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babyjakes · 17 days
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summary | welcome to the private practice of dr. levinson and dr. hansen. please have a seat in the waiting area. your providers will be with you shortly. a collection of medfet stories and scenarios, featuring a dynamic cast of well-trained professionals.
characters - meet the treatment team below! | doctor!ari levinson, doctor!lloyd hansen, caregiver!andy barber, medical engineer!pete brenner, nurse!steve rogers, nurse!jake jensen, nurse!ransom drysdale, fem!reader insert
warnings | smut. dark elements: non/dubcon. nsfw age regression/ddlg dynamics. various medfet elements and scenarios. specific warnings included in each chapter.
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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!
my taglist. @hansensfics (please go follow!).
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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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writersblog20 · 2 years
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Personal Sunshine☀️
Lloyd Hansen x reader
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Summary: When Lloyd finds you broken and bruised, he fell in love, taking you with him and helping you get better. But when your father, who did all of this to you, found you, all hell broke loose but Lloyd never breaks his promise and you’re his girl. And nobody touches what is his.
Warnings: mention of SA and domestic violence, ddlg dynamic, guns, violence, murder, death (not the reader), stabbing and slashing, injuries to the reader, probably a lot more but these are the main things. Oh and soft Lloyd cause that’s all I need
Words: 4,3K
A/N: This is mostly a comfort fic for me and the mention of SA and the violence resemble my childhood and is based off of my experience so please respect that and keep mean things to yourself. I share this for people who might find comfort in my fic. Besides this is the first time I sort off write about the ddlg dynamic but my heart seriously aches for this right now. Please be respectful and if this isn’t your cup of tea, then please don’t read it.
Personal Sunshine
“I found you and what you find, you get to keep, sunshine.” Were his weird but comforting words when you were recovering from your injuries. It was intimidating but comforting when the assassin softly rubbed your cheek, his eyes holding nothing but warmth behind them. Something you’ve looked for ages. The feeling of finally being wanted and appreciated filling your heart in love.
Lloyd Hansen was a sociopath, assassin and scared of nobody. Nothing could hurt him, well that was until you came along and you quickly became his only reason to get scared. It surprised him to say the least. He thought that he was unable to love and care for somebody but as soon as your innocent eyes met his, glared with fright and in search for help, it pulled his heartstrings and he became obsessed with you.
~throwback~
You’re father was a mean man to say the least. He had hurt you and your mother in so many ways when you were younger. It started when you were around 4 years old. When your mother would be gone for work he took advantages of you for his sick, sick fantasy. That mostly with the violence he took out on you and your mother, almost killing her in the process. That was the moment your mom left and took you with her. The police was searching for him, not only because he robbed a casino but also because he was one of the biggest drug dealers in the area and a feared person.
When you were around 16 years old, you reconnected with him and confronted him with all the stuff he did in the past, leaving you behind with ptsd and more stuff. That was a gruesome mistake from your side because when he saw you riding your bike one day, he tried to ride you over with his car. You made it just by a string and fell on the hard pavement where you jumped out of the way. It was so close and he would’ve hit you, killing you in the proces. You went to the cops and they searched for him again but he was very good at hiding from the police and staying underneath the radar. He swore to kill you and you’ve been on the run ever since.
He had hired people to look for you and spy on you. that’s why you left your mother so she wouldn’t be in danger. Anyway, he always seemed to find you and tried to kidnap you multiple times but you’ve been training very hard and could fight off his people who tried to take you every time.
Unfortunately last time you weren’t so lucky and be got his hands on you. You had been taken to an abandoned chamber. He tortured you and you were on the edge of death until somebody whispered something in your fathers ear. He was quick on his feet, took a last look at you, smirked and waved. “I’ll be right back, don’t you worry.” He told you and left you on the cold ground in your own pool of blood.
Your father had beef with the notorious Lloyd Hansen, who came looking for him. You heard gunshots, screaming and people running. You gathered all your energy to stay awake. The door went open when the tears fell over your blooded face. You locked eyes with the blue eyed man. You didn’t have enough strength to do or say anything. He looked at you a little surprised, he raised his eyebrow and rolled his eyes but his eyes held some sort of softness in them. He turned away from you and walked out of the door, ready to walk out completely away from you until you spoke up. “He’s my father…. Please kill him.” Lloyd stopped walking and stood still with his back turned towards you.
He placed his hands on his hips, let his head hang down and let out a loud sigh before turning around, taking another look at you, this time sympathy written all over his face. “He did this to you?” he asked anger laced his voice and you whimpered softly when you tried to nod. He looked down at his shoes and nodded. “Okay, let’s get you out of here sunshine.” He told you and put his gun in the back of his pants in his waistband.
He sat down and picked you up while you whined and whimpered from the pain. Your face was resting against his chest and for the first time in your life, you felt completely safe in the arms of a stranger. He looked down since you were staring in awe at the man. His face softened the same way people would look at a puppy. “You’re going to be okay cupcake. I got you now.” he told you and walked with you through the abandoned building. His people looked at him in confusion.
He looked up at them, anger written on his face. “Did I told somebody to stop looking?! Get to fucking work, how hard can it fucking be!” he screamed out, scaring you a little in the process but instead of leaning away from him, you hid more against his chest and your fingers digging into his polo, knowing it wasn’t meant towards you. It got his attention and he walked out of the building with you in his arms. “Sshh… it’s okay cupcake, I wasn’t screaming at you. I would never scream at you. I screamed at these morons inside.” He told you softly. You snuggled a little more into his polo. “I’m tired.” You whimpered out in pain and exhaustion. “I know sunshine but you need to hang on a little longer for me. Can you do that sweetheart?” His face so soft that even through the pain you felt your heart flutter at the love and kindness of the stranger holding you. “ I’ll try.” You told him softly.
Even his people outside looked surprised at him. No one, but I mean no one had ever seen Lloyd Hansen like this. It was like you stole his heart right away and turned him in the most softest teddy bear up to date. He looked at his men. “What the hell are you all looking at? Get out of my fucking way or help me get this girl some help.” He raised his voice again. “Fucking idiots.” He whispered while he carried you to his big jeep.
He laid you down in the back and got in the other side, your head on his lap while he softly went with his fingers over your hair, trying to comfort you. The man driving you back to his villa looked through the rear view mirror. Lloyd looked up, with a stone cold face. “What?!” the man got scared and focused on the road. Lloyd looked at him a couple of second before turning back at you. Your vision became blurry and your eyelids very heavy. You quickly took his hand in your small blooded and bruised one, squeezing it slightly from fear. His face softened even more and worry taking over his features. His heart ached for you and it confused him. He wasn’t supposed to be like this but he was unable to act different towards you. You didn’t know when it happened but you fell away.
 You woke up in a big king-size bed and looked around the big room but your vision was still a little blurry. You felt someone take your hand and was quick to look towards the direction of the person. It was Lloyd and fear immediately left your body. You couldn’t tell why but you felt like you were on the safest place on earth when he was near. “Good morning sunflower. How are you feeling?” he asked you while his posture was more turned towards you while he still held your hand.
~current day~
That was where it all started. You helped Lloyd with some things and definitely in the search of your father. Lloyd found out that you were very useful but that wasn’t why he kept you. He kept you because you had his heart on a silver plate and was damned if he would let you go. You were the one and only thing that would hurt him the most. He had to keep you close because you would be the only thing they could have against him. You fell in love with Lloyd and the other way around. He was your protector and safety net.
