping your hand.
"this is Chris," Kayla said softly. "you're going to stay with him for a while, okay?"
you nodded so small that Chris almost missed it, and Chris could see your chin wobbling under your baby pink paci in your mouth. Chris moved to the side, and let you and Kayla in. he saw the black duffel bag on the ground, and grabbed it.
"I'm going to have to go now, but everything is going to be fine. you're going to be safe here, I promise." Kayla said rubbing your arm. "if you need anything, you can call me, okay?" she said, and you nodded again. she smiled at you, and squeezed your arm gently before turning towards Chris and handing him a white paper bag.
"here's her medication," she said. "she had her nighttime meds at the hospital as the discharge took a little longer than expected, so she'll probably need to sleep soon." Chris nodded.
"okay. does she take any in the morning?"
Kayla nodded. "yes. she takes 50mg of Vyvanse, and it must be taken before 10am, and must be taken after she's eaten. the other two prescriptions can be taken with it, but isn't necessary, its just anti anxiety meds and pain management." she said, and Chris nodded, reading over the medication names briefly.
"awesome, thank you. has she eaten?" he asked, and Kayla glanced at you.
"i got her a happy meal, but she didn't eat the whole thing, so i put it in this bag incase she wants the rest of her nuggets tomorrow," she said, handing Chris a plastic bag. "she probably wont eat anymore tonight, but will most likely be very hungry tomorrow."
"okay. anything else i should know?"
"just her doll. it's in her duffel bag, and she sleeps with it every night. i normally gift any littles i work with with a stuffy but i haven't had a chance to stop at the store, unfortunately."
"not a problem," Chris said with a smile. "i picked one up at the store for her."
"oh, thank you so much." Kayla said with a smile, resting a hand on her chest. "i was worried that she wouldn't have one. we're still working on getting her belongings from her old residence and she did have a few stuffed animals that we weren't able to grab in the 15 minutes we were there, and i didn't want her to be without them for too long. i'll bring the rest of her things by in a few days." Kayla said, and Chris nodded, seeing you looking around apprehensively.
"okay. thank you so much, Kayla," he said, and she smiled, looking at you as well.
"you're welcome. she's a sweet little girl who was not treated right, but i am confident that she'll be in good hands with you." Kayla said.
her and Chris exchanged goodbyes, and after she said goodbye to you once more, before leaving. Chris turned to look at you, and saw a tear running down your cheek.
'hi sweetie," he said to you, keeping his voice quiet and gentle. "you're going to be safe here, okay?" he said. "are you sleepy?"
you nodded, your paci bobbing in your mouth as you suckled on it.
"okay. i'll give you a little tour before we head upstairs as i want to put your food in the fridge. do you wanna hold my hand?" he asked, holding his hand out, his palm facing down, and you nodded, reaching out shakily. your palm, which was much smaller than his, wrapped around his pinkie, and let Chris lead you through the house.
he smiled when he saw the lion on the kitchen table, and grabbed it with his free hand.
"i got this for you, sweetheart." he said quietly. "Miss Kayla said she was going to come by with your other stuffies in the next few days, but i thought you'd like this one in the mean time," he said, and his heart squeezed, seeing your eyes light up, and reach out for the stuffy.
you cooed as you felt the soft fur, before rubbing it against your cheek. Chris smiled, fighting the urge to kiss your forehead. "wait here, okay?" he said, and he placed the food in the fridge, before leading you through the house. as you passed Dodger, who was asleep, in his crate, Chris stopped.
"this is Dodger, my puppy. he's sleeping now, but you can meet him tomorrow. do you like dogs?" he asked, and you nodded, your head tipping to the left seeing the snoozing pup. "well, that's good. he's going to love you."
he led you through the rest of the house, and into the bedroom, where the crib was standing next to his bed.
"this is your crib." he said, bringing you up to it, and letting you touch it. "when you're big, you don't have to sleep in here, but when you're little i want you to, atleast for a little while, okay?"
you nodded again, and yawned, your hand rubbing the soft material of the fitted sheet.
