♡ childish!reader who doesn't really understand the danger he's capable of — or maybe she does, but chooses to ignore it, like a child covering her ears and humming when things get too scary. she sees Rafe with those wide, trusting eyes, still thinking he’s just “a little mean sometimes.”
🔪 killer!rafe who talks to her like she’s made of porcelain, soft voice, low and slow — not because he’s gentle by nature, but because she’s the only thing that calms him. “You don’t need to know what I do, bunny. Just keep smiling like that. Let me worry about the ugly stuff.”
♡ childish!reader who throws small tantrums when he won’t let her go out alone. she pouts, stomps her feet, threatens to “run away forever” — but ends up curled in his lap, hugging his neck and mumbling, “you’re still mean,” while he strokes her hair.
🔪 killer!rafe who gets irrationally angry when someone makes fun of the way she talks, the way she gets excited about childish things, or calls her dumb — because only he gets to tease her, and no one else gets to see her eyes well up. “What did you say about her? Huh?” he growls, already pulling up his sleeves, and she has to tug on his arm with a “Rafie, please don’t be scary...”
♡ childish!reader who decorates his knives with tiny stickers, “so they’re less spooky,” she says. he lets her. he lets her because every time he sees the little pink star on the handle, he remembers why he’s still pretending to be human.
🔪 killer!rafe who lies to her constantly — “that guy moved away,” “there was no screaming,” “my hands are red ‘cause I spilled paint.” she believes him. or maybe she just smiles and plays along, pretending not to see the blood on his boots, because her little world is safe as long as he’s there.
♡ childish!reader who makes him friendship bracelets with glitter beads and crooked letters, proudly tying them on his wrist like she just gave him a sacred gift.
🔪 killer!rafe who becomes obsessed with protecting her innocence, like if he shields her long enough, the rest of the world won’t taint her softness. He’ll kill for her. he has killed for her. And the worst part? She probably knows. And she loves him anyway.
WARNING!: Angst, Not much smut, Littlespaced!Male!Reader, My first time writing something like this, so I could have fucked it up...I am sorry if I did, Rough Sex, Mean!Loki, If I shall try again, let me know. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED THAT THIS COULD BE TRASH !!
Loki started working with the Avengers 2 weeks ago now and became pretty busy. Loki had less and less time for M/n. As soon as Loki got home he did a lot of paperwork and always sends M/n away.
M/n was getting sick of it.
“Daddy ! Play with me !”, M/n whined.
“Not now M/n. Be a good boy and let Daddy work.”
M/n pouted and then left. Never had M/n thought that Loki would never spend much time with him anymore that day and it was getting on his nerves.
Loki was back from another mission again and wanted to kiss M/n, claim his Lover’s mouth again, like he always did. As Loki came into the room, M/n was drawing on his tablet. Loki smiled.
“Hello, Love.”, Loki greeted.
M/n didn’t say anything back, which was rare.
‘Probably into his drawing right now…’, Loki thought.
Loki came over to M/n and tried to kiss his mouth, but he turned away from Loki.
“What is wrong ? You never denied kisses.”, Loki asked on edge.
M/n ignored him.
“Don’t ignore me, Love.”, Loki growled.
“Why ? You have work to do all the time. When I have work myself, you suddenly have a problem with it, Loki ?”, M/n hissed out.
Loki flinched. Most of the time he called Loki ‘Daddy’, but not today.
He sighed.
“Right…I will go back to work.”, Loki said and kissed M/n’s cheek.
As Loki left the room, M/n got tears in his eyes.
‘Why doesn’t he care about me ? Am I boring to him ? Why doesn’t he spend time with me anymore ? That bit he spends with me is close to nothing… 10 seconds at best…’
M/n hoped that Loki will punish him and ask why he is so toxic to Loki, but nope. Does he not care about M/n anymore ?
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This went on for days. M/n being hissy with Loki, but Loki always ended up leaving, not picking up what M/n seeks of him. So he picked up the game.
Loki brought M/n his most beloved food and set it in front of him. M/n looked at it, but didn’t grab his silverware. He didn’t even dig in, when Loki did.
“Love, eat.”, Loki said.
“Not hungry.”, M/n snarled.
“Pet, you have to eat.”
“NOT HUNGRY !”, M/n yelled at Loki and shoved the plate away.
Loki sighed.
“Fine, then go to bed and sleep.”, Loki said and continued to eat.
M/n got up and went into the living room, sat down on the couch and turned on the TV.
“M/n I said go to bed and sleep !”, Loki said on edge.
“And I am not sleepy and want to watch something !”
“M/n it is late !”
“Does it look like I care, Loki ?!”
At that Loki looked away, not hungry anymore and got rid of the dishes.
“Clearly you don’t… Good night then, M/n.”, Loki said and left.
M/n stared at Loki’s back in shock as he left.
‘Why is he not making me go to sleep ? Why is he not punishing me ?!’
The next day M/n pushed it too far. He met up with Thor and as soon as Loki was in the same room and he and Thor where, M/n kissed Thor’s cheek and hugged him.
“M/N L/N ! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING ?!”, Loki screamed.
“Spend time with someone ! YOU never do anymore !”, M/n yelled.
