#grease x reader

[callme-holly]

I NEED A KENICKE WHERE HES WITH READER AND HES JUST BEING SUPER LOVEY DOVEY OUT OF NOWHERE IN FRONT OF FRIENDS (he’s a little tipsy) AND THE GUYS START MAKING FUN A LITTLE BIT AND ITS JS ADORABLE

𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐠𝐮𝐲 [𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐡 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐚/𝐧- some more kenickie stuff bc y'all seem to rlly like it LMAO

The drive-in was surprisingly busy, and despite the movie being long since over, the sun dipping just below the horizon, nobody seemed in a rush to get home. You were perched on the hood of Kenickie’s car, his arm draped lazily around your shoulders as he traced lazy patterns against the fabric of your shirt. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, and you tried desperately to ignore the way his breath fanned across your skin, his lips brushing soft kisses along your jawline. 

It was becoming increasingly more difficult to focus on the conversation going on around you, and you’d instead settled for brief nods or hums whenever you deemed necessary. It was rare for him to be this affectionate; sure, he could be touchy, but that was nothing compared to this. He was being sweet and quiet, something entirely out of character for him, although you could probably chalk it up to the few beers he'd downed at some point during the movie. 

Your hand came up to thread through his hair as his lips trailed lower, and you shifted slightly, a gentle reminder of where exactly you were. He made a low, dissatisfied noise, pulling back so that his chin merely rested on your shoulder, his eyes half-lidded as he returned to the conversation, only half listening.

"What'd you say, Zuko?" He mumbles, and you bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling as everyone turns to look at the two of you, taking in your more than cosy state, Kenickie hanging off of you without a care in the world.

Danny raises a brow, crossing his arms over his chest. "You'd know if you were listening." His tone is teasing, and the other guys all break out into hushed snickers, elbowing each other knowingly. 

"Yeah, what's the matter, Kenickie? Can't keep your hands to yourself now?" Sonny grins, and Kenickie shoots him a glare that silences the group immediately.

"Nah, just can't stand to listen to you dorks." He pulls you closer, and you shake your head softly, batting away his hand as it begins to make its way beneath your shirt, the action causing him to huff quietly. "You're just all jealous that I can keep my girl happy." He nuzzles against your neck again, earning another round of laughs and little digs, all of which he shoots down with a sharp. "Shut your traps."

"Kenickie..." you murmur, your fingers tracing absentminded circles on his bare arm. "Be nice." The way you say it is as if you're talking to a child, a light smile playing about your lips, and his expression instantly softens into a dopey grin, leaning his forehead on yours.

"Come on, baby... I am bein' nice." There’s something in his voice that causes you to pause; the sheer adoration laced in his tone makes your breath catch and your face grow warm. He reaches up to trace your jaw gently before moving forward, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "Let's get outta here. Please?" 

It doesn't take too much convincing for you to agree, although you don't exactly trust his driving abilities with the state he's in, but he refuses to even let you sit behind the wheel, let alone drive. So instead, you end up sitting in the passenger seat, your seat, his hand resting on your knee as the car rumbles to life, drowning out the digs from the guys about Kenickie "growing soft," the comments only earning an eyeroll from your boyfriend in response. 

"Damn idiots..." He grumbles, pulling out of the space you're parked in, purposefully kicking up dust as he goes, and you chuckle fondly.

"You love them." He glances sideways at you briefly, and although he doesn't answer you, the smile on his face says enough, and that maybe, just maybe, there is some truth behind your words. 

[diaryofawhoretbh]

off-limits. | kenickie murdoch

| wc: 1.1k | kenickie murdoch x zuko!reader

| warnings: none really.

| rewatched grease today after such a long time, and my crushes on kenickie and danny are so back!!

"she's off-limits. do anything with her, you're chopped liver."

that's what danny had said from the start. first day of summer. you were still brushing sand off your legs when he muttered it to kenickie, eyes narrowed, shoulders squared. protective big brother mode.

kenickie just smirked like he always did, flicking his cigarette to the side and saying, "relax, danny. ain't like i'm gonna propose." he had no idea how wrong he was. or maybe he did.

you weren't supposed to look at him like that. not with the soft, secret kind of gaze that made your breath catch in your throat. you weren't supposed to smile when he bumped your shoulder or stared too long when he thought no one would notice.

but you did. and he noticed, every time.

--

it started with glances.

in the hallways. across the lunchroom. when the t-birds were joking around, and you'd be walking by with your books clutched to your chest, you could feel his eyes follow you. like his gaze burned through the back of your blouse.

and then came the touches.

innocent, at first. his hand brushing yours when you passed each other something. a hand on your back when you were walking through a crowd. the way his pinky would linger next to yours on the bleachers, never quite holding, just... waiting.

your heart would thump so loud, you thought danny might hear it from across the lot.

--

one night, you were sitting on the hood of kenickie's car after a party. you'd snuck away from the pink ladies and he'd wandered off from the guys. you didn't even talk at first, just passed a bottle of coke between you, watching the stars.

then, out of nowhere, he asked softly, "you ever think about runnin' away from all this?"

you turned to him, blinking. "like... the whole school?"

"the whole thing," he said, lighting a cigarette but not looking at you. "the drama. the rep. danny's overprotective ass. just... go somewhere where no one cares who you are."

you smiled faintly. "yeah nickie. all the time."

he finally looked at you. and for the first time, he wasn't wearing his cocky grin. he looked real. scared. nervous, almost. "it's gettin' real hard not to do something stupid," he muttered.

"what do you mean?"

he stared at you, then shook his head. "nothin' doll. forget it."

but you didn't.

--

weeks passed. more sneaking around. more long walks behind the bleachers. whispered words in empty classrooms. he's call you "dollface" under his breath, and your cheeks would burn for hours. you'd leave him little notes folded in his locker, signed only with a lipstick print.

then one night, it all snapped.

danny had gone inside early after a t-bird party. the rest of the crew was still outside. kenickie found you in the kitchen, washing a glass.

"you shouldn't be in here nickie," you said, not turning around.

"you say that like i'm gonna listen, doll."

you turned around. he stepped closer.

and for the first time... he kissed you.

it wasn't fast. or greedy. it was slow— like he was scared to ruin it. like he'd been waiting an eternity.

"doll i've been thinkin' about this since june," he whispered against your lips.

"me too nickie."

--

after that, it became a real thing. you were together.

but still— in secret.

quick kisses in alleyways. long, late-night phone calls pretending to be "just a friend from class." dancing in his garage with the music low. you made each other laugh more than either of you expected. he opened up. so did you.

but every time danny walked by, kenickie would stiffen. he'd drop your hand. he'd act like nothing happened.

because the risk wasn't just getting caught— it was losing each other.

--

then there would be moments like when you'd sneak around at school.

you met behind the school gym during lunch.

"hey," he said, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the shadow of the building. "you're drivin' me nuts, wearin' that skirt and parading around. the guys have been noticin', i don't like it one bit doll."

you raised an eyebrow and grinned. "it's not for them nickie."

"oh yeah?" he stepped closer. "then who's it for?"

you smirked again, slipping your arms around his neck. "maybe i'll tell you if you kiss me."

he leaned in, eyes flicking to the side. "you're gonna be the death of me, you know that?"

"then what a way to go, huh nickie?" kenickie's hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer, but his eyes kept darting to the edge of the gym building, nervous.

"relax baby," you whispered, brushing your lips near his ear. "danny's nowhere near here."

he huffed. "that's what you said last time sunshine, and then he came outta nowhere like the damn FBI."

you giggled. "it was the vending machine nickie. he was getting a snack."

"exactly." kenickie leaned back just enough to meet your eyes. your brother would kill me if he saw us right now."

you tilted your head, pretending to think. "hm. maybe. or he'd just call you chopped liver again."

kenickie groaned, resting his forehead against yours. "i swear, i'm gonna start mooing every time he walks in the room."

that made you laugh, loud and sudden, and kenickie had to clamp a hand gently over your mouth, eyes wide. "baby, shhh!"

you muffled a snort under his hand, eyes gleaming.

"you're gonna get me busted," he muttered, but he was smiling now too, looking at you like you were the only thing holding him together. his thumb brushed along your cheek.

the laughter faded into something softer.

more fragile.

more real.

"y'know..." he started, voice lower now, more serious, "i don't care what your brother says. i'd still pick you. every time."

your heart thudded. the grin dropped from your face, replaced by something warmer, deeper.

"even if it gets you chopped into little pieces?" you asked.

he softly laughs. "yeah." he nodded. "even then, doll."

the bell rang in the distance.

you both flinched.

"i gotta go," you said, glancing toward the side entrance. "if i'm late again. ms. wakefield's gonna give me detention."

kenickie ran a hand through his hair, stepping back just a little. "yeah. go."

you hesitated, eyes scanning his face. "nickie?"

he looked up.

