#dad!chris

[sturniqlo]

Needy- C.S

summary: y/n has been hornier than usual and her bump turns chris on even more

cw: cursing, SMUT; unprotected p in v, breeding/pregnancy kink, oral f!receiving, fingering, oral m!receiving, cowgirl, cream pie, spanking, soft!dom chris

an: no plot, just pure smut. i need to go outside after this😵‍💫

masterlist | positive masterlist

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fifteen weeks pregnant

Y/n has now entered her second trimester and her mood swings have definitely went down a notch. It's now rare that she gets them. Her belly has become more noticeable so she's been wearing longer t-shirts and oversized clothes whenever she has to film or go somewhere public. Chris has been nothing but the best at supporting Y/n through everything.

Ever since Y/n's belly has become more prominent, Chris was in love with it. He always had his hand resting over her belly. Whenever they went to bed, he spooned her, with his hand on her belly, they were laying on the couch, he was laying in between her legs rubbing her belly.

Y/n has also been more... needy to say the least. She would constantly rubbing her ass against Chris' clothed dick and he grew hard right away. Or, she would always sit on his lap, whenever she saw that he was in the living room man spreading, and start kissing him all over until eventually their clothes were on the floor and they were a sweaty mess. Chris was in the shower? She was joining him until she was pressed up against the cold tiled wall.

"Baby." Y/n whined, wearing a small spaghetti strap tank with tiny shorts that ride up, exposing her ass. This time around she was also getting very hot around the house to the point that she would just wear a bra and underwear. She climbed on his lap, and Chris' hands immediately went to her hips. "What happened?" His thumbs massaged her hips, making her more wet. "I need you." She wrapped her hands around his neck, placing a few kisses on his jaw while she slowly rocked against him. "Yeah? This morning wasn't enough for you, hm?" He teased. "Mm-mm. Please, Chris." She's now kissing his neck, running her hand up and down his chest. "Go to the room, and lay on the bed, okay?" He taps her ass. She quickly nods and places a kiss on his lips before making her way to their bedroom.

She lays on the bed, holding herself up with her elbows as she waits for Chris. Seconds later, Chris comes into view, closing the door behind him. He climbs on the bed, spreading her legs so he can be between them. He dips down and kisses her neck, Y/n's elbows give up and she lays down, putting her hands in Chris' hair, tugging as she knows how much he loves it. Chris groans against her neck and he's harder than ever. He grabs the bottom of her shirt and yanks it off, exposing her bare tits.

He wastes no time to bite, suck, and lick them. Y/n, a moaning mess, wraps her legs around his waist and pushes his hips down to her clothed core. "Patient, baby." He says. "Please, Chris. I need you." She whines, arching her back. Chris, stops sucking her nipples and comes off with a pop noise. "Can I taste you?" He lick and suck on her neck. She nods. Chris' hand trails down her torso, stopping at her belly before trailing down to the waistband of her skimpy shorts. He pulls them off and is met with her cotton thong that has a wet patch.

"Look at you, so wet f'me." He lays down on his stomach, putting her knees on his shoulders. Chris hovers over her heat and his breath makes her shudder. He kisses over her clothed core and moans. He loved how she got wet quicker. "Chris, please." She whines again. Pushing her hips her towards her face. He hooks a finger through her thong and moves it to the side. Finally, he sees her wet folds, glistening with her arousal. "Who made you this wet, babe?" He places light kisses on her clit and she gasps. "You- fuck, you did. Made me so fucking wet." She moans as he licks her. Chris sucks on her clit and groans at her taste. The vibration of his groans makes Y/n moan louder.

"Holy shit, baby. Keep going." He licks down her slit and pushes his tongue into her dripping hole while his fingers play with her puffy clit. Her eyes roll back and her back arches off her bed. "Chris, oh my god! I'm so close." She tries to close her legs around his face but, the hand that isn't playing with her clit pushes them open. "You taste so sweet, fucking love this pussy." He spits on it and spreads it with his fingers, entering two fingers into her and sucks her clit back into his mouth. "Don't stop, don't stop. Please don't fucking stop!" She chants.

After a couple of more seconds, she clenches around his fingers something she always did when she's about to cum. "Be a good girl and cum for me, baby. Make a mess on my fingers." He slurps her juices. With one final thrust of his fingers she cumming. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Fuck." Her legs tremble, and she tries to close her legs but he forces them open once again. He takes his fingers out her hole and lick them clean before dipping his tongue into her dripping hole.

"Did so good for me, my good girl." He mumbles against her skin and he kisses his way up to her lips. They smash their lips together and Y/n can taste herself on his tongue. Chris take her tongue and sucks on it, knowing how much it riles her up. She automatically moans. The grip on her jaw loosens and he legs go of her tongue to pull his shirt off. Y/n somehow flips him on his back and she straddles his waist. Going down to kiss and suck on his sweet spot. In the process, he whimpers once she's found his sweet spot. Chris feels her smirk against his neck and he spanks her lightly, making her moan. "You dirty girl. You love being spanked, don't you?" He rubs over the heated spot.

"Fucking love it, do it again." She cups his face, kissing his lips. "Beg for it." He mumbles against her lips. Y/n stops kissing his and instead trails down to his jaw. "Please, Chris. I want you to spank me. Please, I'll be good, I can take it. I prom-" She gets cut off with a spank to the same spot before, and one right after on her other cheek. "Thank you, love it. So much." She kisses down until his waistband and looks up at him for approval and he nods. She slides his sweats down and is met with his cock springing up. Y/n takes him in her hand and lightly squeezes him.

"Fuck." He groans. She continues to squeeze him until she spits on his pink tip and watches it dribble down to the rest of his length. She wraps her mouth around his wet tip and sucks it. Chris loved it. Slowly, she took more of him until she couldn't. Bobbing her head up and down, spit was dibbling down her chin and her eyes were glossed over from the pressure. "That's so good, you love sucking my cock, don't you?" He wraps her loose hair around his hand, yanking her off his dick so she can answer. "I love it. Love making you feel good." She says. Chris guides her head back down and she goes to where she left off. A few sucks and bobs of her head, Chris is ready to cum. "Baby, I'm about to cum. Keep going- shit!"

Y/n soon feels the warm liquid of his cum fill her mouth and she swallows it. Still hard, she goes back to his lips to kiss him. His hands roaming her naked body. "Can I ride you? I want you in me." She whispers against him. "Yeah? You wanna ride me?" Y/n nods. "Go ahead." He gets comfy as Y/n grabs his dick and lines him up with her entrance. She slowly goes down and she feels him stretch her. They both moan. Once she has him fully in. She starts to move. She sits back on his thighs and moves her hips back and forth making them both moan. She continues to do that until she gets off his knees and bounces on him. With her tits in his face, he kneads one while he wraps the other with his mouth.

Minutes go by and they're both a moaning and panting mess. Chris starts to take notice of her slowing down so he takes control. He flips them over gently, without him slipping out and starts to thrust into her. "O-oh fuck!" She moans. Chris looks down to where they're connected and sees his glistening cock going in and out of her. Suddenly the sight of her swollen belly catches his eye and he moans, knowing he fucked a baby into her. "Look at your belly- shit- you like that I fucked a baby into you? Now everyone will know you're mine, yeah? Fucked you so good I got you all full and pregnant." He groans, running his hands over her bump. "Yes, I'm yours. All yours." She scratches his back.

"Fuck, I'm so close." He moves his hands to the sides of her head and kisses her damp neck. "Me too, don't stop." She sighs. "You feel so good, I feel so full." She moans into his ear. "Fucking pussy was made for me, wasn't it?" She nods. "Just for you, nobody else." She whines, feeling the tightness in her lower belly. "Feel you squeezing me, cum for me, baby." He continues to thrust into her. "Yes! Yes- fuck. I'm cumming. Shit! Don't stop!" She gasps, arching her back, her neck is exposed and Chris sucks on her neck, leaving a light mark. "I'm- shit! I'm cumming!" Chris rides his high, his cum painting her walls. Y/n lies underneath him. watching his face as he cums.

Chris slowly pulls out and they both hiss from how sensitive they've become. "Sorry, baby." He whispers. He looks down and sees him cum start to drip out of her. He audibly moans at the sight. "Think you can give me one more?" He lays next to her. Running his hand up and down her thigh.

"Give me a couple a minutes".

