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Chris still have His costum from Captain america. What does that mean? Rollplay with chris.

Mint Condition

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, roleplay, dirty talk, sex, P in v, edging.

You mulled through your large walk in for a Halloween costume, stray pieces you could put together to make an encrypted costume, all black and slutty you could do Charlie’s Angels… but there’s only 1 of you. You huffed as you swiped from hanger to hanger until…

“CHRISSSSSS!” You hollered

“Yeah honey.” He walked into the room stopping to a halt when he spotted you, devious look on your face as you held the costume in front of you.

“Hi Captain.” You purred

“Put it back.” He said sternly

“Why should I… look at this… it’s beautiful and omg mint condition.” You lifted one of the sleeves feeling the fabric.

“Because it’s the past.” He came towards you reaching for the costume but you turned your body away.

“Then why is it here?”

“Because one day I might hand it down to our son or if we go broke I can sell it.”

“I feel like I missed out on so much with this costume… can you wear it for me? Just once?”

He sighed, studying it with his eyes “It won’t fit anymore.” Chris tapped on the small sight of pudge on his stomach.

“Oh nonsense just try… please.”

“Fine.”

You squealed “ok let me go get a shield!”

You came back in the room with the glorified frisbee in your hand, but Chris didn’t realise your presence too busy in the mirror admiring himself.

“You need this.” You came up behind him, handing him the hard plastic prop.

“Thanks Peggy.” He smirked at you

“You’re welcome Captain… now turn around and let me look.”

You bit your lip as you ran your hands along the stretch cotton, the color hadn’t faded a day from not seeing the sun in 10 years.

“It’s tight on me.” Chris gritted his teeth

“Where?”

“The crotch.”

“Is that the suits problem or your problem?”

He looked down at you a sarcastic smile, as you ran your fingers slowly along the the silver star emblem and the intricate red and white panels.

“So how does it get on?”

“Like a onesie.” He grinned

“Ooooh.” You nodded, never fully understanding the layout of the suit.

“Oh it’s got a zipper.” Your eyes widened at the discovery.

“Yeah what if I needed to piss?”

“And the other thing…”

“You think I was spending my days fucking on set?”

“If I was around you would of.”

“That’s true baby.” He pulled you closer by your waist.

“So what do you think of Captain America.” He purred in your ear

“I think he’s gonna be in a lot of trouble.” Your hands on his bearded cheeks as he pulled you closer by your waist so you could feel the straining fabric against you.

“Hmmm why’s that?” His words mumbled by the kisses he was leaving on your exposed neck.

“Because he’s too busy fucking me to save the world.” You bit his ear lope eliciting a feral groan from Chris.

He threw the shield to the side, letting it land with a thud as he hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he placed you on the centre counter of your walk in.

“Well that’s your fault isn’t Ms Carter?” His eyes honed in on you, noticing the delight as he’s finally catched on to the dirty game of role play you’re playing.

“You know I always wondered…”

“Hmmm.” His tongue still exploring the skin exposed on your robe as you toyed with the hair on the nape of his neck.

“Whether the serum applied to your whole body…”

His hands moved to loosen the tie around your waist, letting your body be fully exposed beneath him.

“You wanna find out?” He quipped as his mouth made its way down your stomach.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please… Captain.”

Chris growled as his grabbed the back of your knees, pulling you to the edge of the counter and placing them on his shoulders.

“Tsk tsk no panties… not very professional.”

“They got too messy thinking of you.”

You pushed his head closer to your core as you finally felt the sweet feeling of his warm tongue flat on your sex. Chris wasted no time, creating a wet sloppy mess of your pussy as his tongue travelled up and down your weeping core and sensitive clit.

“Agh Chris more.” You dug your heels into his back but it was no restraint for the brooding man. Pulling out to stand over your flushed body.

“Call me that again and I’ll stop.” You swallowed weakly seeing a side of your man you’d never seen before.

“Yes Captain.”

“Good girl.” His hands went to the zipper pulling it down, letting his hard cock finally free from the tight fabric and pumping it slightly in his hand.

His pushed it slightly towards your centre, teasing it back and forth on your slit, letting your juices soak his head, pushing the tip in slightly but not even close to enough for any real pleasure.

You withered and moaned, making grabby motions towards his face.

“Stop moving or you’ll get nun’” His Boston accent slipping through.

Slowly and achingly he inserted himself into your begging core, anchoring himself with your fleshy thighs. With ever move in, he pull you closer aiming to get as deep as he can.

Finally you felt the cool zipper against your clit as you wrapped your feet together behind his back, desperate for him to lean over you and pound you viciously.

“You feel that honey?” You nodded, mind clouded by the feeling of his length pulsating inside of you.

Inching in and out, you savoured the feeling of Captain America fucking your sweet hole, keeping a steady pace. You mewled wanting to grab on his large biceps, he grabbed your hands pushing them down, lacing your fingers in his as he pinned them down.

“No touching the suit baby.” He tsked as he loomed over you. “You’re just gonna lie down and let Captain take care of you.”

His thrusts increased, the friction of he material rubbing against your sensitive clit only enhanced the novelty, his beard brushing your skin as he kissed you deeply, swallowing your moans.

You grabbed his hair, pulling him deeper, close to your release you pulled out the kissing panting,

“I’m gonna cum.” With that he pulled out to your shock.

Your mouth fell agape as he avoided your eyes “what’s wrong?” You grabbed his chin, pulling his face to look at you desperate for him to return inside of you.

“Mint condition you can’t cum on the suit honey.”

“You can’t be serious?”

“Oh I’m very serious.” He pecked your forehead.

“Go lie in bed, Captain looks better naked anyways.” He chuckled.

You huffed as he held your hand while you slipped off the centre counter.

Was better than nothing you thought.

No One Disrespects Chris’s Girl

Summary: Your Chris’s girlfriend and an interviewer talks smack about you.

WARNINGS: Swearing, big mad Chrissy, little angst, protective Chris

A/N: Something about Chris in protective mode makes me... hmmm... you’ll see. 

DISCLAIMER: All characters and events written, even those based on real people are entirely fictional and are no representation or comment of said characters in real life. 

Chris settled himself into the director’s chair as an assistant came over to adjust his mic. 

He was doing press rounds his new movie, and it was his last interview for the day. So far, he had really appreciated some of the questions asked about the movie and his future projects and enjoyed catching up with journalists he had worked with before. But he was eager to get home into bed with you. 

 You preferred your privacy so besides the casual question as to how you were doing, journalists were warned to not venture into asking about your life or your relationship with Chris well before the interview began.