"this... thing between us... it's real, right?"

he didn't answer with words.

instead, he leaned in, gave you one last slow, secret kiss— one that said yeah, it's real. yeah, it's terrifying, and no, i'm never letting you go.

then he whispered against your lips,

"i'll see you after school, dollface."

you smiled.

and just before you slipped around the corner and disappeared into the crowd, you whispered back,

"you better."

[dinerdweller]

i could looove to read a danny z. (grease) hc or a sandy (grease) one !! maybe abt how'd be dating them

Dating Danny and Sandy headcannons

wc: 422 cw: umm none i think

Danny Zuko

✽ Honestly, it kind of feels like you are dating every member of the T-Birds; they just always seem to be there, whether you like it or not.

✽ Probably raised this to Danny and the guys are right behind him saying they are a 'package deal' and that 'if you want one of us, you get us all'.

✽ But he will listen and will take you out somewhere that his friends don't know about.

✽ Danny loves seeing you in his jacket, especially if you wear a lot of floral dresses and flowy skirts.

✽ He loves sneaking into your bedroom, not even to do anything crazy but he just likes knowing that you would break the rules for him.

✽ You both have loads of stupid arguments, bickering like children rather than just talking about it. But I can't see big ones happening often unless a smaller one heats up or he does something stupid (which is likely, he's a teenage boy).

✽ He is one of those guys who asks to split the bill, probably just because he doesn't see the point in paying for yours when you can afford it.

✽ He never thinks he's doing anything wrong, he just doesn't understand that it's not the thing guys usually do. I mean he grew up around Kenickie, what else do you expect?

✽ But he tries his hardest and is super sweet when he feels like it.

Sandy Olsson

Ohmygosh the sweetest girl ever!!

✽ She is just so caring. Sandy is very in tune with how you are feeling and is always there for you.

✽ You have matching 'friendship' bracelets that neither of you ever take off.

✽ Always sharing clothes and jewellery; you are always having sleepovers where there is no pressure to drink or smoke but just to watch whatever is on the small TV in your room and roll each other's hair.

✽ If you're on the cheer team then you love helping her practice; she picks it up fairly quickly so most of the time you both just sit around talking.

✽ Study dates at the library!! Doing homework and just quietly chattering about how annoying the teachers were that day.

✽ You probably met when you had to show her around school and that's what made you so close.

✽ You two are always seen together. At class, at lunch, at the diner and so on. Quality time is such a big thing for both of you.

✽ You probably were the one to show her rock 'n' roll music, she was both horrified and in love.

[annie-bby]

— we had nothing except each other, you were my whole world

annie’s masterlist ♡︎

the outsiders

johnny cade — ponyboy curtis — sodapop curtis — darry curtis — dallas winston — steve randle — two-bit mathews

dead poets society

neil perry — todd anderson — charlie dalton — steven meeks — gerard pitts — knox overstreet — richard cameron

grey’s anatomy

mark sloan — derek shepherd — atticus lincoln

grease

danny zuko — kenickie murdoch

criminal minds

spencer reid — emily prentiss — aaron hotchner — derek morgan

y’all i’m gonna try my best - i haven’t written in a while and some of these i’ve never written for ever 😭 sorry if they’re ooc but i look forward to getting asks and writing again <3

there’s a lot more movies & shows that i watch that obviously aren’t here so feel free to go into my asks and we can chat about movies!

[talkative-raccoon]

Hello? Is anyone there?

Requests: OPEN

You can call me Kade, and I absolutely love writing for the outsiders and more!! So, any ideas of yours can be requested to me! Forgive me if it takes time for your request, I sometimes struggle with writing but it will get written, I promise!

Please remember that if I do not feel comfortable with an ask, I can and will not write for it.

If you have any questions on what you can request, or just want to talk, please don't be afraid! I don't bite!

I write for:

Karate Kid: Johnny Lawrusso, Daniel Larusso

The Outsiders: Curtis brothers, Two-Bit mathews, Steve Randle, Johnny Cade, Dallas Winston, Cherry Valance

Grease: Danny zuko, Kenicke Murdoch

Ferris Buellers Day Off: Cameron Frye, Ferris Bueller

The Breakfast Club: Alison Reynolds, Andrew Clark

I will do:

Headcannos

Imagnies

Character x Character (No adult x minor)

OC x Character

Character x Reader

Moodbaords

Male, gn, or female reader!!!(all fics will be written with gn pronouns or in mind by default)

I will not do:

Smut

[cherrysfanfics-ily]

Omggg I saw you did grease could you do headcannons for doody with a French male reader

Here is your request! Thank you so much for being patient, and I hope you love it!! This is my first time doing headcannons like these, though I absolutely loved doing it!!

If there are any mistakes, please let me know!! <33

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Doody x Male! Reader

Word Count: 782

Warning: A tiny mention of the laws in the 1950s (didn't go into much detail)

before dating:

He was starstruck when he first saw you, Sonny had to tap his shoulder to get his attention back on the group

You had walked up to the school with Sandy, your cousin, and you caught his eye. He also caught your eye, but Sandy dragged you inside before you could look more

He stumbled over his words upon first speaking to you, especially after hearing your accent

If you allow it, he will have his arm resting around your shoulder most times under the guise of relaxing and not just wanting to touch you in some way

He is THE person to go and gossip with, you guys talk about what you’ve been hearing around school lately

People in the school really enjoy your accent so they go to you for advice, kind of like an excuse but because they assume you give good advice, and while you do share advice with them you also run to Doody and tell him the drama you were told

You accidentally broke one of his plastic water guns one day, and he let you get away with it but when Putzie broke one he forced him to get another for him (you also got another one for him but he told you, you didn’t have to)

If you are hanging with the group before he joins everyone for lunch, you are the first he acknowledges before acknowledging everyone else

You help him with his homework and classwork and he pays attention to everything you say

You are a T-bird so you're around the gangs a lot, and out of the ladies you're closest to Marty and you confide in her about your crush on Doody

He was the first to ask you out with the help of the other t-birds and Frenchy

He had Frenchy help reserve the diner for just the two of you and had the guy's help set it up to be romantic. There is music playing, a couple of candles, a few flowers, and a vinyl you were talking to him about

You definitely flirted with him in French and loved seeing him confused about what you said, you also refused to tell him yourself telling him to figure it out

when dating:

His love languages are touch and acts of service 

He loves holding your hand, or even just your pinky, and he loves doing things and getting you things that you mention you like

You call him 'My love, Honey, and a few French nicknames' and he calls you 'Beloved, My love, and dear'

His parents absolutely love you and always tell him so, which he relays back to you, and invites you to family game nights

He has always loved to hear you speak French, but he loves it so much more once you start dating 

especially when you call him a nickname in French

He loves sharing his lunch when you forget yours

He’d just plop down next to you and put his lunch in the middle of your guys’ laps

He sneaks little notes into your bag hoping you won’t notice (you do but you don’t say anything till after you guys meet back up)

You save the notes he gives you in an old box in your room, and when he finds it he is stuck to your side 

He gets you flowers and replaces them whenever they die (he likes seeing them in your room when he comes over)

He always hides you behind him when Bermudo and his gang come around as a way to protect you (even when he knows you can protect yourself, he just doesn't care)

You were the first to say I love you first, he was always too nervous and stumbled over his words when he tried

He had walked up to your front door with you, and you just told him, and he was blushy and nervous after you told him, but he said it back

You guys don't hide your guy's relationship, but you guys also don't announce it to everyone

there are some people who figured it out but give dirty looks towards you both, though you guys just ignore them

If it goes more than words doody won't hesitate to fight for you both, and neither are the gangs

You and Doody are following along with the laws and fighting to be together publicly 

If you guys ever fight, he will need time to calm down, but once he has, he’ll come back and talk it out

You guys met up at prom with matching ties, though you did not engage in the mooning (you did cover for him)

All in all, you guys love each other very much and he's just very much in love with you

[mixedupmelody]

to the person who requested kenickie x theatre kid! reader. i LOVE the way you think. <- actress

[softaestluv]

Grease & Grime Won’t Break Your Bones

You never thought you were attracted to grease and grime, sweat and exhaustion, definitely needed a shower and scrub, but no one has worn it like he is.

Mechanic! Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x fem!reader

This chapter does contain explicit smut, 18+ content!

Tags: Rough sex, Unprotected sex, Creampie, Paying for services with sex, Vaginal fingering, Oral sex, Office sex, dirty, greasy, grimy, sweaty, mechanic

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4 (final part!)| Ao3 | masterlist

A kiss, brush of lips, tongues and teeth.

Wandering hands, firm and steady on your hips— possessive, greedy.

Heavy eyes and shallow lungfuls, trembling fingers and a drowning pulse.

Scorching fever, yearning, aching for something more.

Every morning before work, languid kisses pressed between the oil and cloth fabric of Simon’s truck seats. Awkward angles and smashed positions. A clean Simon, all mouth wash and redwood soap, taste of morning tea on his tongue. Sweeter and longer kisses, gentle hands and a smoothing tongue, soft voice and honeyed croons.

Swoops butterflies low in your core, tightening your chest, hiding smiles between his lips.

