#innocent reader

how are these two doing now that they’re finally together?

warnings: flirty dialouge, mild sexual implication, teasing

i thought that you guys might like it 🤍

corrupt soldier!Eren doesn't mind using immoral illicit ways to get things to work his way , which unfortunately also includes fooling you into the facade of a bright future and eventually isolating you from everybody you knew. Killing off all your loved ones discreetly so there'd be noone to look for you, which fortunately also result in making you all dependent on him.

corrupt soldier!Eren who couldn't care less yet gently embraces you when you cry to him about your friend mysteriously disappearing after she tried filling your dumb little head about how she has a bad feeling about him and you shouldn't be anywhere near him a few hours ago on mobile phone. His cold face of indifference coaxes more tears to well up from your waterline but at least he's here comforting you, to kiss and hug you , slowly and gently rocking you both to get you to stop crying. Whispering sweet nothings to make you feel better, although his indifference to the problem creeps you out, he's still there to shoulder you at your lowest and it's not like he knows what happened to your friend.....right?right?

corrupt soldier!Eren who relishes in the fact that he could legally carry his gun everywhere without being questioned and shoots the pervy neighbour boy who just couldn't stop fucking looking at what's his and gouges his eyeballs out and dissects him limb by limb for eyefucking his sweet angel who's only his to admire and fuck.

corrupt soldier!Eren who eventually marries you and promises to never leave you alone. how sweet of him to express his desperation to never separate from you right??. Oh my sweetheart if only you knew how serious he was. Or how he wishes nothing more than to rip you apart and swallow you piece by piece to forever keep you with him.

corrupt soldier!Eren who when finds out about you being untouched almost ravishes you. ALMOST because he doesn't want to hurt his precious baby who so willing opens her legs wide for him to see the wet strings attaching her lower lips together while still looking so innocent despite the vulgar activities they're participating in.

corrupt soldier!Eren who fucks his cum so deep in you, you could almost feel it in your stomach. who didn't knew he had a breeding kink until he met you , wanting nothing more than to see you all round up and swollen with his offsprings.

corrupt soldier!Eren who gets rock solid down there when he realises you're unbelievably uneducated on the topic of sex and couldn't fucking wait to open you up to the world of lust and pleasure. oh how he fistfucks his cock to the thought of corrupting sweet little you. how unfortunate you got the devil pleading to God to get a taste of that innocence you so dearly hold to your being.

corrupt soldier!Eren who's finally called to fight in the war waged between Eldia and Marley. who makes love to you one last time before his departure, promises to come back to you, even if not in one piece. who kisses you so needily not wanting to separate from the kiss despite the burning need for air tormenting his lungs.

corrupt soldier!Eren who looks back one last time before riding his motorcycle to the HQs. who keeps a picture of you in the breastpocket of his uniform to remind himself of your sweet desire for him to come back to you, which keeps him going in this God-forbidden war. And also to occasionally fuck his fist to the picture of you all dolled up looking docile and doe eyed at the camera.

Its the picture of your first date with him on the flowery bed near a local but quiet river which nobody visits anymore other than you , who plants more flowers near it to make it look more filling and pleasing because your poor heart couldn't bear the thought it being so lonely.

corrupt soldier!Eren who's squad was ambushed near the battlefield and was told to bring more military backup to counterattack that of Marley. Eren who's desire to fight and save his comrades was bubbling hot but the need to return early and safely to you was stronger and burning hotter and hotter each second.

corrupt soldier!Eren who betrayed and shot all his squad members before shooting himself on the leg to make it look like only he survived . Abandoning their bodies and limping back to the base for medical attention.

corrupt soldier!Eren who was deemed injured and unfit to participate in the war and therefore ordered to return home after healing. Eren who couldn't be more joyful with the way things turned out and returned home to be bombarded with an even better news. You carrying his baby. His pretty little angel carrying his baby inside.

corrupt war veteran!Eren who sweeps you off your feet into the air even with a limping leg, hugging so tightly as if wanting to be a part of you already and kissing you as if finally getting a drop of water after being forever deprived of it.

corrupt war veteran!Eren who now finally lives in peace without the fear of being separated from you ever again, he now has you where he always wanted you to be, on his lap with his dick inside you, cockwarming him so prettily while breastfeeding your kid with another on the way in your uterus. wearing nothing but a pink collar on your neck with a pretty little bow on it , making you look so ethereal and innocent that has him wanting to do nothing but roughly thrust up into you.

corrupt war veteran!Eren who now wishes to line up an entire cricket team of his own with you, always wanting you pregnant, to fondle with your growing mounds filled with sweet milk and kiss your chubby belly with prominent stretch marks, a testament to your blessing of carrying and birthing his children, which now grows with his third child.

He kisses your temples lovingly as he plans his next step of truly Ruining you for anybody that so much so as dares to look your way. those men are dangerous, they look for the perfect timing before pouncing and sinking their fangs on little angels like you. But don't Worry!!! your dear husband is here to always protect you, to shield you from the horrors and unpredictability of Man and shoot them before the thought of approaching you even settles in. Even though he himself already has his fangs sunken down on you, oh how hypocritically sanctimonious of him to warn you of the devil as if he isn't the Devil in flesh himself. careful there angel, you never know who's got their covetous eyes on you but dont worry!!! Eren is always here to protect his innocent little princess who cant navigate the world run by evil men such as himself.

Adopting a cat hybrid hadn't really been in John's life plans. It was either get an emotional support hybrid or retirement. He couldn't deny that you were a perfect fit in his life.

