Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; size kink; age gap; manipulation; tags to be added as story progresses
This is a dark!fic and Lee Bodecker x (short) reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Synopsis: You find yourself ostracized on campus by your shyness, but your reticence won’t deter an unwanted suitor.
Note: Just so you’re aware, this takes place during the mid-60s and Lee is a little older than in the movie :) Just so you’re not confused.
Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)
I really hope you enjoy. 💋
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You felt alone on campus.
When you got your acceptance, your parents swore it would be the experience of a lifetime, not to mention the value of education. Always the quiet one, withdrawn and wispy, the thought of moving away from home and living among strangers made you nervous.
Your first day in the dormitory assured you of your doubts and a semester in, you were still the sore thumb among the six girls in your unit. Your lectures were your sole respite from the pressure to make friends and fit in. You were always early and always intent on the professor.
That was what you were there for after all. If you wanted to hold onto your bursary, you had to maintain your average. You couldn’t be like the other students; you didn’t have rich parents or a trust fund, your degree actually had to mean something.
That night, you walked back from the evening book club meeting alone, as usual. You signed up in hopes you might meet someone like yourself, someone who didn’t just want to drink or smoke. While the members weren’t interested in the party life, they made you feel awful stupid as you struggled to pick up on the same themes in your readings and your sharing skills were never strong.
When it was your turn to talk about the chapter, you stuttered and muttered until you just gave up. You replayed the disastrous meeting in your head, the used copy of Nabakov under your arm as your bag swung against your side.
The sky turned a deepening azure as you reached Greek row and heard the muffled crackle of a record player and the buzz of voices from the largest of white houses painted with their respective fraternity colours. It was that new kind of music, the kind that made you want to hop, the kind the Christian club lobbied against on campus green.
As you got further down the street, the late winter crisp crawled up your thick stockings and made you shiver. You got closer to the raucous façade and watched as a couple stumbled out in bubbly conversation and quickly embraced against a pillar of the porch. You kept your head down and focused on the sidewalk.
A flash of blue and the ‘wop’ of a siren brought you to a halt. You stopped just at the corner of the frosty yard, the cloudy breath of the co-eds filling the air as they parted. The cruiser door opened and closed loudly and steady footsteps crossed the street. You watched from the shadows as the officer strode up the walk and stopped at the bottom of the stairs, propping his foot up on the lowest plank.
“You kids are bein’ awfully loud,” his voice carried above the din, he had the local accent that lilted his tone so that even the meanest words were dampened.
“Sorry, officer,” the girl pulled away from the boy and came to the top of the steps, “it’s Friday and we were just having fun--”
“Yeah, yeah,” the cop said as he hooked his thumb on his belt, “y’all know I’m here every week… you turn that racket down or maybe I come in and find something that needs confiscatin’.”
“Got it,” the frat boy said as he stood beside the girl, “I’ll tell Leighton.”
“Ain’t fun for me neither,” the officer slid his foot down to the ground, “I don’t like to ruin you kids’ night.”
“Thank you, officer,” the boy said, “I’m goin’ now.”
“Mhmm, I’ll see you next week then,” the cop scoffed as the boy grabbed the girl and dragged her inside. His voice called through the noise of the crowd for the boy Leighton and the music dulled just enough that it was only a subtle hum, “funny kids.”
The officer turned and chuckled as he reached into his jacket. He paused and his eyes wandered over to you as you stood silently by the edge of the yard. He pulled out a small box and tapped out a toothpick as he smiled at you. He replaced the box in his pocket as he stopped short.
“You headin’ in, girl?” he asked as he placed the toothpick between his lips, “looks like you late for the party.”
“Uh, no, I was just… going home,” you slowly urged yourself forward, “didn’t want to get in your way.”
You tapped towards him in your mary janes as you adjusted the book in your hand. He watched you approach as you kept your head down, just wanting to get past and get on to your dorm.
“Hold up,” he said just as you reached him, “you walkin’ home all alone after dark?”
