#daddy!anthony mackie x little!chris evans x mommy!reader

[falcqns]

idk if you’re still taking these with the new rules so if you aren’t please just ignore me lol but do you think daddy andy would help baby shave? (or any of the daddy’s in your aus honestly) i think that would be so cute🥺

okay wait this is such a cute idea so im gonna do all of them 🥺🥺

𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐯����

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: daddy!Andy Barber x little!Reader (Baby), daddy!Geralt of Rivia x little!Reader, daddy!Bucky Barnes x little!Reader (Plum), daddy!August Walker x little!Reader, daddy!Chris Evans x foster!little!Reader (+ bonus mama!Reader helping little!Chris and mama!Reader helping little!Bucky!)

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you're daddies help you shave, and you help your boys shave!

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cg/l, ddlg, mdlb, shaving, mentions of hospitals and abusive relationships. if i missed anything pls let me know!

✰ 𝐚/𝐧: this was so cute and i love this concept sm 🥺🥺🥺🥺 i added my au daddies, and a few from upcoming fics that are in the works, along with the (sort of) premise of each story!

to who ever reads this: don't bother asking for a part two, you won't get it. i am the owner of this fic, and this blog, and I, and only I, will decided what fic gets a part two and when. respect me and my wishes or get off my blog. thanks!

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.

"sit still Bubba," Andy said, rubbing the shaving cream into your soft, freshly showered skin. "Dada doesn't want to nick you with this." he said, showing your purple razor.

"otay, Dada," you babbled back, your hands wrapped around your stuffed dolphin. you hummed as you watched Andy glide the razor up your leg, and over your knee. he reached your inner thigh, and you giggled. "'ickles, Dada!" you exclaimed around your paci, and Andy chuckled.

"sorry, Bubba." he said as he switched legs, repeating the action, smiling again when you giggled at his actions again. "there, pretty girl." he said, rinsing the razor off and putting it away. "all done!"

you stood up, and rubbed your clean shaven legs together. you giggled and bounced and lifted your arms up for Andy to lift you. "t'ank you, Dada." you said, and Andy kissed your forehead, despite wanting to kiss your lips.

"you're welcome honey."

"you must sit still, flower." Geralt said, dipping the piece of metal that Geralt had sharpened and shaped into a straight razor to use on his face into a small cup of water. "i do not want you hurting yourself."

"yes, Papa." you whispered, hands curling into the material of the dress that you were wearing. you had only been with Geralt for a few weeks now, and you were still nervous around him. he was big, and you knew he could crush you without a second thought. you'd seen it with your own eyes, but you hoped he wouldn't.

he ran the razor up your leg, humming a tune as he did so. you gazed out the window of the inn, and smiled when you saw Jaskier walking back in from collecting some food from the market. you had tried the food at the inn and didn't like it, so Geralt sent the Bard on a mission to get you something you would tolerate.

"Papa," you said in your sweet voice.

"yes, my flower?" he said, looking up at you as he switched legs, a smile on his face.

"Uncle Jaskier is back," you said, and Geralt smiled.

"well, that's good. we can get your tummy full before going to bed."

you babbled around your paci as Bucky slowly shaved your legs. you were going to Bruce for some testing tomorrow, and your legs and nether region had to be free of all hair so that Bruce could get to the bottom of what happened to you.

you giggled when Bucky blew on your freshly shaved skin. he smiled up at you, and tickled your belly lightly, making you shriek in laughter. "god, i love that sound," Bucky said to himself, picking up the razor once more and working on the rest of your body as you showed him your Bucky Bear that your Uncle Tony had given you.

"Dada!" you said, his title being the only word you said. "a'Da!" you said, shoving the bear in his face.

"Plum, Daddy has to see to do this. he doesn't want to hurt you." he said, kissing your belly and angling your arms above your head as he continued to shave your legs.

"no!" you shrieked, sitting on your bum and crossing your arms. "no wanna!"

"i know, princess." August said, crouching down to eye level with you. "but we need to. you need to look professional for tomorrow." he said, dread filling his stomach at the thought of you taking the stand against that man tomorrow. "why don't you want to?" he asked softly, and you whimpered.

"'cawed." you whispered, and August sighed, sitting down and pulling you into his lap.

"my little princess." he whispered, rubbing your back. "i will not hurt you." he said, kissing your forehead. "you know that Daddy will do anything to protect you, right?" he said, and you nodded, cuddling into his wide chest. "good. maybe we can find you some dress pants instead of a skirt, would that make you feel better?" he asked, and you nodded.

"okay, princess. let's get you sorted."

"okay, darling." Chris said, maneuvering you to sit on the closed toilet. he had just given you your first bath with him, and he was preparing to shave your legs for the first time.

he ran the shaving cream into a line, and then rubbed it in with his hands over your bare legs, glancing up at you to make sure you were still okay. "shhhh, honey," he whispered seeing your eyes welling up with tears. "'m not gonna hurt you," he promised. "'m not him, okay?"

you nodded, and suckled on your paci as hard as you could, trying to calm yourself down, your hands gripping your doll.

"gonna be so gentle." Chris said, running the razor up your leg, giving you a smile. "there, see?" he said. "one strip done!" you smiled small, and Chris felt happiness bloom in his chest.

'baby steps,' he thought to himself. 'she'll get there soon.'

Chris held onto Anthony's hand as you slowly ran the razor over Chris's beard.

"doin' so well, buddy." Anthony praised, despite the sniffles Chris was producing. "as soon as you're done shooting, you can grow it back."

Chris pouted slightly. "gon' wook ugly." he whispered, and you immediately put the razor down. you grasped his face, and made him look at you. "don't you dare say that." you said, making him shed his tears.

"you're our beautiful baby boy, no matter what." Anthony chimed in. "we both love you, so so much. get those thoughts out of your head because not a single one of them is true." he said, and leaned forward to kiss Chris. Chris sighed into the kiss and nodded when they parted.

"otay, Dada." he said, and turned to let you continue what you were doing.

"wan' off!" Bucky cried, kicking his feet and rubbing his face harshly with his flesh hand. "ah dun!"

"i know, sweet boy." you cooed, getting the razor and shaving cream out. he was having a rough day, and his sensory issues were off the charts, and he was less than a minute away from a full meltdown, which more often than not, led to a seizure. "here we go," you said, coming over to where he was plopped on the floor, his back against the wall.

you lathered his face with the shaving cream, and slowly began to shave, smiling when his tears stopped, and he began to smile, the itchy hairs falling away.

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"Randoms" Masterlist:

Started: 11/16/20

Updated: 11/11/24

Bold links are smut

Italicized links are fluff

Strikethrough links are angst

*some have multiple, like hurt/comfort are italicized and striked out for example.

*ordered from oldest (at the top) to the newest (at the bottom)

*this list includes ONLY Tumblr works, go to my AO3 for full fics

Omegaverse Service Top Alphas

Omegaverse Ass Grabs

Chris Evans Trying Pottery

Steve & Bucky & Pottery

Some Art I Made! 

Chris Is A Mouthy, Grabby Fuck

More Art!

Chris Evans Reader Insert 

Sebastian Stan Reader Insert

Freshly Post Serum Steve ft. A Tiny Kitten

Desperate Daddys, Doms, & Tops

Assorted Evanstackie (Chris/Seb/Mackie)

Ari Levinson × Reader ft. Touch Starved-ness & Daddy Kink

Steve Rogers In Panties & His Shield Harness Art

Seb As Tommy Art

Reverse Rolls In Omegaverse

Evanstackie Origin & Then Working Seb Over Good

Evans & Mackie Making Sure Seb Is Taken Good Care Of

Evanstackie - Chris & Mackie Calling Seb "Princess"

Just Some Of My Art But ✨Watercolor✨

Evanstackie Fic Recs

What Would A BDSM Scene Look Like Between Evans, Stan, and Mackie?

What About Dom's Under A Desk... Not Their Sub?