[furioussheepluminary]

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬

Pairing: dad!chris x teacher!afab!reader, friends to lovers, nonidol!au

Synopsis: Go ahead and cry, little girl, Nobody does it like you do, I know how much it matters to you, I know that you got daddy issues, And if you were my little girl, I'd do whatever I could do, I'd run away and hide with you

Warnings: domestic fluff, angst, tears and all, references to the neighborhood, ft. 2racha, lemme know if I've missed something

A/n: the neighborhood. They did this to me. Reader isn't going to be mentioned on the story a lot...well at least in this first chapter. I swear I got carried away with this I didn't mean for it to be this long 😔 it wasn't even meant to be a chapter like story...

next...

She wasn’t his. A constant reminder that knocked at the back of his mind.

Chris wasn’t the kind of man to complain over every small detail. Life had handed him its fair share of punches, and he’d taken his fair share without even flinching or losing the warmth in his heart. Anyone who saw him on the outside would think of him as the one that had everything good happening to him. But on the inside, the scars remained- ugly and tender. Before it all turned grey, he was actually living the life. A newlywed with a beautiful baby three months in the making. Victoria, his now ex-wife was an extravagant person and Chris knew that but she still had other loveable qualities which he doted on. Come five years down the line, and the secrets began to come to light.

Victoria had always wanted more. More money, more status, more luxury. She knew Chris had all of that so she just decided to play along with his domestic loveable fantasies. And Chris had known this about her from the start, but he had convinced himself that love would be enough. That their little circle-just him, Victoria, and their now four-year-old daughter, Mia-would be enough.

He was wrong.

It started with the late nights out, business dinners and events with people whose names Chris never recognized. Which Chris saw as karma for constantly keeping his late nights at work too but she always came back with excuses that didn’t really add up but then again, he pushed it aside, to exhausted from his own work and raising Mia to argue. Then it was her appearance. Disheveled hair, messed up make up, hickeys? Sure, he’s been lacking in being the romantic husband but he didn’t remember giving her any of those.

“Can we talk, baby?” he had tried to ask her one evening, when he put Mia to bed. They were in their shared bedroom which was beginning to feel lonelier by the week. Victoria sat at her vanity, in pristine white doing her night routine. “About?” she responded flatly.

“U-us,” he takes off his shirt and folds it neatly. “Am I not making you feel good anymore?” she paused, looked at him through the mirror and chuckled “What’s making you say that, Chris?”

“You’ve got marks. And I haven’t given you any…”

She applied cream under her eyes. “isn’t that supposed to make you feel bad?” he gave a tight-lipped expression “Baby,” he walked over to her. “I-I know I haven’t been as romantic as I was before and that’s on me. But it’s making me feel uncomfortable that I’m seeing this and that it wasn’t me who- “

Victoria sighed, setting down the jar of cream with an exasperated clink. She turned in her chair, crossing her legs as she reagree Chris with an almost amused expression.

“You’re being dramatic,” she said cooly. “It’s just a few marks. Why does it matter where they came from?” Chris felt his stomach twist. “Because I love you. because I-”

“Love isn’t enough, Chris,” she interrupted, her tone sharp. “You think just because you get to come home every night and kiss Mia goodnight it’ll make me so obsessed with you that I’d forget my own needs?” his brows furrowed as he plopped himself on the edge of the bed. “I-I don’t understand…” Victoria rolled her eyes. “It’s not just about her, Chris. I have needs too. I need just as much excitement and love as Mia gets. I need passion, I need to be with someone who treats me like I deserve to be loved not like another chore at the end of the day.” Chris felt something crack inside his chest. “A chore?” He echoed, voice above a whisper. Isn’t that what she made him feel like? Barely giving him any breathing space with all the ‘don’t forget to pick these up at the store’, or ‘I can’t make it blah blah blah I have an appointment’ and all the other useless excuses he carried on his shoulder.

“And Mia? What does she need. What does she deserve?”

“Don’t start that. She deserves stability. You work all the time too and I’ve told you timelessly that you can’t be keeping your late schedule when we have her to think about. Look, the difference between us is just that I’ve found a way to make it work for me. To balance you and my…real needs.”

Realization dawned like a cold slap to the face. “There’s someone else.” She didn’t deny it. Didn’t. Even. Flinch. Victora turned back to the mirror, picking up her cream again as if the conversation had already ended in her mind. “You don’t have to worry about me, baby. I can take care of myself and leave. We’ll file for divorce. And I’ll take Mia.” He couldn’t even understand her anymore. She just wants to leave? She’s not going to hear his side of the story? Taking his baby girl?! His eyes shot up. “Like hell you will.” Chris rarely raised his voice at her before, but that night, the betrayal shattered something inside him. “So that’s it? You’re walking away from your family for a supposedly bigger paycheck?”

Her eyes still focused on her reflection she spoke, “This is a blessing in disguise, Chris. Take it or leave it.”

And that was when the real war began.

The woman had connections, the bitch. Lawyers who knew how to twist the narrative. Chris worked long hours making him ‘too busy’ to be a full-time parent. He didn’t come from money making him ‘unstable’ compared to Victoria’s new fiancé- a wealthy, well-respected businessman. The court never even asked who Mia wanted to stay with. Despite everything Chris fought. Hard. But the corrupt system wasn’t built to favor fathers like him. In the saddening end, Victoria was granted full custody. He was left with weekends and whatever stolen moments he could manage. Innocent Mia had sobbed in his arms the first time she had to leave. Chris had nearly broken down right there with her. She couldn’t understand it all but what she did know was that being with her father was never enough. He was so close yet so far away.

At the time Chris didn’t have a lot of people to lean on, but if there were two people who saw everything from the beginning, it was Changbin and Jisung. They saw it all. They were the ones who stayed- when everyone whispered about how he should’ve seen it coming or how maybe he just wasn’t enough. Changbin was the first to throw a punch when some asshole had the nerve to call Chris pathetic for loving someone who was visibly used him. Jisung had been the one to show up at his doorstep at 3 A.M., with food, refusing to leave until Chris had at least eaten something. Now, they were the ones who made sure Mia had people who truly adored her and treated her like family, even when her mother made her feel like a second thought.

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The school bell echoed through the courtyard, signaling freedom for dozens of gleeful kids. Chris leaned against his car, scanning the crowd until his eyes landed on her- Mia, sprinting towards him with wild abandon, her backpack bouncing on her shoulders.

“Daddy!” She screamed, her face lighting like the sun. Chris opened his arms just in time for her to crash into him. He lifted her off the ground spinning her around as pure joy surged through him.

Mia’s eyes sparkled as she hugged him tight. “Can we get ice cream before dinner tonight?” he chuckled. “Ice cream before dinner? That sounds like trouble, baby.” “Please?” she begged, tilting her head in that way that always melted him. He sighed dramatically. “Anything for my babygirl.”

Chris’ apartment wasn’t grand. Well not as grand as the one he used to have with his ex-wife. But it was warm. Lived-in. The type of place where every corner held memories- some old some new, most centered around Mia, of course. Mia’s drawings were taped to the fridge, stick figures holding hands with big smiles and a sun in the constant corner that shone too brightly. Tiny pink socks and stuffed animals littered the couch, evidence of the weekend play sessions that always ended with Mia curled up against his side, fighting sleep just to stay up a little longer with him.

When she was with him, Chris was dad in every sense of the word. He cooked her meals even when they turned out slightly burnt, he helped her with homework (which explaining to her sometimes confused him in the process). When it came to bedtime stories, he helped her pick them out and carried her to the bed when she fell asleep mid-play. Some Saturdays he would take her to the studio and sometimes it was unavoidable. Mia was always curious about her dad’s job. Plus, she vaguely remembers that she used to see him working with different genres of people when she was younger, back when she had more than weekends with him.

So, after stopping for her favorite snack on a Saturday morning, they arrived at the studio. When they walked in, Mia’s eyes widened as she took everything in. tiny sparks of color filled the faint memories of this place in her mind. The soundproof walls, the scattered yet arranged equipment, the glowing computer screens displaying colorful waveforms. “Woah…” She bounced forward, her tiny hands gripping her bunny in its ears. Chris smiled watching her.

“Cool, yeah?” Chris ruffled before guiding her to the main recording room. “Come on, I’ll show you where the chaos happens.” Before they could go any further, a familiar voice called out.

“Yaa! Is that my favorite troublemaker?!” Mia’s face lit up instantly as Changbin appeared from one of the side rooms, arms spread wide. “Uncle Binnie!” she squealed, running to him without hesitation. Chris barely had time before she leapt into Changbin’s arms, giggling as he spun her around. “Look at you, getting so big! What happened to tiny Mia I used to know?”

