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He's gorgeous.

Sebastian + bed

I wanna recreate this so bad

+Masterlist+

Bucky Barnes

(GIF not mine)

One shots:

Metal arm: Bucky Barnes x little!reader

A mess: Bucky Barnes x little!reader

It's always the bottle: Bucky Barnes x little!reader

Long hair: Bucky Barnes x little!reader

Don't ever do that: Bucky Barnes x little!reader

Not yet: Bucky Barnes x little!reader

Daddy got scared: Bucky Barnes x little!reader

Don't go: 40's!Bucky Barnes x little!reader

Where's daddy?: (Winter soldier)Bucky Barnes x little!reader

Mini series:

If love was your option: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader.

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Slasher: *trying to threaten Y/N*

Y/N: well shit I’m wet now

Slasher: 😧 *Wtf calm down*

Can I request little reader X Chris Evans 🥺👉👈

From your last fic, that point where she says, here's your dog." Same scenario... Like maybe Chris hears that you are not faithful to him or something and is mad about it. little baby is playing with doger and he yells at her and says he's not her dog etc etc. Is very mean until she probably runs away and he realises his mistake and tries hard to find her? Plenty fluff.

Thank you 🥺❤️

my little baby

pairing: daddy!Chris Evans x little!Reader

warnings: angst, DDLG relationship, fluff, Chris accuses the reader of cheating, lots of crying.

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

Chris didn't know why he was letting this article get to him.

there were always going to be articles accusing you of cheating on him, but he should have learned to not let it affect him.

but when there were pictures of you out to lunch with another guy, he was livid. instead of confronting you about it, like any decent person would do, he just ignored you. not the smartest idea.

you had no idea why your daddy was ignoring you, but you assumed it was because he didn't love you anymore. you concluded that you must have done something to make him hate you, and you were just waiting for him to tell you he didn't want to be your daddy anymore.

you didn't know what you were going to do when that day came, but you could only hope to win him back over, but nothing worked.

you stopped trying, and just enjoyed the time you had left with Dodger until you weren't allowed to see him anymore.

you were playing with Dodger in yours and Chris's bedroom, when he came in. he had just gotten home from set, and he looked tired.

"hi, daddy." you said, and frowned when you got a grunt in return.

"I did all my chores," you said, hoping that would give you more of a response.

you got another grunt. your lower lip wobbled, and you turned to face him. "why are you mad at me?" you asked, tears rimming your eyes.

he rolled his eyes and scoffed as he took off his jacket. "don't act like you don't know." he said, and you furrowed your brows, his angry attitude causing you to become even littler, your speech being affected.

"what I do?"

Chris rolled his eyes at you again and faced you. "don't play dumb, y/n. I saw the pictures. I know you're cheating on me. so I don't know why you're still here, playing with MY dog, when there's clearly someone else you'd rather be with." he spat, and you broke down in silent sobs at his accusation.

you sniffled, and Chris lost it. "enough with the damn tears! you're only crying because you got caught, so fucking quit it already!"

you looked up at him. "I not cheatin'!" you exclaimed, and Chris rolled his eyes.

"then why are there pictures of you with another guy all over Instagram and Twitter?!" he yelled, and you finally clued in to why he thought that, but it just made you even angrier.

you stood up and faced him. "dat was my fwend! he's gay!" you said, before crying more and walking fast towards the door.

"I weave. you pway with your doggy!" you spat, and ran out the door. you heard Chris swear and come after you, but you continued running, increasing your speed. your eyes locked on the front door just as you realized that Chris was chasing after you, and made a beeline for it.

"Y/N NO!" Chris yelled at you as you opened the door, but you didn't stop. you weren't allowed to leave the house without him when you were little, but you didn't care about the rules at the moment, only getting away from the mean man.

you ran out the door and down the driveway. your feet hurt like hell as they pounded against the rock driveway, but after a few seconds it stopped, and you realized it was because Chris reached you and picked you up.

"hey! stop!" he said, as you sobbed and struggled against him. "C'mon. inside." he said as he struggled to get you and your flailing limbs in the house.

"NO!" you screeched, but to no avail. he carried you inside, and sat you on the couch. he crouched in front of you and tried brushing the hair out of your eyes but you wouldn't let him. "'TOP! NO TOUCHING!" you screeched while sobbing and Chris backed up and sitting on the coffee table, respecting your boundaries.

you curled up in a ball and sobbed, not looking at Chris as he started talking.

"baby, I'm so sorry." he said, but you sobbed harder. "I should have talked to you instead of assuming and believing the internet. baby, look at dada, please?" he asked and you shook your head.

"baby?" he begged, a hint of tears in his voice, and you shook your head.

"NO! you think I cheated on you! I hate you!" you expressed, and Chris couldn't stop his tears that fell as you said the last three words.

"baby, please just look at me." he begged and you shook your head again.

"go away!" you begged back, and he tried once more.

"honey, I-"

"GO AWAY!" you screeched, and he finally complied, walking out of the room and giving you space.

you didn't move for hours, eventually falling asleep on the couch from exhaustion. Chris had tried earlier to bring you dinner but you yelled at him again and he hadn't bothered you since.

eventually Chris ventured back down the stairs to try and coax you to bed, when he found you asleep on the couch in nothing hut your leggings and a t shirt, trembling ever so slightly.

he sighed, and scooped you up. he carried you up the stairs, and laid you under the covers in bed. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, and grabbed the spare comforter from the closet that he had for cold winter nights, and headed downstairs to the couch. he laid down on the couch and fell into a restless sleep.

that was, until 4 am, when he was awoken by sobbing and a weight on his chest. he looked down and teared up when he saw you sitting on the floor in front of him, your head on his chest facing him and sobbing.

you noticed he was awake, and your sobs increased. "I sorry dada." you sobbed, and Chris sat up slightly. he ran a hand through your hair and shushed you but you continued apologizing. "I not hate you. I wove you." you sobbed, and Chris sighed.

"can dada touch you?" he asked and you immediately gave him consent. he lifted you up and settled you onto your chest before lying back down.

"I know you don't hate me, sweetie. and even if you did, I wouldn't blame you. I should have come right to you when I saw those pictures, instead of letting my anger and jealousy grow and exploding on you." he said, and smiled internally as you watched him with hopeful eyes. "I especially shouldn't have exploded on you when you're little. you didn't deserve that. I am also insanely sorry that I said Dodger was my doggy, not yours. he's both of ours, and you're so attentive, caring and loving with him. he's just as much yours and he is mine." he said, squeezing you tighter to his chest.

"gonna punish me for runnin' away?" you asked, fear making your voice waver.

he shook his head. "no. never. I scared you and you thought I didn't love you anymore, right?" he asked, and you sadly nodded. "well, I love you so much my little girl." he whispered.

you smiled at him and your eyes began to flutter shut, Chris humming a tune as you drifted. just before you fell asleep he pressed a kiss to your head.

"I love you, my little baby."