 Chris was getting the run down from Meg, this was a new journalist who Chris hadn’t worked with previously, an online gossip blog called GoFlow, that presented their interviews in video form via YouTube....  blah… blah... Seemed sound enough, nothing Chris hadn’t done before. He was expecting the 20 minutes interview block to go by smoothly, answer some of the questions he had already received with a slight variation, get a photo for their blog, maybe even sign a t-shirt for someone’s nephew and what not. These things were usually very straight forward. 

 It was 10 minutes after 4 and the new guy was already late. It isn’t a great look, but Chris was patient and was happy to go overschedule to get the blog what they needed. 

 In came, came the journalist, talking obnoxiously on the phone in the corner of the room.

 “Yeah bro, I’m interviewing Captain America… its sick! I bet I could get him to come to boys’ night. Holy shit imagines the chicks we’d pull... alright yeah bro I gotta go do this interview I’ll call you back.” 

 Chris looked over to Megan, mouthing ‘what the fuck’ she just shook her head in disappointment making a mental note to blacklist them if this gets any worse. 

 Chris was a little taken back by the brashness of not only taking a phone call from your buddy when you’re 10 minutes late to your job but also to talk so loudly about going for drinks with a guy you haven’t met and using him to pick up chicks? 

 Fuck me. 

 He realised then and there that this guy was not gonna be easy to work with even if it was just for the next 20 minutes. 

 “Hey Chris! Buddy, big fan of your work, I’m Miles, let’s get this started shall we.” 

 Chris offered him a polite handshake “Nice to meet you, Miles.” Not. 

 The red dot on the camera facing the two across from each other, started blinking, signaling it was rolling.

 It started off ok, yeah, he asked the basic questions about filming with said co-star and what training Chris had to go for to pull of stunts etc. But Chris, being the professional he is, hid his tiredness, putting on a smile for the camera, and answered the questions charmingly and honestly. 

 “So, Chris, you’ve been with your girlfriend y/n for 2 years now, correct?”

 “Yeah, I have she’s amazing, couldn’t ask for anyone better to have by my side.”

 Hoping that was the end of it. 

 “From the little info you two have shared with the public it seems she has a regular job that’s got to be kind of different from yours huh?”

 Chris was getting a little agitated about the questions regarding you. Not because he didn’t like talking about you just the fact, he referred to your job as “regular”. Sure, you worked a 9-5 but the work you did for the community was far from ordinary and inspired him daily. 

 “I wouldn’t say she has a regular job per say, yes our jobs are different but she’s just as a passionate and hardworking in her incredible role at (insert organisation) as I am about acting, she does amazing work and I’m incredibly proud of her.”

 “Do you ever question her intentions? I mean it seems like she doesn’t earn a lot of money and it’s probably very convenient for someone like her to shack up with a moneybag like yourself? It’s also interesting you chose her compared to some of the models you have dated in the past. I don’t know about you, but I’d take the model over the chubby normie any day ya know? ha ha.”

 Chris saw red. 

 How dare this guy shows up late and then insult the women he loves to not only suggest she’s using him for money but to call his beautiful partner, “chubby”? How you looked was none of this guy’s fucking business, to compare you to his exes who were exes for a reason was unreasonable. Any suggestion you were a gold-digger was also absolutely ridiculous since you hated Chris spending money on you without reason. You worked hard day in, day out for the things you have and never asked Chris for a dime. 

 “Go fuck yourself.”

 “Ummm excuse me?”

 “You heard me, go fuck yourself. How fucking dare, you show up late, regurgitate basic ass questions and then go onto insult the woman I love.” 

 Chris got up from his seat, ripping off the mic and looming over Miles, a member of his team came forwards lousily placing an arm in between Chris and the douchebag journalist.

 “Ya know its assholes like you I’d take a lot of pleasure in beating the fuck up.” His thick Boston accent prominent in every word he spat. His finger firmly pointed towards the journalist’s throat. 

 The journalist went mute in his seat holding his hands up in defence, practically shivering with fear as to what the 6ft jacked actor was going to do to him. 

 Chris quickly exited the room before he caught a felony for laying his hands on the guy.  

 Chris didn’t tell you what happened in the interview. But he didn’t need to because shortly after someone leaked the clip. 

 The internet went nuts in Chris’s favour. 

 “Chris Evans defends partner against arrogant journalist”   “SWOON ALERT: Chris Evans gets BIG MAD”   “Miles Darcy FIRED after Chris Evans interview stunt”   “101 Reasons Chris Evans is every woman’s dream man staring with his infamous interview in which he defends his girlfriend”   “Don’t F*ck with Chris Evans”   “Chris Evans calls out sexist remarks made against girlfriend”

 While press was good, your main concern was how this reflected on Chris’s image.

 Sat in your shared living room, looking up from your phone as you scrolled through the endless articles on the interview. You looked up at your boyfriend who was pacing the room. Still furious at the comments. 

 “You didn’t have to defend me you know.”

 “I didn’t have to DEFEND you!? Y/N when an asshole says shit about you TO MY FACE, there’s no way in fucking hell, I’m going to sit there and treat em with kindness.”

 “Yeah, I know baby, but you threatened him… on camera!”

 “And you know what? I’d do it again. Nothing and I mean nothing is more important to me then you and my family. You are my family. And no one, especially not some scummy asshole journalist is going to get away with saying that shit about you. It is my job… you get me? MY JOB to protect you.”

 You sighed. He was right. Maybe his approach was extreme, but Chris was stubborn and this time he was stubborn for good reason. The guy was a fucking asshole. 

 You walked towards him, closing the space between you both. Wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down towards your chest. He instantly tightened his grip around you and you could feel him ease into your hug with a heavy sigh.

 “Thank you for defending me.” You whispered into his head. 

 “I’m sorry for yelling but yeah, I don’t regret doing it. And if I ever saw that asshole again, I swear to-”

 “I know.” Pressing your finger to his lips to silence him. You moved him to look at you.  “I know.” Nodding your head for emphasis.

 “I love that about you… the way you’d drop anything to save me, or in this case go absolutely ape shit to defend my honour. And that’s why you’re my real-life superhero, baby.” Your fingers now cupping his jaw.

  And… it was pretty hot watching you get mad at him with your ole boston accent.” You smiled at your protector.

 “God, I love you.” He shook his head leaning down to kiss you. 

As always, you amaze me

Chris and I- bringing our Baby home for the first time

18+ just in case ALL FLUFF (slight mention of parent death) bringing baby home from being born choose ur own Chris (its an AU) COMMENTS & REBLOGS APPRECIATED no permission to repost republish or tralnslate.

"Chris why are you driving so slow?" I'm with our baby in the back while he's driving the Audi, (always my favorite car)

"Because"

"Yea but hon it's our private road my baby's gunna turn three before we get to the house."

"Um excuse me its our Baby"

"Sure let's just so with that." I playfully roll my eyes and see Chris pout in the rear view mirror.

