#mr wolf x reader

[bernraccnt]

give in (wolf x gn! reader)

before u read: LOTS of flirting, 2nd person pov, wolf is thirsty and reader is dying from embarrassment, swearing (mostly from the reader), diane and snake are the best wingmen, slightly longer than i expected for this to me, steamy kissing sesh further in the fic

“gooood morning, beautiful.” you had to hold in your groan as you stepped out of your bedroom, being instantly greeted by wolf walking down the hallway towards the kitchen. “looking especially adorable this morning, i must say.”

you cringed (out of embarrassment? or just at how corny it was? who knows) as soon as he turned away. “does that mean i look ugly every other day?” trying your hardest to play it cool, you followed behind him as you walked through your apartment that you shared with four others.

wolf glanced back with a smile far too wide for it being ten in the morning. “not necessarily, you look adorable every day.”

this time, you groaned openly and shoulder checked him as you stormed into the kitchen. “god, shut up.” was all you said, wanting to die the longer he kept spewing these flirtatious things.

this, unfortunately, was a normal routine between you for the last few months. having been an old and trusty friend of diane, you had offered your roommate-less apartment for the now good guys to live at since their old one wasn’t in the best shape after a year in prison. and over the time the group of five had stayed with you, they had warmed up to your presence and for the most part, had considered you one of them.

you and webs were the best of pals when it came to video games and oftentimes, piranha joined you both when he had nothing better to do. you three were the minecraft hardcore mode trio. and shark had leeched onto your music taste and now has tickets to almost every single concert he thinks you both would enjoy. hell, even snake found you a peach to be around, enjoying when you would practice drink making and makes “friendly” insults with you when you both were piss faced. of course, the appeal here was that neither of you took it to heart, it was just your way of bonding.

and it just so happens that their leader considered you more than just one of them.

at first, wolf was just another guy in your life. just an overall slick and charismatic guy who made a good joke every movie night and always had something to say to you while you and him were running errands together. you and him grew closer than the rest and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel a little more than a friendship with him. every smile of his felt like a stab to your heart (but in a simp way) and when he would toss an arm around your shoulder or grab your wrist to pull you along you swore you could ascend to the heavens.

of course, you weren’t an idiot when it came to your feelings. you just didn’t want anyone else to know that, so for the most part, you played oblivious. acted like it was nothing, treated him as you would anyone else, and buried away anything that could hint at you liking him romantically.

and because you weren’t an idiot, you could also tell that he liked you in return. his hands would linger near yours when you guys sat together and every shared look was prolonged on his end. hell, you even heard him talk about you to snake and diane, singing your praises in a not-so-platonically way.

but this certainty is what drove you to not let him know about your feelings. i mean, it was terrifying to know that you both felt the same. you never had a successful relationship romantically and that’s what forced you further away from even attempting a date or a kiss or even a cuddle session. but fuck, it was getting harder now that he was trying to flirt with you every moment he got.

“has anyone ever told you you look like a deity? i almost mistook you for one earlier.” still laying it on thick, wolf wiggled his eyebrows as you began to mess with your coffee machine.

you shot him another glare. “wolf, i just rolled out of bed after getting only a few hours of sleep. the only thing i resemble right now is prince phillip.”

thankfully, rather than shoot you another flirt, he laughed at your comparison, giving you a few seconds of peace. you took that time to load in the coffee grinds and place the carafe under the drip and start up the caffeinated goodness.

you sucked in a long sigh, stretching your arms above your head and going over the day’s tasks. you would need to go out and pick up some alcoholic drinks for diane’s super high-end party tonight and buy something nice to dress yourself up in. god, that’s gonna be so annoying, fitting rooms and shopping sprees were your worst nightmare. especially when it came to semi-formal wear.

“y’know, i’d say your lips are looking a little lonely.” recovering from his fit of laughter, wolf leaned up against the counter to your right with a huge, shiteating grin. “you think they want a visit from another pair?” he then puckered his lips, eyes going half lidded.

you stared at him blankly. “don’t you have to get to work soon? you have a shift at ten thirty today.”

wolf’s grin widened. “the only thing i want to shift into is your pants.” oh fuck, that one was kinda smooth.

it took every bone in your body not to smile or let your face flash into a hot blush, averting eye contact and finding a new interest in the coffee that was currently dripping. “dude.” was all you muttered.

as if he knew the dilemma you were facing, wolf leaned in closer. despite him being the one in the corner of the counter and you having all the space on your other side, with the way he was closing the distance between you two, you felt like you were the trapped one.

“when are you going to give in, sweetness?” you could basically feel the rumbling of every word as he purred them out. “you know you’re only delaying the inevitable between us.” his nose was inches away from your throat, causing you to grip the counter so hard it made your hand hurt.

your saving grace was piranha walking into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

your head snapped over at the speed of light and you plastered on your biggest smile. “piranha! how was your speedrun attempt last night?” knowing if you brought up minecraft, piranha would dissolve any semblance of a tense mood by rambling.

and thankfully, he perked right up when you mentioned the block game, ignoring the lack of space between yourself and his “boss”. “oh, it went terribly! i spawned in a jungle biome and it all went downhill from there.” he hopped up onto the barstool at the kitchen counter’s island, prompting you to ditch wolf and go lean against the island instead. you nodded at every word that came out of the fish’s mouth and listened intensely as he ranted passionately about his poor luck. you missed wolf huffing in frustration behind you.

see, it wasn’t always wolf laying it on thick with you, at least, this outwardly. a few months ago, you had woken up and something seemed to have changed. the day before, he was being mostly friendly and would flirt through small and innocent gestures.

but that first morning had thrown you so far off, it was burned into your memory.

“y’know there’s a mirror in your pants right?” he had whispered to you while you were frying eggs for breakfast. the others were talking loudly at the island, arguing over which marvel hero was the most useless, nearly drowning out his voice had he not had been a foot away from your ear.

you looked over, both in confusion and concern. you weren’t sure what he meant but it made you worry anyways. “what? where?” searching all over your jeans, you tried to figure out what he meant.

before you could go spiraling in your mind for what the hell he could mean, wolf’s nose brushed against your ear as he spoke in a hushed tone. “because i can see myself in them.” as he spoke, one of his fingers hooked around a belt loop on your jeans, tugging them teasingly.

and then as quick as he got close, he pulled back to watch your reaction.

you froze, face burning instantly as you gaped at the taller man. the sudden sizzle of the eggs you were cooking snapped you out of your shock and you avoided any eye contact, trying to compose yourself. “i-- eugh-- uh-- wow, okay.” is what you settled on saying.

but sadly, that was all wolf had wanted to see, and as the months progressed, you swore to yourself to not have such an obvious reaction to his words, no matter how badly you wanted to.

as piranha had just started on his venture into the nether, the coffee drip beeped once at you. you ignored it, knowing that you had a few more minutes before the coffee cooled down anyways and could waste it listening to his tale of fighting off two wither skeletons.

“oh my god, is he complaining about his speedrun again?” ever the grumpy morning person, webs crawled into the room with an eye roll. “dude, did you even tell them how you died yet?”

piranha wasn’t affected by webs’ annoyance, turning his head to her. “not yet!” he spoke in a confident, matter of fact tone. “i just got to the nether, chica.”

webs looked at you with a deadpan. “he fell off of the platform as soon as he spawned in the end.” she explained.

“ay, you just spoiled the ending!”

“it’s not spoiling if they knew what was going to happen!” while you were preoccupied with the two shortest animals getting into a small argument, you forgot that wolf was still in the kitchen with you guys. it wasn’t until you felt him stand behind you and watch him slide a coffee mug into your hand that you remembered his existence.

“just how you like it, sweets.” he murmured, far too close to you as you could literally feel the heat of him on your back. from the others’ point of view, it might look like a friendly gesture that a friend would do for another friend because there’s nothing there but friendship.

but, the claws trailing up your arm and then against your waist as he pulled away screamed nothing akin to a platonic friendship.

you grit your teeth and brought the coffee mug to your lips, giving yourself an excuse not to say anything as he left the room, presumably to actually go get ready for work. and when you tasted the bitter substance, you cursed. 

fuck, he’s even got your coffee to creamer ratio down. slick bastard.

the rest of the day without a mention nor a glimpse of the former criminal was a blessing for your mental state. you had a semi-enjoyable time picking out the best tasing champagne and calling up diane about your choices and a significantly less fun time sitting in a formal wear store, choosing something that didn’t make you feel like an idiot. you had settled on a dark vest and slacks, deciding simplicity was better and comfier than anything else.

by the time you had stopped to drop off your alcohol supply at diane’s apartment, it was an hour before sundown and two hours before the aforementioned party. she greeted you with a big hug and helped you cart the boxes of champagne into the elevator.

on the slow ride up to her floor, you saw her smirk from the corner of your eye and mentally steeled yourself for whatever shit she was going to drop on you.

“sooo...” she started, tail flicking behind her lazily. “what’s been going on in your life?”

you looked at her suspiciously. “dee, we called last week for three hours, the fuck do you mean what’s going on in my life?”

she laughed at your words, shaking her head. “yeah, yeah, you got me there.” her eyes looked away as a grin began to form on her features. “i’m just curious about how your love life’s been going.”

... “what the fuck did wolf tell you?”

diane let out loud laughter, nearly toppling over from how bluntly their friend asked the question. leave it to her friend to sniff out her intentions, she supposed. “okay, he didn’t say anything, but--”

“i swear to god if that motherfucker told you we’re dating, i’m going to shave him and use his hair to make myself a new welcome mat.” you threatened, a new fire in your eyes.

diane let out a pathetic wheeze. “no, no! i swear, he didn’t say anything!” she defended their mutual friend. “i was just-- i just heard from the others that you guys had gotten closer than normal.”

that made panic flash in your body. “oh fuck, what did they say?” you didn’t even consider the others picking up on wolf’s simping habits, you were hoping that they would just be oblivious to his actions.

“snake’s been pretty smug about it, says that you shoot down wolf every chance you get.” diane elaborated as the elevator reached her floor. using the trolleys they had borrowed from the apartment lobby, the duo began to cart in the bottles. “he said the way you two interacted was like a gross, mushy dance of sexual tension. shark agreed and piranha and webs said that they didn’t care if you guys were dating now.”

yeah, that sounded like something they all would say. you groaned, frowning as you walked down diane’s foyer. “none of that’s true at all. wolf’s been dead set on flirting with me, i’m just rolling with the punches.” you shot a glance at all the glittery decor hung around the living space. pretty tasteful, you had to admit.

“see, i’d be inclined to believe that if i didn’t know you as well as i do.” diane’s smile became a twinge more smug when she noticed you were actively avoiding any chances of eye contact. “you like him.”

you decided to take the stupid route, hoping that the dumber you act, the quicker she’ll drop the conversation. “of course i like him, i live with him.” you pulled the trolley to a stop right in front of diane’s fridge and began pulling boxes onto her counter.

diane put both of her hands on yours when you set down the first box, successfully halting you. “no, my friend, you like like him.”

to say you were not impressed would be an understatement. “did we get transported back to middle school? or did you regress in age while we were speaking? c’mon, dee, ‘like like’?”

“you’re not denying it!” diane felt like she won the lottery, helping you as you pull another box off of the trolley. “you like wolf romantically!”

“pfft, says who?” despite you playing it off coolly and denying everything she was saying, deep down inside, you were panicking so badly. fuck, no one was supposed to catch onto this elongated game of cat and mouse.

“no one has to say anything.” after they had set down the second box, diane stepped right in front of you, stopping you again. “i can tell it in your face.”

your easygoing facade fell and you gave her another blank stare. “wow, what a mind reader you are.” your sarcasm was coming off of you in waves.

however, diane wasn’t known to be a person who let topics drop without laying all her cards on the table. she placed both hands on her hips, giving you a smug look. “i’ll let this drop if you look me in the eyes right now and tell me that you don’t want to makeout with wolf.”

immediately, you choked on your spit. “diane, what is WRONG with you?!” growing flustered, you barreled past her and plucked up the last box on your trolley. “i can’t even tell you what time of day it is with a straight face, the fuck makes you think i can say that?”

“hmm, that’s fair.” she conceded, watching you set down the third box next to the first two. “but, we’ve been friends for years now. if anyone can tell if you’re serious, its me. so, even if you laugh or giggle, i’ll know whether or not you’re telling me the truth.”

you turned back to facing her, sucking in a deep breath. “diane, i don’t like wolf, nor do i want to kiss or makeout or do whatever the hell else with him.” you spoke evenly, impressing yourself with how serious you could be.

you and diane stared into each other’s eyes for an uncomfortable amount of time. you were nearly about to break but she did it for you, leaning in and whispering, “god, you are so in love.”

“I AM NOT!” unable to help yourself, you basically shouted it at her. she let out an evil cackle, pointing a finger in your face.

“denial! first stage of grief!”

“wh-- WHAT DOES GRIEF HAVE TO DO WITH THIS?”

“anger, second stage!” seeing as diane was now fully taking the piss out of you, you decided to reel yourself back. the last thing you wanted was to choke her out out of anger.

you took in a deep breath, forcing your expression to melt back into something calmer. “diane, i swear to you, i have no romantic feelings for that little shit--”

“and you’re still lying to me! why?” growing fed up with your denial, diane threw her hands in the air. “are you scared that he might pop around the corner and overhear this? or is it something else? he’s clearly in love with you, his tail wags every single time he sees you!”

“i. don’t. like. him.” you walked past her, clutching your fists.

“oh, give me a break, you guys are eyefucking each other at every given opportunity.” at her words, you stopped in your tracks and turned around. “yeah, you can thank snake for that tidbit of information.”

“why can’t you just drop this?” seeing as denial wasn’t getting you anywhere, you had just decided to try and get an easy ending to this conversation by “giving in”. “this hasn’t been a problem the first few months he started trying to get with me, why is it one now?”

“because i didn’t think much of it until the others told me how you’ve been acting. i mean, come on!” diane spoke to your back as you began to unload the boxes on her trolley. “if a guy you didn’t like flirted with you, you would’ve kicked his shins and threatened his life! and yet, look at you. wolf’s been frothing on his knees for you and you haven’t said an outright no!”

“okay, don’t say he’s frothing on his knees.” you cringed, giving her the side eye as you passed her. “he just doesn’t have a skirt to chase, so he’s determined to get under mine. it’ll pass once he realizes--”

“oh no, we’re not doing this.” diane cut you off, snatching the champagne box away from you so you wouldn’t be distracted. “you are not going to keep running away from something you want! why is it so hard for you to admit that you like him?”

finally fed up, you shouted, “because i’m scared, dee!” the explosive yell made diane snap her mouth shut and stare at you wide eyed. seeing her reaction, you rubbed your face and looked away again. “you... you can’t expect me to jump in headfirst into a relationship like this after all the fumbles i made in high school. none of the partners i had stuck around for even one year, what makes you think wolf will be any different?”

“why do you think wolf will be the same as a fleeting relationship in high school?” diane countered, slamming down the champagne. “i don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you, but you’re actively making this worse for yourself the longer you try and run away.” she spluttered, growing frustrated. “what are you even trying to save here? your relationship? his feelings?”

“i don’t know!” you cried, nearly tugging your hair out. “i’m-- it’s just scary. to look him in the eyes and to know that he trusts me and likes me! i’ve never been that vulnerable with anyone, not in such a long time.” you don’t know how you got here, typically having a good grasp on where a conversation would be heading to and controlling it.

well, that was thrown out the window.

diane came over and embraced you, trying to soothe you by rubbing your back. “you can’t keep running, babe.” she whispered. “because running only hurts you both.” she paused and looked up. “and he’s pretty stubborn, so you’ll be running for a long time before he considers giving up.”

you sniffed audibly. “persistent little shit.”

the both of you giggled at the insult, bodies rumbling against one another.

diane kept rubbing your back, now finding a solid rhythm. “i’m not saying confess tonight or even right now, but you have to let him know that he’s not an idiot for assuming that you’re into him too.”

you sniffed again, this one becoming watery. “but that’s scary.”

“isn’t everything scary when it comes to relationships?” she countered. “just please, please promise me that you’ll do something about it.” diane pulled back, holding you at arms length. “even if its telling him no flat out, i’ll support you if its what you want. you need to put an end of this, for his sake and yours.”

diane’s words stuck with you the entire drive back to your apartment complex. you had sat inside the parking garage once you reached your home, thinking hard about what she told you.

fuck, this was impossible. you had no excuse you could come up with, you had no reasoning to tell wolf if you told him that you knew. shutting off your car, you let your head fall onto the steering wheel and bashed it a few good times.

“fuck!” your shout was muffled, nails digging into the fabric. god, why was romance so fucking daunting? why couldn’t you just wake up one day and have wolf be back to the way he was, before the flirting? before you knew how he felt--

no. that was too unfair, even for your standards. you couldn’t wish for that, it’s too late to consider things going back the way they were without a good conversation. fuck.

“okay, okay.” you spoke outloud to yourself, head still against your wheel. “i am going to go inside. get dressed for the party, go to the party, come back. i am going to talk to wolf before he goes to bed, hopefully, we won’t be drunk, and we move on with our lives starting tomorrow morning.”

you repeated that to yourself a few times, the game plan solidifying in your mind. worst case scenario, wolf hates your guts because you led him on for so long and he doesn’t talk to you anymore. best case?

god, you were too worried to consider a good outcome to this.

sitting up, you slid off your seatbelt and moved to get out of your car, but froze when you saw a familiar person standing outside the driver’s window, getting ready to knock and grab your attention.

why now of all times is wolf right outside your car?

you made a motion for him to step to the side and he did so, watching as you got out of the car. instead of greeting you with a smirk or a flirty remark, wolf only gave you a concerned glance. “hey, are you alright? i saw your head was against the wheel while i was passing and...”

“yeah, yeah, i’m fine.” you waved off, shutting the door behind yourself and moving to the door on the backseat. “just tired. diane had me carrying boxes around.” you mumbled the half truth as you pulled your newly purchased formal clothes out of the backrow, the plastic covering crinkling as you held it.

wolf didn’t seem convinced but let it go, a smile washing over the concerned expression he was making. “ah, right. diane’s party! i forgot all about that.” he chuckled, allowing you to pass first before following behind you as you walked to the elevator. “i take it that’s why you’re lugging around these?” he picked up one end of the plastic covering you were holding.

you glanced over your shoulder. “yeah, i had to cough up my money for this thing. not my best purchase.” you tried to joke, but it came out more sad than you intended it to.

now wolf was genuinely concerned. “are you sure you’re alright? you can tell me if anything is wrong.”

you could’ve evaporated right then and there but held it in. “yes. i’m fine.” with your tone of finality, all wolf could do was accept your answer and let you press the button for the elevator.

standing there side by side in the dark car park really did a number on your already declining mental state. you could feel every glance of his on the left side of your face, could hear him thinking about asking you for a third time if you were okay.

you knew that if you said anything yet, you would run. so, you waited patiently until the elevator came down and stepped inside, watching wolf press the button for your floor.

as soon as the doors closed on you both, you knew it was time to face your fears. prolonging the conversation would only make things worse, like diane said.

so, you started with a question. “why do you flirt with me all the time?” something to confirm his emotions towards you, easy enough.

wolf looked down at you, eyebrows raising slightly. “after months of me hitting on you, you finally decide to ask this?”

