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How Monty rescued Tiny!Reader from one of his water hazards.
#fnaf#five nights at freddy#gruff monty soft monty :)#Montgomery gator#fnaf shrunk au#tiny!reader#g/t#giant/tiny#drowning#my art#ugh#don't look at me I'm indulging
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AS I SAID,I AM GIVING U THIS RN
So I know am obsessed with this but I cannot find stuff like this anymore so yeah :(
So 5/6 words..
Giant venti with child human/reader
And I always ask the child thing cuz I am thing g/t things with tiny/human child is adorable….and my oc is a child…
THATS ALL TYSM FOR UR ATTENTION💕💕💕
I adore Venti so much, favorite Archon go brrrrrr. Sorry this took so long, I actually survived a tornado over the weekend, thankfully I was just visiting the area so I didn't have any damage, but a friend I knew that lived in the area did so I was helping them out. Thanks for the patience all the same <3
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“Little one you’re a bit far from home.” You giggled softly at the familiar breeze that wrapped around you. It smelled like Sunsettias, which was good, that meant your friend actually ate something today.
“I wanted to see you though!” You pouted as you looked up at the entrance to the broken temple place. “I got a vision!”
“Oh?” You clapped eagerly as the familiar teal eyes slowly blinked open in front of you. The big Bard pulled himself up a little so he could see you properly, ever so gently ruffling your hair with a single finger. “What element is it?”
“Anemo!” You exclaimed proudly. “Mama said Bardabatos gave me his blessing!”
Venti barely held back his laughter at the butchering of his Archon name. “I see, you must have impressed the Anemo God for sure.”
“I think he’s happy I made friends with you, Mister Bard!” You grinned, the wind gently playing around you, at your whim and Venti’s supervision. “Does that mean I get to see you stand up now?”
Venti bit back a groan. He had promised you that when you were older and gained a vision he would show you his entire form. He didn’t think it would come so soon, nor that you would remember the promise.
“Alright little one, but we’ll have to be careful. If the wrong person sees me stand up they could hurt me.” He hummed softly, the noise causing you to giggle more as the air around you practically vibrated with the sound. “Come here, I need to make sure I don’t lose you now.”
You practically threw yourself into his open hand, the warmth of his hand was like the nicest bed in the world. You watched in awe from where you were laying on your back as he began to get up, your mind spinning like the windmills as he seemed to unfold. White fabric wrapped around him, but as you watched it slowly changed to green. Eventually he was sitting upright and you jumped up in indignation.
“You’re not standing up!” You accused, pouting as he merely chuckled at you.
“I can’t stand up here, I’ll break the rest of the Thousand Winds Temple little one.” Venti explained softly. “And I don’t want to scare anyone in Mondstadt that might see me from the city. They don’t know about me after all.”
“Oh right! Mister Bard is supposed to be a secret.” You sighed softly, playing with your vision. “I hope Bardabados keeps you safe from any mean people.”
“I’ll be fine, little one.” Venti smiled, slowly laying down again but on his back this time. “When you get much older, find the Dandelion Sea. I’ll show you my true height then, alright?”
“Okay!” Venti smiled at the eagerness in your voice. He watched as the sky began to burn with sunset and sent you off back to Mondstadt. He stared at the sky as the stars began to appear and smiled, tracing the new constellation in the sky.
It looked amusingly similar to a wind sprite.
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chapter 3: breakfast for two
previous chapter
next chapter: n/a
stranger things g/t
a/n: heavy on the dialogue. reader gains confidence but has no faith in steve. and steve is trying not to prod too much (but also he wants answers…)
borrower!reader × steve harrington
You sat on a marble kitchen table with your legs splayed out in front of you. Soft clinks of cutlery and something sizzling made you more than alarmed. Yet the food being cooked up was mouth watering, considering you hadn’t eaten in days. You watched the human hum to himself with his back turned to you. It had taken quite some convincing for him to carry you here with your permission. His round brown eyes pleaded and he muttered promises you couldn’t keep count of. Stubbornly you’d gotten off that damn pillow, and fell into soft sheets. Luckily you were fine, other than for your bruised ego. It was then, you crossed your arms, huffed, and agreed to be carried by Steve.
You no longer shook like a leaf under the presence of him, and kept eye contact as long as possible. He smiled first in the morning as you demanded his attention. A rush of heat rose to your ears but you kept eye contact.
“And breakfast is served,” he said as he slid his plate on the counter beside you. You eyed the plate the size of his palm, quite big for you though. There was steaming, steaming, fresh food awaiting you. You raised a brow and looked up at him. He had a towel swung over his shoulder, and his hands were on his hips. He nodded towards the plate and you got up quietly to the plate. Sitting with one knee pulled to your chest, and your broken one in front of you.
“I know it’s kinda big, the plate,” he cringed, “but it’s the smallest thing I could find,” he said as he dragged a chair next to the island. “It's one of my mom’s china teacup plates,” he added and he ate from his own plate.
You were silent as you ate, but internally you were celebrating. The food was delicious, the best meal you’d ever had. You devoured the big chunks in peace, despite how ravenous you were for them.
“Hello?” Steve said your name and you looked up at him. “Hungry huh?” he asked with a laugh. “Makes sense actually,” his brows furrowed and he pursed his lips together.
Dustin, and even the time before that. You’d never had a warm meal, and a beautiful plate to eat it from.
“Since you liked that so much, I’ll try to cook more actually,” he said as he got up from his chair, “would be good for me anyways,” he mumbled.
You wiped your hands as he picked up your plate. He put the dishes in the sink and turned back to you. His lips formed a thin line as he put his hands on his hips. He looked down at you expectantly.
“What?” you asked.
“… what else am I supposed to ask?” he paused, “what are you?” he asked.
Your eyes went back to your makeshift casket around your leg. You chewed on the bottom of your lip, feeling his eyes on the back of your head.
“Borrower?” you muttered.
“Sorry, what?” he asked.
“A borrower,” you looked up at him.
“A what?” he squinted his eyes at you.
“A borrower, people who borrow secretly in order to survive,” the words just rushed out of your mouth. You clasped your hands over your mouth, oh yes, tell the giant of your own people who want to be kept secret. Not that you had even seen anyone like you for years, the memory of your parents was faded at this point. You’d been alone for, god knows how long.
“Oh good,” he let out a breath, “that’s good,” he ran his hand through his hair.
“Wh-what would be bad about it?” you squinted at him.
“It’s complicated,” he dismissed with his hand.
“Okay…”
You both were in the kitchen, not moving, and the only thing you could hear was a clock ticking. You filled your cheeks with air and blew it out.
“So,” you clicked your tongue, “what are you gonna do with me?” you asked.
“Do with you?” his brows furrowed.
“Yeah, I mean… eat me, torture me. Whatever humans do,” you said.
“Woah woah what?” he scoffed, his hands rested by his sides. “I’m I’m not going to eat you.”
“Torture? Or–” you were cut off.
“Stop, stop,” he shook his head, and his hands were on each side of you, “I’m not going to hurt you. Remember, I promised?” he lowered his head to meet your gaze.
Your heart hammered but your hands didn’t tremble, and you didn’t want to flee. His warm breath gently pressed on to your skin. You blinked and felt your heart swell.
“I guess,” you looked down at the smoothed marble.
“Okay good,” his voice still soft.
When he backed away from you let out a breath of air you’d been holding in.
“Where were you living before Dusting found you by the way?” he asked.
“Uh,” for some reason you took a second to answer, “Dustin’s home. In his walls.”
“What?!” Steve asked wide eyed.
#g/t#stranger things g/t#fanfic#g/t writing#g/t stranger things#g/t thoughts#giant/tiny#g/t art#g/t community#giant tiny#tiny!reader#tiny!y/n#giant!steve#human!steve
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Apex Predator
Yeah, this is a rewrite of that shitty pred!tommy fic that I wrote a while back.