Lloyd cared for you and helped you with your inner child, trying to heal you and even though you tried to resist in the beginning, you couldn’t help the aching feeling of being loved, cared, appreciated, secure and safety feeling gnarling inside of you. You laid on the big couch, a blanket around you and your big plushy in your arms mindlessly watching tv.
Lloyd softly walked in the room and smiled the moment he saw you. You were his soft spot. The one and only thing he could be soft with and love in his world full of dead, control and hate. You were quite literally his sunshine.
“Hey sunshine. What are we watching?” he asked you, sitting next to you. You were quick to rest completely against him. His warm deep chuckle rumbling through his chest while he kissed the top of your head and wrapped his arms around you. “Mhm… Monster Inc.” you told him and he chuckled again. “Give daddy a kiss baby girl.” He noticed you felt completely relaxed and at ease and knew he could do this. Not only for himself but also for you, in a way to heal. You looked up with a soft smile and placed a soft kiss on his lips. His mustache tickling your nose a little making you giggle.
“Are you done working?” you asked softly and he hummed. “So you’re all mine now?” you asked hopeful and he looked down with a loving smile “All yours baby.” You smiled and tucked yourself more against his side. “I love you so much sunshine.” You smiled and felt your heart fill up. “I love you too daddy.” Lloyd kissed the side of your head and let it rest there with a smile permanently resting on his face. Lloyd tucked the blanket tighter around you and wrapped his arms tightly around you. Your legs were a little tucked towards your body and let them rest on Lloyd’s lap. If you could you would crawl into him and he noticed how clingy you were today, filling his own heart up with love that it almost ached.
You couldn’t fight your heavy eyelids and almost fell asleep while Lloyd played with your hair until the door flung open, scaring you in the process. The anger that radiated from Lloyd’s eyes was scary while he looked at the man who dared to disturb the two of you. “Boss…. There’s a problem.” Lloyd looked angry at the man. “Then fix it!” he raised his voice, making you a little scared but you crawled more against him for protection. “But I think you need to see this. It’s her father…” he told Lloyd and you were on high alert right away. Every muscle in your body tensed up, tears already gathering while you felt extremely scared. Lloyd looked immediately at you, clearly feeling the tension in you.
“I’ll be there.” Lloyd told the man but kept looking worried at you. Your eyes were big and the tears were already falling. “Baby, stay here. I’ll take care of this. Don’t worry, he won’t ever get to you again okay sweetheart? I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again, sunshine. Daddy’s going to take care of this okay?” he told you softly as he cupped your cheek gently. “Please don’t leave me. I’m scared, please don’t leave me alone.” Lloyd sighed softly, knowing he had to leave you for a minute to take care of this. “I’ll come back sweetheart, I’ll always come back don’t I? I’ll make sure that there are some men here protecting you as well. Besides he has to go through me first to get to you and you know what happens to people who even try to do that, right? I’ve told you what happens. You have nothing to be scared off. I’ll be right back sunshine.” He told you caringly.
You hesitantly let go of Lloyd. “I’m going to end this. No more scary dreams, no more fears. I’m going to end it right now and be back before you know it baby girl. Give me a kiss sweetheart.” He told you and you were quick on your feet to give him a kiss. This time you cupped his cheek and pulled him more into the kiss. “You come back. You come back whole to me!” you told him strict and pulled completely out of your relaxed state. “I promise you sunshine. Remember what I told you? Put your headphones on and I’ll be right back and we finish that movie okay princess?” He smiled at you when you nodded. He kissed the back of your hand and walked away, giving one last look behind him towards you.
Before he closed the door, you heard him talk to some people and two men came in, nodding towards you and staring in front of them, holding on tightly to their big guns. You took the blanket and wrapped it more around you for cover. Your heart felt tight as if it was being crushed. Not only were you scared for yourself but you hated when Lloyd was in the line of fire. He had to come back to you. Alive and well. But the thought that he could get hurt made you physical sick.
You grabbed your plushy and held it close. You heard gunshots through the villa and if you weren’t on high alert, you would be now. It was silent for couple of minutes and you didn’t knew what you hated more. The unbearable sound of gunshots or the complete and utter silence that you didn’t trust. You clung more onto your plushy. The men held tightly onto their guns and pointed it towards the door in concentration.
You put your headphones in and put the music on loud. Lloyd had put a playlist together for you when stuff like this would happen so you wouldn’t hear the screams and other stuff. The tears just kept falling over your cheeks while your mind went a thousand miles per hours. All of a sudden the door slammed open against one of the guards and knocked him out. 4 people with masks came in, gun pointed towards you and shot the other guard. They ran towards you and all picked you up. You screamed the lungs out of your body for Lloyd and kicked them, fighting for your life.
You got them good and they let you fall on the ground. You quickly got up and ran out of the room. Your fight instinct kicked in and you were glad you were a good fighter. You had no clue how but you knocked them all out. You struggled with running, falling slightly on your search for Lloyd. Other men found you and ran after you, trying to shoot you on their way until you heard a loud voice “You fucking idiots! I need her alive and I need her now! Shoot everyone in the way but NOT her! ” cold chills went up your spine, knowing it was your father.
You ran out of the villa with some guards who let you to the maze. They let Lloyd know where you went to through their mic. One guard besides you got shot and fell on the ground. You picked up your pace like you’ve never done before and sprinted through the maze, not knowing where you were going. You reached multiple dead ends with guards scattered around you. You ran back and ran into a hard chest, making you fall over.
The person wore a mask as well and got you by your shirt dragging you towards the middle of the maze by the fountain. You screamed, kicked and tried to get loose but to no avail. “Lloyd!” you screamed but he wasn’t there.
The man threw you forwards and you looked at some shoes before looking scared up. You saw your father with a grin looking at you. “There you are, you little mouse.” You were quick on your feet but got a good hit to your face, making you fall over again. “You know, I’m debating to just kill you here where Lloyd can find you or take you, torture you like the last time and then kill you in the most slow and painful death ever.”
You got a knife from Lloyd. It was a pretty knife as well, pink with your name carved in and gold. When you ran your way through the villa, you took it and hit it in the back of your sock. You got it out and stood up again in a fighting position. There was no way you would go without putting up a fight. Your father rolled his eyes.
“Are we really going over this again?” he asked you and took a fighting position as well and got a knife.  You waited a little before he went in and that was where he made his mistake. You stabbed him a couple of times but when you heard Lloyd scream for you, you got distracted and got slashed and stabbed as fast as your father could. You fell to the ground and screamed for Lloyd.
Your father sat above you, the knife pointing towards your face while you tried to hold him back with both of your hands. Lloyd was fighting with the man who dragged you here and you kicked your father in his crotch and pushed him over you. You stood up, and grabbed your knife tightly, seeing red at this point. You saw how beaten up Lloyd was and your blood was absolutely boiling.
Lloyd got kicked back and the man tried to hit him more until you flung towards the man, slashing his throat in anger. Lloyd looked at you in surprise when you let the man fall out of your arms. Lloyd had never seen this anger that you radiated right now and he was absolutely mesmerized by you. It was like he fell even harder in love then he thought was possible.
You screamed out in anger and slashed your father multiple times, overmastering him. This time you were above him and kept hitting him in his face, bruising your hands and got covered in his blood. Other guards of your father came running in and dragged you off of him. You fought them too along side Lloyd until your father came up to Lloyd and tried to fight him.