"That's not funny you know how long I've wanted a family for."

"I do and I'm sorry." I pause for a few second. "Actually I'm not because you're taking forever and I am in desperate need of a bath and she is going to need to be changed soon and you should get rest. Because I am not letting her cry herself to sleep. A d-"

"You think I'd do that? Hell no."

"Good because I'm not going to be the only one getting up so if you can increase to may at least 10 miles an hour. I'd appreciate it."

"Fine. "

"Dare I even ask for 30?" I flirty teases.

"Don't push it." His lip curls a bit.

My phone dings

"Oooo"

What?

"Scott left us cheesecake in the fridge and your mother will be bringing us dinner! God I love your family."

My tears well up

"I know. I'm sorry hon. I'm sure your mother would've loved to be here but I know she's watching over us. "

"I know I just....."

"Hey it's ok you've got my family and they love you more than me so"

I laugh

"It's gunna be weird without dodger there but I can't wait until he gets to meet his baby sister." I changed the topic in a dime-I know. And I know Chris knows I did that on purpose- it's too painful to talk about right now; especially with emotions all over the place.

"I'm glad everyone understood we wanted some alone time."

"Well it was that or we leave them on a porch to freeze."

"Oh my sweet little one you have no idea how much you're loved." I caress her cheek.

"Oh she knows did you see how much she loved people. Who visited her she drank it up."

"Oh I saw. I'm glad she has a big family who loves her. She's so beautiful."

"Just like her mama."

"Chris."

"What? Its true. She is practically your mini me. Franky I'm thrilled I was terrified."

"Yea gorgeous sexy actor who'd want to look like-"

"You do remember those scene where I had to dress up like a woman."

"Good point I'm still traumatized."

"We all were" he laughs

"Chris did we move at all?"

"Yes I'm getting there. Relax."

"Well she gunna be hungrey I know and you know I know when she is gunna get hungrey."

"And exactly how is that."

"Mommys intuition."

"I want daddy's intuition" he pouted

Oh thats easy see carry the child for 9 months and push them out through-"

"Ok ok I was there I don't need to relive it."

"You asked. We almost there I wanna cuddle. Honey we have plen-"

"Who said you I wanna cuddle with my baby girl."

"Me too."

"Well you know how we solve that?"

"No."

"We all cuddle together. Wait you seriously didn't think of that?"

"Hon I am just focused on the road."

"Chris you realized if you go to 30 miles we would've been there 5 minutes ago. Especially since Mama here is getting Hangrey" I cross my arms.

"Ok good point."

Within 2 minutes were back at home.

Chris and I unlock the carrier I go to get out he tells me to wait. He get the car seat/carrier he puts her down on the porch and we can see her from where we are.

"You left our child alone? I look at him with" widened eyes.

He pauses in mid movement not sure what to do or say

"I'm just kidding we can see her from here but hon I can walk by myself."

"I just want to help."

"Nothing I say will change things will it?"

"Nope."

"Worth a try. Anyway. Alright go. She needs to eat I want to sleep and you are on diper duty."

"Got it."

That was easier than I thought," I thought.

"Mother knows best." He replies

"How the hell do you know what I was thinking."

"Because we are that in sync."

"I had that inadvertent smirk on my face going didnt I?"

"Yes."

Before we bring her in he opens the door and goes inside for a moment. Then he comes back out.

He won't let me bend down to pick up the carrier so he picks her up but he are holding both sides of the carrier as we walk in together. Thankfully he has huge doors.

"Home sweet home baby girl."

We get the tiniest tiniest yawn.

"That was the cutest thing ever awww."

"I got it all on film baby."

"What?"

I put my camera to record this. So I can send it to everyone.

Can you not send it to everyone on your acting friends list, that didn't go over well like anytime but just to our close close friends and family I don't trust everyone and its my baby and I-"

"I know I know calm down mama bear. I already have a baby list and got NDAs."

Ok so he's even more paranoid than me.

There was a moment of silence.

"Chris."

"Yea

"What do we do first with her?"

he pauses

"I dont know."

"She's sleeping I dont want to take her out of her carrier."

"Me either dont wake a sleeping baby. We leave her on the floor and get changed?"

"I guess"

Were besides ourselves but we change and we sit on the floor and just stare at her.

"She's still asleep how is this possible"

"I don't know."

"We must have the most perfect baby ever- look at her sweet little breaths."

We stare at her, intensly for a while longer ok, for a lot while longer. He keeps trying to take his phone out. I put my hands over his. I mean after the 200th photo we can give it a rest and just take it in.

Chris mom, who has a key, had came and knocked with her finger to get our attention

"Why is she still in her carrier?"

"She's still sleeping."

"I dont want to wake her. I know she's gunna be hungrey and you know when she wakes up but I can't I can't help it. She's so."

We don't want to miss anything.

Ok you two how about you get some sleep and let grandma take care of her

Me and Chris both pout

Now go. You two sleep while you can.

Chris helps me up why I don't know. But he does and we crawl into bed and cuddle up and I fall asleep in his arms the next thing I know his mother is gently waking me, telling me she's hungrey.

Our sweet angel is brought in to me and Chris wakes up a second before she's brought into me.. she grabs onto my finger as she feeds.

I love you he kissed my temple

I know

He kisses her head and she gives him the dirtiest look.

I let out a huge laugh.

"You're just like mama" he boops her nose which does nothing to dispell her dirty look.

"Mommy doesn't like to be disturbed when he's eating either."

"Ignore daddy" her eyes turn back to me, turning soft, "hes crazy."

"She likes you better."

"Baby im sure its just cause she loves food and I'm her only clscourse. And she doesn't like me better its just babyy moids." I don't know if that aching but its worth a shot to confort Chris.

"I know she loves yiu too. She made grabbed hands towards you before she fell asleep."

"Really."

"Yea. Right my little angel yiu love daddy too."

We turn on thr TV low and Chris put on C-span.

"One way to get her to sleep. But maybe save c-span for night time. Put on a movie."

"Which one? I don't know."

We finally settle on Disney's Snow White and not soon after she finishes eating and fals right back asleep. I hold her as Chris puts one arm around me and one arm around the baby.

His mother comes in without us realizing and apprently took a few pictures before she told us to say cheese.

"I'm tired"

"Sleep my love."

"We should put her down in her crib first I wanna do it together its the first time." I pout. So I'm exhausted I'm barely able to make it to her nursery but I'm determined for us to do this as a family. We gently placed her in the crib And Chris is apprently a master at hiding camera because he got the whole thing on film. We placed her in her crib and

and back before I'm out like a light. Chris later told me he held me while watching the baby monitor like a hawk until he fell asleep. I mean she's safe and were home and safe. Theres nothing I need more than what I have right now, snuggling into my husband the perfect first time home.

