#mighty x reader

🔴 No because Mighty being ticklish on his shell is SO canon in my mind.

Like he can survive getting launched across a whole zone but the second you brush a finger over his shell? He’s DONE.

🔴 He doesn’t even flinch. He pops into his shell like a little popcorn kernel.

Just-puff-gone.

And you hear these tiny muffled giggles inside like he’s trying so hard to hold it together.

🔴 The funniest part is he gets MAD embarrassed about it.

He’ll come back out all red and be like, “I wasn’t laughing.”

Sir, yes you were. We all heard you.

🔴The others found out by accident and now it’s a running joke.

Someone accidentally brushes past him and he jumps a foot in the air.

Vector nearly cried laughing xD

🔴 But the cute part? If YOU do it, he gets extra flustered.

He’ll cover his face and be like “stoppp” but he’s smiling so hard he can’t even pretend to be tough.

🔴 Bonus:

If you blow air on his shell he does that little full-body wiggle like a surprised cat.

It’s adorable.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mighty values his relationships with his friends/lover(s) above all else, that is canon to his character. So when it came to asking you, his s/o, about sex? He...tried to do it subtly, in private of course. Knowing how you tend to not notice second meanings, he didn't take it to heart when his advances were missed

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He'd try to do this for months, every time being hopeful it'd work but only for it to slide right over your head. It took some encouragement from Ray, but next time the two of your had some alone time on an adventure, he was able to gather the courage to sit you down and ask about it

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ The armadillo was nervous as all hell that it'd ruin things between you two, the question about sex. So to say he was pleased when the conversation was reciprocated in eagerness and participation? He was relieved. Even more so when the two of you went onto the topic of discussing boundaries relating to any sexual activities

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ It was Mighty's decision to have a safe word, and chose 'Honey'. Something easy to say if things get overwhelming- he insists on making sure you remember it and promise him you'll use it if things are too much. Even if it's vanilla

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Being naturally strong, enough so to accidentally send someone flying, he doesn't like partaking in certain aspects of kink and roleplay if you're into that. He doesn't want to hurt you- emotionally or physically. But especially physically. But he will play the part if you truly want to and promise you'll tell him if you need him to stop right away

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ For those scenes, he typically uses the color system. If he is unsure about something after it's done, he'll ask for your color. Green tells him it's okay and you like it, yellow tells him it's alright but to warn you next time, red means you didn't like it and to not do it again. The safe word tells him to drop the scene entirely

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Of course, you reciprocate the care and attention! The system you two have applies to him as well. Though at first he feels horrid for needing to use the safe word, because he knows you enjoy it, but with your reassurance that it's okay and that it exists for him to use too, he eventually grows more confident in using it

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Aftercare often consists of him taking care of your first. Please don't fight him on it, saying you'll be fine or that you want to take care of him first- just let him. It'll help him feel better; helping you with anything he did to you is apart of his aftercare. Afterwards, he will just want to curl up in your arms and hide himself from the world as you tell him he did nothing wrong, he did what you wanted him to, and that you still love him, etc etc; also, pet his shell- he won't feel it per say due to how hard it is but he'll know and appreciate it a bunch

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ If you don't / can't give him this aftercare for some reason, he will be a mental wreck afterwards and the next day. Please, don't let that happen. He will beat himself up over it

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ That being said, outside of any scenes, Mighty is a service top or bottom. He cares more about your pleasure and getting you to cum than he does about his own, and he takes whatever time you two have as a chance to let you know how much he loves you with his words and actions. Foreplay can and has left you cumming before any of the actual fun starts

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Anything involving cunnilingus/blowjobs/oral has been done before. And you bet he as done it standing up with his strength

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Sex in nature will absolutely make him melt. Just the image of seeing you in such a state of bliss, unable to do anything other than say his name while he ruts into you on a forest floor or in a field of flowers makes him feel like he's in heaven

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mighty is probably slightly into being caught. Not the 'be quiet someone is there' exhibitionism, but the idea that someone could be there, watching/listening; but isn't comfortable with the definite that someone could hear or someone is watching them(voyeurism and three or more people counts unless the relationship is polyamorous)

Mighty the Armadillo being hopelessly, pathetically, adorably in love with Princess Reader would actually FEED NATIONS!

• First of all... this man is gone. Completely. Utterly. No saving him.

• The second you walk into a room, it’s over. His posture immediately straightens. His voice gets deeper.

