#quest tober

[thereaderinsertlady]

jevil x reader x dimentio? i can only imagine having to put both on child leashes to contain the chaos.. or bribe them with smooches.

We loove jesters in this household. Here's the link on ao3, and I hope you enjoy!

Jevil x Reader x Dimentio - Managed Chaos

Both of the jesters were getting on your nerves today.

One of them– the impish one with a tail, was currently eating your cereal that you just poured out for yourself not even ten seconds ago, and the other one– a manipulative little twink, was trying to get you to buy him an expensive set of playing cards he found in some magazine. 

“No,” you told Dimentio firmly. “I don’t care that they’re made of metal– it’s sixty whole coins! And you–” you pointed at Jevil. “Quit eating my cereal!”

Jevil’s tail swayed back and forth as he sat on the kitchen’s countertop, spoon in his mouth. He gave you a smile before responding with his mouth full of cereal. “I can do anyf’ing, anything!”

“Not in this house you ain’t,” you hissed, throwing a balled-up paper towel at him. “Go get your own cereal! You don’t even like that kind! And– And quit talking with your mouth full!”

“I do’t care ah-t all, at all!” His tail swayed more, as if he was proud of himself. 

You eyed him. “You’ll care when I shove my foot up your ass,” you grumbled, shuffling over to the fridge and opening it, no longer wanting cereal.

…Dimentio slooowly peered over your shoulder. “So like a bee ready to strike, are you sure you don’t want to get me that card set?”

“I’m sure,” you huffed. “And I thought you were going to meet with that little gumball guy?”

“Marx?” Dimentio pouted. “We-ell, he’s in jail.”

“...Jail?” You looked over your shoulder to stare at him. “Why?”

“Ooh, well, you knooow,” he waved a casual hand. “Trying to kill people, as per usual.”

You rolled your eyes, eventually closing the fridge. No breakfast for you. “You should find better friends.”

He giggled, leaning in to smooch your cheek. “Why find ‘better’ friends when I have yooou, my dear?”

“And muh-e!” Jevil chimed with a mouth full of food.

“...And you,” he pouted again, briefly eyeing him.

You rubbed your face tiredly. “Let’s go to the store in a bit. I need to lay down for a minute,” you said, going over to the living room to flop down onto the couch tiredly. You really needed a nap of some kind…

After a solid minute, you felt a certain impish jester crawl onto your back, laying on top of you as if he was a plank of wood. 

“Jevil,” you mumbled, your voice coming out muffled. “Whatchu doin’...?”

“Sleeping, sleeping.”

“Mkay.”

After a bit longer, a blanket was laid atop of both you and Jevil, a figure sitting on the arm rest. “I shall watch over you two,” Dimentio said with a smile.

“How come you always watch me sleep?” You asked, keeping your face pressed against the couch.

“To make sure you’re safe, of course! Jevil does it too.”

“I do, I do!”

You rolled your eyes, though couldn’t help but smile a little. Letting your eyes close, you got comfortable to the best of your ability, slowly drifting off into dreamland.

[thereaderinsertlady]

hii could u please write a bill cipher x afab reader nsfw fic where the reader summons him and he’s like degrading and sadistic ?? thank you!

Yeah, I'd love to write this for you! Though, I ended up taking it a bit of a different way lol. Still, here's the link on ao3, and I hope you enjoy!!

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Bill Cipher x Reader - An Organic Deal (Smut!)

You’ve made an awful mistake.  

Beforehand, all you wanted to do is find a way to pass your organic chemistry exam, just about willing to do anything to at least pass. At the time, you didn’t care if you had to sell your own soul! 

...But now, as you stared at the triangle demon in front of you, your mind came up blank for an acceptable deal. 

“Now, now,” the demon— Bill Cipher, he called himself— said, holding his hands up, “I’m sure we can come up with some agreement for a pathetic thing like yourself. You wanna pass that exam, don’tcha?” 

“Again, can’t I just... give you my soul and call it a day?” You asked weakly. Your roommate should be coming back into the apartment in the morning, so you had to hurry things along. 

“What if I don’t want your soul, hmm?” His eye turned upwards into a smile. “What if I want something... different?” 

“...Like what?” You asked, letting out a breath. “Name it, and I’ll... do it, I guess, even if it’s something... sexual.” 

Bill giggled at that, pressing a hand to his face. “Oh, you’re just so naughty. You’d like for it to be something sexual, wouldn’t you? Hmm?” 

“I-I...” You swallowed thickly, trying not to blush. “I... wouldn’t mind if it was something sexual?” 

He hummed sweetly at that, moving closer to you while eyeing your body. “Hm... How would you like to be filled up with some eggs?” 

“...Eggs?” You gave him a blank stare.  

“Yeah! They’re these little round orbs that go inside ya! Don’t that sound fun? They’re not any typical eggs you’ve seen before, neither! Though, they ain’t fertile either.” 

You... softly groaned to yourself, covering your face... “Okay,” you said quietly, “I’ll let you put these... eggs in me, if you help me pass my organic chem exam.” 