“okay, look--!” you cut yourself off, hearing your voice rise to a defensive yell. quieter, you spoke, “i-- i’m just asking right now to confirm something.”

“that i like you?” he pressed, jutting his head forward slightly. you both were staring one another in the eyes, your gaze nervous, his being oddly emotionless. “what? you think i just hit on anybody and call it a day?”

you looked away. “well, i-- look, you were hitting on diane when you first met her and when she settled with that guy from hollywood, i just assumed that i was another person--”

“what i felt for diane was a passing crush. she was just another hot and badass i liked.” wolf cut you off with a shrug, putting his hands in his pockets. “what i feel for you is entirely different.”

okay, confirmation that he does still have something for you. good to know, good to know. “oh.” you said. “okay, um--”

“did you think i was hitting on you this entire time because i saw you as an easy fuck?” wolf looked offended at this conclusion, glaring down at you. the tension raised higher in the elevator and you suddenly found it hard to speak. “you think i memorize fast food orders, favorite things, coffee to creamer ratios for just anybody?” his whole body turned and he slowly begun to approach you.

instinctively, you walked backwards. “whoa, okay-- hang on a second, i didn’t say that--”

you shut up immediately when your back hit the wall, allowing wolf to loom over you. “good, i’m glad we’re on the same page then.” his volume had dropped, barely audible over the elevator’s hum. his hand hesitantly reached out and rested itself against your hip, looking into your eyes for any signs of discomfort.

you didn’t know where to look, having an iron grip on your expensive clothing. “yeah.” came out shakily, your heart pounding a mile per minute. “glad we-- uh-- we are. wolf--” you cut yourself off with a sharp intake of air as his other hand moved to mirror the first hand’s position.

“that’s me.” he hummed, maintaining a mostly respectable distance between you both, allowing you to know that you’re not actually trapped in this position.

“wolf, i knew you liked me.” you came clean, breaking eye contact and looking down. “i-- i knew about you telling snake and i kept seeing the signs, and fuck, i like you too, but i didn’t know-- i couldn’t--” it was getting harder for you to form a coherent thought when he was inches away and staring at you expectantly.

pulling up the vest and slacks, you hid your face behind them and spoke, “i was scared of committing to it-- to you.” thankfully your voice came out clearly still. “you’re terrifying to me, i’ve never wanted-- no, i never thought someone like you, someone so sure of themself and their emotions, would actually like someone like me.”

“...like you?” you couldn’t see his face from where you hid, but you heard him come closer.

“uncertain. unemotional, apathetic almost.” you elaborated.

wolf didn’t respond at first, worsening the path your mind decided to take. oh fuck, he hates you now, there’s no doubt about it. maybe you should run as soon as the doors open or hide out in your room for the rest of the night--

“well, thanks for telling me.” wolf said like he was having a completely normal conversation. “now i know your motivations, at least.” he chuckled, a smile coming back to his features. “but i knew you liked me back, sweetheart.”

your head whipped up from its spot and you looked at wolf like he was crazy. “what?” your jaw dropped even harder when he laughed at your expression. “wait--”

“why do you think i started hitting on you in the first place?” he spoke in between giggles. “at first, i thought you didn’t know, but after the first few reactions, it kinda clicked. you knew but were in denial.”

“wh--” if you couldn’t form a sentence then, you definitely couldn’t right now. “and you didn’t say a thing?!”

wolf’s smile fell and he gave you a blank look, causing you to backtrack. “okay, yeah, that’s more on me.” you sighed, loosening your hold on the plastic wrapped clothes. “sorry, wolf--”

“don’t apologize now.” he laughed, cutting you off before you could spiral again. “it’s water under the bridge to me.” his hands squeezed your hips, and you were aware of the lack of space in between you two once again. “but if you want to make it up to me, i might have a few things in mind.” he moved slowly, deliberately almost, and pressed his face into your neck, smiling against you when he felt your pulse racing.

your mouth went dry and for a moment, your brain had stopped working. here you were, cornered by your crush after he just admitted to knowing you liked him for months now. it was all starting to become too much all at once--

DING!

the elevator’s doors opened on your floor and you didn’t think twice about ripping yourself from his arms and bolting it down the hallway to your door. you heard him laugh from afar but ignored it, pulling your keys out and busting your way inside your apartment.

“where’s the fire?” you heard snake call from the living room, but you ignored him in favor of sprinting straight to your room and shutting the door behind you, panting all the while.

it took you a few minutes to gather yourself, resting your dress clothes on your bed and thanking whatever god above that there weren’t any lasting wrinkles you couldn’t smooth out with your hands. great, at least you won’t look like the car wreck you certainly felt like.

you heard a knock and then wolf calling you name. “hey, i forgot to tell you something.” he spoke from the other side of the door. your back went straight and you struggled to keep it together.

“come in!” your voice was steady, thankfully.

the wolf slipped into the room and closed the door behind him with an easygoing expression. “sorry, sweetheart, i almost forgot something in that elevator.” the way he wasn’t even fazed by your little... whatever the hell that was in the elevator irritated a part of you, but you didn’t say anything about it.

“oh? what’d you--” and suddenly, you found yourself being pulled in by the front of your shirt into a kiss. wolf’s lips pressed against yours slowly but passionately, making you feel lightheaded at first.

his hands found their purchase quickly, one against your lower back and the other back on your hip, tugging you closer. it was then that you snapped back into it and started kissing him back, following his lead and tossing your arms around his neck.

wolf walked with you in his arms, backing you against your dress and placing you on it, leaving his hands on your thighs as you kept kissing one another. he stopped suddenly and pulled back a few inches. “sorry, i should’ve asked--”

“shut up and fucking kiss me right now.” you grunted, tugging at the hair on the back of his head.

he let out a loud groan and smiled against your lips. “so pushy. who would’ve guessed--” before he could say anything else smart, you pulled him back for a second kiss, this time being the one in control of the pace.

eventually, you both broke apart to get some air inside of your lungs. wolf was still smirking and even you had a smile like you won the lottery.

“what time do you think you need to start getting ready by?” he asked, moving his head down to your neck and beginning to press kisses along the length of it.

“seven thirty-- fuck.” you cursed and shivered under all the affection, entire body growing warm. “but we can push it back to seven forty five if you want.”

“whatever works for you, baby.” was all he mumbled before digging his teeth into you, trying his hardest not to be super rough. “i can make this quick, just for you. all you gotta do is say the words.”

fuck, he was good at this. too good for you to even be snarky at him. “please.” you whispered, once again pulling at the back of his head.

wolf snickered, pulling away to admire his hickey that was beginning to bruise. “well, since you asked so nicely...”

#mr wolf x reader #mr. wolf x reader #x reader #the bad guys x reader #the bad guys 2022 #the bad guys #gn! reader #reader insert

[theincognitomoth]

Sweeter than Custard

Mr. Wolf x female reader

Rating: +18

Word count: 7.4k

Summary: “I meant what I said last night, Moe,” you said. “And I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen. So don’t… don’t pretend it didn’t.”

Water drops falling from your face into the metal of the sink never echoed so loud, other than that, your heart beating on your ears was the only sound in the apartament. Your guts twisted.

“Please say something.” you said.

“You were very drunk.” Wolf finally spoke. “I… tried not to think much about it. I didn’t know if you would even remember last night, much less that you really meant any of that.”

“I did.”

During a party late at night, you get drunk out of your good senses and let your feelings for your friend slip. The next morning you can't tell what haunts you more; Your words or your actions.

Warnings: smut - vulgar language - friends to lovers - drinking - pra!se k!nk - reader is a bit bit of a pillow princess but only because Wolf is a service top - no Y/N - I swear, the summary is the angstiest part in the entire fic.

 

The ‘too soft to sleep in’ couch swallowed your overheated body cocooned in a furry blanket. Awake for some time now, you knew pain awaited the moment you opened your eyes, lovely Mr. Sun outside, in all its glorious morning shine, would blind you and enable the sledgehammer banging your skull to keep going at full strength.

Stupid, foolish, horny little you. A conscious person would’ve quit after the fifth drink, but no, not you, you kept going, the strawberry mojito cold sourness overpowered your exhausted resilience. If only your problems resumed to the hangover. A liver failure perished in comparison to the hot shame crawling its way over your twisted guts as the blurred memories gained focus.

“Shit…” You pressed your palms against your eyes.

Wolf was right, hangover and regret don’t go well together.

Last night was supposed to be harmless fun. After a particular rough work month, Diane decided to treat you and the guys to a private party. She reserved the top of the fancy condominium you all had the privilege to live in - perks of working and being friends with the governor, the budget was anything but tight - Chilly night, open sky dotted with fainted stars by the city lights, and a crystalline pool smelling of chlorine. Colorful lights and two dozen silver balloons scattered completed the scenery. Diane filled the place with snacks and drinks, and you couldn’t keep your hands off the custard tarts, sitting in one of the floral sofas by the covered bar area, you devoured the sweets. Uncovering criminal masterminds from the city alongside Diane’s re-election campaign drained pleasure out of your life, you needed and deserved to indulge a little.

 Chatter, dance, and music at the right volume to avoid noise complaints. Harmless fun. The problem began when Diane, bless her unknowing soul, pointed out the sheer variety of alcoholic beverages up for grabs in the open, do it yourself, bar. Chances of avoiding a fine due to loudness flew out the loft alongside Piranha’s pants. Property damage would weigh on his and Miss Governor's wallet, for as it turns out, drunk Diane much enjoyed wrestling, and Piranha jumped at the opportunity to go crazy. She poked his eyes and he bit her tail, whoever lost the round that no one bothered to judge took a shot of rum with orange soda, ending with the two passed out on the floor. Snake stayed with Wolf at the bar, drinking and talking like civilized people, but forgot the calmness when Shark took hundreds of push-pops to the pool with him. Snake threw himself in the water without much thought, ‘I’m a quarter river snake!’ he said, and came back five minutes later with no push-pop, but poor Weebs, who in her drunken state cannonballed the 8 feet deep pool. She was saved, but her laptop passed to a better place. After that you guys played impressions, and if not for Shark's impeccable acting skills, Wolf would’ve won with his unhinged Professor Marmalade act as he screamed the meteor was a heart and not a goddamn buttcrack. Shark passed out in the pool, Snake and Weebs called it a night soon after. You almost followed suit, trying to be a responsible drinker to avoid a next day death wish, but everytime you glanced at the strawberry mojitos, your hand moved on its own and before you knew it, you had downed two more.

Now there you were, the once cold glass turned lukewarm and unable to stand still as the world spinned. You pushed yourself from the bar’s stool and your brain almost fell out, blurry vision trying to make out the exit to either pass out in the elevator or in your home’s living room carpet. You hoped, not wanting to come up with an excuse as to why a neighbor's kid found a woman in the elevator, smelling of alcohol and surrounded by puke. But your traitorous eyes refused to find the door; instead they found a lone gray figure, leaned on a sofa five feet away from you and going through pictures with a smile. Your heavy feet marched towards him on their own, pulled like a magnet with disregard for furniture on the way - you stumbled and knocked chairs down - and for your body -tripping and falling on said furniture - At the end of your painstaken journey with one scraped knee and a broken nail, Wolf looked at you with amusement.

“Wolfie!” You threw yourself by his side with a giggle, the man letting out a ‘hmph!’ as your head hit his chest. “Hi.”

His arm weighted comfortably on your shoulder.

“Hi to you too,” he said. “Someone clearly had fun.”

“Yeah, I ate all the custard tarts.” The creamy sweetness still lingered on the back of your throat, even after the mojitos. “But I wanted more, they’re gone so fast. I blinked and puff! No more custard tarts! Gone… I wanted more.”

His large clawed hand reached for your face, wiping the hair away from it and showing custard cream in his fingertips, you wanted to lick it off to savor the godsend taste one more time, like an sweethoot addict, but Wolf whipped the cream away before you could.

“Tragedy of life, you don’t always get what you want.” Wolf pointed his head at the bar. “So you drank your sorrows away?” 

“Yeah… like…” You counted on your fingers. “Probably more than six strawberry mojitos. I lost count.”

On the small round table in front of the sofa sat a half filled glass of said drink, ice already melted and probably tasting more of water and rum than strawberry. Who knows whose mouth was in that glass. 

Before your half asleep brain stopped your hand, you downed the drink. Your nose scrunched, tasted as shitty as you thought.

“Hey, that was”- Wolf said, looking at you and at the empty glass. “... Nevermind.” “Strawberry tastes good.”

“Sure does.”

“Custard tarts are better though.”

You glanced over to his hand, leaning further on his chest to see what he held, his heartbeat quick and short over the white cotton shirt.

“What’s that?”

Wolf’s chuckle reverberated through his chest, the hairs in your neck rising with the motion.

“Tonight’s highlights.”

He flashed the polaroid pictures to you like a deck of cards, forever immortalized in them were Diane’s and Piranha wrestling match, Weebs ruling the dance floor with her tarantula exclusive moves while Shark did the vogue on the background, and Snake pulling the most random drinks from the bar and mixing them with a professional bartender’s confidence. The last picture was of you, pouting at the empty tart’s plate while Wolf smiled like a bastard and the last one to the camera.

You gasped, hitting him lightly in the chest. The utter betrayal!

“You jerk. Evil, evil jerk,” you said.

“C’mon, I only took one! The other twenty four were all you.”

“Hmm… fine. I guess it’s fair.” You said, but the pain of letting one single sweet sleep away lingered. “Are you putting those on the fridge?”

“Only the least comprasing ones. Don’t want police or news barging into my place and finding out dear governor over there passed out drunk in orange soda.” Wolf put the pictures in his coat pocket. “The others are going in the bedroom drawer.”

“Ah, blackmail material.” You smiled.

Wolf placed one hand over his chest and looked down at you with believable offense.

“Now, that wouldn't be very nice of me, would it?” He opened that grin that made your legs weak. Changed for the better or not, the ‘bastard grin’ always suited him. “If these things end up in a golden frame, and, by complete chance, annoy the living hell out of the guys, it will be a complete accident.”

Face buried in the fluff of his neck, you laughed amidst a hiccup.

“You’re so mean,” you said.

In this position, you could smell the subtle cologne on his fur, it was like a walk in a pine forest after rain mixed with rum. You felt it before, burned into your mind from the first time you met, a reminder from everytime you sat close to each other and he leaned in to whisper a witty remark about the current situation, or when he asked you to dance, held you close, and the pressure of his hands lingered on your waist after they left, as much as you wished they stayed longer. Pine grew to be one of your favorite smells. Before you knew it, your tights squeezed against each other.

 The softness brushed your cheek, an invitation to lay on it. Any other day, a sober day, you would've slapped yourself for the pathetic neediness. Wolf was your friend, even if he set your body ablaze with just a look, you would like to keep him as your dear friend. Any sober day you would pull away and ignore the heat forming in your core before it rose to your brain and deemed it useless, freeing you to make stupid decisions… Today was no sober day, and the mojitos in your bloodstream were highly flammable.

You caved and laid in fur silkier than expensive bed sheets, more comfortable than your own bed, even with his neck and shoulder tensed up. Your clenched hand on his chest felt his heartbeat stop for a second and come back faster than you could count. Wolf squeezed your arm, tail wagging against the sofa cushions with muffed thuds.

“You’re fluffy.” You snuggled further into him. “Smells good.”

“The wonders of conditioner.”

“Hmm…”

Both your hands ran over his chest grabbing the suit’s collar, pulling closer. You moved your leg across his shut together ones. His hands firmly held your waist in place, preventing you from sinking into his lap. 

“Moe…” You moaned.

Wolf dragged a sharp breath, stern gaze on you.

“You’re drunk.”

“So are you.”

“Okay, but you’re drunker.”

You rolled your eyes, snaking your hands to tangle around his neck.

“I’m not that out of it, Wolf.”

He glanced over your shoulder, skepticism plastered on his handsome face. You followed to find the chairs, little tables and sofas you stumbled on to get to him, one of the chairs knocked over all the way to the pool. Shame heated your cheeks.

“Listen - Listen!” You ignored his smug look and pulled his neck closer to you. “Even if I was sober, I would still want to bang you.”

Wolf looked as if someone poured ice down his neck, half lidded eyes growing to the size of dessert plates, his claws dug into your waist, making your back arch.

He said your name as a warning.

“You’re my buddy,” he said. “So for your own sake, I’m asking you to stop talking.”

“But it’s true!” You giggled at the utmost unholy scenarios forming in your head. “If we go back to my place right now we can fuck in the shower.”

“Oh, okay. You’re still talking.” He shut his eyes and threw his head back on the sofa.

“No, no, I can’t sleep with wet hair. Uh… the kitchen counter then-”

“Listen to me, hang over and regret don’t go well together!”

“Oh! You could pin me against the window and when people look up-”

You fell on your butt as his hands let go of your waist to cover your mouth. Wolf didn’t look at you, and only spoke after too many seconds of silence.

“I need another drink.”

He held your shoulders and laid you on your side, face smushed on the cushion, and went straight to the bar.

“Gimme one too,” you said, leaning on your elbow to have a better look at him.

“No,” He pulled a whisky glass from the counter, filling it up with a blue drink you didn’t recognize. “Pretty sure you wouldn’t remember anything after your sixth drink, this would just be extra migraine on you.” He downed his drink in one shot, wiping his mouth with the suit sleeve. “Come on, let’s get you home.” 

Wolf came back and pulled you up by the hand. Your knees gave in the moment weight was put on them, your legs useless wet noodles. He threw one of your arms over his shoulder and one hand supported your waist.

“Nooo,” you struggled out of his grasp, almost kissing the floor before he caught you. “Take Shark first!” You pointed at poor, unmoving Shark, face first in the pool and surrounded by empty push-pops with no sign of air bubbles on the water. “He’s gonna drown!”

A smile formed on the corners of his mouth. 

“I’m sure Shark will be fine. These two on the other hand…” He gestured with his head to the floor, where Diane and Piranha laid over orange soda. “Hope her insurance covers a massage plan.”

The walk was a blur until you two reached the elevator; Wolf now and again pulled your slipping body upwards, jolting you awake. Sleep crawled into you, made your eyes sting and fill with water the longer you kept them open. You yawned and tried to focus on anything to keep you awake until Wolf got your drunk ass to the apartament, but in a dark elevator, you could either look at a panel changing numbers or him. Obvious choice, these numbers could be Calvin Klein models and you still would look at him.