Quick Andy Barber × Reader

Assorted Drafts That Never Got Flushed Out (Evanstan & Stucky)

Insinuated Sebastian Stan Gangbang On P&T Set

Sub!Chris Evans & Dom!Anthony Mackie

Sebastian Stan x Reader ft. Heels Kink

Artist Steve Rogers Favorite Art Tool

Dom Exhibitionism

Slutty Chris Evans In A Crop Top Art

Chris Evans × Gender Neutral Reader: Fun In The Sun

Pegging Chris Evans (Chris × Fem!Reader & Gender-Neutral!Reader)

Thoughts On Sub!Steve & Sub!Bucky w/ Dom!Nat

Andy, Ari, & Ransom × Reader: What They're Each Like In The Bedroom

Top & Sub Sebastian Stan × Bottom & Dom Reader

Younger-College-Age!Dom & Older-Sub w/ Hurt/Comfort

Chris Evans Lightyear Premier Sketch

Sub!Ransom x Dom-Mommy!Reader

Daddy!Sebastian At The 2023 Golden Globes

Anon Provided Avengers-Group-Sub!Steve

MORE Avengers-Group-Sub But... Bucky

Pottery-Student!Chris × Pottery-Teacher!Reader

Thinking About Seb Sucking Dick In A Back Alley

Subby Ghosted Chris (or Cole) Thoughts

Quick Lloyd Hansen Mustache Thots

Seb Getting Used By Multiple People 👀

A Little Steve Rogers Selfcest

A Little Bucky Barnes Selfcest

Seb Being Suspended For Chris' & Anthony's Use

TJ Hammond & Andy Barber Meeting At A Bar

Pre-Serum Steve & Fresh 21st Century Steve Selfcest

Skinny Steve Doodle

Whiteglovemanor Provided Sub!Ransom

Steve Rogers Playlist

Nomad Steve Being Sweet & A Lil Mean To Freshly Thawed Steve

Playboy Bunny Boyfriends Doodle

Steve And Feelings Of Cleanliness

Steve w/ Sensitive Teeth

Evanstackie--Sebastian Waiting At Home w/ An Inflatable Plug

Steve & Natasha Bonding While On The Run

Steve Getting Carded

Chris Evans In Art Markers

Andy Barber & Chase Collins Mini AU

God The Bounty Hunter × Cole Turner

Sam Encouraging Steve To Make More Art

Drawing Of Chris Evans' Side Profile

Professor Evans, Model Sebastian, & Student (Fem)Reader

Writing Reference For What Being Aroused & Having A Dick Feels Like

Steve And Sleep

Andy Barber & Steve Rogers Making Out

Brat & Brat w/ Carter & Ransom

Chris Evans Is An Ass Man--Chris × Female Reader

Post-Gym Sebastian × Female-Dom!Reader

Steve's Homesickness & Restlessness

Steve Rogers: In Queerness, Time, & Loneliness

Bucky Barnes Selfcest ft. Metal Arm Kink

Art Of Chris' & One Seb

Quick Steve At College Thought

Touch-Starved WS!Bucky × Male!Reader

Jack O'Malley × Bucky Barnes (Chris Character × Sebastian Stan Character)

Sub Max Burnett × Brat Ransom Drysdale × Mommy!Reader

Steve's Ice Water PTSD

Rebel Rebel Steve

Evanstan × Reader: Post-Morning Run, Making Breakfast & Innuendos

Steve Selfcest, Hand Difference

Evanstan x Trans Man Reader

Bucky's Hair Post-HYDRA

Chris Evans Body Hair

[menalliha]

His Girls

Summary: Chris sees a lot of you in your little girl. Which is why she always gets her way.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 838

Warning: None fluffy cuteness.

A/N: Sorry for not being active here for a week. I have had a few personal things going on and needed a slight break. But I am back with a few new pieces and almost done with one request. 

MY MASTERLIST

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

You have always been an outgoing person. One of the many qualities that caused your husband, Chris Evans, to marry you. That one quality was passed along to your two and a half year old daughter, who was a major daddy’s girl. She had Chris wrapped around her little finger.

Ellie loved being around her dad and being on set. She instantly captured the hearts of all the cast and crew of the Marvel set. They were in so much awe over her, taken away by her breathtakingly blue eyes and her hair that matched yours. Granted she part of Chris, everyone’s says she’s a mini you. She has your attitude, your laugh, and your love for Chris and the simple things.

Tonight, she was really needy of her dad. He was doing an interview with a few other fellow cast members like Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie. She loved seeing her uncles and aunts on set and has them all entranced in her cuteness.

Chris was keeping you and her close since you were very close to giving birth to your second child. He didn’t want to leave you alone while he was away for interviews. Especially with a very adventurous two and a half year old. Granted his mom was close by if you needed her, he didn’t want to risk anything. He always got very paranoid.

“Mommy,” Ellie whined. It was past her bedtime and she just wanted to curl up in her daddy’s lap and cuddle. “I want daddy.” She started to wiggle in your arms.

“Ellie Rose, your dad is in an interview. You can’t just go to him. He’ll be done soon. Stay by mommy.” You set her down gently and rub your very pregnant belly as your unborn son decides to kick. “Can’t mommy get one day without you trying to make her pee herself? That’s like my bladder you keep playing drums on.”

While you were too busy trying to calm your son down, you took your eyes off of her for a mere second. Ellie managed to sneak off onto set and go to Chris. You knew they wouldn’t mind her but you hated disturbing their flow of things.

“Daddy,” Ellie pouted and held her arms out for him to pick her up. That earned cute noises from the cast and interviewer herself.

Picking her up and holds her close, Chris couldn’t help but wonder why she was wondering without you. “Where’s mommy at princess?” Chris rubbed Ellie’s cheek lightly and watched her long eyelashes flutter.

Ellie pointed to you on the side of the stage. You had your head down, rubbing and talking to your belly. Ellie was normally good about staying by your side and listening. Not tonight. She wanted just her daddy.

Looking down, you never saw Ellie. She was there a second ago and now she’s gone. “Ellie…?” You said in a light whisper. “Ellie Rose Evans…” You looked around frantic till you saw her snuggled up in Chris’ arms asleep.

Carefully you tried to tip toe into the interview to get Ellie but Chris took your hand and pulled you into his lap. Repositioning Ellie, he pulled your back against his chest and rubbed your 8 month swollen pregnant belly.

“I’m so sorry… she just really wanted her daddy tonight.” Your face heated up with guilt and embarrassment of Ellie interrupting the interview to sleep on her daddy’s chest. “The baby was kicking and… I was trying to calm him. So I set her down and she wandered off to here.”

“Hey it’s ok Y/N. She just wanted some love from her dad. Besides we love her. She could never do any wrong. You know this by now.” Sebastian laughed.

“That’s her issue now… she’s used to being spoiled that when I tell her now it’s like the world will end. And that makes mommy the bad guy.” Your rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

“Oh come on. You aren’t the bad guy.” Chris chuckled as he rubbed Ellie’s head. “She’s fine here with us. Go ahead and go back. We’ll keep an eye on her. You need to rest anyway.” Kissing your head, he helped you from his lap, while keeping Ellie close to his chest.

“Keep a close eye on her.” You tucked a few lose strands of hair behind her ear, watching her long lashes flutter against her cheeks.

Her small lips were parted and her cheeks were rosy. Her nose was like yours, her eyes were shaped like Chris’. While she was just a small carbon copy of you. For a 2 year old she was full of sass like her mother. Sways her hips like you, talks like you and even wants her daddy’s constant attention like you.

Chris would have it any other way. He’s happy to have you as his wife and the fact you gave him what he’s always wanted made it better.

He was so in love with his family; his two girls.

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@patzammit @buttercuptea @holland-haven

[falcqns]

𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖐𝖆𝖞

☼ 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: daddy!Anthony Mackie x little!Chris Evans x mommy!Reader

☼ 𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶:the world finds out Chris is a little and he struggles to come to terms with the fact that his biggest secret has just been exposed.

☼ 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔤𝔰: DDLB, MDLB, ABDL, angst, fluff, Chris gets a slight injury (nothing major, but is based off an incident between my little sister and a dumpster lid), Elizabeth and Florence are littles!

☼ 𝔞/𝔫: this is my gif, please give credit if you decide to use.

Anthony laid Chris down onto his bed in his nursery, and stepped out of the room. he pulled his phone out of his pocket. he dialled your number, and it rang twice before you picked up.

"are you on the plane yet?" he asked, and you responded. "no we've been delayed. why, what's going on?"