He held his hand out— which was on fire for some reason, and his eye seemed to grin at you. “Is that a deal?” 

You nodded, reaching over to shake his hand. “It’s a deal.” 

Bill laughed, and with the snap of his fingers, your clothes were gone. You flushed at being completely naked in front of some guy that you just met ten minutes ago. “Such a whore,” he cooed, floating over to hold your face. “Isn’t that what you are? Hm? A whore?” 

“I... I’ve never done anything like this before,” you muttered, glancing off to the side as your face heated up more. Though, you paused when a slimy something wrapped around your leg, causing you to glance downwards— and grimace. “Is... Is that a... um... tentacle?” You asked, staring at the black, slimy appendage that was seemingly coming from the ground. 

“Why yes, it is! You didn’t think I’d be fuckin’ ya a different way, did ya? Oh, you’re just so filthy!” He cooed.  

The singular tentacle continued to wrap up your leg, causing you to gulp nervously. “Th-This isn’t going to hurt... is it?” 

Bill Cipher merely grinned with his eye. “I’ll let you decide that, sweet cheeks!” 

You bit down on your bottom lip harshly, feeling the tip of the tentacle poke around your entrance. It pressed against your clit for a moment, eliciting a pleasurable whine from you.  

While the tentacle kept just outside your pussy, Bill went over to sit on the couch, watching you whimper and moan to the tentacle's touches. He seemed amused, which you weren’t sure if that was a good or bad sign. 

“M-Mh...” You squeezed your eyes shut. “H-How many eggs is this thing gonna put in— oh!” You gasped when the tentacle suddenly thrusted straight up into your pussy, causing your legs to go weak. “Oooh...” It slowly thrusted in and out of your hole, loosening up your inner walls. 

“You say you haven’t done this before,” Bill hummed, “But you seem to be adjusting to the tentacle quickly... I’d say that you’re most CERTAINLY a whore.” 

“I, I’m not...” You practically drooled as the tentacle fucked you harder, causing your legs to tremble. You flushed brightly, knowing that Bill was watching you lose your mind.  

“Your reaction says otherwise,” Bill cooed, settling back in the couch. 

You whimpered, and was about to say something— but gasped sharply when the tentacle wormed its way past your cervix, continuing to lightly fuck you to soften up the entrance to your womb.  

Bill laughed at your expression. “Oh, I’m so glad I made this deal wit’ ya! You look just so pathetic right now!” 

You opened your mouth to say something, buuut ended up simply leaving your mouth open, feeling something press against your pussy. You briefly glanced downwards, seeing several round little orbs make their way up the tentacle. “U-Um!” 

“Surprised?” He said, mocking you, “I thought a whore like yourself could handle a few dozen eggs!” 

“A-A few dozen,” you said weakly, becoming a little pale— but moaned when the first orb pushed past your pussy, carefully moving up to your womb. It slid past your cervix with ease, and the tip of the tentacle opened up, depositing the first egg of many into your soft womb. A hot whine escaped you. 

Bill Cipher seemed amused, watching as your eyes widened more as another egg slipped into your awaiting pussy. Thankfully, the eggs weren’t too large— maybe a little under the size of a baseball. They were big, but not terribly so. And, the tentacle’s slime must’ve made your walls a little numb, since it didn’t hurt that much. 

Your legs trembled even more as more eggs were pumped into you, but Bill didn’t seem keen on moving anytime soon. 

“Well,” he pretended to yawn, “Ya better get comfortable, whore, because we ain’t goin’ anywhere anytime soon! But I betcha would like that, wouldn’t you?” 

You let out a shaky breath in response, feeling your inner walls stretch to adjust to the eggs. There was around four in you now, leaving you feeling oddly full, but... when you glanced down, you saw that there were plenty more eggs ready to be placed inside you.  

You closed your eyes and steadied yourself against the nearest wall, preparing yourself for a looong night... 

[thereaderinsertlady]

🎃 meta knight x reader nsfw, get creative 😳😳😳

Ofc!! I ceeertainly did get creative lmao. No inherent smut, but is somewhat implied! Also also, the spelling mistakes in the text messages are all on purpose! Here's the link on ao3, and I hope you enjoy!

Meta Knight x Reader - Can't Sleep? (Semi-NSFW)

It was incredibly late at night.

And you still couldn’t sleep.

You glared at the ceiling of your bedroom, finished with shifting around to find new ways to become more comfortable. No matter what you did, you just couldn’t go to sleep. And it was annoying the fuck out of you.

“Ugh…” You rubbed your face, leaning over to grab your phone to squint at the time. It was three in the morning. “Lovely…”

After a moment, you opened up the messaging app, staring blankly at it. You were bored, and likely weren’t going to go to sleep… Would anyone else be awake right now? Would your boyfriend be awake?

You slightly giggled to yourself while beginning to write a message to him, half delirious from sleep deprivation.

You: Hey, are you awake?

