Imagine you're rushing around your place all frantic, upset at yourself over knowing it was laundry day yesterday but just not feeling up to doing it. So you put it off thinking it would be ok before you realized after your shower that morning that you had no clean underwear.
Your shapeshifter bf wakes up to you practically pushing your bed off the ground to look for a pair somewhere. Groggily he asks what the hell is going on and you explain through shrieking overwhelmed shouts what was going on.
And more importantly you stressed the fact that you were seriously fucked. Which kinda sorta instantly gives him an idea.
Quickly he calms you down, shushing you gently before saying, 'Babe, I got you. Don't even worry about it.â Probably the worst sentence he could ever utter to you.
You're not sure how to react when he transforms into a cute pair of panties a second later. With a little bow on them and everything. They were honestly a bit cute. That wasnât the point though even as you stare frozen at them.
Yet what you end up doing is threatening to throw them out the window and seeing what just might happen to his body when it makes impact on the ground.
He's back to himself in the blink of an eye, all sheepish smiles and nervous laughter as he explains it's the best case scenario right now. That there's no other options right now because he doesn't want his boo thang going commando.
Begrudgingly you accept his help after realizing he just might be right. Something you never thought youâd admit. And as you slide him up your legs, in some weird way, wearing him as underwear feels exactly the same as sitting on his face. It seems he feels the same way too as he spends the day periodically eating you out to completion during your whole work day.
He feasts on your body for hours at a time, happily slurping away before you have to remind him to be quiet (though you fail to hide your own moans so neither of you are being too subtle).
The pleasure is blinding the longer he goes on for. One minute youâre casually in the middle of your meeting and the next thing you know his tongue is diving into your cunt and heâs nibbling on your overstimulated clit.
Other times youâre having a simple conversation with a coworker of yours when heâll instantly start up again, lapping up your raw puffy folds and gorging himself on you just to make sure your attention is always on him. You barely get a moment of peace before he just canât help himself and start up again.
Trying to get him to stop is pointless and youâve ceased trying. Whenever youâd squeeze your thighs together to make sure he canât move heâd just moan loudly, gaining everyoneâs attention. Luckily itâs a manâs moan so no one suspected it came from you. And when you kept tries to shift your panties down to to the side, heâd only last a few minutes before wiggling himself back up your thick thighs and taking your clit in his mouth, sucking on it hard as a little punishment.
All you could do was take everything he gave you. In a way it was both the best and most difficult day of your life.
Then when the day eventually comes to an end and you manage to wash all your clothes after work you realize that youâre actually a little bummed.
Wearing him as panties turned out better than you thought. Maybe you'll have to accidentally forget to do your laundry again some time...
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pairing: Max Hatter x white rabbit's daugther!reader
summary: see requests below !
warning: angst!, little fluff, use of Y/N, traumatic childhood, scared of thunder/loud noises, shape shifting, mostly transforms into a bunny when scared, panic attack, slight mention of physical abuse (implied), crying, comforting, slight language
a/n: thank you to everyone who started sending requests and who still does!! I'll try my best to work on all of them as best as possible, but I got more than expected đ I might combine requests if it makes sense (like in this one) so I hope y'all are fine with that too! I hope you enjoy! And please be patient with me!
to these anon requests!: thank you so much for these fabulous ideas! I hope you like my interpretation of it and are fine with the combination of things! Reader being the white rabbit's daughter just made so much sense for this... hope you like it!!
You'd think growing up in Wonderland would be all fun and colourful but truth is, it's not.
Not always, at least.
Only when you were little you leaned such thing.
The random: Maddox Hatter turned mad. Like really mad.
Towards your father, the white rabbit. Even though he was always good to Maddox.
Eventually there was a time where your father was done with him. As he spoke up against him, Maddox turned all crazy. Even saying stuff about the fact you can turn into a human form and your father can not.
It got so bad that he was breaking things in your very own home just as thunder erupted on the outside. It was all loud and stormy and all you could do was hide.