• He’s trying so hard to be honorable and composed, standing there in polished armor like the kingdom’s finest knight...

• Meanwhile...his brain??? “She smiled at me.” • “She said my name.” • “I would literally fight a dragon right now.”

• Mans is SWEATING under that armor.

• The Chaotix and Ray notice immediately.

• Especially Espio. (ofc)

• Mighty could be staring at you from across the royal banquet hall like you hung the stars yourself, and Espio’s just there like: “You are not subtle.”

• Cue Vector absolutely LOSING it. “MY BOY IS DOWN HORRENDOUS.”

• Charmy is ten times worse. This little menace is flying circles around Mighty singing made-up love songs: “Sir Mighty and his pretty princess~ sitting in a tree~”

• Ray honestly tries to defend him at first...Until he catches Mighty polishing his armor extra carefully before royal garden patrol: “...Oh. Oh, you’ve got it BAD bad.”

• And the funniest part? Mighty denies NOTHING. Bro is too honest.

• He just gets all flustered, rubbing the back of his neck.: “I just... care deeply for her wellbeing.”

• VECTOR: “THAT’S A FANCY WAY TO SAY YOU WANNA HOLD HER HAND.”

• And oh... he absolutely does.

• Secretly dating Mighty would be PEAK soft romance.

• Midnight garden strolls.

• Hidden tower meetings.

• Him taking off his gauntlets just so he can hold your hand more gently??? I’m unwell.

• He treats you like you are the most precious thing in existence. Not in an overbearing way. In a deeply sincere “I treasure every word you say” way.

• You mention liking a certain flower once? Suddenly he’s learning how to grow it near your window.

• You’re cold? Cape. Immediately.

• You’re tired? This man is offering his shoulder, his arm, his ENTIRE EXISTENCE!

• And PLEASE imagine you patching him up after training. Tiny cuts on his knuckles. You carefully tending to him while he looks at you like this is the closest thing to heaven.

• Ray walking in accidentally and just FREEZING. “...WAIT.” “WAIT WAIT WAIT.”

Chaos erupts.

• Charmy nearly faints from gossip overload.

• Vector is screaming.

• Espio, somehow, already knew. Duh. “I had suspicions.”

• After the reveal, the teasing becomes absolutely unbearable.

• Vector calls you “Your Highness” in the most dramatic tone possible every time Mighty is nearby.

• Charmy asks when the royal wedding is at least twice a week.

• Ray is actually super supportive but absolutely slips in comments like: “So... when you two get married, do I get a special title or am I just everyone’s favorite third wheel?”

• Mighty is red. Constantly. But despite the embarrassment? He never once hides how much he loves you.

• If anything... once it’s out? He gets bolder.

• Casual forehead kisses in private. Hand on the small of your back. Looking at you with that warm, unwavering devotion like he still can’t believe someone as wonderful as you chose him.

• He is the kind of knight who would kneel before you, kiss your hand, and still somehow make it feel personal instead of performative.

• Because to him? You are not just his princess. You are his heart. His greatest honor. The one thing he’d choose in every lifetime.

Honestly... Mighty being whipped is less “man falls” and more “man joyfully launches himself into love and never recovers.”

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🔴 Mighty is SUCH a quiet acts-of-service boyfriend. Like…you’ll mention ONCE that your hands are cold and suddenly he’s always holding them?? Not in a flashy way either, just casually threading his fingers through yours like it’s second nature.

🔴 Lowkey?? he’s kinda shy about PDA at first. not because he doesn’t want to, but because he respects you so much that he overthinks it. Like he’ll hover his hand near yours before finally committing 😭 but once he knows you like it?? yeah…good luck getting him to stop.

🔴 Niche but hear me out: he collects little things you absentmindedly leave behind. hair ties, notes, random receipts with doodles on them. he keeps them in a small box. he doesn’t tell you about it. you find it one day and just. pause.

🔴 He’s the type to sit with you while you ramble. like REALLY listen. you could go on about the most random topic and he’s just nodding, asking little questions, fully invested. you feel heard in a way that’s almost scary.

🔴 If you’re the type to get overstimulated or overwhelmed?? he notices immediately. doesn’t make a scene, just gently guides you somewhere quieter, maybe puts his hand on your back. grounding energy fr.