Just like Lloyd, the anger you saw in his eyes was something you’ve never seen before. You got multiple hits but got every guard knocked out before falling on the ground, exhausted and losing a lot of blood. Your father and Lloyd were fighting in the water of the fountain. You threw your knife towards Lloyd and he swung it into your fathers chest before pulling it out and stabbing him over and over again until he fell down. You gathered all the last energy you had and stood up. Lloyd looked surprised at you but worry all over his face and stopped what he was doing. You limbed towards Lloyd and your father.
Your hands putting pressure on the worst wound. “I want to finish it. This is my fight.” You told Lloyd cold. Not directly to Lloyd but your father. Lloyd gave you the knife and you wiped the blood off of the knife. Your father grinned at you, holding his wounds as well. “You’ll never get rid of me. You’re my blood and I will always haunt you.” he chuckled. “No this is the end and you’ll be forgotten.” You told him coldly and stabbed him hard and good and looked at him, waiting for him to die. When you saw him leaving you broke down.
You turned around and Lloyd pulled you carefully into a hug. You hid your face into his chest while he softly massaged your head for comfort. “He’s gone now sunshine. It’s over and you did it yourself. I’m so proud of you princess.” You couldn’t hold back the tears and held onto Lloyd for dear life.
You both stumbled back and new guards of Lloyd came running in. They were called up but had to get there first and now they finally were. They helped you and Lloyd inside, quickly bandaged you up, controlling the bleeding so they could flew you to a different villa in the middle of nowhere in a warm tropical country where you both got better patched up and could recover.
You laid down in the bed. Lloyd was quick on his feet but you had the endure the most injuries. Your room didn’t have a wall to the outside but a big window so you could look out over the ocean. Lloyd knew how much you loved the ocean and probably brought you here because of that.
The door softly went open and Lloyd walked in with a bouquet of sunflowers. “Hey sunshine.” He told you softly. This was the first time you were actually awake after what had happened. “Hey” you croaked out, your throat dry. He had a water bottle with him and walked up to you, kissing your forehead before sitting on the edge of the bed, putting a straw in the water bottle and brought it to your lips so you could drink it.
He placed the sunflowers on the nightstand besides you and looked lovingly at you. You went with your finger softly over his injuries on his face. “I told you that I wanted you back without a scratch.” You told him with a soft smile. “I’ll take a lot more for you than a couple of bruises and cuts sunshine.” He told you and carefully rubbed your cheek, trying not to hurt you. “I’m so proud of you baby. It’s over now. You don’t have to be scared anymore. You finished him. It’s done.” He reminded you and calmness took over you.
You looked up and saw your plushy in his hand. You smiled more and Lloyd gave it to you. “Can you please stay with me? Cuddle me?” he smiled, knowing you started to feel small and safe again. “Of course I will baby.” he told you and walked to the other side of the bed, kicking his shoes off, pants and polo before crawling in. You immediately laid on his chest, your plushy tightly in your arms.  Lloyd softly went with his fingertips over your back. “I found you pretty hot when you fought him in the water….” You confessed to Lloyd. He looked at you surprised and smirked. “Yeah? Well…. I found you pretty darn sexy when you took everyone out. My pretty baby, taking out all the guards. You are a goddess in my eyes.” he whispered the last part softly and you smiled shyly, giggling a little.
“Thank you for taking me here.” You told him, hinting towards the ocean and he smiled at you. “When you’re better, we’re going for a swim together. We’ll stay here as long as you want to.” He told you, his hand now on your head, his thumb softly rubbing your forehead. “I was scared I was going to lose you.” you told him and he frowned feeling hurt, thinking back about the situation. He looked at you and saw that you were crying. “It takes a whole lot more to get me away from you. But I was scared too. Scared I was loosing the only thing I care and love, you.” he told you and pressed a kiss on your forehead. You sniffled. “Hey, look who I found princess.” He told you, trying to get your mind off of it.
Lloyd smiled at his achievement of making you smile and feel shy again. He always found you so incredibly adorable. He chuckled when you rubbed your face against his chest from the shyness and he kissed the top of your head before putting his finger underneath your chin for a proper kiss.
“Why don’t we finish that movie? I promised after all right?” he told you while looking intently in your eyes and his finger underneath your chin. You nodded softly with a soft smile and he smiled back, placing another kiss on your lips before getting the remote and putting the movie on from the start.
You cuddled more against Lloyd while he held you tightly and pushed the blankets more around you, tucking you in. You enjoyed the feeling of utter safety and love, making you sigh in complete relaxation with your plushy tucked in the crook of your arm and underneath your chin while Lloyd played with your hair again. You concentrated on that feeling and it was the best feeling in the world, something only Lloyd could give you and he was the only thing you needed.
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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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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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sweetlilbambi-old · 2 years
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(nsfw-ish) daddy!chris and his favorite girl ♡
note: my moodboard, but pics are from pinterest/tumblr! reblogs and likes are appreciated <3
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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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stargirlfics · 2 years
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What You Need
Daddy!Chris Evans x Black Little!Reader
Summary: When things are overwhelming you, he knows exactly what you need
Written for @dadplease’s 5k Stuffie Writing Contest! Love you, Eun and I’m so happy to have been able to write something for this!!
Warnings: 18+ONLY, DDLG dynamics, hurt/comfort, mentions of anxiety and stress, use of “daddy” and “little one”
Word Count: 1.4k
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By nature you were sensitive and soft and that’s exactly what Chris loved about you. 
How soft your heart was. You were just the most adorable thing and while you had learned to find strength in your softness, sometimes you just wanted to be taken care of, to be babied and told you were okay and loved and didn’t have to worry about a single thing especially when you were always expected to be the strong one. 
And that’s where Chris came in. Your Daddy. The love of your life and the man of your dreams who always did his best to make you the happiest because you were precious to him and deserved the world. 
Things had been going great with your boyfriend of two years, you had settled into your dynamic, and long gone were the days of shyly calling him “Daddy”, you said the title with confidence now, very much happy to be his Little. 
Lately, however, you were more stressed out and overwhelmed than you could handle despite wanting to admit it. 
You felt a little pathetic for not being able to handle everything on your plate with ease, from your responsibilities to things with your family and friends and with your job, you just felt swamped and frustrated that everything felt so difficult and that you weren’t good enough to do any of it right. 
Chris could sense your anxiety looming over you more than it should be and gently guided you to take breaks and made sure to give you extra love and care, he knew how much of your own needs could end up pushed to the side when you felt this way and most of the time you could get through the day but today was just one of your hardest. 
Bad news compounded by the stress of just trying to exist had you on the verge of tears all morning and by the time Chris came home for the day you were really struggling to keep it together. 
He called out to you like he always did when came home but you couldn’t answer him, in fact you were hiding under your blanket in your shared bedroom, afraid that you’d just burst into tears if you saw him. 
You just needed to hold it together that’s all, you had so much to do and you didn’t want to acknowledge how distressed you were in fear that if you did it would just never end. 
But Chris was always good at figuring out where you were at both physically and mentally and before long his soft footsteps and the patter of Dodger’s paws upon the floor could be heard getting closer. 
Two knock reverberated against the half closed bedroom door, “How’re you holding up, little one?” his voice was gentle and careful in that way that made you yearn for his embrace. 