Hide in your little rabbit hole of a room as you turned back into a bunny because of the loud noise.
Your father could make the Hatter leave eventually but damage was already done.
And you knew you'd never want to see or hear from any of the Hatters ever again.
Sadly eventually you couldn't avoid all of them.
His son, Max Hatter, went to Auradon prep just like you did.
Of course, you avoided him at all cost. Actually it almost seemed like you were scared of him too.
And honestly? You were. You just blindly believed he was just like his father.
Eventually he understood that you were scared of him. Or maybe hated him.
So he made sure to not get near you, unless he had to, like going the same way. But even then he avoided your gaze.
By the time you realised that he goes out of your way, you were sure he hated you. And you were glad about it.
But that wasn't the truth.
In fact Max didn't really know what Maddox has done to you. Or what effect loud noises had on you because of this.
Yes, he knew you were the white rabbits daughter. And his father told him once that the white rabbit was no one to be trusted. Max knows better to not blindly trust that though.
One school afternoon you found yourself at the Auradon garden.
You tended to spend your afternoons there. It was peaceful and no one was around to judge you if you ever decided to change into your bunny form or steal some carrots.
As strange as it sounds, you do shape shift to just feel a little bit closer to home.
Well, as you were just roaming in the garden to pick some carrots, in human form of course, it happened to get a little cloudy.
You thought nothing of it and just walked a bit further, since you knew the carrots there would be good to eat.
To your very unpleasant surprise thunder erupted and a loud noise could be heard.
The sudden loud noise made you jump in panic so much that, without being able to control it, you turned into a bunny and looked for shelter.
The garden was on school grounds and it was very neat and organised, so no natural shelter was given.
It made you panic even more as you looked around. Then it started raining making your head foggy even more.
To say you were a scared little bunny again was an understatement.
As another thunder erupted, you just started hopping back to school grounds. That was the only and safest option anyway. It was kind of a long walk, but hopping you should be fine.
Max was just at the beginning of the garden before it started thundering.
Sometimes he looks for the quiet places in school.
Even if it might be hard to believe to some students, he is nothing like his father and he hates being seen as a typical VK.
So yes, he looks for the quiet places to recharge his energy, or something.
As it started thundering he got up from the bench, in the garden, he was sitting on and walked back inside.
Before he could close the door behind him, something rushed past his feet.
He tried to look around, looking for the source, but found nothing close anymore. Shrugging it off he closed the door behind him, sighing deeply.
Once the noise was a little muffled by the strong doors, you turned back into a human. Sitting in the corner of the room, near the fire place, clothes all drenched by the rain.
Max heard the sudden shift in the room.
Turning to that noise he was quite surprised to see you there.
But then he remembered: "She can shape shift. So that must have been her rushing inside."
For a moment he just observed you.
You were shaking.
And not because of being wet from the rain, but because you were scared. He could see that. And as he carefully stepped closer, he could hear it.
"You're safe. Nothing's gonna happen to you. You're good," you kept telling yourself affirmations, because it's what you did back home. When Maddox attacked your family.
Max was sure it had something to do with a traumatic experience but he wanted to know.
You knew Max was here. But you were so occupied with yourself and not getting a panic attack that you totally ignored him. All you could do was hope for him to leave.
But he wouldn't. He was way too concerned about your well being, so he got closer.
Meanwhile the thunder outside got louder and more frequent. It got all your attention and that was bad.
All you could do was keep telling yourself that you were fine and safe, but you couldn't be so sure of it anymore.
Sitting there with your knees up to your chest and arms hung around them, holding them tight.
The noise got louder and you felt all helpless again. Memories of Maddox's mad face and shattering glass flashed before your eyes.
"No- no- stop!-," you suddenly started yelping and rocking back and forth.
It felt like a nightmare was rushing over you, but you were wide awake.
Max saw all of that and started to get really worried.
Your rocking got stronger and your mumbling got more serious.
Without thinking Max got closer as he called out your name, but it didn't help.