"let's get you ready for bed, alright?" he said, and you nodded. "what do you want to wear?" he asked, and you pointed to the duffel on his shoulder. Chris placed it down on the bed, and opened it. a Goldberger baby doll was laying on top, dressed in a red dress. "is this your baby?" he asked and smiled as you nodded and grasped the doll in your other hand. he lifted a weighted blanket out of the bag, and saw some sleep shorts on top. "these?" he asked, and you nodded.
"okay."
he helped you get dressed, and tried to take your new stuffy and your doll away just so he could get you settled into the crib, when you started crying and plopped on your bum, rocking slightly, shaking your head. Chris felt his heart breaking, and crouched in front of you.
"oh, sweet girl," he soothed. "i wasn't going to take them from you. they're yours, and i would never take them from you. i just wanted to set them on the bed so that you could get all snug in bed, and then i was going to hand them back, okay?" he said, and you slowly stopped rocking, and nodded, looking up at him nervously. you shakily handed over your doll, and then your lion, eyes following the two comfort items as Chris sat them on his bed. "there," Chris said. "they're going to watch us get all comfy, okay?" he said, and you nodded.
Chris lowered the crib bar, and turned to you. "can i lift you in?" he asked. "i don't want to touch you without your permission." he said, and you nodded, raising your arms.
Chris grabbed you under the armpits, and lifted you up, bringing you over to the bed and laying you down. he grabbed the weighted blanket, and laid it over you. you wiggled around as he grabbed the comforter at the end of the crib.
"do you want this one too?" he asked. "i'm guessing you're still a little cold, huh?" and draped it over you when you nodded, your eyes still locked on your stuffy and doll. "okay, sweetie pie." he said, turning and grabbing the items. "here's your doll," he said, handing you the doll and smiling when you gripped it tight and pulled her to your chest. "and here's your lion." he said, chuckling when he saw your legs kicking slightly in happiness as you snuggled the lion to your chest as well.
he crouched down near your head. "i'm going to be right there, okay?" Chris said, pointing to his bed behind him. "if you need me, just call, okay?" you nodded, eyes shutting, burying your face in your new lion stuffy.
Chris ran his hand over your back as your breathing evened out, smiling at your sweet face. "you're so beautiful," he whispered, his thumb stroking over your cheek. "you're safe here, okay? nothing is going to hurt you ever again, i promise."
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littlemelaninfics · 1 year
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Hey Little, is it okay I call you that? I told you I feel like a mom haha. Plus, you're a little and I’m feeling little right now! On this snowy December day (Happy Holidays, Everyone) I’ve been thinking about Daddy Chris again. So imagine you wake Daddy up on Christmas morning, but it’s a little earlier than acceptable. How would he react if he caught you opening presents without him because you're impatient 😳
Yes please call me that 🥺 Happy Holidays, Nonnie!
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oh no. oh god no. The look of disappointment that would be staring you in the face when you finally turned around.
He would make you hold two 1000 piece puzzle boxes at shoulder level to keep your idle hands busy. While you do that in the corner, he makes you watch as he packs up your gifts, even your big girl ones, and hides them away.
Once he's done, he takes the puzzles and dumps them out on the floor and says, "You're on punishment until New Year's Day. That's how long you have to complete these two puzzles. If they are not done by the time I kiss you at 12 AM on January 1st, you will never see those presents again and you will not like me very much. Understood?"
You simply say "yes, Daddy," and he leaves you with a kiss to your forehead. To make it ALL worse, he calls Dodger out of your room so you're left properly alone to think about what you've done.
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hansensgirl · 2 years
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‧₊˚. 𝐅.𝐇: 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒.
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NAVIGATION. ␥ @hansensfics. ␥ NEON PALM. ␥ C.EVANS, CO.
✧ — smut | ❥ — dark/taboo | ☾ — angst | ୨୧ — dd/lg
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✧, ❥ — you better not shout, better not cry. 18+
they know if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake.
✧, ୨୧ — and i’ll cry if i want to. 18+
he’d cry if it happened to him, too.
✧, ❥ — he’s tired of it all. 18+
is he on edge? stressed? fed up? or is he simply just tired of it all?