He frowned at the metal door, body slouched by your weight and visible tiredness. His mouth pulled downwards, the same it did when he struggled with a harsh decision during field work, his suit was wrinkled and the first button on his shirt popped off; perhaps you pulled a little too hard on it. Ruffled up fur marked where your hands had been. Messy, tired and worried. How was it fair that he looked beautiful even with all of that?

“Wolfie…” you said. When Wolf turned his head to look at you, you booped his snout. “Hehe. I love you.”

Your knees hit the carpet floor before Wolf managed to scramble to catch you, sharp pain on the already scraped one. Who’s idea was to invent rough carpets in a world where gravity exists? Sadistic monsters! You yelped when he pulled you back up by the forearm.

“Sorry, sorry!” He said.

Something fluffy repeatedly hit the back of your legs, his tail wagging violently. Wolf let go of your waist and grabbed the thing like he meant to choke it.

 “I’m sorry.”

Between the chokehold on his tail and panic on his face, for the first time tonight, you felt as if you’d done something wrong. Your conscience woke up to kick you in the shin and curse your idiocy. You just confessed to the man you loved drunk out of your senses in an elevator, while he had to carry your sluggish body home.

The shame was enough to slightly sober you up and fight the overwhelming sleepiness. You had to salvage this in any possible way.

“I mean it, Moe.” You said. “I love you.”

The last thing you heard was the elevator beep before sleep took over.

May death take you out of pity. Let your prayers be answered and God will open the ground to swallow you whole.

 You could deal with the nausea and crippling migraines, hell, you would double the pain if it meant a distraction from sheer embarrassment. Which one was worse? Saying a drunken ‘I love you’ in the elevator without a single hint that you liked him beforehand, or  shamelessly offer to have sex when the most physicall contact you ever had was a hug?

 I love you. The words haunted you.

 I love you. I love you.

 Diane would have to excuse your absence from work, you needed a week alone to sulk, living on type water and custard tarts deliveries. Not the fancy ones, no, the cheap, factory produced tards; you didn’t deserve homemade sweets after such humiliation.

Headache took the focus away from your self pity as someone knocked on the door. If it was a complaint about yesterday's loudness, the poor soul who disturbed your misery was in for a face off with the devil.

Another fucking knock.

“Coming.” You kicked off the blanket and used the couch as support to get on your feet.

You dragged yourself across the living room, not bothering properly opening your eyes and swinging the door open.

“What?” You said, ready to bite off a head.

“Someone’s in a good mood today.”

Your eyes shot open - you held the door handle to not lose your balance.

“Wolf.”

“Yes, last time I checked.”

He stood there with a bag with green bottles and some painkiller boxes in hand. Light blue buttoned up shirt and one hand on the navy pants pocket, trademark grin spread across a clean face. He looked way too well.

“Passing by to check on everyone. You should’ve seen Diane, her fur was all sticky from the soda.” He reached on the bag and handed you a bottle and pills. “I got you some green juice, the very nasty one; good for a hangover. And some strong painkillers.”

“Oh…” Your hand robotically grabbed them. Wolf was in front of you, the man you asked to bang, offering a green juice bottle. I love you. You shoved the memory away.  “... Thanks.”

Letting go of the handle, your feet stumbled backwards, head too heavy to stay in place. Wolf’s gentle hand steadied your back and the other held your elbow.

“Easy there.” He kicked the door shut and guided you to the couch, taking the green juice and handling it uncapped with a painkiller pill. “Here, if you drink it fast it doesn’t taste as bad.”

You stared at Wolf, at the bottle, and back at him, mouth agape as if words wanted to come out. His casual smile twisted your stomach. How could he look so normal after everything you said? After what you’ve done? 

I love you.

Wolf sighed.

“Okay, that was a lie, it tastes awful anyways.”

Your chest tightened. Him not remembering  last night was impossible, being much more sober than you. Yet he acted as any other casual sunday; pretending nothing happened. You couldn’t look away, trying to see if his face gave away deeper feelings; a different twinkle in his eye, an ear twitch, anything that differentiated this Wolf from the Wolf you didn’t offer yourself to. 

His smile dropped.

“I can get you water and a salad if the juice is too disgusting,” he said.

You let out an incredulous laugh, steering your eyes away from him. Nothing. Nothing at all. Maybe he was pretending to not embarrass you to death, maybe he hoped you forgot all about it as he said you would.

Before the knot on your throat tightened, you snatched the pill and green juice, drinking more than half of it in one go, plastic bottle cracking with your grip. You pressed it to your forehead, eyes squeezed shut, and curled into yourself. You should be grateful, he got you home and pulled a blanket over you; He came to check on your pathetic state, brought medicine and healthy drinks; He did the favor of embarrassing you. Wolf did nothing but be a good friend, you were being such a baby. You should be grateful, and say thank you like a polite adult.

Say thank you, just open your mouth and thank him. Say thank you. 

I love you.

Shit, you fucked up.

Wolf’s hand touched your shoulder and you jumped. He looked at you with worry. You opened your mouth but not a beep came out. With an apologetic smile you left the couch and made your way to the kitchen sink, opening it and splashing cold water on your hot face. This was easier when alcohol blocked your basic self preservation. For so long you kept your feelings to yourself, ignored the want to hold his hand, kiss him. Keep to yourself the praises that didn’t relate to his genius planning abilities; like how beautiful he looked in a particular well-fitting disguise; how you melted when he held Mr. Cat like a precious baby, and how talking to him lightened up your day after it started with stubbing your pinky on the bedside table and a coffee stain on your outfit. All the things you lacked the guts to say and do, spilled out in one night in the worst possible way. You had to do better than this. Put on your big girl pants, face your feelings. Wolf was there, he was right there staring at you from your couch. Drunk you couldn't be braver than sober you.

You clenched the sink’s edge and took a deep breath as if it could fill you with courage instead of air.

“I meant what I said last night, Moe,” you said. “And I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen. So don’t… don’t pretend it didn’t.”

Water drops falling from your face into the metal of the sink never echoed so loud, other than that, your heart beating on your ears was the only sound in the apartament. Your guts twisted.

“Please say something.” you said.

“You were very drunk.” Wolf finally spoke. “I… tried not to think much about it. I didn’t know if you would even remember last night, much less that you really meant any of that.”

“I did.”

You turned on the sink to face him, Wolf leaned on the back of your couch in a similar position to yours, holding onto to it, one leg crossed over the other, his bashful face made you much more relieved.

“It was one of those ‘alcohol in, truth out’ situations,” you said.

Wolf pushed himself from the couch, walking towards you, each step made your heart beat faster. You fought the heat rising to your face when he looked down to you, hot air from him warming the curve of your nose.

“How long have you…” He slid a hand down his neck. “... You know.”

“Almost two years by now.”

His ears perked up, small grim on his agape mouth.

“Two years?”

“Almost two years.”

Wolf squinted, one of his years flipped down.

“I was in jail at that time.”

“Yeah, and I missed you.” You looked down, your hands tugging your shirt suddenly very interesting. “Way more than a friend misses a friend.” 

Although you missed all of your friends in the year they’re locked up, after a phone call, the heartache subsided; you heard their voices, reassured they’d be fine, knowing you’d get to see them soon. With Wolf, all that phone calls did was remind you he wasn’t there. Simple things you paid no mind to turned melancholic; Bitter coffee without a ‘good morning’ and raised a mug while he read the journal, fishing articles about The Bad Guys to share with the crew. Going for a walk around pine trees tightened your throat, because the smell was so much like his; You only realized how affectionate he was by going touch starved for an entire year. A muffled voice over jail’s shitty phone wasn't enough.

“The day you’re released, Diane asked if I wanted to get you guys home,” you said. “But I still needed time to figure this out. And when I did I couldn’t look you in the eye without wanting to bury my head on the sidewalk.”

“Wait a second,” Wolf said, way too amused. “Is that why we didn’t see you for a month? You said your grandma needed support because her dog died.”

“I know, I lied!” You buried your face in your hands. “I’m a terrible person, my grandma doesn’t even have a dog.” You dragged your hands through your face and looked up at Wolf. “You’re not supposed to find out like this, I’m sorry, Wolf.”

“Hey, it’s fine. Don’t beat yourself over it.”

“I confessed to you in an elevator while you literally dragged my drunk butt.”

He smiled.

“It wasn’t the most embarrassing thing you did last night.”

“Oh, god.” You shrunken on yourself, hiding your face. Sadly, it didn’t make you disappear. “Kill me, have mercy and kill me right now.” You shrunk even more when Wolf laughed.

As you repeated your death wish prayers, Wolf’s hands took yours, peeling them off your face, not a glimpse of mockery on his eyes, but a look you only ever imagined he would give you.

“Did you mean to do that as well?” His big hand ghosted over your check. “It’s fine if you didn’t, I just wanna know.”

Your bones all melted, lucky you’re getting quite good at standing on weak knees. He was so close, his scent invading  your senses and messing with your brain. Body pulling into his, you hold on the sink tightened so much  you thought it was going to crack. Stupid as your actions were, the drinks did nothing but feed the already existing flame. You wanted him, craved the intentional touch that came from a place of passion instead of friendship.

You leaned into the hand on your cheek.

“Yeah,” you said.

Wolf’s cold nose brushed against the overheated skin on your face.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Letting go of the sink, you placed your hands on his chest. “I did.”

Inches apart, you closed your eyes and tilted your head.

Sparks flew when his lips touched yours. So very sweet and gentle, Wolf pulled your face closer, claws tangling with your bird’s nest of a hair. You ran your hands up the velvety shirt, his accelerated pulse not going unnoticed when you reached his ruffled neck. Your checks began to hurt and you realized you’ve been smiling through the kiss.

You panted when he let go of you; not for lack of air, but a worthless attempt from your body to cool itself down. Gushes of air couldn’t put down the blaze within you. You kissed. You kissed the man you’ve been in love with for too long, and it felt better than you could ever imagine because it was real and you didn’t sink in guilt once the pining fantasy was over. You kissed, and by the blissful way he looked at you and how his tail cut the air with the wagging, you’re safe to assume he felt the same.

“Now that the mojitos are out of the picture,” Wolf said. “How much of last night do you still mean right now?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pink fog blurred your surroundings and your body grew too hot for your clothes. 

“All of it,” you whispered against his lips.

Wolf gripped your waist and pulled you up on the kitchen counter, legs spread to accommodate him between them, sealing his mouth to yours again. When his tongue brushed against your lips, you parteted them with pleasure; his to explore as he wished, and good grace, he did. Slow and deep, fervor followed from your tongue to your sex. Wolf squeezed your waist and you gripped the back of his shirt, back arched as well as every hair on your body.

He let go of your mouth, hot breath now on your neck, whoever, no pressure from his teeth. He stared, conflicted, you assumed by his knitted eyebrows. With a maw filled with piercing teeth, you understood why, and should be at least a little scared, yet no fear crept to you. How could it when he made you feel so secure?

 You exposed your neck to him and caressed his back. A contempt sigh brushed your skin, followed by a velvet tongue and a soft nibble.

“Moe…” you moaned, legs locked around his waist.

He hummed against you and pulled your hips closer, your body whimpered when Wolf grinded against you. You held to him as if your life depended on it, rational brain melted into aphrodisiac mush as one single thought remained: Fuck me.

“Fuck…” You squeezed him between your legs.

“That’s the idea,” His hand slid up your shirt.

And that’s when you remembered. You’re on the kitchen counter.

“Wait, wait-” you said. His hand froze in place and you catched half lidded eyes growing three times in size. “My bedroom.”

Any pity you might have felt for scaring the hornyness out of him fell in its face when he gave you the bastard grin.

“Ah,” Wolf tapped the corner of his mouth. “You know, I recall someone saying I could do her anywhere.”

Ice water poured over the fire in your loins.

“Oh no.” You groaned into your hands.

“In the shower, the kitchen counter-”

“Stop Talking.”

“Even against the window. That was a surprising one.”

“Shut up, shut up! It wasn’t me talking, it was the mojitos.”

“Allow me to paraphrase then.” Wolf took your hands off his face, and you never wanted to smack him more than now. “It was one of those ‘alcohol in, truth out situations’.”

If you weren’t head over hills for the asshole, you'd put back your hills to kick him out in a literal, painful sense. Since that wasn’t a viable option, you put on your best displeased face and stare him dead in the eye.

“Keep talking and I will blue ball you.”

His smile dropped.

“So is your bedroom the door to the left?”

Wolf had his hand on the small of your back, soft kisses on your shoulders and neck during the short hallway walk kept your insides fuzzy. You opened the door to the white bedroom, noon sun filtered by the semi sheer curtains in your favorite color, matching the still tidy queen sized bed sheets. Presentable enough, even if Wolf knew how much of a mess you could make, a wrinkled bed and clothes scattered on the floor didn’t set the best romantic mood. 

You sat on your bed with a bounce, hands stretched for Wolf. He sunk into you, deep kiss and fingers on your hair, he laid you on the pillows, pulling one strand out of your face.

“Aren’t you pretty?” he said, gazing at your mascara stained face and possibly blood shot eyes.

“You’re one to talk.” 

Wolf quirked his head.

“Am I now?” he said, amused.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know how hot you are.”

“Can you believe that I don’t? Mind telling me?” You rolled your eyes with a chuckle. Oh the dangers of stroking this man’s inflated ego. You supported yourself on your elbows and cleaned your throat, one dramatic hand over your chest.

“Mr. Wolf, you’re painfully handsome, hotter than the sun, and I could stare at you for longer than any pretentious art piece.” You smiled, proud of your little act. “Happy?”

You expected a chuckle, a playfully annoyed look, but your heart fluttered with the genuine delight in his face. Oh, he liked that. Good to know.

Wolf shook his head, snapping out of the awestruck look.

“Yeah, that was…” he said. “Good enough description, nice delivery. Gonna take it.”

Your hands held each side of his face, thumb stroking it gently. How could he look more bashful now then when you flirted with him? 

“You are really handsome, you know.”

He leaned in your palms, snuggling in them, you were sure he was going to melt in your hands. 

“My pretty girl.” He kissed your wrist.

‘My’, your head became light. ‘My’, he said.

He kissed you with fervor, hand roaming from your lower leg to your tight, and up the naked skin under your shirt, tickling your stomach. He slowed down at the curve of your waist, the oh so light claws against it sending goosebumps up and down your torso, shirt lifted along the way. Waltzing to your back, he did  quick work unclasping your bra, tension leaving your shoulders and overnight restrained breasts. You lifted your arms as he took off your shirt and bra together and tossed them away. You held your breath as he stared at your chest; shameless, Wolf gave your right breast a soft squeeze. You gasped, face much ablaze in a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. Your heartbeat shook you from head to toe, and Wolf’s hand on your chest might just feel it; hell he might just hear it, so dramatically loud.

He lowered his muzzle to the top of your head to place a kiss, his covered chest in reachable distance, the pretty fancy shirt blocked the view. You opened the buttons and ran your hand through the light cream fur, never getting tired of how silky he was. Wolf’s shirt soon joined yours in a forgotten corner, you now free to devour him with your eyes, taking in the curves from his lean muscles and hints of ochre mixed with the warm gray of his fur. Where your hands had been left ruffled up marks; you itched to do so in all visible places, ruffle every little hair, front and back, a reminder of where he let you touch him.

He squeezed your breasts, thumbs rolling over your nipples;  you pulled his chest fur, a breathy moan on the back of your throat escaping when his wet tongue touched the sensitive bud, circling around it before taking into his mouth. 

“Oh, fuck…” You squeezed his shoulders, grip tightened when Wolf hummed around you.

His hand massaged and sparsely pinched your other breast. Uneven breath, you tried to control yourself, nails digging a little too hard on his shoulder - You didn’t want to claw him, not when he’d been so careful with you, but oh, how hard it was to control your squirming body, needy for more and unable to steady itself. 

Wolf let go of your breasts. You contained a pitiful whine and he chuckled at your pout.

“Like that, sweetheart?” 

Your heart leaped. ‘Sweetheart’.

“Yeah, you did so well ” you praised, receiving a similar delighted look on his face. “Felt really good.”

Fur on his cheeks ruffled up, he tugged at your pants waistband, sliding it down your hip bone.

“Gonna make you feel even better, pretty girl.”

Your hips jolted up, hot antecipation between your legs, where you wanted him in so bad, so, so ready to be fucked out of your mind. 

“Please do.”

Your pants out of the way, he traced kisses from your jaw down to your stomach; cherishing the sensation, you eagerly waited for the sound of an unbuckling belt, arousal so intense it started to turn painful. But Wolf kept kissing down, lower, lower, his lips brushing the inner of your tights. You yelped when he muzzled your clothed clit, hot air against your soaked panties. You would wind up crazy by the end of this.

“Moe, please,” you breathed out, hips bucking forward. “Please, touch me.”

“No need to ask, sweetheart.” His claws slid down your panties - you couldn't get rid of them fast enough.

You caught his mouth watering, looking at you as if your smell made him drunk.

Wolf’s tongue dragging a line along your heat, savoring your taste with licks and wet kisses. You choked into your moan, gripping his head and pulling as if his mouth could get any closer. You clenched around nothing, excruciating in your own greedy pleasure, because there was no way in the world he could put his fingers inside of you. Oh, but you’re wrong. As if he read your mind, Wolf pushed his tongue inside you, ripping a pornographic moan from your throat, as he rubbed your clit up and down. if he kept on like that, the knocks growing  tighter on your belly would come undone in his mouth. The image melted you like lava.

Still, you wanted more. It would be so easy to let yourself go, turn into a quivering mess and let him pleasure you for as long as your body would take - which wasn’t for much longer, regardless. But you craved something different; not a skilled mouth and divine fingers - him. So deep inside you, making you forget where your body ended and his started. You wanted to feel Wolf entirely, and for him to feel you as well. Him - you needed him.

Gentle and firm, you pulled his head away, maw glistened with your sinful fluids.

“You’re okay?” he said, worry in his eyes.

“Fuck me.” You sounded desperate to your own ears. His claws sunk in your tights. “I want you, Moe, I want you so bad, fuck me.”

He stared at you in awe, letting out a shaky breath. Something shifted in the air, even if for a brief moment, before Wolf got himself out of trance, you swore he stared at you like a starved predator. He stood on his knees, unbuckled belt revealing a clear voluptuous outline on his black underwear.

“No little hearts this time?” You raised a brow with a smile.

He laughed, a deeper sound than usual.

“Ditched those a while ago.”

His bothersome underwear out of the way, a red, generous erection greeted you, glistering raw shade and leaking pre cum made your mouth water and rub your tights. Wolf crowned on top of you, holding one side of your waist, light kisses scattered over your face and neck. You scratched behind his left ear, earning a contempt sigh he leaned in your hand. Hot and adorable, he felt too good to be real, as if at any moment you’d wake up with a crippling headache on the floor. Yet it was reality, yours to touch, and shamelessly feel, and it was so good; He had been so good to you, got you shivering in lust, bubbling with joy, he was such a-

Amid sweet touches, a light switched on in your head.