“I’m still tiny,” she giggled. “I dunno…you’re almost as big as your dad now,” He teased, shooting the other man a smirk. Chris rolled his eyes. “Funny.” They got in to the studio together. Chris dropped Mia’s backpack on the couch at the end of the room, as Changbin sat her on his lap.

“Where’s J. One?” he asked. As if on cue the door opened with Jisung walking in, coffee in hand. His eyes darted straight to the tiny person on Changbin’s lap, playfully blinking in disbelief. “No way. Is that my Mia?”

Mia gasped. “Uncle ‘Sung!” she wriggled out of the other’s arms and ran straight for Jisung who caught her one-handed with ease, throwing her into his arms. “Daang, I haven’t seen you in forever!” he said dramatically, pretending to stagger under her weight. “You sure you’re not twenty now?” she squeaked, hitting his shoulder “I’m six!”

“Six? No way. You’re lying,” he teased dropping her.

Chris shook his head, watching as they fell into playful banter. Mia looked genuinely happy, completely forgetting about everything else. And it made Chris forget about everything to for a while. At least on most Saturdays.

-

Sundays were the worst. For both of them. Sunday nights felt like losing her all over again. Chris never liked to bring up Victoria unless Mia did first. He knew better than to talk shit about her mother in front of her, no matter how much resentment he held. She was too young to understand the full extent of what happened, and he didn’t want her carrying the weight of their broken marriage. But sometimes, she asked questions. And those were the hard moments.

After dinner one Sunday, with Mia’s bags packed and toys arranged, Chris was brushing her hair. She sat on the couch, the bunny clutched to her chest. She had been quiet. They were always strangely quiet on Sunday nights. He didn’t push, but Mia always spoke when she was ready. Mr. Bean played softly on the TV in the background when she finally spoke.

“Do you like Mr. Dlyan?”. He froze, his hands pausing mid-stroke. That was the name of Victoria’s new husband. The one that seemed to have wider pockets according to her. He forced himself to keep his voice light. “Why do you ask, baby?”

Mia shrugged, kicking her feet. “Mommy says he’s nice. And that he takes good care of us.” “He’s mommy’s new husband, but you know that already.” He said carefully. “Do you like him?” she hesitated, her tiny fingers fiddling with the edge of her animal’s ear. “He buys me lots of toys,” she admitted. “And he says I can call him Dad if I want to.” His grip on the brush tightened. He took a slow breath, forcing down the lump in his throat.

“And do you want to?”

She looked up at him then, big, honest eyes searching his face. “No.”

Relief washed over him so quickly it made him feel guilty. He cleared his throat and set the brush down, gently pulling her into his lap. “Mia, listen to me,” he said softly. “You can call him whatever makes you comfortable. But just because mommy married someone else doesn’t make me any less of a father. Especially your father. That will never change. Okay?”

Mia nodded, gripping his shirt. “I don’t want him to be my dad. I already have one.” He smiled pressing a kiss to her head. “That’s right, baby. You do.” She snuggled closer. “But mommy says I should be happy with him. That its better this way.”

Chris shut his eyes for a moment, trying to gather his emotions before they could break through. He hated the idea of Mia feeling pressured, of her thinking she had to accept this new man as a father figure just to keep the peace. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Mia,” he murmured. “You’re allowed to feel how you feel.”

She turned back to the tv. “But I want to be with you.” Chris held her a little tighter, kissing her forehead like he always did when the words I love you weren’t enough.

“Me too, baby. Me too.”

The sky was painted in muted hues of blue and orange, the sun seemed reluctant to set as Chris’s car idled in front of his ex-wife’s pristine suburban house. Mia sat in the backseat, silent, her small fingers anxiously twisting the strap of her backpack. Chris stole a glance at her through the rearview mirror, his chest tightening at the sight of her downcast face.

“We’re here, sweetheart,” he said softly, hating the weight of those words. Mia didn’t move. Her lips wobbled, and tears threatened to spill over her long lashes. Chris unbuckled his seatbelt and turned in his seat, reaching for her hand. “Hey,” he whispered, “It’s okay.” “It’s not okay,” she sniffled, her voice breaking. “I hate going back. Mommy doesn’t even talk to me ask, Daddy. She’s always busy with her friends and her phone! Its better being with you daddy! I don’t wanna go back!”

“I know it’s hard,” he murmured, cupping her cheek. “But you’ll be back with me on Friday. We'll do anything you want, yeah? Just you and me.” She tried to smile, but crumbled into tears. He couldn’t take it anymore. He unbuckled her seatbelt and pulled her into his arms, letting her cry against his shoulder. “It’s okay to cry, baby,” he whispered, his own voice thick. “But I promise- Daddy always comes back for you.” her fingers clutched his jacket like a lifeline. “I love you, Daddy.” She choked out.

“I love you too, Mia. So much.”

That was the loop. The constant loop that went on and on. Chris was so tired of it all.

Till you came in.

Gawddd I swear I didn't want it to be this long...this was prolly just like an intro ig...I don't know 😭

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[vanteguccir]

can u do something w preggo reader c Chris? I barely find that on here😭 I was thinking like her and Chris trying her pregnancy cravings, also w slight angst like reader cry’s when Chris doesn’t like one, not bc her feelings are hurt it’s bc her hormones are crazy

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chris sturniolo x pregnant!reader

where chris tries one of your weird pregnancy cravings and doesn't like it, causing you to cry ;(

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It was the middle of the night, and the Sturniolo household was quiet, the only sound being the gentle hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. Y/N had woken up from a deep sleep, her body craving something she couldn’t quite put her finger on at first.

As she lay in bed next to Chris, who was softly snoring, it suddenly hit her; she needed something sweet, something salty, and something crunchy all at once. The craving was so intense that it was almost like a physical pull, dragging her out of the warmth of the bed and toward the kitchen.

She moved quietly through the dark stairs, her bare feet padding softly against the cool steps. The kitchen light flickered on, and she sighed in relief when she saw everything she needed waiting for her in the fridge and pantry.

Without wasting a second, she began grabbing ingredients: pickles, peanut butter, chocolate chips, and a bag of pretzels. It was an odd combination, one that might seem absurd to anyone else, but to her, it was exactly what she wanted. Pregnancy cravings were strange like that.

Once everything was spread out on the counter, she got to work, dipping pretzels into peanut butter, adding a pickle on top, and sprinkling chocolate chips over the whole thing like it was the finest gourmet meal.

She took a bite, closing her eyes as the salty, sweet, crunchy combination exploded in her mouth. It was perfect. The satisfaction that came from it made her feel warm and content as if this strange snack was the answer to all her problems.

Meanwhile, Chris stirred in bed, reaching out instinctively for Y/N only to find her side of the bed empty. His brow furrowed in sleepy confusion, and he blinked his eyes open, squinting at the dark room.

It wasn’t like her to get up in the middle of the night without telling him. His heart raced for a moment, thinking she might be feeling unwell. Without hesitating, he climbed out of bed and padded upstairs, following the soft light spilling from the room.

What he found when he walked into the living room wasn’t exactly what he had expected. There she was, standing in front of their kitchen counter, absolutely engrossed in her midnight snack creation. She was holding a pretzel covered in peanut butter, topped with a pickle, and sprinkled with chocolate chips, munching away, eyes half-closed in bliss, her baby bump peeking out from beneath her - his - oversized t-shirt.

Chris leaned against the white wall, a smile tugging at his lips as he watched her for a moment. She looked so happy, so completely lost in her strange concoction, and it made his heart swell with affection. Quietly, he walked over to her, slipping his arms around her waist from behind. His hands rested gently on her bump as he pressed a kiss to the side of her jaw, his stubble tickling her skin.

"What are you eating, babe?" He murmured, his voice deep and raspy from sleep.

Y/N jumped slightly, not having heard him come in, but she quickly relaxed into his embrace, a soft giggle escaping her lips.

"I had a craving." She mumbled through a mouthful of her snack, leaning back into him. "This is... the best thing I’ve ever tasted."

Chris chuckled, his breath warm against her skin as he kissed her jaw again.

"Is that so? You seem to be enjoying it." He teased, his hands caressing the soft curve of her belly, feeling the gentle flutter of their baby inside.

Y/N nodded enthusiastically, holding up a piece of the pretzel-pickle-peanut butter creation to him.

"You have to try it." She insisted, her eyes wide and earnest.

Chris hesitated for a second, eyeing the snack with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. He wasn’t sure if his stomach could handle the combination of flavors, but how could he say no to her when she looked so excited?

With a playful sigh, he leaned forward and took a bite, chewing slowly as he tried to process the flavors. His expression changed quickly, his brows knitting together, lips twitching as if trying to figure out how to politely respond. Y/N watched him eagerly, expecting him to love it as much as she did, but when he swallowed, he coughed and gave her a sheepish grin.