Every evening when he picks you up from work, frantic kisses pressed against your front door and his broad chest. Indecent, shaming your neighbors with such a desperate act. Your mechanic Simon, dirty, filthy; sweaty and stained, salty on your tongue. Rough and brutal kisses, pinching hands and clashing teeth, deep timbre and gritted demands.

Burns warmth in your core, nudging your thighs together for any stimulation, quiet gasps and mewls swallowed between his lips.

Never more, never any less.

The first time he dropped you off at work, you were hesitant, swallowing over a thick lump in your throat because you wanted more from the night before. You didn’t know how to ask, or if you even should.

His fingers were reassuring when he held your chin, a murmured, ‘have a good day f’me, okay?’

Then he had stamped a kiss against your mouth. It was supposed to be chaste, you knew that, but you didn’t want it to end just yet, didn’t quite get your fill. You probably shouldn’t have made out in the parking lot of your job or perched yourself in his lap either, but you did. Scratched at the insistent craving in your lungs before running into your work building late.

When he had walked you to your front door after picking you up, you wanted to invite him in, you did invite him in. He declined, shaking his head with a soft chuckle, and a brush of his knuckle against your cheek— just droppin’ you off sweet’art.

And like a man contradicting his words, he pressed you flat against the wood of your door, drowned you in his saliva, dragging his mouth, fangs and all, against yours feverishly each time. Barely managing to pull away to bid you farewell.

It went on for a week, mindlessly feeding your fire with make out sessions in his truck and your porch, like two desperate teenagers trying to quench their thirst.

A week was all it took for Simon to fix your truck, had your engine running like new, but a gnawing itch dug at the back of your skull as you stood in his office. You couldn’t find it in yourself to be excited, not with the imminent lack of pre-work kisses and murmurs, any post-work bites and promises in your future.

As if your truck being fixed was the end of it.

A knot formed in the pit of your stomach as you aimlessly nodded along, pinching your lips between your teeth as Simon explained the work he did on your truck. You didn’t really care, your shitty old pick up was the last thing on your mind, even more so when he kept talking with his hands, thick fingers spread wide with each gesture, dipping into even thicker wrists. Solid forearms, veins curled over each curve, right up to each bicep.

Covered in stains— “Y’alright, bird?”

Your mouth fell open, darting your eyes back to his, “Yeah, yeah I-,” you fluttered your lashes, taking a deep breath, “So, what happens now?”

You mean between you and him, not your stupid truck, and you’re sure he knows that, but all he does is huff a laugh, closing the thin distance between the two of you. Bullies you right up against his desk without a care, hands landing on either side of your hips, consequently boxing you in.

“Well,” He pauses, bending his head to the crook of your neck, brushing the bridge of his nose up the delicate skin, drawing rapid goosebumps, “You still owe me f’my services.”

“A twirl?” You breathe, unsure.

“Go on, then.”

It’s hard to spin eloquently caged against his broad chest and the desk, but he doesn’t seem to mind when the plush of your body rubs against the front of his coveralls. Stopping you when your ass faces him just like he always does with a sturdy hand on your hip, except this time you’re pressed right up against his slowly thickening cock.

Your poor cunt, greedy and desperate clenches around nothing over his bulge. You’re sure he can feel it because he exhales a fucking deep chuckle, blurs your eyes with embarrassment.

And then those same hands are nudging you forward, your palms falling flat against the wood with a gasp as he lays his chest over your back. He’s warm against your cool skin, working in the sweltering garage all day while you sat in his conditioned office. The contrast stings your flesh, makes you painfully aware how hard he had been working to fix your truck. The callouses and scars on his hands evident enough, and the thought suddenly makes every touch even more searing. Taking care of your shitty inconveniences without a second thought.

His fingers skim the seam of your pencil skirt, trailing just a little lower to trace against your knee, rakes chills down your legs, “Had t’work a little harder this time.”

You inhale a sharp breath between your front teeth, “Yeah?”

“Mmh, gonna have to do more than just a little spin, love.” He hums, slowly hitching the fabric of your skirt to your hips.

“Yeah?” You repeat, your default answer when his hands are on you.

Simon laughs again, vibrates your back, “Yeah, baby.”

He hooks his fingers in your ruby red panties and tugs them down your thighs. A sticky string of your arousal clings to the fabric, beads in two when the material pools at your feet.

“Let’s see,” He purrs, “Did two oil changes free of charge.”

His hand smooths against the swell of your ass, thumb resting just under the curve, kneading the flesh gently before leaning back. Drags his eyes steady over your ass, and spreads your pussy open with a stamp of his thumb. You squeak, a bit humiliated at your compromising position; it makes an unbearable warmth bloom down your chest, but you like it.

Can’t do anything but like it when he’s ripping the stitches of your vulnerable flesh bit by bit with the reverence in his irises, the hunger seeping into his almond-shaped eyes as he stares at your pussy.

His thumb sweeps through the seams of your pussy and brushes right up against your sensitive clit. He’s firm on the puffy mound, petting confident strokes against the bead, makes you stutter over your breaths with each new shape like he fucking knew how you liked it already. Your legs spread wider at that, head nodding forward against your chest as you succumb, surrender to the sensation.

This is what you had been waiting for. This. His stained fingers on your clit, drooling over his thick digits.

You had been so well-behaved, let him trace your figure with teasing hands, make you late to work every morning, unfocused and wet in the chair in your office, leave you a breathless mess against your front door, so you like to think you deserve this. Deserve to lay against his desk and let him do whatever he wants to you.

“Fixed your air con.” A finger presses into your poor empty cunt.

Your fingernails dig into the wood.

“Got you a new set of tires.” A second finger joins the other.

A moan scrapes against the back of your throat, pushed straight out from the stretch, knees bumping against the desk as you slump slightly.

The first several drags are slow, using the time to coat his fingers in your slick, agonizing to the insatiable ache you need absolutely smothered. Your puffy walls clamp onto his fingers, using your pussy to ask him to press harder, deeper, further, just like you know his deft fingers can.

He gives you exactly what you want, but he makes an embarrassing show of it. Curls his fingers right where he needs to make your pussy squelch loudly, pulls them out just so he can see your slick cling to his skin, connecting the two of you with a dribbled string. Smears it on your pussy, swiping your clit with each movement over and over again.

Then, he follows the string straight to the source, licks around the digits buried in your sopping folds. You’re already wet, a sticky mess, and it only gets worse when soft lips encase your clit. Your knees out right buckle under you, body weight slumped against the desk when his teeth brush against the bead, coaxing your clit out of the hood by nipping, sucking, toying with it while he plunges his fingers deep.

Yeah, yeah, this is what you deserve.

You’re so close off that, gooey, tacky delicious honey washing over you, panting and shaking under him, toes curled uncomfortably in your heels. Your moans echo off the thin walls, and you struggle to remember if Johnny was still in the shop before Simon bent you over his desk within the brink of an orgasm.

The thought leaves your mind as soon as the strokes turn languid, nothing but really hooking his fingers in your walls as a placeholder while he unbuckles his coveralls. You whine, protesting even though the sound of clanking metal promises a better outcome, something bigger, thicker, because you were so fucking close.

He shushes you, tutting his tongue against the roof of his mouth, “None of tha’, takin’ what you owe me.”

His words make you moan, bobbing your head, yeah, yes, you’ll let him take as much as he wants if he keeps your pussy stuffed. You fidget heel to heel in anticipation, looking over your shoulder to watch. It’s a sight, all beefy muscle, tan lines and freckles, damp chest hair and pubes. Every move is determined, fueled with a purpose, shown in the way his arms flex, his brows furrowed.

You practically fall flat against the desk when you see him free his cock, fat and reddened, leaking with precum. The shaft is thick, a slight curve to it, barely fits in the palm of his massive hand. But all you can focus on is the girth, smacks hard against his fucking belly button.

“And now your bloody engine.”

His cockhead pressed to your entrance.

“Tell me, sweet’art, how’d you plan on payin’ all that?”

“With this,” You whine, arching your back, so your pussy rubs right up against his tip.

He hums, hand on your back pressing your hips flat against the desk, so your cheek is flush with it, “You mean this pretty little cunt, huh?”

You nod pathetically, scratching your skin against the wood because you don’t think you quite have it in you to use your words, confess that you’re willing to use your pussy. And he doesn’t push for you to, takes it as a good enough answer.

The stretch stings, makes tears well in your eyes, but it’s hurts so good. You squeeze your eyes shut, focusing on the burn, really drown yourself in the feeling of being so full. It’s a slow start, shaping your spongy walls to take his full length, moist lips mapping shapes against your neck in encouragement to take it all.

You think you’re ready for it, clenching around him, bucking your hips and pleading with quiet words for more— please Simon, I can take it.

Then, he’s just fucking brutal, unforgiving.

Your teeth knock together with the first determined thrust, your eyes snapping open in shock because you were not ready for that. It tears the breath straight out of you, hurts your lungs from the force. Rips a cry of his name from your core, your chest, your throat because you’re sure you’ve never been fucked like this.

