Aww! This ask is so cute! I’m going to make this extra fluffy.
Pickle x Reader
Warnings: Reader is strong enough where pickle can see her as a threat, Fluff, She/her pronouns, kinda short
Y/n was excited to see Pickle, she’s heard so many things about him. Even though she was a fighter, and a strong one at that she didn’t really want to fight him unlike the other guys.
Stepping into the arena the bright lights were the first thing y/n saw. Unbeknownst to her Pickles head perked up, his body tensing up, sensing a threat. But you were so small…Why was his body telling him to attack? Pickles senses never failed him in the wild, so he’d listen to them.
Standing up, Pickle growled at Y/n. She was standing in front of him, though her arms wouldn’t be able to touch him, his arm’s definitely could. Y/n looked up at him, studying his features. He was pretty in an almost feminine way, but still had masculine body features. It wasn’t uncommon but it was a nice sight to see.
Pickle bared his teeth at her, bringing his arm up to strike. He’d take her out with one blow. At least, that was the plan. Just as he brought his arm up, his sharp claws narrowly missed her as she stepped closer.
Pickles eyes widened, stepping back but he bumped into the cement wall behind him. “You’re just adorable!” Y/n squealed as she wrapped her arms around his waist, squeezing him tightly. Cuteness aggression coming over her.
Pickle looked down at Y/n confused. She was showing good things, she was hugging him. So why did he feel the need to attack? Suddenly he thought of something. What if you were trying to protect him from the other small people? Did you think they were going to steal him away?
As y/n hugged him tightly he came up with a final decision. You wanted to be his mate, you seemed threatening because you wanted to mark him. Y/n gasped as Pickle hooked his arms around her waist, holding her as if she were a doll and sitting crisscrossed. His chest rumbled as he purred.
You’d be his mate, he’d court you with all the beautiful rocks he could find. You’d only have the prettiest rocks there were. And then you might let him mark you first! Pickle looked around as he held you close. There weren’t any pretty rocks here. But that’s okay! The next contestant that comes here he’ll give you their leg. Maybe you’d like that.