“Good boy,” you cooed.

Wolf went stiff. Claws tore the bed sheets - sinking in the mattress. The familiar wag of his tail brushed your lower legs.

“Fuck,” he whimpered, face hidden in your neck.

“You like that, Wolfie?” 

He nodded with a whine. A once feared wanted criminal, feared by many due to his sheer size and sharpness, heist mastermind, completely melted with praises; and yet it made so much sense, of course he would like it. You would call him adorable to his face if not for it taking a blow to his ego; Maybe another time. 

“My good boy.” You cupped his flushed face out of hiding and rubbed his cheeks. “You’re doing so well, taking such good care of me.”

His hips rolled against you with a choked groan, spams running through you like lighting.

“Look what you do to me, sweetheart.”

“Should do it more often.”

“Oh, I agree.” He repeated the motion. “Wouldn't mind squeezing it on my daily schedule.”

Your heavy eyelids shot open.

“Daily?”

“Why not?”

“Because I like walking!”

“Awn.” Wolf placed one hand over his chest. “You flatter me.”

You playfully slapped his arm, giggling together, one relaxed moment before boiling anticipation.

Wold align himself with your warmth, the simple pressure made you whimper; legs wrapping around his waist.

“Ready?”he said.

“Yes.”

 Careful and slow, he pushed in. Your wet core accommodated each inch with relative ease - blazing ache replaced by relief, the sparks from your previous edged orgasm making your toes curl and head lean back. 

“Fuck… you’re good?” Wolf panted, whole of length buried inside you.

Oh, just ‘good’ wasn’t enough, you’re fucking wonderful, fantastic, filled to the abslute brim in a way that fogged your mind.Wolf hissed when you clenched around him.

“Yeah, I’m good.” You held onto his back and pulled him for a messy kiss. “Move for me?” you said, voice covered in honey.

A handful of your tight and the other leaned on the mattress, Wolf slid himself out and sunk back in, making you see stars. Your needy sounds filling the room with each thrust on a steady pace- he reached deep inside you, fucked your sanity away so good that you didn’t miss the ability to think for a second. He squeezed the plump of your ass; sucked and nibbled wherever his mouth would reach. Pine forest cologne mixed the smell of sex in the hot bedroom.

“Fuck, Moe- that’s it. Don’t stop… Fuck …  just like this” you mewled, tension building on your muscles. “Good boy, good boy-”

His pace turned wild the moment praise left your lips. You cried in pleasure, nails digging on his back.

“Shit, sweetheart… Not going to last like this.”

Oh, yes, yes yes! Fuck, yes. You’re so cock drunk you didn’t want anything more than for him to make a mess inside of you.

His hand found your clit, circling sloppy rubs; you all but screamed, clawing his back.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Good boy, good boy- Fuck!”

Your legs squeezed and pulled him close enough to immobilize his hips, making him grind inside you. Wolf pulled one of your hands tearing at his back, tangling your fingers together, a couple more seconds of him buried inside you and more rubs on your overstimulated clit for you to roll back your eyes and come undone. It didn't take long for Wolf to follow suit, shallow grinds through your intense orgasm before thrusting deep. He reached his high with a reverberating  growl.

Through your blissed out state you tried to catch your breath, muscles shivering, Wolf’s hand clenching and unclenching yours.

Coherent thought began its way back to you, pants becoming steady breaths, legs sliding down and hands stuck in a claw position, off Wolf’s mistreated back. He winced.

“Sorry…” You said.

“It’s fine.”

With a tired smile, he pulled out of you, Softly nuzzling your cheek and kissing on the bridge of your nose. You reciprocated with a peck on his muzzle, embracing him and his warmth that covered you better than a fluffy blanket. He laid by your side and you snuggled in his chest, ear on his heartbeat. Wolf’s hands steadied your fluttery state, rubbing circles on your lower back. 

“You’re okay?” He said.

“Uhum, I’m great. Actually…” You played with his chest fur. “I might add this to my daily schedule.”

“That good, huh?”

You felt his ego inflate and take up the whole room.

“As expected from such a good boy.”

Said ego blew back on his face. He winched. 

“Yeah, about that. Let’s keep it between us, alright?”

“Relax, Moe. I won’t embarrass you in front of the others.”

He sighed.

“Thank you.”

“... Good boy.”

Wolf hissed, head buried in your hair. You failed holding back chuckles.

“Sorry, sorry.” You said, kissing his chest. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop.”

Moe snuggled his chin over your head. You closed your eyes and caved to the comfort that was him and your bed, sun warming your naked body through the curtains, outside world muted. Diane could call and say somebody stole the moon, you still would not leave this little piece of heaven. 

Your hungry stomach, however, was not Diane, and took now out of all times to complain that it only had a green juice today. 

You sat up, away Wolf’s grasp, feeling like a monster when he looked at you like a lost and kicked puppy.

“Don’t give that look.” Your shoulder blades popped with a nice stretch. “I’m just hungry.”

“Oh?” He immediately sifted to his trademark smile and sat up as well. “Let’s go out then.”

Go out? You’re planning on eating leftovers and staying in bed with him all day! Maybe gatter the willpower to clean yourself, but that was a big maybe.

“What? Right now? Moe, I’m sweaty and-” You held back before saying ‘sticky’ “- a mess.”

“Come on, we can get brunch at that bistro you like, my treat.” He put in his pants and searched for the lost shirt.

Now that he mentioned, that place had your favorite dish.

“Can we get custard tarts?”

“All the custard tarts you can eat, sweetheart.” He buttoned up his shirt, waiting for your answer.

Well, it was a better option than getting who-knows-what collecting frost in your fridge, and a shower sounded nice.

“Give me fifteen minutes.”

“It’s a date,” Wolf said, kissing your heated check. “I’ll get the wallet and wait in the car.” He opened the door, but raised his finger before walking out. “I almost forgot.” He turned on his heel and winked at you. “Love you too, pretty girl.”

Wolf left you alone. Five minutes already gone by when you stepped in the shower, because that’s how long it took you to stop gushing like a teenager.

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[cleverri]

What sort of petnames would the Bad Guys call their S/O, if any?

THE BAD GUYS x READER | written by MOD okari

NOTE: Thank you so much for the request, anon!! Pet names are so cute, personally ‘darling’ and ‘babydoll’ are my favorite. :-)

warnings; none

Mr. Wolf, Mr. Snake, Mr. Piranha, Mr. Shark, and Mrs. Tarantula pet names for their S/O...

Mr. Wolf

Darling / Sweetheart / Doll

Aside from sweetheart, which we’ve heard from him in the movie, I totally feel like Wolf would use ‘darling’ and ‘doll’ when teasing you or when a sentimental moment happens! Watch out for that playful flirting involving pet names – it’s going to happen. ;-)

Mr. Snake

Sugar

Okay so sure, he normally says it in a teasing / annoyed tone, take it while you can!! I don’t honestly see Snake being big on pet names and he uses them sparingly, but if you’re not into them either then that's totally cool! If you are, give an abundance of pet names – never say his actual name. Feast on his annoyed groans, find one that causes him to stop functioning for a few seconds. He’ll totally love that one, I promise. * wink wink *

Mr. Piranha

[ NOTES: google translate used, i apologize if a word isn’t used correctly! ]

Mi Estrella / Cariño / Ángel / Cute Stuff / LITERALLY ANY PET NAME INSERT IT HERE

This man.

I almost 100% know this guy will spend hours serenading you and speaking on your beauty. Every pet name ever used has come out of this man's mouth when speaking to you / talking about you / talking about your beauty to your face – sometimes you’re suspicious that he doesn’t actually know your real name and has been using all these pet names to cover it up.

Mr. Shark

Honey / Honeybuns / Sweetie / Precious / Pumpkin / Sugarcube

I feel like he uses them more than Snake and Wolf, but not as much as Piranha – he’s the middle man! He’ll almost always use them as a greeting!! I really feel like he says them in this really soft, calm voice that just makes you melt before you can respond. You also think he’s hungry a lot because 4 / 6 of them are usually food names. 

Mrs. Tarantula

Babydoll / Babe 

I think Webs has a loose, casual sort of style when it comes to pet names! I can imagine her calling you up, or if you go on heist with the gang talking to you through your com and opening with ���hey babe,” she really strikes me as the type of gal that would use ‘babe’ the majority of the time while ‘babydoll’ is reserved for softer times and goodnight texts. :-)

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[manicfayedreamgirl]

if i got some mr wolf thirsts in my ask box i WOULD NOT complainnn

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[klarex]

I love your headcanons! Could you please do some for how Wolf, Snake and Piranha react to being out on a date with their s/o when a stranger makes a snide comment about them being together and their s/o turns around and verbally DESTROYS the jerk while praising how wonderful they are?

Thanks😊

Genre: fluff

Warnings: aggressive reader and stupid people, light swearing

Summary: You are on a date, but some JERK came and destroyed it, but not fully ;-;

Paring: Mr. Wolf, Mr. Snake, Mr. Piranha x reader (HCS)

Jerk

Not my gif

Mr. Wolf

Wolf invited you for a date in a restaurant fancy ;).

Unfortunately the table was in the middle of a room and everyone were passing your table.

At the end of a date, when the two of you were eating your dessert some jerk decided to mumbles: "Your boyfriend isn't really amazing, ya know? I can do better than him." in your ear.

You were furious and stood up fastly, grabbing his shoulder.

- "He is the MOST amazing boyfriend I have ever had, if you don't see it you shouldn't be talking!"

You said and let go of him. Everyone stared at you, but later they just came back to their talking with friends, lovers and waitresses.

Wolf stared at you with shock. He quickly asked for a bill and the two of you left after few minutes.

First thing he did was hugging you and pulling you into a kiss.

When you two pulled apart you could see his eyes little wet.

- "Did you mean it?"

- "Of course I did, Wolf. You are the most amazing person I have ever met and I'm really serious right now."

After that you got to the base and spend time together.

Mr. Snake

He took you out to pizzeria in the middle of a nice and big park.

You sat on a wooden bench, far away from others.

Pizza was great. Even Snake agreed!

When the two of you slowly started heading back to the base, you saw a stall with some cookies and you pulled Snake to it.

You asked for a bag with cookies with chocolate toppings.

The man behind the cash desk gave you your bag while mumbling under his breath: "They are so hot. I wonder why they have this ugly boyfriend.."

After that, you quickly took your bag from his hands and said: "He is the most beautiful and caring boyfriend I have ever had! So shut the hell up!"

And with that you two walked away. All the way to the base Snake had a smirk on his face while you were eating aggressively your cookies >:).

Later you and Snake cuddled not really wanting to talk about it.

Mr. Piranha

He took you for a walk and ice cream.

I think he isn't such a guy who would take you to restaurants. Maybe only when it's an anniversary.

He bought you your favorite ice cream and took you to new place in town, of course there were a lot of people.

There were a lot of stalls with mini games with prizes and Piranha wanted to win something for you, but he couldn't hit anything.

Later when Piranha was struggling with throwing balls at cans, some random guy came behind you and said: "Maybe I will win something for you, princess/prince/royalty. Cause I can see your boyfriend is struggling.."

You turned around and said: "He not may be the best at this, but he is the best boyfriend, so back the heck off!"

He didn't say anything and just walked away. Meanwhile Piranha cheered, because he won a plush for you.

He gave it to you with a smile on his face.

Yes, he didn't even saw this guy and you are really thankful for that, cause if he knew he would beat the shit out of him.

Later both of you slowly went to the base and watched a movie :).

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[yandere-toons]

Mr Wolf, Mr Snake, Mr Piranha, Mr Shark, Ms Tarantula

Platonic & Romantic Headcanons – Yandere

WARNING: violence, reference to death, implied stalking + cyberstalking, psychological manipulation, toxic mindsets.

A.N. - Yippee-Ki-Yay.

PLATONIC:

Each member of this criminal gang thinks of themselves as the unspoken favourite, and their methods for proving it can either work well together or end in chaos. Ms Tarantula crashes a stock market of their friend's choosing while Mr Shark hands them a push pop so they can cool off and watch Wall Street panic at the same time.

The real conflict begins with Mr Piranha dubbing himself the favourite as soon as their friend says anything positive about him, which is seen as a challenge by Mr Wolf, who steps in to call himself the favourite because he introduced the friend to the rest of the group.

Mr Snake broods in the background of most of these contests, only getting involved when one of his teammates or the fighting itself is hijacking his time with their friend. He seizes the opportunity to ask them if they want to hunt guinea pigs together and deliberately chooses a spot far away from the other members.

The rest of the crew finds him anyway thanks to Ms Tarantula's skills in tracking their friend through surveillance cameras. If anyone doubts him, Snake blames the guinea pigs for running away instead of admitting that he did not want any chance of someone else coming along.

Mr Wolf enjoys prying into their friend's personal life and making jokes about the information he receives to ease suspicions. It is his way of being prepared for anything that they may say or do to get out of a job, and if he catches them in a lie, Mr Wolf exposes it where his comrades can listen and add to the peer pressure.

Even though Mr Piranha and Mr Shark tend to trust their friend without much difficulty, Mr Snake is a cynic. Plus, Ms Tarantula has their personal information on file, so she can fact-check any story they give.

If their friend is seeking to deny any involvement with the crew, its members conspire to make this as difficult as possible. Mr Wolf tosses a stolen pearl to them from the window of the escape car, Piranha does not stop waving until the car turns the corner, and Tarantula probes the traffic cameras to plan each crime around when they will be present.

Shark chats about life with their friend when he is supposed to be undercover or on the lookout for security, which results in a balagan on the comms as half the team tells Shark to focus and the other half asks questions about what their friend is doing.

Snake is of the mind that their mutual friend should be the one reaching out to him, but he will not be stopped by police sirens or a blaring alarm when he has something to say to them.

He is rather mean-spirited, especially when he feels betrayed, so Mr Snake is not above public humiliation by way of tossing a piece of evidence at them that places them under the glaring eye of the law.

Crushing their reputation until they have to resort to crime to pay the bills is his fallback plan, one that his teammates come to support before Mr Wolf has a change of heart.

ROMANTIC:

Despite his cantankerous attitude towards their partner interacting with people outside of the crew, Snake is ready to threaten and bully whoever fails to give them what he considers their due.

Piranha is equally poised to attack others for doubting their partner and evoking any kind of negative emotion in them. However, Piranha's impulsiveness and Snake's hostility have led to many unnecessary fights and close calls.

A common situation would involve this: Snake eats someone for jaywalking in front of their friend's car and nearly causing them to crash. Piranha cheers for him in the background, while Mr Shark performs the Heimlich maneuver on Snake to force him to cough up the latest victim.

Mr Wolf then charms their way out of another attempted murder charge, schmoozing any witnesses and first responders just long enough for Tarantula to wipe the camera footage.

Piranha believes they are privy to his inner thoughts and assumes that anything they say or do in his presence is directed at him. He either forgets or does not understand why this may affect how they react to him sprinting at them with a handful of flowers still wet from the vase he broke.

Along with Mr Wolf, Mr Piranha is the type who likes to take the microphone from Tiffany Fluffit and repeat a special message to their partner on national television while bags of stolen money are draped over his back and Mr Snake is shouting at him to get in the car.

Governor Foxington condemns the Bad Guys' actions in public, but in private, she advises Mr Wolf to stop the chase and argues that he and his team are jeopardising their own redemptions.

While their partner is swimming in bad publicity and cannot turn the TV on without hearing Rupert Marmalade bash them for being an alleged accomplice to the Bad Guys, Mr Wolf holds a team meeting.

He discusses how to win their partner's loyalty and takes suggestions that include everything from bribing them with gold bars to robbing their place of employment until they seek alternative work.

The bait is taken in an unexpected way when Chief Luggins jumps at the obvious connection and issues an APB on their partner, charging them with conspiracy to commit grand theft and calling for their arrest.

Piranha and Shark are infuriated by the news and start plotting an explosive jailbreak within seconds of hearing it, but Wolf and Tarantula urge their teammates to pursue more subtle methods. Snake is bitter about the fact that their partner has not officially joined the team and suggests that the crew should let them rot in a cell for a few days.

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[the-yoru-whoru]

Literally no one asked for this lol | Mr. Wolf x Reader | your cute wolf bf keeps holding back for some reason… so u decide to tease him till he snaps | reader is a human so this is kinda weird but yeah | no one here is a furry but idc I loved the movie and he’s hot | no explicit n*fw but very suggestive content | mostly spoiler free

The first time he pulls away you feel a bit hurt. One second he’s kissing your little mouth with his soft muzzle, tongue prodding curiously at your lips, the next he’s scrambling backwards, eyes wide, pupils blown out, and chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to regain his breath. It only takes a minute or two before he’s regaining his composure, avoiding your questions with practiced ease and distracting you with wholesome cuddles that have you scratching behind his ear, wondering what went wrong.

It happens again at the library, as your books lay forgotten on the carpeted floor, Mr. Wolf leaning you up against a bookshelf with his lanky frame towering over you as he kisses at your neck. You are clutching onto his shoulders, face red with want and arousal. You make a small moan, and your wolf immediately freezes, before he sets you down gently, pulling away with a guarded expression. You urge him to continue, panties uncomfortably wet and lips still agape as you plead with him, but he only swoops up your books from the ground to carry them, nudging you playfully and telling you to focus on the textbooks you need.

Your relationship was happy, the two of you got along nearly perfectly. He was supportive and sweet in every way, and you could tell he was being genuine when he talked about how much he cared about you. But you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want more. You had wants and needs. And Mr. Wolf clearly wanted it too, he was just holding back for some reason. And you were determined to change that.

“Can you put this necklace on for me?” You called for him without looking away from the mirror, checking out your outfit slowly.

You heard heavy steps behind you, “Sure thing, baby.”

Turning around, you smiled as you tilted your face upwards, looking at him smile at you fondly. You placed the silver necklace into his hands gently, showing him where the small clasp was, and turning back towards the mirror, sweeping your hair to the side and watching his expression in the mirror.

You saw him falter at the sight of your bare skin, yellow eyes darting quickly between the necklace and its destination. He carefully wove the necklace around your neck, and you watched him fumble with the thin silver, his huge paws extremely noticeable on either side of your head.

Mr. Wolf gulped, “Let me know if I hurt you, sweetheart. These hands ain’t good for much else then stealing and driving you know.”

You giggled, “Mr. Wolf, don’t you steal rings and purses from right under peoples noses? Surely you can put on a simple necklace.”

“Yeah, well, more used to taking these things off them putting them back on,” He mumbles absentmindedly, yellow eyes narrowed as he tries and fails to fit the clasp, “Shit, why is this so difficult…”

“Don’t worry sweetie,” You hum, “I’m sure your hands are good for other things.”