There wasn’t any point to hiding your anxiety, all the little signs and unspoken things were there. You wanted his love and comfort and you had to give in and let yourself believe you deserved it. 
Slowly, you sat up, keeping your fuzzy blanket wrapped around you  tightly, your eyes reluctantly finding his. And that’s when the sniffles and tears started. 
“N-not good, daddy. I don’t feel good.” you whimpered, eyes bleary with tears oh so ready to fall to your cheeks below.
Chris came to your side immediately, the sight of you so upset making his heart ache. 
“Hey, hey, c’mere sweetheart. I’m sorry you’re having such a hard time right now, can I hold you? I’m right here,” he kept his voice real soft for you, the tenderness and concern in his voice making you sob even harder. 
You could only nod and reach out for him, letting him wrap you up in his arms tight.
What grief it was to be shown so much patience and care when you felt so broken. Chris saw your pain and worry and would move mountains to make it stop and to know that made you feel safe to fall apart and release all the panic weighing you down. 
“Shh shh, there you go. Promise it’s gonna be okay, baby, let all that out.” Chris pressed a kiss to the top of your head that was tucked into his chest, his hands rubbed soothingly at your back.
You were scared and the anxiety came in waves but it did feel good to let yourself cry and to be held through it, you felt so shaky and unsteady but Chris was right by your side and slowly but surely you allowed that to sink into your mind and provide a shred of stable ground to find your footing on. 
He rocked you in his arms a little, squeezing you just a little tighter whenever your cries got heavier until eventually there were more sniffles than tears falling. 
Nervously, you looked up at him and was happy to see his lips form into a soft smile, just for you. 
“Hey, there’s my girl. You know what I have that I think will help you feel better?” Chris whispered to you and leaned his head down to kiss your forehead. 
You tried to take a guess but shook your head shyly when you couldn’t think of anything and that’s when Chris started to move to get up presumably to get whatever he was going to give to you but you didn’t want to be left alone, you just wanted to stay in your daddy’s arms forever and forget about the icky thoughts in your head. 
A frantic whimper of protest could be heard as Chris stood up from the bed, his heart aching once again at the sound. You were just so precious and sensitive and he wanted to make this all better so he held his arms out for you. 
“C’mere, we can go get the special surprise together,” he grinned when you rushed to him and felt yourself being lifted from the bed, “Good girl.” 
Two words that never failed to make your heart melt like it was your first date all over again. 
The smell of his cologne and shampoo helped ease you further as you tucked your chin against his shoulder and held on till you reached the living room and even then Chris didn’t let you go, he simply positioned you around so you were sitting in his lap, your back against his chest. 
And then out of nowhere he pulled a lilac colored bag from the side of the couch and handed it to you. 
“I know you’ve been dealing with a lot of big feelings lately and hopefully this can bring you some comfort, you deserve it, princess.” 
You were still sniffling and your eyes were a bit swollen from crying so much but there was that tiny spark of wonder and excitement in them again that Chris loved to see so much and he watched patiently as you sunk your hands into the bag and gasped as you pulled out the gift. 
A soft, plush sand colored bunny rabbit stuffed animal with cutest floppy ears and crocheted pink sweater over it’s body was held in your hands! The same one you’d seen in that shop window downtown months ago! Chris must have noticed you eyeing it and your heart swelled as it sank in.
“Daddy! You really got me the bunny!” you squealed in delight, hugging it to your chest. There was a wide smile on your face and that’s exactly what Chris had hoped to see.
“Mhm, I remembered you talking about how adorable you thought it was for twenty straight minutes after we passed the shop and went on a hunt for it the other day.” 
Chris pressed another kiss to your forehead as you marveled over the plush bunny. It smelled like him and the little smile sewn onto his face instantly made you feel like you had a friend, like you’d get through this rough patch, like you had a sweet little companion to hold onto when your head became too anxious. 
“I love him, I love him so much already! Thank you for this, daddy. And for taking care of me and making me feel safe. Everything is gonna be okay, right?” your voice dropped down to that tiny whisper that told him you were feeling Little and vulnerable and he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist.
“Everything will be okay, little one, exactly right. I’ll always take care of you, that’s what good daddy’s do. You’re everything to me and you don’t have to take on anything without help. Me and Mr. Buns are right by your side.”
You laughed at the name he’d given your new stuffie and nuzzled his cheek, a few seeds of hope beginning to sprout in your heart. 
Maybe it really would be alright after all!
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Something short and sweet cause sometimes you just need some comfort! Sending love to anyone who needs it!
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some tags: @nsfwsebbie @babyyhoneyydarling @pipsqueakkitten @strawbeariefaerie​ @bitchinsinclair​ @honeystevie​ 
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jenni42085 · 2 years
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Bubble Gum
Chris, well daddy always said to spit gum or candy out before nap time because you have had a mess a time or two, but sleep hit you out of nowhere as you were coloring a picture for daddy on your play mat. Usually it was a fight to take naps on weekends but today was different. Today you were sleepy. Dodger curled up with you and kept you warm so you easily gave in.
Chris walked inside from yard work and noticed how quiet the house and looked at the time. He realized it was your nap time and that maybe you had fallen asleep with no issues. He walks into your play room and sees you and Dodger nestled together breathing shallowly and adorably. He took a quick picture for his memories. As he was about to cover you with your favorite fuzzy blanket he notices something bright shiny purple on you as well as Dodger.
Upon further inspection he realizes that it wasn’t slime or taffy but the dreaded bubble gum. He knows for a fact that he told you a few days ago to limit the gum and remember to spit it out before bed or anytime you felt sleepy. But here he looked down and saw his precious baby girl asleep with bubble gum hanging out of her mouth sticking to herself as well as Dodger.
He stood there a moment trying to figure what would be the best way to resolve this sticky situation. He figured he would go about it the quieter of the two and less tears.
“Dodger. Wake up pup,”. The playful pup opened one eye and look at him as he quietly and quickly got the bubble gum out off of the dog’s ear with not too much resistance. Thankfully it wasn’t matted into the dog’s fur.
Sighing, he shut the door to let Dodger run off some energy and away from the madness that is going to ensue.
“Princess.” No movement. Just more deep breathing and a rub through your curly natural hair as your sleeping form went back to sleep reaching for your side kick puppy. “Princess. Wake up.”
A few more minutes of trying to wake you and a gentle nudge and you finally woke up. “Hi Daddy.”
Chris kneels down to your level. “Hey Bunny. How was your nap?”
A stretch and a yawn happen before you can reply. You scratch your head then realize there is a sticky substance at the end of it. “Daddy?” Your voice questioned with fear and sadness laced in it.
“What has Daddy said about bubble gum?”
You thought for a moment. “To spit it out before sleepy time. And only twice a week.”
“Did you follow that rule Princess?”
Your eyes got bigger as you finally realize that the substance is gum in your hair. “I didn’t mean to Daddy. I forgot. I just got sleepy.” You plead with sadness as fear hits you that he is going to cut your hair. “Daddy! Please don’t cut all of my hair off! I’m sorry.”
The tone of your voice made his heart break. He should have hidden the gum that Sebastian had given you but figured you would have remembered. He calmly rubs his hand down your cheek. “It’s ok little one daddy can fix it.”
“But Daddy.”
“Princess.” He breathes deep trying to get you to focus on him. “Do you trust Daddy?”
You nod as tears are coming down your cheek. “I do Daddy.” You reply before he can tell you to use your words.