Anyways, this fic contains soft, safe vore, mentioned fatal vore(don't worry nobody dies in this), angst, and vague threats. Don't like, don't read.
Also, THIS IS ABOUT THE CANON CHARACTERS, NOT THE CREATORS
For those of you who can't tell the difference, canon Dream, or c!Dream, is the one who was tortured in a prison. Content creator Dream, or cc!Dream, is the one who does 3v1 Minecraft manhunt rematches every other day.
You scrambled through the forest as Sam chased after you, rain pitter-pattering on the muddy ground.
"Just stop running already! Quackity and I just want to talk!" You knew damn well Sam was lying. If he 'just wanted to talk', then he wouldn't have his trident out.
The event was clear in your mind. You owned a home near Quackity's casino in Las Nevadas, and Quackity had called you, asking you to come to his office one last time to have a 'friendly chat.'
He then threw a weird, cyan splash potion that shrank you to a fraction of your height and ordered Sam to kill you.
You couldn't outrun Sam. You knew you couldn't. He was far faster than you could ever be.
But that didn't mean he was smarter.
Well, he probably was smarter, but he relied on some sort of thermal vision to find keep track of where you were going. He was never much of a tracker, so he had to be tracking something that wasn't scent, since the gas mask would throw that off. Your eyes darted around the forest floor, desperately looking for something you could throw at him or something. You then spotted a puddle of mud.
I saw a guy do this in a toothpaste ad once, you thought to yourself as you covered yourself in mud. You grimaced at its weird texture as it partially dried, but it was either that or getting caught by Sam.
Sam slowed to a stop near you, looking around and sniffing the air. Eventually, he walked right past you, continuing his search. You breathed a sigh of relief once he was out of earshot, but then you heard footsteps. Loud footsteps. And... crying?
Suddenly, Tommyinnit burst through some nearby foliage. From what you'd heard, Dream was messing with Tommy while he was in exile. By the looks of it, Dream had taken things too far.
Unlike Sam, who relied on thermal vison to see you, Tommy spotted you almost immediately.
"Reader? Is that you? What are you doing here?"
"I- long story."
Suddenly, you heard paws impacting against the muddy ground. Sam was coming back. He'd probably heard you and Tommy talking. Tommy could tell from the fear in your eyes that you needed to hide.
Tommy went through his options in his head. He could shove you in his pocket and run, but Sam would hear him. He could put you in his hoodie pocket, but Sam would hear him and his favorite hoodie would be ruined. There was only one more option, but you wouldn't like it.
"Reader, I have an idea on how we can get out of here, but you need to trust me."
"Okay. What's the plan?"
"There's no time to explain. You're completely sure that you trust me?"
"Yes! Now hurry up!"
Tommy grabbed you with both hands, and you immediately regretted telling him to hurry up. He haphazardly shoved you in his mouth, licking the mud off your clothes and face as you tried not to scream, desperately hoping he wasn't going to do what you thought he was.
Those hopes were immediately crushed as his tongue guided you to the back of his mouth and towards his throat, you bit your tongue until it bled to keep yourself from screaming.
You slid down his esophagus and into his stomach with a wet plop. There, you cried as quietly as you could, hearing Tommy talk to Sam.
"Tommy, have you seen Reader anywhere? I was just looking for them."
"Nope. Sorry, big man."
Sam sighed, then walked away. Tommy tried to find a spot next to the tree that wasn't muddy. He sat down, resting one hand on his stomach.
"Alright, so I've got a bit of explaining to do."
"No shit, sherlock! What made you think that was a good idea?!"
"I dunno, man! I was just..."
Tommy sighed. He didn't really have a good answer. He just knew it would be safe somehow. Neither of you really cared how.
Tommy sat under the tree, purring as he started to doze off...
#giant!sam#giant!tommy#tiny!reader#mcyt vore#dsmp vore#g!sam#g!tommy#soft vore#safe vore#not beta read#we die with honor
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Mystical!Tiny Reader x MCYTs
Pt 1 (Snow globe!reader)
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Technoblade
Techno had gotten you as a present on his first birthday with his new family (SBI). Phil wanted to help him settle in more so he bought you after some time, waiting for the right moment.
A few years go by and it's just Techno and Philza now. Tommy and Wilbur finally moved out and Phil occasionally visited.
When he had gotten your snowglobe he was fascinated and played your music snow globe all the time, but as he got older he obviously got more interested in swords and books.
So he decided to keep you in a safe spot for old memorys, a box of sorts.
So Techno finally decided to clean the storage room a bit so, after a while of sorting and cleaning he found you again.
Suprisingly you still worked, so techno went to his room and sat on his bed, wounding your snow globe up.
You've been asleep for a few years after you were gifted to a little piglin boy.
That's when you woke up and started to spin, playing your violin as you were suppost to. After a few seconds, Techno started looking more closely. Your chest was moving up and down as if you were breathing. The snow made it hard to see it but he noticed
-your pov-
As you played you decided to look around since you haven't been awake in a while, you could start up by yourself but it's against the rules as well as kind of useless since your the only alive toy.
After a few years of being played with and carefully cared for, your kid finally put you in storage, it hurt a little but you understood why.
A few years pass by when you feel your snow globe wind up. When it was done winding you opened your eyes and started playing your violin as you spun around.
Techno was shocked when you suddenly flinched and dropped your violin.
You then looked up and startled a bit, dropping your violin and paused spinning. There was a huge piglin hybrid looking into your globe.
-pov from the start-
He did is iconic "heh?" after you dropped your violin.
he calmed down after you picked up your violin, and set you on his drawer again and went to call or find phil, he was beyond confused.
Leaving you to freak out alone, You realized you just broke the most important rules, Your human knows you're alive and now you can't do anything about it. Great.
So you just decided to calm yourself down by sitting in the "snow" and playing your violin till your human comes back.
A little uncomfortable since your not on your stage but you just shrugged it off and waited.
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Soon enough Techno comes back. He couldnt find Phil so he's gonna have to deal with this on his own much to his annoyance.
Eventually you and him came to a agreement and you answered technos questions and such.
After you both had talked a bit and understood what was happening, Techno had set you in his living room on top of his fireplace with all his family pictures since its warm there.
You now stay there unless requested otherwise. (Occasionally getting put in the kitchen or carried around with techno)
You and Techno get along pretty well and you now get to wind up by yourself whenever you want which is a relief.
Techno did offer to help you out of your globe but you had to explain the winding up process and some other things.
Techno loves when you play your violin, especially when hes reading on his couch.
You did meet tommy when he had showed up to Techno's house from exile.
You did keep him a secret from techno as you remembered him from technos childhood so techno did scold you a bit for that.
Tommy did almost break your globe once but you forgave him reluctantly. After a few apologies of course.
Maybe one day you will exit your globe..just not now.
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The Personal Case of Detective Heizou: (4.14.2023 titled edit)
Pt. 2: (I posted it but I made him sooo ooc so i deleted and am rewriting for the 4th time -_- wahhh)
As a detective, it was very important for Heizou to be attentive to his surroundings. So when Heizou noticed displacements and missing things in his house, he was no doubt already envisioning the culprit. Could it be a mouse? No-the objects were almost completely put back the way they were. Sure somehow a mouse could do that by coincidence but Heizou seriously doubted that theory.
But then again, as a detective-he had to be mindful of all possible conclusions. No doubt a person had been breaking into his house everyday while he investigated other matters. But yet, each day he only noticed tiny bits of food missing, which make sense if the true culprit was a mouse. But as time went on, Heizou noticed small little objects were been taken too. A single paper clip, small pieces of string next to a roll he'd never touched and a needle. Exactly what would a mouse need with all of these? Let alone a normal person?