He just makes a noise of acknowledgment, focus still on the clasp.

You put your hands on his, stopping him from fiddling anymore, “I mean, just look at the size of them.”

You slowly lead them to rest around your neck, the light pressure on your throat enough to make you flush red. He freezes completely. You look in the mirror, savouring the image. He was wearing some sweats and a black t shirt, forearms exposed, fur slightly tussled from an earlier cuddle session.

“Just look how big they are, Mr. Wolf,” You murmur, “I love it.”

The wolf laughs nervously, tugging his paws away from your hold gently, “Careful there. Wouldn’t want to accidentally give you a cut, sweetheart.”

You are all too aware of the sharp nails that rest extremely close to your face, but you just pull him back softly, “Oh but I know you would never hurt me. And if you did, who knows, I might even like it.”

“Excuse me?” He sputters, and you can see his face turn red in the mirror.

“You heard me,” You say quietly.

Mr. Wolf clears his throat, looking at the ground rather at your eyes. His hands still rest lightly on either side of your head, and they are actually rather warm and fuzzy. You like it.

You feel his shift behind you, “But…Aren’t you ever afraid I’ll hurt you? Like, really hurt you?”

“No,” you immediately answer, “You would never.”

“How can you feel so sure?” You can hear his voice near your ear now, he’s leaned in closer, eyes locked onto your neck, breath slightly heavy.

You press your backside into him, letting your small frame be dwarfed by his, “Because you care about me, Mr. Wolf.”

“And I care about you too. So you can hurt me. Just make it feel good.”

Your necklace silently slips out of his fingers and onto the floor. He’s trembling behind you and you glance curiously at his face instead of the mirror.

“Mr. Wolf?” You ask when he’s stays quiet.

You’re startled when he actually growls, the sound deep and ragged, making a shiver run through your body.

He doesn’t move his hands from your neck, or pull away, instead he nuzzles his face close to you, pupils blown out, and maw slightly agape.

“Why…why do you have to say things like that? Can’t you see it’s hard to control myself as is?” He doesn’t sound angry, just frustrated, an air of desperation in his tone. “Even now I just want to mark up that pretty human neck so fucking bad. You’re making it so damn hard for me, sweetheart.”

His words send a heat straight to your core, and you can’t help but let out a small whimper. His spine goes ramrod straight at the sound, and before he can scramble away you grab onto his hands, pulling softly at the plush fur. He doesn’t yank them away, (you suspect he’s scared of hurting you), but he starts to sweat nervously.

“Moe please. I’m not so fragile as you think,” You say breathlessly.

You can tell he’s on the cusp of giving in. His eyes keep darting to your lips, and his hands twitch in your grip.

He shakes his head, as if trying to dispel a fog, “Baby, look at yourself.”

You make a noise of question.

One of his hands pulls itself gently from your grip, and wraps around your thin wrist instead, “You see how small you are? How easily I could snap this arm if I got carried away? How easy it would be to simply squeeze until it cracked?”

There’s silence.

He continues, “And look at this face,” Mr. Wolf prods at your cheek, the gesture making you giggle a bit despite his serious tone, “So soft. And cute. One small scrape from my claws and you’re bleeding. Maybe even a scar.”

Then he moves down to your small waist, hand placed almost possessively, “And here,”

He pauses, and you wait patiently for him to speak again.

“If I so much as press down too hard on these lovely hips, you’d have bruises for weeks.” He says, but he looks almost enchanted by the idea.

You finally talk again, turning around fully and putting a hand to his face gently. The two of you almost look like you’re dancing, with his hands on your hips and your arms stretched out just to reach him.

“Like I said,” You continued firmly, “I know for a fact you would never hurt me too badly. You’re my good boy.”

Mr. Wolf’s tail starts to sway slowly, the rustling almost loud in the quiet room. He still makes no move to touch you further, but you can see the fluff up in his cheeks when you called him that nickname.

“And you wanna be my good boy, right Mr. Wolf?” You say softly, looking up at him through your lashes.

The only warning you get is a snarl, before you are on your back, letting out a small gasp from the impact. He’s on top of you quickly, large body pinning you down easily, fuzzy face nuzzling desperately at your neck, licking and kissing until you’re moaning, wriggling against the floor and his heavy frame. One of your hands automatically goes up to scratch the coarse fur behind his ears, and you’re surprised when instead of going limp like he usually does, the wolf actually moans, the sound drawn out and full of satisfaction. It makes you want him even more.

“Want you so bad,” Your wolf barely manages to growl out, his voice going deeper and deeper no matter how many times he clears his throat, “Is it really okay? Can I do this to you? Really?”

Instead of answering him, you roll your hips against him as best you can, and before you know it he’s grabbing your hips roughly and slamming them back down against the ground, upper lip curved upward to reveal his sharp teeth. He bared them menacingly, but you just reach up and trail a finger around the side of his jaw, before making contact with the pearly whites of his teeth. He lets you gently pry them open, and he licks at your fingers, intense gaze never leaving your face. The more you explore his sharp canines, the more Mr. Wolf starts to shrink, face turning a bit worried.

“Like em’?” He asks nervously, taking care not to move his jaw too much while your fingers are in his mouth.

You feel warm knowing that he was still treating you with such tenderness, “I do.”

He gulps, then pauses, “Then can I…” He trails off.

It’s almost funny how nervous and careful he was being, even though he was on top of you, basically holding you down. You move your hands to behind his ear again, looking up at him fondly.

“What is it?”

He coughs, and raises his head away from you, looking to the side, “Can I mark you up a little bit? I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

You answer almost immediately, “Yes. Please, I’ve been waiting for this for so long.”

Mr. Wolf seems taken back by your admission, but then breaks out into a sly grin.

“Alright then,” He says, swooping down to come closer to you again, “Let’s see if you really aren’t as fragile as you look, shall we?”

You barely get the chance to nod before he’s licking your neck, the new sensation making you squirm under him. A massive hand pushes down on your shoulders, keeping you still as he kisses at your throat, and you can feel his breathing get heavier and heavier the more noises you make.

“Oh!” You can’t help but gasp when he nips softly at your skin, teeth lightly grazing your pulse.

Mr. Wolf freezes, but you are quick to reassure him.

“It feels good; please don’t stop,” you say breathlessly.

It’s only a moment before he’s back at work, biting and sucking like he couldn’t get enough of your taste. His maw was large enough to easily snap your neck with one bite, but instead of scaring you, the thought just made you more excited, knowing that you really fully trusted this wolf with all your heart.

“God, you look so pretty like this,” He mumbles between bites, “Ya little human neck all sorts of reds and purples…so damn perfect. And you’re all mine. Makes this all so much better. Finally get to hear you make those cute fucking noises. ”

You feel his words rather then hear them, tone full of possessiveness, the deep rumble rocking your small body. Your neck feels a bit sore at this point, and you can feel a slight throb from where his hands grip tightly at your shoulders and waist. But you feel greedy; you want more.

“Mr. Wolf,” You say, face flushed and body unbearably warm, “Please take off your shirt for me. I want to see you.”

He pulls away from you, hot breath brushing against your face, “Ah—alright sweetheart. But only if you’ll take off yours too.”

You can’t stop the small squeak you make when he leans in close, devious smirk on his face,“I wanna see if I can mark up the rest of your body too.”

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#mr wolf #the bad guys #mr wolf x reader #reader #imagine #writing #reader insert #the bad guys mr wolf #wolf #moe wolf #what the heck

[payaso-affairs]

Gonna post Mr. Wolf headcanons because its important

The touchy touchy type of affectionate

his love language is DEFINITELY acts of service and the movie backs this up big time

Gift giving a little too but mainly the first

The type to be all suave and cool and stuff but compliment him genuinely and he MELTS like ice cream

If its from someone he's interested in, he might try to continue playing cool but his flushed face and wagging tail give him away

If its from someone he's dating, he doesn't hide it, he smiles like a smug goof and his tail wags VERY obviously smkflsddn

He's a bit of a light weight and a sentimental drunk to boot

My guy would get all touchy with his crush, nothing weird ofc. He's just putting his arm around their shoulders and complimenting them like he's seeing a deity of beauty in person

If they're dating, he give. wet smooches, and its gross but like geeze thanks hon lets get some bread and water in ya-

I feel like he'd hangover pretty bad too. Headaches and light sensitivity and such. Good excuse to hold him tho-

BRO don't abuse the little pet spot behind his ear but like 👀👀👀 don't ignore it either

#the bad guys #mr wolf #headcanons #self ship #romantic f/o #very romancey not that platonic #might do platonic ones later #self insert #mr wolf x reader #sort of

[cloudzzcore]

THE BAD GUYS MASTERLIST

Where all my Bad guys works are found!!

The bad guys

Mr. Wolf

Nothing yet.

Mr. Snake

Nothing yet.

Mr. Piranha

Nothing yet.

Mr. Shark

Nothing yet.

Ms. Tarantula

Nothing yet.

Diane Foxington

Nothing yet.

#mr piranha #mr shark #mr snake #mr snake x mr wolf #mr wolf #mr wolf x diane foxington #mr wolf x reader #mr. piranha #mr. shark #ms tarantula #ms. tarantula #diane foxington #the bad guys #the bad guys 2022

[notkimberlyerikson]

i'm a little bit proud of this one, but i'll probably regret it later i bet

Rating:

General Audiences

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

F/M

Fandom:

The Bad Guys (Movie 2022)

Relationships:

Mr. Wolf (The Bad Guys)/Reader

Mr. Wolf (The Bad Guys) & Original Character(s)

Characters:

Mr. Wolf (The Bad Guys)

Original Characters

Additional Tags:

First Kiss

Mildly Suggestive

If You Squint - Freeform

Pre-Canon

Alternate Universe - Pre-Canon

Pre-Movie: The Bad Guys (2022)

#mr wolf #mr wolf x reader #the bad guys #dreamworks #bad guys #the bad guys movie #animation #self insert

[bernraccnt]

little red and the wolf (wolf x afab! reader)

dm requested:  HI!! can i request a NSFW/smut mr. Wolf x fem reader if thats ok and thanks!! 😁😁

i literally had the hardest time writing this but I DID IT

before u read: smut (+18), switch wolf and switch reader, reader and wolf are brat coded i don’t make the rules, still using they/them 4 reader, 2nd person pov, i really enjoy this reader’s characterization if you can’t tell, i also tried not to take it super seriously bc im not a big fan of serious sexy times, i suck at describing things my b

you once heard someone say that nightclubs bring out the most primal instincts in people. and sitting here, at the bar and being blinded by the lighting in the dark, crowded space, you felt inclined to agree with that.

when you were dragged out to the club by an old friend of yours, you wanted nothing more than to drink yourself into a coma and force them to drag your drunk ass home. hell, you were planning on throwing up on their shoes just to make them reconsider ever asking you to do this again.

but, when your eyes trailed along the partygoers, sweat and musk heavy on your nose, and you saw a slim figure already staring back at you, you decided to stop thinking about your future victim and take in how fucking attractive this man was.

even in the shadows of drunk people and a shitty remix of lady gaga’s telephone and shakira’s hips don’t lie blurring your senses, you could tell this guy was a wolf. long grey snout, golden eyes, and a row of teeth-- oh my fucking god, you were nearly salivating over those teeth.

you darted your eyes away before you could be considered a creeper, frantically bringing your glass of whatever bitter drink your friend forced you to order to your lips and chugging. god damn, either you are really thirsty or that man is really fucking hot.

you buried your head into your arms, trying to hold yourself together. even with liquid courage, you could never build up the balls to go over there and lay it thick on him. hell, even if your life depended on it, you’d probably still coward out.

“your outfit’s really nice.” the four words were spoken from a deep voice, one you didn’t recognize. picking your head up, you turned to your right and blanched upon seeing the wolf man leaning against the bar, now a foot away from you. he gave you an almost knowing smirk, “i’m digging the red.”

oh, of course you’re wearing red and talking to a wolf. next thing you know, you’re gonna watch him swallow your grandma. “eh, just threw on the first thing i saw.” you played off, swirling your drink and reeling back your panic. “though, it’s quite ironic that you’re talking to someone in red, ain’t it?”

he seemed to like this connection, let out a chuckle that you found attractive as well. god damn it, why couldn’t he have an ugly laugh? “what can i say? i seem to like the trouble that comes with the color.” fuck, why was that attractive? or were you just drunk? “my name’s wolf. it’s my first time comin’ here and honestly this place is a little too rowdy for me, but if you’re a regular, i feel like i’d reconsider.”

“shit, you think i come here regularly?” you guffawed in his face, smiling far wider than was probably socially acceptable for strangers. you then told him your name, “my friend dragged me here tonight, i don’t go clubbing.”

he mirrored your grin, showcasing a grin full of sharp teeth as he slid into the barstool next to you. “more of a homebody, eh? yeah, i get it.” wow, this guy was speaking your language. “i used to not go out much either. not many people are a big fan of me, y’know how it is.”

the dangerous glint in his eyes made you flustered, but also nagged at the back of your brain. somehow, you knew this guy from somewhere. the mannerisms, the ego, all of it was familiar to your tipsy brain.

but, you chose not to address it, only kept smiling. “that’s surprising! you seem pretty alright to me.” you took another sip of your drink. “what brings you here? i hope you’re not a poor soul like me.”

“eh, wanted to see what all the hype was.” he shrugged, resting both arms on the bar. he waved over the bartender and ordered some fancy drink, something you didn’t care for. “my friends would never drag me anywhere, i do all the dragging.”

“ah, a leader type.” you hummed before you could even stop yourself. “hot.” fuck, why do you say the things you do?

wolf took it in stride, in fact, he even seemed to be elated in your blatant attraction. “glad you think so. you’re not too bad yourself.” he leaned in, as if he was about to tell you a secret. “though, i’d prefer seeing the full masterpiece you are, without clothes that is.”

if this was any piece of shit in this club, you would’ve socked the living hell out of them. but wolf wasn’t exactly ordinary in your standards, so instead, you felt your stomach clench in excitement and had to school your expression.

“we’ll see where the night goes, wolfy.” you teased with a playful wink.

the next few hours of your night was spent sitting right on your spot on that barstool and laughing it up with your newest stranger turned acquaintance. you were so entranced by the charming wolf that when your friend came over and said they wanted to go home, you did a double take.

“ay yo? what time is it?” you fumbled for your phone, eyes widening when it showed you it was nearly four in the morning. “oh shit, we gotta go get an uber.” you grunted under your breath, turning to wolf with an apologetic smile. “hey, man, i’m sorry to cut this short but this dumbass behind me can’t even walk straight.”

“fuck you.” your friend muttered, slurring and swaying as they stood to your left.

wolf let out a hearty laugh, waving you both off. “it’s alright, i’m just sad it couldn’t have been longer.” you physically perked up when he pulled out his phone and tapped on the contacts app, creating a new one before your eyes. “is it alright if i get your number?”

“fuck YES it is.” your mouth spoke before your mind could come up with an actually alright response to his question and you snatched up that phone like it was the last piece of candy on halloween. wolf had trouble hiding his snickers as you frantically typed out your number, made your contact name “hottie at the club”, and took a blurry selfie with flash as your contact photo. that made you giggle so hard it hurt your stomach.

wolf watched with the widest grin as you left the bar, dragging your friend by the back of their hood. never before had he been treated so nonchalantly, so nicely, by a stranger. it was odd that you didn’t recognize him, but he chalked it up to your own drunkenness getting in the way of the fear that consumed most people.

and despite all the signs that he probably shouldn’t shoot you a text, lest you become a suspect by the m.p.d. or if you report him to the m.p.d., he did so anyways, only less than two days after your first meeting.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: hey! it’s wolf, the guy from the club on friday, i hope you were successful in throwing up on your friends shoes

while he was mulling over his decision with mild anxiety, you were sitting on your couch, rewatching your favorite movie for the day. when you saw the text, your eyes popped open, and you choked on the chips you were munching on. your fingers rapidly pressed against your phone, movie forgotten.

hottie at the club: OH FUCK I TOLD YOU ABOUT THAT???

wolf let out a loud cackle that startled the other bad guys at the kitchen table around him. if he tried hard enough, he felt like he could hear you shrieking that with a panicked expression.

you added xxx-xxx-xxxx as furry!

furry: sure did. all the way down to which alcohol you were planning on chugging to get the grossest effect

hottie at the club: i am so sorry you listened to me scheme against my friend

you let out a long groan, burying your head into the couch cushions and screaming as hard as you could. you even threw a few punches in there for good measure. god, you were such an idiot.

furry: dont be it was funny

furry: anyways i was wondering if you wanted to do something sometime soon? 

him. you wanted to do him.

furry: like a movie?

hottie at the club: sure! i don’t really like movie theaters but we could do something at one of our places if you want!!

oh fuck, wolf thought, it’s like you were made for him. he breathed a sigh of relief, as he was dreading being seen in public. he didn’t want to scare you away now, not when he’s just started getting to know you.

furry: yours might be better. my roommates are kinda nosy lol

and speaking of nosy, webs peeked over wolf’s shoulder with a huge grin. “oohhhhhh” she drawled, laughing at the glare she got from the bad guys’ leader. “who’s the ‘hottie at the club’?”

“mind your fucking business, that’s who.”

hottie at the club: how about this friday at 8?? i can pick u up if needed :)!

aw, he mentally cooed at your use of emoticon. that was kinda cute.

“oh, wolf’s gotta partner now?” and now shark had joined in peering over wolf’s shoulder, eyes wide with curiosity. “oh, is that a date?” meanwhile, webs had looked at the number listed next to the contact and was now looking up the person wolf was texting discreetly.

furry: works for me! i’ll text you my address then

furry: excuse me for a second i have some heads to bash in

wolf had sent that last message and quickly pocketed his phone before webs and shark could relay any more information to the others. “not a word--”

“WOLFY’S GOT A DATE!” shark gushed like a teenager, balling his hands against his face. “are they cute? when did you meet them? do we know them?”

“pfft, as if.” snake sneered, but wolf didn’t take it seriously. it was his way of joking. “you think wolf can reel in any person?”

“like you could, boomer.” webs retorted before wolf could. he was mildly thankful for her interjection and gave her a small smile of gratitude.

which quickly fell when webs turned the computer around and showed your citizenship file and everything else related to you, ranging from social media to past jobs.

“what-- webs!” he was utterly scandalized when he saw a glimpse of what looked to be a private twitter account, with many retweets of porn related things. “knock it off!”

“oh, and they’re freaky.” piranha was impressed, reaching forward and clicking on the tab with your twitter, scrolling through it. “lots and lots of sex stuff here, chico.”

“eugh, don’t turn the computer this way.” snake gagged, hiding the computer screen from his eyes. “i don’t wanna see this.”

“piranha! snake!”

“they seem to be a keeper.” shark took over the trackpad from piranha and clicked open your instagram, looking through the far and few photos of yourself on there. “really good looking. good job, wolf.”