Deep pressure therapy when he started to spiral, purring him to sleep when the nights got quiet, kneeding his back whenever his muscles cramped and flared. One thing he noticed early on was that you didn't know how to take care of yourself very well.

You couldn't clean up after yourself, and John had to show you how to wash yourself properly. You were so incredibly curious about the world around you. Even traffic seemed interesting to you, watching the cars driving around outside. After only a few months of living with him, he felt comfortable leaving you at home when he had to work instead of bringing you in.

"John! John, what's this thing!? Is it candy?" You barely waited for the door to shut behind Price before pouncing on him. He chuckles, holding up a hand to slow you down as he takes off his boots.

"Woah, kitty. What's going on? What do you have?" He asks as he takes the crinkling package from your hand. You let him take the small foil package, your tail swishing with excitement. "Where did you get this, Y/N?" Price hums quietly, eyes flicking to your face.

"From the bed table! Is it candy?" You ask again, licking over your fangs hungrily. John chuckles at that, shaking his head as he meets your eyes.

"No, not candy. You've never seen a condom before?" You shake your head a little, furrowing your eyebrows at him. "Mm, I thought not. Come on, kitty. Let's go to the bedroom." He coos, dropping his bags at the front door. You follow him to the bedroom, watching as Price sits on the bed and pats his lap.

Once you were snuggled into his lap, he opened the condom and took it out of the package. "This is a condom, Y/N. If I have sex with someone, I will put this over my penis to keep my sperm inside it." He explains as he opens up the condom, guiding your hand so you can feel the lubricant on it.

You giggle a little at the feeling as you rub your fingers together. "Why do you want to keep sperm in there? What does that do?" You ask as you shift to get comfortable on his lap.

"Mm, could get a woman pregnant." Price explains, patting your lower tummy. "Sometimes, people get sick, so their genitals are sick too. If you wear a condom, that can keep someone else from getting sick." He continues to explain while watching you stretch the condom between your hands.

"Can you show me how it works!?" You ask, whipping around in his lap with the biggest grin. "Please, John!? I wanna see!" Price chokes on a laugh at your eager eyes, tail swishing happily. He smiles down at you, tossing the drying condom into the trash can by the bed.

"Alright, kitty. Lay down, let me get a new one."

By the time Price sunk inside of you, your tail was fluffed with overstimulation, mewling in pleasure as he stretched you open. You thought that his fingers were thick enough to prep you, but now that you felt his heavy cock pushing into you? You yowl into the pillows he bottoms out, ears flickering like crazy.

"That's it, kitty... I'm all the way in now." He huffs into your ear, kissing your neck. "How's that feel, huh?"

"It's deep! John, please..." You gasp, not even sure what you were begging for. Price chuckles at the desperate need in your voice, rocking his hips into you slowly.

"That's it, kitty. You can take it." Price huffs against your neck, thrusting a little faster once you started moaning louder. You clench tight around his cock, turning your head and giving his face eager little licks. You couldn't help but groom at him, sinking your teeth into his neck with a loud purr.

The coil in your belly starts to tighten, but Price had already assured you it was okay. You liked how it felt when the coil snaps, your thighs trembling as Price presses his weight onto your back. Price groans in pleasure as he cums, wishing he was spilling inside of you instead of the condom.

Word count: ~3k

Pairing: Cole x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, injury, comfort, intense intimacy, kissing, sexual content(mdni),virgin reader, lost of virginity, first kiss,oral(f receiving),unprotected sex(wrap ur peepee up guys), aftercare, being trapped under rubble, protective Cole

Summary:

A mission gone wrong leaves you and Cole trapped together under a collapsed building. Injured, scared and barely able to move, you’re forced into his arms for warmth and safety. What begins as comfort slowly turns into something deeper, something neither of you can run from in the dark. Cole notices how grown you’ve become, how much he’s been holding back and in the suffocating quiet between falling dust and your own breathing, the tension finally breaks. You fall for each other in the dark… and in the dark, you finally cross the line you were both afraid of.

Note from Author: have fun reading, i'm trying to write longer Storys.

Buried in Your Arms

The dust still hung in the air like smoke, thick and sharp in your lungs every time you breathed in. Somewhere above the crushed ceiling, metal groaned under its own weight  a reminder that you were one wrong vibration away from being buried for good.

You didn’t even realize you were shaking until a warm hand found your waist.

“Hey. I’ve got you.”

Cole’s voice. Deep. Steady. The only steady thing left.

You blinked, vision blurry, and felt his fingers tighten just a little  grounding you, pulling you closer so the raining dust wouldn’t hit your face.

Your entire body leaned into him on instinct.

His warmth was the first thing that didn’t hurt.

It had happened too fast. One moment you were running out of the building with the team, and the next the floor split open behind you, the walls folded inward, and Cole tackled you to keep a chunk of the ceiling from crushing your skull.

Now the two of you were wedged between two slabs of concrete, barely enough room to sit upright. Cole’s arm was around your shoulders because he had nowhere else to put it  but you didn’t mind. Not when your ankle throbbed, not when your heart wouldn’t slow down.

He brushed dust out of your hair with his free hand, gentle despite his shaking.

“You hurt anywhere else?”

“My ankle. Maybe my ribs.”

Your voice trembled. “You… you could have died saving me.”

Cole let out a breathy laugh one that was equal parts relief and frustration.

“Yeah, well. I’m not planning on dying anytime soon.”

His thumb grazed your jaw.

“And definitely not without you.”

That made your stomach flutter in a way that had nothing to do with fear.

Minutes passed. Maybe hours. Hard to tell in the dark.

Every time you shivered, he pulled you closer.

Every time a metal beam groaned overhead, his hand found your thigh to steady you both.