Eventually he kneeled down next to you, scared to make it worse, rather than helping you.
"Y/N, are you alright?," he asked a little helpless and worried.
All you could do is shake your head with a shaky and shuttering breath.
Another thunder erupted and you literally jumped as you hid your face on your knees.
Without another warning you started crying. Mumbling some negative stuff to yourself.
Max saw that as his cue. Without asking he sat down super closer to you, on the ground, and pulled you into his embrace. Slinging his arms around your shoulders, making the side of your head rest on his chest.
"No, no, no-," you tried your best to resist him at first. In your mind he wanted to hurt you, just like his dad wanted too.
"Shhhh," Max tried his best to soothe you, "I'm here."
And that was the probelm.
"I don't... want... you to," you tried to explain between sniffles.
Even though your words hardly got out, they still hit him.
He barely knew you. Interacted with you little to no times at all. So there possibly wasn't a thing he could have done.
Then it hit him.
One stormy night his father got back home all furious and angry.
"The- the white rabbit can't be trusted! Nothing he says is true!," Maddox mumbled to himself as he knocked something in his workshop over.
Max was just a little boy playing with some stuff in there at that time. Yes, he was scared of his father too sometimes. But he was kinda used to it.
As Maddox got closer to Max he looked serious, pointing a finger at him, "The white rabbit is no one to be trusted, you hear me? And his daughter- a shape shifter! Pfff..."
Maddox trailed off after that. Max couldn't bother to listen any more than that. It was a self-defencing mechanism honestly.
Just the day after that the Hatters got banned to the Isle of the lost. Related or not, Max wasn't sure.
His father must have done something terrible to her.
"Shit-," he mumbled as he looked at your dissociated and scared face.
Pulling you back in, he caressed over your hair and back.
"I don't know what my father has done to you or your father but-," he sighed, "I promise, I have nothing to do with that and I am not like him!"
He tried to make that as clear as possible.
Your crying started to get a little less, the shaking also getting soothed.
As much as you tried to hate him, you couldn't help but feel the pure comfort radiating off him.
The warmth of his body, his soothing strokes, his strong but soft voice.
He noticed how your shaky breathing got slower.
"That's right. In-," he decided to do breathing excersices with you and breathed in like he said. After holding that for a moment, together, "out- you're doing good."
You two did that for a while, until you were all calm again.
Moving your head up from your knees and slowly letting go of them. Letting him still hold you.
Still you couldn't dare to look at him yet. Which he understood completely.
"I'm sorry, for whatever my father has done. I know what he is capable off," he sighed at the mere thought of it. Without realising he held you closer.
"I remember... the night before we were sent to the Isle, he told me to not trust the white rabbit. Or you. Which I knew was bullshit," he clenched his jaw just imaging what could have went down that night.
"There was a thunderstorm that night. Similar to this one. Is that why you're scared?," Max eventually asked as he carefully tried to look at you.
You let him, even pulling yourself back a little. Nodding softly you tried to use your voice.
"Yes." It was very breathy and quiet. He didn't mind though.
"I'm sorry," Max said as he wiped a tear from your face.
"It's okay," you softly replied.
But he wouldn't have it, rapidly shaking his head, "No. It's not. My father has clearly hurt you and your family so much, that you were even scared of me!"
His tone had a little bite to it. With reason. All this time. He wanted to talk to you but you just ran. He understood now. Not completely what happened but that it must have been very bad.
"You don't have to tell me what he did but... I just want you to know that I am not the same. I would never hurt you," his voice was so sincere and warm.
Hearing him say all this stuff, face to face, made another tear run down your face. This time out of joy, purely.
"Thank you, Max," you said in a slightly broken tone, a crooked smile spread over your face.
"Don't-," he replied as he brushed yet another tear away.
Max was holding you close to his chest, one arm around your back and the other now lingering near your face. You didn't mind being held like that, looking up slightly. In fact it was quite comforting.
"I mean it though. I have been so scared of your father, that I've projected that on you, without giving you a chance. And all you showed me was care and comfort...," you started as you shifted to sit up now.
