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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."

｡･*･ soft sinner. ･*･ﾟ

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summary | there's only one thing lloyd would ever turn soft for in this cruel world: you.

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader

warnings | lloyd's an asshole at the beginning (so basically canon), lloyd shoots/kills someone (not reader, also canon lol), plenty of cussing, eventual soft!sweet!lloyd like so sweet it's unbearably ooc, hurt/comfort, all these petnames he uses got me :'-( <3

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an | okay okay i know everyone wants smut with this guy but??? i wanted to do something different with my first fic with him, and honestly even though soft!lloyd is hard to imagine, i think when done right, he's just so perfect, i want him all for myself please :'-)

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"Where the fuck is she?"

The harsh booming of his voice as he entered the room had Lloyd's men scrambling to attention in record time. Standing in the doorway with a ruthless expression sprawled across his face, the dark-haired man brought a hand up to run over his mouth as he tapped his foot impatiently, unimpressed at how many moments went by with no verbal answer. "I see," he growled, eyeing the four men who all stood around him anxiously, exchanging glances with one another as they struggled to form words. "Someone better start talking, or I'll start fucking shooting," the boss snapped, placing his other hand on the handgun secured tightly in his belt.

"She's upstairs, recovering," the bravest of the bunch finally offered up, trying to hide the tremble in his voice. "Her wounds have been tended to. I can bring you to her now if you'd like, sir."

Hand falling down from his mouth to his hip, Lloyd nodded, his exasperation clear on his face as he continued to berate, "Okay, and would you like to tell me, Dean- since none of the other idiots in this room decided to bring their fucking voices to work today- what the hell exactly happened during her transport here? And why the absolute fuck I wasn't alerted- immediately?"

Swallowing hard, Dean wrang his hands out behind his back, replying meekly, "I-I... there was an ambush, sir. We lost two men-"

"Well obviously!" Lloyd blurted over him, anger raging in his pale blue eyes as he looked around at the faces before him. "At this rate, I wish they would've killed more of you! Useless fucking- fuck," he cursed, kicking at the leg of a nearby chair. Holding their breaths as they watched him, his men didn't dare respond; by now, they were used to his constant outbursts, knowing the safest thing to do was to just stay silent and still.

Sweat beading on his forehead, Lloyd muttered a few more choice words beneath his breath before smoothing back his hair, regaining his composure slightly as he began speaking again. "Bring me to her. And as soon as I shut those doors in your face, you come straight back here and call in more men. I don't care who you have to call. I don't want a single square foot of uncovered territory within a fucking mile of this building. Do you understand?"

"Yes boss," Dean agreed quickly, beginning to lead Lloyd out of the room before he stopped, turning back to face the remaining three.

"And who exactly was it that left my princess uncovered?" he questioned carefully, his glare powerful enough to burn holes through the agents as they looked at each other nervously. "Surely someone was closest to her, someone should've taken the hit."

"I-It was Mark, sir. Mark was sitting next to her," Dean spoke up from behind the group.

Turning his attention to the shorter redhead, Lloyd smiled with a light sigh, almost a chuckle as he addressed the young man. "Mike. Oh Mike, that's such a shame. You were the least obnoxious of you group of fools." Drawing his gun with a shake of his head, Lloyd showed no hesitation as he planted a bullet in the agent's head, clicking his tongue in satisfaction as the body hit the floor.

Turning back to Dean, he tossed his gun on a nearby couch. "You know the rules, no munitions around my angel," he reminded the men. Every head in the room offered a nod at the boss's words. It was known amongst the entirety of the team that Lloyd's girl didn't like to see him holding any weapons; they were much too scary for her little mind to handle. It was one of many strange features of the couple's relationship that any outsider would probably fail to understand or even believe, but of course, no one on the inside ever questioned it. They knew better.

"Of course, sir," Dean dared to acknowledge, motioning a hand towards the door. "If you'll follow me, she's right this way."

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"She's just down this hallway, sir- last door on the left."

"Good," Lloyd muttered, sticking his hand out in front of the man beside him to stop him as he continued his determined steps forward. "Now get back to work. And try not to fuck it up this time."