"look at your Instagram explore page." Anthony said, and he waited a few moments before he heard you swear.

"oh shit." you said, and Anthony could hear your breathing speed up. "what do we do? does he know?"

Anthony shook his head before remembering you couldn't see him. "no he doesn't. he's still little, and he's asleep right now, but i'm afraid he's going to wake up big, and see it. he's gonna lose it." Anthony said, glancing back at the closed door that was being guarded by Dodger.

"is there anything we can do about it?" you asked, and Anthony sighed again.

"i don't know. i'll talk to his manager, but i don't know if there's anything we can do, considering there's photo evidence. it's not like its a rumour going around that we can just ignore." he explained as he walked away from the door.

he entered the living room, and sat down on the couch. "i don't know how to handle this. i really don't. i know it won't really affect his career, or ours, but his mental health is going to be shot from this."

"yeah i know. do you want me to come home? i can call the director and tell him to postpone-" you began, but Anthony cut you off.

"no. no. you're getting on that plane. until then, we can come up with a post explaining everything. i think it's our only option now." he said, and you nodded.

"okay. my flights been delayed for at least two hours, so i'll go and find a lounge to sit in." you said, standing from where you where, and bringing your luggage with you. you walked into the first lounge you saw, flashed them your credit card and boarding pass, and continued inside.

you found a quiet little spot near the windows that faced the runways, and pulled out your laptop.

"what do we say?" you asked, and smiled when you heard Anthony adding Chris's manager to the call.

an hour later, you had crafted the perfect post for instagram. Chris's team, along with your's and Anthony's, had decided it would be best for you to make the original post, and for Anthony and Chris (when he was big, and when he felt ready) to repost it, and then they could do instagram stories if they felt up to it.

you were given the option to turn the comments off, but decided to leave them on. you knew Chris would get some hate comments, but his fanbase was overwhelmingly positive and good people, and you wanted to be able to show him that people support him and love him no matter what.

you took a deep breath, and hit the post button, just as the call was made over the PA system that your flight was boarding.

you said your goodbyes to the team, and traded i love you's with Anthony, before making your way out of the lounge and towards your gate. just before you made it to the gate, your phone vibrated.

'florencepugh commented on your post.' it read, and you smiled, before pressing the notification and liked it, knowing your best friends comment would be filled with nothing but love and positivity.

you slid your phone in your pocket, and stepped on the plane.

Anthony was working on sanitizing Chris's bath toys when his phone vibrated. he grabbed it off the counter, and turned it on.

'chxrrybun just made a post.'

anthony took a deep breath, and clicked the notification. he smiled at the photo of his sleeping baby that you had posted, and began to read what you had written.

Anthony smiled at Florence's comment. she had always been supportive of your relationship with him and Chris, and was one of Chris's favourite 'little' friends, being a little herself. her and Chris had had quite a few playdates, and neither of you had ever had any doubt in her support of you three.

his thumb hovered over the comments, but decided against it, not wanting to lose his faith in his, Chris's, and your fans. instead, he hit the quick reply button on Florence's comment, and type out a quick reply.

he put his phone away, and had just turned back to sanitizing when he heard Chris crying over the baby monitor. he washed his hands quick, and headed into the nursery, where Chris was sitting up and pulling the blankets off of his body.

"wet, dada! wet!" he cried, and Anthony lifted him.

"it's okay, baby. accidents happen. let's get you in the bath, okay?" he said, and carried him into the bathroom. he laid him on the ground, and started the water, and poured in some bubbled. he stripped the wet diaper off of Chris, and lifted him again. he put him in the tub, and gave him the freshly sanitized toys to play with. he sat back, and watched Chris enjoy his last few moments of peace before the storm came.

Anthony secured the clean diaper around Chris's waist, and reached behind him to grab his clean shirt and sweatpants, but when he turned back, Chris had rolled over, and was in the process of crawling away, and towards the door that led back into his nursery, most likely going for the toy box.

"uh uh, nice try." Anthony said, seizing Chris's ankle, and dragging him back on his belly as Chris squealed. he always regressed really small after a bath, and Anthony was looking forward to some one on one time with his boy while he was this little, despite the shit storm that he was sure was brewing on the internet.

he slid the shirt over Chris's head while he hummed and babbled, looking around the room. he shoved his middle and ring finger in his mouth and sucked on then briefly, before they were pulled from his mouth and replaced with his paci.

"you're going to hurt your teeth." Anthony said, and laid him down again to put his sweats on.

as soon as the sweats were on him and tied around his waist, Anthony let him crawl away, and into the nursery. he made it to the toy box, and pushed the lid open. Anthony looked away, and began to tidy up the bathroom, when he heard a loud thunk, followed by Chris crying.

"what happened?" he asked, as he rushed into the nursery. Chris continued to sob, and pointed at the toy box lid. Anthony choked back a chuckle as he lifted Chris into his arms, and bounced him slightly to soothe him. "did the lid hit your head?" he asked and Chris nodded, sobbing harder.

"poor bubba. i think that calls for some milk." he said, and Chris immediately stopped crying, and smiled, his hands clapping together. Anthony took Chris down the stairs, and into the kitchen. he kept him on his hip as he prepared his bottle.

"you'd think Dada would know how to prep bottles quicker than this, considering i did it for years on end." he said, and tightened the lid on the bottle, before shaking it and offering it to Chris, who took it, and slithered his way out of Anthony's grip. he bit on the nipple, and carried it in his mouth to the living room, where he plopped on the ground, and waited for Anthony to turn on the tv.

when Chris woke up big the next morning and checked his phone he wanted to break it. he knew that checking his social media right after waking up was a really bad idea, and he was right.

the pictures of him with the pacifier were everywhere. he sprung up from the bed, and ripped the diaper off of his body. he shoved it in the garbage can and pulled on a pair of boxers, then jeans, and then a t shirt. he grabbed his pacifier off of the night stand and chucked it in the garbage.

he was in the process of shoving his stuffed animals in the trash when Anthony came in the room, and saw what he was doing.

"woah, woah, woah, what are you doing?" he asked, but Chris ignored him and continued shoving things into the garbage, silent tears falling down his face.

Anthony saw his phone laying open on Twitter, and he swore.

"bubba, stop." he said, walking up to him and grabbing his hands. Chris fought against him.

"stop!" Chris cried. "Anthony please, stop! i'm done! just let me do this!" he said as he struggled against Anthony. Anthony managed to get him away from the garbage, and onto the floor as Chris burst into sobs.

Anthony sat next to his boyfriend, and pulled him into his arms and let him cry.

"it's okay." Anthony whispered, and Chris shook his head.

"'m weird."

"no you're not." Anthony said. "this is a perfectly normal thing, remember? remember what your therapist said?" Anthony prompted. "she said that as long as you feel like it is helping, and it is not self destructing, it's an amazing coping mechanism. she was the one who recommended it to you, and you were the one who agreed to try it out. while it didn't work out so well with your first caregiver, i would say it's working incredibly with Y/N and I." he explained, and smiled when Chris's crying slowed.

"we both love you, so so so much." Anthony said, his hand coming up to his jaw and rubbing his thumb back on forth. "we have done, and will continue to do, anything and everything in our power to make sure that your mental health is at the best level it can be." he said.

"i know." Chris whispered, snuggling closer to Anthony.

"i know this isn't how you wanted the world to find out about us and our dynamic, but it doesn't change the way i love you, or the way Y/N loves you."

"i love you." Chris whispered. "i wish Y/N was here."

Anthony nodded. "me too. why don't i talk to my director and agent and see if we can fly out sooner than a few weeks to go and visit her? i know you've wanted to see Henry for a while now." he said, and Chris nodded.

"yeah i have."

Anthony was about to respond when his phone rang, and Anthony pulled it from his pocket.

"look, it's Scarlett." he said, and answered the phone.

"hey, how's he doing?" Scarlett asked, and Anthony glanced down at Chris, who was playing with his fingers as he calmed down, Dodger walking to lay on his legs.

"better. he's still a little emotional, but i think he'll come around to the world knowing about it."

"well, that's good. i was a little worried there." she said, sincerity in her voice. "although, i didn't really call about that." she said, and Anthony furrowed his brows.

"what did you call for then?"