"Okay, yeah, that’s... interesting." He said, trying not to laugh. "But definitely not for me."

Y/N’s face fell instantly, her bottom lip trembling as a sudden wave of emotions hit her like a freight train. Her hormones were all over the place these days, and she couldn’t help it; tears started welling up in her eyes, her vision blurring.

"You didn’t like it?" She sniffed, voice quivering as she set the pretzels down on the counter.

Chris’s eyes widened, immediately panicking as he turned her body in a way that he could see her face, pulling her closer.

"Wait- no, no, babe, it’s not that! It’s just that my taste buds can’t handle the genius of your creation, that’s all. You’ve got, like, next-level cravings right now. I swear it’s brilliant."

But Y/N couldn’t stop the flood of tears from rolling down her cheeks, her hands coming up to cover her face.

"I just... I worked so hard on it, and it’s not even that good..." She sniffled again, feeling ridiculous for crying but unable to stop.

Chris gently encircled her wrists with his long fingers, pulling them away from her face just enough to cup her cheeks, brushing away her tears with his thumbs.

"Hey, honey, don’t cry, okay? It’s just my dumb taste buds. You’re amazing, and your creation is amazing. You could put together anything, and it would be a masterpiece to me." He kissed her forehead softly, his voice full of warmth and sincerity. "I just don’t have the refined palate you do."

Y/N looked up at him, sniffling but beginning to smile through her tears.

"You really think so?"

Chris smiled back, his nose brushing hers, his mustache tickling her upper lip softly.

"I know so. Besides, our baby probably loves it." He said, placing a hand gently on her belly. "They’re in there, enjoying every bite."

A soft laugh escaped Y/N as she wiped the last of her tears away, feeling lighter in his arms.

"Okay, maybe I overreacted a little."

"Not at all." Chris reassured her, his arms still wrapped around her. "You’re growing a whole human. You get to cry over midnight cravings. It’s part of the job."

She sighed contentedly, leaning into him as he kissed the top of her head.

"Thanks, Chris. I just feel so silly sometimes."

"You’re not silly." He murmured against her hair. "You’re perfect, and you’re carrying our little peanut. So, whatever you need, weird cravings and all, I’m here for it. Even if it means trying peanut butter and pickle pretzels at-" He looked quickly at the small clock glowing from their microwave. "3 AM."

Y/N smiled, feeling nothing but love in his words.

"I love you." She whispered softly, her heart swelling as she leaned into him fully, feeling the steady beat of his heart against her back.

Chris held her close, his right hand rubbing gentle circles on her lower back, calming the pain that he knew was there.

"I love you more." He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "Both of you."

He watched as she extended her arm in a way that her hand could reach the food, taking another bite, clearly enjoying every second of her bizarre snack, and he couldn’t help but marvel at how much he adored her, pregnancy cravings and all.

"Come on." He whispered after noticing that she was slowly stopping eating. "Let’s get you and our little one back to bed."

Y/N smiled, cleaning her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Okay."

[phone4pills]

SHARED A SOUL dad!Chris

if you have daddy issues, this one may hurt a little but no other warnings

Chris followed the trail of hushed giggles down the hallway into the living room where Nick and Matt were opening a package from Lego. You sat next to Nick, reading the back of the box that showed all of the pieces and told you more about the Lego characters. Your glance panned up to find your daughter toddling swiftly across the kitchen, Chris trailing behind her.

You turned to Matt, who was already grinning at the sight while Nick whipped out his phone to record, before your head spun back around to face the hilarious scene. Chris’ eyes caught your gaze, almost pleading for your assistance as your daughter stood at the far of the table with a vlog camera in her hands. A devious smirk settled on her lips, teasing Chris who waited at the other end of the table with heavy breaths.

He took off his hat for a second, wiping the sweat on his forehead before placing it back over his brown waves. “Daddy tired?” The little girl opposite him cooed, causing the laughter you tried so hard to force under the surface to boil angrily and bubble up your throat. Still you bit your lip, wanting to let it play out.

Chris’ lips however, pursed tightly as he exhaled a harsh breath from his nose. “C’mon baby girl, you know me and your uncles need that to film our video.” She nodded innocently, despite her grip only becoming more intense. “And if you give it back… you can get a sweet.” The second that last word left his mouth, he darted around the table, reaching out for the girl. But he missed as she quickly ran under the table, her minuscule figure making just the perfect size for her to fit underneath without hitting her head.

Chris huffed, gritting his teeth before he descended onto all four and crawled after her. By now, the whole room had erupted with laughter from you, Nick and Matt. All three of you struggled to catch your breath as you watch the scene unfold. You never imagine the father of your child crawling under a table behind her. You never imagined he’d struggle to keep up with her little legs that only took her a few metres a minute.

Her little chuckles echoed through the room as he snuck away from her Dad, running towards you, grabbing onto your shin with one hand, still holding the camera in the other. She laid her head on your knee, wheezing slightly from all the running.

Within a few seconds, Chris was up again, he snuck behind your daughter, tickling her waist to surprise her. She jerked about as giggled bubbled out of her throat before Chris picked her up by the armpits and carried her to the sofa. He placed her down on the end, next to Matt and kneeled down in front of her. “Okay, I got ya. Can I have the camera back?”

She pouted, her teensy fingers loosening up on the tripod little by little until she let go so it dropped on her lap. He took it gently, giving her hair a ruffle before kissing her face repeatedly so it scrunched up. And she couldn’t help but smile with each peck. Neither could you, he was so perfect.

Every day she got older, you only saw more and more of Chris in her, like they shared a soul. Maybe it was why you loved her so much. Because she was such a huge chunk of the man you were in love with. The man you were infatuated with. And you wondered if when he stared into her blue eyes, he saw himself for a second as though he were looking into a mirror.

By the time you had snapped out of your trance, the boys were already setting up at the kitchen table while your little girl sat on it, fiddling with Matt’s keychain. You pulled your phone out of your pocket, snapping a quick picture before sending it to Mary Lou. Then you turned off your phone and got up, ready to help the triplets film their video.

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dad!matt and dad!chris is all i want in life

A Day with Dad - Chris Sturniolo

Summary: Chris is left at home with his two daughters

TW!: none really

Requested?: yes

A/N: feedback, interaction, and requests are appreciated! ( im also very sorry if this sucks i don't read a lot of dad!chris or matt fics😭)

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You and Chris have finally started building the family you've dreamed of for so long. You have two daughters: Avery who has just turned 4, and Scarlet who is 1 year old. You and Chris couldn't be happier living this life, but Chris noticed you've started to become more tired and tense, so during summer break, when the kids were home. He planned a day out full of activities for you and your friends.

It was 8:30 in the morning and you were leaving the house to get to the Breakfast place Chris put in a reservation for. "I'll see you soon," you say as you grab your house keys. "Have fun baby" Chris says as he grabs your chin and kisses you. "I'm gonna miss my girls," You say thinking of their cute chubby little faces. "They'll be with the fun parent, they won't miss you one bit," Chris says with a sense of pride. You roll you're eyes and laugh. "Whatever, Chris, I love you." "I love you more baby", and with that, you're stepping into the car and driving off. Chris waits outside until the car has fully left his sight before heading back inside.

As soon as he steps inside, he hears crying. "Scarlet" He mutters under his breath before running up the stairs and into the girls' room. He turns on the light and lifts Scarlet out of her crib. As soon as she's in his arms, she quiets down.

"Good morning sunshine, how are you?" Chris' presence wakes up his second daughter Avery. "Daddy!" Avery squeaks, wrapping her arms around Chris's leg. "Hey, bunny. You're pretty happy today!" He says, setting Scarlet back down in her crib. "Ok girls, Mommy went out today so guess what? You're gonna be spending the day with the best dad in the world," He says pointing both his fingers towards him. The girls cheer and Chris laughs. "Let's start by making some chocolate chip pancakes!"

It didn't go as planned. Chris ended up burning the pancakes. So now the 3 of them sit in the Mc. Donald's drive-thru picking out items from the breakfast menu. "I can't believe we are having Mc. Donalds for breakfast, this is the best day ever!" Avery says, waving her arms in the air. "Technically, they're breakfast foods so it's healthy. Also please don't tell your mother" Avery laughs as Chris picks up the food from the window and drives back home.

It's 4:40 in the afternoon. Chris got Scarlet to take her nap, and somehow he ended up sitting in front of Avery while she braids his hair into pigtails. "Done!" she says, grinning ear to ear as she hands Chris a mirror. "Wow sunshine, I look amazing," Chris says holding back a laugh.