He picks you up as if you weigh nothing and carries you to the bathroom counter. You hiss as your warm brown skin comes into contact with the cold marble counter.
He steps in between your thick freshly tanned brown legs. “Princess you are a very lucky girl.”
Your head pops up as he says this. “ How so Daddy?”
“Well it’s only on the tips of your pigtail. So it will just be a trim daddy is going to do.”
“Better than you did Dodger you did that one day?” You ask with a smile.
“Yes sassy pants. Better than Dodge that one time.” He replies as he playfully pops at you while undoing the one gum filled pigtail.
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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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writersblog20 · 2 years
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A different way💜
Chris Evans x reader
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Credit to @sudsevans for making the gif
Summary: When you get a lot more than you bargained for, in a good way though, emotions are high and Chris tries to relax you through your inner child.
Warnings: dd/lg dynamic, anxiety, petnames, mention of smut, cockwarming
Words: 3,8K
A/N: So I’m trying to heal my inner child and noticed that this sort of works for me. If this isn’t your cup of tea, than please don’t read it. it’s a way for me to deal, feel comfort, safety and security. Please be mindful and respectful as my page is a safe place for everyone. If you’re not, I won’t hesitate to block. I hope this fic can bring some comfort to others. 
A different way 💜
So your dream was finally coming true. You were a multimedia designer in your second year but someone from the biggest festival in your country contacted you. At first you would do some slides for the screen there with warnings. But in your second interview they asked you to be their photographer. You loved to photograph and this was literally your dream so of course you said yes.
They were beyond happy with your designs for the screens but you still had to wait for the graphic designer to give you a thumbs up but that took way longer than expected. He literally kept you waiting for 5 horrible weeks. It had even effected your relationship with Chris, saying goodbye to your sex life. But he helped you out a lot, with the anxiety, panic attacks, nightmares and much more.
When you finally got the receiving word, you didn’t feel happy or at ease by it anymore. Your therapist called it a hangover from all of the emotions. I mean he did gave you very like very small things to change but was mostly happy with your work. You did have follow-up questions for him so, again, you had to wait. Luckily, you weren’t anxious anymore.
So now we're here, awaiting before you could continue and you and Chris made sure to enjoy the time before you would work yourself to exhaustion. Chris was so incredibly proud of you. You did this all by yourself without his help, knowing how scary it can be to follow your dreams. It was unbearably scary and you found out that a lot of people left you out of jealously. They didn’t want you to make it and were definitely not happy. You’ve always heard about it on social media and stuff but never did you think that it would happen to you but than again, you weren’t expecting that your dreams were coming true so soon. I mean, you were still in your second year of your studies for god’s sake! And that was exactly why Chris was so incredibly proud of you.
Anyway, you were just getting out of the heat with Chris. You both let your head fall on the pillow, trying to catch your breath. You turned your head towards Chris and he was already looking at you. You grew shy and chuckled in embarrassment. You turned on your side and hid your face in Chris’s arm. He chuckled and pulled you closer.
Your therapist was trying to heal your inner child and that was where Chris came in. You wouldn’t really call yourself a little because you absolutely would refuse the idea of  diapers, pacies and stuff like that. You would never judge someone else over it, absolutely not! But that wasn’t for you. You were more the plushy, Disney movie type. But sometimes when you were so relaxed you would call Chris daddy and he found it so incredibly adorable that he almost couldn’t function. As if he couldn’t love you more, you would prove him wrong every time. Anyway, you needed someone very, very gentle and caring and when you told Chris about it, he helped you out of your comfort zone, so that could become your comfort zone and he was amazing in it. Especially in the aftercare.
“You okay princess?” he asked you and you nodded, a little unable to stop giggling. You heard your phone go off and was expecting it to be one  of your friends. You would go to the beach today for a relaxing day. You got your phone and saw your mail with an unknown name. You frowned and opened it quickly because the subject was the name of the festival. You felt your heart start to beat quickly and every muscle in your body was tensing up. Chris noticed the immediate change in your demeanor.
“Baby?” He asked you and you read the email quickly. Chris sat up next to you, softly rubbing your back. He couldn’t read the mail since it was in your language. You looked in an awe at Chris. He knew it was good because your eyes were twinkling and had a lot of hope and happiness behind them. Chris chuckled in your awe state, getting quite curious himself now. “Princess, please share.” He told you, looking intently at you with a big grin.
You just started to laugh and stood up from the bed, jumping up and down on the bed, making Chris chuckle loudly until you let yourself fall on his lap. “They want me to do more!!!! Someone higher from the festival asked me to do more designs for them!!!!” you told him happy and Chris was just as surprised as you were. You flew your arms around him, making him fall backwards on the bed. He was still very much processing what you just told him. He held you tightly and cupped your cheeks, making you hang a little above him with that adorable smile of yours. He laughed with you. “Oh my god baby! That’s amazing news!!! I’m so, so happy for you! You deserve this, really sweetheart.” He told you, placing multiple kisses over your face, making you even giggle more.
“We need to celebrate this!” he told you happy but you waved it off. “No, no, I’m not there yet! I still have to…” Chris cut you off by placing his fingers on your lips. “Sweetheart…. This is a huge win! You are completely titled to celebrate this. This is why people celebrate. Don’t degrade yourself on this pretty princess. You deserve this, maybe even more than others.” He told you the last part softly with his hand besides his mouth as if he was telling you a secret.
You sat up straight on his lap while Chris was still laying down. His big hands on your hips, softly going up and down for comfort. You chuckled at what he had told you and was thinking about it, which gave Chris an indication that you needed help to see that you deserved this too. “Okay that’s it. We’re going to celebrate and you have no say in it because daddy says so.” He told you, it caught you a little of guard but smiled that he was stepping in. You couldn’t stop the smile that grew on your face and kissed him deeply.
 Once you got downstairs, you immediately replied to the person that had send you the email. He quickly replied that he would call you in the afternoon and you ran towards Chris, even more excited. You were so happy that you started to jump around him happily. Chris chuckled at your excitement. “He’s going to call me today!!!” You told him and he picked you up, twirling you around and sat you down on the counter. “Okay. Then we’ll wait before he called and celebrate after. How does that sounds?” he asked you and softly rubbed your cheek. You nodded with a smile. Chris mirrored your smile and kissed your forehead. “Let’s get dressed princess.” He told you and helped you off the counter where he was cutting up fruit. He softly but playfully smacked your ass to get you on your way.
You got dressed in your swimsuit and put a pretty dress over it, got the towels and skipped downstairs. You went through a rollercoaster of emotions right now. From feeling really powerful to anxious to happy to nerves. Chris noticed the changes even though they weren’t very obvious since you were a pro at hiding your feelings but he knew you well enough now. You were an open book for him and he was for you.
He didn’t say anything about it though. He knew that you knew that he knew about your rollercoaster, which was perfectly reasonable. But he obviously kept an closer eye on you today. Your friends were on their way to pick the both of you up and you stood outside. You were at your house in your country at the moment because of the festival and so Chris had in a way, vacation and you were actually really happy and excited about it, you, Chris and your friends hanging out together, show him all the cool stuff your country had, the amusement park where your country was famous for called the Efteling and stuff.
Besides, he deserved to get some rest after all those interviews, premiers and stuff from Lightyear to the Gray man. He was extremely exhausted at the end and it showed. I mean he was still very handsome and his stylist should definitely get a higher paycheck but still, he was tired.