You stared at the screen… and stared… and stared… before eventually pouting. Oookay, it seems like Meta Knight was not awake.

Clicking off the messaging app, you instead went to play a mobile game to busy your mind, having nothing better to do.

As you immersed yourself in the mobile game, the minutes seemed to drag on. The glow from the screen illuminated your face, casting a bluish tint across the room. Your mind was still buzzing, refusing to succumb to the beckoning of sleep.

Just as you were engrossed in a particularly challenging part of the game, a soft chime signaled an incoming message. Startled, you quickly switched back to the messaging app to see who had messaged you.

Knighty-Knight: Can’t sleep?

You groaned, looking at the nickname you had set for him– and totally didn’t forget you had put him as that. You took a moment to respond, not bothering to put apostrophes or periods at the end of the message. Auto correct can be annoying, so you turned it off for the messaging app.

You: Nooo, I couldnt and I dont know why either. I had a busy day. I did stuffs. All things considered I should be tired

You: Also, what took you forever to respond?

Knighty-Knight: I was doing something. And, perhaps you need to wear yourself some other way.

You: busy doin what.? Playing with yourself?

When it took him a while to respond, you giggled to yourself. 

You: You usually aren’t up this laaate

Knighty-Knight: I was fixing up my armor. 

You: why Did it need fixing up

Knighty-Knight: Sparring got a little too intense and ran later than it usually does.

You lowered your bottom lip, feeling bad for Kirby. The poor boy needed some rest– Meta Knight has been running him dry lately.

You: You need to take that boy to an ice cream parlur 

You: parlor? However its spelt

Knighty-Knight: Parlor. 

As you continued your conversation with Meta Knight, the late-night banter brought a playful element to your otherwise sleep-deprived state. Despite your exhaustion, you couldn't help but smile at his responses.

Knighty-Knight: You really need to sleep. 

You: i caaant. I really cant. It

You: oops sent that early- it sucks that i cant go to sleep like a normal person.

Knighty-Knight: It’s four in the morning. I’ve been talking with you for nearly an hour. We need to find a way to get you to go to sleep.

You: Aren’t you sleeby? Dont you have to wake up at like five?

Knighty-Knight: Yes & yes.

You made a face, feeling guilty for making him stay up like this. If you had known that he was getting ready to rest for the night, you wouldn’t have messaged him.

You: Go beeeed. I shouldn't have texted you

Knighty-Knight: I was waiting for you to use an apostrophe. 

Knighty-Knight: …But, I was having sleeping difficulties too. I’m so tired, but I can't sleep. Besides, you didn’t bother me any. I was finishing patching up my armor.

You: Maybe there’s something we both can do to wear ourselves out?

You stared at the wall thoughtfully, wondering what you and him could do while so far away. You doubted he’d come over to your place when it’s so late and cold outside…

Knighty-Knight: Did you have anything in mind?

You: uhhh

You: sexting

Knighty-Knight: You’re horny right now?

…Slowly, you pouted deeply, now embarrassed. 

You: Well i coould be horny if we seeexted

Knighty-Knight: How

Knighty-Knight: How does one sext?

You made a high-pitched noise, squirming around like a worm while a deep sense of embarrassment pierced your soul. After a second longer you took in a breath, steadying your mental fortitude. 

You: Ooh you’re so sexy and i bet you have a fat cock

You stared at the message before whining. “Oh my gooosh I– I’m never going to look him in the eyes ever again.”

He took a long while to respond, the three dots disappearing and reappearing every so often. Eventually, he sent a text back.

Knighty-Knight: You’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. If I could, I’d meet you a thousand times over just so we can make new memories.

“Aww.” You lowered your bottom lip, rereading his message a few times. It wasn’t really sexting, but it was very thoughtful. Though, when you glanced back up at your message, you busted out laughing. Oh, you had such a way with words at four in the morning.

You: I love you too. 

There was a long pause– to the point where you thought he had finally gone asleep. Though, after a while longer, the three dots showed up at the bottom once more.

Knighty-Knight: What’s the point of sexting?

You: To… get horny and masturbate ig

Knighty-Knight: I was supposed to be masturbating this entire time?? Were you masturbating?

Laughter bubbled up in your throat once again. You’ve only had sex with Meta Knight once or twice, but he was always such a bean when it came to things of that manner. 

You: Noo, I was am not masturbating 

You smiled, rereading the last few messages and feeling relatively light and happy. 

You: I dont think this sexting this is gunna work. Ik you gotta get up early but do you wanna come over and help me go to sleep?

There was a long bout of silence in the textual conversation, and you began to get slightly nervous and guilty. Maaaybe you shouldn’t have asked that of him. And, it sounded just a little sexual– you highly doubted he wanted to have sex with you, then go straight to work right after since it would be right about five in the morning by that point.

Just as you were about to text him back, he responded.

Knighty-Knight: Of course. Give me ten minutes.