Each thrust is harsher than the last, hip bones painfully slammed into the desk with each smack of his cock. The sound of his balls slapping against your flesh, loud and obscene, echoes how aggressive he’s really fucking you.

The gooey honey from his fingers and tongue turns to white, hot, searing pleasure. Borderline painful, as he forces you to take it with no where to run, so you just lay there and take it like a good paying costumer. Accept the onslaught until his hand bands around your throat, curls around the small muscle, and arches your back as much as you physically can so his mouth can press hot against your ear.

“D’ya think I’d jus’ be done with you too?”

You nod, squeak a strained ‘yes’ because you had thought that. Anxiety pinched your chest before his cock split you in two, before he made you his.

“Can’t get rid o’me that easy, sweet’art,” Simon grits through each word, “Work in grease and grime; you’re stuck with me now, baby.”

The words remind you of how dirty he is, how dirty you are for liking that fact. Even more so when his other hand tugs your shirt and bra low, digging indents into your breasts, and you can see how filthy his hand is from work— the same hand that was buried in your pussy moments ago.

Oil, dirt, sweat, grease and grime smeared on your skin, all over your dainty skirt and white blouse. Marking you as his in more ways than the dark hickeys he leaves on your neck and bruised fingertips on your hips.

It numbs your thoughts to nothing but the way you know his cock is just as filthy. Fucking you into a slippery, sticky mess with each rut of his hips. And then he hoists your foot onto the desk, hits a gummy spot that has you arching, quivering in his grasps. Blinding you and consuming you whole.

Your body decides that’s all you can take, squeezing so tightly around Simon as your orgasm becomes ferocious and unbearable. You seize up, Simon dropping his forehead against your shoulder as he tries to fuck you good and well through it, cussing under his breath. Everything’s fuzzy, blurry, and hazy; you’re dizzy, every part of your body melted into the sensory receptors of your body.

You don’t even realize you’re doing it, what words you’re saying, but you’re babbling for him to finish in you, cum inside you, taint your delicate flesh with every thing he possibly can.

It’s a few more shallow thrusts before his fingers are digging harsh into your hips, sharp teeth pinching against your shoulder. Warms your already scorching cunt with his spend, bucking his hips deeper with each new spurt.

Even after you milked him for all he’s worth, he rocks his cock into you again and again. Slower, softer, more careful from the way he was just bruising your cervix seconds ago. Relishes in the way your folds flutter overstimulated around him, middle and index finger tracing around where the two of you meet, where your pussy stretches so pretty for him, like he doesn’t want to slip out just yet.

Your fingers tangle into his on your hip, “Don’t think I paid my full debt yet. If you take me home, I can really show you how grateful I am.”

You’ve never seen him speed faster to your house, ripping the keys from your grasps when he deems you took long enough to open your door. It makes you laugh, finding it quite hilarious how eager he is to fuck you all night, a trucks engine worth of orgasms.

That night you let him fuck your mouth, slobbering and choking over his fat cock as he carves the shape into the back of your throat. Sucking the salty taste clean from him.

When morning comes he fucks you again, even though your pussy is sore and swollen, your muscles contracting painfully with each movement from overuse. The way he coaxes your orgasm out of you is worth it all, the way he kisses you goodbye soft and sweet after a shower at the door is even more so.

His promises to return later that night with his thumb rubbing tender strokes behind your ear are even better. Except this time you don’t have a theoretical debt to pay or a shitty pick-up, just a simple guarantee.

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[sukunasteeth]

Picking You Up From Work

Sukuna leans on the bumper of his Camaro, hoping a drop of rain doesn’t land perfectly on the tip of his cigarette and snuff it out. He’s pretending not to watch the front door of your workplace, like an anxious dog waiting for his owner to come home, but it’s ten minutes past the time you said you’d be out, and he was ready to take you to his apartment and settle down for the night. It had been a long day- he wanted to forget it in the taste of your whimpering on his tongue.

Customers pass him on their way into your workplace. Sukuna wonders briefly what has them whispering to each other and sneaking glances over at him: the nearly sixty year old car or the man covered in tattoos leaning against it?

Fifteen minutes pass before he checks his phone again. It was unlike you to be late, you knew Sukuna had a pet peeve of not being on time and, despite how hairbrained you were, he knew you tried to meet him halfway. Looking over his shoulder, he peeks at the flowers sitting on the passenger seat waiting for you. If he had known you'd be a minute, he would have put a splash of water in the bottom of the flower wrap holding the bouquet together. He clicks his tongue in disappointment, hoping they don’t wilt by the time you get to them.

“I’m sorry, I have to get going-” Your voice chimes through the sound of the rainfall like a cleansing bell, bringing Sukuna’s attention snapping back towards the exit of your work.

You're standing halfway between his car and the building, directly in the middle of the parking lot. A man dressed in a similar uniform to yours is standing a little too close to you for Sukuna’s comfort.

He flicks the ash off of the end of his cigarette and takes a drag.

~

“Are you sure?”

It’s been a long day.

“We could go get some coffee and just hangout for a bit-”

A really long day.

Granted: working customer service you expected long days. Grating days. Days in which you questioned your faith in humanity. But, that all usually ended when you clocked out for the night and headed home. You could easily forget all of it at the door. Tonight, however, the annoyance of having to save face continues.

You had been trying to give this guy a hint all day as he followed you around, desperate to catch your attention and doing anything to gain a brownie point. It was really starting to tick you off.

Not only that, you knew Sukuna was waiting for you somewhere in the parking lot and it was only a matter of time before this man was decapitated before your very eyes.

Dammit, you just wanted to go home.

“I’m sorry, Sam. I’ve got someone waiting for me. Have a good night!” You try to wave him off, offering a polite smile before you turn your back to him.

"Who's waiting for you?" Sam calls out, still not catching the hint.

Before you can reply, a hand reaches around your waist, securing you to a familiar side- but you've been on edge all day, just waiting for your coworker to make one bold wrong move. On instinct, you snatch the wrist at your hip with a deathgrip before realization is able to save you.

Your eyes whip up to meet Sukuna's smirking gaze, his smile flashing into that serpentine grin that makes your fight or flight mode go off.

"Ohoho-" He chuckles, and there’s a mischievous darkness lurking beneath it. 

"'Kuna!" You ease your grip immediately, cradling his hand in sympathy. Part of you is instantly relieved he’s here to sweep you away, and the other part is sweating over how he’s going to handle this situation.  

Sukuna could be a bit possessive. 

"Good grip." He purrs, snatching up your own hand instead and continuing his original plan of tucking you securely into his side. "You turned your back to the scum bag, though." He tsks quietly. "My brat should know better."

Sukuna easily turns the both of you around, lifting you slightly to move without tripping you. You’re forced to face your coworker once again, although you notice that your unease has dissipated with Sukuna next to you now. 

“Is this...? A-Are you guys…” Sam sneers at Sukuna's sudden appearance, his poorly shaven lip curling up in disgust. 

Sukuna merely hums in response, “Every night while you’re wet dreamin’ about it.”

“S-Sukuna!” You interrupt, squeezing his fingers. Heat burns in your ears and you can feel them going pink under Sam’s now incredulous stare. “Is… my… yes.” You finish quietly, trying to avoid either one of the men watching you. Letting people into your personal life was not something you liked to do, even though you're sure your fiance would love it if you screamed it from the rooftops.

“Aw,” Sukuna makes a fond, sentimental noise and you press your elbow into his rib cage when you hear a mischievous lilt to his tone. 

“You and this guy?” Sam gives Sukuna an obvious once over, crossing his gangly arms over his chest in disapproval. “He’s not even your type!”

Oh.

Maybe this guy deserved a good beating.

Even you were too afraid to look at your fiance at that moment, you could tell by the look on Sam’s face that Sukuna wasn’t happy. 

The scariest part about Sukuna getting angry, was the lack of reaction. There was no glaring. No muscles going rigid. No shouting. There was only this overwhelming sense of danger, like a prey animal realizing it was about to meet its predator. 

Sam tries to fix it, sensing the murderous intent hanging in the air, but his ego still tries to bite: “Look, dude, I don’t mean any harm. I just think she needs a gentleman.”

…

Now that piques your interest.

You need a gentleman?

You almost completely forget about Sukuna for a moment, your head snapping in your coworker's direction with breakneck speed. 

“Gentleman?” You repeat, scoffing. “Are you fucking kidding me? You’ve been breathing down my neck like a fucking animal in heat all day. Practically begging for half a second of female attention in any form you can get it and you’re standing here-after trying to follow me to my car like some fucking pervert- and you’re trying to tell me you’re a gentleman?”

When you try to take a step forward, you're reminded of Sukuna's unrelenting grip on your hip bone, holding you in place.

“Calm down- all I wanted to do was walk you to your car.” Your ill-favored coworker rolls his eyes, although you can sense his discomfort in the way he takes a few steps away from you. His ego speaks again, and you see red. “You don’t have to be such a bitch about it.” 