If this supposed person was homeless and had to resort to stealing then he wondered how they managed to take such little food. Perhaps they went to other homes? But what would this person need with paper clips, string and a needle? It was possible they sew but out of all the people to steal from it's Heizou? It would be a much more reasonable approach to steal it from Ogura Mio she had all the necessary tools for sewing. She probably had so many she wouldn't even notice anything missing. Or if she caught you she'd be more than happy to share her sewing prowess with another.
But Heizou still couldn't fathom the idea of a person breaking into his house everyday. There were no mud tracks, no hair strands(-maybe the culprit was bald) , the windows were always shut perfectly-locked from the inside, and his door always looked untouched as the day before. Clearly the culprit was some kind of criminal professional mastermind.
Heizou was going to find out what was going on either way. Whoever this person was, he'd turn them into the Tenryou Commission and charge them with breaking and entering as well as theft.
Like any good detective, Heizou had several plans forming. But first, he had a small errand to take care of. Heizou made his way to the Tenryou Commission headquarters, stopping when he saw a familiar face. "Inoue-got a moment?"
The Doushin turned his head nodded as Heizou approached the man. "What can I help you with Shikanoin?"
"Nothing much, but do inform Madame Kujou Sara I'll be out for a few days." Heizou shrugged waving a hand around.
"Where will you be?-In case Madame Kujou asks."
"Tell her I didn't say-I don't need her on my case again."
Inoue nodded and Heizou gave a wave walking off back to his home.
Heizou's personal case: Find the Thief, now begun.
Heizou's first case of action was to open and close the door at the same time he would leave. But then he'll stay in house making minimal noise. Luckily he did bring a small stack of cases to work on incase he got too bored.
Heizou frowned, maybe the culprit knew he'd stay home so they didn't break in today. But to set things up for tomorrow, he placed a roll of string in his room as well as a small plate of dorayaki. Heizou crawled into his bed and stared at the ceiling. Yet, no sleep overcame him as he couldn't shake the infuriating feeling of an unsolved case. Specially one that took place right inside his home. Heizou couldn't even tell how long he'd laid awake.
Heizou picked up very quiet rustling. He vivified himself up slightly, eyes slowly opening. He turned his head to look at the plate of dorayaki. He squinted his eyes at the figure near the plate and his eyes widened. Just before the figure turn around, Heizou rolled over onto his other side eyes closed. He heard a tiny sigh of relief and tiny footsteps fading away.
Ah, so that was the culprit. A tiny person? But how exactly was that person tiny-an alchemic side effect perhaps? Perhaps Yayoi would be able to enlighten him on the possibilities. Or that Mondstat guy-Albedo was it?
Many thoughts crossed Heizou's mind exactly how would he turn a tiny person into the police station? Was this person even recognized as a citizen of Inazuma? Or a citizen of any nation in Teyvat? If not, charging them with crimes may not be as easy as he believed.
I'll make part 2 sooner or later ig- im just posting it since having a larger number of drafts irks me for whatever reason ahem aha
have a good day~~
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Surviving is Easier with a Helping Hand - Chapter 1
A platonic Borrower!Reader (2nd person, eventual They/Them) & Casey Jones fic!!! Also on ao3!!!
Getting seen by Beans is the least of your concerns. Maybe, if you were born many years ago, they would have been your greatest worry.
Now, though?
There were monsters. Tearing apart every inch of the world. Destroying everything in sight. If there was anything a good borrower knew how to do, it was stay out of sight.
Maybe Beans should have been higher on your list.
The monsters had taken everything. Even your temporary base, which you had recently made camp in, had been destroyed. Blood-curdling screams shook the ground you stood on, piercing through the air like shrapnel. You needed to move from the rubble you were hiding by, but one slip up would put you in direct sight of the monsters. You swallowed another thick breath in an attempt to keep yourself from hyperventilating. A thick, pink, pulsing limb slithered past you, and your heart dropped.
This was it. This was goodbye. Goodbye to a world that tore you apart moment by moment, yet one you still couldn’t bare to leave. The monster growled, teeth grinding together, and you clenched your eyes. It shrieked, moving towards you.
One. Two. Three seconds passed.
Nothing happened yet.
You dared to peek open your eyes, wondering when the inevitability was going to come. But instead, you saw (and heard, oh so loudly), as moving blades on a stick tore through the flesh of the monster, which was clawing every which way in an attempt to fight back against… Whatever was tearing it apart. It thumped against the rubble-covered ground, blood still leaking from its unrecognizable form.
Its attacker killer was hovering over it. Like radioactive puddles dripping from sliced open barrels, it’s predatory, glowing eyes, surrounded by the darkness found only where the stars never shined, stared down at its fresh kill. Only for a second, though. Instantly, it started looking around. Shuffling, moving. Low to the ground and slow. Like stalking for its next victim. The blades of the stick held still, no longer emitting a violent buzzing noise (which you somehow hadn’t noticed while bating your breath. Likely drowned out by your heart beating so loud in your ears it could explode).
You followed it with your own eyes. Analyzing it. Afraid to let it out of your sight. You took in its appearance.
The skull-like mask (you had seen so many skulls, it was hard not to know what one looked like), the two red lines, one going down through each of the eyes (blood? Not monster blood, though there was plenty of that on its outfit. Blood like yours), the fabric of a cape over some undamaged-looking metal gear (the colour was too bright, too clean, for it to be scavenged material. How did it get it?), and gloved hands with (surprisingly blood-lacking) bandages around the arms.
Your analysis of the thing stopped, though, as its eyes locked onto you, far closer than you remember it last being. You felt sick. Going from one near death to another? You didn’t know if you could handle it. The rush of energy you felt earlier had worn, and you were exhausted. Maybe if you kept still, it wouldn’t take mind of you?
It approached. Slowly, still stalking. The way it held itself shifted, though, in a way you had crept many times before. As if it were prepared to run forward. Your mind screamed danger, but your body refused to function properly. You begged yourself to move, to hide, to do something to prevent yourself from becoming another blood splatter on the ground.
It was closer, holding a gloved hand forward. Palm up. It said something. Maybe? You couldn’t hear. Your heartbeat was too loud again. Your head thrummed, nausea and tears pooling inside of you. Shuffling back, barely making any distance, your body hit rock. The hiding spot that protected you from one fate trapped you to another. It could easily grab you, tight fist digging into you and crushing most of your body.
Thickness burbled up your throat, eyes burning. You tried to swallow your emotions. To not show any more fear than you already had. But it didn’t matter, because as soon as one sob escaped your lips, the rest came rushing out. Entire body shaking, you stumbled, falling forward to hit ground. Or, at least, it would have been ground, if the masked figure hadn’t shot a hand below you. You sobbed harder, which one wouldn’t think possible, but you managed to do it.
It had you, and you had literally fallen right into its grasp.
#well. i normally just post drawings on here. but SOMEONE *cough cough smallification cough cough* GAVE ME G/T CJ BRAINROT#also i wrote this all in an hour and now im too tired to write more so this is all u get <3#tmnt#rottmnt#rottmnt movie#rottmnt fanfic#rottmnt fanfiction#rise casey jones#rottmnt casey jones#tmnt g/t#rottmnt g/t#tmnt giant/tiny#rottmnt giant/tiny#g!casey jones#giant!casey jones#t!reader#tiny!reader#borrower!reader#SiEwaHH AU#silly sounding acronym hehehe
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I want like Robin x A fem!shrunken reader Like robin needs to take care of bestfriend who she has had a huge crush on and so does the reader
this is adorable
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robin x tiny!fem reader
warnings: light swearing. reader is fem and lgbtq+ (wlw) in this. if you don’t want to be depicted as those things, then you don’t have to read <3 ill still love u
background info: this takes place in the same universe steve’s a sizeshifter so that explains partially robin’s actions and statements
secrets
You two were sitting on the couch at Eddie’s trailer. Robin wanted to get away from home, and Eddie offered to let her spend the night. He wasn’t there currently, so it was just you two. Robin didn’t want to be alone, so then you decided to hang out with her. But it was just so boring doing nothing. You look over to her, and she glances back at you, blinking. Then she suddenly perks up.