✧, ୨୧ — actin’ like a brat. 18+
you decide to show him what bad girls do (‘cause no one does it better).
✧, ❥ — like smarty does. 18+
he loves you—that’s why you’re his bunny.
✧, ❥, ୨୧ — walk on the wild side. 18+
you just wanted to go for a stroll down the road—but he wants you to take a walk on the wild side.
fics about mr. evans will be written and added!
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cissywritess · 7 months
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𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙔 𝘽𝘼𝙍𝘽𝙀𝙍 makes me throb
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jenni42085 · 2 years
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Sunburnt
“Bunny. . . Bunny.” Chris gently nudged you to wake up. “If little bunny wants to go kayaking with Daddy and Seb you gotta get up.”
Hearing the words kayaking made you perk up a little but you were just enjoying you bed and blanket so much you snuggled deeper in your bed. “No Daddy wanna stay in bed.”
Chris sighs at your snuggled up body. “Bunny remember you promised Seb you would go and we would do snow cones.”
“Snow cones!” You perked up.
“Yes bunny snow cones but only if you get up and go kayaking with Daddy and Seb.” He pulls you out of bed and gives you a hug. He already knows you aren’t a morning person so he carries you into the bathroom for a quick shower.
After your shower he wraps you in your favorite unicorn towel and starts putting sunscreen on you for a base coat. He learned last summer the hard way that your already brown skin needs more protection. You squirm a little but patiently wait for him to finish.
“Daddy, can we do braided pigtails? And my hello kitty bathing suit?“ you ask sweetly while he finishes rubbing sunblock on your back.
He looks at the time and your round brown eyes knowing you are already in littlespace and happy so he doesn’t have you pouty on the river. “Yes bunny but we have to do it quick. Seb will be here soon to get us.”
You squeal and nod at him and grab your hair box. Chris is thankful he learned how to do natural hair when you are feeling little. He detangles and moisturized you naturally curly hair and gets them braided into two braids that go a little past your shoulders. He kisses your forehead as he helps you get dressed. To keep your legs covered a little he put your gray tennis skirt.
Once you see yourself in the mirror you gasp. “Daddy! I look so cute.”
“I know you do Bunny. Now go ahead and grab your backpack and wait by the door for Seb ok?”
“Yes daddy.” You eagerly say as you run off to your playroom where you helped him pack a backpack last night.
Chris finished getting ready and also putting sunblock on himself, he hears the door bell go off and hears your squeal. “Daddy he’s here. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy.”
“Bunny. I heard you sweet heart. Are you sure it’s him? If so then let him in.”
“It’s him. He did our secret knock.” You unlock the door and Seb is dressed in neon board shorts and a white t shirt. He smiles as you run to him as he picks you up with a squeal. “Morning Sebby. Are we going to play in the water today?”
“Good morning sweet princess and yes we are then snow cones but only if you are good and don’t make your daddy upset.” Seb knew you were a little before Chris and always has been intrigued by it and watching you and Chris always made him want a little of his own. Until he finds her, he will spoil you silly and watches you when Chris is out of town. “And if you are really good I’ll get you rainbow floaty.”
He loved watching your eyes perk up. “A real rainbow! I’ll be extra good.”
He set you down on the couch as Chris is coming down the stairs. “Hey man. You ready to go? Looks like Bunny is ready and already promised to be good.”
Chris tilts his head “and what did you promise her in return?”
“Just a new floaty that I already got her but she doesn’t know it yet.”
“Seb you are spoiling my girl too much. I swear. It’s bad enough that I’m wrapped but now you are also.” Chris says with a chuckle.
Seb run his hands through his hair. “I can’t help it. When she is in the headspace everything makes her excited and I love it. Also at least I know what you mean when you saw it’s hard to tell her no.”
At that moment you come into view with your blanket. “I’m ready.”
“Bunny you can’t take the blanket with you. It’ll get wet. How about you hold it until we get there then you leave it in the car.” Chris says. Originally he was going to tell you to leave it at home but saw her face fall a little and didn’t want the tears just yet.