“shaaark.” this one came out as a groan.

the group of four snickered at the puddle their boss was melting into. it was oddly hilarious to see the typically cool and calm wolf was dying at the sight of his friends discovering his future date.

“so, what? you hoping to fuck or...?” snake decided to ask the question of the hour, quirking an eyebrow over at his friend as he buried his face into his hands. “because, no judgement here, man.”

“shut up, for the love of god.” his deadpan tone caused a domino effect of laughter at his expense.

unfortunately, wolf didn’t stop getting teased all the way up to the actual date, where he took the car and drove it to a nicer part of town, partially to escape his friends and partially to not give away where his homebase was. he let his fingers drum against the light pole he was leaning against, waiting patiently for your “bunk ass car” (your words, not his) to make its appearance.

he was surprised to see that your car, was in fact, a bunk ass vehicle. not exactly the best condition and there were dents here and there, but he couldn’t complain. not when you had that adorably large grin from your spot in the driver’s seat.

“what’s up, wolf?” you hummed, happily bobbing to a song on the radio. wolf recognized it as something webs enjoyed listening to. “you ready for this sick ass movie date?”

he buckled himself, trying his hardest not to sniff aggressively. the car had a uniquely you smell, it made his mood brighten instantly. “depends. what’re we watching, red?”

you gave him a sideways glance. “red?”

“like the thing you were wearing when we met?” he explained, glancing over. his eyes caught onto your shoe against the gas pedal and smirked. “and apparently the same color as the crocs you own.”

to your credit, you didn’t immediately crash your car as you leaned down and frantically ripped off the red shoe wear, throwing them over your shoulder and into the backseat. “fuck you, i’m just gonna stop wearing clothes around you at this point.”

wolf’s grin turned evil. “i wouldn’t mind that.”

“of course you wouldn’t, you pervert.” you scoffed, but your grin was an exact mirror to his.

wolf turned so his upper body was fully facing you and leaned over the center console. “you can call me a pervert, but i think you’d probably enjoy it too.”

you had stopped at a red light, giving you the opportunity to reached over and tug him by his plain shirt’s collar, now inches apart. “fuck around and find out.” all the breath in wolf’s lungs escaped him as he saw the power trip you currently were taking.

shit, you were his equal in every single way. he laughed, your lips brushing against one another. “i have a feeling we’re not gonna be watching anything when we get to your place.”

the only thing that stopped you from making out with him right there was the light flashing green. you released your grip on his shirt and returned to being a safe driver. “like i said, fuck around and find out.”

when you were about five minutes from your place, wolf reached over and set his hand on your thigh. everything but that part of your body tensed up and you had to fight the urge to pull over in a random parking lot and fuck him right there.

needless to say, as soon as you walked inside your apartment, you snatched wolf by the shirt and shoved him up against the wall next to your door. he gave you an equally eager grin, grabbing the back of your head and smashing your lips against one another.

it was a clumsy kiss, teeth bumping and with way too much tongue, but neither of you really cared. your hands wrapped around his neck, entangling your fingers into the fur on the back of his head, while his own hands shoved themselves up your hoodie.

his nails lightly scraped your stomach, dull enough not to scratch you, but also sharp enough to hurt if he grabbed you too hard. he leaned back against the wall and moved his hands down to your ass, giving it a quick squeeze.

you could feel him smile into the kiss as you jumped, then shivered at this motion. “asshole.” you muttered against his mouth, still jumping when he prompted you to. his hands caught the underside of your thighs and he pulled back, panting. you both looked equally roughed up.

“where’s your bedroom?”

“furthest door down the hall.” you instantly responded, moving to press kisses against his neck. wolf wasted no time, speed walking across your messy apartment and all but kicking your door in when he reached it.

one moment, you’re mouthing at his neck, and the next, you’re flying through the air and onto the bed. you let out a loud shriek-laugh, smiling widely when wolf dove to land on top of you. you both still were smiling at one another.

once again, you guys found yourselves kissing, your crotch moving to slot against his and you grinded as hard as you could. the reaction was instant, a groan coming from his throat as his hips jerked.

he pulled back, giving you a playful glare. “hey, now.” he grunted, even though he was returning your motions with his own. you both sighed in pleasure when his dick rubbed you in just the right way, your head falling back. “fuck.” he whined.

“that’s what we’re doing.” you cheekily replied, still smiling the entire time. wolf, in retaliation, leaned down and started pressing his teeth into your neck, leaving bite marks. you sucked in a deep breath of air in response a rough bite, arching your back and gripping at the hair right underneath his ears.

“shit, you’re gonna be the death of me.” he said under his breath, pulling back far enough to start tugging your hoodie off. “take this off.” he demanded.

thankfully, you didn’t have a smart comment waiting for him, instantly sitting up and ripping off the article of clothing.

wolf’s jaw dropped when he realized that you weren’t wearing anything else underneath it, eyes zeroing in on your boobs. “you-- where’s your shirt?” he ears tilted back and he swore if he was capable of blushing, he would be neon red.

you shrugged with no explanation, tilting your head. “you were gonna see them eventually, might as well give you easier access.” you could’ve burst out laughing at how flabbergasted the poor guy was. one pair of boobs and he’s gone.

then you suddenly stopped smiling and looked at him with wide, fearful eyes. “wait, are you a virgin?”

he immediately started shaking his head frantically. “nononononono! i would’ve said something if i was.” he reassured you.

“oh.” was all you said.

and then wolf leaned forward, hands outstretched to your chest. you laughed at the mood shift and suddenly, you were back on track.

he gave an experimental squeeze and planted a kiss on your boobs before pulling back and taking off his shirt himself. he instantly was back to hovering over you and hand his fingers wrapped around the waistband of your pants and underwear. “normally, i’d take it slow, but i just wanna see you, red.”

“go for it, mr. big and bad.” you gave your consent, picking up your hips and allowing him the proper space to pull off the clothing. he gave you no time to adjust to the sudden naked state you were in, already tugging your thighs over his shoulder. his eyes zeroed in on your pussy, your slick glinting in the light of your bedside lamp.

you could’ve disintegrated when he started placing small nips and bites on your inner thigh, the pad of his thumb coming up and resting on your clit. you sucked in a hard breath as he stared at you, maw closing over the plush fat on your thigh.

he pulled back to tell you, “i can’t finger you with these,” he wiggled his fingers, more specifically motioning at his nails, “so you’re gonna have to do the hard work for me, sweetheart.”

you groaned as if he asked you to go do the dishes. “damn it, i was gonna have you do all the hard work--” you let out a choked moan, cutting yourself off as wolf pressed his finger back against your swollen clit. “alright, i’ll do it, shit--!”

you propped yourself up on your left elbow and shoved a few of your pillows under your shoulder to make it a little easier for you. lying back against them, you slowly dragged your fingers down your stomach, eyeing the way wolf’s eyes were locked onto them.

trying to hide your growing smirk, you traced the outside of your pussy with a finger, entertaining yourself with the way his eyes just wouldn’t look away. he did snap out of it when he heard you hide a snicker and glared up at you.

“sorry.” you muttered, pushing one finger inside of you and arching your back at how good it felt. “give me a sec, i’ll have it all figured out in no time.” from the way you were talking so casually, one might expect you to be doing literally any other activity.

wolf gave you a look you couldn’t quite discern. “no, go slow.” he demanded.

“what the fuck-- do you wanna fuck me or not?” you retorted, glaring as you pushed the finger in and out.

“i do, but i also wanna see this.”

“...fucking weirdo.” you grumble and flopped back, trying to move at a steady pace. wolf hummed in accomplishment, pulling one of his own hands away and using it to take off his boxers as he watched you with eager eyes.

when you pushed in a second a finger with the first was when it started feeling really good. curling them like the expert you were, you let out soft moans. wolf’s eyes took in how your hips rose to meet your fingers and how carried away you were getting as you tried to prepare yourself for him.

“yeah, just like that, baby.” he murmured, pushing your hips down and holding you to the bed. his thumb returned to your clit, with slow circles, and you let out a long whine, head falling against your pillow. “oh, you’re so pretty like this.” he beamed when you let out an embarrassed huff that melted into a groan.

“please just fuck me.” you whimpered, eyes squeezing shut from the mixture of yours and wolf’s motions. your fingers rubbed against a specific part inside of you and your vision went white for a second. “please, please, please!”

“alright, alright.” he spoke as if he was being inconvenienced, but you saw the way he moved to sit up immediately. he took his thumb off and then paused, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your clit, making you jolt from the sudden pressure. “sorry, just giving you a good luck kiss before i destroy your guts, little red.”

“yeah, yeah, whatever, loser.” you chortled, pulling your fingers out and pushing the pillows underneath you away. when you laid back down, flat on your back, you brought your legs up and presented yourself to him with a wicked smile. “now come over here and fuck me with your big bad cock.”

wolf didn’t even get the chance to fully comprehend what you had just said to him before he burst out into hysterical cackles, falling face first into your chest as he laughed and laughed. you were no better, tears streaming down your face as you let out a long wheeze.

“my WHA-HA-HAT?”

“BUAHAHA!” you both were losing your minds, clinging to one another like you were going to disappear if you didn’t.

and when you had cooled down and wiped your face dry, you and wolf stared at one another, trying to catch your breaths. you then snorted and that’s what started another laughing fit, with wolf’s laugh going super high pitched.

then, after recovering from that, wolf had picked out a condom from his pants and tore it open, rolling it onto himself with a chuckle. he looked like he wanted to laugh more about your comment, but the throbbing of his dick reminded him of the task at hand.

“you’re so ridiculous.” he muttered, returning to his position above you. both of his hands moved to hook your thighs over his and you could feel the tip of his dick pressed against your pussy.

your heart thumped with anticipation. “don’t go easy on me, wolf. i can handle a little pain.” you teased, making him roll his eyes.

“after all the shit you just pulled, i don’t think i even have it in me to consider going gentle on you.” and then he pushed in. both of your jaws dropped as he moved at a semi-slow but steady pace until his hips had met your own. the hands that held your thighs open were now gripping hard enough to hurt.

“oh fuck.” you moaned.

“ditto.” he agreed, eyes fluttering shut. “shit, this might become a regular occurrence.”

“fuck, if your dick feels like this every time, i might make it a daily one.” you spoke in a breathy tone. your back arched and you shimmied your hips up, attempting to set a pace.

wolf met your motions with his own and soon, you both fell into a steady movement. every time you fell down and the tip of his dick rubbed against your sweet spot, you felt like you were going to pass out. he wasn’t like anything you ever had before, his dick shape unique enough to make just enough of a difference.

wolf, meanwhile, felt like he was in heaven. every clench and every sound that left you made him reach the edge far faster than he’d like to admit it. he was holding back with all of his might at every thrust, snarling to himself. fuck, he was about to start paying to be around him all day if it meant he got to do this whenever and wherever.

he leaned down, still thrusting at a consistent pace, and started marking up your body, wherever he could. one hickey on your stomach, another few on your boobs, and more littering your neck. he couldn’t get enough, he needed to be smothered in you.

so, he stopped thrusting and held you close to him, chest to chest. “what, why’d you stop--” you let out a surprised shriek when he flipped you both over, with him now at the edge of your bed and you straddling him.

“ride me.” he gasped, looking up at you with such desperation. “god, fuck, ride me.”

you didn’t even bother trying to act smart, using your knees as leverage and bouncing up and down on his cock. from this new angle, you felt him even better, his tip rubbing against your gummy walls at just the right pace. fuck, now you were embarrassingly close.

“shit.” you two cursed in unison, making you both snicker through the moans.

“i’m-- fuck-- i’m already close, red.” wolf murmured in disbelief, returning to his task at marking you up.

“glad to know it’s mutual.” you sighed, eyes squeezed shut and thighs beginning to tense uncontrollably.

it was like a wave of static crashed over you after a particularly good thrust, your entire body losing feeling except for in your pussy. you squeezed harshly and that’s what made wolf let out a broken moan before he came as well. he fell back, grabbing your back and dragging you with him.

you moaned into a rather clumsy kiss, riding out the waves of pleasure that felt like they would never end. eventually, you both had to pull back and while panting, you calmed down from the sensitive high.

wolf stared up at you like you were a god, smiling when you swiped the sweat off of your forehead. “pretty good, right?” he asked, both joking, but also making sure you enjoyed yourself.

you nodded rapidly, dispelling whatever worry he had. “oh yeah, i enjoyed that.” your voice was now gravelly, over-exertion from all the moaning and groaning ruining it.

you then moved to sit up, hands planted against his chest. “pretty good fuck for a criminal, i gotta admit.”

wolf blanched, eyes popping wide. you let out a half shriek, half laugh at his reaction, covering your mouth and leaning away.

though he probably should be shitting his pants, wolf just let out a long groan, wiping at his face. 

fuck, you were lucky your pussy was talented, or he would’ve ran out the room.

#mr. wolf x reader #mr wolf x reader #the bad guys x reader #reader insert #x reader #afab reader #afab! reader #gender neutral pronouns tho #tryna be inclusive 4 yall #smut

[theincognitomoth]

Is the thirst for Mr. Wolf still going after a couple of months? Because I’m working on something juicy, some may call it spicy, slightly taste of lemon if you get me

Edit: So... I naively thought this was going to be 4k words long, but there are already 5k and there's still the actual hot and heavy stuff to write.

This man is ruining my life.

#smut its full blown smut #HOR.NY GANG RISEEE UP #I'm going to hell after this but only nine x reader fics on ao3 is a fucking crime #mr wolf x reader #the bad guys x reader #the thirst shall be clenched sisters

[cleverri]

hello! if it's ok, may i please request the 'bad guy' gang (the bad guys) having a rivals-to-lovers relationship with their s/o? thank you! ( ˶ˆ ᗜ ˆ˵ )

MULTI x READER | written by MODs clever & okari

NOTES: We’re opening an anon list! If you’d like to be included be sure to drop an emoji you’d like to be recognized by in your ask! Love you all! - MODs clever & okari

warnings; A few cuss words here and there.

headcanons for The Bad Guys with a rivals-to-lovers relationship with their S/O...

Mr. Wolf

[ MOD Okari | note: clumsy criminal! reader ]

I’m sorry if this doesn’t include exactly what you asked, I really got carried away. :’-) I apalogize for the lack of in depth S/O content for him! - Jirokko <3

PRE-MOVIE 

Okay, I’m sorry but (Y/n) is not the cunning character you may believe them to be.

Between tripping on their own feet and somehow tripping every single alarm system known to man in a single building

Even surrounding alarm systems that weren’t part of the building itself,

They are the definition of oblivious.

And that's why it’s so infuriating to Wolf that you continue to get away with crimes when you clearly don’t know what you’re doing.

Or you do and you’re lazy and apathetic to crime etiquette. 

But he’s seen you attempt to drink water, choke on it, spill it all over yourself, and then try to take another gulp while coughing your lungs out while also simultaneously knocking over several other drinks that were near your elbow when you panicked.

He’s going with the ‘they’re just insane.’ outlook.

You two met at one of the many banks in town, him, being dashing as ever and you.

Well, you attempting to not look suspicious while tapping your foot with a whistle and peering at the bank teller every five minutes.

Of course he recognized you as another 'villain,' you had that shifty look in your eyes that was unmistakable. And we all know our man Wolf is good at reading people.

But instead of just accepting this as the fact that you were also here to probably rob the bank, Wolf became distracted by how oblivious you managed to look while somehow being unbelievably suspicious at the same time

Especially while you held a crowbar loosely in your hands.

He briefly wondered why you had a crowbar in the first place. You didn't need to pry open any windows or doors, the place was currently open to the public.

Wolf stood by the potted plants, a small sitting area, in an attempt to ignore you. Maybe give you a sign that he was also here for the big pot. 

Nonchalantly, he looked around with disinterest as he awaited a cue from Webs. Touching the mustache under his nose, he turned on his heels as he began to receive suspicious stares from some people. 

He ended up staring towards you in disbelief as he strided by the conversation you had gotten yourself wrapped into with someone.

You know how when you're talking to someone, you can get them to hand you whatever they're holding depending on how immersed they are? 

You were getting people to hand you money they were holding in their hand absent-mindedly while you cheerfully interacted with them.

Still holding that damn crowbar.

He had to do a double take as he walked past because you're literally just outright stealing in front of this person

like, you were actively holding the money bag. In front of the person you just robbed. Even after the conversation ended.

What in the Gladstone Goose kind of luck is this.

It made Wolf's eye twitch, but he scrambled to move after realizing he had missed his cue. 

After a series of unfortunate events involving introductions, annoyance, wit, clumsy mistakes, and Wolf quite honestly being baffled by how you made it this far as a criminal when you walked right in between the red laser triggers with no thought of consequences, Wolf was tossed out the window and smashed on the ground comically with a safe gripped firmly above his head.

Like when you're actively drowning but trying to keep your phone above the water so it doesn't get damaged.

"Oh, do you mind if I take this?" 

Wolf's ear twitched at the familiar voice of the same person in the bank's lobby,  the sheer volume of it alone leading him to suspect that it was you standing above him. How you got out there so fast despite being right next to him when he was flung from the window was beyond him.

A muffled reply came from the defeated wolf, and though it was surely a negative reply, you happily took the safe off his hands and shoved it in your trunk that was stock full of cash.

By the time Wolf peeled his face from the cement you were already driving off in your obnoxiously painted get-away vehicle, and the gang was calling down to him from the smashed window shaped like wolf.

Thus, your rivalry with the big bad wolf was born. 

RIVALRY TURNED S/O

Wolf will still act charming and all that towards you, he can’t let his reputation slip up too much. But you know how to push his buttons. Just a bit.

There are two main spots that hit both of your annoyance with each other beyond all the little things;

Luck. Wolf is a con man, he can steal things without anyone realizing until hours later. He’s a smooth talker, and he’s good at it. This type of thing comes with certain personalities, but it also needs to be worked on, it's a skill set. Especially in the crime aspect of his life. 

So when you walk in and get away with things with little to no effort even with all the big mistakes you seem to make, it annoys him to no end. He despises being one upped by certain people. You happen to be one of those people, especially through your…’methods’ of crime. Don’t get him wrong, the man is a believer of luck but you have too much for him to accept that you got to that diamond that one time before him despite him getting trapped in an alarm you set off.

And on the other side of the coin we have;

Arrogance. Wolf carries himself with a certain air that’s really hard to ignore, he’s charming with a bucket of smug added one top. Looking in through the eyes of someone who doesn’t know him you believed him to be arrogant. Vain in the way he appeared to look down on you and your abilities. 

You’re smart, dammit!! He just doesn’t appreciate your different viewpoint of things. Just because you might have accidently pulled the fire alarm when you tripped on air because you weren’t looking, or when you maybe got lost in Catacombs of Paris when trying to snatch the Monalisa, doesn’t mean you don’t have any skill! You do not rely on ‘dumb luck!’