“My dorm is just… just around the corner,” you said as you stopped and kept your eyes on his shoes, “thank you, officer.”
“Now, I don’t care if it’s just right there, you shouldn’t be alone,” he insisted, “how’s bout a ride, hmm? I gotta make a round of the campus anyway.”
“I can make it on my own…” you began and he tutted, “I mean, thank you, I suppose it’s rude to… um…”
“You’re not from these parts, huh?” he asked, “you got that accent. Real fine.”
“Uh uh,” you uttered, “it’s a nice place though.”
“City is, but the rest of the county...” he remarked, “you must be far from home then.”
“A little,” you shrugged.
“Well,” he rubbed his hands together, “let’s get goin’, it’s cold tonight.”
“Thank you, again,” you slowly followed him as he backed away and turned to cross the street.
“Not at all,” he said warmly as he neared the car and pulled open the back door, “one thing, it’s against policy to let passengers in the front seat.”
“Oh?” you blinked and looked into the cruiser, “I can walk, I--”
“Go on,” he waved you in, “probably comfier back there anyhow.”
You gave a tight-lipped smile and slid into the back seat. You swept your bag up into your lap as the door snapped shut and tucked the book under the flap. The car shifted as he got in the front and he looked at you in the wide rear view mirror.
“Mind my manners, I didn’t even introduce myself, Sheriff Bodecker,” he jingled his keys as he spoke, “and you, honey?”
You hesitated at the added pet name. No one ever called you anything but ‘miss’ or ‘young woman’. You cleared your throat and shifted as you tugged nervously at your scarf as it pressed against your chin. It was damp from your hot breath. You gave him your name and shrank back against the leather.
“This your first year?” he asked as he pulled out and tossed his toothpick out the window.
“Yes, sir,” you answered and you saw his head tilt just slightly as he drove slowly.
“You like it?” he continued.
“It’s… new,” you said stiffly, “I don’t know many people but I… I’m learning a lot.”
“Oh, I hear they teach lots of interesting things these days. Lotta red nonsense,” he sighed, “which way am I goin’, honey?”
“Left, sir, the third building on your right with the orange brick,” you replied.
“No parties to go to?” he snickered as he came up to your dormitory and rolled to a stop.
“I… I’m not much for them, sir,” you said as you tried the handle but the door didn’t budge.
“Sorry, forgot about that,” he got out and opened the door from outside, “there ya go.”
You stepped out and your foot slipped on a patch of thin ice. You caught yourself on the door as he grabbed your arm and helped steady you. You laughed nervously and thanked him.
“Careful there,” he said, “hate for you to mess up that face, honey.”
“I’m alright,” you assured him and carefully drew away from him, “thank you for the ride, I really appreciate it.”
“It’s just my job,” he sniffed, “you know, keepin’ the campus safe… when I can.”
“I’m sure you have much more to worry about than some college kids,” you said.
“Eh, you’d be surprised,” he intoned, “I’m around on Fridays, there’s always noise complaints ‘round here.”
You were quiet, unsure what to say or how to detach yourself gracefully. You just wanted to go inside and listen to the radio as you reread the chapter. You smiled nervously and he looked down at you beneath the streetlight.
“I might see you around,” he said, “and don’t mind givin’ ya another ride, ya know? Can’t have you lost in the dark, heh.”
“It’s nice of you, sir, but I’m grown now, I can take care of myself,” you assured him, though you hated how black it got on this side of campus.
“Well, don’t be shy, give me a wave if you see me,” he closed the door as you sidestepped it, “and you have a good night. Get yourself warmed up with some nice tea… though I know you college kids prefer a harder comfort.”
“I don’t drink,” you said awkwardly, “but, uh… good night, officer.”
You went around the back of the car and stepped up onto the curb. You went up to the grated door and fished out your key. You peeked over your shoulder as you unlocked the door and found the Sheriff watching you over the roof of his car.
His large-brimmed hat shadowed his face and his constant gaze sent a shiver through you, but that could’ve been the nightly chill. You gave a small wave and let yourself in, quickly hiding behind the inner door, happy to be home safe.