“Oh! Y/n, I know what we can do! We can go for a walk through the woods!”
“The creepy woods next to here? That seems dangerous for two teenage girls to go out alone, especially with it being dark like this.” Robin rolled her eyes, facing you.
“Besides the fact that idea is really ominous and maybe a bit terrifying it would be fun! Besides, we don’t need a man to protect us. That’s a moral I live by.”
“Is that a moral?”
“I don’t know. But do you have any other ideas of what to do?” You sit silent for a few seconds, and she smirks. “That’s what I thought. Get your shoes on, or I’m leaving without you.”
You frown, reluctantly standing and tugging your converse on. They had sharpie marks all over them, drawings, words, ect. You got the idea from Robin, who wrote over her red ones. Yours were white. Easy to draw on, you thought.
She had them laced and tied before you did. You had your laces tied in stars, you thought they gave your shoes personality.
“Hurry,” She urged you, and you groaned, but grabbed her hand to help you up. You kept hold of her hand for a few seconds. Her hand was so soft and warm, it just fit right together with yours. You pulled away, embarrassed, and she opened the door, her face flushed red.
Your walk was mostly silent, but once you reached the woods, you decided to break it.
“This was a good idea. It’s nice out.” You say, looking up at the sky. It was sunset. The sky was darkening by the minute, but that made everything just that much prettier.
Made her just that much prettier.
You push the thought out of your head. She wouldn’t like you back. Besides, you two were fine as friends.
You close your eyes for a moment, breathing in the crisp air.
“Hey, Y/n, what’s that?” She said, tapping on your shoulder. You opened your eyes. She pointed, and you tracked the direction until your eyes landed on a blue jar.
“You expect me to know? Probably some kids science experiment.” You shrug, but she’s already walking over to it. “Hey, Robin, I don’t know if this is a great idea.”
“Why?”
“Uh.. What if someone’s fermenting it?” She raises her brows, but then frowns at you.
“You’re stubborn.” She said, grabbing the jar. “Hey,” She exclaims suddenly, looking at you. “I’ll give you a dollar if you drink this.”
“Uh, what? Hell no!” You exclaim, throwing your hands in the air. “Are you insane?” She just shrugs, opening the lid.
“Oh, shit, it smells bad,”
“Oh my God, you’re so dumb,” You giggle at her stupidity, but when she tries to stand, she trips over a root and dumps the contents of the jar over your clothing.
“Shit, i’m sorry,” She said, covering her mouth. “Oops.”
“Damnit! This was a new shirt!”
“Didn’t you get it, like, a year ago?”
“Time’s a weird concept.” You mutter, feeling your arms tense. Like when you worked out, lifted something just a bit too heavy, and your arm tensed up to the point it hurt. Robin noticed your expression, and stepped forward.
“We should get home.” Before you can even move, you’re on your knees, about to vomit. Robin is awkwardly standing over you. You know she doesn’t do well under pressure, but, God, you wish she had the thought process to take your shirt off, or something, but she was too nervous.
You start to take your shirt off, staring down, and suddenly you hear her call out.
“Uh, y/n,” She says, just as you pull your shirt off. You were wearing a white tank top beneath it, so it’s not like you were showing anything. “Y/n! What the hell?” She exclaimed, walking over to you. When you look up, you gasp and freeze.
She looked taller. She was nearly towering over you. You knew you were kneeling, but you weren’t that short, and you kept shrinking. You cover your mouth. “No, no, shit, this isn’t happening, this is NOT happening.” You look down. The liquid had absorbed into your skin. That’s what must’ve been causing this.
“What… what’s happening?” She asked, stepping back, and you take a step back too, but make it much less far. She considered it being a sizeshifting thing, but, you hadn’t been over emotional, had you? And only this had triggered it?
“I- I don’t know,” Tears streak your cheeks as you curl into yourself. As you felt the size change stop, and you opened your eyes, looking up. You were so glad it was your best friend and not a stranger. She was probably one of the least threatening looking people on earth, her warm smile and personality. She crouched down next to you.
“I don’t.. we’ll figure this out together, okay?” She seemed uncomfortable, tapping her fingers against her knee. She held her hand out, helping you up. “Do you wanna go home, or-“
“No!” You yell. “I mean- shit, no… I don’t need anyone else finding out about this. People are gonna hurt me…”
“No ones gonna hurt you.” She says, tilting her head as you stare up at her with glossy eyes. “I promise. Tell you what, y/n, if you’re not back to normal by tommorow, we’ll talk to Steve about it. I work with him. He knows about this stuff. But let’s, for now, hope that this situation fixes itself.” She pauses. “Can you walk?”
“I don’t know. I feel weak,” You say, wiping tears from your eyes. You were so glad Robin already had experience with this stuff.
“I can carry you, if you’d like. Don’t feel pressured, though,” She added, and you contemplated before nodding. She held out her hand, and you stepped on, holding onto her fingers as she stood. “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry. We’ll fix this, okay?” She hurried back home, cupping her hands around you in her own anxiousness to keep you safe. When you two got back to the trailer, she set you on the counter, and crouched down to be eye level.
“This is gonna be weird for a bit.” She says, and you nod in agreement. “I guess you learn something new every day, like.. what it’s like to be 2 inches tall.”
“Or how cool it could potentially be.” She side-glances at you, and you sit on the counter. “Haven’t you ever wondered what it was like to, i don’t know use a ruler as a diving board?”
“I have a lot of weird thoughts, but that is not one of them. Thought about sleeping in a matchbox though.”
“Close enough. I’ve thought of the ruler one more, though. Imagine swimming in a cup of soda, or somethin’,” You explain, your vision getting blurry. You yawn.
“Tired?” She asks, and you nod sleepily. She gently lifted you off of the counter, laying on her back atop the couch. She placed you on her chest. You could hear her heart beat, and her steady breathing. To be completely honest, it was a comfortable position, and you felt your face heat up when you thought more about your position. She was so cute. She cares so much about you. You loved her. You really loved her.
You could only wish she loved you too.
SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, IVE BEEN WRITING IT I JUS HAVE SCHOOLWORK LOL!! I DO LOVE WRIITNG THO BUT I HAVE A COUPLE ASKS TO GET TO. ILL GET TO ALL OF THEM IT MIGHT JUST TAKE A LIL BIT IM SPEEDRUNNING THIS
#g/t stranger things#stranger things g/t#g/t#stranger things#short story#t!reader#shrunken!reader#tiny!reader#g!robin#giant/tiny
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PLEASE CAN WE GET A ONE SHOT OR GIANT LUMIÈRE X TINY READER, I’M BEGGING YOU‼️❤️ 🥺 🙏
Since you asked so nicely, here's a one-shot involving a Tiny!Reader and Lumiere. This is not a part of my g/t Beauty and the Beast story, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!
The Little Light
You didn't know how long you'd been looking for a place to stay. Your previous home was discovered and you quickly made an escape. All you wanted was a nice quiet place to live with supplies and no drama.
The castle you ended up in was definitely not what you wanted...
It was dark and eerie. It was so worn down and quiet that you assumed it was abandoned.
You, unfortunately, were very wrong.
The castle was alive...literally. From the doors to the cutlery, everything was alive.