"Now tell me, what would you like for dinner?" Chris asks handing her back the mirror. "Pizza, pizza, pizza!" Avery says jumping around. Chris sighs, "You sure you don't want something healthier sweetie?" Chris asks. "Healthy food sucks," Avery says crossing her arms. Chris lets out a chuckle. "How bout' we get pasta instead, huh sweetie. We've had a little too much fast food don't you think?" "with meatballs?" Avery asked. "With as many meatballs as you like princess," Chris says as he tickles Avery. Almost right after, Chris hears Scarlet cry again.

It's 11:30 and Chris and Avery have fallen asleep on the couch. Scarlet is in her crib, and Moana still playing on the TV. Keys jangle at the door before it finally unlocks. You walk into the living room and see Chris and and Avery snuggled up on the couch asleep, you smile and pull out your phone to take a picture. You tap Chris on the shoulder and he jolts up, then falls back down when he realizes it's just you. "hey baby, you're back" he says, flashing you a tired smile. "I am. How'd it go" "Let's just say i'm the favourite now" You laugh before taking a closer look at him. "What the hell happened to your hair?"

[loud-sturniolos]

Gender reveal

A dad!Chris Sturniolo fanfic

SUMMARY:

Intimate gender reveal between Chris, you, Matt and Nick.

WARNINGS:

Fluff, swearing, dad!Chris, kinda short, not proofread, kinda shit I’m half asleep😭

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You heard the front door open, and immediately knew Chris and his brothers were home. You stood up off the sofa, and smiled when Chris, Matt and Nick walked in, each with 2 full bags from Target. Chris walked over and kissed your cheek, then crouched down to press a kiss to your baby bump, “How’s my special little man doing?” You looked down at him, letting out a small laugh. “The baby is fine, and you dont know if it’s a boy yet.” You tease, ruffling his hair before walking towards the kitchen where Nick and Matt had started unpacking the bags, Chris trailing behind quickly.

“Did you get the plain cupcakes?” “Yes.” “And both blue and pink frosting?” “Yep.” “And the-“ “We got everything you asked for. Calm down.” You shrugged and grabbed the bag of chips, opening them and popping one into your mouth. “Just gotta make sure.” Chris reached over, trying to sneak a chip, but you batted his hand away before he could. “Hey, that’s not nice. Let me have one, ma.” He said, putting on a fake pout. “No, get your own.” “And don’t pout, you’re not 3, Chris.” Nick added on, not-so kindly.

An hour later, everything was set up for the small gender reveal. A small arch of blue and pink balloons, the gender reveal cake, and extra cupcakes decorated in either pink or blue.

You felt Chris walk up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist and his hands splaying across the baby bump through your clothes. “Lookin’ good, ma.” He said softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Me, or the decorations?” You teased, “Both.” Chris said against your head, you could practically hear his grin. Chris gestured to the cupcakes, “Can I try one?” “Fine. Just one.” You giggled as he immediately grabbed a boy-themed cupcake and started eating it.

Matt and Nick walked over, each with grins on their faces. “We doing this now, or what?” Nick asked, you responded by pointing at Chris, who was still shoving cake down his throat, “Once he’s finished his cupcake.” Matt let out a small chuckle, leaning against the wall and taking a photo of the table of cupcakes and the balloon arch to post on his friends-only.

After Chris finally finished his cupcake and washed it down with a Pepsi, he was stood next to the cake, trying to figure out how to cut it. “Chris, dude, just cut the cake.” “No, I don’t want to ruin the decoration.” He says firmly, he finally finds a safe place to cut the cake without ruining any of the decor. He lines up the knife, then slowly cuts the cake in half. He stares at the cut cake for a moment, holding his breath as he slowly pushes the halves apart to reveal a pale blue cake. Chris lets out a soft gasp, immediately spinning to face you. “I.. it’s a boy??” You nod in response, a huge smile on your face, then as Chris runs over and engulfs you in a bear hug you let out a squeal.

After a long, tight, 5 minute hug from Chris, he finally lets go and allows Nick and Matt to hug you. “You got name ideas yet?” Nick asks curiously as he pulls away from your guys’ hug, his hands staying firmly on your biceps. “No, no names yet, Nick.” You replied, slightly amused. “Okay, well, if you need name ideas just come to me.” “Absolutely not. Babe, do not go to Nick; he’ll probably say some name off RuPaul.” Chris says with a blank, firm look. You giggled and rolled your eyes playfully, “Alright, alright. Wont go to Nick for name ideas.” “Good.”

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆…𝐃𝐀𝐃!𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒

⌞ ❛❛ Another baby mother, found her in Allure…❞⌝

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𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦, 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥, 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝.

KIDS —

Amount of kids : 4

ISLA (8)—MATTEO (6)—HARPER (4)—MAX (2)

𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬).

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 “𝐰𝐡𝐲” 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐌𝐚𝐱 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 —

* “𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐲, 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐞. 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭!”

* “𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈’𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞. 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞—𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.”

* “𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐟 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚, 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞?”

* “𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐨, 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 ‘𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐞,’ 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧!”

[sturnioz]

♯┆fully introducing. . . dad!chris .ᐟ

dad!chris always struggles to get his son ready in the mornings.

soft, padded footsteps followed by the rhythmic thump of heavier ones sound through the house as chris chases his toddler down the hallway, shoes dangling from one hand while the other reaches out towards his son, who waddles as fast as his little legs will carry him.

his son's joyous laughter rings in chris' ears, making his lips curl into a wide grin despite the growing urgency to put on his shoes. as he reaches out, his fingers just graze the back of his son's shirt before the little one zips around the corner, giggles trailing behind him like a playful echo.

chris groans, coming to a stop by the kitchen table, his hand planted firmly on his hip as he exhales sharply, blowing his curly hair out of his eyes. he stares at his son, who is nestled in the corner of the room, eyes sparkling with mischief and a toothy grin stretching from ear to ear, revelling in the chase.

"s'not funny," chris shakes his head, though a reluctant smile tugs at his lips. "i'm not laughing — really, s'not funny."

his son continues to giggle, nearly toppling over as he tries to maintain his balance. and every time chris makes a move toward him, the little one dodges playfully, darting back with a gleeful shriek.

"c'mon, kid.. we gotta put your shoes on, yeah? look—" he lifts his foot, pointing to his shoe before gesturing to the identical miniature pair in his hands. "s'like daddy's. we gonna wear the same shoes — you like matchin' with daddy, right?"

the toddler stares at him for a moment, eyebrows furrowing and bottom lip turned into a pout, before slowly nodding his head. chris returns the gesture, a spark of hope igniting within him as he realises he's making progress. with a few quick strides, he scoops up his son into his arms, pressing a big kiss to his chubby cheeks with silent thank yous.

chris carries him into the living room, settling him carefully onto the couch, ensuring he's comfortable and safe before crouching down in front of him, and with gentle hands, he begins to slip the shoes onto his tiny feet, the fabric soft and snug.

"there we go..." chris murmurs, his tongue peeking between his lips as he focusses on tying the laces. he rambles to himself quietly, a smile spreading across his face. "y'look so cool matchin' with daddy. people are gonna be so jealous.. yeah. don't have a cool kid like mine, nuh-uh."

as chris finishes tying the last lace, he looks up to find his son watching him intently, his round, bright blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. the sight makes chris' smile widen, and he gently cards his fingers through his son's soft hair, a gesture filled with affection.

"you ready? we gotta go get ma, and then we can go see uncle matt, and uncle nick," chris begins to ramble again, helping his son off of the sofa and onto his feet as he explains the day ahead.

but his words come to a sudden halt, and his eyes widen comically as he watches his son bend down, his chubby fingers tugging at the freshly tied laces, loosening them up.

"wait, stop, no—"

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╰ dad!chris x . Mom!reader ᨸ Chris hesitantly agrees to let you have a girls’ night out, promising he’s got the kids under control—only to FaceTime you for help when the toddler throws a tantrum.