🔴 Okay but imagine you teaching him something, like braiding hair or painting nails or even just a random hobby you have. he’s so focused. tongue slightly sticking out in concentration. and when he messes up he gets this tiny frown like he personally disappointed you 😭 (he didn’t. you think it’s adorable.)

🔴 He doesn’t get jealous easily, but he DOES get protective. not in a controlling way, more like…he subtly positions himself closer to you, his presence just…felt. like a quiet “I’ve got you.”

🔴 You fall asleep on him once and that’s it. that’s his favorite thing now. he will sit there for HOURS if it means you’re comfortable. his arm might go numb but he’s not moving. absolutely not.

🔴 He’s not super verbal with affection, but when he DOES say something soft?? it hits ten times harder. like a quiet “I like being around you” and suddenly you’re staring at the wall processing it for 3-5 business days.

🔴 If you’re shorter than him, he rests his chin on your head. if you’re taller?? he leans into you anyway. man does not care. he just wants contact.

🔴 Last one because I’m spiraling: sometimes you catch him just…looking at you. not in a creepy way, just quiet admiration. like he still can’t believe you’re real and here with him.

🔴 He’s not loud love. he’s steady love. the kind that builds slowly and then suddenly you realize you’re completely wrapped up in it 🥹

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• Okii, so imagine the kingdom is under attack. Guards are running everywhere, people are screaming, and the castle is in complete chaos.

• Mighty is glued to your side, refusing to let you out of his sight. Then suddenly, someone manages to slip through the defenses and aims directly at you.

• Mighty doesn't even hesitate.

• He throws himself in front of you before anyone can stop him.

• One second he's standing beside you, the next he's hitting the ground.

• And I just KNOW your heart would completely stop at that moment.

• You didn't seem to care that the battle was still happening around you. You didn't care about the shouting or the fighting. All you see is Mighty lying there injured.

• You're immediately at his side, grabbing his face, calling his name, trying so hard not to break down right there.

• Meanwhile this absolute fool opens his eyes, gives you the weakest little smile imaginable, and the FIRST thing he says is:

"You're alright..."

• SIR.

• THAT IS NOT WHAT YOU SHOULD BE SAYING RIGHT NOW.

• It honestly makes you want to cry even more.

• After the attack, the healers manage to stop the bleeding, but you practically kicked everyone out afterward.

• "I can handle the rest."

• So now it's just the two of you in his room.

• Mighty is sitting on the edge of the bed with his armor removed, a bandage wrapped around his shoulder where he took the hit for you.

• And honestly? He's feeling pretty good about himself.

• you were safe.

• That's all that mattered.

• Then you start cleaning one of the cuts on his arm.

• And you're being... strangely quiet.

• Mighty notices immediately.

"Princess?"

• Nothing.

• You keep dabbing at the wound.

"You're upset."

• And that's when you finally crack.

"What did you expect?"

• The words come out shakier than you intended.

• You set the cloth down and look at him, eyes already watering.

"You threw yourself in front of me."

• Mighty opens his mouth to argue.

• You don't let him.

"You could've died, Mighty."

• OOF.

• The room gets very quiet after that.

• You continue wrapping the bandage around his arm, but now tears are slipping down your cheeks.

"You never think about yourself."

"You always rush into danger."

"And one day..."

• Your voice breaks.

"One day you're not going to come back."

• That one hits him harder than any sword ever could.

• Because suddenly he realizes this isn't about his injuries.

• It's about how terrified you were of losing him.

• The second you finish tying the bandage, you finally stop pretending you're okay.

• You just lean forward and hug him.

• Careful of his wounds, but tight enough that he knows you don't want to let go.

"I don't want you to leave my side..."

• Mighty completely melts.

• His arms immediately wrap around you.

• One hand gently rubbing your back.

"Hey..."

• His voice is so soft now.

"I'm still here."

• He presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"And I'll always do everything I can to come back to you."

• Not because he's a knight.

• Not because it's his duty.

• But because hearing you cry over him?

Yeah, Mighty never wants to experience that again.

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❤️I feel like he'd definitely be the type to comfort you through actions first before words.

❤️ Like if you're upset, he is already showing up at your place with your favorite snacks, a blanket, maybe a stuffed animal or flowers he thought you'd like. He pays attention to little details, so he remembers what tea you drink when you're sad, what movie always makes you feel better, what songs calm you down.

❤️He'd want you to feel safe and taken care of without making a huge deal out of it.