After loading into the car and arriving at the river Chris applied more sunblock to you as you squirmed wanting to play in the water.
“Bunny he is almost done. Ok?” Seb tells you getting you stop moving. “Look what did I tell you all done.”
You turn and give Chris a hug, “thank you daddy. Now the water?”
“Give Seb and me a few moments and we will be ready ok? Go ahead and put on your life vest. Once we are sure you are safe enough I’ll let you take it off.”
“Yes daddy.”
After 20 minutes Chris and Seb were able to get both kayaks tied to a big unicorn inflatable raft. Chris took a two person one for you just because you get panicked easy at times.
“Alright Bunny we are good to go. Where do you want to start off on the raft or with me?” Chris asks while double checking your straps.
“Ummm.” You think about it a minute. “I wanna try the raft first Daddy.”
“Ok Bunny. Now if you need me or Seb blow your whistle. We aren’t that far ahead of you but if I don’t reply then whistle. Do you have your Hello Kitty water bottle?” You give him a nod. “Want me to buckle it to your vest? And words.”
“Yes daddy.” You grab his hand as he walks you into the water where Seb is standing there holding the unicorn still while Chris helped you on it. Your eyes get big as it moves once Seb let’s go.
“You’re ok. I promise.” Seb reassures you. As him and Chris climb into their kayaks. “You ready?”
“Yes Sebby. I think so.” You reply nervously. You wanna be a brave girl so you stretch your legs out in front of you and try to relax.
After two hours the sun starts getting really hot and your body is thirsty. “Daddy.”
“Yes Bunny.” He turns around to look at you. He takes in your pink and red appearance. “Seb we need to pull off soon she looks a little dehydrated.”
Once they pull off into a little island Chris grabs you off the raft and sets you on a rock. “You ok Bunny.”
“I thirsty and tummy hurts.”
“I bet you are. I forgot to make you breakfast before we left. I’m sorry. Let’s get you an uncrustable, some apple slices, and a Gatorade.”
You ate but still don’t feel the best. Once everyone had eaten Seb puts you back on the float. He handed you a frozen water bottle to keep you cool since you already drank all your water.
After a few hours Chris realized he hadn’t heard a peep from you which is not common. He turned to see your body laid out and figured you were just asleep. Finally you guys get to the docking area and when Chris and Seb called to you with no answer got worried.
Chris jumps in the water to get to you. He climbs on the raft making you wake up for a moment. He notices that there is dried vomit on some of the raft and tears in your eyes.
“Bunny. Are you ok? You don’t look so good. Did you throw up?” Concern is laced with his voice but is keeping an even tone to not freak you out.
A small head shake. “No daddy my tummy hurts and my head hurts.”
Chris looks at the top of your head and sees your scalp is red. He didn’t bring her hat or at the very least sunblock her scalp.
“Is she ok?” Seb asks worriedly seeing how tired you looked.
“No honestly I don’t think so. Her scalp is red and she’s thrown up.” Chris pulls you gently into the water to cool you off and get the dried on vomit wash off of you. “Is there a first aid station near here?”
“Yeah there actually is. I can get the kayaks loaded get her up there. She doesn’t look to good.”
“Daddy. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” You say so sadly that it breaks both men’s hearts for not checking on you more.
“Bunny it is ok. It was my fault. Let’s have them look at you just to make sure you are ok.” Seb and Chris help you out of the water as Chris walks you to the first aid station.
After a few moments they walk back down and he pulls you into the water. “What did they say?” Seb asked after getting one kayak put away.
“Dehydrated with some sun poisoning. Gotta cool her down but not too quickly. Do you need any help?” Chris asked as he held you in the water.
“I really don’t want to ask for help when she’s like this but this is heavier to lift.” Seb says.
Chris pulls you over to a rock and has you sit on it as the water slowly washes over your body. He quickly helps Seb get the kayak out of the water and into the truck. He loads the rafts and the cooler while Seb gets into the water and picks you up. You nestle your head into the crook of his neck.
“Sebby.” You say tiredly.
“Yes pumpkin nose?” He replies grabbing the towel on the ledge.