IT HAD BEEN WEEKS OF NON-STOP FAMILY LIFE. Between work, the kids’ activities, and keeping everything running smoothly at home, you hadn’t had a night to yourself in what felt like forever. So, when your friends suggested a girls’ night out, you jumped at the chance. After all, you deserved a little fun and relaxation, right? You glanced over at Chris, who was sprawled on the couch in his usual laid-back fashion, playing a game on his phone. “Hey, babe,” you started, trying to sound casual, but you could feel the nerves creeping in. “I was thinking I could go out with the girls tonight. Just for a few hours.” Chris looked up from his phone, eyes widening slightly at the mention of you leaving. He put down his phone, his expression shifting to one of concern. “Wait, you want to leave me alone with the kids?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. You laughed lightly, not sure if he was joking. “Chris, you’ve got this. They’ll be fine. You’re a great dad.” He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know, but… I don’t know. What if something happens? What if they get… I don’t know… messy? Or—” You raised an eyebrow. “Chris, you’ve been around the kids for a long time. I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Besides, it’s just a few hours. I’ll be back before you know it.” He sighed dramatically but eventually relented, giving you a smile of reassurance, even though you could tell he was still nervous. “Fine, fine. But if they start a riot or something, I’m calling you.” “Deal,” you said, laughing as you grabbed your purse. “I’ll be just a phone call away. Have fun with the kids, Dad.”

A FEW HOURS LATER, you were at a lively restaurant with your friends, enjoying a much-needed break. You’d forgotten how nice it felt to be around adults, away from the chaos of home. As the night went on, you found yourself laughing and chatting freely, your stress melting away with each glass of wine. But then, your phone buzzed. You pulled it from your purse, glancing at the screen. It was a FaceTime call from Chris. You frowned, puzzled. Was everything okay? You answered the call, and Chris’s face popped up on the screen, looking a little frazzled. Behind him, you could hear the sounds of children—loud, high-pitched, and very chaotic. “Hey, what’s up?” you asked, trying to hide your amusement. Chris’s face was a mixture of panic and exasperation. “I… I need help,” he said, voice low, as if trying to keep the situation under control. “What’s going on?” you asked, already knowing the answer. “Chloe won’t stop crying. I’ve tried everything. I gave her snacks, I sang her favorite song, I even put on the show she likes—nothing’s working! And Nico is jumping off the couch while Sienna is pretending to be a scientist and mixing random things in the kitchen.” You could barely suppress your giggles as you heard Nico’s excited voice shouting, “I’m a superhero!” in the background. Meanwhile, Chloe’s cries only seemed to get louder. You held back laughter, trying to keep your tone calm. “Okay, okay. Deep breath, Chris. Here’s what you do—try giving Chloe her stuffed bear, the one she can’t sleep without. It usually calms her down.” Chris ran a hand through his hair, his face scrunching with frustration. “I tried that. She’s still going off. And Nico won’t stop—he’s about to break something!” You couldn’t help it anymore. You laughed, a genuine laugh that rang out over the phone. “Chris, you’ve got this. Just breathe. Let me talk to the kids.” You put the phone on speaker and called out to the kids. “Nico! Sienna! Can you listen to Daddy for just a minute? He’s trying really hard!” “Mommy!” Sienna’s voice rang through the phone, and you could hear the excitement in her voice. “Daddy says I can’t mix the kitchen stuff!” “Yeah, because you’re not a scientist, Sienna,” Chris added with a sigh. “I swear, they’re out of control tonight.”“Alright, alright. Just tell them to give you a few minutes,” you said, trying to suppress another laugh. “I’m sure they’ll calm down.” Chris rubbed his temples. “I’m gonna lose it, I swear.” You could hear Chloe’s cries start to fade slightly in the background as Chris quickly retrieved the stuffed bear, probably following your instructions. It only took a few moments before the sound of Chloe calming down reached your ears. “There, see?” you said, grinning. “Just give it a minute.” Chris looked at you through the phone, his expression one of disbelief. “You seriously have a magic touch. She’s quiet now. Nico is pretending to be Batman, and Sienna’s cleaning up the kitchen… I don’t know how you do it.”“Years of practice, babe,” you said, smiling warmly. “You just have to stay calm, and they’ll follow your lead. But hey, if you need me to come home early, I’m just a call away.” Chris raised an eyebrow, a sheepish grin forming on his face. “I think we’re good now… but I don’t know if I can handle another night like this. Maybe next time you could plan a night out while the kids are asleep?” “Yeah, maybe,” you teased. “But you handled it. I’m proud of you, Dad.” “I’m not sure I’d call it handling it,” Chris said with a rueful chuckle. “But I’m surviving.” You gave him a reassuring smile, knowing he was doing his best. “You’re doing great. I’ll be home soon. Just remember—if all else fails, put on their favorite movie and let them burn off some energy.” “Got it. Thanks, babe.” As you ended the call, you chuckled to yourself, thoroughly entertained by the chaos at home. It had been nice to get a break, but honestly, you couldn’t wait to get back to your little family and see how Chris was holding up with everything.

[alliewritesthings]

papers - pt 6

Pairing: Dad!Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: angst, mentions of divorce, mentions of cheating. if ive missed anything please let me know!

A/N: two years later and im backkkkkk. she's back to finish what she started 🤓 this took me way too long, and also makes me sad that it's finally finished. just wanted to give a shoutout to my bestie while im here because we actually met because she stumbled across my shitty little blog a few years ago, shes consistently gone on at me for years about finishing this series and i probs wouldnt have finished it if it wasn't for her 🥲 also this gif felt relevevant as we lay papers to rest with a "night night" 🤍

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Considering you’d found out you was pregnant three months into the pregnancy, the time flew quickly. Baby girl Evans was due 13th June, but decided she didn’t want to share a birthday with her daddy. 

At 5:15am on Saturday 9th June, Penelope Evans decided to make an appearance. Unfortunately for you, this was the weekend that Chris made a short trip back to Boston to have some well-earned birthday celebrations with his family. You’d decided that for multiple reasons, including being close to your own family, that you wanted to spend the rest of your pregnancy in London so returning to your family home in Boston wasn’t an option. 

Chris missed the entire birth of his second child, the event being unknown to him as his phone had died early on during his night out with old friends. Baby Penny was over twelve hours old when Chris finally received the news of his newborn child. A baby girl. News that brought the man to tears; he loved being a girl dad. 

But that was just over a month ago, baby Penny was quickly approaching seven weeks old. And Chris had spent every waking moment with both his young daughters. Summer was rolling in and Olivia had just finished her last week at school in London. It was two weeks until you packed up and once again moved your little family of four back to the USA. You’d made an agreement with Chris that your London apartment wasn’t to be sold and would instead be used by your family on your regularly planned visits. This luckily meant for you that there wasn’t much packing that needed to be done, only the essentials you’d need when you returned to your family home. You’d forever be grateful that you didn’t need to pack up the whole apartment with two little ones in tow. 

Penelope Evans was your perfect little secret for the first 5 weeks of her life, allowing yourself time to settle in being a parent of two. Being cooped up in your apartment from the day Penny was brought home from the hospital, both Chris and your parents taking it in turns to do the school run for Olivia. Of course, the rumour that Baby Evans was born spread when you weren’t spotted in public for weeks, but you were in your perfect newborn bubble. But you wanted to be present for Olivia’s last days in British school, so you made the effort to leave the house and walk the youngster to school every morning and watch her skip alongside her baby sister's buggy. 

It was 9pm, the evenings being the main time you got some silence in the little London apartment. Chris was perched on your shared bed, scrolling through his phone and replying to emails. You were sat on the carpeted floor, one leg outstretched and gently rocking the moses basket with your foot while you packed some of your newborn's clothes into one of the few suitcases dotted around the room. Both your daughters fast asleep in their respective beds. 

Your phone vibrated on the carpet next to you, ignoring it as you expected it to be Chris sending you something he’d seen on Instagram. You hummed quietly to yourself as you carefully folded clothes and placed them inside the case, your foot still gently rocking the moses basket. It wasn’t until your phone vibrated another two times that you curiously peeked down at the screen; your eyebrows furrowed as you noticed multiple Facebook messages from an old friend of yours that you’d not spoken to in years. 

I’m so sorry but I thought you should see this. One of the messages read, follow by a Sent a Photo and a link. You tilted your head in curiosity as you opened the messages, the link and screenshotted news article headline referencing the birth of your child and Chris’s whereabouts at the time. 

It wasn’t until you read further into the article that silence fell over the room, your humming coming to a sudden halt and your foot stopped pressing against the bassinet. Evans night out during birth of second child. Underneath the headline a picture of the alleged ‘Sarah’ from the previous cheating rumours that almost ruined your marriage a year ago. Chris had his arm wrapped around her shoulder as they sat in a booth in the corner of what seemed like a club, both leaning in closely and talking quietly amongst themselves. 

Recent discoveries show that Evans’ second child, a baby girl, was born on Sunday 9th June in the early hours of the morning. During this time Evans’ was in Boston on a night out with friends celebrating his approaching birthday, understood to also be his child’s due date. Evans has two children with his British wife. Rumours spread last summer of acts of infidelity within the marriage, however this did not seem to break the couple as they reunited and introduced their second child. 