Eventually, you ended up wedged between his legs, your back pressed to his chest, his arms wrapped around your middle. He kept whispering small things. "Think they'll find us?" Your voice bounced off the damp concrete walls, too loud for the tomb quiet storage room. Cole shrugged, dusting his hands on his thighs. "Depends if Jay remembers where he left the map."

At some point, you turned around instead, needing to see his face more than the cracked wall beside you.

“You’re freezing,” he murmured, brushing your cheekbone with his knuckles.

“So are you,” you whispered back.

“Yeah, but I can take it. You can’t.”

His forehead leaned against yours before you even realized he’d moved. The space was too small; every breath shared, every heartbeat felt. His knee brushed yours, slow, unintentional, but it still sent a warm pulse up your spine.

Your hand slid up his chest  slowly, hesitantly.

He froze.

Not because he didn’t want it.

But because he wanted it too much.

“Don’t…” His voice cracked softly. “Don’t touch me like that unless you know what it does to me.”

You swallowed. “I know.”

He exhaled sharply — the kind of exhale that sounded like someone losing a fight they had been trying to win for far too long.

Cole cupped your face, thumbs brushing your jaw, slow and reverent.

“When did you grow up on me, huh?”

His voice was barely a whisper.

“When did I blink and suddenly you’re… not a kid anymore?”

Your breath hitched.

“I’ve been grown for a while, Cole.”

He shut his eyes like the words physically hit him.

“I noticed,” he admitted.

“Trust me. I noticed.”

You felt his heartbeat under your palms — too fast, too loud, too raw.

Your throat tightened. The words spilled out before you could stop them. "I've never... you know." Silence swallowed the room. Cole's head turned slowly, eyes locking onto yours in the gloom. "Never what?"

"Anything." The admission hung like smoke. Cole leaned forward "Nothing?" His voice dropped low, rough like gravel. "Not even a kiss?"

You shook your head, cheeks burning despite the chill. He studied you not judging, just... absorbing. A heavy quiet settled between you, thick with unspoken possibilities. You stared hard at the concrete floor, tracing cracks with your eyes. His voice cut through the quiet, steady and calm. "I could show you."

You didn’t know who leaned in first.

Maybe both.

But your lips met in a slow, trembling kiss that made the entire ruined building fade into nothing. Cole kissed you like he was scared to hurt you, like you were something precious he’d been keeping locked away in his chest.

Your fingers curled into his Gi.

His hand slid to the back of your neck.

The second kiss wasn’t slow.

It was needy.

Dust trembled off the walls when your back hit the cold slab of concrete  not hard, just enough that he could cradle your jaw, tilt your face up, kiss you deeper.

“Tell me to stop,” he breathed against your lips.

“I won’t.”

He kissed you again, harder this time.

Clothes shifted.

Your leg slid over his.

His breath stuttered when your hips brushed.

“Careful,” he rasped, voice low, “you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

“I do.”

Your whisper was barely there.

“And I want it.”

His forehead dropped to your shoulder as he inhaled shakily.

“Then we’re not making it out of here the same,” he warned, gently pushing your hair aside to kiss your neck.

“You understand that?”

You nodded  breathless, certain.

“Good.”

His hands slid along your waist, slow and warm and claiming.

“Because I’m done pretending I don’t want you.”

The moment shifted  air thick, hearts pounding, bodies pressed close.

He kissed you again, deeper, slower, hungrier.

He shifted closer, the rough fabric of his gi rasping against the concrete. The damp air thickened with mildew and his scent—earth, sweat, something faintly sweet like oak wood. You felt his chest rise and fall against your shoulder.

His other hand lifted, hovering near your jawline.  His fingers brushed your cheekbone light as a falling leaf then traced the curve of your ear. You shivered.

His forehead touched yours. Breath mingled yours uneven, his deep and slow. Darkness pressed in around you both, broken only by faint slivers of light from outside. Cole paused, his nose a whisper away from yours. His lips met yours soft.

His palm slid from your jaw down your neck, tracing tendons taut beneath chilled skin. The calloused pad of his thumb brushed over your pulse point, startlingly warm against the damp air. His other hand released yours, moving instead to the small of your back. He pulled you closer against solid muscle, your thigh pressed against his hipbone. Your breaths came faster now, fogging the dim space between you. His mouth trailed fire down your throat each kiss landed like a brand. A gasp escaped you when his teeth grazed the juncture of your neck and shoulder gentle, claiming.

Rough gi rasped against yours as he guided you onto your back on the concrete. His knee nudged yours apart. His weight settled over you solid, anchoring. One hand slid beneath your head, cushioning it against the unforgiving floor. The other pushed your gi top open, fingers tracing the exposed line of your collarbone. The scent of damp stone and warm skin filled every inhale. His dark eyes locked onto yours, pupils swallowing amber brown irises. Rain hammered overhead, a frantic drumbeat echoing the frantic rhythm inside your ribs. "Still okay?" he murmured, the words a low rumble against your sternum.

You arched into his touch. His palm slid lower, covering your breast through the thin undershirt. His thumb circled your nipple slowly, deliberately. A sharp gasp tore from your throat. Heat flooded low in your belly, unfamiliar and insistent. His mouth captured yours again, swallowing the sound. No teasing now just hunger. His hips rocked against yours. The hard ridge of his erection pressed into your thigh through layers of fabric. Your fingers dug into his shoulders. Everything narrowed to this the scrape of concrete beneath you, the slick heat of his tongue tangling with yours, the relentless rain. His hand slipped beneath your waistband...