Ever since your first meeting with Wolf, you two would see each other occasionally. Normally at banks or sometimes in other areas that were said to have expensive items, and everytime it was confirmed either of you was near, the other one would groan and accept their fate. Wolf will do it through clenched teeth with a ‘ho-boy’ sort of breath. You will outright groan.

Pet names are definitely a thing between you two. Mostly towards you —  ‘Sugar’ ‘Sweetheart’ and his favorite ‘doll’ (/derogatory,,,,for now 😏) he likes to add these on especially when you mess up or when something dumb is about to come out of his mouth just so there's a little cherry on top of the situation. 

And no, he will never call you by your real name.

In return you’ll call him ‘Wolfy’ just to see his dumb smug smile turn into a small scowl.

You like to rile him up by being oblivious to how, in his words, ‘freaking cool his car is.’ I really see wolf as a car guy, and you purposely getting the names wrong makes him want to drop-kick you.

Mini competitions. Lots of them; who can run faster past the guards, who can stand next to that really scary looking machine without chickening out first, who can DRIVE IN AN ACTUAL STRAIGHT LINE???? Wolf loves using your clumsiness as an advantage, while you take the time to distract him with an ego boost.

And they almost always start off with; “Hey doll, what do you bet I can get past the guard faster than you.” “You’re on, Wolfy!” “ah-ha. No.”

You openly admit, very loudly, that Wolf is your ‘greatest rival,’ but he absolutely will not. He’d like to keep it on the downlow – introducing someone as a ‘rival’ means being on the same level. He’s feels like he’s above dumb-luck, it makes his eye twitch everytime you mention it.

Yet, over the time that you’ve known each other, you took little pieces of each other. You learned from each other.

You slowly learned from watching Wolf and his gang how to commit a silent crime, how to steal and watch the world around you better. Wolf learned to accept that your luck was just a part of you – he even learned how to use it as an advantage. He learned how to lend genuine patience beyond his team. He learned how to view certain things from a new perspective simply because your rivalry forced him to.

Over time the pet names usually used to belittle / embarrass you turned into an endearing ring in the air. And to embarrass you. 

Your clumsy mishaps became something Wolf watched out for, no longer avoiding it. He thought it was something cute about you. (when it didn't end up getting him caught.) And even though you still refused to call his car by the correct name, he found himself chuckling and playing along with the annoyance if only to humor you.

Longer glances towards each other, and those small competitions no longer felt like a race to get it done but a long dragged-out attempt to stay near each other. A challenge demanded but a plea of something else on both your minds.

And the moment he realized he felt something a little deeper than mild annoyance and borderline friendship for you it was too late to turn back.

MOVIE

The realization that Wolf’s relationship with you didn’t just teeter on the edge of friendship came during the Annual Good Samaritan Awards.

You two had ran into each other a few moments after he talked with Diane, he gave a wink towards you in an attempt to get a reaction, as he had been doing recently.

You stared at him blankly, confusion written on your face as your eyes wandered over every inch of him.

“Hey do I know you?”

“(Y/n) are you kidding me–”

After taking off his disguise for a quick second, your face lit up with excitement. 

Wolf had to take a small step back in shock. Since when did your eyes shine so much? When did you…look at him like that?

He didn’t react when you grabbed his hand and shook it furiously, playing along with the disguise and throwing some small backhanded jabs at his outfit. Mostly the mustache.

He stood there dumbly with his hand still out, staring at you like he had just solved the world's hardest equation and was in that moment of pure euphoria.  

What in the world was going on? 

“(Y/n) I–”

“HAHA YES!! YES YES YES!”

Jolting from your exclamation, Wolf almost ducked out of instinct as you usually yelled when something was about to hit him.

He stared at you with that normal bewildered stare he gave you when things went sideways and you were the one all signs were pointing to.

Holding your closed fists up to your face and biting your lip, Wolf took notice of your (e/c) eyes shining with a happiness that he wanted to see more of. 

You were practically vibrating with the energy of a hummingbird, bouncing on your heels as you looked at him expectantly. 

After giving a noise of confusion, the white clad wolf finally realized what you were giggling at.

The ring! The ring he stole from Diane – it’s gone and-! And…in your hands.

“I DID IT! I DID IT WOLF LOOK! OH MY GOSH–”

After shushing you with a small shake of your shoulders – because he didn’t want the whole city to know you robbed someone – he realized how big this was for you.

You could always just blatantly rob someone, but being able to do this without him knowing made Wolf extremely proud. 

Snatching you from the ground, he twirled you around with a hearty laugh and a fully wagging tail. You’ve never seen his tail wag before – it was cute. Or it would have been if you weren't shocked to the core.

The entire action made you freeze, knowing this was definitely not like Wolf. Sure, there were small touches here and there, but those were always counted as accidents, nothing as deliberate as this.

Setting you down as immediately as it had happened, Wolf coughed into his hand and tore the ring from your loose grasp. He straightened his suit and attempted to go back to his smooth and collected self.

“For the record, you probably shouldn’t tell the person you robbed that you robbed them in such close quarters, Doll.”

You looked at this man like he was the most insane thing you had ever stumbled across. 

With a small pat on your shoulder, he was gone and walking towards the Awards building, leaving you a bumbling, confused mess. 

With an increase in heart rate. 

Mr. Snake

[ MOD Clever ]

It wouldn't be surprising when told that Mr. Snake has an enemy- He has a lot. But a rival??? Really???

He's a grumpy, old snake. He thinks he doesn't exactly have time to even think about having a rival, yet there they are. Definitely the one who takes the longest to even realize there may be more friendliness terms going on.

Trust issues- My guy has trust issues. This relationship is going to take a while to actually become official. Hell- It takes forever for him to even consider them a friend. Patience is key with this one, folks.

Once in the relationship though, don't leave him, or even joke about it. He took the time to figure out that his S/O is someone he can put trust into, don't ruin that for him. He may like being a smartass, but it's more in a playful way.

Might make a couple jokes on how he used to absolutely despise his S/O, but let's be real, the second he figured out his rival is more on friendly terms, he had fun being their rival.

Just, don't make him hate you, really. He'd do anything for his S/O, even if they had a rocky start.

Mr. Shark

[ MOD Okari | note: fashionista!reader ]

PRE-MOVIE

Now, you two don’t actually know each other personally pre-movie.

You’re a popular fashion icon, and he’s an…infamous criminal

BUT – what brings you two to the others attention is through our handy device; the TV

Shark watches each of your broadcasts religiously while you watch him closely through the ‘Breaking News’ of that day. 

He seriously enjoys listening to all your tips and tricks on outfits, as well as hearing you work with your clients to either give them a makeover or make outfits for movies/shows/other events.

Listening to you talk while doing his own thing around the hideout emmerses him in the ‘what ifs’ of his life. What if he was different – living a different life. 

He also thinks it's just the coolest thing to not only be able to dress yourself so well and be snazzy, but also to do it for others. He’d take your tips to heart and attempt to use them in his own disguises, sometimes making them better in the process with his own twist.

You’d be lying if you said that this Mr. Shark character wasn’t interesting – the way he moves through those outfits was downright impressive and you’d love to see it in action.

Just to see if you would recognize him. You admired the way he held confidence in any outfit you put on, what an intriguing fella. 

MOVIE

HERE'S WHEN YOU MEET FACE TO FACE ARE YOU EXCITED???

ITS OKAY I CAN BE EXCITED FOR THE BOTH OF US! 

So, being as high as you were on the societal ladder, you were invited to the Annual Good Samaritan Awards by your good friend and client; Diane Foxington. 

You had arrived early to talk with her specifically, and ended up dwelling near the tables until it was time to eat. You were more focused on a project you were currently trying to complete, not on conversing with others.

Social standards are fleeting, fashion is NOW.

So there you sat, eventually being moved to a table as your clutter seemed to be moving on its own. Working hard on the notebook under your hands with all the plans, measurements, and everything in between in front of you. 

Shark also sat in front of you.

He was staring in complete shock, mouth open so wide he could catch files and whatever else decided to fly in. He couldn’t really believe he was sitting in front of you of all people – someone who he’s listened to probably a thousand times before from behind headphones. 

He immediately struck up a conversation with you, after being caught staring (as in, he was right up in your face looking down at your notebook with you.) and you two hit it off almost instantly. Of course, being in his disguise you called him ‘Mam’ and he had to quickly come up with a name off the top of his head, but other than that it was a lovely conversation.

“So what do you think about the bad guys?” you asked out of the blue, your eyes staying glued to the page you currently wrote on. Shark froze with his chattering stopping mid sentence, glancing around nervously as he became confused on what brought on the topic.

“Uh-uhhh well you know – they’re uhm.. The bad guys, haha. What about that shark fella, he seems interesting!” Came shark's high pitched voice, his eyes scanning your face for any emotion. Your hand stopped writing momentarily as you glanced up at her. “He’s…a criminal,” you seemed to conclude, returning to your work.

It really did feel like his heart shattered like a china plate already stomped on by the bull. He grew silent, watching you do your work with hurt on his face. Though he wasn’t sure why – it was the answer he expected. You didn’t really know him, why would you say anything different?

“But he’s definitely someone I’d like to talk to one of these days. In prison or out I suppose, his work is something I can’t quite wrap my head around. It’s impressive, honestly.”

A small, unnoticeable blush made its way to Shark’s cheeks that was shaken away by his now lively chatter. He bounced back almost instantly after hearing the rest of your answer. It was lifting for him.

It had been a mostly innocent question since you had just listened to the latest news report on them, but you were slowly coming to the realization that this woman might not be what she seems. A suspicious amount of talking with her hand to her ear gave you a clue. You raised a brow as her face seemed to light up. 

And then she stood, turned almost robotically, and flipped a table over that was next to you. Safe to say you stared in shock as she fell to the floor and started yelling about having a baby. It was one of the most bizarre things you had ever seen.

After all was said and done, and it was revealed that the lady was in fact Mr. Shark, you had placed all the pieces together. A laugh ripped through your throat, using your hand to cover your mouth you approached Mr. Shark who was currently in hand….fin cuffs? Who looked up at you almost embarrassedly that you had saw him get caught.

“M-Mrs. (L/n)-- hahah- this uhm-well its exactly what it looks like -- but-!”

“I knew there was something off about you!”

You laughed, shaking your head in disbelief as you wiped your eyes. You were still shocked you didn't recognize him. Though that's the reason you wanted to meet him in the first place. Your chuckles die down as you see a hurt look flash through his eyes.

“Here's my card, you should call me when you’re free. By the way…you look good in that dress.”

You compliment with a head tilt and smile,  note books held tightly in one arm as the other holds your card out to him. Shark had stars in his eyes as he took the card from you, tucking it who knows where. He waved goodbye excitedly to you as he was ushered out the door with his friends.

RIVALRY TURNED S/O

After the events of the movie, Shark took you up on the offer to contact you. When he was free of course. Definitely not right after the gang was released from prison.

You two hit it off just like that night at the Awards ceremony, and it felt like you two had known each other your whole lives. 

Well, except this time you were getting to know the real Mr. Shark, not Mrs. SharlklingRose. He was eccentric, but you absolutely loved that about him.

You enjoyed his bold behavior and stance in fashion, as well as his views on ‘gendered clothing’, as he either didn’t understand why humans had specific roles in clothing or he just didn’t care. Though you didn’t mind either way, you enjoyed being able to talk about it.

Your ‘rivalry’ was really just for the giggles and compliments, each dressing up to go into public and see who would get recognized first. Of course Shark ended up winning a lot of these little competitions, but you also managed to squeeze in your own wins and that was all you needed!

Shark was amazing at wearing disguises, flaunting it and convincing people. He’s a natural theater kid inside and he does not mind causes scenes (as you learned from one of the many little competitions)

But you were good at making the disguises, blending in with the crowds. You would only instigate if Shark did. 

Soon, your little outings were getting more frequent and these little competitions became more and more competitive. You knew, after a lot of debate with his friends, that you were in love with the big ocean animal. With his kind eyes, and those pearly white shark teeth, and his embarrassed blubbering when he was caught doing something.

In love with his confidence and sweet personality, and his willingness to help you with whatever you needed at any time. The theater kid in him never failed to amuse you. His shy moments could never come fast enough. 

Being his S/O would mean a life full of noise. I like to think that Shark is a talker. Loves to talk, and he will tell you about it. You’d get big, warm hugs that engulf you fully. Loving, full attention stares as you ramble about fashion and your other interests. Bold statements and confidence rubbing off on you.

Late night chattering and days full of compliments. Someone who emphasizes with you and everything about you. Your insecurities, your hobbies, your love, your whole soul becomes his and he feels what you do. Every ounce of you is loved.

If only he could take the hint.

This man just could not take the hint. You had tried everything; flirting, saying ‘I love you’ to his face, MORE FLIRTING – you felt as though you were about to spell it out for him. So during one of the ‘WGRF’ (Who’ll Get Recognized First) sessions you made a bet with him.

“Shark – if I win this, you’ll go on a date with me.”

“A-....A date? Awe (Y/n) are – are you sure? Like… like a romantic date?”

Of course, you had a plan under your belt in case things went South, (nothing like a good sabotage from the gang to ensure your win) but it seemed you didn’t need to put that into action. 

But that was all it took for the realization to smack our good man Shark in the face at high speeds. All those compliments – the lingering touches! OH MAN HE GETS TO GO ON A DATE WITH YOU IF HE LOSES!?

Shark didn’t even come dressed up, just in his casual outfit with a big, puppy-dog smile on his face.

“Sh-shark?! You’re not even dressed up-! How’re you supposed to play– whoa!!”

The ocean animal tugged you by the hand, cheering that he had lost and that you had obviously won. This meant a date, right?! Right?! Let's go right now! You two ended up going to a nice restaurant per Sharks request.

“By the way, I totally would of won that, I was going to dress up as Madonna but I *chatter chatter*

You gave an endearing smile towards the male chattering away in front of you. Of course he would dress up as Madonna. Yeah, you would have totally lost.

Webs

[ MOD Clever ]

She's one of the members of the group who actually enjoys being rivals the second it's revealed she even has one. For a second or two, maybe she'd find it weird, or annoying, but meh. She just enjoys a little adventure.

I'm fitting this rivalry of hackers, like, hacker rivalry, so her seeing someone who's just as good with technology as she is gets her excited. She'd want to see if she can hide herself away and try to see if she can steal any of her rival's secrets.

She's more in the middle with how fast she falls for her rival. Definitely not as bad as Snake, but not as quick as Piranha either. Straight dab in the middle. If she genuinely likes having this rivalry with her S/O, and enjoys the fun around it, then she's in.

In a relationship, just a lot of moments where she and her S/O just mess around with technology, maybe even gushes about it. She'd trust to be able to be on her S/O's shoulder without either falling or being shooed away.

If she notices that her S/O has fun with her friends, then she'd immediately be happy. Not to say she was scared her friends would hate them, more on just… They used to be rivals. So now she's prepared for a lot of teasing, but she doesn't mind.

I'll just note she'll hack into stuff just to get her S/O free things but shh- Nobody's supposed to know-

Mr. Piranha 

[ MOD Clever ]

Literally just shrugs off the fact that he even has a rival in the first place. He tends to forget about it due to his antics with his gang, but whenever he sees his rival it's gets real playful (Coughcoughdangerouscoughcough-)

Has the most fun with it, similar to Wolf. Doesn't even question how he got a rival, it's more on just the fun part of being able to be "fighting" with someone who isn't exactly afraid of him. He's crazy, he's going to do dumb shit cause he doesn't think before acting. Be prepared for a couple- Scratch that- Many injuries.

The most quick one out of the gang to fall in love. If he actually has a fun time, and enjoys being around his rival, he's taking that romance all the way up, baby! Be prepared for all the flirting in Spanish.

He likes getting into dangerous situations, this is obvious. If his S/O is his rival, then they are for sure able to keep up with his antics. He also tends to be a bit more clingy than the rest of his gang, but it’s mostly just his personality.

If you aren’t able to get along with his friends, then we might have a problem. He likes seeing the people he’s close with get along. If it starts off badly, he’s gonna keep hoping that they’ll, at some point, get along.

EXTRA NOTES: I hope you don't mind that Wolf's and Shark's have a bit of a little story going on!! I couldn't help myself, I seriously just adore your request so much -- it gave me so many ideas!! Thank you so much for the request, anon! - MOD Okari

#mod clever #mod okari #the bad guys #s/o headcanons #the bad guys x reader #mr piranha x reader #mr snake x reader #mr wolf x reader #mrs tarantula x reader #i am seriously in love with this request #the bad guys dreamworks #mr shark x reader

[reveluving]

a little more love ; peter hale x reader x deucalion

summary: when two of the most fearsome werewolves do whatever they can to convince their beloved to cancel dinner night with the pups.

warnings: loads of kisses, hugs and but no s~mut. not yet, at least (still, minors DNI!), very cheesy ngl; peter & deuc just really love their vampire wifey &lt;3

a/n: omg a debut?? s/o to @fanficimagery​; their Peter fics + others are the reasons why I wrote this—awakening another wild side of of mine to the point of no return (affectionately) 😭 I got another one in the making tho, trust! love y’all and don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» fancy reading the series? check out the m.list!

'Though Deuc and Peter chimed in once in a while, the pack could tell they were giving you most of the spotlight.' ;

The sound of blackbirds chirping outside your window was enough to wake you up from your slumber. You stirred but could barely move with the arm around you and pulling you close. Their chest rose and fell at a pace so relaxing, so comforting, it could've lulled you back to sleep right away.

"Did you sleep well?" You shivered at the voice, deep and barely awake, forcing you to crack one eye open. You craned your neck, welcoming the very sight of the man holding you dearly. You hummed, eliciting a chuckle out of him as you nuzzled into him.

"You're so comfy." You murmured, the silky sheets against your skin would've been more than enough to chain you to bed for another hour or two.

Too bad you had other plans.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" You blinked, noticing the hues ranging from orange to pink coming from the window, an indication that sunset was nearing faster than you had anticipated.

"You looked so peaceful." Deuc responded casually as if you hadn't promised the pack dinner night, which was happening in two hours.

"I didn't even hear the alarm." You blindly took your phone on the nightstand, finding it impossible for you to sleep through one in the first place.

But, Deuc's sudden lack of response told you everything you needed to know.

So, you placed your phone away before turning to him.

"Deuc," He hummed, "Did you have anything to do with this?"

"No?"

"Deuc!"

He barely opened his eyes to look at you before huffing out a 'yes'.

"Can't we just order takeout?"

"Even they can do that from their own home," You grinned, poking his cheek, "And you know no one delivers to this side of the road past seven."

"Then we could always just order now and ask one of them to pick it up later," He was hell-bent on making you stay, the offer especially enticing when he pulled the covers over you with him, "Or better yet, ask him to pick it up and make himself useful for once."