Summary: You and your big orc husband enjoy your wedding night.
Pairing: Orc x chubby female reader
Warnings: Smut. It’s literally just badly written smut. Size difference, face sitting, unprotected sex, exophilia, badly written ending
A/N: Finally after a century I have written something. This was requested by an anon, so here you go anon, I hope you like it. I’ve never written for an orc before so this was interesting. I took a more modern twist on it, and kind of based the orc off of WoW orcs, so I hope that’s what you had in mind. Anyways, enjoy the badly written smut with an even worse ending!
It had finally happened. You had gotten married. You had dreamed of this moment for a long time, since you were a little girl. It excited you, the prospect of being married, despite your family’s hesitation with your decision on a groom. Your mother had been understanding, but your father had his reservations about your choice of partner. But he was your father. He wouldn’t approve of anyone who wanted to date you, let alone marry you. But you didn’t care. You loved your big orc...husband. You could call him husband now.
You leaned your head on his shoulder as he carried you into your hotel room. It had been a gift from your parents for the night before you would leave for your honeymoon. Tulgan had to duck slightly to make it in the door. You weren’t kidding when you called him big. You were small for a human, but you barely cleared his elbow when standing next to him.
You didn’t care. You loved every inch of him.
He sets you on the bed gingerly, ever the gentle giant. You look up at him in all his glory. He had stripped out of the tuxedo jacked during the reception and was currently laying on the luggage that had been delivered to the hotel early. The fitted shirt hugged his muscles just the right way, the starched white contrasting with the evergreen tone of his skin. He wore his hair braided back, a tradition that spanned centuries. You can’t help but ogle as he kneels down, fitted pants stretched across thick, strong thighs. You’d be out of your dress in a second if you caught a glimpse of his ass.
You bite your lip as he grips your ankle, hand firm as it carefully massages the tires muscles. Your heels weren’t tall, but they certainly had done a number on your feet between the ceremony and the reception.
He carefully removes them, setting them on the floor. Your skirts were bunched up slightly, tulle and lace partially blocking your view of him. A light moan leaves your lips as his hands slide upward, working their way to your knees.
“Feel good?”
You bite your lip, nodding.
“You looked like an angel, walking down the aisle.” He parts your knees to settle himself amongst the tulle of your skirt. “I couldn’t stop thinking how lucky I am to have you.”
You smile, tears threatening to fall from the emotional night you’d had. “Oh Tulgan, you big softie.” He chuckles, the sound vibrating through you. You reach a hand up, tracing a tusk with your finger. “I’m certainly the lucky one.”
He smiles, eyes scrunching in the adorable way as his arms reach over your dress to wrap around your middle. He presses his forehead against yours, breathing you in. “I think we can call it even and say we’re both lucky.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, sitting up slightly. “Now, I’m sure you’d like to get out of this dress.”
You nod, groaning slightly. “I was ready four hours ago.”
You let out a squeak as he picks you up, hands on your waist. He sets you down, back facing him. Dulled claws work at the ties and zippers keeping the dress on. You start to feel slightly nervous again, your brain’s reaction every time something like this happened.
Four years and you still can’t quite shake the self-consciousness around him. You weren’t exactly a supermodel. You were...soft. Tulgan said he preferred you that way, wanting something to hold on to at night. He had spent hours reassuring you of his love for your body just the way it was.
You had met plenty of orc women in your time around Tulgan, and none of them were exactly supermodels. You try to remember that as his hands release the last zipper and it drops to the floor, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. Tulgan’s hands are warm as they smooth along the skin of your waist, the broad expanse of his body pressing against yours. You can feel every hard muscle against your back, plus something else pressing into the dip of your lower back.
“Happy to see me?” You ask, fingers splaying out on his smooth shirt.
He chuckles, the sound almost morphing into a low growl. “Always.”