Ok sure she woke up up for feedings (which Chris got up to get her, and diaper changes and swaddling but she's a baby they do that but she's still a perfect baby... our baby... mine and Chris' perfect baby

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Dad! chris evans and mom! reader took their kids to see disney land, florida for the first time!

This is great! I love it! But... I already wrote a Disneyland fic and since I have never been to Disneyland Florida, you have two choices

I repost the one I already did with tweaks (boring... lazy... yawning)

OR

You give me Dad!Chris different scenario... 🤭

Keep it fresh people!

I have this platonic request where Steve Rogers is In the future, being on the avengers team, and living in stark tower. Before he joined, he found his little sister, reader In the retirement home. He visits two or three times a week. One day, when he returned from a mission with Sam and bucky. Steve received word from Natasha that his sister passed away. The team comforts him

Family Matters

A/N: Aww this was sad but very sweet! Thank you for your request I hope you liked it. 

Steve adjusted his tie in the mirror, picking up the bouquet he made his way to the local retirement centre. 

 “Hey Steve!” Molly, the friendly nurse welcomed the striking superhero at the front desk. 

 “Hey Molly, how’s she doing?” Steve smiled nervously at her as they walked down the hall to your room

 “For a 88 year old pretty good, I’ll leave you two to it.” She smiled, scanning him through the facility and opening the door to the luxurious room.

 “This is the 3rd time this week! Shouldn’t you be saving the world or something.” The elderly woman croaked from her bed. Peering her eyes over her book.

 “It’s good to see you too SJ.” Steve pulled up the chair next to her bed, grabbing her wrinkly hand in his young ones.

 “You look good for someone whose 93.” She smirked at him.

 “Yeah, well you were always the better looking one. Mom would always say she saved her best looks for you.”

 “She did and I didn’t need no serum for it… just lots of sunscreen and luck!”  

Her chuckled at his aging sister. While she may be old, he could still see flashes of her golden locks now camouflaged in a sea of grey locks above her head. They say the eyes don’t age and they were right. Her piercing blue orbs still as bright as the last day he saw them before he went off to war. 

 “How you feeling sis?” His eyes turned to concern.

 “I’m old Steve, I aint supposed to feel like I’m 22.”

 “Yeah, I know, I know but how’s your heart? Are they treating it?”  

“It’s still pumping, they keep trying to feed me this stupid medication.” She waved her hand at the bedside table, peppered with Rx bottles. 

 “You gotta take ‘em SJ.” Steve’s tone turned serious as he scolded his sister.

 “Like hell I do! Aint no way I’m interfering with God’s plan for me.”

 When Steve found out SJ (Sarah Jr) was still alive, his first order of business was moving her out of the crappy government retirement home they shoved old timers in who have no family. He got her a room in the best facility in the country with the best doctors and the best care. 

 Steve sighed at his sister’s stubbornness. Doctors were doing their best but without her taking the meds she didn’t have long. 

 “Well, you’re the only family I’ve got left.” Steve grabbed one of the bottles, shaking out two pills into his hand.

 “So, I need you to take the pills, Sarah.” She looked at her brother with a scowl.

 “Please?” Taking the pills from him she gestured for the water on the bedside table. Swallowing the tablets and then sticking her tongue out at him for good measures. 

 “Good girl.”

 The siblings laughed as they talked about the changing world, family members once here now gone and reminisced on happy childhood memories. 

 The sun had gone down and visiting hours were almost up. Steve got up to leave, grabbing his jacket from the chair. 

 “Alright well I’ll see you next Thursday then.”

 “Hopefully.” She gave him a soft smile. He went to exit the room

 “And Steve?”

 “Yeah sis?”

 “Thank you for all this. It’s very cushy. I’m glad to have you back.”

 Steve walked over back to the bed. Kissing his sister on her forehead. 

 “It’s good to be back.” He smiled. “Love you, see you next week! And take your goddamn pills woman!”

 “Love you too.” She whispered as he left the door. 

Exiting the ship with Bucky, Steve was met with a solemn Natasha, Stark and Bruce at the base of the ship.

 “What’s with the long faces, we came back in one piece didn’t we.” Bucky quipped. 

 “Steve, I… it’s… the retirement home called… It’s SJ...” Natasha choked out, holding back tears.

 Bucky’s face dropped. 

 Steve didn’t even respond, walking straight past all of them towards his car, still in full uniform.

 “Captain.” Stark went to stop him but Bucky put his hand on his shoulder, pulling him back.

 “Let him go.”

 Steve raced into the facility, jogging down the halls until he saw a blotchy faced, Molly at his sister’s door. 

 “Steve, I’m so sorry.” 

 She stepped aside to let him into the room.

 The flowers he brought last week now dead, with fallen petals surrounding the base of the vase. 

 Her bed now neatly made with a singular envelope on top.

 He sat on the bed slowly, patting the now pressed white sheets. 

 He picked up the letter.

 “STEVE” written on the outside in his sisters handwriting. 

 Opening it slowly, he read the contents. 

 Steve, I told you I wasn’t going to interfere with God’s plan and our lord has decided it’s my time. While you didn’t age one bit, some of us did and while I know this pains you, life and death must prevail. If momma saw you now, she’d beam with pride, I’ll make sure to tell her how our little Steve has saved humanity time and time again. I don’t have many possessions and no family besides you. So, while I can’t give you anything material to remember me by, you have my eternal gratitude for making sure my last days on earth was some of the happiest of my life. I think the last time I smiled like I did with you was before you left. Tell Bucky, I love him, and he missed out on taking a dime like me out! 

 While it hurts now, I know you will continue making me proud without me there. I will always be your biggest cheerleader.  

 I love you Stevie.

 Yours truly,

Sarah J Rogers. 

 Tears fell onto the paper, as Steve sat there, letting it drop to the ground. He wept at the loss of his sister.

 Hours later, Steve returned to Stark Towers. The AVENGERS gathered around the table in silence, anticipating his arrival. He entered the room, heads raised waiting for him to speak.

 “She’s gone.”

 Immediately, they all rose to comfort him. Surrounding him in a warm hug. 

 “She was the last bit of family I had.” Steve cried out.

 “That’s just not true buddy.” Tony interjected. 

 “We are a family.” Natasha added. 

 Steve gave the group a soft smile through tears, Bucky coming up to him and embracing him in a hug.

 “Hey, hey, it’s ok, I’ve got you.” Comforting him in a hug as Steve fell into his arms. Tears staining the cold shoulder of his metal arm. 

 The rest of the evening was spent sharing memories of her life as the group laughed and cried, reminiscing on the now gone sister. 

 “Gosh, If I only I ever told her how much I liked her.” Bucky groaned.