Scarlett cleared her throat. "well, i'm assuming you and him will be making the journey to the UK soon. i've been here with Elizabeth-" he said, but Anthony cut her off.

"Elizabeth?" he asked, surprised, and Scarlett giggled.

"yeah, Elizabeth."

"how long has that been going on?" he asked, slightly surprised.

"since we were filming Civil War." she said, and Anthony exclaimed.

"WHAT?" he said, and heard Scarlett giggling. "damn it, Scar, i thought we were friends," he said in a tone that showed he was joking, and Scarlett picked up on it, laughing.

"oh, we are. I just-" she sighed, and Anthony glanced down at Chris who had fallen asleep against Anthony. "i really love her, and we both wanted to build something that would last." she said, and Anthony smiled.

"well, i am very very happy for you." he said, and he could hear the smile in Scarletts voice.

"thank you." she said. "i just wanted to see if Chris would be up for a playdate with Lizzie."

"with Lizzie? is she-"

"yeah." Scarlett said. "she's a little too. she's little right now, actually. she just went down for her afternoon nap."

"wow. i'm learning a lot about you two today." Anthony said, and smiled again. "but, yes. i am sure Chris would be thrilled to have another little friend."

"does he already have some? i've been trying to get Lizzie some little friends, but i cant seem to find any that are compatible." she explained, and Anthony could hear some small suckling noises in the back.

he smiled, realizing just how similar Chris and Lizzie were. "she has one, and you might be a little shocked who it is." he said.

"well, don't keep me in the dark."

"it's Florence." he said, and Scarlett laughed.

"oh that's not a surprise. i knew she was a little the moment i met her." Scarlett explained. "she just had this vibe about her, and i looked into her eyes, and knew that she was little. i never brought it up though, i didn't want to embarrass her." she said, and Anthony chuckled.

"well, in that case, why not get the three of them together? i'll message Zack and see if the two of them are in the UK. we weren't going to go for another few weeks, but i'm thinking we're going to go early. he's definitely missing his Mama."

"sounds good to me. we cant wait to see you."

[falcqns]

Hope you’re okay sending love and hugs 🤗

How is little Chris doing in general, is there any new behaviours or favourite things he likes that are new?

Has Little Chris been coping better with both of them going away to film or go on trips?

Also the gray man I’ve gotta say is a solid 10/10 the russos had me gob smacked within the first ten minutes 😂

i'm doing well!! i hope you are too love!!

he's struggling a bit. he's been so busy that he hasn't really had time to be at home with Anthony and the reader, so he hasn't been able to full regress no matter how hard he tries. he's doing a good job of hiding it though (or so he thinks).

and it;s getting easier for him to deal with, esoecially since he's been the one that's going away more now. it's still rough, but he's learning to cope :)

and same 😭 that entire movie is a 10/10

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for little star au , as we know there’s only female figures that are little friends with Chris but I was wondering if there’s any other male that is little. This is pure curiosity cause I wanted to know how is this au is little

oooh i haven't thought about this! i know i don't like or write about Seb anymore but he def gives me little vibes. i doubt i will include him in this au, but i just thought i would mention it for others who do.

i would say that Tom Holland as well. I know they aren't from the same circle of people, but i'm thinking Dan Howell as well. maybe after it's revealed that Chris is a little, Dan or Phil (more likely Phil) reaches out to him, and they become friends?? i mean, they both follow Chris Hemsworth on insta, and Chris H is friends with Chris E, so it's plausible??

i was going to say Henry, but i see him as more of a caregiver type, and would def be Chris's Uncle Henry.

if you guys can think of anymore, send them in and i'll add them to the AU!

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fluff request!!! how about little!chris realizing he can nurse from his mama? first nursing session!! and how the reader realizes that she can produce milk too?

𝖒𝖆𝖒𝖆'𝖘 𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖐: 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖚𝖉𝖊

☼ 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: little!Chris Evans x mommy!Reader

☼ 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔤𝔰: nursing, MDLB relationship.

☼ 𝔞/𝔫: this is a part of my Little Star AU, but it takes place before Anthony joins the relationship (both as Chris's Dada and as the reader and Chris's boyfriend)

you sighed as you looked in the mirror at your completely soaked sleep shirt. you hadn't even known this was possible, but apparently if you have enough of a hormone imbalance, you can lactate.

you stripped your shirt off, and walked back into the bedroom, where Chris was wiggling around as he started to wake up. the small pout on his face gave away that he was waking up little, and you smiled as his eyes opened.

"m-mama, wha' you doin'?" he asked groggily, rubbing his face on Dodgers fur.

"mama's breasts are leaking, so she has to change her shirt. i'll come cuddle you in a second, bub." you said, looking through your shared closet for a new shirt.

"why mama's boobies leakin'?" he asked, sitting up slowly. you chuckled, and turned to look at him.

"it's a hard thing to explain to a little baby like you." you cooed, and watched as his pupils dilated. he was slipping deeper.

"wha's mama's boobies leakin'?" he asked, and you exhaled as you relaxed in bed next to him. it was only 3 am, and you wanted nothing more than to get the little munchkin back to sleep before you fell back asleep yourself.

"milk, honey. like for babies." you explained, as Chris snuggled into your chest.

"i a baby, mama. i your baby." he whispered. "i hab some?" he asked, and you looked down at your little baby boys pleading face, and pondered it. there was no harm in letting him nurse. it would bring you relief, and would probably help him fall asleep.

"of course, my little baby." you whispered, and he giggled breathlessly as you lifted your shirt. he went for the right one, his favourite one, and latched on. he seemed to know exactly what to do, and you couldn't help but wonder if he had been craving something like this for a while, as his eyes drifted closed. you moaned in relief as the pain started to subside, and you looked down at your baby's face as he suckled lightly.

you ran your hands through his hair as he slowly fell asleep, and you followed him not long after, knowing this wouldn't be the only time that he would nurse from you.

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heyyy i hope your doing okay I have a request maybe it’s basic but imagine a day with little!chis ,mama and daddy!anthony. Just a day of their life morning to night maybe mama trying to entertain her boy and dad cooking. Domestic things cuz that’s adorable!🥰✨

𝖆 𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊

☼ 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: daddy!Anthony Mackie x little!Chris Evans x mommy!Reader

☼ 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔤𝔰: ABDL, MDLB, DDLB, crying!Chris, nursing, fluff.

☼ 𝔞/𝔫: thank you for the request, and i hope you enjoy!

you and Anthony always wake up before Chris. the mornings usually consisted of Anthony pulling a dead asleep Chris off of your body because he loved to cuddle, but he was heavy.

once Chris was laid back against the bed in Anthony’s spot, you ventured to the bathroom, and Anthony headed downstairs to make breakfast. you came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, fresh from the shower. as you entered the room, Chris was whimpering and beginning to cry, his eyes searching the room for you.

“m-mama!” he exclaimed, his tears ceasing as his eyes found you.

"shh, bubba. mama's here." you said. you pulled the blanket off of his body, and he recoiled, the cold air of the room hitting his bare skin, the only part of him not naked being his privates that were covered with a diaper. you checked it, and found it dry.

you sat next to him on the bed, and he laid across your lap.

“hey buddy. you thirsty?” you asked and he nodded as you lifted your shirt. he latched on, and began to nurse.

you scrolled through social media while he nursed. Anthony walked in a few minutes later, and Chris unlatched, his head flipping towards the door. “dada!” he exclaimed, and Anthony smiled. Chris reached out for him, and he was lifted out of your grasp.

“breakfasts ready,” he said as Chris curled into his hold. you smiled at your boys as you stood from the bed, and followed your boys out of the room.

you approached the stairs, and Chris squirmed, wrapping his limbs around Anthony like a koala as he tried to put him down. “no dada! no walk!” he cried and Anthony sighed.

“buddy, cmon.” Chris continued to squirm, and Anthony tightened his grip. “you’re spoiled.” he said. Chris giggled, and the three of you continued down the stairs.

Anthony placed Chris on the living room floor, and turned on the tv. Spongebob came on, and he was immediately sucked in. you and Anthony ventured to the kitchen to make breakfast. Anthony made eggs, bacon and hash browns, passed them to you, and you cut them up into bite sized pieces.

"Chris, come here, bubba." you called as you placed the plate down on the table. there was no answer.