Tulgan’s warm breath fans through your hair, still in its updo. You wanted to take it out, but at the same time you knew you weren’t exactly going anywhere. Dulled claws trace along the skin of your stomach, tickling you enough to cause goosebumps to form. You let yourself go, letting your body lean back against the orc behind you. He’s warm, warmer than a human, and it’s comforting to you. You loved his warmth, even in the heat of summer. It was like a comforting blanket, reminding you of his presence. He had sworn to protect you in his vows, and he meant it.
You turn in his arms, hands smoothing over the broad expanse of his chest. It swells slightly in pride as your fingers begin to work on his shirt buttons. His hands are at your back, claws scratching your skin as he undoes your bra, yanking it down your arms and tossing it across the room. You don’t care to look where it lands, busy sliding his shirt over his shoulders and down his arms. You may have been considered soft, but no one ever said that about him. He was made of hard muscle, a warrior born in a time of peace. His strength was immense, far surpassing your own. You knew he could crush your skull without strain if he wanted to, but the way his hands delicately cup your face tells you he would never do such a thing.
“I love you.” He says, running a thumb over your lips.
You smile up at him, standing on your toes to give you as much height as you can. “I love you too.”
He presses his lips to yours, bending down the rest of the way. His tusks tickle your cheeks, tongue quickly working its way into your mouth. You hadn’t wanted to stop kissing him at the altar, but you knew there would be time for it later. It was now later.
You grip his shoulders, his hands waiting to catch you as you jump into his arms. His hands grip your thick thighs, holding you easily as you continue kissing him. He tastes musky and like the whiskey he’d drank at the reception before you had left for the hotel.
He separates your lips as he lays down on the bed, holding you above him. You’re sitting on his stomach, abs flexing as he breathes. Your legs are spread wide across him, the wetness beginning to dampen your panties pressed against his skin, and by the smug look on his face you can tell he feels it.
“You better lose that smug look.”
He smirks deeper, hands gripping your waist. “Or what?”
You give him your own smirk, leaning down to his ear before taking the pointed appendage between your teeth and biting down. He lets out a roar loud enough to shake your entire body, claws digging into your skin, but you don’t care. You release his ear, sitting up with a smirk. He looks utterly wrecked under you: panting, eyes hooded. His hands reach up, cupping a breast in each. He’s wearing the leather beaded bracelet you had made for him as a gift during your courtship, your own leather necklace still around your neck.
His claws circle your nipples, already peaked, and he’d barely touched you. You know you’re going to get it, having taken a bold move biting his ear. His fingers pinch at your nipples, drawing sweet moans from your lips. He loves hearing the sounds of your moans, like music to his ears.
You can feel yourself getting wetter, hips moving against his stomach. You can feel the rough texture of his skin through your panties, deliciously rubbing against your clit. He watches you, biting his own lip as he strains painfully against his pants at the sight. You are absolutely beautiful to him.
His hands leave your breasts, lifting you up slightly, stopping your movement. You let out an adorable whine at the loss of contact, but he inches you closer up his chest until you’re practically seated on his face. You grip the headboard, his hands easily tearing your panties off of you. You can’t bring yourself to care, as his lips are on you instantly. His tusks press against your thighs, scratching against the skin. You know you’ll have plenty of marks from tonight on your body tomorrow.
His tongue licks a line across your folds, teeth scraping against your clit. Your body jerks in reaction, grinding against his tongue and teeth. Jolts of pleasure shoot through you, your legs shaking from his ministrations. You hold yourself up, partially with the help of his hands on your waist. His tongue is thick and hot as it traces your clit, winding you up towards the edge you can practically see.
And then you fall over, reaching your first orgasm of the night.
He laps every drop, licking you clean practically. You feel overstimulated, hips trying to move away from him when he finally lets you go. He holds you against his chest, stroking your hair softly.
“You good?” He rumbles, claws tracing patterns on your back.
You nod, fingers playing in the dark hair on his chest. “Yeah. Better than good.”
He laughs. “I’m just getting started.”