Updates as they come. The article stated. 

You were speechless at the article, unsure how to process it as you placed your phone back on the carpet and focused back onto packing the suitcase in front of you. Was that even Chris in the photo? It was slightly blurry, and of course the club was dark. But you could pick Chris out of a crowd in an instant, and that certainly looked like the woman from previous photos. 

“You okay?” Chris questioned, peeking over his phone to look down at you. 

“Mhm.” You mumbled in response, a sigh leaving your lips as you picked up one of your favourite newborn onesies. Penny had grown out of it at this point, but you wouldn’t dispose of it; the onesie was Penelope’s first outfit, her coming home outfit. The same onesie that Olivia wore home when she returned from hospital. The neutral onesie with little Winnie The Pooh drawings printed across it. It almost made you cry at the thought of the perfect little family you once had, and could have continued to have. 

You closed your eyes and brought the onesie to your nose, taking a deep breath as you took in the scent of the laundry detergent you often used on your children's clothes, the milky honey scent filling your nostrils comforted you. 

Your phone vibrated next to you again, you’d turned on notifications for updates to the article. You were unsure if you wanted to return to read the update, a knot formed in your stomach and you began to fill sick. You laid the onesie on your lap as you reached again for your phone, following your gut feeling and reopening the article. 

UPDATE 

Recent investigations show the woman believed to be Sarah Jenkins, a 35-year-old from Atlanta. This is the second time she has publicly been spotted with actor Chris Evans. Sarah, who is public on most social media accounts, has a one-year-old child with an unknown father. Sources believe that Evans could be the father of the child. 

“Hey, what’s up?” Chris questioned, worry filling his face as he moved to sit next to you on the floor as he watched your face completely drain of all colour. 

“I’m going to be sick.” You mumbled, quickly pushing yourself to your feet and away from Chris. You almost tripped over the suitcase and other items scattered across the floor as you made a beeline for the bathroom, dropping to your knees as you leaned over the porcelain toilet and threw up the contents of your stomach. 

“Hey. It’s okay.” Chris followed you, kneeling down to hold your hair out your face and rub your back. 

“Get away from me!” You almost shouted, tears beginning to fill your eyes as you withdraw from any contact from the man. “How could you?!” You cried. 

“What?!” Chris questioned; his brows furrowed as he stared at you in shock. 

Oh boy was he a good actor. 

“Don’t you dare fucking lie to me again!” You bit back with gritted teeth. “How could you do that to me?! How could you do that to our poor innocent Olivia?!” The sadness fell over your eyes, the tears falling down your cheeks at the thought of your two precious girls who got hurt in the process. How as you going to explain this to them? How was you going to tell Olivia that her daddy was the reason the family fell apart? 

“How could you?!” You repeated again, a sob getting caught in your throat. “How could you cheat?! How could you have a child with another woman and simply act like its nothing?!” A loud wail tumbled from your lips as you pulled yourself back to the toilet and vomited some more. 

“I’m sorry.” Chris accepted defeat. That was all the conformation you needed. He should have known that after some time the news would come out. 

“You’re sorry?!” You looked at him in complete shock, bringing the back of your hand up to wipe at your mouth. “You think that's going to take all this away?” You truly were stunned that he was acting like this wasn’t as large a crime as it was. 

“His name is Theodore. Theo.” He mumbled, pushing himself to his feet as the tears started to fill in his eyes. The realisation was beginning to hit of what he’d done. How much he’d hurt his wife, and would shortly hurt his two precious daughters too. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” 

“You didn’t mean for this to happen?!” Your voice raised in complete disbelief at his words. “You didn’t mean to spend time with another woman? Didn’t mean to fall into bed with her? Didn’t mean to have a child with her? Didn’t mean to continue seeing her, even when the child wasn’t present. You lied to me! You lied and then played me into thinking everything was okay, we had another child!” You screamed, it was all beginning to boil over and push you to the edge. 

Multiple instances flashed through your mind; like Christmas, Chris had no work on the lead up to Christmas, but yet he couldn’t be in London until the twenty third of December. He claimed he had commitments to his family. He missed the birth of your child for a night out on his birthday, yet the only photo you’ve seen from the night is the previously posted photo with ‘Sarah’. He missed out on time with yourself, and your growing family, major events like the birth of his second, well technically third, child. You weren’t as big a priority as it was made out to be. 

A loud screaming cry came from your bedroom, your almost two-month-old child awakening due to the loud noises flowing through the apartment. 

“Get out.” You bit through gritted teeth, pushing yourself to your feet as you prioritised getting to your small baby girl crying out in need. You cradled her in your arms, cuddling her close as you tried to compose yourself, holding the little baby so tight as you rocked her back and forth but her crying wouldn’t stop. 

“Get away from me.” You almost growled at Chris as he approached you in the bedroom, your hold becoming more protective of your sweet innocent child. 

“Please, let me explain.” Chris tried to speak over the sound of the screaming baby which you continued to rock. 

“Explain what, Chris?!” You turned to look at him, tears streaming down your face which matched the face of the distraught newborn. “There is nothing to explain.” You were starting to get overwhelmed with the situation, the screaming of the baby, the cheating man stood in front of you trying to talk his way out of his sins. 

“Mummy?” A little voice spoke from the door. “Daddy?” The small child stood at the door, her fists rubbing at her tired eyes and chubby cheeks. “Is Penny okay? Mummy, are you okay?” she questioned, unsure what all the noise was about. Her tired eyes adjusted as she looked between you and her father, the upset visible on both your faces as well as her newborn sister. 

“Penny’s okay, princess.” Chris spoke up, turning to speak properly to his eldest daughter. He couldn’t comment on how you felt, and he didn’t want to lie to his daughter again. “Mummys got her. Let's get you back to bed.” He hummed, leading the little girl out of the room as he tried to compose himself. In that moment, you had to admit you was grateful for Chris stepping up for his eldest child. 

A few moments passed until you heard Olivia’s bedroom door closing, you’d managed to compose yourself to a certain extent but also calm Penelope down enough that she’d fallen back to sleep and was once again nestled in her basket. 

“I want you gone. You can collect your things during the week, my parents will be here to deal with it. You won’t see the girls. We’re not coming back to Boston.” You rambled out the words that you’d been planning in your head. 

“Babe, please!” He tried to beg, stepping closer to where you were perched on the edge of the bed and looking down at the newborn in her basket. 

“Don’t call me babe. You won’t see the girls until a plan has been made. You’ll leave tonight.” You sighed, defeated.

“My solicitor will be in contact to get the papers signed.”

thank you again for reading, i hope you enjoyed!!!

it's finally finished!!! 🎉

[matthewswifeyx]

Solo <3

Warnings- fluff, swearing, pet names, mentions of vomiting

Summary- Y/N has just given birth to baby Valerie and she needs to rest for a while, so Chris has to take control and take the first few steps of being a first-time dad alone...

Y/N and Chris had just entered their home as new parents, but Y/N suffered with a postpartum illness. She did throw up quite a bit when she was pregnant, but she didn't expect it to continue after having Valerie.

Chris couldn't have been more excited by just becoming a dad and it nearing the festive period as well. He was over the moon that Valerie would be experiencing Christmas soon, even if she didn't understand it.

After a few hours of settling into the home life parenting, Y/N began to feel her stomach churning strangely. She rose from the couch and paced to the nearest bathroom to throw up her dinner. Chris didn't want to leave the baby on her own in her baby chair, so he picked up Valerie and placed her on his hip. They followed Y/N into the bathroom. Y/N was losing her breath after gagging so much, Chris just felt useless. With a baby in one hand, he couldn't help both of his babies.

Chris walk out of the room and settled Valerie in her crib, then he came marching back into the bathroom. He crouched down by Y/N, never leaving her side. Chris pulled her hair out of her face and had his hand tracing small circles on her thigh, trying to create a small comfort for her.

"I think you need a couple of days resting in bed, love." He looked at Y/N in her poorly eyes and then gave a gentle kiss to her forehead.

So here Chris was, starting the first stages of parenthood solo. He didn't want Y/N feeling worse by getting out of bed, but he wanted some guidance. He felt like Y/n was so much more a natural towards things like this. But as always, Chris was determined.

Chris spent hours just admiring his new baby, and that he could say that Valerie is his child.

"You're the cutest baby ever! Aren't you? Aren't you?" Chris said in a happy and cheerful tone.

Valerie had already formed a variety of facial expressions. There was: happy Valerie, sad Valerie, crying Valerie and diaper change Valerie.