"Chris, breakfast time!" Anthony called.

"wha'?" he called, is eyes not moving from the tv.

Anthony sighed. "breakfast, bud. come on." no response. "Chris, breakfast. now." he said firmer, and Chris still ignored him.

"Christopher don't make me come over there." he warned in the voice that was usually only reserved for his sons, and Chris immediately shot up from where he was and ran to the table. Anthony placed a sippy full of water down beside him, and Chris began to shove eggs in his mouth.

Anthony entertained Chris while you got dressed. you two switched, and you did a sensory activity with him while Anthony got dressed. you had put Orbeez in a large bowl of water, and they had expanded enough for Chris to play with them. He dug his hands into the bowl and sighed as the cool wet rubber rolled over his hands.

"wook, mama!" he exclaimed, picking up some beads, and placing them on the table. "imma make 'Teve's shield!" he said, rifling through the bowl and picking out all the red, blue and white beads, making a shield out of them.

"you love Steve, don't you?" you asked him, rubbing his back. he nodded.

"yeah, mama. wanna p'ay him 'gain." he said, just as Anthony walked downstairs, fully dressed. your alarm went off beside you, and you sighed.

"kay, bud. we're going to go on a walk. mama has a meeting, so we're going to get out of the house for a bit." Anthony said as you wiped Chris's hands off.

"Dodgey come, dada?" he asked, and Anthony nodded as he grabbed Dodgers leash. Chris stood up from the table as you did, and ran to the mud room to get his shoes and coat.

"bubba!" you called. "can mama have a hug?" he bounded back in immediately, and crashed into you. "woah, baby. gotta be gentle." he hugged you, and nuzzled his face into your neck.

"sowwy, mama." he whispered, upset that he had accidentally hurt you. you chuckled, and rubbed his back.

"it's okay, bugs. i'm not mad. don't worry." he took a deep breath, before heading off for the walk with Anthony while you had your meeting with your agents.

an hour later, you were pissed. you had recently auditioned for the new Enola Holmes movie, and you had gotten the part of Irene Adler, and you were really excited. you'd wanted to work with Henry Cavill for a while, and now that you had the chance, you weren't turning it down.

the only thing that was upsetting you was the fact that the movie was going to be filming in England, and you had to fly out there for preproduction and the table read in two weeks time.

you walked downstairs as Anthony came out of the nursery. "he's eaten lunch and is out cold." Anthony said, but became concerned when he saw your upset face. "what's wrong?"

"i got the part in Enola." you said, and Anthony looked confused.

"isn't that what you wanted?" he asked, and you shrugged.

"well, yeah, but i have to fly out for preproduction and the table read in two weeks." you explained, and saw the distressed look pass Anthony's face.

"he's gonna lose it." he whispered, glancing back at the closed door. you nodded in agreement. Anthony pulled you to his chest, and you buried your face in his neck.

"yeah."

an hour and a half later, Chris was awake. Anthony got him from the nursery, and after a quick change, he was being carried downstairs. he wiggled out of Anthony's arms as soon as they made it to the bottom of the stairs.

"wan' p'ay." he said, crawling over to his toy bin. he whined when Anthony scooped him off the floor, and deposited him on the couch.

"mama and i have to talk to you, and then we can go play." Anthony said, and Chris looked at you confused.

"baby, you remember how mama auditioned for that Enola Holmes movie a few months ago?" you asked him. he nodded.

"da one wif Gewalt?" he said, and you chuckled.

"yeah, baby, with Henry. well, mama got it." you said and Chris squealed. he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you as hard as he could.

"yay mama! i knew you could do it!"

"that's not all, bud." Anthony said, and Chris released you. his head tilted to the side as you took a deep breath.

"mama has to fly to England," you said, and watched sadly as tears welled up in Chris's beautiful blue eyes. you swallowed the lump in your throat before saying the three words that would break his heart in two.

"in two weeks." you said, and Chris freaked out.

"NO!" he shouted, and launched himself back into your arms. "NO MAMA! NO GO!" he sobbed, and you wrapped your arms around him, tears falling from your eyes as well. Anthony scooted closer, and wrapped both of you up in his arms. his thumb wiped the tears from your cheek, and kissed your forehead. he rocked the three of you back and forth.

"i know it's sad baby boy. but dada's going to be home with you, and we can go and visit mama in a few weeks." Anthony said, trying to console Chris, but he only got more and more upset.

"no!" he cried again. "mama no weave me, pwease!" he begged, and you sighed.

"i'm not leaving you forever honey. mama just has to go bye bye for a few months." you said. "i'll come back as soon as filming is done, i pinky promise." you said, and Chris sat up slightly. you cooed at his tear streaked face, and brushed away some of the tears. "has mama ever broken a pink promise?" you asked, and he shook his head.

"no." he whispered.

"that's right. i'm not going to break this one. here," you said, and you held up your pinkie. he held up his own and curled it around yours. you kissed your thumb, and Chris did the same, before you pressed your thumbs together. he sniffled, and laid his head on your chest again.

Anthony rubbed his back again, wiping some tears away too. "can dada have a kiss? he's going to go get dinner." Chris sniffled, but sat up, and gave Anthony a kiss on the lips, before laying back down.

"let mama sit up, and you can nurse a little." you said, and Chris immediately complied. you fluffed the pillows behind you, and welcomed Chris back onto your chest. you slipped your shirt up, and he latched on to your left breast immediately. you turned the tv on, and he laid his head on your left arm, and watched tv. he refused to move when Anthony finished dinner, so you were handed your plate on the couch.

Chris fell asleep a few minutes later, and neither you or Anthony had the heart to move him. Anthony held his head while you slowly removed your breast from his mouth, and pulled your shirt back down, but he was placed back down moments later.

"it's almost 8, we should get him ready for bed." Anthony said, standing up from the couch. he stretched, and his back cracked and popped. "he probably needs a change, and he needs a bath." he said, and you nodded, yawning quietly.

"okay. i'll get him in the bath if you pick out his clothes and get his nighttime meds ready." you offered, and Anthony nodded.

"sounds good." he said and walked out of the living room, Dodger trailing behind him. you ran your hand through his hair, and eased him awake slowly.

"hey, bubba. it's almost bedtime. let's go get in the bath, okay?" you said, and Chris nodded, still too sleepy to talk. he stood up, and let you lead him to the bathroom. you sat him on the toilet as the tub filled up. you added bubbles, and he hopped in the bath a few minutes later.

he was uncharacteristically quiet during bath time. usually he was happy and loud, playing with all of his bath toys. you knew he was still struggling with the news of you leaving, and that he would be subdued and extremely clingy until you left.

you were also worried about how he was going to handle you actually leaving. the last time he was little and you left, he had a complete meltdown. you had just left the house and Anthony was securing him in the car, when suddenly he was kicking and screaming, demanding that you don't go. Anthony had to carry him inside, and endure Chris hitting and kicking at him.

Anthony had to block off the door with his body until Lisa could get there. Chris was strong, but when it came to his mom, he knew he was powerless. all she had to do was give him a look, and he immediately stopped and apologized to Anthony. he came and said goodbye to you, and watched tearfully as you and Anthony drove out of the driveway.

you hoped it would be a little different this time.

Anthony walked into the bathroom, clean diaper and clothes in one hand, apple sauce, spoon and pill organizer in the other. Chris signed 'all done', and you pulled the plug. you helped him stand up, and wrapped a towel around his body.

he let Anthony dress him, and plopped on the floor. he was dressed in a pair of fleece socks, plaid pyjama pants, and a grey t shirt. you hopped in the shower while Anthony sat down.

he opened the apple sauce, and Chris whined. "buddy, you know you need your meds." Anthony said as he took a scoop of the applesauce and put his anti anxiety meds and melatonin on the applesauce. Chris pouted, but opened his mouth, and took his medicine.

he signed 'more' and Anthony began to spoon feed him the applesauce.

you stepped out of the shower moments later, and Chris clapped as you dried yourself off.

"Chris, focus please, baby. i'm going to get applesauce all over you." Anthony cooed, and Chris refocused on his bedtime snack. once he finished the bedtime snack, Chris stood up and joined you on the bed. you pulled your sports bra up, and Chris latched on. Anthony joined the two of you in bed a few minutes later, after shutting the lights off and locking the doors.

you two watched Chris's eyelids flutter shut and sighed as his breathing evened out.