[thereaderinsertlady]

hey! can I do a quest-tober slot about geno from smrpg? the remake is close to its release and I would love more of your work with him <3 🎃

Hello! &ofc! :3 a bit short buuut don't get me wrong, I love-love-looove this little man. Here's the link on ao3 and I hope you enjoy!

Geno x Reader - Homesick?

“You know,” Geno, your sort-of boyfriend, began, “Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I didn’t retain this form.”

You and him were laid atop a red and white squared blanket, looking up at the stars hanging in the sky.

You looked over to him, blinking at the question. His usual lively eyes were pensive, and you could sense a touch of melancholy in his voice. “What do you mean?”

“Well…” His shoulders sank. “I was never supposed to stay here. After Smithy was handled, I was supposed to go straight back to the place I came from.”

You studied his expression. For a wooden doll, he was pretty expressive. “Well…” You offered a weak smile. “I’m glad you had the ability to stay, Geno. Seems like someone’s wish got to the stars up there and let you be down here for as long as you want.”

“...If I did go back up there, do you think they’d… accept me?” His mouth shifted into a frown. “We’re not… really supposed to be down here like this. And, if I did go up there, would they… let me back down here?”

You chewed your bottom lip. “I’m sure they would,” you told him softly, trying to ease his worries. “I know you must be homesick… But in the meantime, why don’t you eat a sandwich? I haven’t seen you eat… anything, really.”

…Geno slowly squinted at you. “What?”

“Eat a sandwich.” You pointed at the wicker basket. “There’s plenty in there.”

“I.” Geno’s mouth became a flat line. “I cannot eat. Did. Did you not know this?”

You stared back at him before becoming incredibly embarrassed. “I-I didn’t! I never knew you couldn’t eat normal food!”

Despite the previous conversation topic, he gave you a small laugh. “Well, now you know.”

The air settled into a soothing silence, not feeling awkward at all. 

The revelation about Geno's inability to eat normal food was unexpected, sure, but it didn't change the comfort and closeness between you two. Instead, it became another small piece of the intricate puzzle that was Geno. Though, now you just need to find a way to make him less homesick… 

[thereaderinsertlady]

🎃👻🍬 helo it is meee the melvinborg freak :333

Y'know those sexy school costumes where it's like, a really short skirt n shit? Well i wanna flip that. Sexy TEACHER outfit. The reader wears THAT and surprises borg with it. Like he comes home from a stressful day at work and the reader is wearing one of his lab coats over the costume (because 1. dramatic effect, 2. those outfits be COLD AS HELL reader need warmth, and 3. Melvinborg surely owns a labcoat yk) so he doesn't know theyre wearing it. The reader helps him relax, lets him sit on the couch or something, then they start talking about Halloween. Then they bring up costumes and BAM the lab coat comes off and the reader is revealed to be wearing sexy teacher outfit because knowledge is sexy as fuck yk yk. And uhhhh borg loses his mind. He just looks them up and down before dragging them to the bedroom (he has strong cyborg hand,, can throw reader over him shoulder very easy and carry them). And ykkkk he had a stressful day sooo blowing off steam may do him some good yk yk yk (sex he wants SE—)

Sorry 4 writing so so much I got carried away :333

I love cyborg coc— 💥

Hello,, my lovely dkmunrjfhjeri i love your littel brain xd. Also toootally didn't do this a day late lmao. Here's the link on ao3, and I hope you enjoy!

Melvinborg x Reader - Tiresome Day (Semi-NSFW)

It’s been a long day for Melvin– you could immediately tell as soon as he walked in through the front door. His weary footsteps echoed through the hallway, each one a testament to the day he had endured. When he stepped into the living room, you saw that his shoulders were slumped under the weight of fatigue, and his normally vibrant eyes were now dull and heavy.

You gave him a weak smile from your spot on the couch. “Hey darling. Tired?”

He released a deep sigh, opening his mouth to speak… only to squint at you when he saw what you were wearing. “Is that… one of my spare lab coats?”

“Is it?” You looked down at yourself, playing coy. “I really hadn’t noticed.”

Melvin rolled his eyes– in which you only now noticed that his robotic one seemed much duller than usual. “Sure you haven’t, you… unbaked poptart…” He flopped down onto the couch next to you.

"Unbaked poptart, huh? I think that's a new one," you teased, nudging him gently. When he didn’t respond, your hands migrated to his shoulders. “Though, it is a bit cold in here.”

He relaxed to your touched, letting you do as you pleased. “Is that why you’ve stolen my lab coat?” 

You chuckled softly, continuing to knead his shoulders. It felt weird trying to massage metal, but he seemed to enjoy it so you chose to keep going. "Well, you know, your lab coat has this certain... warmth to it. Plus, it makes me feel a little closer to you when you're away."

Melvin leaned into your touch, a faint smile playing on his lips as the tension melted away from his shoulders. "Fair enough. Just don't get any strange ideas about conducting experiments of your own."

“I make no promises.”

The next ten minutes continued in a similar manner, with him making mild comments and with you making him comfortable. As you worked on his back, you could sense the stress slowly dissipating. Melvin seemed to be gradually unwinding, the weariness of the day fading into the background.