You waited outside for your friends and you leaned your head against his shoulder, his arm around you as he placed kisses on your head. Your friends knew about the mail and you knew that they would be there for you besides Chris but would be just as nerves for you but would try to get you to calm down. You’ve been doing this rodeo with them for a long time now so it wouldn’t be new. They came racing through your street, honking their cars.
You laughed and waved at them. You looked at the cars but they were fully stocked. “Don’t worry princess, you can sit on my lap.” Chris told you softly. You knew this was a stunt of your friends, knowing Chris would have you on his lap but they didn’t knew that you both already blew some steam off this morning. Chris put the bags in the trunk of the car and opened the door for you, getting in first and helping you on his lap. You both greeted everyone. Chris placed the seatbelt in front of you and held you tightly against him, his arms locked around you in a loving but protecting manner.
You relaxed your body against Chris and sighed in content, making Chris smile. It didn’t took long before you arrived at the lake. They parked the car and everyone got the bags out of the trunk and walked towards your favorite spot. Everyone got settled down and put some sunscreen on, Chris obviously doing your back before some alcoholic beverages got popped open and music put on.
After the sunscreen got settled in, you got into the water. One of your friends had a floaty and jumped into it while you hang on the floaty, relaxing while you both shared a cider. After a while you got tired of hanging on and jumped on her, both laughing loudly when it capsized to the side and fell over in the water. Your group of friends laughing at the two of you and  Chris looked adored your way. He was throwing over the ball with your friends.
After a while in the water, you returned back to the towels, not wanting to be apart from your phone any longer just in case he might call. Chris laying down besides you, his head resting on your lap while you softly played with his fluffy hair. Chris was almost purring from relaxation, making you smile.
The longer it took, the more nervous you got and Chris noticed the small nervous hints from your body. He sat up straight from your lap. “Come lean against me sweetheart.” He told you and opened his legs so you could sit between them, your back leaning against his chest. His fingertips softly caressing your arms while he softly placed feathery kisses to your shoulders.
Chris finally managed to relax you until you heard the familiar tune of your ringtone and all your muscles tensed up. Everyone looked your way as you grabbed your phone to see who it was. It was an unknown number and you knew it was the guy so you quickly picked up and paced around, getting just a bit away from the group. The kept chatting but still held a close eye on you, curiosity taking over. Everyone looked at you when your face lit up with utter disbelieve. Chris sat a little more straight and looked awaiting for what was about to happen.
“Yeah, yeah, sure of course! Let me write it down, hold on.” You told the man on the phone and quickly got your notebook and pen by your side and leaving the group again. When it was over half an hour, the group almost couldn’t contain themselves anymore and wanted to know everything. They saw how your posture changed, the twinkling in your eyes and just the look of disbelieve on your face with the most contagious grin someone could have. They knew that it was very good news.
You walked back to the group, still on the phone but ready to hang up. Everyone got silent and awaited for your information. “Yes, yes, absolutely, no problem! Thank you so much for this chance! Speak to you soon and I’ll see the email appear. Bye.” You hang up in utter disbelieve and happiness which radiated from everything. Chris couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as he looked at you. “And???” one of your friends asked you.
“Ehh well… They want me back next year for sure and I’ll help them design then. But for now, I’m going to make every banner that’s going to hang there, make the passes and more but this is for the next 2 weeks and now my ultimate favorite….” You couldn’t contain your happiness and bright smile while everyone looked in awe, knowing how much this meant to you and it was actually really big. “I get to make their merchandise!” everyone was just as gob smacked as you were. You just started chuckling and giggling uncontrollably. Chris was needed to process it and one of your friends stood up, the rest following and cheered, picking you up and twirling you around while you kept giggling.
“Congratz!!! This is huge!” one of your best friends said to you. “I can’t actually believe it!” you told them, still not believing it. Chris walked up to you and pulled you in the biggest hug, placing multiple kisses on your head, face and lips as you giggled. He cupped your cheeks and pulled you in for a big kiss. “I am so proud of you and happy for you baby!” you smiled and flung your arms around his neck. “We need to celebrate this!” one of your friends turned the music up and popped a wine bottle open.
You celebrated the whole day, drinking, swimming, dancing and laughing a lot. You called your mom and some more people that really mattered throughout the day. When you finally arrived home you were exhausted and even that was an understatement. Chris knew that you were extremely tired from all the built up emotions, the good and the bad. It was a long and emotional day and Chris would make sure that you got relaxed again.
“Let’s take a shower sweetheart.” He told you, making you nod. Tiredness written all over your sleepy face. He helped you out of the clothes “Wait here for a minute.” he told you softly so he could put the dirty clothes and swimwear in the washing machine. You waited for Chris, yawning. Chris walked back naked to you and chuckled when he saw you yawn. “Let’s get cleaned up, pretty princess.” He told you and helped you in the shower. You were clingy again and Chris couldn’t wipe the loving smile off of his face from your clinginess. He washed your hair and cupped your cheeks, placing a kiss on your lips before pulling your head against his chest and softly rubbed your back.
After you got out, he put a towel around your body before he wrapped one around himself and sat you down on the counter. You yawned again and Chris smiled lovingly at you “Let daddy take care of you now.” He told you, trying to make you even more relaxed. You nodded while Chris stood in front of you, putting lotion on your body and you let your head rest against his shoulder. He got your skincare products out “Look up for me pretty baby.” he told you and chuckled when he saw that you almost fell asleep against his shoulder.
He placed his finger underneath your chin and gave you a small loving smile before gently placing the cream on your face. When he was done he smiled at you and kissed your nose. He got you of the counter, held your hand and let you to the bed, sitting you down before going to the closet and getting your satin, pink pajama out of the closet. He put your shorts on and your top and peppered your face with kisses again, earning a couple of giggles from you again. He placed your plushy bunny in your arms and got back to the closet for his own clothes while you waited patiently for him.
He put on a t-shirt and shorts before putting some sock on you and walked down the stairs with you. You followed him everywhere he went but he didn’t minded it at all, holding your hand. He got a beer for himself and some lemonade for you and walked with you to the couch. He put the drinks on the small table in front of him, sat down and pulled you on his lap sideways and handed you the remote.
You got more comfortable on his lap, crawling more against his chest, his hand softly rubbing the soft skin of your legs. You picked out a Disney movie and clang tightly onto your plushy. You chose belle and the beast but the real life remake. Chris just caressed every part of your skin softly with his fingertips as if he admired every part of your body, which he did. He was more focused on you than the movie playing in front of him. When you moved a little to get even more physical contact, he wrapped his arms around you and let his head rest on your shoulder after he kissed your cheek lovingly, his thumb still softly rubbing your skin.
He saw you getting deeper and deeper relaxed and how you fought your heavy eyelids. “Let’s get upstairs sleepy baby, we’ll finish the movie tomorrow princess.” He told you and helped you upstairs before placing you on the counter again and placed some toothpaste on your toothbrush before handing it to you. You tiredly took it from him while you both brushed your teeth at the same time. He looked at you with adoration in his eyes but chuckled when he saw you almost falling asleep with the toothbrush in your mouth, your head already hanging low.