 “She knew buddy, she knew.” Steve turned his best friend, smiling. 

Your Chris's fluff alphabet was great. Can you write a smit alphabet?

Chris Evans | NSFW Alphabet

A/N: I cant write a smit one but I can write a smut one. Lol. But also thank you cause I love these and loved my fluff one!! If anyone wants any fics on any of the letters send it to my inbox babies x

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Chris will want to remain inside of you for a while after you’re both done, just catching his breath plus he likes the feeling of being inside of you but eventually you’ll shove him until he gets up and goes to the bathroom. He comes back with a warm cloth and then slowly cleans you up, making sure you’re alright, asking you your favourite part (He loves hearing he did good, mans has a praise kink). Then he’ll make sure you pee (YOU HAVE TO PEE) because he knows UTIs aint pretty and doesn’t want to be the reason you get one. Sometimes you’ll have a shower together and he’ll wrap you up in a towel and then takes you back to bed, cuddle with you and pat your hair until you’ve fallen asleep. Sometimes if you both aren’t completely dead by the end, he’ll open the door and let Dodger back in, make you both tea and you’ll cuddle while watching a movie.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

His hands calloused and rough his fingers fit perfectly around your throat, and he always knows the right kind of pressure to apply with his fingers against your skin or your pussy. You can’t get enough of his long digits deep inside of you or down your throat as you taste yourself on him. He also loves how good his hand looks around your pretty little throat, the way your eyes roll back into your head, and you gasp a little at the partial loss of air.

Everyone thinks Chris is an ass guy… and he is but your tits make him go wild. He’s arguably toeing the line over into tit guy territory. He always wants to have his face in them, even if you’re just sitting on his lap innocently, he calls them his favourite pillows. During sex, they’re always one of the main places he goes, just licking and sucking and nibbling on your nipples knowing it makes your back arch and you let out a gaspy moan. He loves the sound.  He’s also gotten very used to tit jobs and while they don’t do much for you, you love how excited he gets, mounting you and putting his cock between your tits.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Chris has a massive breeding kink, so the idea of you filled with his cum turns him on beyond belief and he wants as much of it in you as possible. Which includes shoving the oozing cum back in you with his fingers once he cums in you. Sure, you look absolutely gorgeous to him when its covered over your cheek and you show him his load on your tongue before you swallow but nothing beats a good cream pie.

The thought of putting a baby in your warm, soft womb and it being his, how nice and round your belly would get with his baby – drives him nuts. He’ll wait a little longer though for the real thing.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You get a pedicure every month and always pearly white toes and Chris always asks to see them after, rubbing your feet, giving your toes a cheeky suck. He loves how they look against his cock when you tease it with your feet. It’s not an outright foot fetish but he does find your feet weirdly sexy, especially in heels or sandals. Especially the fact that they’re connected to your strong, curvy legs.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

The man has history and he’s not ashamed of it. He always says there may have been girls before you but you’re the one in his bed every night so who cares. You weren’t no angel either! He always tells you the sex with you is different and he hasn’t experienced that level of intimacy and love with anyone else, plus you two are always doing new things together so it’s not like you haven’t had firsts with each other.

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying)

One week when Chris took you away to the cabin, he pulled out the Kuma Satra and you attempted every position in the book. Granted, some required flexibility that neither of you two could muster but it was one of the best weeks of his life. Trying out new things, you two never leaving the bedroom except for food and water. He loved it.

But the classics are still his favourite, particularly doggy in front of the mirror. This way he can see your pretty face when you cum. He loves how good you look with your back curved, ass high up in the air. He’ll bend over a little and put his fingers in your mouth or around your throat or force you to look at yourself by pulling on your hair. The angle is the best for both of you, with Chris hitting the super deep spots and you not having to do much work. He loves watching your ass jiggle and ripple when he has you in doggy, he can’t get enough of the thickness of your ass and how it feels when he rolls it around in his large hands, trying to get as much as he can.

But when he’s feeling a bit more romantic and intimate, it’s just classic missionary. He can look at your face and kiss your neck, intertwine your fingers, and hold your hands above your head. he likes it when you wrap your legs around him, trying to take him as deep as possible and the way your chest presses up against his, that alone drives him crazy.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in that moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

The Kuma Satra week ended a lot of the time with you both falling into each other, laughing your heads off. He likes how you don’t take it too seriously all the time and he can joke or tease you a bit. Sometimes in doggy or when he’s going down on you, he’ll make a stupid joke saying he found a mole you’ve never seen before, looking up at you smirking. Early on in your relationship you named his dick “The Captain” and while at first, he groaned and told you not to call it that, he got on with the inside joke quickly. He’ll come up behind you and say, “The Captain is on alert.” Then rub his boner against you, or text you that “The Captain misses you”.

We love The Captain.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes)

You banned Chris from shaving his snail trail because you just loved it so much. When he doesn’t have to shave his chest for movies, you’re the happiest girl alive. You love the big manly chest. Down low, he keeps it trimmed, it’s much like his beard in texture and length.

As for you, he says he doesn’t like hair in his food, but you were waxing way before he came along so it didn’t matter. A little hair isn’t going to stop him though so if you get lazy and let it grow, he treats it all the same. He knows better than to start telling a woman what to do with her body.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Chris feels that intimacy isn’t just sex. It’s the little jokes you share or the soft squeeze of your waist to pull you closer. He’s a complete and utter romantic normally, and sex really comes into that.

He cried having sex with you once and when you thought you had done something completely wrong, he just looked up and said

“Sawrry its not you… well it is… I just got a little emotional about how much I love you and how lucky I am to be so close to you… its nothing though we can keep going if ya want. Sorry it’s probably not the biggest turn on to have a guy cry during sex” Safe to say you cried as well.

He thinks what you two have is super special and loves every second he gets to be close to you in that regard. He likes the ritual of lighting a candle, giving you a nice massage or putting rose petals on the bed just because.

He’s intense, when he’s deep inside of you, looking into your eyes and your hands are interlocked he’ll tell you he loves you with complete earnest laced in his voice. He loves that he’s able to be so intimate and vulnerable with you and only you. He thinks sex between you two is sacred and goes above just fucking – it’s an act of love and devotion for him and he makes that known every time.

J = Jack off (Masturbation head canon)

While nothing beats the feeling of you, long stretches of time away meant he had to take matters into his own hands (literally). Doesn’t mean he doesn’t take all the help he can get even to the point of spraying your perfume on the pillow and pulling out a pair of your panties from his luggage. And obviously, facetiming you no matter how tired he is. Being able to see your face and hear your voice as you egg him on sends him over the edge. He loves watching you doing your thing on camera, turning him on. He’ll lock the door and silence his phone, so all his attention is on your pretty little face.