Your gi peeled away. Cool air washed your exposed skin a shock chased instantly by the scorching trail of Cole’s mouth. He kissed a path downward sternum, ribs, the quivering plane of your stomach. His teeth grazed your hipbone. You cried out. Hands trembling, you fumbled with his belt. He caught your wrist. "Slow," he rasped against your skin. "Let me." His own gi opened, the dark fabric sliding off broad shoulders. Corded muscle and faded scars gleamed in the gloom a warrior’s map. He guided your hand to his chest. Your fingertips traced the hard lines, the pounding heartbeat beneath warm skin. His breath hitched

His knee pressed yours wider. A calloused hand slid down your inner thigh. You tensed. His thumb brushed the damp cotton of your underwear once, twice—gentle circles that melted your muscles. "Easy," he murmured, lips hovering above yours. His fingers finally dipped beneath the fabric. You froze. Wet heat met his touch your own body betraying you. He stilled, eyes locked on yours. "Tell me," he breathed. You shook your head wildly. ,,No stopping. Not now." His knuckles skimmed the aching core of you. A choked whimper escaped

He hooked a finger beneath the elastic, dragging it down your legs. Then—bare. Exposed. Vulnerable. His gaze burned where he looked. A shudder ripped through him. He lowered himself. His tongue touched you slow, exploratory a hot stripe of sensation you’d never imagined. You jerked violently. His hands clamped on your hips, pinning you to the floor. He didn’t stop. Deepening the stroke. Intimate. Devouring. Stars exploded behind your eyelids. Your back arched off the concrete. A ragged sob tore loose. His name. Just his name. Over and over. Outside, the rain screamed against the Building rubble.

His mouth sealed against you, sucking hard. Your thighs trembled against his temples. Every muscle coiled tight. He slid a finger inside. Slow. Torturous. Curling upward. You gasped, fingers scrabbling at the damp floor. Wet heat pooled. Unbearable pressure built. His thumb pressed firm circles above. The friction—wet slick and relentless was like nothing you’d known. Sounds spilled from you—raw, pleading, incoherent. Your hips bucked uncontrollably against his face. He growled against your skin. Approval. Heat.

You shattered. Wave after wave crashing into you blinding, obliterating. Your cry echoed in the confined space. He held you through it, tongue gentling now, lapping softly as tremors shook your limbs. Your vision swam. Chest heaving. The cold concrete felt distant beneath your burning skin. Slowly, he pulled back. You saw him swallow. His lips glistened. Dark eyes met yours, heavy lidded and fierce. Rain dripped somewhere. His hands slid up your trembling thighs, rough palms settling possessively on your hips. He leaned close, breath hot against your ear. "Still okay?" he rasped, voice thick. You nodded weakly.

He moved between your legs. Opening his Gi pants. His cock was big. You've seen dick's from magazines that a friend keeps under his bed, but this one was huge compared to anything she'd seen. His weight settled heavy and solid. He guided himself against you hot velvet steel. Your breath hitched. He paused. Forced himself still. Forehead pressed to yours. "Ready?" he murmured, gaze locked on your face. You wrapped your legs around his waist. Anchored yourself. Your voice was barely a whisper. "Yes." He pushed in. Slow. Steady. Unbearably deep. A gasp ripped from both of you. The stretch burned foreign, consuming. He buried his face in your neck. Shuddered. His fingers tightened on your hipbone. "Cole," you breathed. He pulled back. Almost out. Then thrust home. Harder. Deeper. A groan tore from his chest. The rhythm began primal, undeniable. Concrete scraped your shoulder blades. His sweat dripped onto your skin. Each drive anchored you deeper. The world narrowed to this his body moving against yours, the slick sounds echoing the rain, the desperate clutch of fingers on skin. Outside, the storm roared on.

His hips snapped forward. Again. Again. The burn eased into liquid heat. Pressure coiled low in your belly building, fierce. You met his thrusts. Arching upward. Breathless gasps mingling. His teeth grazed your collarbone. His voice shattered against your ear. "Look at me." You obeyed. Saw amber eyes gone black. Raw need stripped bare. His thrusts deepened. Slowed. Drew out. Each stroke deliberate. Searching. You cried out. His thumb brushed your clit. Rough callous against fevered skin. Sparks exploded behind your eyelids. Pressure tightened. Crested. Broke. You shattered against him. Clamped around him. Dragged him deeper. His hips stuttered. Lost their rhythm. A harsh groan ripped from his throat. He surged forward. Held deep. Eyes shutting tight. Body trembling against yours. Your name a ragged breath against your lips. Then stillness. Heavy. Complete. Only breath and rain

His forehead rested against yours. Chests heaved. Skin slick. His lips brushed your temple. Soft. Lingering. You traced the ridge of a scar along his shoulder blade. Felt the tremor still running through him. His voice was rough gravel. "You Okay?" You nodded. Words felt distant. His hand found yours. Tangled fingers. Squeezed. You stayed locked together. Breathing slowing. Heartbeats syncing. The damp air clung. Cool patches bloomed where sweat met concrete. Outside, the rain softened. No longer fists. Just a steady drum. He shifted. Pulled gently away. Left you hollowed. Exposed. Cold kissed skin. He gathered you against him. Your back to his chest. Solid warmth enveloped you. His arm wrapped tight around your waist. Palm splayed possessively low. Your breath hitched. His lips touched your shoulder blade. A silent promise.You're slowly getting tired, exhausted by all the chaos. The last thing you see is Cole trying to clean you up because all his semen is leaking out of you.

You woke up to the feeling of someone tracing lazy circles on your hip.

You were still between the two slabs of concrete.

Still trapped.

Still lying half on top of Cole, his gi top draped over you both like a blanket.