“I sowwie. I didn’t mean to. Just got too hot.”
“Oh honey. Like your daddy already said. No one is mad. No need to be sorry. Do you want a snow cone or a slushy with nerds?”
A small sigh escapes you as your eyes are getting heavy again. “Blue slushy with nerds please.”
“Is she ok?” Chris asks as he walks over to pick you out of Seb’s arms and wrap you in a towel.
Seb chuckles. “Yeah she is but no snow cone but a slushy. And she used her manners.”
“Ohhh bunny you are the sweetest little princess. Let’s get you in the car for a slushy and you have your blanket also. So daddy will sit with you ok?” Chris asks as he takes the wet shirt off you and puts his oversized shirt on you with your blanket wrapped around you.
“Yes daddy sounds like a plan.” You reply as he buckles you in with his phone and blanket. You wait as Seb and him clean up and secure everything. Seb turned the car on to help cool you down some more.
By the time they got into the car to head to sonic you were fast asleep. Chris pulled the phone from your hands and unbuckled you so he could have your head laying in his lap. “So no slushy?” Seb asks looking at her sleeping form.
“Nah, we’ll grab one and put it in the freezer for her and she’ll still be happy. She’s starting to cool down so that is a plus but her arms have some bumps but she’s a fighter.”
After getting the kayaks dropped back off and the slushy Chris with Seb’s help got you and the cooler back into the house. When Chris laid you on the couch you slowly starting waking up. “Daddy.”
“Yes bunny.”
“Can I eat my slushy in the bathtub tonight?” Another small yawn and stretch. Chris and Seb looked from each other to you with a grin.
“Yeah she’ll be just fine.” Chris replied with a chuckle.
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dcllbows · 5 months
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𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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🕯️- smut,🍦- ddlg, 🦢 - fluff, 🕊️ - angst, 🛁 - hurt/comfort, 🎞️ - dark
*parentheses around an emoji indicate it is implied
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midnights like this |🍦 🦢 🛁
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valleyfae · 2 years
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Can you write a blurb for soft Daddy!Chris Evans with sleepy thigh riding? Thank you ☺️☺️
I don’t think anyone will ever understand how much I love this :(( this is making me so soft and just eeeekksfkdf (I haven’t been able to write so this is really bad and it’s not proofread so I’m sorry)
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Lazily sprawled on top of Chris, he presses his delicate lips to your forehead. 
"Come on, angel," Chris sighs. Nuzzling your head against his muscular chest, you take in the strong scent of his cologne. "See, even Dodger’s in bed." Not even bothering to turn your head, Chris softly chuckles, his eyes going from his hand gently caressing the small of your back to the fluffy rescue curled up in the tan dog bed across the living room.
"Not tired," you drowsily mumble as you wrap your arms around Chris' neck.
"You sure you don’t want to change into some comfy PJs and cuddle in bed?" Chris sighs. He can see the exhaustion in your drowsy eyes, but he can tell there is something else on your mind. "Hmh? Does that sound nice, angel?"
You are not only tired but exhausted, and cuddling up in Chris’ oversized, luxurious bed sounds much more than pleasant. 
"Can we please stay here a little more?" You sit up, finding Chris’ comforting blue eyes. "Please, daddy?" Your hips involuntarily buck forward, grinding against his firm thigh. 
A smirk rises on Chris’ sculpted face, "oh, I see." His thick fingers leave a trail of lingering anticipation as he slides under the hem of your flowy blush dress. "My little angel is needy, huh? Need daddy to help make that funny feeling go away?"
“Y-Yes, please. Please Daddy.” 
Allowing Chris to guide your hips, the friction of his sweats rolling against the swollen bundle of nerves, only covered by your thin undergarments, pull helpless mewls from your trembling lips. "S-sorry, daddy," you mumbled, tucking your embarrassed scowl back into the crook of Chris' neck.
Hushing you, Chris gently bounces his leg, sending faint jolts of pleasure into your core. "Don’t say sorry, angel. Daddy’s gonna help you cum, maybe even fuck that pretty little pussy too. How does that sound?"