The hand that was resting on your back, now lingered on your lower back and the one near your face was on your shoulder now.
"So much that I've totally blended out the noise by now."
And that's basically when you two realised. The thunderstorm was still loud and sudden at times, but you? You were not affected whatsoever. Not shaking or scared. Just focused on the comfort given by the very son of the person that triggered this.
Max's eyes widen softly as he realised, "I- did that?"
His surprised and confused state somehow made you giggle.
"Yes, you did," you said with a nod, your ears softly getting a bit more pink.
"I'm sorry for-," you started but he shook his head as he locked your gaze.
"No. You don't got to be sorry. I understand. I would have done the same in your shoes," Max explained so understanding.
You almost felt dizzy by the overwhelming comfort. And whatever else you were feeling now.
"I still get to thank you," you said with a lopsided smirk.
He couldn't help but scoff, rolling his eyes, "Fine."
Dropping the banter he softly smiled at me, "I guess , I was at the right place at the right time."
His soft and sincere voice switched something in you. It was then you realised, this is the real Max.
"Yeah... you were," you said, before just going in for a big hug. Which Max gladly returned
Never did you thought you'd end up like this. But here you were. Hugging the Max Hatter. And somehow? You wouldn't wish to be anywhere else right now.
a/n: YAY!! Happy end!! I hope y'all love this as much as I do!
ps: I wanted to keep this pg but you could imagine them kissing after hehe
Hereâs my story pitch to youâŚimagine a princess reader who is living through all the fairy tale kidnapping cliches, hoping to find her prince. Her true love if you will. But each prince is a disappointment.
Little does she know that itâs been the same âprinceâ all along who is actually a shape shifting monster, and the main conspirator to her fairy tale kidnapping cliches. Heâs hoping to be the perfect prince for her time after time, failure after failure
Itâs funny to think that the shape shifting monster is playing double duty being the dragon and the knight, the evil sorcerer and the prince charming, etc
The perfect shape
Shape-shifter x fem!reader || rough sex, oral sex (mentioned), size kink, knotting (mentioned)
You had been expecting your prince charming for years. And he never came. All the possible husbands your father introduced to you to were stupid or assholes, or both. And you were very tired of it.
Thatâs when it happened the first time. You got kidnapped by a sea-monster when you were on her way to visit your aunt. The creature treated you with the utmost care, and you enjoyed your time with it a lot. That first time didnât include any sex, but you had a lot of fantasies about tentacles after (and during). Your father paid the ransom and you were back home in a week.
Second time wasnât much different, but this time it was a werewolf. You liked that form. He was nice and educated, talked about literature and art, and got you so hot and bothered that you ended up masturbating in his bed. With him looking and acting like not touching you was a gentlemanâs move. You begged and moaned until his control snapped and you were knotted for the first time.
And just like that, the story repeated. You were kidnapped by a monster. You teased until the monster fucked you. And your dad paid an insane amount of money to get you back home. It was great, and more importantly, it was slowly getting money back to the people in the realm, all you wanted to achieve as a princess.
It took you five kidnappings to figure out they werenât random kidnappings and you had bad luck, nor were they a lot of different monsters. It was only one. And the thought of him fucking you in so many ways got you all kinds of excited. You thought both of you were playing a game and getting your fatherâs money out of the castle. It was a win-win situation for you.
Until he didnât come back for a long while.
You waited and waited. You put yourself in dangerâs way in the hopes that he would come back. But he remained away. You tried over and over again to get kidnapped once more, and he just⌠watched. You knew he was there. There was a feeling at the back of your head every time you turned. His eyes were always on you and you wanted to scream at the top of your lungs for him to get you again. To take you away again. To ravage you again. You were ready to beg if you had to.
But he was never good at remaining away, so when you were awakened by something crashing to the ground, your eyes found him in the barely lit room instantly. He had the shape of a demon this time, and you kind of liked it like that, his body big and red and⌠sexy.