Anthony pressed a kiss to your lips as you pulled Chris's mouth off of your breast and pulled your bra down. "i love you." he whispered, and you smiled. you kissed him back.

"love you too."

Anthony leaned down and kissed Chris's slightly parted lips. "i love you, bubba."

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𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 𝕬𝖀

𝐬𝐮𝗺𝗺𝐚𝐫𝐲: Chris Evans is many things. Actor, Political Activist, Tap Dancer. but, he is other things too. other things he hasn’t shared with the world, such as being a little and bisexual, all while being in love with you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, and Anthony Dwane Mackie.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: daddy!Anthony Mackie x little!Chris Evans x mommy!Reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: DDLB, MDLB, ABDL, nursing, angst, smut, fluff, non sexual age play, non sexual age regression.

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘

𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤: 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤

𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐚?

𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧

𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚'𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲

𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐥𝐥

𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲

𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘

how Chris tells Anthony and Reader that he’s a little

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after read your last little!chris fic I couldn’t stop imagine if one day Chris it’s having a bad day on set and Anthony helps him a lot , he calls reader and she rush to her boy but see with adoration how well Anthony it’s being witch Chris and how understanding he is after Chris it’s out to nurse, I just think it’s such an adorable way to bond with wash other!🥰✨✨

𝖉𝖆𝖉𝖆?

☼ 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: daddy!Anthony Mackie x little!Chris x mommy!Reader

☼ 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔤𝔰: polyamory, md/ddlb relationship, nursing, angst, fluff.

☼ 𝔞/𝔫:thank you for the request and i hope you enjoy!!

as soon as the director yelled cut, Chris wanted to rip his costume off. he’d been teetering on little space all day, and the suit made of Kevlar wasn’t helping.

the director announced that they got the shot, and for everyone to head back to their trailers to wait to be called for the next one. Chris nodded, and headed off set after handing the shield to a prop guy.

he heard Anthony ask him if he wanted to go grab a coffee from craft, but Chris shook his head no. he was teetering on the edge of little space even more now, and if he didn’t get to his trailer in the next few minutes, he’d end up revealing his secret to everyone. Anthony already knew of course, but no one else did.

his phone buzzed in his pocket as he passed the threshold of the soundstage, and the text he received sent him crashing over that edge into little space instantly.

‘how’s my baby boy doing?’ it read, and Chris blinked, surprised to find tears blurring his vision.

Chris’s fingers shook as he tried to text back, and got increasingly more frustrated as he hit the wrong buttons.

a message that was supposed to read ‘good mama. miss you’ ended up looking like “godi ma🥲😭 mis you” and it made him want to scream.

he felt his chest begin to constrict, and his breathing quicken. suddenly, a warm and grounding hand was placed on the back of his neck.

he looked up, and his blue eyes met chocolatey brown ones. “it’s okay, bud. come on.” he said gently, and began to lead him towards the trailers.

once he was in the trailer, he allowed himself to break down. he fell onto the bed, and cried while Anthony talked to someone on the phone. the phone call ended, and his blanket was wrapped around his shoulders.

Chris’s head turned to the side, and was met with Anthony sitting down next to him. he brought his paci up to his lips. Chris shook his head, the silicone nipple rubbing against his lips and reminding him that he couldn’t have the one thing he had wanted desperately since last night, but couldn’t have since he slept through dinner last night.

“shhh, buddy. i know it’s not what you want, but it’s the best i can do right now.” Anthony said, and Chris opened his mouth. Anthony slid the paci in, and gave him his stuffy.

he felt fingers play with his hair, and he smiled behind his paci. “have a nap, buddy. you look like you need it.”

Chris whimpered. he wanted to nap, so bad, but he couldn’t because you weren’t there. he needed Mama to hold him so he could fall asleep. “nee’ Mama.” he whispered, and Anthony’s hand slid down to his back.

“what do you need Mama for?” he asked, and Chris burrowed his head into the pillow.

“nee’ Mama ta hold me.” he said, and Anthony laid down next to him. “can’ s’eep wif out her.” Chris whimpered. Anthony’s hand continued to rub his back.

“come here buddy. i know i’m not Mama, but i can still hold you so you can fall asleep, okay?” he offered, and before he knew it, Chris was curling into his chest.

“ni ni, Dada.” Chris whispered without thinking. he drifted off to sleep, but Anthony was frozen.

he knew he called you Mama. he’d been around Chris while little multiple times, and he’d cared for him when you needed to film your own projects. Chris was familiar with Anthony, and trusted him. despite not originally being a caregiver, he found himself worrying at night about Chris, especially on the nights where he knew he was home alone.

he worried if hed eaten, drank water, if he was having a nightmare. he found himself almost buying Chris some toys last week when he was doing birthday shopping for his sons.

hearing Chris say “Dada” made him feel complete. like he was a puzzle and Chris was the missing piece that fit perfectly. it didn’t make sense to him, but it felt right. like he was meant for that role.

Chris flipped his head in his sleep, and Anthony gazed down at him sleeping soundly, his paci bobbing up and down as he suckled on it.

he laid there for a few moments, observing the boy when you walked in.

“hey, how is he?” you asked and Anthony smiled.

“he’s good. not as overwhelmed anymore.” just as you opened your mouth to answer, a loud grumble erupted from Chris’s stomach.

“baby’s hungry. he slept through dinner and barely ate breakfast. he was too exhausted last night.” you said, stroking his cheek.

“yeah, i think that’s apart of the problem. he wouldn’t eat anything at craft this morning, or after our fight scene.” Anthony said, smiling as Chris grunted and shifted in his sleep.

“i’ll feed him when he wakes up,” you said, lifting your legs onto the bed.

“he called me Dada.” Anthony said, his eyes not leaving Chris. you whipped your head around so fast you almost got whiplash.

“what?” you asked, shocked.

“just as he fell asleep. he cuddled up to me and said ‘ni ni Dada.’ and then drifted.” he said, and you searched Anthony’s face for any indication that he didn’t want Chris calling him that, but found none. “it felt right. does that make sense?”

you nodded. “yeah. i felt the same way when he called me Mama. like it was what i was meant to do.” you said. Anthony smiled, his eyes looking at you adoringly.

“i will gladly be his Dada.” he said, and your heart swelled.

“he’s going to love that.” you said just as Chris woke up slightly.

“M-Mama?” he asked, before groaning as his stomach grumbled again.

“hey baby. you hungry?” you asked and he nodded, but shook his head when you went to sit up.

“wan cuddle wif Dada n have miwk.” he said, and you looked at Anthony, who nodded his head.

“hey, i’ve seen worse.” he said jokingly, but there was a hint of something else behind his eyes.

you chewed on your lip, and moved closer. Anthony manoeuvred Chris so that his head was on his left pec, and you sat up on your right elbow, Chris pushed his paci from his mouth, and watched as you freed your breast.

“mmm, miwk,” he said quietly before wrapping his lips around your nipple, and began to nurse. Anthony’s right hand was tracing patterns on Chris’s back, his left wrapping around and pulling you closer so that your body was fully touching his. his hand rested at the bottom of your back, and his thumb traced back and forth.

you knew something had changed between the three of you, and despite what others might say, you had a strong feeling that it was for the better.

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imagine little!Chris , Anthony and reader having a chill day..they’re watching a movie and Chris it’s sat in the living room playing with his toys and back to you and Anthony he’s resting his head on your chest and we Chris see this and boyyyy he gets mad because those are his boobs , and then he starts crying and he’s not telling what’s wrong and he comes to readers lap , and star mumbling “mine , mine , mine” and then he want to nurse and it’s al possessive but Anthony and you found fit really cute ✨🥰

𝖒𝖞 𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖇𝖎𝖊𝖘

☼ 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: daddy!Anthony Mackie x little!Chris Evans x mommy!Reader

☼ 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔤𝔰: nursing, tears, fluff, biting of a nipple accidentally.

☼ 𝔞/𝔫: thank you for the request and i hope you enjoy!

you smiled as you looked down at Chris. he was sitting on the floor in front of the couch, playing with his cars, his Iron Man stuffy sitting on the coffee table in front of him.