Eventually, he let out a long, contented sigh. "You have magic hands, you know that?"

You grinned, giving his shoulders a final squeeze before leaning in to kiss his cheek. "Years of practice. It's all in the technique."

“Technique?” He snorted. “If you say so, my lovely. I guess all these years of shoulder and back rubbing is starting to pay off.”

You hummed thoughtfully in response, looking down at yourself… “Say,” you began randomly, “What do you want to be for Halloween?”

“You want me to dress up for Halloween again?” 

You nodded, mischief dancing in your eyes. "Of course! It's a tradition, isn't it? Last year's intergalactic explorers costume was a hit at the workplace. I think this year we should do something even more… exciting.”

Melvin took a moment to respond, thinking. “Well… we could do couples costumes. Something that’s different from one another, but has the general theme.”

“Well… what if I already have a costume picked out?” You said, trying not to smirk.

He looked down at you. “And what did you…” He trailed off, seeing that you had slid off his lab coat, revealing the outfit underneath.

You were wearing a sexy teacher’s outfit, showing a decent amount of skin. After a moment, you spread open your legs. “Do you like my outfit?” You fluttered your lashes at him. 

“I… love your outfit,” he said slowly, his hands going to your hips. 

“Do you?” You shifted around to where you were facing him. “Can you show me how much you love my outfit?”

The robotic half of himself made a soft whirring sound, slowly rubbing up and down your sides. “Were you… just sitting here, waiting for me to come home?”

“...Yes.” You gave him a slight giggle. “Yes, I suppose I was…”

His robotic hand went under your shirt, sending a slight chill up your spine. He was either extremely hot or extremely cold to the touch– no inbetween. Though, it was easy to warm him up…

“Tuh-Take off my shirt for me?” You whispered.

His hands went to your front, slowly unbuttoning your shirt for you. You were pretty sure he was purposely going slow. 

Once he had unbuttoned the shirt completely he tossed it to the side, completely focusing on you.

“How far do you want to take this?” He asked, keeping his hands away just for the moment.

“However far you want to go right now.” You leaned in to kiss his cheek. “I know you’ve got to be tired, so you can do whatever you like.”

Melvin hummed in response, nuzzling your neck. “I can do whatever I like?” 

“Anything.”

A smirk slowly rose up across his features, rubbing his hands up and down your sides once again. He placed kisses along your neck, though occasionally nibbled and sucked your flesh, creating bright hickeys you’ll have to hide later.

You released soft noises, combing your fingers through his vibrant orange hair. You highly doubted your neighbors could hear your moans… but you were never certain if they could or not. Maybe they could hear you– maybe that’s why they never seem to be around outdoors. You didn’t know. And, you sooort of didn’t care, either.

“Melvin,” you mumbled, relaxing against him. 

He went further down, nibbling at your collarbone and shoulders. His mouth had a strange texture, being half metal and half normal, but it was very easy to get used to. 

After a while, he glanced back up at you. “Should we… move elsewhere?”

You paused, glancing around the living room. There were two windows, though it had curtains covering them…

“Let’s go to our bedroom,” you told him. 

You were about to stand up– but before you could, he picked you up as if you were a petite little princess, holding you carefully in his– somewhat– strong arms.

“Melvin!” Your face warmed, causing him to laugh. 

After adjusting his grip on you, he began to walk in the direction of the shared bedroom…

[thereaderinsertlady]

a request is for the 'Quest-Tober 'event! can I get a Gaster (undertale) x Male reader NSFW? (Fluff is fine too!) no specific prompt apart from Gaster using his ability to summon multiple hands

Ended up going with a NSFW/Fluff mix :3. Also, I wrote this with male anatomy in mind, buuut ended up making it to where the reader can be any gender lmao. Here's the link on ao3, and I hope you enjoy!

W.D. Gaster x Reader - Maybe. Maybe Not. (Semi-NSFW)

There has been so much sexual tension between you and the lead scientist of Monster’s Discoveries– or, the company that’s known as MD for short. It was a very… on the nose name, but that’s what happens when the King of Monsters starts naming things. 

Monsters have been above ground for nearly twenty years, though the lead scientist only showed up on year ten, only making him more mysterious and sexy. Why didn’t he come out with the rest of the monsters? What made him different?

Rumors circulated about the scientist being a confidant of the King, entrusted with secrets and knowledge that set him apart from the other monsters. Some even speculated that he possessed a special ability or insight that made him distinct within the monster community… but that was just from what you’ve heard. You weren’t sure if any of that was true.

You rubbed at your eyes with a sigh, the coffee pot making a bubbly noise as the water boiled. It was a bit late at night in the break room… well, a bit late was an understatement. It was about an hour before the sun would come up again.

The break room was bathed in a soft, fluorescent glow, casting long shadows on the worn linoleum floor. The hum of the electronics in the building provided a soothing backdrop to your thoughts… though, there was a distinct lack of cameras in the breakroom. Last week, you had your sandwich stolen, but alas, nobody from the security department could figure it out.