Loki was outraged. Such a brat ! He tore M/n away from Thor and into their room. As soon as they got there he made their clothes vanish and he started to spank M/n’s ass, which made him cry out in pain, because Loki’s spanks felt like brick stones.
Loki spanked M/n’s ass for what felt like days, but he only spanked him for 2 hours. He was crying when Loki was finished with him. Not that Loki cared, he was far from done with punishing M/n.
He made M/n go on all his fours and then he rawly entered his ass, making M/n cry louder. Loki fucked him roughly and mercilessly, not caring what M/n has to whine about.
“DADDY, IT HURTS !!”, M/n sobbed out.
“Does it look like I care ?!”
M/n was silent after that and just took it, crying until the pain finally left, which was after 1 hour of rough, punishing Sex. Even after that, Loki forbade him to talk or make any sounds. Which made M/n even sadder. Loki always said he loved to hear his voice, it seems like a lie now. The way how Loki told him to shut up…
“If you dare to make any sounds with your annoying voice I will hurt you more ! I don’t want to hear your stupid voice !”, Loki snarled at him.
M/n just let Loki do what he wanted with him and let silent tears escape. He was right after all, wasn’t he ? Loki didn’t care about him anymore. That explained everything… M/n was too much for Loki to handle, just like for everyone else…
After 4 hours Loki was done with M/n. He pulled out and M/n just fell to his right side, emotionlessly. Loki got up, not seeing that M/n is not in a childish mode anymore right now, and went to the Bathroom. As he came back he was cleaned and then he cleaned M/n.
“You okay, Love ?”, Loki asked.
Silence.
Loki looked at M/n’s face and saw that M/n was different right now. Not littlespaced anymore and…emotionless.
“M/n ?”
“What ?”
“Are you okay ?”
“Yeah.”, M/n lied.
He was anything than okay. He was right. Loki hated him.
“Why did you act so bratty and hissy with me these weeks ?”, Loki asked.
“Because you didn’t spend any time with me anymore. Ten seconds was all you spent with me per day. The rest was on Paperwork, meetings, missions and checkups. I felt like you ignored me and started to forget about me. I felt like I was unimportant to you. And I was right.”
Loki’s eyes widened.
“You are wrong.”, he stated.
“You just proved that you hate me ! Caught up in your own damn lies !”, M/n yelled at him, tears in eyes.
Loki stared at M/n.
“I knew I was too much for you when I am in littlespace… I can’t believe that I believed you that I was not !”
“Is it because I told you to shut up and that I said I don’t care that it hurts ?”, Loki asked.
“No because you said Santa died.”, M/n said sarcastically.
“OF COURSE THAT IS WHY !”, he then yelled at Loki.
“M/n I was mad at you for disobeying me a lot and the kissing AND hugging Thor. The only person I hate most here, getting touched by what is MINE.”
“S-so you didn’t mean it…? T-That my voice is annoying and you don’t care about me ?”
“Of course I didn’t mean it ! I love you and I love it when you are childish ! I love your voice and I care a lot about you ! I was just…angry…”, Loki told him with tears in his own eyes.
He never thought about what M/n was going through the whole time he was away. And to know that himself…HURT. He, the one person that was supposed to love him more than anything…
Loki pulled M/n into a tight hug and sniffed, while he kissed the top of his head. M/n held Loki tightly too and cried.
“I am sorry !”, he yelled into Loki’s chest.
“No. I am sorry. I never thought about how you would feel, when I am never much around anymore. I should have, but I didn’t.”
They just stayed in each other’s arms until they calmed down.
“How about I will take a break from being an Avenger, to spend more time with you again ? See it as…trying to make it up to you.”, Loki suggested.
M/n wiped his last tears and nodded.
“Only if you want to…”, he said softly.
Loki kissed his Lover.
“I will take a break then.”, he said.
They smiled at one another.
“But now let us sleep and cuddle, yes ?”, Loki asked.
M/n nodded and with that they laid down and fell asleep in one another’s arms.
I didn’t make it too smutty, because in the end smut is more of a reward and makes people forget sometimes why they were even mad, so I made it like this. More of a ONESHOT than a SMUT ONESHOT, but meh. I mean if it isn’t to the imagination/liking of the one who requested this, then they can tell me and I will try again. Like I said this is my very first time doing this and the first time not is ALWAYS the best...
“Do I look good ?” - killer!rafe x childish!reader
Summary. rafe takes reader to ballet class
She emerges from the bathroom in her pastel pink leotard and pink skirt, which skims her thighs. She's put two heart-shaped clips in her hair, pulled up into a perfect little bun. Her tights are a little too thin for the cold, but she doesn't care. She just wants him to look at her.
She approaches him, hands clasped behind her back, cheeks a little pink, eyes shining with hope.
“Rafe… do I look good?”
He looks up. She's standing in front of him, all fragile and soft, like a porcelain doll from another world. And it makes him sick.
Because she's beautiful, yes. But…
He stands up slowly, drops the black jacket he was wearing over his shoulders, and approaches her.
His fingers run up her jaw, to her chin.
“You look too good,” he murmurs, his voice a little hoarse. “That's the problem.”