Dean didn't need to be told twice, promptly turning around to head back the way they had come. And as Lloyd finished making his way down the hall, from the front view, all physical signs of his aggression disappeared as he prepared himself to step into his other role, his favorite and most important role- a role that only one other person on the planet got to witness firsthand. Stopping at the grand set of doors leading to the bedroom, he ran his hands over his belt and pockets once more, double-checking that he had no traces of his work left on his person. After a final glance back down the hallway to ensure that no one but his intended audience would hear, he reached out and knocked gently against the thick barrier, the simple action the most delicate thing he'd done in weeks.

"Y/n?" he called in, his voice like that of an entirely different man from the monster who just shot an agent minutes earlier downstairs. "My love, are you in there?"

Not hearing any response, Lloyd carefully twisted the door handle, stepping into the room slowly in case you were sleeping. Looking around at the lavish golden decor, he found your little body curled up amongst the fluffy blankets and pillows covering the bed, the large king-sized mattress seeming to swallow you up as you drifted in its center.

Raising your head slightly, you peered warily over at the door. Normally, the sight of your daddy returning to you after weeks of being apart would send you running straight into his arms. But after the traumatic afternoon you endured, all you could manage was a soft whimper in the man's direction, causing his brow to furrow in concern as he closed the door behind him, making his way over to you as he let out a sympathetic hum, "Oh sweetheart. My poor angel, come here. Come to Daddy." Resting on the edge of the bed, Lloyd's heart broke in his chest as he watched you cower back slightly from his invitation; yes, he did have a heart. But only for you, only ever for you. "My sweet little girl, it's okay. Daddy won't hurt you, I left all my things downstairs. Know those are too scary for you, too dangerous. Never scary for my baby- right, angel?"

Lifting your head a bit again at the man's soothing words, your wide eyes ventured up to meet his, warmth spreading through your tummy as he gazed at you lovingly. "There's my pretty girl. Come here, sweetheart. Daddy wants to hold you. Missed you so much- and someone told me you got an owwy today."

Nodding gingerly, you forced your sore body up to a sitting position. At the sight of the large bandage wrapped around your arm, Lloyd began to coo softly again, "Oh, my sweet baby. Come here, come on," he coaxed again as he opened his arms for you, his touch brutally soft against your skin as he eased you onto his lap. "There she is," the man smiled, cradling you with an arm behind your back to allow you to rest your full weight against his safe embrace. "I got you, princess. Daddy's here now; you're safe."

Turning your head inward, you buried your face in the soft fabric of his shirt, tears prickling at your eyes as silent sobs begin to wrack through your little body. "Shhh, shhh," he soothed, running a tender hand over your back as you cried. "I know, I'm so sorry, sweetheart. Daddy's so sorry, so sorry he didn't protect you." Rocking you gently in hopes of calming you down, Lloyd struggled to fight back tears of his own as he was faced with the reality he had just spoken aloud: he had failed you. Unintentionally, yes, but it was all the same to him. It was his job to protect you, to do everything in his power to keep you safe and cared for. That was the one thing that mattered to him in life, and he had fucked it up.

"Baby, baby, baby," he murmured, leaning down to press his lips into your hair. Breathing in the familiar scent of your shampoo, the man couldn't help it; silent tears began trailing down his cheeks as he tried to keep his voice from wobbling while he spoke to you. "Listen to me, please. Never again. Never again will I leave you, my love. No more time apart, no more endless weeks without me. It's done, angel. It's all done; I'm not leaving you again. Daddy's gonna keep you safe. I mean it, I'll gonna do it myself. I'll never fail you again. Never fail you again."

Lifting your head up to look into his eyes, you're met with pools of watery blue, full of grief and regret; as gently as you can, you plant a kiss to the man's wet cheek, earning a soft smile as he reaches up to cup your chin in his large hand. "Thank you, Daddy," you whisper sweetly, the sound of your precious voice causing Lloyd's heart to swell.

"Anything for you, my love." Rubbing his thumb against your soft cheek, all he could manage to do was look at you, wondering to himself what he ever did to deserve something as pure and wonderful as the miracle sitting in his arms. "My little angel, my perfect girl. Daddy would do anything for you."

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“Kinda convinced he holds his lovers’ head while kissing them irl too,” 💋

Michael Myers’ Sanitarium Drip

Slasher: *trying to threaten Y/N*

Y/N: well shit I’m wet now

Slasher: 😧 *Wtf calm down*