Anthony adjusted his seating position, leaning his head on your chest. your hand came up and caressed his cheek, your thumb running back and forth against his skin. he looked up at you, and smiled, as Chris made his cars smash together.

"boom!" he growled from the ground. "big 'splosion!"

Anthony leaned up, and kissed your lips. you giggled, and Anthony gave you another kiss before laying back down on your breasts.

Chris abandoned his cars a few minutes later, and pulled his lego bin towards him. "Tony, you hafta move," Chris said to his stuffy, moving him towards the potted plant in the middle of the table. he picked out one of his lego sets, and began building the Avengers Quinjet.

Anthony sneezed, and Chris jumped, and whipped his head around. you saw him stare at Anthony for a few seconds, who was still laying on your breasts. he turned back around, and continued to build his jet.

you smiled and turned back to the movie playing on the tv. a few moments pass, and a sniffle breaks the silence of you three.

"Chris, you okay, buddy?" Anthony asked, and Chris nodded, not bothering to turn back and look at you. "okay." Anthony resigned, although he didn't seem totally convinced.

you heard the sniffle a few more times, but just attributed it to his nose running. he'd gotten over a cold a few days ago, and his nose was prone to running.

the movie continued, and suddenly, Chris choked out a sob. Anthony shot up.

"Chris?" he asked, but Chris didn't turn. "Chris, what's wrong?"

"nuffin." he said quietly, his breath hitching slightly. you stood up, and walked over to where he was, crouching down and rubbing his back.

"bubba, can you tell Mama what's got you so upset?" you asked, and he sobbed again.

"mine," he said quietly. you furrowed your brows in confusion.

"what's yours, honey?" you asked, and Chris looked at you. Anthony sat down next to him, and brushed away some of his tears.

"my boobies." he said quietly, and Anthony rubbed his sweater covered chest.

"your chest hurt, honey?" he asked and Chris shook his head.

"no!" he exclaimed, sobbing again. he pushed Anthony's hands off his chest. "you take Mama's milk! i's mine!"

you cooed, and cuddled Chris to your chest. "baby, it's okay. Dada wasn't taking your milk. he was just resting. are you wanting to nurse?" you asked him. he'd seen Anthony laying on your chest before and had never had an issue with it, so you could only assume he wanted to nurse.

Chris nodded, and Anthony stood up. he lifted Chris up, and you stood as well. you sat on the couch, and Anthony sat down on your left. Chris settled on his lap, and he eased his head back. it rested in your elbow, and you rested your arm against the armrest of the couch. Anthony lifted your shirt, and you guided your breast to Chris's mouth. you wrapped his lips around the nipple, and began to suck.

Anthony's right arm around your shoulder, and he cuddled close, his hands resting on Chris's legs.

"such a cutie." he said, and Chris smiled, your nipple still in his mouth. his feet kicked, and his hand reached out for Anthony's. Anthony pressed a kiss to his hand, and shook it, prompting Chris to giggle.

you winced, Chris's teeth digging into your skin. "okay, its my nipple, not a teething toy." you commented and Chris giggled again, but continued to nurse.

you drifted off to sleep while he nursed, and as soon as he was done, Anthony lifted him off of you.

"Mama, s'eep?" he asked, curling into Anthony's chest.

"yeah buddy. Mama's sleeping." he answered as his hand patted his back. Chris burped quietly, and tried to move off Anthony's lap.

"Dada, p'ay wif me." Chris said, and Anthony followed him down to the floor. Chris dug through the lego bin again and pulled out his Falcon lego figure and handed it to Anthony.

"you be Sam, i be 'Teve." he said, and Anthony smiled. he pressed a kiss to Chris's head, and with a glance back at you still snoozing on the couch, he began to play Avengers with his boy.

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uh uh I have a question…how’s does Chris tell reader and Anthony about his little space?🥰(I’m sorry I’m just really excited for this)

oooh, i haven’t really thought about this.

maybe he slips around the reader first?? i mean we know that her and Chris are in a relationship before Anthony joins, so i feel like he would tell her first.

it’s been established that he was abused in a previous relationship that caused him to have doubts, so i feel like he would be scared out of his little mind the first time he slips around the reader.

i feel like you’d find him in a random corner of the house, curled up into a ball, with a paci in his mouth and a blanket around his shoulders, clutching the Iron Man stuffy that RDJ got him for christmas.

you’d sit quietly and observe him babbling away to the little Iron Man, and your heart swells when you hear him say: “wan y/n to be my mama, but i too scawed to ask,” and it’s only then that you reveal your hiding spot.

“hey, buddy.” you say gently, and he rips the paci out of his mouth and chucks it across the floor so hard that you swore it was a tiny vibranium shield. he has a look of pure terror on his face, and he’s near tears.

“i sorry,” he says, a lone tear making it’s way down his cheek.

“why are you sorry, sweet boy?” you asked, inching closer.

“for bein wittle.” he says in a small voice, and your heart breaks for him. by the look on his face, you can tell that the last time he told someone this didn’t go so well.

“don’t apologize. you’re absolutely adorable like this, and i can be your mama if you’d want.” you assure him, and you can see the weight of this secret being lifted off his shoulders. he crawls over to you, and hugs you as tight as he can

as for telling Anthony, i think he’d be more open to telling his friends the longer he’s with you. maybe Anthony walks in on him in his trailer while he’s regressed, and finds him crying.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, approaching him slowly.

“wan mama!” Chris sobs, and Anthony picks up his phone to call Lisa.

“okay i can call your mom.” he’s immediately stopped when Chris shrieks.

“no! mama! wan mama! not ma!” he says, and Anthony, being a father himself, decides to handle this situation if Chris was in fact a small child.

he gets down to his level, and speaks softly. “who is mama? if you tell me, i can call her.” he says, and Chris wipes his tears before sputtering out your name.

“y/n.” he says, and Anthony nods. “mama is y/n.”

“okay, buddy, i can call mama.”

you arrive on set soon after, and once Chris is settled and sleeping, you and Anthony have a long talk about everything, and you explain what his little space is, and why he needs it.

Anthony being Anthony, accepts him right away, and you can tell that he immediately treats Chris the same way that you do while he’s little.

soft, and like a parent would.

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i have another idea , what if reader has to go to the hospital because she get injured in set and little!chris saw her when they were taking her to the ambulance. He star having a panic attack but daddy!anthony helps him and u know he’s all sad because his mama it’s injured but when u wake up you let him explain how he’s feeling and he’s babbling and seeing how much he miss you even tho it’s was max 4 house since you last see him🥰✨

𝖒𝖆𝖒𝖆’𝖘 𝖔𝖐𝖆𝖞

☼ 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: daddy!Anthony Mackie x little!Chris Evans x mommy!Reader

☼ 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔤𝔰: md/ddlb relationship, polyamory, injury, hospitals, ambulance rides.

☼ 𝔞/𝔫: thank you for the request and i hope you enjoy.

as soon as Chris’s eyes locked onto the stretcher with you on it, being rolled from the soundstage, he was instantly little.

“dada?” he mumbled under his breath, scanning the set for Anthony. he located him talking to Joe Russo, and rushed over. Anthony saw the look on his boys face, and immediately excused himself from the conversation.

“Dada, where’s Mama goin’?” he asked, and Anthony wrapped him up in a big hug.

“Mama got hurt while filming,” he said, and he squeezed him tighter when he felt him start to freak out. he led him out the back door behind him, and held him. “she’s okay, they’re just taking her as a precaution.” he said, hoping that would calm him down, but it did the opposite and he began to freak out.

“nee’ to get ta Mama! Mama nee’s cuddles,” Chris said, pushing against Anthony’s hold. “Dada, wet me go!” he shouted, and finally broke free of his hold. he bolted after the ambulance that was pulling out.

“CHRIS!” Anthony shouted, trying to catch up to him. “damn those skinny little fuckin’ legs,” he said under his breath as he tried to catch up with Chris who was gaining speed. the ambulance drove away, and Chris fell down onto the pavement.

“shit,” Anthony said, and caught up with him. “come here,” he said, hauling a sobbing Chris up, and carried him to his trailer. thankfully, filming had resumed, so there was no one to see them.