When your miles away and fast asleep, he’ll go off the endless photos and videos on his phone of you… some with clothes on and some not…

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

The way you call him Daddy drives him wild, you’d never do it in front of people, but he loves hearing it. The way you release into his strong figure, letting him take control of things. He loves how cock drunk you get, unable to talk with him inside of you as he pry your mouth open with his thumb, rubbing it along your lower lip.

Pulling your arms behind your back in doggy and holding them secure with his hands is the nice and quick old-fashioned way. But you’ve got a little time, he’ll get out the fluffy handcuffs, they were a joke at first, but he loves watching you squirm, unable to touch his chest, his arms, his face or your clit, desperate for a release.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom obviously is the top option; everything you need, endless privacy and the bathroom is right there.

But you both get a secret kick out of event bathrooms, doing a sneak away, one at a time to be discrete. The last person closing the door behind them and immediately you two jumping on each other, literally, you’ll jump him, and he’ll catch you readily, lips attached yours as he places you on the sink while your hands fall to his belt, trying to get it undone as quickly as possible.

The back of cars get too stuffy and aren’t your favourite, but he’ll slip his fingers under your dress and tease your clit a bit or you’ll palm him over his pants maybe even stroke it a little before you have to get out, both now horny and frustrated till the moment you can sneak away.  

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you wear his clothes.

When you’re sweaty after a workout, he reckons you taste like a beautiful, salty/sweet mix and he loves how you look in leggings.

When you have to jump a little to get something off a high shelf or when running up the stairs and your boobs bounce, and a ripple falls across your whole body.

 Anything tight and sexy that shows off your soft skin and the curve of your body – he adores. When you have to be serious for a work call or a meeting. He could watch you talk all day in your professional voice over zoom, hair in a claw clip and glasses on your face, only he can see the tiny shorts your wearing under the desk. He calls you his sexy receptionist and he’d stare at you all day if he didn’t want to rip your clothes off.

But his true motivation, is people flirting with you. All the ogling eyes, lingering stares, and poor attempts to whoo you motivate him more to pull you closer, take you home and prove to you, who really deserves your love and that he’s the only guy allowed to take you to bed.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Three ways and above. Chris was never good with sharing growing up so there is no way in hell that he would ever share his favourite thing in the world… you. People think you have this open Hollywood relationship, but it couldn’t be further from the truth because he is extremely loyal and holds you to the same standard, he holds himself. 100% Monogamous. He wants to be the only one making you cum. (and he gets jealous way too easily)

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves when you get on your knees and worship his cock, and all your little tricks you do with your tongue and mouth. But he much prefers the way you react when he goes down on you.

He loves overstimulating you and making you go crazy; he knows if you say stop you don’t really mean it (you have another safe word) because your hand is pulling his head deep into your core. He’ll pull your legs over his shoulders, get a firm grip on the skin of your ass and pin you down to the bed and his favourite, using his strength to pin you up against the wall effortlessly no matter your size. He won’t stop until you’re completely out of juices to cover his beard with. He loves the taste of you on his tongue, the feeling of you pulling on his hair and leaving red marks on his back. He doesn’t care if he can’t really breathe while he’s being smothering by the beautiful, soft, plump skin of your thighs. Lapping, sucking, nibbling, and rubbing with his tongue and fingers.

Chris thinks he has a magical tongue… and he does, he just doesn’t let you hear the end of it. He will always go down on you first, he likes it even more than getting head. He’ll be between your legs, licking and sucking up every drop of your sweet goodness, spitting on your folds, inhaling the scent of you and holding you down as you try and wiggle out of his grip. It’s a lot of “Give me one more baby.” And “God, you go crazy for my mouth don’t ya sweetheart?” He’s such a dick about it but you love him between your legs so you’re not gonna complain. He’s not just using it on your pussy... no… he’s licking at your ear, rolling it along your thighs or your lower back and shoving it in your mouth whenever he gets the chance – he always tastes either like mint gum or beer… and sometimes both and it’s a delicious mixture that makes you go weak.

Especially, when you’re on your stomach and he can move his tongue up towards your tight little hole, teasing it to prepare it for his finger.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough, slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends, sometimes sex is for you two to reconnect in an intimate, sexual “I missed you” way and then its slow and sensual with lots of slow, deep wet kisses and you can enjoy feeling every vein of him against your walls.

But other times, to get you both over the edge it’ll move into the vigorous pace of his balls slapping against your pussy and his cock pounding into you so you can feel every hit of your cervix.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickie, how often etc.)

With Chris’ schedule you don’t get many nights together and you both kind of like the sudden thrill of ripping each other’s clothes off to get as close as you possibly can. Wherever and whenever you can, his pants will be at his ankles and your dress ridden up, with you pushed against the nearest wall or surface. You stopped wearing underwear so frequently so he could always have easy access. It always ends with you just making sure your dress doesn’t look weird after a quickie in the bathroom and you trying to push him off because he keeps kissing and rubbing on you saying he wants more. But you always end, smiling from him kissing every inch of your face and tickling your sides to emit those cute little giggles.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

If no one gets hurt… he’ll do it. While you two don’t do anything super crazy, he gets a kick out of reading some bizarre sex tip online or seeing some crazy position and then doing it with you. He brought a massage candle and went crazy for the feeling of you pouring hot wax on his chest. He likes trying new things because he figures you never know what crazy idea will make its way onto your permanent list of activities.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He goes well for his age, as long as you cum at least twice he’s happy. Hell, he could go all day with breaks for meals. One time as a “joke” he took Viagra. He didn’t need it; a buddy just gave it to him as a joke and he took it. You both were sore for the next 2 weeks because he couldn’t stop fucking you. You tried a thousand different things to try and get him over the edge, you were up till 4am until sleep gave in. It was fun but the mix of horniness and inability to cum just made him go crazy. You promptly banned him from ever taking it again.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

The drawer. You two are kinky, so you have a whole drawer in his bedside table dedicated to toys. Handcuffs, rope, blindfolds, butt plugs, vibrators, dildos, vibrator remotes – you don’t always use them (because you don’t have to) but it’s always fun when you have time and want to get a little extra spicier. He’ll sometimes lean over and grab the little bullet vibrator he got for you and place it on your clit while he’s fucking you, for that little extra push to get you over the edge.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Chris is a massive tease whether it’s coming out of the bathroom holding his towel so it’s just covering the Captain or coming up behind you, barely scraping his crotch against your ass. Always the non-cholent, faux innocence asking you what you’re doing, how you are feeling, if you want some loving. Running his hands down your sides, moving them towards your hips and ass and giving you soft grabs, pinching at your rolls to make you giggle. Then you’ll confront him and ask him what he’s doing, and he’ll go all “Oh nothing… don’t worry about it.”