You snorted, only to jump when fingers lightly traced your spine.

"Hey," You admonished lightly, "Behave."

"You can't expect a man to behave when he has such beauty in his arms." He slipped his hand under the blanket, "Come on, all you have to do is cancel it, and we'll make sure to take such good care of you."

You whined, squirming in his arms as though you were fighting your inner demons before sitting up, but not before covering your bare chest with the blanket.

"Nice try, handsome, but I’m not falling for your tricks." You pointed directly at his nose, only to sputter when he countered your sudden determination by nipping the tip of your index finger.

"Angel, you always do," Touché, "The pups can fend for themselves for another day, can't they?"

"Deuc," You sighed shaking your head in amusement; you could never get mad at him. You turned your head a little, kissing his palm before caressing his cheek with your free hand, "I haven't seen them for over a week, God knows whether or not they've taken care of themselves since. It's only for a couple of hours, I promise."

Deuc narrowed his eyes at you, trying not to give in to your puppy eyes.

But he knew better.

He let his head fall to the pillow, letting out a dramatic sigh.

"Alright, alright," You perked up, only to be caught off guard when he wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you down to him for a heated kiss, taking your breath away as his tongue lightly ran across the tip of your fangs. Your whimpers only motivated him to take back his own words and never let you leave the bed, but he loved you too much to say no.

He pulled away, satisfied with the way you looked back at him with wide eyes.

"You didn't think I'd expect some sort of return if I'm going to have to keep my hands to myself for a few hours?"

Puffing up your cheeks in embarrassment, you were barely able to maintain eye contact as intense as his before giving him a quick peck at the lips.

"Angel," He chuckled, "If that's the kind of payment you're planning to give, I'd expect at least a couple more."

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Very much," He responded nonchalantly as though he wasn't practically basking in your reactions, "In fact, I could wake up to this every day."

There was no point arguing with this man, not especially when you had dinner to whip up in under two hours. So, you took a deep breath, lowering yourself for a proper kiss. Deuc was eager, that much was clear as he chased after your lips, keeping you still with one hand on the back of your head.

He shivered as you lightly ran your nails down his chest, slowly pulling away before letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

"Much better."

It had taken Deuc exactly a good half an hour to get his fill of you before begrudgingly letting you go to take a shower, promising to help you out right after.

You, on the other hand, have been at it in the kitchen for an hour, seasoning your stroganoff before moving on with the dessert.

Just then, you froze, feeling a pair of eyes from the living room watching your every move. You slowly placed the bowl of unwhipped cream onto the counter, hoping to look as neutral as possible. The presence, however, had seen right through you, because as soon as you faced the entrance to the foyer, you felt their warm breath against your neck before they spun you around. You yelped, feeling yourself fall backwards despite their hands securely holding onto your hips.

Your hands shot up to their back, one around his neck and the other gripping the back of their shirt. Had it been anyone else, other than Deuc, you would've instinctively torn their throat out even before they could even put their hands on you.

But, this was Peter you were talking about.

"What's cookin', good lookin'?"

‘You've got to be kidding me.’

"Jesus, Hale," He was clearly proud of himself, the debonair smile on his face especially growing when you released the grip on his shirt in favour of covering a part of your face, thoroughly embarrassed, "That is by far the worst line I've ever heard, coming from you."

"Oh, I know," He shrugged, leaning in closer, "But it's worth seeing that pretty face of yours scrunch up like that."

He pressed his lips against yours before you could even respond with a snarky remark, pulling away just as fast in favour of the adorable stupefied look you always had each time he or Deuc had taken you by surprise.

"But it does smell good in here." He brought up back up from the dip before taking a good whiff of your homemade gravy in the pot.

"Only the best for the best," You mused, hearing him purr in agreement for a moment before adding, "Oh, and for you too, I guess."

He was speechless, to say the least. At least for a while.

"Why, you," He didn't even give you the time to turn away before he attacked your neck and collarbone with wet kisses, the exaggerated sounds of his smooches growing louder the more you cried out to him to stop.

He did, eventually, but he made sure he gave you enough to sag in his arms, resting against him for a moment as he mumbled against your cold skin.

"Would be nice if we had the night to ourselves." Oh. You covered your face yet again, now with both of your hands.

"Not you too," You felt the chuckle vibrating through him, "You and Deuc planned this, didn't you?"

"Depends," He drawled, clearly feigning ignorance, "Is it working?"

Fuck yeah, it is.

"You're gonna have to try harder than that."

Big mistake.

Your mouth gaped open wide as though you had surprised yourself, knowing he had taken your statement as a challenge when he pursed his lips.

"Challenge accepted."

You squeaked as he pulled you to his chest, one of his hands remained on your hips while raising the other that he intertwined with yours. You were sure his eyes had dilated, enjoying the way you bashfully look up at him through your lashes, gasping as soon as his hand crept up past the hem of your shirt.

"Peter," You giggled nervously, "Where is that hand going?"

He hummed.

"Places."

Just then, he switched directions, sliding further down before moving under the waistband of your shorts.

"Places where I'd want to touch," Down, "To kiss," Up, "To lick," Down, "To nibble on."

Each time his hands move, no matter where they ended up, all you could do was shiver. He dipped his head, nibbling on your earlobe.

"If and only if my angel says so."

He was seeking your permission—just like Deuc did.

"I want to," Oh? "But later, okay?" Oh. You tried not to giggle as he deflated from your answer, "Especially since the two of you haven't made it any easier for me to say no today."

Not that you'd ever deny these two whatsoever.

"Please?" You cupped his face, thinking through your next words before mumbling, "Just hold on for a few hours and I'm all yours and Deuc's."

His eyes dilated from the mere promise, holding onto both of your hands and pulling you in to capture your lips with his. It was as deep and passionate as the one you had with Deuc, your legs nearly buckled if it wasn't for his quick reflex.

"Pretty girl, you'll be the death of me."

The audacity.

"Oh, like you're any better," You rolled your eyes playfully, "Now, you either help me with the potatoes or take these plates and march out to the dining room."

He opted for the potatoes, occasionally leaving kisses on your shoulders and nearly causing you to burn the caramel sauce that you were making to pair with your homemade ice cream.

Deuc came down to the kitchen a little while later, only to shoot a glare at Peter for putting him on dishes duty. You saw the way Peter smirked as Deuc stalked out, dropping his expression to a barely innocent kind when he noticed you watching him.

"A grump, let me tell you," Peter commented, not bothering to lower his voice and earning himself a growl from the other room. You silently giggled before pushing him lightly.

Quarter past seven, and you walked out to serve the big pot of stroganoff and a whole bunch of sides in the dining room, where Deuc had just finished wiping the last cutlery. As soon as he did, he wrapped one arm around you, resting his head against your tummy. You could tell he was a little miffed over the petty arrangement, so you leaned in and kissed the crown of his head a couple of times, drawing a soft laugh from him.

No doubt Peter had seen you trying to cheer Deuc up and would probably cage you in his arms until you do the same for him.

A couple of hugs and hundreds more kisses later, the pack finally arrived, their exhaustion from surviving the week palpable as they greeted you with hugs or the Hale's exchanging meaningful pleasantries with you.

Deuc and Peter watched as your face continued to light up, from scooping a generous portion of noodles and stroganoff to listening to each and every one of them about the rough week they all had. Though Deuc and Peter chimed in once in a while, the pack could tell they were giving you most of the spotlight. This dinner was your idea, after all, treating the pack with the endless amount of love you had to offer. They only helped you out, though they'd gladly accept your gratitude at any given moment.

You were not blind to the looks they gave you either, so soft, even you didn't think they were capable of such emotion. You've either looked away or rushed out to the kitchen to 'top up the necessary' as a poor excuse to shy away from their gazes.

Soon, things began to calm down, and you shooed the pack to the living room, but not before being bombarded by offers to do the dishes. You gave in, eventually, and as soon as the final plate was washed, you pointed to the living room, much to everyone’s amusement.

Besides Deuc and Peter, who were helping you with the leftovers, everyone else started doing their own thing in the meantime; Scott, Stiles and Lydia were already lying on your rug, Malia and Kira were looking at your bookshelf, ranging from interesting novels with odd titles to the fishbowl of Marimo moss balls, because you wanted a ‘pet’ that ‘understood you best’.

None of the pack understood you till this day, not until Kira pointed out that Marimo moss balls survived best in low light, and you heard the rest of the pack answer with a collective ‘ooh’.

Derek, just like his cousin, had been doing the same, but from the comforts of the couch he was lounging on instead. Though he was the only one on his own, he seemed to be at peace, the deep wrinkles usually etched in between his eyebrows nowhere to be seen as dinner finally caught up to him. All in all, everyone was looking and feeling much better when they first arrived, but you couldn’t blame them. They were carrying responsibilities that were thrice as heavy as an average teenager.

Basically, you were glad to see them finally taking a load off.

The relief you were practically giving off to both Peter and Deuc was endearing, seeing your unfaltering smile despite the way your sensitive nose scrunched up a couple of times as you scooped the gravy into a container.

“You were right, angel,” Deuc was the first to speak up since the comfortable silence, “This dinner night was worth it.”

“Really?” The shine in your eyes was enough of a solid answer, “What changed?”

“That,” You tilted your head, “That pretty smile of yours.”

You mustered up a nervous smile, peeping out a small ‘oh’ before continuing with the leftovers.

At least, you tried to.

“No, no,” Peter came up behind you, intertwining his fingers with yours, “What did we say about hiding your smile?”

You peered up at Deuc, who nodded you encouragingly.

“That it only encourages you two to make me smile even more.” You whispered just enough for them to hear, trying your hardest to look elsewhere as they praised you with a simultaneous ‘atta girl’. Peter raised your laced hands, kissing the back of yours while Deuc took the other and did the same.

And just to spite you in the best way possible, they kissed either of your cheek, Deuc taking your left whereas Peter on your right.

But before they could melt you further, you heard an ‘oop’, followed by Lydia’s ‘Stiles!’ before she dragged him off. The poor boy had accidentally seen the tooth-rotting display at its peak, especially between his former nemeses and his godmother. It didn’t bother them in the slightest though. They turned to you, only to see your wide-eyed mortification. You could’ve really traumatized him or anyone else for that matter, had Stiles’ interruption not happened, and you had no doubt these two could care less in favour of devouring you in the kitchen.

Shameless.

But you loved them anyway.

That still didn’t stop you from glaring at the two, at least you tried to, losing your composure when they both ganged up on you with their knowing smirk—a telltale that they haven’t forgotten about your promise.

They eventually put you out of your misery, but their lingering touches had only been amped up to the max, letting you know that they were growing impatient to have you.

And the second the pack leaves, boy, were you in for the night.

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[klarex]

Hi! I wanted to request some headcannons for the Bad guys with a reader who gives great hugs and gets a plush hoodie, so hugging them feels like hugging a teddy bear now. 🥺

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none, just cutness

Summary: Reader with great hugs and a plush hoodie.

Paring: Mr. Wolf, Mr. Piranha, Mr. Shark, Mr. Snake and Webs x reader (HCS)

Hugs

Not my gif

Mr Wolf

Cuddles, cuddles and cuddles.

I feel like you bought a sheep or wolf hoodie to match with him and he was in awe.

He showed his gang your matching outfits.

He was really happy, like a child that just got a candy or a new toy.

His tail would be wagging from side to side for all 3 next days.

If it will be raining you would make for you both a tea or coffee and both of you just sat next to a window, listening to raindrops fall. Of course cuddling😍

Mr Snake

He kinda don't like hugs, but with you... it's something different.

He loves your hugs like nothing else not counting push pops.

He loves being hold by you and he wraps his tail around you to pull himself closer to you.

When you got a hoodie he was more than happy to see you smiling.

First thought that came to his mind was: "My new pillow".

Later when you two were cuddling, he was laying on top of you, like you were his pillow ;)

Mr Shark

He loves hugs!

Hugs everyday and everywhere you two are.

When you got a hoodie he immediately started calling you a "cutie" and pinched your cheeks.

Later he bought a hoodie for himself.

So don't be surprised if he started asking you if you are gonna cuddle with him in this hoodie :)

Mr Piranha

Piranha is down? Hugs! Warm hugs!!

If he is injured which happens a lot you patched him up and later be a sweet couple with kisses and cuddles.

When this started to become a routine for you, you decided to buy a plush hoodie.

Oh boy he loved it!

He started to be like a clingy cat.

If you are bigger than him he would get inside your hoodie pocket to keep him warm.

Webs

I feel like she only likes cuddles when she is working on her laptop and just need some love.

When the gang starts arguing she immediately go to your room and hugs you to calm herself.

When you got a hoodie she first didn't notice, but later while you two were making dinner she asked if you bought this new hoodie.

Same with Piranha if your taller she will get inside your pocket to keep her warm in cold days.

Listening to music while cuddling in bed.

masterlist

#x reader #the bad guys 2022 #the bad guys #the bad guys x reader #mr shark x reader #mr piranha x reader #mr wolf x reader #mr snake x reader #webs x reader #miss tarantula x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #headcanon

[cherrygummycandy]

Platonic!Mr Wolf x Teen!Reader

🍬I'm not a pup!🍬

Working as a intern to the governor wasn't exactly what you had in mind when you were sentenced to community service. "Step forward!" A security guard yells harshly, and you step forward as he takes a scanner over you.

"Uh, is this necessary? Seems a bit over the top." You say, and the governor chuckles. "Yeah, can't be to careful, even with those oh-so-scary bad guys no longer making a mess." She chuckles. "How long of a list of enemies do you have, Ma'am?" You ask. "Please, call me Diane. And if I told you, you might become one!" She says with a wink, making you giggle. "She's all clear, Ma'am!" The guard says, saluting her. "Thank you, officer. You are dismissed." She says with a wave. Heading down the steps where she was stood, she approaches you. "Woo! Sorry about that, Kiddo. Can't be to careful." She says. "Yeah," you say "Just wish they had let me keep my jewelry." You sigh, thinking back to how they confiscated it as 'Potentially dangerous materials'. Diane nods, and her ears perk up hearing a sound behind you. "Oh, this jewelry?" A tall, Wolf in a bright suit says. In his hand he twirls you precious contraband accessories. Diane rolls her eyes, and smirks at Mr Wolf. "Certainly hope you weren't planning to take that stuff with you, Mr Wolf." She says. He scoffs, "Course' not, Diane. I'm a changed man. Just helping the kiddo get there stuff back." He assures her. "Then you'll have no problem giving it to them now." Diane says, her tone issuing a playful challenge. Mr Wolfs eyes dart between you and the jewelry. He looks conflicted, before he groans and sticks his hand out. You happily take back your jewelry, putting your stuff back on quickly. "Thanks Mr. Wolf!" You say, a smile on your face as you look up at him. "Hey, who is this anyway?" He asks.

"I'm Y/N!" You greet, and Diane places a hand on your shoulder. "My new intern, as part of my new community youth program." She says, clearly proud.

She gestures to the pin on your shirt that reads 'Y/N, Intern.', and directly below a little smiley face rests next to a 'Youth Outreach Member". Mr wolf looks at the pin, pulling you forward by it. Then he laughs loudly. "You made the kid wear a name tag? Like a little retail worker?" he practically has tears coming from his eyes as he leans against the wall to support himself in his fit of laughter. "It's an EMPOWERMENT pin" Diane exclaims. "They are a cute accessory, and now they won't have any problems with security while working here." She stops and recalls the security fiasco just a few minutes ago. "Okay, maybe there are still going to be a few problems with security, but it's a nice pin." This only makes Wolf laugh harder. Diane only puts her fingers to the bridge of her nose and shakes her head, then adjusts her glasses.

"Wolf, I need to take a video call for a while. Would you mind hanging out with Y/N until I get back?" She asks. He wipes the tears from his eyes and stands, shaking himself to regain his composure. "Heh- yeah, sure. I'll watch the pup." He says, and you look at him with confusion. "Pup?" You say, raising your eyebrows in dislike of the sugary name. "Yeah, like a baby wolf." He says, putting his hands in front of him like it should be obvious. "I'm not a wolf. Or a baby." You pout. He only chuckles and reaches a hand out to tousle your hair. "Eh- you're not a wolf, a baby though…" He trails off with a grin, and you can't help but smile. "Thanks Wolf, I shouldn't be long. If you need anything just message me." She says, tapping her smart watch. She begins to head off, but just before she reaches the door, Wolf calls out to her.

"Hey, Diane?" He asks. She turns around and gives him a questioning look, once again pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "About your youth outreach program, do you think you could let piranha join? I think he needs a guiding hand?" Wolf teases. "Ugh, I'll look into putting all of you in there if you keep this up." She says sarcastically, eyes rolling as she leaves the room.

Wolf laughs, then turns back to you. "So, pup, couldn't help but notice most of the governors youth program kids are here for a reason. Any story you want to tell?" He asks, bumping your shoulder. "Yeah, I did some, minor, vandalism." You say, perhaps downplaying it with the 'minor' part. Wolf only nods, "Yeah, haven't we all." You smile. He's nice. This is a good contrast to the fear you felt down at the station. You weren't trying to commit a crime, you just wanted to do art. You thought no one would care if you sprayed a little color on some old, abandoned warehouses.

You shiver, remembering the cold, pale lights of the police station and the hard metal of the holding cell bench. The awful feeling in your gut as the police speak over the phone to your folks, discussing what will be done with you. You don't realize you've zoned out, and Wolf's eyes narrow in worry. "Uh, you alright, pup?" He asks. You blink, and shake your head. "Y-yeah, no, I'm fine. Just thinking about my time at the station." You say, forcing a small laugh. He doesn't look convinced.

"How, uh, how do your folks feel about all this?" He asks. You look down. "Uh, they weren't thrilled. They actually left me at the police station overnight. Teaching me a lesson, I guess." You smile sadly. "Do they do stuff like this a lot? Leave you alone places?" He asks, his concern only growing. "Yeah, sometimes…" You mumble. He bites his lips, clearly deep in thought about something. "Y'know, maybe I could talk with Diane about me and the guys collaborating with her youth program." He suggests. You look up, not sure where he's going with this. "You need to be close to her and her co-workers, so you're always available. Maybe you should stay with me, pup." He says. "Really, are you sure?" You ask, making sure he isn't just messing with you. "Pinkie Promise, pup." He says, holding out his hand, pinkie raised. You think, before crossing your pinkie with his. "Okay." You say, nodding. "Great, let's go talk to our dear madam governor then, shall we?" He asks. "Didn't she say not to interrupt her meeting?" You ask. He waves his hand "Psssh, nah. It'll be fine." He says. You're not sure if you believe him, but nod and follow him. Suddenly, he takes off. "Race you there, pup!" He calls out as he runs away. You gasp, and run after him, laughing. "No fair! You started earlier than me!" You yell. "And I'm not a pup!"

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