“Okay, let daddy help you with that princess.” He told you, but knew it wasn’t really getting to you. He took the toothbrush from your mouth and helped you with it but it woke you up in realization that you actually drifted off slightly with the brush in your mouth. Once you made eye contact with Chris you felt a little embarrassed and wanted to take the brush from him but he just smiled lovingly at you as he shook his head. “No sweetheart, let daddy do it for now. I know you’re a big girl and want to do it yourself but it’s okay, you’re tired, let daddy help.” He encouraged you to accept it. He could see that you were doubting it but he just smiled at you. “It’s okay baby. We’re almost done either way but trust me. Can you do that sweetheart?” he pushed you further into his care and you gave in because of his last sentence. You nodded and surrendered to Chris’s care.
“Good job baby, such a good girl.” He praised you and you felt proud. “There we go. Here’s the mouthwash baby. Don’t swallow it though.” He reminded you as he took some himself and kept looking at you. When he spat it out he looked back at you. “Spit it out baby, good job.” He knew that praising you got you even more over the edge, feeding your inner child. You did as he instructed and he smiled proudly at you before helping you to the bed. “With or without pajamas baby girl?” he asked you while he straightened the sheets. “Without.” You told him and he nodded, helping you out of silken pajamas before taking his own clothes off.
Chris turned the fan on, giving a nice cool breeze and some white noise before turning back into bed. He gently pulled you towards him and gave you your plushy. You were deep in thought and tried to get even closer against him as if you wanted to crawl into him. Chris went with his fingertips over your head and easily noticed your discomfort. “What’s wrong baby girl?” he asked you softly. “Just want to be near you. Closer.” You softly whispered your last part a little embarrassed. “Want me in you?” he asked carefully unsure if that was what you meant. “If that’s okay….” You asked him softly and he smiled in adoration at you and kissed the top of your head, letting his lips rest there for a minute. “Of course it is princess.”
“Place your leg over mine baby girl.” You quickly did what he asked you while Chris pumped his cock a couple of times but he never had trouble getting hard for you. His hand went slightly over your stomach towards your slit and helped you get a little bit more wet even though you already were, feeling needy and clingy. He placed his cock by your entrance and carefully pushed himself in, both moaning at the feeling. “God you feel so good princess.” He moaned out and you whimpered at the feeling. You wanted to get closer to Chris but he stopped you. “Wait for a second baby, don’t move yet.” He told you and you waited for him to get it under control.
Chris finally pulled you towards him after a couple of minutes and you finally fell sleepy again. You rested almost half on top of him. Your head and arm resting on his chest as he softly massaged your head. “You comfy princess?” he asked you softly and you murmured yes while nodding slightly. “Good night baby girl. I’ll be here when you wake up. I love you.” he told you and you smiled against his chest. “I love you too daddy.” You murmured out, almost asleep but awake enough to hear his heart skip a couple of beats.  
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dcllbows · 5 months
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thinking about how daddy!cevans would absolutely parade his little around the neighborhood trick or treating, telling her that she’s the prettiest pumpkin/princess/whatever she decided to be. if she told him she wanted to be captain america for halloween, saying “i wanna be just like you daddy!” he’d definitely pat himself on the back and tell her, “everyone’s gonna love your costume, angel.”
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maximeverstappen · 6 months
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Does somebody know where i can find chris evans x little! Reader fics, and the one where chris comforts reader after being at disneyland?
Let me know trough a message thanks
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emberedink · 1 year
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Ride Me – Chris Evans
chris evans x fem!actress reader
summary: You tease Chris for being this year's "Sexiest Man Alive," which leads to you sitting on his lap.
word count: 900+
warnings: 18+ minors dni. smut. thigh riding. fingering. public sex. usage of endearments such as baby, pretty girl, and sweetheart. degrading & praising kink. dirty talking.
author's note: chris being the sexiest man alive this year (which he deserves so much) awakened me from my slumber so here i am in my hoe hours. i hope you enjoy. < 3
proofread by me, so i apologize for any mistakes!
reblogs, likes, and comments are highly appreciated! thank you. ♡
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"Hey, sexy."
You were currently shooting an unannounced project with Chris Evans. You found Chris sitting alone on the porch while the rest of the cast and crew prepared for your next scene together. You stood there for a moment, watching his tongue travel over his lips every now and then, watching the wrinkle between his brows deepen and soften with each passing thought.
He's so beautiful.
It was recently revealed that your co-star was the "Sexiest Man Alive," and you knew you wouldn't pass up the opportunity to tease him.
Chris cocked his brow. “Me?”
"Sexiest man alive," your lips twitched, holding back a smile. “Chris Evans, right? Saw you on the television.”
Chris laughed at your antics. He watched you approach him, and when you were close enough, his hand slid up, lifting your dress high enough for his fingers to reach the apex of your thighs. "If you think you're going to get a date from this lousy flirting, you're wrong, sweetheart."
“Lousy?” you gasped lightly, feigning hurt. "No one ever said the sexiest man wasn't a gentleman. What a waste."
Chris snatched you by the waist and dragged you onto his lap. He held you close for a moment before reaching for your chin and drawing your head closer. "That's what you wanted every time I fucked you, baby. Did you forget how you begged me to treat you like a—"
“Chris! " You blushed fiercely as you looked around to check if anyone was watching. Fortunately, no one was. The majority of the crew was out putting together props and filming equipment.
“It's what you get for being such a tease. Sexy, huh?”
You've been dating Chris for three years. You two met three years ago at an awards ceremony, when you were sitting next to each other on the table. He initiated the conversation, which you were grateful for because your anxiousness at the time prevented you from even saying hello. Chris asked to take you out on a date after the event, to which you immediately accepted, and the rest was history.
“Gonna do something about it, Evans? " you asked, awfully close to his lips.
"Damn right, I will," Chris replied, closing the gap between you and pressing your lips to his. You quickly opened your lips for him and kissed him deeply. His fingers twisted in your hair as he pulled your head back to kiss you more deeply.
“Chris.. Fuck," you whispered in between kisses, rolling your hips against his lap. His hands found your legs and widely spread them further, and you moaned at the sensation of his hard-on against your clothed clit. He guided you back and forth, placing kisses on your neck as your breathing became more ragged.
"What a needy slut I have. Riding my thigh like a whore in the middle of filming," he breathed into your lips as he pulled away. “Are you gonna come for me, baby? Gonna let them see you make a mess for me?”
"Mhmm." You shook your head, but you kept rocking against him, completely forgotten about the fact that you were in public.
“Go on. Make yourself feel good, pretty girl. Ride me.” Chris slid his hand into your dress, his fingers slipping inside the thin fabric of your panties. When his finger came into touch with your clit, he began rubbing circles against it, causing you to whimper.
"Fucking hell. You feel so amazing, sweetheart. So wet for me." He inserted one finger inside you, spilling a moan our of your mouth. “That feel good, baby?”
“Oh god, y-yes.” Your breathing became more rapid as you humped Chris' thigh faster and faster.
Chris lowered his head to look at you. He enjoyed watching you come apart; there was something about it that was both dirty and rewarding. He noticed you shaking and shivering, desperate to come. He gently wrapped his hand around your throat, which pushed you closer to your release.
“You're so, so close, aren't you?”
Before you could gather your thoughts to respond, you heard a nearby clap signifying that the crew was almost done with the setup.
“Fuck, no, no, no. Chris," you whined, forcing yourself to stop moving despite how close you were from coming.
Chris remained silent, planting a kiss on your forehead. He gently helped you get up from his lap and straighten your dress. He took your hand in his as he approached Janet, one of the crew members in charge of today's filming.