What.

“Alright, alright” Sukuna is shoving something cold and jagged into your hands, distracting the sudden confused rage that washes over you. Before you can expel it, he unfastens his hand from around your waist and nudges you in the direction behind him. “Go start the car.”

You blink up at him, taken back by the entire situation. His keys dangle in your frozen fingers, clinking together. 

Sukuna knows you're mad. Knows the only thing on your mind is curb stomping the man in front of you. And you know he won't let you get anywhere near that.

“Come on, Duckie.” He purses his lower lip in a mock pout when you don't turn to leave immediately. There’s something dark glittering behind the faux playfulness in his eyes, reassuring you that nobody was going to get off easy, asking you politely to turn your gaze from what he was about to do.

His calloused thumb sweeps over your fingertips, gliding over the deep red nail polish there. The kiss he presses against your knuckles is one meant for royalty. Soft and sweet. And incredibly persuasive. “I just got these nails done. Lemme keep ‘em pretty for ya.” 

~

When Sukuna opens the driver side door and slides in, fifteen minutes have passed. There’s a smear of blood on his cheek that matches the one on his knuckles, the red catches his eye in the review mirror. He licks his finger, using his spit to try and wipe it off before he turns to meet you, smiling sweetly. 

“What should we get for dinner?"

[callme-holly]

𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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ahra's masterlist.

SQUID GAME :

THANOS | CHOI SU-BONG

it's too late | thanos (choi su-bong)

fine line | thanos (choi su-bong)

fine line pt.2 | thanos (choi su-bong)

KANG DAE-HO | PLAYER 388

mrs. marine's trouble. | kang dae-ho (player 388)

NAM-GYU (PLAYER 124)

kiyowo | nam-gyu (player 124)

THE BEAR :

RICHIE JERIMOVICH

so kiss me | richie jerimovich

MIKEY BERZATTO

my mikey. | mikey berzatto

CARMEN BERZATTO

the chosen one. | carmen berzatto

GREASE :

KENICKIE MURDOCH

off-limits | kenickie murdoch

[dinerdweller]

who I write for

── .✦ the outsiders

Ponyboy Curtis, Sodapop Curtis, Darry Curtis, Dallas Winston, Johnny Cade, Two-bit Mathews, Steve Randle, Bob Sheldon, Marcia Meyrink & Cherry Valance

── .✦ grease

Kenicki, Danny, Putzie, Rizzo, Marty, Jan, Frenchy & Sandy

── .✦ elvis presley characters

Chad Gates, Lucky Jackson, Danny Fisher & Tulsa McLean

── .✦ matt dillon characters

Bob Hughes, Larry Maretto & Sam Lombardo

── .✦ austin butler characters

Benny Cross, Elvis Presley, Major Gale 'Buck' Cleven & Peyton Leverett

── .✦ random

Art Donaldson [challengers], Patrick Zweig [challengers], Danny Lyon [the bikeriders], Johnny Castle [dirty dancing] & Neil [watching the detectives]

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drive safe // katsuki bakugou smau

i made this at 4am and wasn't gonna post it until later but the caffeine got to me!!

part two

[layla4567]

Tell me about it

Pairing: Bob!Floyd x Fem!reader

Summary: As a true lover of musical movies, you were excited for the re-release of Grease on the big screen. But you didn't want to go to the drive-in alone, so you invited your friend. A perfect plan to clear the air between the two of you.

Warnings: Pilot/aviator reader, Again, I have no idea what this movie is about, so I apologize to this fandom if anything I wrote is inaccurate (please enjoy my ignorance anyway, lol), cute interactions, pining, fluff, +18, smut, backseat/car sex, p in v, unprotect sex (wraped before you use it), sexual innuendo, What is in italics are Bob's thoughts, suggestive, Bob gets hard but he's still a gentleman, reader teases him a little, He has a hard time taking hints, jerking off, praising, oral (both reciving), slightly dry humping

Mamma Mia, La La Land, The Phantom of the Opera, etc. You had a long list of all the musicals you'd seen, but your favorite was definitely Grease. You loved the vintage '50s/'60s aesthetic—the clothes, the music—everything looked like it came straight out of a magazine.

And everyone at Top Gun knew it. You'd constantly sit and yammer on about how much you adored Sandy or how handsome John Travolta looked in that movie. Sometimes you'd even quietly hum "Summer Nights."

And the person who loved listening to you the most was your friend Bob. Every time you sat down with him, you'd come up with the same old refrain he practically knew by heart, but he never got tired of it. Bob was very patient with you; sometimes you didn't know if he put up with you like the others or if he really liked listening to you talk about your passions. You admitted that sometimes you were a bit tiresome when chatting about the same subject.

Whatever the case, he always supported you and agreed to all your crazy ideas. You often invited him over to your house to watch The Wizard of Oz or Moulin Rouge, and he seemed to have a good time. Well, he was your friend, after all, and if he wasn't comfortable with something, he'd politely tell you. Always.

That day, you were about to leave the conference room when you pulled out your phone to scroll through the news. A post nearly made you jump out of your chair, letting out a strangled gasp. Bob, sitting next to you, whipped his head around, his gaze darting from your phone to your face, a worried frown forming on your face. But little by little, a small smile began to form on your lips until it became a full smile, almost a laugh.

"NO WAY"

You stood up from your chair, and he followed suit. Without taking your eyes off your phone, you jumped up and down, waving your free hand enthusiastically and excitedly.

"What? What's the matter?"

"Grease is going to be re-released at a drive-in theater for its anniversary!!!" you said in a high-pitched voice, squealing with joy like a mouse.

Bob, at your side, relaxed and smiled with relief, looking at you with tenderness, like someone looking at a child.

"That's good news, I guess." He smiled

You looked at him with an offended grimace, you looked so funny and angry that you got a giggle out of him "Just good news? That's excellent news! We have to go there!!"

Bob gulped and blinked, suddenly caught off guard. "We? Uh, I thought you were going alone."

Your disappointed face broke his heart and he felt bad for the answer he gave you so he quickly added "It's not that I don't want to go! B-but I thought this time you wanted to enjoy the movie alone..."

You put your hands on your hips and smiled sweetly at him. "I could never get bored of sharing the movies I like with you."

He smiled blushing and opened his eyes wide when you took his hands "Come on Bob it will be fun, and we can dress up as Sandy and Danny, you have to go, it wouldn't be the same without you"

That confession caught him off guard and quickly, without thinking it through, he nodded several times and said, "Y-yeah, yeah. I'll be there."

You gave a little cry of victory and thanked him with a kiss on the cheek and trotted off. Bob seemed to disarm himself as he watched you go, sighing. Phoenix approached him and put a hand on his shoulder, which startled him.

"You're caught up in this, dude."

The boy with glasses laughed nervously, "I think so… and I'm not sure it's a good idea."

"Oh no no, you can't break your promise now. Besides, if you hurt her, I'll wring your neck myself," she said, smiling as if she hadn't said anything bad.

Bob knew that Phoenix and you were close friends too. His hand shook slightly as he adjusted his glasses while nodding to the woman.

The next day was the weekend, which meant a day off for the pilots, and that day was also the rerun of Grease, which was perfect. You decided to go to the salon to get the curls Sandy wears at the end of the movie, and you also went shopping for shoes identical to the ones she wore. Meanwhile, Bob was at home, staring at himself in the mirror while nervously combing his hair, trying to imitate Travolta's look, but failing in the process.

There were only a few hours left until he was due to pick you up, and he still hadn't even found the right clothes. He decided to take out his cell phone and call Mickey.

"Uh, I think I need your help, buddy"

An hour later, the tanned man parked his car in front of Bob's house. He got out, carrying a hanger of clothes, and knocked on the door. Bob rushed to open it.

"God, you saved my life"

His friend smiled amusedly, noticing that Bob was in a bind he couldn't get out of. "Listen, I brought you a leather jacket of mine and a pair of pants from a friend. Take good care of it or he'll break my neck if it gets damaged," he said, laughing.

After saying goodbye, Bob went back to his room to change. Looking at himself in the mirror again, he felt a little ridiculous, even though the clothes suited him. Patent leather shoes, a white T-shirt, a leather jacket, and black tailored pants. It wasn't his style, but you'd no doubt like it.

You were already waiting at the entrance to your house. Bob was going to pick you up in his car to go to the drive-in. The sun was beginning to set on the horizon and the temperature was starting to drop. You hugged your arms to keep warm while the breeze moved your curls around your face. A few minutes later, a gray car appeared, and your friend got out, looking down at the floor. When he slowly looked up, his eyes sparkled with admiration. There you were, with a big, red-lipped smile, looking at him. Your vintage-style hair made you look like a bombshell, your legs were wrapped in leather leggings, making them stand out, and your off-the-shoulder top exposed your collarbones and silky skin. And if that weren't enough, the light coming from above your house's entrance illuminated your back against the light, making you look like an ethereal angel fresh from heaven.