"P-Please?"
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marvelfanfics1 · 1 year
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Julia, I don’t know if you’ve seen this but the socks, look at the socks.
He would wear matching socks with his little one istg
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Oh my gosh, Ria! You really blessed me with this 😭😭
Chris would TOTALLY do that 😭 he would also have like matching jammies with his little one and even Dodger (can't forget our favorite pup)!
But I can also imagine that when Chris is on a press tour or at a premiere and starts to feel anxious he would look at the socks and remember that his little one is at home or at the hotel wearing the same socks, patiently waiting for him to come back while watching Lightyear all cuddled up with Dodger, and instantly calms down at the thought of getting to cuddle his favorite baby again soon 😭
I'm a puddle of feels now😭😭
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babyjakes · 2 years
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gotta have you, all of you.
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summary | when you finally give chris permission to take you in any way he wants, you’re in for a new world of experiences, along with a new mandatory title for your lover.
pairing | boyfriend!chris evans x reader
warnings | smut :’-): goes from 0 to 100 real quick!! (unprotected oops) s!ex, dominant chris, kinda innocent reader? not really but kinda?, daddy kink *shrugs* what’s new, fingering, anal fingering, degradation/mocking, praise!, forced/multiple orgasms, squirTing, overstim (begging to stop!!/crying but in a still-consenting way?? maybe?? idek), fluffy ending <3 cute silly and very in love
word count | 2,123
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requested by @disappointmentofthefam and @indefiniteimagines | [screenshots of requests lost]
an | hi friends thank you for these requests! i am doubling up on a few since my inbox is super full and some just fit well together, hope that’s alright with you! ik i already used the “how many orgasms” prompt with ransom but i honestly have no problems using it again with chris lol. hope you sweet friends enjoy!! <3
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“Mornin’, beautiful,” Chris murmurs as he walks through the open door of your shared master bathroom, his hair ruffled slightly from just getting out of bed. Wearing nothing but his boxers and a white t-shirt, his soft, domestic appearance gives you butterflies in your stomach as you can feel yourself beginning to blush.
“Mornin’,” you whisper back, spitting out the minty green toothpaste from your mouth before rinsing off your brush. Grabbing his own, Chris comes up beside you, planting a kiss on your forehead as he reaches for the toothpaste.
“How’d you sleep?” he asks, his voice still a little gravely from his slumber.
“Good,” you mumble, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s study waist as he begins scrubbing at his teeth. Through his briefs, you can’t help but notice the large bulge of his morning wood protruding from beneath the blue fabric, and your mouth practically begins to water. As subtly as you can, you trail the fingers of one of your hands down, brushing carefully over his huge length. A low chuckle rumbles in his throat as he spits out his toothpaste and puts away his brush, his other hand coming down and grabbing at the back of your neck, forcing you to look up at him.
“You want something, baby?” he asks, a dangerous look in his eyes. Looking you up and down, his cock throbs against your hand, the sight of you in just your tank top and undies driving him wild. “God, you’re so beautiful. The things I wanna do to you…”
“Then do them,” you say simply, your eyes full of innocence as he chuckles again, looking down at you and shaking his head.
“Look at you, such a sweet little face,” he coos, his hand coming around to cup your cheek. Rubbing his thumb gently across your skin, he tightens his grip slightly on your jaw, causing your eyes to widen. “You’re not ready for the things I have in mind, sweetheart. Maybe someday, when you’re older.” You roll your eyes at his joke, a faint pout forming on your lips.
Chris has been sending you subtle messages since the beginning of time that he’d like to take things further in the bedroom, though he’s always held off out of fear of breaking you. The two of you’ve had sex, and it’s been wonderful, but deep down inside you’ve always known that he leaves wanting more. At first, the thought of this frightened you, but as time’s gone on, you’ve warmed up to the idea of letting him take more control. And for whatever reason, this morning just seems like the perfect time as the two of you stand in your pj’s, embracing on the cold bathroom floor.
“I want it now,” you say, your voice quiet but firm. Chris raises an eyebrow at you, not used to you asserting what you want, especially not when it comes to something like this.