He takes your hand in his, pressing it against the sizable bulge in his pants. You let out a quiet sound, feeling the hardness against your palm through his tuxedo pants.
“Well, maybe we should do something about that.” You say, sitting up slightly and undoing his belt.
He doesn’t stop you, watching you as you undo his pants, his hips lifting to help you slide them, along with his boxers, down his legs. He kicks them off, leaving himself bare to you. He’s huge, hard and leaking against his stomach. You blanch for a moment, wondering just how he’s going to fit inside you. He had to be the size of your forearm, easily.
You reach out, gripping his length in your hand. You can barely get your fingers all the way around him, his own hand closing over yours, showing you how to grip him. He moves your hand with his, teaching you the rhythm he likes. You catch on easily, working him up more than he already was.
He pulls your hand away before too long, pulling you back against his chest. “You’re in control.” He says, sitting you over his stomach again.
You gulp, but you’re glad for the invitation. You had never had anyone nearly as big as he was, and you knew it would take a lot to get him in. Regardless, he holds you up, using his strength as you situate yourself over him, easing the tip against you. You slowly press yourself down on him, a burning stretch to fit him even just an inch inside. You brace yourself on his stomach, legs trembling already from the stretch as your body tries to adjust to him. He sits up, wrapping his arms around you, breathing sweet nothings into your hair, praising you.
You slowly inch yourself down his length, taking him more and more as you adjust to his size. You’re already fluttering around him, feeling close to the edge, and you had just barely gotten started. You hold yourself back, though, gripping his shoulders as you take as much of him as you can.
He lays back down, gripping your curves with his hands as you begin to move, using his arms for leverage as you roll your hips. He’s so big inside of you, stretching you and hitting every part of you without trying you’re not sure how much longer you’re going to last, and by the look on his face you know he’s not going to last much longer either.
You push yourself further onto him, taking as much of him as you physically can, his tip hitting something inside you that has you crying out. He groans at the sensation, his hips jerking slightly as you tighten around him. You repeat that movement, hitting that spot over and over, and before you know it, you’re practically seeing stars. He growls underneath you; the sound vibrating through your body as he thrusts up into you a couple times before finishing himself. He’s hot as he spurts into you, a sheen of sweat on both your bodies, but you don’t care, resting on his chest anyway.
You groan as he slips out of you, a rush of fluid following. You moan slightly at the feeling, his hands brushing over your skin gently.
“Are you alright, love?” He asks, touch gentle on your overly stimulated body.
You nod, limp on his chest, limbs like jelly. “Yeah. Never been better.”
He smiles. “Good. Because we’re not finished here.”
Could you do the sayians including bardock black zamasu and the fusions woth a smol s/o around 5'2 who is nice and kind but gives crushing hugs and can be afraid to give hugs cause they don't wanna hurt anyone
Goku: -Thinks you are ADORABLE
- He knows you wouldn’t hurt him, he’s pretty strong.
-With that strength, he would enjoy training you so you can spar.
-He loves picking you up and holding you.
-Your hugs feel really good to him, and he always tries to coax you to hug him, even when you feel scared that you are going to hurt him.
Vegeta: -Doesn’t really care for hugs, but privately wants you to hug him and hold him.
-Thinks you’re still weak, but he might actually train you if you were up for it.
-Could easily pick you up and throw you over his shoulder to demonstrate that he is strong and you will not hurt him with your hugs.
-Thinks you are super cute and smol. He enjoys being the taller one in the relationship.
Raditz: -Thinks you’re puny, but so cute.
-Will let you hug him, and he might pretend to be hurt to tease you.
-Loves that you are so passionate about giving hugs.
-Wants ALL THE HUGS.
-Just loves you all around.
Nappa: -He thinks you’re super funny and cute.
-Enjoys how sweet you are and that you are so nice to him.
-Will let you hug him and he reassures that you aren’t hurting him.
-He just TOWERS over you.
-You have a good dynamic.
Broly: -Not really sure why you’re so worried
-He thinks your hugs feel good, but he’s confused about hugs anyways.