Sometimes, he’ll even just pretend not to care when you’re in the mood, giving you “hmms and umms” not looking up from whatever he’s doing just to see how long you can take it. Like a fucking psycho.

He knows not to tease you too much when you’re in the mood or in the moment or you’ll start crying from frustration, Chris doesn’t want his baby crying he just wants to make you feel good. He also can’t keep his hands off you for long.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

There’s no need to be quiet with the house to yourself so Chris is full of groans and grunts, even a little bit of whining if you tease him too long, to the point your neighbours probably think he’s in pain…

But he loves how much you love dirty talk whispered in your ear.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon)

Your period and Chris’ schedule don’t always see eye to eye. Meaning when he comes home after a long time away and all he wants to do is bury his cock in you, a bit of blood is the last thing that’s going to stop him. He’ll throw a towel down and never makes a big deal if a little gets on him, it’s just a period. You also enjoy it more (if that’s even possible with Chris), all your hormones running wild, orgasms and sensations are heightened. He notices it a huge help with your mood swings and cramps so now he just sees it as a win-win situation.

He’s not putting his head down there though.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

We’ve all seen it. That shit is as thick as a coke can.

So, Chris knows that before he even tries to push it there must be lube. Whether that’s the good stuff from the bottle, his spit or him taking extra time to get you really turned on beforehand. Because there is no way that thing is slipping in raw. He’ll always make sure to mention how tight you are around him and how good you take his cock.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty fucking high… but not to exhaustion.

If Chris is at home, you’re doing it 4 times a week minimum. Morning, during breakfast, lunch, before bed, middle of the night – it doesn’t matter if you’re both game and wanting. It’s impressive for his age and he doesn’t isn’t the old man he claims his is with all that energy to please you. You think he’s trying to make up for all the times he’s away. Maybe if he wasn’t away for half the year it’d be steady and normal but he always comes home ravenous and desperate for you.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep)

After a hot and heavy love making session, once you’ve both done the necessary aftercare you are both spent. Chris nuzzles his bearded chin into your chest or neck and falls right asleep in your warm embrace and you both drop off pretty quickly. But don’t worry he’ll be nudging you awake at 2am for round 2.

A Happy New Year Indeed with Chris

18+ just incase a lot of sensual kissing and fluff but thats it. It's very sweet.

Comments welcome and appreciated as are re blogs. No reports reprints or translations.

Chris twirls me around and pulls me in his arms 

"I am so happy I met you, That you're here. That you're with me."

"I'm just happy that you chose me. I don't care if I'm he- well I do care I mean I'd rather be here then-" I looked into his eyes and I just get get lost-  we're about 4.5  inches different  in height so I can stare at his blue eyes anytime easily.

"Sweetheart"

"Yeah,"  I say not breaking eye contact

His hand reaches  up to my face and his thumb caresses my cheek. I feel some texture on my skin from his hand-

"What is it?"

"Nothing "

"You're staring" 

"Because I have something to stare at."

It's true his eyes were insane blue 

"You're sure this is ok?" I ask.

 He grasped my hand that I had on his chest.

"Everything is perfect there is no there place I'd rather be cara mia "

" Don't suck up to me."I love it when he talks Italian. I don't know why I think it's sexy on him…. Or from him.  

"I mean it anytime you want to go-" 

"Hey, look at me." 

I look at him. 

"I want this, I want you and me.  My friends can I  can't always see them but I can see them more than I can see you. More than we can see  each other. And I just want to hold you so bad without having to care who sees us.  I want to be right here. I want you in my arms. I want you to be with me. I want you get it through that thick skull of yours  in falling in love with you and I want you in my arms as much as I can; ok. And this is how It can be. We just gotta take things in stride love.   I love you nothing can beat this I want you here. I want to be with you. Just stay here in my arms ill show you,"  he smirks

"Nothing  is better for you than me hmm.."

He starts kissing my neck

"nothing I want more than you...." 

"Ok ok I get it you wanted me in your arms and you got it mister." I blush

"Good cause I'm used to getting what I want."

"What a spoiled little movie star." 

"Oh you have no idea." 

"I'm just saying if you want to go to the party you can dont worry about me."

"Sweeth-"

"I can go if you want or just stay behind I mean you-"

"Honey"

"I just know you-"

He pressed his lips to mine, effectively silencing me.

"Will you listen? I want some time alone with you they get it. I rarely get anytime with just you me and Dodger. I like it. Waking up and feeling you in my arms. God its the best feeling knowing the girl of my dreams is right where I want her. I mean come on. I just like this morning I was up early."

"Such a romantic."

"So I woke up and I was you were just resting your head on my chest with you hand on it and you took my breath away.  I just smiled thinking I love you hoping i'll go to bed like this today and waking up like that tomorrow. 

I thought God I'd love waking up to having the girl I love look at me like this."

"Everything is want. Everything I want. " he kissed me in my neck 

I giggled shrunging my shoulder up and I could feel the side of lips curl up. But he never move his head across my neck 

"That I think we should wake up like this everyday"

Kiss.

"Ya know how much I wanted you in that moment?"

Kiss.

"And how much I want you now"

Kiss.

"How beautiful you look." 

Kiss.

"How i just want you to be mine forever."

Kiss.

"And how happy i'd be if that was my life every day."

Kiss.

"How much I cherish you"

Kiss.

"How I'd make sure you'd never want for anything"

Kiss.

Then from my neck he moved move up with his nose but giving me small kissed until he reached my head  and could feel his hot breath on my ear

"And God how much I want you right now."

I was having trouble steadying my breath as one of his hands under my sweater just at the small of my back  his nose brushes up against mine and nuzzle it then finally moved in for a kiss. It was sweet but passionate and I could tell he was holding back a bit. Not wanting to rush me but when we broke I nodded to him. 

"You're sure?"

I nodded 

Point of view change 

He gave you opened mouthed kisses on you lips and had trailed down to you shoulders . He had giggled and as he sweetly kept saying "shhhh "

As Chris went to get on his knees he lowered yoj with him gently .

"I got you," he said so softly. Brushing hair away from your face as he lowered you to the floor completely, hovering over yiu body.  Seeing his smile you can't help but smile too. His hand went to your face as the other hand  one interlaced your fingers  interlaced together 

He gave you a kiss in the center of your neck so he can then tease you with his nose bringing it up to you Chris dragged his nose a bit reaching the top of your neck dragging you chin up with him as his nose moved up.  Your breath quickened a bit. And he noticed

"Hey, I got you relax Baby."

"I"

Kiss.

"Would never,"

Kiss.

"Hurt you."

Kiss

"Trust me" he nipped on your jaw and an  involuntary moan came out of your mouth Chris smirked at what he found. He started kissing you in your jaw

"Chris"

"Mmm??"