Bob stood halfway there, his mouth ajar, speechless. His eyes shone like the morning dew, looking at you as if you were someone worthy of being worshipped, but not by just any mortal. He was used to seeing you with your hair tied back and that ugly khaki aviator uniform (though it looked better on you than on anyone else), and now seeing you like this was a huge surprise. But a wonderful one

"Y-y/n.." he sighed totally dazzed

You laughed amusedly, fully aware of his trance. With your best seductive pose, you winked at him. "Tell me about it, stud."

Bob smiled without taking his eyes off you, mesmerized, enthralled, you had dazzled him without even trying. He only reacted when you went down the steps and warmed up from the cold by hugging yourself. He quickly shook his head and took off his jacket like a true gentleman to put it over your shoulders.

"Thank you, you are a charm"

He just blushed at your compliment and looked at you, smiling like a puppy. The pink color rising on his cheeks seemed cute to you, and you felt satisfied that you were the only one who could get that reaction out of him. Now that you were closer, you could get a good look at his outfit: his slicked-back hair, the tight t-shirt that showed off his muscles, and the pants that seemed tailor-made. Simply divine.

"You look very handsome, Bob." You smiled

The pink color on his face turned almost red as he mumbled a thank you. "I mean, and you look... gorgeous too." He was so mesmerized by your beauty that he forgot to say something nice to you. You closed your eyes and turned your face down slightly, trying in vain to hide your blush.

"But... I think you're missing something..."

Bob looked at you in amazement when you took a strand of hair from his forehead with a finger and twisted it around your index finger to curl it, letting it fall near his eyes, perfectly framing his face.

"Now stud, we can go."

You drove several miles until you reached a vacant lot where other cars were parked in front of a large screen resembling a projector, where the movie was about to start. You two got out of the car to go buy popcorn and strawberry milkshakes at a retro diner. Once you paid for your drinks and food, you got into the car, which wasn't a convertible but allowed you to see most of the screen.

The movie had started, and you settled into your seat, getting comfortable while grabbing your strawberry milkshake. Bob had grabbed the bucket of popcorn next to you. He was trying to concentrate on the movie, but having a beauty at his side made it almost mission impossible. He watched you laugh with that big, white-toothed smile as you sipped from the straw. An action as simple as that, but in Bob's mind, it was sinful, the way your lips formed a U to insert the straw and how your tongue slowly poked out to skim the milk foam that had remained on the rim of the glass. He was starting to feel that annoying tickle in his groin.

"Oh no no, not now" he thought

To hide it, he sank further into the seat of his car while catching two or three popcorns in his mouth. You weren't the least bit stupid and you noticed the way he was looking at you out of the corner of your eye. At that moment, you thought you could get a little fun out of all this. Anyway, you'd seen this movie hundreds of times, you were ovulating, and your friend was very handsome, what were you waiting for? Innocently, leaving the milkshake in the cup holder, you moved closer to him. Bob almost shuddered at having you so close and a better view of your cleavage. Hesitantly, he took a few seconds to decide his next move. Should he do it? He put an arm over your shoulder, barely touching you as if you were made of glass, afraid of breaking you.

You had to suppress a smile and decided to go ahead with your plan. You squeezed your legs together, rubbing your thighs together, very aware that his gaze was now focused on that area. Bob cleared his throat slightly.

"Good movie uh?"

"Yeah.."

You said without much interest as you rested your head on his shoulder. You instantly noticed how his body tensed and his alarm bells went off. Bob wasn't sure what to do now, hug you? Say something? Stay still?! Inwardly, you laughed, knowing the internal struggle your friend was having. You waited a few seconds to make him believe that you wouldn't do anything else, and when his body seemed to ease up again, you bit your lip and slid a painfully slow hand up his thigh, bringing it up close to his groin.

JESUS CHRIST

Bob coughed, nearly choking on a piece of popcorn. Your friend's mind seemed to stop at that very moment as his entire body heated up like the sun. His head was in turmoil, trying to keep the blood from rushing to his penis. He tried to think of unpleasant thoughts, but with your hand still on his thigh, it was torturously difficult.

Innocently but with a mischievous glint in your eyes you pretended to drop a popcorn that you had taken from his bucket, as you did so you slid your hand again now down his knee until going down to his calf, giving it as if it weren't enough a squeeze with your fingertips and nails

FUCKFUCKFUCK...Please, DON'T!

Bob had to close his eyes tightly as he clenched his fists and breathed with his mouth half open. Luckily, you were still crouched down so you couldn't see his face twisted in agony. When you stood up, he quickly opened his eyes, looking at you, flushed and with watery eyes from having squeezed them so tightly. You smiled casually, apologizing, and he smiled back, simply saying that everything was fine. But everything was far from fine; now he was breathing heavily and still couldn't stop himself from getting an erection.

Not content with that, you continued teasing him with things like parting your hair to one side to show your collarbones or grabbing a little whipped cream from your milkshake with your finger and sucking it in an almost pornographic way. You were trying every way to get him hard, and you were succeeding. But Bob didn't want to make you uncomfortable, so when he started to feel his member growing, he quickly placed the popcorn bucket between his legs, hiding his embarrassment.

"Everything alright?" you asked breaking the silence

"Yeah..." he exhaled nervously

You looked at the bucket of popcorn he was holding between his legs and bit your lip, mischievous and amused. You made a gesture to grab the bucket.

"Let me hold it for you, I'll put it in the middle of the seat.."

"NO!"

Bob's shrill voice, two octaves higher, surprised you. He realized he'd raised his voice more than he should have and turned red, gripping the bucket tighter until his knuckles turned white. God, he realized he was acting weird, but he couldn't help it. The worst part was that you weren't doing anything wrong, but his dirty mind was betraying him. You just wanted to hang out with him and watch the movie. At least that's what he thought. He cleared his throat nervously, trying not to babble.

"I'm sorry, I prefer to have it close to me..."

Damn it, can't you at least make up an excuse?

With a suspicious look you asked him, "And may I know why?"

Done, you're screwed

Bob swallowed loudly, his lower lip slightly trembling, his mouth half-open to say something, but not a sound came out. He didn't even dare look at you, avoiding your gaze whenever he could.

"Bob?... Look at me..." you said in a slow and sweet voice

He closed his eyes and bit his lip, feeling caught in the act. He was tempted to look away, but when you spoke to him like that, he felt like he was going to melt. Slowly and embarrassedly, he turned his head to look at you.

"What's under the bucket Bob?"

He already catch you out, idiot!

He opened his eyes and quickly replied "N-Nothing!!

You suppressed a smile; you knew exactly what was wrong with your friend. You waited a few seconds and, as agile as a cat, you snatched the popcorn bucket away from him. When you pulled away, you noticed a bulge pressed through the thin fabric of his pants, wanting to escape and a dark, wet stain was spreading. Bob, mortally embarrassed, twitched his face and covered his eyes with one hand, hoping the earth would swallow him up. You definitely wouldn't want to go near him or speak to him again.

"Oh... wow.."

He groaned in embarrassment at your reaction. "I know, I know. Shit, I'm so sorry.."

"Finally..."

Bob uncovered his face and turned to look at you so quickly that he almost broke his neck. "W-wait, what?"

You covered your mouth to laugh. "Sorry Bob, but I've been trying to get you hard for a while."

Bob's expression of confusion was indescribable; his brain seemed to short-circuit. You started laughing even louder, unable to stop yourself. Although he didn't find it funny, your laughter was contagious.

"I'm afraid I don't understand... so you were doing it on purpose?"

You gave him a look as if to say, "Come on Bob, don't be so naive."

"Oh Bob, Of course I was doing it on purpose"

"B-but why?"

You moved even closer to him, almost putting your knees on his thighs. He gasped at the gesture. You placed your hands on his shoulders, resting your weight lightly on him.

"I don't know, maybe you look very handsome today, or maybe you've always been. Has anyone ever told you that?"

"N-n-noo"

You smiled. "Well, I'll fix that. I'll remind you all night." You looked down to see his bulge trapped in the fabric. "Mmh, it looks painful. Do you want me to help you with that?" You asked innocently, doe-eyed.

WHAT-

Bob felt like he was in a dream, in a fog. None of this was happening; it couldn't be real... or could it? Were you really suggesting you help him with his erection? Bob shook his head several times.

"Uh no, no you don't have to-"

"Please~... let me, I want to"

Your silky voice was starting to do things to him. You ran your red-nailed finger along his jaw, caressing it, while you stared at his lips. You placed your hands on his zipper, pausing to look at him, as if asking for permission. He nodded vigorously. You pulled the zipper down with precision, quickly pulled down the elastic of his boxers as well, and there he was. Pink, veiny, and throbbing, with a bit of precum at the tip, dripping.

"How beauty"

With every word and compliment, his cock seemed to weep more, releasing its liquid. You wrapped a hand around his shaft, and Bob moaned helplessly. You began sliding your hand up and down, spreading the precum as lubricant to increase the speed. The brunette felt in seventh heaven, closing his eyes to feel everything with more pleasure and depth. When you ran your thumb over his slit, his hips involuntarily contracted upwards.