Chris would sway his daughter in his arms lovingly, singing nursery rhymes that his mom used to sing to him. He would smile down at Valerie in complete awe. It was like she was the first baby made. Chris just felt beyond belief the first day of being a dad had come around so quickly.

Sometimes Valerie would cry and that would make Chris feel a bit emotional. But he learnt from Y/N and the baby classes to do the baby swing.

Chris held Valerie in front of him, his hands were placed under her armpits. Then Chris was taught to slowly sway the baby from side to side and say, "Baby swing!" In a sing-songy tone. Soon enough Valerie went from an unhappy state to joyful again.

"Baby swingg!" Chris dragged on.

Valerie's mouth curled up into a petite smile, showing a small dimple on the side of her mouth, just like her Mommy has. She let out coos to let her dad know that she was enjoying herself.

Chris smiled softly down at his daughter, he felt kind of bad that Y/N couldn't be here to witness it. So Chris pulled out his phone and took a sneaky photo of Valerie smiling. Then he sent it to Y/N.

Y/N was still laying in her's and Chris' bed, sick out of her mind. She had a bowl beside her, just in case she couldn't make it to the toilet in time.

She saw the phone beside her buzz and she checked the notification. Y/N smiled down at the photo taking up her screen. Then her door opened, creaking slightly. It was Chris.

"Hey baby, I kinda felt bad that you were missin' this out." He stood at the door.

"Thank you Chris, I think it's better if you and Valerie don't get any closer." She sighed. "There is some formula that I pumped earlier, is in the fridge."

"I'll feed her in a minute and don't worry about me baby, you'll get your turn soon." He winked playfully.

"Okay, I love you." Y/N says.

"Love you too." He replied.

Chris closed the door and held Valerie closer in his arms, he headed towards the kitchen and got some formula.

He made his way back to the comfy sofa, Chris settled nicely with Valerie in his arms, slightly tilted upwards so she could take the formula easily. He nuzzled the nipple of the baby bottle into Valerie's mouth and she started drinking.

Chris still had a lingering thought, that he felt bad that you couldn't witness these small steps. But he just wished you could get better as soon as possible.

He pulls the bottle away briefly, Chris was surprised that Valerie drank nearly the whole bottle in less than five minutes. She yawned, letting out a cute noise with it.

"I guess it's time for beddy-byes." Chris kissed the top of Valerie's head softly and stood up to take her to her nursery.

She was already in her pyjamas. Chris laid her down slowly, supporting her head. His eyes fixated on the baby monitor, Y/N had been nagging him to set it up for weeks. So that's exactly what he did quickly.

Chris leaned over the crib to give Valerie one last longing kiss to the cheek. Then he left.

Chris made his way back into his shared room with Y/N, to have their much needed time together before going to bed. He opened the door, Y/N was watching a show, waiting for Chris.

"Hey mama." He made himself seen.

"Hey baby." She replied.

Chris quickly took off his shirt and crawled into bed. He pulled his arm around Y/N's shoulder and pulled her into him. Chris kissed her forehead, just like he did to his daughter earlier.

"How ya feeling?" He asked.

"Better now you're here." She said.

"If Valerie cries during the night, don't bother getting up. Just nudge me and i'll go to her." He smiled down at Y/N. She looked up at him with loving eyes.

"You're so perfect." She declared. Chris hummed and turned off the TV. He moved down the bed to properly lay with Y/N. Chris was holding Y/N by her waist now, but he was facing her.

He moved forwards and kissed her nose lovingly, then her lips.

"I love you Y/N." Chris announced and then turned off the bedside lamp.

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[vanteguccir]

IMAGINE CHRIS AS A DAD!!!!

He gives of the kind of dad that can’t keep his hands of his wife for 5 minutes

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPREGNANT * CHRIS STURNIOLO * BLURB

SUMMARY　::　Chris being obsessed with his pregnant wife

FEATURING　Chris Sturniolo x pregnant!reader

WARNINGS　::　none

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

Y/N stood in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge in search of something to satisfy her late-night cravings. She was so focused on her task that she didn't hear Chris approach until his hands were on her hips, pulling her back against his chest.

"Hey there, gorgeous." He said, his voice low and husky. His hands moved to her belly, rubbing slow, sensual circles over her skin. "What are you looking for?"

"Just something to eat." She replied, leaning into his touch.

"Um, I can cook you something if you want?" Chris proposed, laying his head on Y/N's shoulder and burying his nose into her neck, breathing out the natural scent of her skin like an addicted man.

"No need, my love. I want something quick." She murmured, continuing to move the food on the cold shelves, searching for the one thing their bean wanted.

Chris hummed, his hands palming her 6-month-old belly, the fingers of his right hand roaming the covered skin while his left hand went down lightly, resting on her hip, squeezing the soft skin there.

"Need' to get you pregnant more times." The man whispered some seconds afted, roaming his touch as if he couldn't never get enough. His voice was husky against her ear. "M' obsessed with you like this, you know that?"

Y/N smiled at his comment, rolling her eyes amusedly. From the day she found out she was pregnant, Chris couldn't keep his hands off her, showing a new level of love and PDA. His brothers couldn't bear to see the youngest triplet running his hands over Y/N's body randomly throughout the days, as a mad man.

"I think this little bean has to be born first, Chrissy." Y/N murmured to her husband, giving up looking for the food her body was asking for, closing the refrigerator doors.

She moved into Chris's arms, turning around and facing him. As she adjusted herself so that her belly didn't leave them too far apart, her thigh brushed against something hard that she knew very well.

"Babe, are you hard right now?"

"Angel, you don't get it. I'm back to being a teenage boy after seeing you carrying our kid." Chris' eyes widened, emphasizing the fact that every time he even thought about his wife, his cock became hard rock within seconds.

"You are crazy." Y/N shook her head, letting out a laugh, but without disguising how the power she had over him, pregnant or not, made her just as turned on.

"For you? Always. Now, what do'y think about I satisfy that craving of yours?" He suggested, his hands roaming downwards to cup her ass. "You're so gorgeous, Y/N. I can't get enough of you."

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[https-roman]

Charlotte-Wren-Sturniolo

Charlotte, or Charlie/Char. Angelina Ballerina always playing, bunny drawings, a butterfly obsession but also aversion, barbie dolls, and pointe shoes. She's the youngest of the four and the most spoiled (Ivelles a close second though).She's brunette like her dad but has your eyes, and youre not quite sure where she gets her personality from (spoiler alert its Nick). She loves spending time with her mom baking in the kitchen almost as much as she enjoys sitting in her dad's lap while he streams, but she would rather be spending time with her uncle Nick more than anything.

[barkbre]

but also dad bf chris.. ohh he's so daddy he's so fucking big and strong and soft dom i need him to take care of me..

Oh i have been waiting for this. God i need him to treat me like a little girl MAN.

warnings// light dd/lg themes..i think? idk dude LOL- choking, idk im prob forgetting some shit

Dad!Bf!Chris... who also thrives off of the way you hold onto his fingers in public and constantly want to be slung on his arm- walking together as you mindlessly walk to the fun stores you want to go to as Chris just allows it and doesnt let you pay for anything at all.. you're his little girl of course :)

Dad!Bf!Chris... who makes it a habit to walk near the curb, open doors for you, help you with things on high shelves... all that

Dad!Bf!Chris... loves to have you sit on his lap while he games so you can play on the switch he bought you so you feel included bcus he's a very good dad-bf.

Dad!Bf!Chris... who gets unusually hard when he sees you doing something just a bit too childish. Got some fun stickers to decorate your laptop? your little giddy laugh as you put them on making him hard- thinking about how you've also laughed like that as your getting ready to straddle his hips and ride him :(.

Dad!Bf!Chris... who gets so grossly close to cumming while he watches you struggle to breathe- his massive hands squeezing at your little throat while your bouncing stupidly on his dick. Your moans breathy and high pitched

Dad!Bf!Chris... who always wants you to do your makeup while seated on his lap- cockwarming him until he scoots the stool back and bends you over the bathroom sink, fucking all your pretty makeup off- making you whine and complain after in a childlike manner :/

Dad!Bf!Chris... who has to softly guide you away from your friends because he got too riled up watching the way you squirmed and got excited over a stuffed animal- knowing if he slapped his cock on your face you'd react the same way.

GROSS! want that! need that!

[mid-knight-black]

There is something so heartbreakingly beautiful about Chris comforting his Buck 🥹

[we always talk about how much Buck cares about Chris but we don’t talk enough about how much Chris loves Buck 😭😭😭]