"Stop teasing"

"Yes my love," he put his mouth on yours. This time he moaned into the kiss making you somehow more relaxed and trusting and then the two of you made out like teenagers for practically and hour, only breaking when you needed hair. Neither one pg you exactly knew why you broke the kissing completely but you both were panting this then took a few moments before he rolled over on his back  catching his breath

You leaned on your side  putting your hand in his chest 

"Well that was boring"

He let our a chuckle as his arm wrapping around your waist bringing you to him. You kissed his jaw

"Don't start that again I need to breathe. Franky so did you." Yiu were panting a bit more, nit used to the Chris Evans kissing treatment.  Lying in front of the fire you two could just lay there in silence and it would be fine. Scratch that, it was fine. 

Neither of you are sure you'd been there when you spoke up

"I'm getting hungry"

"Me too" 

"Not like-"

"I know, I know I'm teasing. "

This is fun  though 

"Yea you think?" He chuckled 

He wrapped both arms around you pulling you into him placing letting kisses where he found any skin 

The heat of the fire keeping you both warm despite  the large ceiling to floor windows

There wasn't any thing for either of you  to  say. But  it didn't matter everything felt perfect regardless. 

A bit later, once you both could breathe normally you two laid down in bed snuggled together. Dodger who was perfected at the edge of the bed and how moved in front of the fire making you laugh 

"I uh think we took his spot."

You both snuggled together. 

And you both had fallen asleep before you knew it. But you had woken up at around 3 am.   

You blinked a few times and then looked up at him;  so beautiful, so handsome his eyelashes, the small curls on his lips and how they were still slightly swollen from making out before and then you remembered it's officially the New Year and you're in love for the first time in your life. Truly in love. Even though it excited you your heart rate couldn't be more calmer. With him. 

You closed your eyes again, with a smile on your face and then next time you opened them seeing Chris face smiling at you.

"Happy new year love"

A Happy new year indeed…..

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Oh oh! What about Chris Evans finds out that he is going to be a dad for the first time!!!!!

Bubba

A/N: Dad Chris kills me. Enjoy 💕☘️

You hand fell to your mouth in a gasp as you eyed the little blue line on the stick in front of you. Tears well in your eyes. You were pregnant. 

Chris and you had been trying for months, it was a lot of good sex but also a lot of “maybe next month.” In anticipation of the red line. You and Chris were looking into IVF and were going to enquire about it next month. No matter what it took, you both were going to make sure you had the first of many babies. 

It couldn’t have come at a better time, with Chris due to arrive home from filming tomorrow night and you knew the perfect way to tell him.

“Honey I’m home.” He sung out as you heard the sound of a roller bag and jangling keys. 

You jumped from your seat in the living, Dodger, on your lap, tail wagging with excitement. 

Dodger hadn’t left your side since Chris left, 2 weeks ago. Sure, he was always cuddly and cute, but he wouldn’t stop following you around and would whine whenever you’d leave the house or go to the bathroom. Something told you; he knew even before you did. 

You pulled out the plastic wrapped test from behind you. 

“Hold, good boy.” The pup delicately grabbed the stick in his mouth. 

“Dodger stays, ok honey?” You whispered to the pup. Making your way out to the entryway to meet Chris. 

“There’s my girl.” Chris pulled you into a dramatic kiss, your back arching to give him more access to your mouth.

“How you feeling?”

“Pretty good, you?”

“Happy to be home so I can snuggle my favourite girl and-.”

His head shot up in curiosity, he pinged the lack of puppy excitement, no dog nails clacking on the floorboards. 

“Dodger… where are you buddy?”

With the sound of his dad’s voice booming through the house, Dodger came bulldozing into the foyer.

“Hey buddy, hey hey! I’m home.” Chris let you go, crouching down to meet his furry friend.

“Hey what you got there? That a new toy?” Chris grabbed the plastic from the dog’s mouth, unwrapping its tight seal to figure out what the hell was underneath.

“What the hell is this, Y/N, did you-“  

You could see the gears in his head turning as he registered the stick in front of him, blue cap and white long body, he had seen one of these before, plenty of times in the last month but one thing made this particular test different. Two sharp red lines. 

“No way.” He whispered.

“No fucking way.” You stood off to the side, hands nervously fidgeting as Dodger, unaware of what was going on, thrashed his head between the two of you wondering if he had done a good job.

Chris finally looked up to face you, eyes already becoming red and watery at the news.

“You’re pregnant.”

“Well, yes, but I haven’t gone to the doctors yet but I did it yesterday and I didn’t want- OMG.” Not letting you finish, Chris pulled you into him, lifting you off the ground.

“We are gonna be parents! We are gonna be parents! We are gonna be parents!” He jumped around with you in his arms ecstatic at the news. 

Promptly falling out of his haze of excitement into dad mode;

“Oh my god! Wait you’re pregnant sorry… sorry… sorry little bean, you, ok? That was, ok? Do you need to sit down? Was I too rough?” His arms falling softly to your waist, inching towards your soft stomach, eyes filled with concern.

“I’m ok haha I’m only a couple of weeks according to the test.”

Pulling you into his arms, his hand falling to stroke your hair. 

“Jesus, I knew you looked more beautiful than when I last saw you but wow you’ve just made me the happiest guy in the world Y/N, I’m going to be a dad… finally.” 

He choked up at the final statement, all he had ever wanted was right in his arms at this very moment and he didn’t know whether to cry from joy or continue jumping from excitement. 

You cranked your head up to look at him, smiling with glee at his reaction. “I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone but you.” You said, earnestly. 

“You. Are going to be an amazing mom.” He beamed at you, seriousness laced in his voice, believing every word he spoke. 

“Thanks baby… Doctor’s appointment is Friday, it’s not an ultrasound just a test to confirm.”

“I still want to go. Every appointment, baby shop, birthing class, private doula… whatever you need from this moment on I will be there.” 

“I don’t think I could do it without you there, I’m beside myself with nerves.”

“You’ll be a natural… have you told ya ma?”

“No, you’re the first person to know… besides Dodger, little bubbas hasn’t stop following me around.”

“Good boy, keeping bubba safe.” Dodger beamed at the praise he so desperately needed from his master.

“Do you want to tell people yet or wait? Up to you honey.” Chris stroked your arm, lovingly. 

You couldn’t help but appreciate how selfless he was about it all. You know the next 9 months that if you said jump, he’d say how high.

“I kinda want to just stay in this little bubble for a bit… all 4 of us you know? To be sure.”

“Sounds perfect my dear.” He planted a kiss on your lips, then crouched down.

“I love you already.” He whispered on your clothed belly, placing a delicate kiss as you ran your hands through his hair. 

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