❤️He'd be really patient too. If you need to cry, vent, sit in silence, whatever, he is not gonna rush you. He'd sit beside you with his arm around you or let you curl up against him and just stay there for hours if that's what you need. He gives very grounding energy, like being wrapped in a heavy blanket during a thunderstorm.

❤️He's also the type to get emotional when you do, even if he tries not to show it too much. Seeing you hurt would genuinely upset him because he cares so deeply.

❤️Mighty is very protective, but not in an overbearing way. If someone hurt your feelings, his jaw tightens immediately. He is not the type to go start a fight unless he has to, but he definitely has that quiet, dangerous energy of someone thinking, "I just wanna talk to them." And by talk, he means standing there looking intimidating enough that the other person starts sweating through their fur.

❤️Romantically, he would be really sweet and gentle with you during moments like that. Forehead kisses, rubbing your back, brushing your hair away from your face, holding your hand and kissing your knuckles. He'd remind you how loved you are in really soft ways instead of giving some big speech.

Stuff like "C'mere, sweetheart," or "You don't gotta carry this by yourself."

❤️He'd also probably try to make things feel a little more normal again once you've calmed down.

❤️Like he'll ask if you wanna go on a late night walk, get food, watch a movie, go sit somewhere quiet together. He wouldn't want to force you to talk if you're not ready, but he also wouldn't want you to sit alone with your thoughts too long.

❤️And honestly, I feel like once he loves someone, he loves hard. So when you're hurting, he almost treats it like it's his mission to make sure you're okay again. Not because he thinks you're weak or need saving, but because taking care of you is one of the ways he shows love.❤️

꒰ ･ ｡ﾟ ✦ ･ ｡ﾟ ꒱

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You leaned against the fence, chin resting on your hand, watching him.

Mighty the Armadillo.

He stood tall in the center of the ring, moving with practiced ease. Every punch he threw was deliberate, every shift of his weight solid and grounded. He wasn’t flashy like Sonic or showy like Knuckles—his strength had a quiet confidence to it, steady and dependable, like he didn’t need to prove anything to anyone.

And that was exactly what made your chest ache.

Your eyes traced the way his muscles flexed and relaxed, how his expression stayed calm even as sweat beaded at his brow. He didn’t rush. He didn’t falter. Watching him train was like watching a mountain that had somehow learned to move—strong, unshakable, but gentle in the way he carried that power.

You knew you should probably look away before your thoughts got the better of you, but your cheeks were already warm.

Mighty paused, lowering his hands and tilting his head in your direction. “You’re staring again.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin. “W-What? No, I was just—uh—just studying your form!”

One of his brows quirked, though his mouth tugged into the faintest smile. “If you’re studying, then you might as well get some practice in. Come on.”

Your heart skipped. Training with Mighty always left you flustered—it was hard enough to admire him from a distance, let alone when you had to actually spar with him. Still, you straightened, determined not to back down.

“Fine,” you said, stepping into the ring. “But don’t go too easy on me.”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

The sparring started light—quick jabs, easy dodges. Mighty was careful with his strength, meeting you with just enough resistance to challenge you without overwhelming you. Every time he adjusted your stance or guided your arm into position, the warmth of his hand lingered far longer than it should have.

You ducked under one of his swings and twisted, but before you could land your strike, his body shifted smoothly into place. In an instant, you found yourself caught between the wall and the breadth of his frame, his arm braced beside your head.

Your breath caught.

Mighty didn’t press into you, but his closeness alone sent a shiver down your spine. His eyes, usually calm and soft, locked onto yours with an intensity that made your pulse thunder in your ears.

“Got you,” he said quietly, a playful note undercut by something deeper.

For a second, neither of you moved. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you stared up at him, every ounce of composure slipping away. His scent—warm, faintly earthy—wrapped around you, and your thoughts tangled hopelessly.

He must have noticed your flustered state, because the hard line of his mouth softened, and his arm slowly lowered. He stepped back, giving you space, though his gaze lingered.

“You okay?” His voice was gentle now, careful.

You managed a shaky laugh, brushing at your hair to hide the redness in your cheeks. “Y-Yeah. Just… hard not to notice how strong you are up close.”

Mighty rubbed the back of his neck, ears twitching slightly as if your words embarrassed him. “Strength’s not everything. You’ve got heart—and that’s harder to teach.”

You blinked at him, warmth blooming in your chest. For someone so strong, he always spoke with such quiet humility. It only made you admire him more.