âYou came again,â you whispered, your legs already parting in a movement you expected to be entrancing. You wanted to get fucked for goddessâ sake.
You thought he didnât fully catch your words, but he tilted his head to the side and questioned: âAgain?â
You stared at him in utter astonishment. âAm I supposed to pretend I donât know youâve been shapeshifting to kidnap me? Wasnât that like⌠a way to get us both hot and bothered? To get tons of money from my dad?â
âYou knew?!â He exclaimed, looking horrified by the idea that I knew.
You looked at him, even more confused than before. Was it a secret? âWas I not supposed to?â You questioned back, truly confused by his reaction. You thought he knew that you knew.
âYou knew all along and you still didnât say anything when I kidnapped you over and over, princess? I just wanted to find the shape you liked the most!â He seemed put aback by the realization, and you wanted to giggle.
But you didnât giggle, you stared at him dead in the eyes and released your truth. âI enjoyed that. It was fun. I really liked when you shifted into a merman and did that thing with your long tongue thatâŚâ
He cut you again. âYou knew.â He was starting to sound like a broken record.
Silence fell upon you, tense and uncomfortable, and you squirmed in bed. His eyes were over you, and you wanted more. Youâve been waiting for him to kidnap you for days. You deserved a reward for your patience. And you were going to get it. âSo⌠Are you going to fuck me in that form or am I supposed to get kidnapped once more? I mean, I donât mind it and I like that my dad has to pay every time, he should be giving more money away becauseâŚâ
His wings fluttered and he teleported on top of you. One second he was across the room, and the next he was on top of you, his wings obscuring the room while he trapped you to the mattress. âYou want to be ravished, princess?â He asked, his tone dark and rough like you liked it. You nodded, pushing your hips up until you could feel his demon dick. Mmmm⌠You liked this shape. It had ridges. âAlways so slutty for me,â he mumbled against your neck.
It took him more than half an hour to prepare you for his demon-cock, too big to fit in your human body without some prep. Not that he cared when his face was between your legs and you were holding onto his horns for dear life. You came twice against his face, much to his pride.
When he deemed you stretched and pliant enough, he positioned himself over you and buried himself to the hilt in one long thrust. You both cried at the same time, and a little voice at the back of your head wondered if other people in the castle heard you. Not that you cared when he started to move.
He fucked you with fervor, his big body moving over yours, the ridges on this demon-formâs dick driving your mind blank as you let out broken moans and whispers of more, harder, faster. He complied, like he did every single time before. His body moved like a well-oiled machine, and you could only enjoy him while he fucked you like that, carelessly and feral.
He made you come three times thanks to those ridges before he released himself inside of you, his hips jerking uncontrollably while he filled you with so much come it overflowed out of your spent pussy.
âSo⌠Whatâs the verdict? Which form do you like the most?â He half-joked when you were trying to catch your breath.
You looked up at him with amusement. âI like all of them. I like you,â you confessed. His lips parted in the biggest smile, and you knew everything would be alright.
He can shift into anything and anyone. He can shift to a butterfly in the spring sky to the man you've been obsessing over. Ever since you found out he can shift, you've taken full advantage of the ability.
Hookups between the two of you have become far more frequent. It's exciting because it's like you're with a new person each time. After the two of you watched a werewolf movie, he decided to try shifting into a wolf man.
Not quite a werewolf, but not fully human either. He had fangs, claws, and was a bit more hairy than usual. His cock was far above average, yet it lacked the werewolf knot. He has you bent over your bed on your tiptoes. His clawed fingers digging into your hips, pricking your skin.
Feeling his primal urges were far beyond a turn on. His cock from this shift his thick. Filling your needy pussy exactly how you need it. Ramming into you so hard, so deep, you feel his cock hitting your cervix.
Without warning he bites your shoulder with his fanged teeth as he nears his orgasm. Feeling him twitch inside of you, you felt his hot seed fill you. Slowly as he pulls out you can feel his body shift back to his normal self. Leaving your needy pussy dripping, you wonder what he'll shift to next time.