You scurried through the walls, watching everything with fascination. Then you saw something that really caught your eye.
A walking, talking candelabra, hopping around and chatting with an annoyed talking clock.
"Cogsworth!" the candelabra said, smacking him on the back, "We need to do something for ze master! Let's brighten his day!"
The clock, Cogsworth pinched what seemed to be the bridge of his nose, "He said to NOT be disturbed, don't you remember? Or has all that wax finally reached your ears?"
The flames seemed to die down, showing the candelabra's disappointment, "You are no fun. There is nothing to do in zis blasted castle!"
"Then find something to do, you insufferable fire hazard!" Cogsworth said, hopping away, "Something safe, Lumiere!"
You watched from the safety of the wall as Lumiere paced back and forth, muttering curses at the enchanted clock. As you watched him, your fatigue of traveling so far finally caught up with you. You were relatively safe as you sank to the floor, exhausted.
You woke up with a start, disorientated and completely in the dark.
The dark scared you.
Anything could be hiding in the shadows, ready to pounce at any moment.
You stood up, blindly searching for any source of light. You bump into walls and trip over holes in the carpets. Frustrated tears well up in your eyes as you get up, brushing yourself off.
And then... you see it.
A warm, welcoming light in the distance.
You craved the comfort light gives you.
But the light started to go away, causing you to scurry after it. "W-wait!"
The light stopped and you continue to run toward it, only to realize that you were running toward a feisty candelabra that towered over you.
Lumiere turned around to see a small being running towards him, "Allo there, little one!"
Your feet plastered themselves to the ground as you immediately regret your actions.
Lumiere hops toward you, shaking you to your core. He bends down to get a better look at you, "You're new here, no?"
You take a step back, completely overwhelmed by what's happening. You trip and fall to the ground with a started cry.
He takes another hop toward you, inspecting you with curious eyes
You could feel the heat from his flames against your face as you tremble below him, "P-please don't hurt me!"
"Hurt you?" he says, frowning, "Oh no no no! Zat is completely out of ze question! I would never hurt a guest here!"
"Guest?" you repeat, still scared but now slightly confused.
"Oui! You are our guest! Come! Let us get you more comfortable!" he extends his arm? Candle? Toward you, fire extinguished to help you stand up.
You cautiously grab it and stand up, knees still trembling, "Wh-where are you taking me?"
"To ze kitchen! Every guest needs to be well fed, no? Come!" he starts to hop away, much too fast for your little legs.
You start running after him, "W-wait! Please!"
You were alone in the darkness once again in the middle of a dark enchanted castle where everything is alive.
This is quite a lot for you to handle.
You fell to the floor, your head buried in your hands as you cry, "P-please come back. I'm scared."
Your ears buzzed as you sob into your hands. The world around you faded to nothing. You missed the light.
There was a comforting warmth around you. The warmth was followed by a light.
"Allo? Little friend?" a familiar voice said.
You look up to see Lumiere on his...stomach?... at eye level with you. His eyes laced with worry as he looks at you.
"What is wrong, hm?" he asks softly.
"You left me," you hiccupped, wiping your eyes.
"Apologies, little friend. I got too excited." he stand upright with a grunt, extending his arm, "Climb on mon ami, I will not leave you again."
You slowly stand up and cautiously climb onto his arm. You sit with your feet dangling and held onto him.
"Ready?"
"Y-yes."
"Alright zen! Here we go!" he says before hopping to the kitchen.
The ride was as bumpy as you thought it would be, and it's definitely not your first choice of travel, but it was better than being left behind again.
Lumiere burst into the kitchen, hopping up on the table. "Come, everyone! Let us make our guest feel welcome here!"
You slide off him and watch as the kitchen comes to life. You most watched the strange candelabra dance around the kitchen, happy to be serving someone again.
Though the dark and dreary castle was not your first pick of living space, you had a feeling that you would fit right in with the oddness.
As long as your new friend was willing to give his little friend a little light.
This was a lot of fun to write! I hope you enjoyed it!
#g/t#gt#ask#giant#tiny#giant/tiny#g/t writing#gt fluff#gt community#hope you like#gt beauty and the beast#beauty and the beast gt#lumiere#tiny!reader#smol#tol#borrower
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I saw you stating you weren’t super into macrophilia, but the way you write the twins I kinda think they’d be super into it?
Like okay immediately throw out anything death related or trauma inducing because no (we will not speak of that side of that particular fandom) and you’re left with size play, the control aspect, the care aspect and some pretty deep set trust and communication.
Emmet- I can see your version of him really REALLY being all for the control, you’re tiny and helpless and possibly depend on him for everything from food to being carried around so going from the living room to kitchen doesn’t take 15 minutes. He wouldn’t be fond of the sex life I imagine the horn dog you got him lol but he could manage.
Ingo- see him fairing waaaay better similar with the control but he’s a lot gentler, he enjoys carrying you and gets soft at every show of trust and knowing you’re putting yourself in compromising positions (literally life in his hands situation) because you know he won’t hurt you and has your best interests in mind makes him weak in the knees with affection. Honestly again given how you write him, sex wouldn’t be bad for him given he gets off to your pleasure and has an oral fixation so he wouldn’t even need to be touched to get off.
Like, I am not a huge fan, but I don’t not like macrophilia either. Just not something i’m personally into, you know? I can see some appeal!
Though let’s be honest, you are right. They both would probably be really into it. Especially for the trust and control.
With Emmet, I like to write him as a switch who prefers to top and dominate. So you being incredibly tiny, he would both love/hate it. He enjoys control, but there isn’t too much he can do to you sexually if you are only 8 inches tall!
...But you are incredibly cute. He loves being able to pick you up and carry you (If you’ll let him of course. He won’t if you aren’t comfortable with it.)
He is willing to still do sexual things with you, but he still wishes you were his size so he can do more. If you want him to touch you though, he well gladly do so. He loves making you squirm in his hands or on his bed, or even with his tongue.
If you want to use him to get off, however... He finds he might have a new kink of sorts. Seeing tiny you grind yourself on his cock turns him on way more than he’d like to admit. He enjoys it, even if it doesn’t make him cum.
He ends up thinking about it in his office, thinking how easy it’d be to hide you, and watch you use him to get off. No one would be the wiser.
Ingo, however, is secretly in love with taking care of you. The fact you trust him so much with your life? To carry you? Help provide for you? He adores it.
He loves making small meals for you, and even takes up sewing to help make clothes for you! Every time you hold onto him, his heart pounds a little faster. He loves you so much, and loves caring for you.
He also isn’t super sexually active, but if you are in the mood, he will gladly take care of you! He gets off from your pleasure, and would love to use his tongue on you, if you’d let him. He could do it for hours.
You don’t even have to be worried about him getting off. When you cum from him touching you, bringing you pleasure, he’s already staining his underwear, cumming from pleasing you alone.
However, if you want to touch him... He won’t be opposed. Seeing tiny you rub yourself on his cock, using the friction to get off would easily make him cum.
...And seeing you covered in his cum makes him incredibly hard. He likes the thought of his spent covering you, basically as a claim. Expect him to be ready for another round.
#pokemon#ingo x reader#emmet x reader#submas#submas x reader#subway boss ingo#subway boss emmet#nobori#kudari#pokemon x reader#tiny!reader#cw macrophilia#spicy stuff🔥#nsft#smut#ingo smut#emmet smut#anon#ask#zed.talks#zed.writes
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simon loves rubbing his nose against your skin. when he’s laying on top of you, his body pushing you into the mattress, covering you in a blanket of his warmth and scent. his head is tucked into your neck, trailing soft kisses along the skin, the tip of his nose tickling you, slightly curving as he drags it along.