-Will pick you up and throw you around like you weigh nothing.
-Adores you and will assure you that you can hug him.
Bardock: -Doesn’t really care about hugs.
-But, he knows you won’t actually hurt him.
-Might actually train you to become stronger.
-Thinks you’re so adorable and he loves that you are kind.
-He needs kindness in his life, and you can give that to him.
Goku Black: -Ehhh doesn’t like hugs, but he will be so happy if you hug him in secret.
-Might fight you because he’s like that.
-He knows you can’t hurt him
-He’s cocky about that fact too. He’ll show you that you can’t hurt him.
Zamasu: -Shy boi. He’s never really had too many hugs.
-He really needs it. He is willing to chance the fact that you might hurt him with your hugs just to feel your touch.
-Wants to protect you.
-He’s not sure how to return affections though.
-He thinks you’re adorable and is too shy to talk about it.
Gogeta: -Will fight you if you wanted to spar.
-Loves your hugs, but he knows you can’t hurt him.
-Yet, he won’t make you feel bad if you’re worried about hurting him.
-Loves how cute you are.
-Will pick you up and kiss you.
Vegito: -He doesn’t need hugs.
-But wants them badly.
-He knows you can’t hurt him, but he’ll tease you about it.
-Thinks you’re downright cute and loves the fact that he’s taller than you.
-Will tower over you a little and tease you about that.
-Wants to protect you.
Being a small human with a boyfriend has its ups and downs. It can even be more bizarre if your boyfriend is extremely tall and muscular pillar men.
Having Santana as your boyfriend is certainly an experience.
The first time Santana meet you, you were volunteering at the science lab they kept all the pillar men in.
You were the first person he talked to without degrading them in some way. He loved your clumsy and upbeat personality when he talked to you. You both talked until a guard told you it was time for you to go home for the day as he pulled you away kinda forcefully from the young pillar men.
He didn’t like that one bit, Kars knew Santana grew close to you so he said he could l keep you because he saw it as an experiment to see if human females have evolved over the thousands of years they have slumbered.
This is when they made their move. As the guard was sending you on your way, they were able to get out of their enclosure. Before you could get out the building you were picked up by him and asked where you lived.
This is when you guys relationship really got off. After all five of you made it to your house you told them you only had four bed rooms. Since Kars knew Santana liked you, he said that Santana can sleep with you while him, Esidisi, and Wamuu got the other rooms.
Before you could object, Santana pulled you into the direction of your room. When you asked him how did he know which room was yours, he told you he followed your sent.
As you guys walked in your room, he picked you up and sat on the bed with you in his lap. He looked down at your small form as blushed started to creep onto your face.
“What are you do-mmh?!” He put his hands on your face and started pinching your cheeks. As you tried to stop him, he continued to mess with you as he called you a “bunny” because your so small and had chubby cheeks. You tried again to get off him, but he wrapped his rib blades around you so you couldn’t go anywhere. The only thing you could do now was sit still and let it happen.
Luckily, it didn’t last for to long. After about 30 mins of squishing your cheeks, he finally let you go, when he was your your shelf with your step stool. He stood up going over to it, to look at all you have up there.
“Do you see something that you like?” You asked as you walked over to him .
“Why do you have such a tall shelf if you can’t reach the top? It’s pointless.” He said easily reaching your stuff on the top shelf getting one of your favorite books that you have read countless of times.
Avoiding the statement you asked him if he wanted you to read him the book. He thought about for a second before he handed you the book and took a sit on your plush rug pulling you into his lap.
As you two were reading the others came in to listen to you read. Santana held you closer as the other sat around you. The story was starting to pick up as the hours started grew longer. Somewhere between chapter 2 and 3 you feel asleep in his arms.
They marked where you stopped and called it a night. Santana carefully picked you up and put you on your bed. He covered you with a blanket as he got in on the other side and held you close to him.
He did despise humans, but he could make a small exception .