“Hey,” he whispered when he saw your eyes open, brushing your hair back with that soft, protective touch.

His cheeks were pink  dust, heat, or what happened between you… you weren’t sure.

“You doing okay?”

His voice was gentle in a way that tugged at your chest.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Are you?”

He smiled  the kind that made his eyes soften.

“Better now.”

You shifted, and his hand instinctively held your waist, steadying you. Your ankle still hurt, but he adjusted you carefully, pulling you back against him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Cole?”

You looked up at him.

“What… what does this mean? For us?”

His thumb brushed your lower lip the same place he had kissed you last.

“It means,” he said softly, “that when we get out of here, I’m not letting you pretend it didn’t happen.”

Your heart fluttered. Hard.

“And I’m not letting you go anywhere without me for a while,” he added, kissing your forehead.

“You’re hurt. And… after the sex, I want you close.”

You blushed, hiding your face in his chest.

Cole chuckled and tightened his arms around you.

“Relax. I’m not going anywhere.”

His lips pressed to your hair.

“You’re mine to protect. Always.”

Above you, distant voices echoed through the wreckage the others finally digging towards your location.

Cole kissed the top of your head one last time.

“Looks like we’re getting out of here,” he whispered.

The metal door rattled violently overhead. Jay’s muffled shout echoed down. "Guys? You alive down there?" Cole froze. His arm tightened.  You pulled your gi shut. Cold reality seeped back in. Your thighs ached. Smelled of him. Salt. Oak. Rain. You didn’t move. Not yet. His thumb stroked your hipbone. Hidden beneath fabric.  Jay’s boots clattered on the metal Cole’s grip tightened. His breath warmed the back of your neck. "Stay behind me."

A/N: I was horny. Reader is female but mostly unspecified when it comes to description. This is my first time writing for Ben so please let me know if he was too ooc.

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI!! Oral sex, breeding kink if you squint, angst at the end which could lead to a part 2 if desired.

WC: 1888

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ignorance

purity was something megamo lost at a very young age, ripped away with prying hands. to his father, he was too hesitant—too scared to give it up and devote worship. he lies on his hands and knees but they shake—they move and stutter in failed devotion. he came through with his task with blood on his hands, yet is still shamed for not being enough. for hesitation. 

“blood runs thicker than water,” he says simply, showing no emotion as the poor boy holds his heart in his shaking hands. thump. thump. thump. it beats, soon to be crushed by the one holding it—young megamo himself. saikous don’t love—they fixate. 

now, with his head in the same hands, trying to focus on the school, he thinks of worship. he thinks of prayer. but not to god, oh no, to one of his angels. the light that shines in the halls with a skirt a little too short and lips a little too pink with gloss. a temptress in disguise, trying to seduce him with a stupid pouty and innocent look on your face. 

he swears he knows what you’re doing, acting oblivious about when he dress codes you. “oh, i’m sorry mr. president! i didn’t know. i can go change right now if you want me to!” you stutter and awkwardly talk to him, while he just gives you that look. typical. he doesn’t know why you upset him so much—your face, your pigtails, your cute appearance—your body. 

“it’s fine, just go and change,” the words are simple, seeming to be meaningless as you smile and leave. it’s outright deceiving as he watches you, too affected by your overall being as he grinds his teeth in his mouth. his thoughts are different than usual, more perverse and distracting—like he can’t focus on his main goal. he sits and sits in his chair, trying to get stuff done but his mind is heavy. his thoughts? overbearing. all he can think about is his little angel in such a short skirt today, acting dumb to get his attention. its frustrating! he knows you’re just trying to distract him, and it’s working! all he can think about is tearing the fabric off your body, piece by piece and revealing his desires. his wants. his needs. 

to loathe is not to love—and maybe, just maybe—this wasn’t love. love took the form of something else. love wasn’t selfish, nor obsession. it wasn’t for one person to give and never receive—nor was it something to fixate on. To focus on. to depend on. to live and breathe it every second of the day. megamo understood that you couldn’t receive too much of it, but you also couldn’t give too much of it away. maybe that’s why he was better without it at all.

saikous don’t love—they fixate. it didn’t take long for megamo to be reminded of that once he started to memorize your schedule. whether its gym class, science, lunch--he's there, acting like he's just supervising his precious school—but hes not. in reality, he’s paying attention to you—watching, listening, focusing. oh, how he hates stalkers but does the exact same thing they’re known for—being a total creep. did you know what he did late at night?..when it was dark n’ cold?..when the heat of want or need was too much?..when he felt like he was burning up n’ needed to get some stress off in bed..? the answer was no, you didn’t. of course you didn’t. nobody did—all they noticed was his even colder mood, bags under his eyes, and the fast scribbling he did before it went, splat! all over his paper from the pressure.

the student council members go quiet—words don’t come out but they speak with their silence. it’s different. it’s too quiet. They don’t know what’s going on, and neither does megamo himself to be honest.

₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ㅤ♡ྀི ₊. ཐི༏ཋྀ

he watched as you ran outside for gym class—your form almost perfect, yet flawed at the same time. like there was something missing to make you run more efficiently. megamo wondered why he was so infatuated with you as the lighter haired boy saw you mess up while baking in the cooking club, a childish mistake if you will. and as you blurted out the wrong answer in math class so confidently, he looked away from you, very conflicted with his emotions.

how could you be so stupid and ignorant, and childish—which was why he liked you so much. he liked the way you giggled awkwardly after getting the answer wrong. he liked the way you failed at getting a simple recipe right. he liked the way you ran and complained about it as you got your form wrong. someone so dumb wasn’t worth megamo’s time, but they were worth being used.

fingers intertwined as his desk shook, loud gasps and slight mumbles being made in the student council room, one of the few days where the meeting was cancelled due to reasons unknown. the lighter haired boy found relaxation as his fat cock hit every right spot in your soaking wet pussy. megamo wasn’t used to feeling so good as he pushed his dick in and out of you—letting out stutters and praises, stuff he never would have done.