“you just gonna keep smelling me or can i go pee now?” you ask, pushing on his shoulders but he doesn’t move.
“m’gonna keep smellin’ you,” he mumbles, voice muffled into your shoulder. his fingers creep along your neck, pulling the collar of your shirt to expose more of your skin.
“y’smell so good in the morning, darling,” simon inhales, overflowing his senses with you. after being in bed for 8 hours, your scent practically drenches the sheets. your body wash, lingering fragrance and something else he can never put into words - just your smell. and god does he love it, ready to spend the rest of his life in this bed with you.
#tiny blurb for valentines day 🩷#.wbm#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader
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gojo was talking about his day while you chopped stuff for dinner and smacking his hand whenever he tried to taste something, he said he would help you cook but as a good gold retriever he just stand by you watching and babbling.
megumi entered the kitchen, right after he left the shower, hair wet and sticking to his forehead.
the sight made your heart give one strong beat and stop.
that was man that almost took your life and satoru’s all those years ago. the man who shot a little girl. the man who made your best friend abandon everything you knew.
“gross” megumi murmurs and leaves the kitchen.
you didn’t realize what happened until he spoke. satoru was behind you, arms strongly tightened around your figure.
from megumi’s point of view it seemed he was hugging you.
what he couldn’t see was satoru’s tight grip on your hand that held the knife you were using for food with a new, darker, intention.
“easy” he whispered, helping you put the weapon down. when you came back to your senses you gasped and dropped the knife that fell loudly on the sink.
“fuck— satoru, i don’t know what came over me” you hugged yourself, feeling the scar on your chest throb.
your husband softened his grip, now properly hugging you, “do you think he noticed?” you could feel him slightly shaking.
“no, i covered you” you turned to hug him back, kissing the small scar on his forehead, “someday we’re gonna have to—“
“i know” you cut before he could say the inevitable, the scene that haunts you in your dreams, “just not now. we are happy now” his eyes were dark, unlike the crystal blue you always saw.
you kissed his cheek and hugged him tightly. you knew the truth weighted on satoru’s shoulder even more than yours.
“yeah… we’re happy… now” he mumbled on your neck, repeating what you said like a mantra.
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I had an idea for a one-off Rise episode plot and just wanted to quickly sketch up some visuals for it.
The plot goes as follows:
Donnie attempts to invent a cloning machine and, due to some kind of science-y mishap, ends up cloning himself...a lot. But there's a catch to this - the clones aren't exact copies of Donnie, they each possess just ONE of the various facets of his personality (i.e. brainy, broody, sarcastic, passionate, dramatic, mischievous, etc.) and a small portion of his mystic powers. Don tries his darnedest to keep the whole situation under wraps while he searches for a way to fix it, but some of the more rambunctious Donnies quickly escape and begin stirring up trouble in the Lair, so it doesn't stay a secret for very long.
To make matters worse - the real Donnie starts to slowly disappear (something having to do with his existence being divided among the Donnies or blahblahblah fake science explanation). So, while he and the scientist Donnies continue to look for a way to reverse the cloning effect, his brothers and Co. set to work gathering up all the other Donnies so they can put them back where they belong and keep Donnie Prime™ from vanishing.
Hilarity, wholesomeness (and some mild angst) ensues.
(Note: I meant to include April in that second-to-last image, but ran out of room. Just know that she, Splinter, and probably Casey Jr. are all there, as well.)
#I always love plots that have a healthy mix of whimsy and emotional weight. Bonus for DT bonding.#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#disaster twins#rottmnt donnie#rise donnie#donatello hamato#rottmnt leo#rise leo#leonardo hamato#technically all the boys are in there but I'll just tag the ones with the most focus...esp since mikey's tiny lol#fanart#concept art#chiscribbs#Fun game idea for the tag-readers: what name would you give this ep if it were real? I'm eagerly awaiting suggestions.#shades of purple (rottmnt)#<- added in post for ease of access
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tiny!reader x human!steve x human!eddie
3inch tiny!reader
this is a draft that i randomly kind of finished, so i’ll just post. if you seriously have any requests let me know, i’d love to write away :)
word count: 1,037
i do wanna write something better btw with these three :,)
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You’re a borrower and overtime have been revealed to the party. You meet Eddie for the first time after Dustin practically forces you and leaves the trailer without explanation.
It’s just really awkward now.
—
Inside of the trailer which Dustin has deserted you in is a giant (human) and you. You’re standing on the coffee table in complete awkward silence.
“So… have you always been like this?” Eddie asked.
You looked up at the curly haired man with curious eyes. He rested his elbows on his knees. He fiddled with the rings on his hands when you tried holding eye contact he looked away. His dough eyes made it to the objects around. Though he didn’t look at you.
“Yep,” You responded.
He nodded his head. You were surprised at how non eager he was to look at you, ask rapid fire questions like Dustin, or even touch you. You didn’t let your guard down though. Your eyes were on him and even if your few friends trusted him it didn’t hurt to be cautious.
The crack of bone made you flinch and take a step back. Eddie shifted his knuckles and continued to crack them. Until he noticed your small figure moving back out of the corner of his eye.
“Sorry,” He apologized immediately and dropped his hands to his sides.
Your back was straight as a ruler and the fight or flight was kicking in. You’d drifted to the edge of the table farthest away from Eddie. His size would make it easy to nab you but reaching over would spare you a couple seconds. To escape, if needed but you remembered Dustin’s promise.
He promised you Eddie wouldn’t hurt you that he was actually a really nice guy. That apparently “high school” gave him a bad reputation, which still confused you because you didn’t know what that meant. Dustin also promised he would be back soon but he seemed to be running late, and that put you on edge.
You did not want to be stuck with a stranger longer than you had to.
“I’m not going to hurt you and I’m sorry for being… awkward,” Eddie’s booming voice hit your ears. “I’m just not usually used to meeting a couple inch tall people I guess, but you’re cool though…” His words drifted when you stared at him blankly.
You were one step away from stepping off the ledge and using your lovely hook to hop off the table. Though he seemed genuine, dangerous, but genuine. Eddie pressed his back against the couch and looked away from you shyly.
“It’s three inches tall actually,” You said with a grin.
Eddie's dark eyes flicked to you with surprise.
“Dustin insisted on measuring me,” You shrugged. “I actually didn’t know giants had so many forms of measurements,” You said.
You scratched the back of your neck and laughed at yourself. The memories of Dustin explaining different “metric” systems to you exploded your brain. It was another reminder this world wasn’t made for you, it was just too damn big.
“How much do you know about… giant stuff?” He asked.
He seemed amused now and less scared of you running off.
“I mean, I’ve recently learned how your electronics work,” You said with air quotes around “electronics”.
The word didn’t roll off your tongue that well but you tried anyhow. You were quite eager to learn the functions of a toaster or television up close. Dustin was happy to teach you of course as well, but the moment Steve discovered you he disapproved of your excitement for “dangerous” things.
You continued to ramble about anything that came to mind. Eddie would comment or nod his head for you to go on. Eventually it turned to you describing the world from your eyes. You didn’t touch on your life in the walls but you continued.
Eddie shifted in his seat and now loomed over you. You actually had to catch your breath from how much you spoke. You hadn’t had someone to listen to you for so long, engaged and encouraging. The shadow over your gave you chills and Eddie’s eyes looked black from the lack of sun. Though his eyes twinkled with a kindness and softness you weren’t expecting.
You stood up looking up at him. Neck craned up to meet his face. His knuckle rested under his chin with eyes down on you. Your heartbeat rose and your face felt hot all of a sudden.
Though the gazes were lost when there was banging outside of the van. You immediately jumped and looked around for the best exit. Habits die hard you supposed.