The sparring continued, though you were both distracted now. Every brush of his hand, every moment you found yourself nearly colliding with his chest, sent sparks through your body. His careful patience only made it worse—he never rushed you, never mocked your mistakes, only encouraged and guided with steady reassurance.

Finally, he called for a break, settling down against the wall with a sigh. You joined him, plopping beside him on the wooden floor, legs stretched out.

“Thanks for training with me,” you murmured after a moment. “I know I’m not on your level, but… I really look up to you, Mighty. You make everything look so effortless.”

His head turned, eyes wide for a beat before he ducked them shyly, his hand rubbing at his arm. “You really think that?”

You smiled, nodding. “I do.”

He exhaled, shoulders easing as a small, genuine grin spread across his face. “Guess that makes two of us, then.”

Your heart skipped. “What do you mean?”

He glanced at you, then quickly looked away again, ears tinged pink. “You’ve got this… fire. You don’t give up, even when it’s tough. I like that. Training with you feels… good.”

Your lips parted, but the words tangled in your throat. You wanted to tease him, to push for more, but instead you just smiled, letting the silence say everything you couldn’t.

The two of you sat shoulder to shoulder as the cicadas sang and the sun dipped lower, painting the field in amber light. You caught him sneaking a glance at you, his expression soft and a little shy, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

Yeah. This was the start of something.

The forest had always been your place with him.

A pocket of quiet where sunlight filtered through the leaves like soft gold, where the air smelled of moss and blooming wildflowers, where the world seemed to hush just for the two of you.

Mighty had insisted on the picnic.

He insisted on carrying everything himself, too; basket, blanket, even the jar of honey you kept reminding him not to drop.

He’d been acting strange since morning: smiling too brightly, hands fidgeting, glancing at you like he was memorizing you every other second.

It was sweet.

And suspicious.

Now, sitting together on the blanket he’d spread beneath a canopy of tall pines, you watched him pick at his food with a distracted air.

His leg bounced. His tail twitched. And every time you leaned in to kiss his cheek, he went stiff for half a second before melting into it.

“Mighty?” you finally asked softly.

“Are you alright? You’ve been nervous all day.”

He faltered, just for a moment, then lifted his gaze to yours.

And that’s when everything stilled.

He looks up at you, eyes shimmering with emotion, part nervous, part absolutely sure. A small, soft smile plays on his lips.

Your breath caught.

He takes a shaky breath.

“So… here goes nothing.”

Your heart fluttered at the way his voice softened,

quiet,

tender,

raw.

“You make my world brighter just by existing in it,”

he murmured, shoulders trembling just slightly.

“You make me brave when I’m scared… happy when everything’s dark. I didn’t think someone like me could ever feel this seen… this loved.”

Your hand drifted to your chest, warmth blooming like a blooming flower.

Then he reached into his little pouch.

And pulled out…

an acorn.

Not just any acorn; one wrapped gently in woven vines, polished smooth like he’d held it a thousand times.

“It’s not gold or silver…”

Mighty whispered, voice barely a breath.

“But I made it for you the moment my heart knew yours.”

He held it out to you with both hands, as if it were something sacred.

“And if you’ll have me…

Will you be mine?

Not just for now but forever?”

His eyes searched yours wide open, vulnerable in a way you had never seen from him.

“Will you stay by my side? Will you let me wake up to your smile every morning? Let me hold your hand through all of life’s wild turns?”

A beat.

“Marry me.”

Another breath.

“Be my always.”

You didn’t answer with words.

You launched at him.

Mighty let out a startled oof! as your momentum knocked him backward into the blanket, both of you tumbling into a pile of limbs and laughter.

The acorn ring stayed balanced in his palm, even as he hit the ground, because even flustered, he refused to drop something meant for you.

Your lips were already everywhere;

cheeks, nose, forehead, jaw, soft frantic kisses raining down like a storm of joy.

“Yes-yes!”

you laughed breathlessly between kisses.

“Of course yes! A thousand times yes!”

Your hands framed his face as you kissed him full on the mouth, slow this time, deep with emotion.

His arms came around you instantly, holding you tight, grounding you even while lying flat on his back with you sprawled on his chest.

He was blushing hard.

And smiling even harder.

In that quiet forest, wrapped in each other and surrounded by warm afternoon light…

you felt the world shift.

And it felt perfect.

Because you were his.

And he was yours.

Now and forever.

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