"oohhhh, fuucckkkk..m..mmmn.." the whine made your lip quiver, the noise going straight to your pussy. you never expected the student council president to say stuff like this, but no one did either. his fingers went slowly down to your clit, pressing down on it enough, rubbing in circles to stimulate you.. "..ahhhn..-"

"f..felt good, yeahhh..?" he didnt need to ask. he already knew from how you sounded as he was hitting it from the back, using your hole while he played with your pretty pink bundle of nerves.

Could you maybe do something where one of the Memphis mafia guys girlfriend or something is mean to little reader when they’re alone, but is nice when others are around. Reader doesn’t say anything because she doesn’t want to get anyone in trouble because she’s so sweet but one day it gets too much and she tells Elvis and he gets protective.

Sorry it’s so long I hope you have a nice day! 🎀💝

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You knock softly at Elvis' office door, waiting patiently until Elvis calls you in.

You're Elvis' long term girlfriend and you're just the sweetest little thing. You're so polite and you're as quiet as a mouse, even with Elvis still, you're just naturally very timid.

But Elvis loves you all the more for it. He likes having someone to control, to protect, to use. It's the innocent and timid nature that he adores the most, that he wants to preserve at all costs.

It wasn't too long ago that he'd introduced you to the Little lifestyle, now, you were certainly apprehensive about it, you were just a little bundle of nerves, weren't you? Elvis made sure to take it slowly, but Elvis kept you at Graceland, living under his rules so it was easy for him to help you succumb to the lifestyle when he made the whole environment push you further and further into a smaller headspace.

There were things he put in place that would help you slip.

He would give you warm milk before bed every night.

He bought you toys that would help clear your head and allow you to be Little, such as coloring books, or the most beautiful dolls house that you'd ever seen that you just couldn't resist playing with it as the Memphis Mafia would stand above you and watch as they sipped their beer with Elvis and you played with your toys on the floor.

He instructed anyone that looked after you to treat you as if you were only a little thing, whether it was the cook, one of the Memphis Mafia, their girlfriends or the gardener.

But not everyone had always been that nice to you, including Ramona, Red's girlfriend. She was a relatively new girlfriend, and unbeknownst to you, she was simply dating Red to try to get to Elvis, so she utterly despised you.

She, like all the other girlfriends, had been told about the way in which you were to be treated -- gently and softly, not to treat you like an adult whether you liked it or not.

But she used this to her advantage and would constantly make your life miserable. She'd pinched you, pulled your hair when brushing it, called you all sorts of horrible names, broken a few of your toys and ripped up some of your drawings that you'd made. She didn't try to hide it from you, she knew you wouldn't say anything, she knew you were too timid and shy and that whatever warped lifestyle Elvis had submitted you to, had too much of a hold over you to tell anyone what she was doing.

You were scared of Ramona, and you'd watch from your play area as she'd make Elvis laugh during parties, and you'd chew your lip nervously, realising that you couldn't say anything.

But she was coming over yet again, for a cook-out in the yard with all of the Memphis Mafia and their girlfriends and wives and you could feel the nerves growing in your tummy as you walked into Elvis' office.

Elvis looked up from the paperwork he was working on and offered you a smile, you were just so precious.

"Hey honey, y'okay baby?" Elvis said cooly, getting up from his desk and walking over to you as you stood nervously at the entrance of the office, looking around at his desk, noticing all the work.

"Did I disturb you?" You asked softly, picking at your fingers.

Elvis chuckled softly, "No honey, just finishing up some work s'all. What's on your mind Little One?" Elvis cooed gently, rubbing your shoulders and upper arms.

"Um, um," You say softly and quietly, avoiding the gaze of Elvis. "The party is nearly starting, um..." You say gently, not really being all that sure what you're even trying to say, which Elvis understands.

Elvis nods, he can tell that you're feeling smaller but resisting it. But that's what he's there for, to help you.

"And don't you look pretty huh baby?" Elvis smirks, taking in the pretty pink babydoll dress you have on and the ribbon in your hair that he had laid out for you earlier that the maid, Miriam, had put in for you. You can't help but blush at the comment and begin to chew on your lip. Despite being with Elvis for a couple of years, you're still such a reserved little baby. "How's about you go pick some of them flowers in the garden for the party huh? Y'know the ones you grew with Miriam's help and you were such a good girl, takin' such good care of 'em?" Elvis suggested, referring to your flower bed in the garden.

You'd become such a little green thumb recently, you loved flowers, you thought they were just so pretty, and you loved wildlife and nature. You'd always potter around the garden with the little tools that Elvis had bought you with your little sun hat on, showing Elvis all the pretty flowers you'd carefully planted.

You nod softly. "Flowers..." You repeat softly with a nod, processing the request.

"That sound good, Little One?" Elvis said, gauging your headspace, he can tell you're slipping.

You nod again, quietly listening and responding as the big man that you call Daddy kisses the top of your head. "Good girl, go get some pretty flowers f'me, 'kay?" Elvis said and you nod and set off to the lavish garden to your flower bed.

You love all your flowers so dearly, you're proud of every single one like the good little baby that you are, you make sure you water all of them at the right time, and you giggle softly every time Elvis compliments your hard work when he looks at them with you.