Speaking of Bara!Sans I drew him but I kind of hate it haha
I’ve never drawn the big boi before, and I really struggle with drawing size differences (even tho I love them) but I’m going to keep working at it. I think the next on I’ll sketch will be short sans with a tall y/n
Sorry if you don’t know what story this is but the story made by Firekitty59 called Sugar dipped in poison, the spinel in there is human and part of the mafia. I was wondering if you could do something with her comforting a smol fem reader?
I absolutely know what you’re talking about and I love the story @firekitty59! You writing is immaculate!
“Hey there dolly, what’s up?” Spinel asked as you seemingly dragged your way through the front door kicking it shut behind you.
Damn, you must have looked bad if she actually felt the need to say something.
“Nothing, nothing just having a bad day is all. Don’t worry about it, I’ll probably feel better later on.” You ended up mumbling only to let out a started yelp when your face planted firmly against her chest.
Oh.
Her attire hung loosely on her slim frame signifying she was just changing her clothes. The white button up shirt left her collar bone exposed while the straps of her suspenders hung at her hips. Her shoes lay scattered on the floor as if she had just kicked them off.
Spinel didn’t give you time to react and quickly wrapped her arms around you, pulling your body close to her own. Her magenta eyes peered down at you with such softness and concern that it sent a warm buzz through your body, making your face heat up.
Lovely.
“It’s okay, bad days happen, hmm?” You nodded into her shirt, the stress and events and overall build-up of the day finally wearing on you. When that first little sniffle left you she seemed all the more present, all the more attentive. Her hold on you tightened and all you could do was grasp her shirt. Your eyes fell closed as you listened to her softly reassure you that everything was okay that she loved you and that she’d always be there to hold you like this if things seemed down.
“Everythin’ will be fine (y/n), I promise.”
You knew it would because she never lied to you before. If spinel said it would be better then it would.
Minutes passed and during that time you hadn’t realized she’d slowly sat down and pulled you onto her lap.
The way she seemed to wrap around you, unconsciously trying to protect you from the world outside brought a smile to your lips and it wasn’t long before you were nuzzling against her, your arms moving to loosely wrap around her neck.
Good god, you had forgotten how much bigger than you she was. You’d never complain about it though, you loved it. Especially when she pulled you against her like this, getting all lovey-dovey... it just made you feel loved and protected.
Content.
“Feeling better?” She softly questioned her voice lowered to keep the mood calm and quiet.
You pulled back slightly smiling up at her before nodding a quiet ‘yeah’, internally marveling at the way her face seemed to light up.
She just laughed lightly pulling you back before running her hands up over your back and sides, tickling you lightly before going back to rubbing at your back. Neither of you said a word after what seemed like hours after that instead just sitting there soaking up the comfort the other provided unconditionally— holding each other close before you eventually dozed off in the warm strawberry scented embrace.
Since you're doing imagines I wanna see how you do :3 (oh yeah and happy belated new year X'D) But uh, May I ask for ole Red? With a shy reader? I love protectiveness usually XD
OBVIOUSLY YO CAN ASK! I love some protective snas to uwu enjoy!!
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Red is already shy and super self conscious and with you being shy and quiet?? He can’t take it.. his instincts are going haywire and all there saying is “protect the bean, pROTECTE tHE BEAN!!” So he’s all growly and snappy when other try to touch you. It’s HIS smol bean, GET YOUR OWN!
-but sometimes when your extra shy and super quiet, (when you guys are ALONE) Red will spoon you and nuzzle/purr until your tiny heart is asleep. If Boss (UF Papyrus) caught him and you. Red will just nope and teleport RIGHT outta there....with you of corse....
Boss isn’t really a big fan of you, and he kinda hates you. I mean your useless! You don’t talk a lot, your tiny, you can’t even defend yourself from gangs!! Big no no in his book. So Boss may or may not yell and scream when you come over.. which makes you scrunch away.. and makes Red worry.. then blame himself.. and it’s a big mess of sadness and fluff!!
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Hopefully you like it!! It might be really bad and I apologize.. but I tried!