After a while, you went over and settled into one of the plastic chairs, staring at the floor. The tension between you and the lead scientist had been palpable since the day he arrived. His presence seemed to loom over every interaction, leaving you with a sense of anticipation… though, nothing seemed to come out of any of the conversations, leaving you wanting.

As you sat in the break room, lost in your own mind, the door creaked open, causing you to startle. In walked a figure, tall and imposing, with an air of calculated confidence. It was none other than the lead scientist himself, W.D. Gaster.

He had an aura of enigma about him, his features sharp and his gaze piercing. His attire was always immaculate, a stark contrast to the dreary surroundings of the break room. Gaster's presence seemed to command attention, and the room seemed to grow even quieter as he entered.

"Good morning," he greeted, his voice low and measured, though there was an underlying intensity to it. He moved with a deliberate grace, heading towards the medium sized fridge in the corner of the room.

“Um.” You cleared your throat before politely responding. “Good morning Doctor Gaster. Busy night?”

Even though shifts almost always end at five thirty pm, you, him, and a few others usually spend the night getting things done. Overtime pays well, so it was hard not to spend the night.

“Busy as always.”

For a moment, there was a palpable tension in the air, as if the room itself held its breath in Gaster's presence. It was clear that he was aware of the effect he had on those around him.

“Neeeeed… any help with anything?” You asked, trying not to stare at his bony ass. It was a little hard to– with his lab coat and everything, but you still couldn’t help but look intensely irregardless.

“Do you think I need assistance?” To others his words might’ve seemed cold, but you knew he was fucking with you. “Do you think of me as some incompetent soul?”

“Maybe.” You smirked. “Maybe I do, just a little bit.”

Gaster's response was a low chuckle that seemed to reverberate through the room, taking out a tupperware before shutting the fridge. He went over to the microwave– a poor, beaten up appliance– before putting it in and setting it to run for a few minutes.

He went over and sat in the chair next to you, releasing a deep groan that made you want to immediately suck whatever body part he had between his legs.

You cleared your throat. "How are things going with the latest project?"

"It's been tiresome," he murmured, before proceeding to go into a lengthy explanation about what he has been doing for the past few months. Something about dimension hopping? It wasn't something you were working on, so it was a bit hard to follow– especially when he went into the math part of all of it.

The coffee pot shut off, letting you know that it was done. 

Though before you could get up, Gaster flicked his wrist, summoning up an extra set of hands and pouring a mug before setting the cup in front of you.

You gave him a thankful smile, taking a long sip. Your tastebuds were so melted and disintegrated from years of abuse, that it was easy to ignore the bitter taste of straight black coffee.

"Well, that sounds complicated." You were going to say more, but the microwave beeped.

He sighed, not getting up quite yet. He used the same set of extra hands, opening up the microwave and letting the steam out.

"Are you going to eat in here?" You asked.

"I… should return to my work," he said simply.

"Should," you repeated, slightly leaning back in your chair whilst spreading your legs.

…Gaster didn't move from his chair.

You offered a smile, trying to ignore how aroused you were. Was this going to be it? Were you finally going to have sex with him? There's no cameras in the break room. It would be so easy to have sex with him.

"...I really should," he sighed, shifting in his chair. "I need to get some things done."

You paused before pouting, realizing that you were a bit too… horny, to think straight. "Let me work with you," you told him. "It'll speed things up."

"Don't you have your own tasks to complete?"

You waved a dismissive hand. "I'm not on a strict deadline. It's fine."

Gaster gave you a long look, seeming to be thinking… before slumping his shoulders, relaxing. "Very well then. Come with me."

You tried not to seem excited, getting up from the chair and heading out into the hall. Maybe you would have sex with him in the end– it all depended if you could get him in the right mood…

[thereaderinsertlady]

Request Vivian x Reader head canons!

Iiii figure this is for the quest-tober since this was sent in directly after I posted the event! Anyways, ended up making this into a little date fic. Here's the link on ao3, and I hope you enjoy!

Vivian x Reader - First Date

Vivian had always been a bit on the shy side. She was used to lurking in the background, occasionally helping Mario on his adventures from the shadows. However, today was different. Today, she was stepping into the spotlight for a special occasion– a date with you, who had been by her side even after the whole Shadow Queen incident.

The setting sun bathed Glitzville in a warm, golden glow as Vivian waited nervously at the rendezvous point, outside of a quaint little café nestled in the heart of the bustling city. She fidgeted with her purple scarf, wondering if she looked presentable enough. Her shadowy features, normally hidden beneath her hat, were now fully exposed. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and anxiety.

Just as she was beginning to think she had been stood up, you appeared around the corner, glancing around before settling your gaze on her. Vivian's heart skipped a beat as you approached, a warm smile on your face. You wore a smart outfit, a nod to the grandeur of Glitzville, yet still casual enough for a cozy evening.

"Hey, Vivian," you said with a smile, your voice smooth as butter. "You look absolutely stunning– as per usual." 