You have lots of flowers and it's a little overwhelming for you to decide which ones might be best to pick, but you're worried that you might pick the wrong ones. You always want to do a good job for your Daddy, he works so hard and he takes such good care of you that you just want to do a good job in return at whatever he asks for you. You absolutely hate the idea of ever being a bother to him.

You chew on your lip nervously as you sit on the grass and look at all your flowers, it's only when a shadow appears above you that you turn around and see Ramona.

You instantly become a little shelf of yourself, quiet as anything and a little fidgety, looking away from her stare and trying to concentrate on your flowers.

"Elvis said you were here pickin' flowers you've grown..." Ramona said, her tone less than friendly which made you feel tense, but you tried as hard as you possibly could to ignore that feeling.

All you can manage is a gentle nod, you're so shy around Ramona, you can't help it, she terrifies you.

"You grew these?" She asked, smoking her cigarette as she stood above you.

All you do is nod yet again but you can't help but think that maybe she likes them, maybe she's impressed and she finally likes something you've done.

"Let me help you pick some then huh?" She says sharply before pulling at all the flowers in the flowerbed, tearing them harshly and breaking their stems, pulling out so many so quickly that you don't know what to do.

"N-No, no, my flowers-" You say, trying to be loud but failing miserably, you just sound so timid and soft and little, but distraught nevertheless.

"Honey, m'just helpin' ya get the weeds out." She laughed, ruining your entire flowerbed before your eyes, the flowerbed you worked so hard on for so long. "Looks much better, dontcha think, Y/N?" She scoffed, trying her cigarette on one of the crushed peonies before walking away.

You can't help but feel tears coming to your eyes, you crawl to the flowerbed, practically getting in it to try and salvage some of the flowers and plants you'd so lovingly grown.

You don't know why she's so mean to you, why she would do this to your pretty flowers, everything from the roses to the tulips completely ruined and muddied.

Tears begin to trickle down your cheeks as you desperately try to fix what Ramona had done, your knees, legs, dress, hands, everything getting muddy and your hands getting cut from thorns as you tearfully try to make all the flowers better but to no avail.

"Oh no? Did the baby fall in her flowerbed huh?" Ramona feigns concern looking at you, getting Reds attention who immediately hollers at Elvis to come outside.

"Baby, hey baby, hey, hey, it's okay..." Red hushes as he reaches you first, crouching down on the grass next to you.

You immediately look to your lap as you sit in the flowerbed, ashamed and embarrassed that you look all tearful and muddy at the big garden party. "Daddy..." You say ever so quietly but enough for Red to hear it.

"Oh honey, Daddy's comin', here is, see? He's coming darlin', easy now, don't want you to get hurt on them thorns anymore baby." Red says gently, as you continue to avoid eye contact.

"What the hell happened?" You can hear your Daddy's voice say to Red as he observes the scene of his little baby girl, surrounded by destroyed flowers and covered in dirt.

"Ramona said she fell in her flowerbed, EP." Red says and you don't dare to correct him, you're far too shy of a baby for that.

Elvis can't really believe what he's seeing, even when you're in a Little headspace, you're never this clumsy - and you're so careful with your flowers all the time, he knows just how much you love them.

"Red, give us some damn space." Elvis muttered, gesturing for Red to return back to the house before Elvis crouched by you. "Baby, what's happened here, princess?" Elvis asked calmly.

"My flowers..." You sniffled, tears falling from your cheeks and hitting your pink dress.

"Did yer take a tumble huh?" Elvis asked gently.

You sniffle but you don't move or say anything and that's instantly a signal to Elvis that something has gone on, but it's clear you're not saying anything now and you're still sat in the flowerbed.

"Okay baby, m'gon getchu outta this flowerbed, 'kay? Just let Daddy take control 'kay? Don't want you makin' no sudden movements or nothin' and getting scratched again baby." Elvis said calmly, before grabbing you from under your arms and easily lifting you out of the flower bed and onto his hip.

You've always been smaller than him, easily pliable and manhandled. You continue to cry weepily, instantly resting your head on his shoulder and cuddling into him closely.

"There we go, that's it baby, s'okay, Daddy's gotchu." Elvis soothed, rocking you in his arms and hushing you. "Let's go put you in the tub and get y'all clean again baby, how's about that?" Elvis said softly kissing your forehead before taking you inside.

The pair of you walk past everyone and you instantly bury your face in Elvis' shoulder, determined not to be seen by anybody and Elvis can't help but find it just damn adorable. But you particularly don't want to see Ramona, you're too shy and too embarrassed to face anyone but your Daddy and even that's a challenge.

Elvis praises every small thing you do once you both reach the master bathroom alone, from letting him take off your dress, to accepting the pacifier that Elvis offered you to help you calm down and soothe you whilst you were in the tub.

"Good girl, you look so sweet with that pacifier, ain't that right honey?" Elvis chuckled, wiping the dirt away from your naked body as he lets you soak in all the bubbles. "Y'know y'being such a good little girl for Daddy huh? Lettin' Daddy wash you and clean you up."

"I messed my dress Daddy." You say softly around your pacifier, feeling bad for ruining the pretty pink dress had arranged for you to wear today.

Elvis clicked his tongue, tsking at you. "Uh-uh baby, it's just a dress sweetheart. Y'not in trouble baby." Elvis assures you, knowing there's something you're not telling him, he can read you like a book, he knows every cue, every emotion every expression of yours.

Once you were all clean, Elvis took you out of the tub and dried you, being careful not to be too harsh on the little cuts and scrapes you had acquired. He let you snuggle in the big kingsize bed that the two of you shared in your fluffy baby dressing gown as he picked out some clothes for you to wear for the rest of the day, settling on a soft cotton cream long sleeve top, a pretty pink tulle skirt and white tights.