“You sure about that, pretty girl?” he asks, his thumb trailing to the corner of your mouth as he looks at you with insatiable hunger in his eyes. “Because I want all of you. Every inch of you, every last bit of you, I want to devour it; I want it all to be mine.”
“Then take it,” you say. And before you can even blink, he does, snatching you up by your waist and slamming your back down against the cold marble countertop. A whimper rises in your throat at the sudden shift of power, and as you look up at Chris, you see something wild go off in his eyes, his pupils as wide as saucers as he rips your top from your trembling form, exposing your breasts to the cold air.
“God, so fucking beautiful,” Chris groans as he draws a hand over your bare chest, his fingers pinching at one of your swollen nipples harshly. A weak cry escapes your lips as he brings his other hand up, kneading your tender flesh roughly as warmth spreads throughout your tummy. “Gonna show you just how bad I’ve been wanting you, sweetheart,” he almost grunts as his clothed member comes up and presses between your legs, your panties already soaked with your arousal. “Can’t wait any longer, sweet girl. Gotta have you, all of you,” his voice flutters as one of his hands trails down your stomach, beginning to stroke over the slick fabric between your legs. “Look at you, makin’ such a mess.” You jump as he smacks down lightly over your pussy, not used to the rougher contact. “Such a squirmy little thing,” he coos, and as filthy as his words are, you’re loving every syllable. “Gonna be a fuckin’ mess by the time I’m through with you.”
Chris’s strong hands grab the sides of your lace panties, sliding them off your legs fluidly before grabbing at your thighs, prying them apart and positioning his broad form between them. Leaning down slightly, he licks his lips as his hungry gaze falls over your slick folds. “So wet for me, sweetheart,” he hums, his thumb dipping into your pool of excitement. Your hands come up to cover your face in shame, but as soon as the slippery pad of his finger slides up over your sensitive bundle of nerves, you jolt up, only to be met by his other hand pressing down on your belly firmly to prevent you from moving. “Uh-uh,” he tuts, “hold still.” At an agonizingly slow pace, he circles his thumb over your throbbing clit, causing you to let out a pathetic whimper. “Poor thing, so sensitive,” he mocks, the hand on your belly sliding down and positioning itself at your entrance. “How many times d’you think I can make you cum just from my hands, pretty girl? Hmm?” he inquires, startling you by ramming a finger into your aching sex without warning.
You cry out in pain and pleasure, your head falling back as Chris works his magic with his fingers. His thumb stroking your clit just right, working your slippery mess into the burning underside of the tip of the nub, the way he knows you like it best. His finger inside of you curls up to brush against your sweet spot, and before you know it, you’re on the edge of your first climax. “Chris, please-!” you pant, desperate for release.
“‘Please’ what?” he spits, wanting to make you work for it.
“Please, gonna- please!” you cry.
“You gonna cum for me, dollface? Gonna cum all over my fingers like a good little slut?”
“Yes! Please, yes!” you sob, tears building in your eyes as your stomach tightens from his demoralizing words.
“‘Yes’ what, sweetheart?” he tests.
Your voice catches as you realize what he wants, and you’re more than eager to give him all of it and more as you cry out, “Yes, Daddy!”
“Good,” he grunts, slamming into you harder than ever before. “Now cum for me.” A strained scream leaves your throat as you tighten around his finger, your whole body snapping violently as heat spreads across you like wildfire. “That’s it, there we go,” he praises, loving the sight of you completely falling apart underneath him. “Goood girl,” he soothes as your orgasm finally ceases, his thumb slowing to a stop over your exposed nub. “So good for me,” he sighs, pumping his drenched finger in a few times before stretching to add a second.
“N-no, wait,” you mumble, head still foggy from your overwhelming climax.
“Shhhh,” he shushes, the filthy sounds of his fingers pumping through your juices filling the room. “Let Daddy take care of you, sweetheart. Gonna make you feel so good. Gonna show you everything you’ve been missing.” Gradually, the pace of his thrusts picks up once more, his thumb eventually resuming its assault on your swollen clit. A second wave of pleasure bubbles up inside you before you know it, and Chris can’t keep from grinning as you squirt messily with a shameful cry, completely drenching his hands. “Fuck, look at that, babydoll,” he marvels, a few more spurts of your orgasm dripping onto him as he rubs your clit and g-spot lovingly. “Squirtin’ so hard for Daddy, fuck. Just like that.”