"F-fuck! Ssorry.."

But his pelvis wanted to keep pounding the air.

"Don't hold back, darling, keep going."

Bob threw his head back, and you bent down, opening your mouth and beginning to suck on his member. When he felt your velvety lips on his cock, his eyes widened and he let out a breathy moan. Your mouth worked with precision as your tongue ran over his tip, massaging it. Bob placed his hand in your hair, holding on lightly like an anchor, but not pushing, just wanting to make sure you wouldn't slip away.

"God!, fuckfuck, don't s-stop..please~"

Your lips moved up and down his twitching cock as you felt Bob's hips shudder. When you sensed he was close, from the way his thighs shook and his pelvis became erratic, you began to suck faster.

"Shitshitshit, i i-think m' gonna c-cum, fuck"

And a few seconds after saying that, you felt your mouth fill with a slightly salty, warm liquid. You swallowed it all, not leaving a drop. You stood up slowly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, smearing it with lipstick that had already run from your face. You noticed that his dick also had red kiss marks from your lipstick; it looked like a work of art.

All the while, Bob was breathing with his mouth open, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. His face was slightly sweaty, and his glasses were slipping down the bridge of his nose. He looked at you, his gaze slightly lost and cloudy.

"So? It was good?" You asked

If it was good? Hell yeah

"It was more than good..." he sighed

"Perfect, because we are not finished yet"

You straddled his lap, placing your hands on his face and beginning to kiss him. He gasped into your mouth in surprise, but soon learned the rhythm. A fiery, open-mouthed kiss with tongues swirling. You even allowed yourself to gently bite his lower lip, and he moaned in pleasure. His hands traveled down your back, caressing your skin beneath your top. His calloused but warm hands were beginning to soak your underwear and make your core throb. Unable to contain yourself, you began to rub your crotch against his cock, which was getting hard again. You wanted to feel him inside you.

His hands on your waist guided your movements like a wave, but they didn't seem to be enough for how needy the two of you were. Bob moaned against your lips and moved away just a few inches from your mouth.

"Wait, wait, not like that. In the backseat. I-I want to make you feel good too."

You nodded, pressing your forehead against his, "please..."

He gently held your waist with a firm but gentle hand and guided you to the back seat, careful not to hit your head on the roof of the car. You tried to squeeze into the narrow space as you spread your legs and Bob knelt between them. His hands traveled anxiously to your leggings, but he stopped to look at you.

"Are you sure? I don't have..-"

You nodded anxiously. "I am, I am on pill. Besides, you don't have to ask permission."

He began to pull down the elastic, and you helped him pull down your panties as well, revealing your wet, throbbing pussy. Bob's mouth was almost watering. Without wasting any time, he began kissing your inner thighs, lovingly caressing them. He wanted to take his time, making you feel as good as you had felt for him. His hot, wet kisses blended beautifully with your warm skin. Bob kissed your mons pubis, his lips moving down to suck on your clit and run his tongue over your sticky folds. Your chest began to rise with each sharp breath as you let out high-pitched whimpers. His tongue darted up and down like he was sucking on ice cream, skillfully lapping up every drop of your juices. You gripped his hair tightly as you lifted your hips, moaning his name. He hummed against your core as his thumbs traced circles on the soft flesh of your thighs.

"B-Bob I'm, I-I'm gonna ngh"

He looked up at you, a string of drool connected to your pussy. "I know, babe, let it go"

With a spasm and an arched back, you let out a cry as you reached your high. A warm, sticky liquid stained Bob's chin and lips, which he licked. He stood up to look at you. You looked divine, your eyes half-closed and your skin glistening with sweat.

"Are you okay? Do you want to stop now?"

With one hand you stroked his hair and placed it on the collar of his shirt, bringing him closer. "Bob, I need your pretty cock inside me now."

He blushed and stammered a "sure thing." He gently helped you lie down on the seat again and climbed on top of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he aligned himself.

"Just tell me if its hurt, I'll start slow"

You nodded, and when you felt the tip enter, you opened your mouth in a nearly silent gasp, frowning. Bob stopped a little, panicking.

"You ok?" He asked worried

"Yes, it was just a scare"

My God, you didn't think I was that thick. Bob started with soft, slow thrusts that made your eyes roll back. Your walls coiled around him perfectly. His pelvis slamming gently and slowly against you made you see stars. Soft moans came from your mouth like prayers that grew louder.

"Keep going like that please don't stop" you said between a whimper

He obeyed, his hands firm on your hips, accompanying the rocking motion and helping you match the rhythm with your body despite the narrow space. Bob concentrated on not cumming too early, but your sounds and your pretty face, slightly twisted into a raised frown and half-open mouth, made it difficult. Fuck, you looked so cute just like that, you looked so pure and yet so filthy at the same time.

He leaned closer to you to capture your hand and intertwine it above your head while the other remained on your hip. In this new position, the tip of his cock touched your G-spot, making you clench around him. Bob felt it and groaned, a moan trapped in his throat like a bubble about to burst. He increased the speed of his thrusts, but not the force, since he didn't want to hurt you. Your free hand scratched his clothed back, and even then, he could feel the burning of your skin, probably marked by the marks you had been rubbing against your nails. This made him release the moan he'd been holding back, like a cry.

"Pleasepleaseplease like that!" You moaned

He filled you completely, almost working for you. You breathed heavily because you knew you were about to cum. Bob, who also wanted to chase his own orgasm, began to thrust into you sloppily, messily, and uncontrollably. When he felt your climax on his cock, he couldn't hold back and came immediately, staining your thighs. He didn't want to finish inside you even though you were on birth control, so he pulled out as quickly as he could, his semen spilling onto the seat and his pants. When you felt him come out, you moaned plaintively; you were still sensitive.

"Fuck I'm sorry" he said panting, seeing the sticky hot mess everywhere.

He gently helped you sit down and straightened your clothes and the sweaty hair that was sticking to your neck and face. You both sat on the wet patch next to each other while you waited for your breathing to regulate. Once you were calm and back to normal, Bob said

"Wow, I still can't believe that just happened..."

"Did it bother you?"

He quickly corrected himself, "No, no! Not at all! I didn't mean it like that, it's just that... I was just wondering... why me?"

And for the first time that night you dared to say what was in your heart, with the most genuine sincerity, not lust, just... affection.

"Why? You really don't know? Bob, you're the most sensitive and compassionate pilot in Top Gun, and I mean that in the best way possible. And not just Top Gun. You're a wonderful person inside and out. You're kind to everyone, patient, and you listen without judgment. You're always there, attentive, observing, ready to help anyone who needs it. You have no idea how lucky you are to be the way you are. Girls like that in a man. They're not looking for ripped men with empty brains. We like what's inside, not what's outside."

Bob listened to you attentively, holding his breath, not wanting to disturb the serenity of your words. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, and that you were the one saying those things that touched him to the core. When you finished speaking, he could see the warmth in your eyes. He sighed, weighing your words, not knowing what to say or how to respond to that. Although you knew he didn't need to say anything, you simply spoke from the bottom of your heart.

"I... I just.. thanks. I mean really, thank you"

And hidden in that gratitude was the satisfaction of knowing he felt seen. Now Bob knew he wasn't invisible, because someone had noticed him. He smiled at you and after a few minutes, he looked at his pants; they were stained with semen, wet, and sticking to the fabric. Suddenly he remembered what FanBoy had told him about that piece of clothing.

"Oh fuck I'm screwed..."

Now Mickey's friend would kill him, and then FanBoy would kill Bob. You looked at him, confused but smiling.

"These pants were borrowed..."

You looked down at his groin and then started laughing out loud, he imitated you, what was done was done anyway.

Two days later when you returned to the military base and you two were chatting with your friends, Phoenix asked

"So? was the movie good?"

You stifled a giggle and simply replied, "Oh, it was sooo good, very... exciting."

Bob was drinking a bottle of water next to you, and when he heard you, he spat out the contents, almost choking. Rooster patted him on the back to make him cough.