“owwies,” Chris said as he was sat on the couch. he showed Anthony his hands that were scraped up. “owwies, Dada.” he said, tears falling down his face.

“i know bud. give Dada a second to get the first aid kit.” Anthony located it, and walked over to Chris.

“give Dada your hands.” he said, and Chris presented them.

he poured rubbing alcohol on the cuts, which made Chris cry from the pain. he wrapped his hands up, before washing them. Anthony picked up Chris’s blue and white paci, and offered it to him.

“no.” Chris refused. “don’ want it. wan’ Mama.” Anthony sighed and wiped away some of his tears.

“Mama is fine. we can go-“ he started to say, but was cut off by Chris pushing away from him and running to the other side of the trailer.

“NO!” Chris shouted. “DEY TOOK MAMA ‘WAY!”

Anthony walked over to him, and pulled him into a hug, letting him sob. “i know you’re scared for Mama. she’s going to be okay. she hit her head, they just need to make sure she doesn’t have a concussion. that’s all. we can bring Mama home tomorrow morning.”

Chris’s blue eyes filled with tears, and his bottom lip jutted out. “no Mama f’r ni ni?” he asked, and Anthony’s heart broke as Chris sobbed even louder, his head dropping back.

“nee’ mama!” he cried, and Anthony hugged him tighter, although he knew it wouldn’t help. he just wanted his poor boy to stop crying. Chris stomped his feet, and Anthony sat the two of them down on the bed, pulling Chris onto his lap, where he buried his head in Anthony’s neck and continued to sob.

“i know you’re sad, but everything’s gonna be fine. i promise. what are you worried about?” he asked, and Chris sniffled.

“no get miwk a’fore bed.” he said quietly, and Anthony smiled. his little boy loved your milk.

“you can still have milk, honey. i think there’s still some pumped milk in the freezer from when Mama had to go away and film a few months ago, remember?” he suggested, but this only served as fuel for Chris’s tears.

“no! i hab last one yestewday! Mama no hab time to nuwse, so i hafta drink out of a baba.” he said, and Anthony sighed. there was no way he was going to go down easy tonight if he didn’t get his night time meal.

just as he opened his mouth to soothe Chris, his phone vibrated. he pulled it from his pocket, and saw the text from you.

‘everything’s fine, they’re just keeping me for observation. you two can come and visit. i’m sure bubbas not too happy.’ it read, and Anthony smiled.

“look, buddy. Mama texted me. we can go see her.” he said, and instantly Chris’s face lit up.

“we go now?” he asked, standing up. Anthony nodded, a smile gracing his features.

“of course bud.”

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as soon as Chris laid eyes on you, he started crying again.

“baby, it’s okay.” you said gently, holding out your hand for him. he took it, and you pulled him closer.

“mama, huwt?” he asked, and you shook your head.

“no, Mamas okay. what happened to your hands?” you asked, seeing the bandages.

“someone tried to follow the ambulance and tripped over his own two feet.” Anthony said, pressing a gentle kiss to your head.

“oh, honey.” you said, and Chris started to hyperventilate.

“i sorry Mama. i so sorry,” he apologized, and you helped him lay on the bed.

his face mashed in between your breasts, and he felt himself calming. “you’re not in trouble, my baby.” you said, and he looked up at you. “Mama was just worried. are you a little worried too?” yoh asked and he nodded, tears pouring from your eyes. “what are you worried about?”

“no mama’s miwk no more,” he whispered, slipping further.

“oh baby. you’ll always have my milk.”

“so scawed Mama. so so scawed.” he admitted, and you pulled him up slightly. his had rested on your collarbone, and he inhaled the scent of you, a scent that always calmed him and made him smile.

“everything’s fine, baby. Mamas okay.” you said as his eyes closed.

Anthony kissed his forehead, and then placed a slow and sensual kiss on your lips. his fingers trailed over your skin, and he had a remorseful look on his face.

“are you really okay?” he asked seriously, and you smiled.

“yes, baby. i’m perfectly fine. we both know this was just a precaution.” you said, and Anthony nodded.

“yeah i know. doesn’t mean it didn’t scare me.”

“i know,” you said, your heart hurting when you saw a tear falling from his eye. “i know you were probably terrified, but you took such good care of our boy. you made sure he wasn’t scared, while being scared yourself. i love you so much.” you whispered, trying to keep Chris asleep on your chest.

“i love you more.”

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Hi! I love all your fics🥰

How do you think RDJ would react finding out about little!chris with his iron man stuffie? ❤️

omg i love this 😭

i feel like he’d think it’s the cutest thing ever. he would probably see Chris with it for the first time at a party. maybe the marvel cast got together to celebrate the anniversary of Endgame, so there's A LOT of people at RDJ's house.

at first Chris was his normal self, talking to everyone and being the life of the party. but, as it grew later in the night, his headspace approached, and he became quieter, and his anxiety began to take over.

he looked around the room, and couldn't find either you, or Anthony. that only served to make his anxiety worse. he walked out of the kitchen, and into the entry way, where his coat was. he dug around for the car keys in the pocket, and once he located them, he was heading out to the car to get his stuffy as his headspace consumed him fully.

once he had the stuffy in his hands, he locked the car, and headed inside. he glance around the common area once more, but still didn't see anything, so he continued to find a quiet space to sit and cuddle with his iron man.

he found a nice corner by the spiral staircase, and plopped himself there. he brought his legs to his chest, and hugged the stuffy to his face.

"Tony," he whispered to his stuffy. "you so soft." he rubbed his face against the stuffed superhero. "wan' mama n' dada but can' find dem." he said, a tear escaping his eye. he sniffled, and tensed when he heard voices calling for him in the kitchen. he only hoped that Mama and Dada would realize that he wasn't there and come looking for him, especially you. he was tired, and he wanted some milk desperately.

"hey, buddy. there you are." he heard Tony say. he furrowed his brow, and looked down at his stuffy. he realized the voice didn't come from this Iron Man, but the other Iron Man who was standing in front of him.

he looked up at Robert, and his chin wobbled. "hey, bud. what's going on?" he asked gently. he knew that Chris was a little, and had known even before you did. when Chris had broken up with her, Robert had taken it upon himself to make sure Chris was taken care of, and ensured his secret stayed a secret.

Chris sniffled, and choked out a sob. Robert crouched in front of him, and brushed one of his tears away. "what's going on?" he asked again, and this time, Chris was able to talk.

"wan' Mama n' Dada but can' find dem." he said, and Robert nodded. he sat down next to Chris and pulled out his phone. he sent a message to Susan, asking her to find you and Anthony. he put his phone away, and turned to Chris, giving him his full attention.

he saw the stuffy in his hands, and he smiled. "who's this, bud?" Chris giggled quietly, and presented Robert with the stuffy.

"i's Tony!" he exclaimed, and Robert ruffled his hair. "i wove him." he said, and hugged the stuffy close to his chest. Robert wrapped his arm around him and tugged him to his chest. Chris settled his head on the older mans chest.

"wan' Mama." Chris whispered, and Robert nodded, his hand rubbing Chris's upper back.

"Mama will be here soon. Dada too." he assured him, and Chris nodded just as you and Anthony ran around the corner. a look of pure relief spread on your face when you saw your baby boy curled in in Roberts arms. his eyes found yours, and he smiled his arms reaching out. you dropped to your knees, and let him curl into your embrace.

your hands played with his hair as he calmed down, and rubbed Iron Man on his face. Anthony took a seat next to you, and rubbed Chris's legs. Chris sniffled, and suddenly pulled away from you, reaching out for Anthony. Anthony pulled his into his lap, and Chris nuzzled his head into the older mans neck, and Anthony's hands rubbed his back.

"does this mean he's on team Iron Man?" Robert asked, and Chris's head shot up.

"NO!"

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how would little!chris (chris in the little star au in general) react to mama!reader getting really bad axienty for some reason or another?

i think he'd be really sad for her, and probably cry. he wouldn't show mama that he's upset because he'd worry that it would stress her out even more, but he would probably go to dada and tell him why he was upset and ask what he could do for you.

he would probably also want to do some skin to skin with you, and probably nurse. nursing calms him down, and you down as well and you'd get to have bonding time with your boy.

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new part of little star au coming tomorrow 👀