Eddie watched you frantically look for a safe spot to hide. He frowned at your panicked state and got up. You did find a spot behind a tissue just in case.
When Eddie opened the door he was baffled to say the least. You heard your name be called out by none other than Steve. A breath of relief escaped your lips.
He was loud and upset as he shoved passed Eddie. The brunette continued to call your name while Eddie tried to calm him down. Assure him that you were okay, but that didn’t do it for Steve.
It wasn’t until he saw you on the scratched up wooden table that he dropped to his knees. His face being the only thing in your vision. Immediately bombarded with questions if you were okay, and after minutes assuring you were okay he seemed at ease.
Steve then put his hand behind your and scooped you up. Warmth enveloped your body as your stomach flipped. His thumb gently pressed on the left side of your face.
“Oh my god, Steve,” You huffed.
He was still making sure you were okay. You couldn’t help but smile at him being careful. Him cradling you in his hand had become routine. Of course he usually asked but when he was in a panic he couldn’t help it.
“Ouch, I’m not crazy Harrington,” Eddie said from behind him.
You looked behind Steve’s shoulder to see Eddie fiddling with his rings again. Steve turned around and his shoulders dropped.
“Sorry, just wish Dustin told me what he was planning. The kid is doing whatever he wants these days,” He said in response.
“Oh trust me I know,” Eddie said and crossed his arms over his chest.
“It’s an attitude problem,” You chimed in.
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a/n
i didn’t know how to end this so oh well lmfao
psst— here is more
#g/t#g/t stranger things#stranger things g/t#tiny!y/n#human!steve#human!eddie#g/t writing#gianttiny#tiny!reader#itsgothgirlthymewrites
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You creep carefully into Rafe’s bedroom, pushing the already-open door gently with your palm. Your eyes dart around, worried he’s going to be just around the corner, but you’re greeted with nothing—just the empty space that belongs to Rafe.
How exactly did you get yourself into this? It had started a few hours ago—at least that’s what you thought. You didn’t have any clue what Sarah and her new friends were up to, you were just over for a pre-planned girls night that was dismissed the second you walked into Tannyhill. Instead, Sarah asks for a favor, one that you deny almost immediately.
“You’ll be in and out, it won’t take more than a minute-”
“I am not sneaking into Rafe’s room for you, Sarah. What if he-he catches me? Finds me in there? What am I gonna say?”
“He’s not gonna be home later, I promise. It’ll be a second, and he’s always liked you most out of all my friends so he won’t even care-”
Your face flushes at the very sentence. Her brother, Rafe, the one that you’ve only interacted with on chance occasions, the one who makes your heartbeat speed up anytime he’s in the vicinity, that very Rafe, has always liked you?
You’re too caught up in that thought and its implications to even question Sarah anymore. Her new friends—Pogue friends, ones that you don’t know and aren’t sure how long they’ve known her—linger by the door. They seem eager to make sure that you agree.
You’re being moved around the board like a chess piece but you can’t find it in yourself to care. It’s shallow, you know, as one thought circulates through your mind, body, and bloodstream—Rafe has always liked you.
A hazy, dreamy mist settles over you. You agree to Sarah, feeling increasingly stupid as you settle into the living room and keep your eyes on the television. She left with her friends, and when Rafe comes down, you’re supposed to tell him you’re waiting for his sister. Once he leaves, you need to sneak into his bedroom to find a map they seem to desperately need. One of the boys suggests it’ll be in his sock drawer.
“It’s not a porn magazine, JJ, why would it be there-”
“Oh, um, I don’t know, just that it’s the number one male hiding spot-”
“What studies are you basing this off of?”
"A little thing called the study of life, Pope-”
You had interrupted them yourself, reassuring that you’ll look in his dresser and his desk.
But now, walking into Rafe’s bedroom, you're losing all your nerve. You’ve thought about this before—you’d be lying to yourself to deny it. Any girl who has a best friend with a cute older brother has too. In the summers you sleep at Tannyhill more often than your own house, but you still could have never imagined this would be the reason you’re in Rafe’s room for the first time.
The house is silent, just like Sarah had told you. Mr. and Mrs. Cameron out at the country club, Wheezie at the beach, Sarah supposedly with you but actually with those Pogues. She says Rafe is gone too, driving around somewhere with his friends, and you believe her without a second thought.
But you do have a second thought, and it's the fact that this is so beyond wrong.
Looking through Rafe’s belongings with your eyes, your hands start to tremble at the idea of touching something of his without his permission. You want to swallow your nerves to do this for your friend, but you hesitate, hands hovering over the drawer to his dresser.
For a second, you want to puke, worried that you’ll open this drawer to find porn magazines like John B had said, or worse—photos of one of his girls that you really don’t want to see.
Your shaking hands pull open the top-most drawer, but everything calms down once it’s open. Besides for white socks and plaid boxers, there’s nothing in there. Your shoulders relax, your knees feeling weak.
Then you wonder for a second—why were you so worried about finding evidence of some other girl in his bedroom? Your mind spins briefly, worried at how attached you really are to Sarah’s brother, someone who’s never spoken to you more than a handful of times. A million thoughts run through your brain, all of them about Rafe and none of them noticing the way his bedroom door has just opened wide.
“Looking for something?” The timber of Rafe’s voice hits your ears and you freeze, probably looking like something out of a cartoon, shoulders tense, eyes wide. You’re still facing his dresser, and you really, really don’t want to turn, but you do, and then you wish you hadn’t.
Rafe’s dripping wet—damp hair sticking to his forehead, a towel around his waist and droplets of water glittering on his abs. He’s looking at you like he never has before. Your eyes are focused on everything else—the bare skin of his chest, his huge arms, the blue color of his towel.
“My eyes are up here, kid.”
Like a deer caught in headlights, you turn your gaze up to lock eyes. You’re terrified—he has to be angry, no, furious. You’re practically a stranger to him, a stranger invading his privacy. But when you finally take in his expression, it’s not angry. He looks amused, a smirk playing at his lips while he takes you in, standing before him like a child about to be reprimanded for touching something that doesn’t belong to them.
“I-I…” you trail off, swallowing hard, still staring at Rafe.
“You, you?” he mocks. You think you’re going to start crying but no tears well up—yet. “What’re you looking for?” he asks it seriously, his tone shifting.
You’ve never spoken to Rafe enough to notice, but he’s incredibly domineering. You shrink just from his gaze, while he closes the door and walks closer to you.
“Um, I-” You stop yourself short.
“Looking for trouble, huh?” He says it like it’s a joke, but you know he’s not kidding. Your head shakes, trying to convince him you’re not, but it’s not much use.
He’s not very far from you now, maybe another foot and you could smell the scent of his soap, another few inches and you could feel the heat radiating off of his bare body.
You realize how you must look right now, wearing a tiny dress because of the heat outside but now feeling goosebumps prick along your arms. Your bare feet rest on his carpet while your hands feel clammy from how scared you are.
“I, uh, I needed socks.” You look down at your feet and he does too, looking back up at the same time.
“Socks? From me?”
“Couldn’t find Sarah’s. She needs to do laundry.”
“So you came in here to get mine?”
“I-I’ll bring them back. Washed. Promise.” Your gaze is now dying to avoid his, looking all around his room and then turning back to the drawer to take out a pair.
You feel a wet hand on your arm, turning you back around at full force, his balled up socks falling from your hand as you stare Rafe in the eyes. He must be able to tell from the way your body shakes in his grip, how your eyelids are fluttering fast, how scared you are.
“Don’t lie to me, kid. I won’t like it.” You suck in a sharp breath. A few moments pass.
“I’m not lying, Rafe. Promise.”