She blinks, confused.
"But… I want to look nice. For you."
He smiles, but it's not sweet, not nice. It's a smile a little too tense, a little too tight.
"You do, bunny. You do it a little too well."
He places a kiss on her forehead and holds her close.
"Let's go. I'll take you."
As he's about to leave, rafe holds her by the wrist, making her turn around.
“Wait” showing her a small camera, "let me take a photo."
The air freezes for a moment, delicate as spun sugar, as she tilts her head slightly and gives him a hesitant smile - the one she's practiced in the mirror, the one she knows he likes. Her fingers tighten behind her back, and she nods shyly, letting him position her.
Rafe crouches slightly, camera firmly in hand. He doesn't tell her how to pose - he never has to. She stands there as if in a dream: tender roses, trembling eyelashes, quivering lips.
“Look at me,” he says softly.
She does, all innocent and hopeful, and he takes the picture.
The click of the camera echoes louder than it should.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, eyes still on her. "You're mine like that."
She doesn't quite understand what he means-not completely-but the way he reverently pockets the camera warms her chest.
Rafe brushes a lock of hair away from her temple, even though her bun is impeccable. It's just an excuse to touch her.
Then, in a low voice, “If anyone else looks at you like that today… I'll scratch their eyes out.”
This is no joke.
But he soothes her with a kiss on her cheek and puts an arm around her shoulders, guiding her toward the door.
"Come on, ballerina. You're going to be late."
And she follows, her cheeks hot again - not from cold, not from fear. Just the feeling of being seen. Noticed. Chosen.
Even if it's by someone with blood on their hands...
how childish!reader will react if killer!rafe yell at her
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He screams.
And it pierces her. Clean. Like a stab in the gut.
"Fuck, stop that bullshit for two seconds! Can't you see my head's not in it?! "
Yet she had done nothing wrong, she was just being herself. Maybe too much for rafe at that moment. She didn't straighten him out. She just stands there, frozen, her eyes round, her arms flailing.
Her heart is pounding too hard. But her face doesn't move.
Not a tear. Not a word.
He looks at her, breathless, tense. And she just nods, gently.
"All right... " she says, low. Too low.
Then she turns on her heels, quietly.
Almost politely.
She doesn't run. She doesn't slam the door. She climbs the stairs like a well-behaved little girl. Just as she's been taught.
Don't make any noise. Don't bother. Don't show your pain.
Rafe says nothing. He thinks she's going to pout at him.That she'll look away for two hours and come back with a hug, like always.
But he doesn't know what she's hiding in her room.
She gently closes the door. Sits on the edge of the bed. Keeps her hands firmly in her lap.
And then, without a sound, it creaks.
Her shoulders tremble, her tears flow, silently at first , then she stifles a sob in her sweater. Like she used to do when she was little. When her parents screamed.
Because she's always believed that if you cry in front of people, they leave. Or they hit. Or they scream louder. When she had to behave, even if everything inside screamed too.
She cries into her cushion. Tears you don't show anyone. Not even the one you love.
And right now, even though she knows Rafe isn't like that, her body doesn't care. He panics like it was only yesterday. Like it was still at her parents' house. As if she were six years old and shouldn't cry.
♡ childish!reader who pouts when things don’t go her way, arms crossed and cheeks puffed out like a cartoon character — but it never lasts long, not when someone gives her a hug or bribes her with candy. She’s quick to forgive and even quicker to laugh, especially at jokes that no one else finds funny.
♡ childish!reader who gets genuinely excited about silly things — bubbles, stickers, glitter pens, birthday balloons — and talks with the same enthusiasm whether she’s telling you about her favorite cartoon or a weird dream she had last night.
♡ childish!reader who gets easily distracted by cute animals, soft textures, and anything colorful. She’ll stop mid-conversation just to point out a butterfly, or gasp dramatically if she sees a rainbow.
♡ childish!reader who clings to people she trusts — holding pinkies instead of hands, leaning her head on their shoulder without warning, or slipping her hand into theirs like it’s the most natural thing in the world. she’s a little clingy, a little needy, but never in a way that feels heavy
♡ childish!reader who doesn’t care about being "mature" or "cool" — she’d rather be soft, loud, overly expressive and honest. she wears her heart on her sleeve, glitter in her hair, and joy in her voice, making the world around her feel a little brighter just by being in it.
♡ childish!reader who cries when she’s overwhelmed — not always from sadness, but from too much of anything. She hides under blankets when she’s scared, needs her comfort plushie to sleep, and sometimes just wants to be held while someone tells her everything’s going to be okay.
꧁ storie with childish!reader ꧂
How will be childish!reader x killer!rafe Cameron
How childish!reader will react if killer!rafe yell at her
Okay I have a thought, childish!reader always finds a way to do things she shouldn’t — like stumbling upon Rafe’s knife, or the tools he uses to hurt people. This time she’s found an axe. And, of course, she thought it would look prettier with a ribbon. Rafe comes home, exhausted, only to find his little pumpkin with something dangerous — something bad — something from him. He feels sick knowing she found it, even though he hid it away in the attic’s torture room, a place she should never have reache