"Slow down buddy, learn to drink, geez"

[anifever]

Gang w/ a Sandy!Reader ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

The Outsiders x Fem!Reader

୨୧ : HC’s of the gang with a reader who’s like Sandy Olsson from Grease

A/N : This doesn’t mean specifically being Australian, blonde, white, blah blah- just her personality and stuff 😭 anyways I watch grease at least once a month

˖⁺‧₊˚ 🎙️ ˚₊‧⁺˖

Darry

୨ He thinks you’re precious

୨ Probably not the type of person he thought he’d end up with, but he doesn’t care

୨ On the contrary, could’ve been a high school sweetheart situation where he played football and you did cheer teehee

୨ Anyways, no matter when he first met you happened to be, he was mainly worried about how you’d handle the boys LMAO

୨ Tells the guys off whenever they tease you about something

୨ You kind of remind him of his mom which is comforting (not in a weird way, go away Sigmund Freud)

୨ That being said, you become somewhat of a mother figure over the group

୨ Ponyboy looks up to you a lot, Johnny loves how nice you are, and Soda thinks talking to you is refreshing

୨ Overall, he’s happy that you also bring them so much comfort

୨ Him wearing a light blue button-up shirt to match one of your lil’ pastel blue dresses 😋😋

୨ Fussing when they all come back from a rumble- you would’ve been extremely against the idea in the first place

୨ Getting sick when you see the blood all over him

୨ Him assuring you he’s fine but still freaking out, but you take a breather and try to help clean him up nonetheless

୨ You’re really good at helping him relax wether it’s massaging his shoulders or cracking a joke to try and lighten the mood

୨ He’s overall really protective over you

୨ If you ever asked to go watch a rumble, which would be unrealistic anyways, he’d immediately refuse and die on that hill

୨ He also really likes that you’re still able to stand your ground and speak your mind

୨ He ALSO likes that you have manners, it’s the bare minimum but it makes him love you more

Two-Bit

୨ Says the NASTIEST stuff to you just to see your reactions

୨ Has definitely pulled the thing he did with Marcia where he playfully offers her tobacco

୨ You were at a party either he or your friend dragged you along to or something and he offered to get you a beer but you said you didn’t drink

୨ He then offered you a cig and you hastily declined and he was just like “You’re real pure, ain’t ya baby?”

୨ Some clip of Elvis performing came on the TV once and you got all flustered/uncomfortable and he got giggly about it

୨ Anyways, his little sister thinks you’re an angel

୨ She’s always talking about your perfectly styled hair, painted nails, pretty outfits, etc

୨ He responds pretty coolly when she does it with a lil’ grin, but he’s so proud of himself on the inside

୨ Imagine having tea parties with her and him just watching from the doorway with a lovey dovey smile ARGGAHAHAGAG

୨ If someone dares to call you stuff like “wet blanket” or a “goody goody” he will be coming for them HARD

୨ The insults would be so creative

୨ He’s probably convinced you to drink just once and you threw up immediately after

୨ Never again.

Steve

୨ Absolutely thought you were a prude at first

୨ Even after he got to know you better, he still teased you about it

୨ One-sided enemies to lovers 😇😇

୨ You coming into the DX and him just mumbling under his breath while Soda rings you up

୨ Then proceeds to gossip about you after you leave; not without you giving them both a big smile and filling the tip jar first

୨ “Ain’t ever seen a girl that cheery. She apparently hasn’t even kissed anybody, y’know that? 🙄” and Soda’s just like “Man, who cares..”

୨ Soda slowly notices how much he talks about you and realizes what’s happening

୨ He brought it up and Steve was like “NUH-UH”

୨ Even with that, it was extremely obvious

୨ He constantly stares at you whenever you come into the store, he sees you at school, or just anywhere in general

୨ Anyways yada yada he finally asked you out after some subtle flirting that slowly became more obvious

୨ EVERYBODY is surprised

୨ An innocent, friendly soc with a greaser mechanic who does backflips off of cars; not a common pairing

୨ If you ever happened to swear ONCE, he’d have a field day

୨ A “damn,” “hell,” or “shit” slips out and it’s like someone died- he’ll never let it go

୨ He’s the type to tease you then get pissed when someone else joins in

୨ He’s “Only I’m allowed to do that” in the flesh

Dallas

୨ Caught off guard at first

୨ Deadass didn’t believe anyone could be as big of a goody-two-shoes as you are

୨ Fs teases you but you slowly grow on him- he sees the innocence as a challenge (not surprising)

୨ Found out you didn’t even have pierced ears and was like ?????

୨ Dare I say he’s a Kenickie variant

୨ Then again, the scene where Danny’s like “I don’t do parents” when Sandy asks him to come over is so him too

୨ Knocked on your window in the middle of the night and saw your nightgown and started chuckling about it, and you then proceeded to try and shut him up because you were horrified of your parents hearing him

୨ Going to Buck’s with him and either staying in his room or just sitting uncomfortably in a corner

୨ You might watch a pool game but all the smoke and alcohol would overwhelm you

୨ Unfortunately, he’s the type to pull the thing Danny did at the drive in, in which you’d ofc react the same way Sandy did

୨ You calling Buck’s car a “sin wagon” would be so accurate

୨ He tries to make it up to you by showing up to your front door (much to your parents dismay..) and giving you his Christopher again along with some flowers that he definitely didn’t pick from some rando’s garden

୨ I’m lying. He did.

୨ He also takes you on a real date afterwards, which is saying something

୨ Like Steve, he’s also the type of person to get mad when another person thinks they can make fun of you

୨ You’re so understanding and forgiving that he’s kinda confused a lot of the time LMAO

୨ Luckily for him, your good reputation probably gets him out of a lot of trouble

Soda

୨ Oh my god he’s so nice about it

୨ He’s head over heels

୨ Obviously he goofs off with the boys, but he’s overall the nicest/most open minded

୨ You two are so smiley all the time and it makes everyone SICK

୨ Gets a kick out of you not understanding sexual jokes or innuendos

୨ You guys look so good together it’s insane

୨ You’re so calming compared to the stress of being in between Darry and Pony’s arguments constantly

୨ He also loves how bubbly and kind you are to everyone because of it

୨ Going to drag races with him simply because he likes them and you like seeing him happy (the scene where Sandy watches Danny race reference⁉️)

୨ He is not the brightest in the head but you’re extremely patient with him

୨ He’s also extremely protective over you

୨ Like imagine you’re visiting him at the DX and some other soc’s come by and start teasing you to his face when you head inside for a second

୨ He proceeds to get one of the hoses off the pump and start spraying them with gas 😋🤍

୨ Before they can get out, he just keeps spraying them in the face or something which makes them drive away

୨ He just laughs to himself and puts the nozzle up as you come back outside and you’re like “???? Babe what happened?” when you see the trail of gas and all he replies with is “Nothing sweetheart!! 🤗”

୨ He knows Steve’s gonna complain about having to help clean up the mess later but it was worth it to him

Johnny

୨ Probably the most chill with it??

୨ He thinks it’s sweet

୨ Also thinks you’re somewhat of a breath of fresh air from the guys, along with soc’s in general too

୨ Definitely thought it was kinda odd you didn’t drink or smoke or anything, but thought it was nice to meet someone who didn’t for a change

୨ You guys take walks through town from time to time and it’s a huge contrast

୨ A denim-clad boy covered in a bunch scars with a preppy looking girl who radiates happiness

୨ You help him get a better outlook on life with how positive you are

୨ Loveslovesloves all the pastel clothes you wear

୨ When he met you for the first time he couldn’t believe how nice you were

୨ Watching a movie either at the drive-in or Curtis house and some form of nude scene coming on, you covering your eyes, and him just grinning at your reaction

୨ Doesn’t hesitate to talk back to Dallas if he says something bad about you

୨ You never try to force him out of his comfort zone or anything and he appreciates that

୨ He said something about “a weed” to Dal and you had no clue what they meant

୨ “Hey Dal, you got a weed?”

୨ “Huh?”

୨ “Uh, I asked if he had a weed.”

୨ “..A what? What’s that mean?”

୨ Dallas chimes in from the bg and is like “Yo.. Johnny, man, is she kiddin’?”

Pony

୨ The main problem he has with it is the fact you don’t smoke and don’t like it in general

୨ He def tries to cut down for you/at least not do it in front of you though

୨ Started when he lit a cigarette while you guys were walking together and you started coughing like a maniac while he was just like 🤨

୨ Since he’s the youngest out of them all, he isn’t super used to hanging out with girls so it doesn’t phase him

୨ He thinks it’s different than most people for sure, but he knows what it’s like to feel that way so he relates

୨ He admires how nice you are to everybody

୨ Especially to greasers

୨ You’re so soft-spoken that it makes him giggle and kick his feet sometimes

୨ You’re a good student so you probably help him with work a lot

୨ Steve probably said something mean about you once and he got all sassy and made a remark to him

୨ “Heard you’re dating some priss now, ‘s that right, Pone?” and he’s like “Why don’t you go stick you and your big nose in someone else’s business if it’s that important?”

୨ Safe to say Steve kept his thoughts on you to himself after that

୨ Another one who thinks the way you dress (and look in general) is gorgeous, he’s left gobsmacked every time he sees you

୨ He’s always admiring you and has probably drawn you at least once

୨ His sass sometimes comes out on you when you don’t know something, but it’s jokingly

[cherrysfanfics-ily]

☆ Grease Masterlist ☆

♡ Frenchy Facciano

♡ Betty Rizzo

♡ Sandy Olsson

♡ Marty Maraschino

♡ Jan

♡ Kenickie Murdoch

♡ Danny Zuko

♡ Sonny

♡ Doody

☆ Doody x Male! Reader - 782 Word Count - Male! Reader

♡ Roger

♡ Leo Balmudo