You were just the softest and sweetest little baby he could ever dream for. Always so polite, kind and gentle.

"Ready to go back to our guests pretty girl?" Elvis asked gently, gauging your reaction.

"Please, um, please, um," You stumbled on your words, still feeling overwhelmed and nervous, but Elvis never rushes you - never. He always lets you take your time when you're overwhelmed, he knows you'll get there, you just take a little longer than most people. "Please, um, wanna, um, stay with you only Daddy." You said gently. "If that's okay..." You say quietly.

Elvis' expression softens at your vulnerable requests. "Oh darlin', you ain't gon' leave my side, baby." Elvis says gently, picking you up again to take you downstairs.

You're well into your smaller headspace now, and you instinctively pop your fingers into your mouth to chew on anxiously as you rested your head on Elvis' shoulder.

You stayed nestled by Elvis' side throughout the rest of the day, barely speaking, avoiding looking at anyone and becoming noticeably clingier than usual, something Elvis took note of.

Once everyone had finally departed, you were exhausted, you just wanted to sleep and Elvis knew you should've had a nap, you're too little to be up at this time, but he was too concerned about what had happened earlier, it was too out of character.

"Someone's sleepy, huh?" Elvis softly said, stroking your hair as you nestled into his side, your face resting on his chest.

You nodded sweetly, blinking heavily as the weariness took you over, which Elvis knew was his cue to push your limits and take advantage of your sleepy state.

"Baby, you gotta tell me somethin' before you start havin' your sweet dreams, huh Little One?" Elvis said gently, tracing circles into your shoulder as he wrapped his arm around you.

All you could manage was a soft hum. "Okay, I need'ta know what happened with all your lil flowers, baby girl. Daddy knows you ain't that clumsy Dolly, you're such a careful little girl, I know somethin' else happened, and when you tell me, you know you gotta be honest, you know Daddy ain't gon' tolerate any lyin'." Elvis said sternly and you wearily pushed yourself up from resting on your Daddy's body to sit up straight on the couch.

You began to chew on your lip again, puffing it up and rubbed your eyes.

"I'll get in trouble Daddy..." You said softly, looking down at your lap.

Elvis frowned, concerned at what you'd just said. He couldn't imagine a scenario where you'd be in trouble, you're too obedient for that.

"You ain't gettin' in no trouble baby, as long as y'tell Daddy the truth."

There's a long pause, Elvis letting the thick tension add pressure to you before you weakly say, "It's Ramona."

"Ramona? Red's Ramona?" Elvis said with confusion in his tone.

All you do is nod, leading Elvis to probe further. "What about Ramona, huh kid?" Elvis says tenderly.

"She, she, um, she-" You falter but Elvis just listens intently. "She ruined all the flowers, she ripped them Daddy and hurt them... she hurts me Daddy." You confessed, your nerves sky high, your eyes trained firmly on your lap.

Elvis immediately feels anger boil up inside of him. You're the most honest little girl he's ever known, he knows that you wouldn't lie - you can't lie in fact. To hear that someone has been hurting you, well, that just sets something off inside the big, bad man.

You end up telling your Daddy everything as he cradles you like his little baby, reassuring you that you're being such a good little girl for telling him. Reassuring you that Ramona ain't ever going to be near you ever again. Reassuring you that your beloved flowerbed is going to be alright.

"Darlin', you been such a good girl, tellin' Daddy what's been goin' on. You know that baby?" Elvis says, holding your chin so he can look at you and you nod softly. "You gon' tell Daddy if anyone ever hurts my little girl ever again, straight away, y'hear me baby?" Elvis says firmly and you nod, swallowing the lump in your throat.

"Good." Elvis said before kissing your forehead. "Let's get this sleepy baby to her bed, hm? Gon' get your pacifier and your teddy and get y'all soft and sleepy ain't we?" Elvis hushed.

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SUMMARY: Rafe comes home in a bad mood and takes it out on his pretty baby.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: smut, slight non con, Rafe Cameron(yes he is a trigger warning), oral sex, sex, dirty talk, degradation, dom/sub, daddy kink, Subby!Reader, Daddy!Rafe, condescending praise…

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Rafe asked you to come over but when you arrived he wasn’t there, you knocked and rang the doorbell but there was no answer. You know where the spare key is and let your self in. You head up to his room thinking he might’ve been listening to music with headphones on or something.

When you discover he isn’t in there either you call and text him, no answer. You sit on his bed cross legged, you wait and wait and when you’re about to leave you hear the front door open and shut loudly.

It startles you but you remain in your spot, heavy steps echoed in the previously empty house. Finally the knob to the room twists and you look up to see Rafe, he is fuming. You have never seen him so upset, he seems to soften around you more than others. You aren’t used to seeing him angry like this.

His breathing is heavy as he slams his bedroom door shut. He turns back to you, eyes meeting yours, “Knees now.”

Your own breath hitches, blood rushing, heart pounding. Before he can chastise you for not listening you stumble off the bed.

You lower yourself down to the ground, on your knees. You look up at him through your fan of lashes, “Be a good girl and suck daddy off, yeah?” You nod not wanting to upset him further.

You undo his belt, the metal clinking. Next goes his fly until his pants are off and his hard cock is straining in his boxers begging for his baby’s attention.

Your tongue darts out to lick your lips as you free his cock. You mouth waters at the sight of the beads of pre cum.

“You know what to do baby, don’t wanna make daddy’s day any worse do you?” You bit you lip shaking your head no. “I let you slide last time but you know the rules, words baby, you have them you use them.”