You're a shape shifter. But whenever you have to explain it to people you have to tell them that it doesn't work like how they'd expect it to. Just like how real necromancers can take a month to raise a single corpse, or how real divination can take hours for a sentence worth of prophecy, it takes awhile for you to change forms. The way it currently it it's about a week for a full body change, two weeks is more realistic given your needs, and mabye even three for a high quality transformation.
You're supposed to have freedom over your body, but really it's like everyone else has to have an idea as to what your body should be. People see that your body can change so they don't see it as having boundaries, they want it to change to their liking and don't care how you feel about it. Your family always wants you to look a certain way whenever you head over to see them. You had to have a perfect safe looking form when you applied for your apartment. Every time you have your ID photo taken they ask for your default form and it's complicated explaining that that's not really a thing real shape-shifters have.
Jobs are the worst. Even when you don't have a job that has anything to do with your shape-shifting, they always will have seen it on your resume and have expectations because of that. Technically it's a perk, you've gotten a lot of jobs because of that. But every employer acts like you've made a deal with them to look how they want you to look. They'll remind everyone to look as good as you possibly can for the customers and make eye contact with you when they say it. Even employers who say that they believe in your autonomy will make it clear that there's certain things you aren't allowed to do eventually. You once had two people who were above you discuss what gender you should present yourself as infront of you as if you had no say in it, and when you reminded them of your pronouns and identity they acted as if you were being selfish.
Occasionally you'll take on jobs that only shape-shifters can do. It's not what you wanted but it pays the most. And it honestly feels better to be forced into a body as part of your job description rather then by implication.
Once you were hired on by a film studio to be a lizard person in a movie. It was honestly fun at first. You're used to being forced to look more normal so it was cool to get to be something else. You enjoyed some of the attention you got walking around in the form they got you to be in, and the actors had a really nice time with you. After hiding as someone overly normal it was cool to be getting that attention. But still, you did clash with the producers a few times. The first form they designed for you wasn't possible to shape-shift into so you had to convince them to change it. After that they got mad that you gave yourself a hole to excret out of, because even though it was subtle and wouldn't be noticed you'd be naked, and it took awhile for you to explain that you needed your digestive system to terminate somewhere or you'd die, and the compromise was that it wouldn't be where it was on humans, which was inconvenient for you but at least you got paid. Still it was nice getting to have people look at you that way.
You also took on a job playing the dead child of a dementia patient so that he could spend his last days thinking they were there for him. That truly sucked because you felt the entire time like you were manipulating him, because you sort of were. You also had to be in the body of a young teen which was awful because that meant you couldn't do adult stuff without having a long explanation with someone. And everyone was so emotional but you had so little context all you really did was look at this dying man and wonder what you could or couldn't say to him.
One of your best jobs was when a wealthy young woman hired you on to turn into something frightening to guard her while she traveled through a relatively dangerous part of the world. It was fun, outside of being big and scary you had freedom with your form, and designed something that both looked cool and felt comfy. You also got to travel with her and when you weren't keeping her safe you were just kind of there on vacation as she was. And you would talk to her, and despite her fear of poor people, she would be almost like one of your freinds back at home. But sometimes she'd say something to remind you that she was paying for you to exist in a certain body, that she wasn't your friend, that she wasn't even someone who was hiring you, she was someone who rented your body, taking it away from you for as long as she needed it.
You wish you had what every non-shape-shifting person has. Something everyone thinks you're silly for wanting. You wish you could fully own and control the body you were born in. Nobody expects you to. You want so badly to experiment with your body, to experience every form you can imagine, you want so badly to have the right to what you have, as opposed to what you have being for sale to whoever may buy it.
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"You can't truly call yourself "peaceful" unless you're capable of great violence. If you're not capable of violence, you're not peaceful. You are harmless."
- Unknown (Tried too track the author of the quote without success, let me know if you know them.)
Revna in his raven form, and the peopleâs beloved husband.