As you wind down from your excruciating high, Chris pulls his hands away from you, sucking your sweet arousal off his fingers like a starved man. Once he’s finished, he grabs the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and off over his hand, ripping his boxers off immediately after as if he can’t wait another moment to get inside of you and take what’s rightfully his. Sprawled out on your back, you mumble lightly, your words incoherent as you struggle to calm your body down. Pumping his length a few times in his hands, Chris lets his gaze fall back over you once more, the sight of you babbling off as you lie innocently in your own state of bliss making his heart pound heavily in his chest with want. Need.
“C’mere, pretty girl,” he coos as he gently helps you down from the counter, turning you and pressing your tummy down onto the surface that’s still warm from your presence. Leaning your head into your folded arms, you sigh blissfully, moaning softly in delight as Chris’s firm hands spread you apart, the tip of his cock dipping into your wetness. “You ready for me, babydoll?” he asks. You nod groggily, letting out a muffled sob as he forces himself into your aching heat. “Fuck. Takin’ me so well,” he praises as stretches you out, one of his hands coming up under you and finding your clit, the poor nub practically rubbed raw at this point. Hissing into your arm, tears sting at your eyes as Chris speeds up his thrusts, the overwhelming sense of him filling you up making you weak at the knees. “I want more, sweetheart. Want you to cum again, think you can do that for Daddy?” You nod, but it’s not enough to please him. “Use your words, little girl. You gonna cum for me?”
“Y-yes Daddy,” you whimper, blood rushing out from your core rapidly as your third orgasm rips through you like a knife. At the unfamiliar burning sensation settling through your entire pussy, you begin to cry pathetically as Chris continues to fuck you, his thrusts only increasing as he watches you sob.
“N-no more, no more,” you beg, not sure if you can take another minute of the harsh stimulation.
“Oh, I think we can get one more, sweetheart. Just one more,” he croons, spitting on his fingers and trailing them down to your puckered ass. You cry out in humiliation as he circles the rim of your virgin hole, murmuring, “Now be a good girl and take Daddy’s fingers, darlin’. Gonna fill up both your dirty little holes.” And before you can cry out or do anything to stop him, he rams two slick fingers up your tight opening, an indescribable fullness sinking into your bones as yet another orgasm is forced out of your quaking body. “Fuck. Just like that,” Chris grunts, his breathing becoming uneven as he reaches his own climax. “Gonna fill this tight little pussy up with cum, gonna make you mine. Fuck. Fuck, y/n. Fuck,” he curses, releasing his warm load into your aching core.
The next thing you know, Chris has pulled his cock and fingers out of you, your muffled cries filling the bathroom as he strokes down your hair, shushing you, “Shhh, y/n. It’s okay, baby. I’m here, I’m right here.” Helping you up from your slumped over position, he tries to help you stand, but soon realizes that you’re simply too exhausted to stand after such an intense experience. “Okay, bubba. Here. I gotcha,” he coos, gathering you in his arms and carrying you swiftly out of the bathroom, hurrying you over to your bed where he lays you down on your back, immediately dropping to his knees at your side. Your teary eyes rise up to meet his, your bottom lip wobbling in embarrassment as he looks you over, the genuine concern on his face melting your heart. “Are you okay, sweetheart? What’re all these tears for, are you hurt?”
“No, n-no, I’m fine,” you assure him, giggling softly through your tears as a look of relief settles on his face. “Just… tuckered out.”
“I bet,” he says, tucking your hair behind your ear as he looks at you lovingly. “You did so well, pretty girl. Were such a good girl for me.”
“’Daddy,’ huh?” you tease, causing his cheeks to turn bright red.
“Watch it, cheeky,” he jokes, poking gently at your belly. “Don’t want a punishment already, do you?”
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