You actually don’t know it happens—ending up with his towel on the floor and your sundress right next to it, tangled up in the sheets, your body folded in half with Rafe pounding into you. He grips your cheeks and fucks you like you’re his, like he owns your pussy and every other part of you. It goes on for so long you lose track, forgetting everything else but how to say Rafe’s name, remembering nothing but how he sounded groaning into your ear. He kisses you, hard and wet, and that’s when you cum for the third—fourth? fifth? you’ve lost track—time. He cums too—inside you, and normally you think you’d maybe have an issue with that, but since you were the one begging for it, you don’t think you’re allowed to say anything in the way of a complaint.
Rafe rolls off of you a little bit later, after you’ve had a chance to catch your breath. You think he’s gonna tell you to get out so you try to get up yourself, trying to balance on trembling legs, when he puts his hand on your waist and steadies you back onto the bed.
“What’d you need? You should sit.” You look up at him, surprised. He doesn’t like it. “Water?” You nod, and he pulls on some sweatpants and forgoes a shirt, walking out and closing the door softly behind him.
You get comfortable under Rafe’s sheets, pulling them up to cover yourself and body sinking into his bed. You reach out to find your phone, which has somehow ended up on the nightstand even though you don’t recall putting it there. There’s a few new messages.
Sarah: Did you go in yet?
Sarah: I think he left, go now!!
Then one from thirty minutes after that.
Sarah: Did you find it?? Call me!!
You reply quickly, setting the phone down when you hear Rafe’s hand on the doorknob.
Sorry, didn’t find anything. Had to go, I’ll see you tomorrow.
#this format is so fun! do you guys prefer tiny text or normal tho?#i hope everyone likes this one! i wrote it quick#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader
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A one shot of Mechanic!Eddie x F!reader
Established relationship, Eddie loosing his mind and relentlessly fucking you NASTY into your shared bed all because of how turned on he was by seeing you bent over moving laundry to the dryer in a pair of jeans that hug your ass so nicely🙈💗
stink…. don’t do this to me
18+ — MINORS DNI
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Those devious, cheeky little shorts of yours will be the death of Eddie, honestly.
Everytime you wear them he ends up balls deep, mumbling promises to knock you up and start a family. He wouldn’t be surprised if one of the few pregnancy scares you’ve had were a product of those fucking shorts.
He’s just getting home from work so he’s tired, but the second he sees you bent over the washer with your ass practically hanging out of your shorts, he’s pumped like a goddamn energizer bunny, so god knows how many rounds he’s fixing to pull out of you tonight (you both lost count at 5).
He’s stepping up behind you with a hum as you toss the clothes in the dryer and shut the lid, pressing his body to yours and nuzzling his face into your neck. His hands coast over your hips and stomach, greedy fingers searching to palm at your tits over the flimsy tank top you have on.
“What’d I tell you about these goddamn shorts, hm?” He nips at your ear, squeezing at your skin when you lean away from him with a grin and a roll of your eyes.
“I didn’t have any clean clothes left, okay?“
Eddie hums, pressing a kiss to your neck as he pushes your hips back against his growing bulge, “Mm, and these just so happened to be the only clean pants?”
“…Maybe.”
Eddie huffs out a laugh, giving your ass a quick tap and causing you to yelp, “Maybe.” He mocks.
You roll your eyes, somehow slipping out from between him and the dryer and Eddie groans as you pick up the laundry basket, “I’m busy, Eddie. The laundry isn’t gonna fold itself.”
As if Eddie believes you’re really that eager to fold laundry.
He’s on you as soon as you dump the clothes onto your shared bed, pressing himself to you once again and ignoring the whine you give him. “I’ll be quick, come on. You can’t wear these and expect me to not hump you like a dog, are you serious?”
“Self control, Eddie. It’s a thing.”
“Fuck off.”
You’re giggling as he reaches forward and pushes the clean laundry out of the way before pressing you face first into the bed.
“Ass up, come on.” He pats your hip, “You wanted to wear these cute little shorts, now put them on display for me.”
Eddie watches as you arch your back out for him, softly swaying your hips in a taunting manner as he palms himself. It’s like Eddie looses his mind, honestly.
He nearly ripped these same shorts one time, but he realized if he did then he wouldn’t get the privilege of seeing you in them again and god is Eddie so glad he thought that through.
His palm comes down on your ass quick and hot, cock stirring in his jeans at the moan that slips from you. He gives your other cheek a slap, squeezing and pulling at the fat skin before he decides he can’t wait any longer and he has to fuck you.
The shorts are off in record time, and Eddie thanks whatever shitty manufacturing company made those as he flings them to the ground. He makes even quicker work of unbuttoning his jeans, growling when you sway your hips and wriggle a hand down to your pussy, teasing yourself in preparation for what’s to come.
Eddie doesn’t even bother taking his jeans completely off, he lets them rest at his thighs as he wraps an adrenaline-shaking hand around his throbbing cock and shuffles forward. “Move your hand.” He sharply orders, placing a hand on your bare hip as he aligns his tip with your entrance. You oblige without question, hands sinking into the sheets to hold as Eddie sinks into you.
You’re so fucking warm and hot and wet, and the moan you let out is sinful enough to make Eddie want to do the unthinkable.
“Oh my god,” You gasp as Eddie presses in to the hilt. You’re mumbling and babbling about how big Eddie is, your pretty cunt squeezing and fluttering around him as he settles. “Yeah? This what you wanted, huh?” Eddie teases as he slowly drags his cock out before pressing in again, balls pressing snug to your clit as you squirm.
You pant, whimpering and failing to answer Eddie, so he leans forward, hips working up a toe curling pace as he talks into your ear, “Baby just wanted a good dicking down, huh?” He hotly whispers.
You whimper loudly, clenching around his cock as you desperately nod into the sheets. “Yes, yes please.” You beg.
Eddie peppers kisses across your neck and shoulder, dragging his teeth across your soft skin as his hips relentlessly pound into you. “You know you just had to ask, baby. Instead you wanna slut yourself out—“ “F-fuck off.” You gasp, drunkenly grinning when you hear Eddie chuckle.
Eddie presses himself back up, calloused hands pressing into your hips to pin you to the mattress before he begins drilling into like it’s the last chance he’ll ever fucking get.
Wet sloshing, skin slapping and needy moans fill out the air and Eddie’s practically bouncing you onto his cock with the help of the bouncy bed and you’re just speechless— grappling back at Eddie with shaky hands as Eddie fucks you into oblivion.
“Gonna cum?” Eddie huffs. You answer with a loud moan and your warm walls clenching around Eddie, and he hums, “Give it to me, baby, come on. Want you on top after so I can see your pretty tits bounce in that lousy excuse of a shirt you’ve got on.”
He strikes a hand down on your ass, watching as the skin ripples beneath his force— and suddenly, you’re cumming and tensing around Eddie so hard that Eddie almost struggles to fuck himself into you.
And Eddie didn’t plan on cumming yet, he wanted to hold off for a while longer, but you feel so fucking good Eddie can’t even think of holding back.
He cums with a loud groan, pressing his weight onto you as he spills himself deep inside of your pulsing cut— and there’s so much that it spills and drips down onto the laundry that Eddie failed to move out of the way.
“Jesus— fuck,” Eddie moans as he pulls out, still cumming in lazy spurts as he fists himself, painting your pretty folds. You’re shaking beneath him, back and thighs quivering with pleasure, and Eddie curses at the sight. He barely lets you come down before palming your ass, cock twitching when you let out a drawn-out moan as he speaks, “Flip over, baby. We’re not leaving this room for a while,” He drawls, “Gotta knock you up, remember?”
#mary i love u#he would soooo lose his mind when you wear any form of slutty tiny clothes#rachie’s moots 🫧#eddie x reader#eddie munson#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x reader#eddie smut#mechanic!eddie#mechanic!eddie x reader
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