"Can we have an extra thirty minutes off? I'm feelin' kinda dizzy, might need to lie down in my trailer for a bit.”
Janet expressed concern about her main star and agreed to his request. "Do you want us to get you some medicine? Let me call—"
“No. No need, Janet. Jus' need some peace and quiet and it'll go away. I'll have Y/N keep an eye on me so you won't worry.” Chris smiled, giving Janet a small hug. She turned her gaze to you and grinned, confident that you would look after him. “Take care of your man, will you?”
You chuckled. “I will.”
Your relationship wasn't a secret to the crew. Chris preferred it to be public, refusing to hide and keep it from everyone.
Chris tightened his grip on your hand as he led you to his trailer. He lied about feeling unwell just to be with you. If you wanted him a moment ago, this made you crave for him more.
When you both entered the trailer, he shut the door and closed all of the windows while you waited there anticipating with excitement.
Chris carried you on his shoulder to his small room and laid you gently on the bed. “Let's see how many times I can make you cum in thirty minutes.”
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Chapter 26
Content Warning, this is intended for people that are 18+ and this chapter includes ddlg themes (always forced age regression) abdl themes, little violence, loads of fluff, some swearing. If I left anything out, let me know.
A/N: Apologises for not writing anything in ages. I’ve been really sick for the past couple of months and only now starting to get some answers. I’m going to try and get new chapters up every Sunday. I hope you like this chapter. As always comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. If you would like to support me further, my kofi is linked in my bio. Much love, J x
Jessica’s POV
Daddy eventually came into my room. He bent down and looked at me sternly. “Pumpkin, do you have anything to say to me?” He asked. There wasn’t any annoyance in his tone. I sheepishly looked up at him from the floor. My eyes couldn’t meet his. “I’m sorry for kicking you.” I said quietly. He sat down in front of me and took my hands in his. “Why did you do it? You knew it would hurt me. I know you were upset about the sandcastle but there was no need to attack her. We could have just rebuilt it. It’s no big deal.” No big deal? How could he think that. I started to get upset again. “I… I was upset. That was our sandcastle. She had her fun with Dada. This was our special moment and she ruined it.” I looked up, finally catching his eyes in mine. I single tear drop fell, it trickled down my face but before it reached my chin, he wiped it away with his thumb. He took my face in his hands and kissed my forehead. It was a soft, understanding and forgiving kiss. I sat up on my knees and crawled over to his lap. I sat in between his legs and gave him the biggest hug I could possibly give. He let out a little chuckle and returned the gesture.
Still cradled in his arms, he moved his hand in big slow circles rubbing my back “Honey, you know you gotta go and apologise to Bunny.” I nodded into his chest, just a slight movement, that he wouldn’t have noticed if my head wasn’t pressed against him. His big hands moved from my back and under my arms, lifting me up and placing my feet firmly on the ground. I took his hand and followed him into the living room where dada and Bunny were playing with my dollies. Anger started to bubble up from my tummy, but I didn’t let my feelings show. I had to fool them all. I let my hand fall to my side as Daddy cleared his throat “I think a little someone has something to say, don’t you baby?”
Fidgeting with my hands and twisting my feet I let out a little “Sorry.” Daddy bent down and placed a hand on my back “A little louder pumpkin.” Mentally sighing, I should have known that wouldn’t have been good enough. I knew I had to convince them that I actually mean it, but that bitch wasn’t getting a true sincere apology. I looked up with watery eyes, made direct eye contact with Bunny and put on my best performance. “I sorry Bunny.” I ran over and gave her a tight hug “I sorry for hurting you, I didn’t mean it, I super sorry.” A collection of awes filled the silence. Both daddies came over and embraced us adding to this “special” moment.
It was dada that disconnected first “wasn’t that so sweet of Jessica, Bunny? She’s such a good sister.” She looked up at him and then back to me “Yes daddy.” I gently held Bunny’s hand and swung her arm as I rocked on my heels. “Um can we… can we play in my nursery, please?” Daddy looked at dada nervously, but dada gave him a reassuring little nod “Sure princess. We’ll call you when dinner is ready.” Said daddy. I squealed in glee. Despite the height difference I dragged Bunny down the hall and into my room. I turned around and gently pushed the door closed. I stood there, hands pressed on the door contemplating my next move.
The moment was brief and silent but then Bunny broke the silence “Psst… hey we got to talk quietly, they’re gonna be watching us.” I turned around to face her but said nothing. She continued “I don’t know what they did to you but we gotta get out of here, what do you say we work together?” Her expression and tone was hopeful, sadly for her she got stuck with me. Loudly I hopped over to her “So what ya wanna play? I have lots of toys here, we could play with my dollies, build big castles or…” I put my hand up to my chin and made a thinking face. I gasped “We can play hide and seek.” Her face crinkled in annoyance “Hide and seek in here? It’s tiny.” My eyes lit up and face beamed “Yay! Ok you count and I’ll hide. No peaking.” I giggled. Bunny let out an annoyed sigh “Fine, one… two.” I looked around the room, there really wasn’t anywhere to hide. The closet would be the only option but at the corner of my eye I spotted the perfect place. I tiptoed and hid waiting to be found.
Chris’s POV
As soon as they left our sight, Sebastian pulled out his phone and brought up the cameras in the nursery. Everything seemed normal. Bunny was standing near the crib, she said something to Jessica we couldn’t hear. Jessica on the other hand, loud and excited was easy to hear when she asked what Bunny wanted to play. She’s so cute. I looked at Sebastian’s face and saw a grin form when Jessica suggested hide and seek that was just like my own. There wasn’t much room in the nursery for the game, but she was so happy when Bunny agreed and that was all that mattered. We watched as Bunny started to count and Jessica looked around the room for somewhere to hide.
She decided on hiding behind the massive teddy bear that Sebastian deemed necessary for a little girls room. He said it was the perfect place for cuddles and story time. We watched and waited for bunny to find her, however we never saw it happen. As soon as Bunny got to 15, Jessica emerged from her hiding spot, well not really emerged. The bear started to move, it’s arms were held up and it’s fat body sloshed from side to side as little feet moved it closer to Bunny. Bunny kept counting her eyes still closed as the bear got closer. At this point we had to go check on them. Something didn’t seem right. We burst into the room just as Jessica was about to plop the bear right on top of Bunny.
“Jessica! What are you doing?” I said I was angry, and I heard it in my own voice as I spoke. She gently dropped the bear to the side “Aww dada you ruined my surprise. I was just gonna surprise Bunny with Mr bear near her when she got to the big number. She would’ve been so shocked when she opened her eyes and Mr Bear was right beside her. She was suppose to find me.” Sebastian burst out laughing, he walked over to Jessica and ruffled her hair. “You silly little goose. That would have been really funny to see. My little prankster.” He picked her and placed her on his hip. I went over to Bunny and repeated the action. Seeing the funny side of this, I too let out a laugh “Mr bear was gonna scare you Bunny, that’s a funny bear, isn’t it?” Bunny just looked absolutely confused about the whole situation and gently nodded, not knowing what else to do or say. “Right how about we watch a movie instead?” Sebastian said, “Can Mr bear comes too?” Jessica asked, “Sure thing baby.” With that we made our way back to the living room to watch another Disney movie.
Bunny’s POV
As we left the nursery, the only thought that passed through my mind was “What the fuck just happened?”
Chapter 27
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