Vivian blushed, her cheeks glowing with a faint, rosy hue. You’d compliment her often, being flirtatious, but your words felt… different today. "Thank you," she stammered, her voice soft. "You look… really nice too."

“I appreciate that,” you smiled. After a moment, you pulled the door to the café open. “Shall we?”

As you both settled into your seats at a corner table by the window, the café's cozy ambiance enveloped the air. Soft jazz music played in the background, creating an intimate atmosphere that seemed to cocoon the two of you from the bustling world outside.

“You know,” you began, browsing through the menu. “I don’t think we’ve ever done anything like this before.”

She blinked. “What do you mean?”

“Going to a little café like this,” you clarified. “I mean, we’ve been to a few parties, celebrations, and restaurants with friends, but nothing like this.”

Vivian hummed in response, peering through her menu. “I suppose you’re right… Do you… enjoy, being with me like this, without our friends?”

You offered a soft smile. “Of course I do. I enjoy talking with you, Vivian, and… being around you in general, too.” You glanced up from your menu. “What are you going to get?”

She was a little startled by your change in topics, still stuck on the first thing you said. “Uhm. I dunno…” She inspected it closely. “Um… there’s a lot of unique words up here… like… um… esc…ar…got?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at  her pronunciation. “Escargot?”

She smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, that one… What even is a escar…got?”

“Snails. I think they’re boiled.”

“Snails?!” Vivian seemed horrified. “And they’re boiled? Alive?!”

You snickered. “Maybe– I’m not sure how they prepare them.”

Vivian's eyes widened in disbelief. "Oh, I don't think I can handle snails, boiled or otherwise. Um… Let's see... how about we go for something a bit less adventurous?"

You browsed the menu. “Hm… do you know what a croissant is?”

“Fancy bread, right?”

“Sure,” you said, amused. “It says it’s paired with honey-pumpkin butter.”

“I’ll have that then,” she said while putting down her menu. “Do you know what you’re getting?”

You nodded, putting your menu with hers. 

After placing your orders with the server, you settled back into your chairs, the conversation flowing effortlessly. You talked about your past adventures together, reminiscing about the thrilling battles and heartwarming moments. Vivian shared stories of her time with the Shadow Sirens and how meeting Mario had changed her life.

"You know," you mused, "I've always admired your abilities. You’re so… skilled, with what you do and how you handle things. Makes me jealous,” you joked. 

Vivian's cheeks flushed with pride. "Thank you. It's… something I've always been grateful for. It's... nice to hear that you appreciate it too."

The conversation continued, touching on favorite places in the Mushroom Kingdom, dreams for the future, and even the occasional silly joke. Time seemed to fly by, and before you knew it, the waiter was setting items on the table. 

“Oooh… that looks so good,” she practically drooled, poking at her croissant. 

You hummed in response, quickly eating some of your food. 

As you both indulged in your meals, the conversation never waned. Vivian's initial nervousness had given way to a comfortable camaraderie. 

The cozy atmosphere of the café seemed to wrap around you like a warm blanket, making this date feel like a cherished memory in the making. To Vivian, this whole date seemed like it was straight out of a movie. 

When the bill came, you immediately placed the correct amount of coins onto the table along with a decent tip. 

“Hey, I was gunna pay,” Vivian told you with a pout. 

“Not anymore.” You offered her a smirk. “And I’m paying the next time, too.”

“But, but…” Vivian whined. “I can’t just let you pay all the time. I feel like I’m mooching off of you!”

You laughed, standing up from your chair. “Fine, fine… I’ll let you pay next time, if you’re so concerned about it.”

Vivian's expression shifted from a blank stare to relief, and then back to a playful pout. "You better hold onto that promise, or I might just have to sneakily pay without you noticing."

She laughed with you that time, stepping out of the café with you…

“...So, are we heading back to our respective homes?” You asked.

“......Well…” She seemed very meek, looking down at the ground. It was getting a little dark outside, the sun barely peeking over the horizon and the street lights coming on. “I don’t want our date to end…”

You made a thoughtful noise, humming thoughtfully. After a moment you smirked. “You could always come to my place for the night,” you said smoothly. “It’ll be safer walking back to your place alone.”

“Are you sure it’ll be alright?” Vivian asked softly. “I wouldn’t want to intrude…”

“I’d love to have you over,” you told her gently, reaching over and holding her hand. “I don’t want this date to end either…”

Vivian sucked in a steadying breath. “Okay… I’ll…” Her face warmed more, lowering her head. “I’ll go back to your place.”

With Vivian's decision made, the two of you left the cozy café behind and headed towards your abode…

[thereaderinsertlady]

Umm, I got a request for Questtober...

Maybe a readerxKing K. Rool (It's been too long since I've seen you do him!!!) where K. Rool shows off to reader that he's brave or something... 👻

:0 incredibly true- it has been a while since I've done anything for him! Here's the link on ao3, and I hope you enjoy this short fic!

King K. Rool x Reader - The Great Evil

There’s a bug.

It wasn’t abnormal for there to be bugs in the castle, but this situation was different– there was a bug. In your room. On your bed. 

And maybe you wouldn’t normally freak out about some bug that can be easily squished, but it was big and mean looking.

You eyed the unwelcome visitor with a mix of disgust and trepidation. It wasn't just any bug; it was a formidable opponent in the world of creepy crawlies. Its presence on your bed was an affront to your sense of personal space and sanity. 

Before it made its appearance, your day was completely normal. You had finished everything you needed to get done in a timely manner, and you had nothing better to do with your time. However, when you came to your room to relax, you quickly spotted the menace. 

Taking a deep breath, you reminded yourself that you were bigger and smarter than this bug. You could handle it. You grabbed a tissue from the nearby nightstand, your fingers trembling slightly. Slowly and cautiously, you approached the intruder.

As you got closer, you could see the details of its menacing form– sharp, angular mandibles, bristling legs, and a glossy exoskeleton that seemed impenetrable. It twitched slightly, as if sensing your approach.

“Don’t you do it,” you hissed at the thing, wishing it would erase itself from existence. You weren’t even sure what it was. It could be a roach. It could be an alien from a different world. You didn’t know. 

Summoning all your courage, you positioned the tissue with precision, ready to strike. The bug remained still, perhaps unaware of the impending threat.

With a swift, determined motion, you moved to squish it–

Only for it to fly.

You screamed, stumbling a few steps back as it became airborne. It buzzed loudly, as if it was angry, before settling on the wall nearby.

“What the hell is going on in here?” King K. Rool stepped into the room, seeming annoyed. He has been in a bad mood all day– which is mainly why you haven’t gotten him to handle the intruder. 

“There’s a bug,” you whined, pointing towards it.

…He squinted at you like you were stupid, his short tail swaying. “A bug.”

“...Yes…”

King K. Rool raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by the gravity of the situation. “Deal with it yourself,” he grumbled, turning to leave.

You couldn't believe it. Here you were, facing a monstrous bug on your own, and the King couldn't be bothered. “Please help me kill it,” you begged. “I seriously can’t do it on my own.”

“You’re gunna let a bug beat you?”

You gave him your strongest set of puppy eyes. “Pretty please?”

…He eventually groaned, walking past you before promptly grabbing the bug with his bare claws, and. Eating it. Whole.

You stared in disbelief, unsure if what you saw was real. 

“There. Gone. No more bug.” He rolled his good eye. 

You blinked, still trying to process what had just happened. King K. Rool had disposed of the bug in the most unexpected and, frankly, unsettling way possible.

"Uh... thank you," you managed to stammer out, both amazed and disturbed.

He gave a gruff nod, seemingly unphased by the whole ordeal. "Don't make a big deal out of it. Bugs are nothing."

You couldn't help but shudder at the nonchalant manner in which he handled the situation. “Suuure, if you’re so sure. Um.” You rubbed your face, trying to reset your emotions. 

“Yes? Any other bugs I have to murder while I’m here?”

You pouted. “Hopefully not… um, I was just wondering what you had been doing before you came in here.”

King K. Rool gave you a sideways glance, seemingly uninterested in continuing the conversation. "None of your business, really. Just tending to my Kingly duties as usual."

“Ah-huh.” You crossed your arms, feeling brave and… a little sassy, too. “I bet you weren’t doing anything at all.”

He bristled at that statement, unable to hide it in time. “Again,” he pressed, “What I was doing is none of your business, little thing.”

“Hmm… so, does that mean we can’t go get something to eat together?” You gave him a cheeky smile. He usually was served his own Kingly meal or whatever, but you also knew he couldn’t refuse something to eat.

King K. Rool regarded you with a mix of irritation and surprise. It was clear he hadn't expected your invitation and it seemed to momentarily catch him off guard.

“Well?” You tilted your head, wondering if he’d refuse after all. You and him were… sort of a thing, but nothing too serious quite yet. 

He narrowed his eyes. “Why should I go eat something with you?” 

“Why shouldn’t you?” You shrugged casually. “Besides, I’ve got to reward you somehow after killing that bug for me.”

He took a while to consider it, seemingly weighing the pros and cons in his head. Being seen so close to you was embarrassing for him– especially since neither you nor him have announced anything relationship wise, so it took him a decent amount of time to make a decision. 

…After a long pause, he grumbled, "Fine. But don't think this makes us pals or anything– I'm doing it because I could use a decent meal, not because I want your company."

“Of course, of course.” You knew he was very much a tsundere, often saying the opposite of what he means deep down– you knew he enjoyed being around you. “Lead the way?”

He scoffed, his tail flicking against the floor. He turned and made his way back out into the hall, and you followed shortly after. 

As you both walked through the castle halls, you couldn't help but feel a sense of victory. You had managed to coax King K. Rool into spending some quality time with you in a semi-public area– other than him killing the bug for you– even if it was just for a meal. It was a small step, but it felt like progress.