#chopper dave x reader

[headlessjest]

So since you know arena mode

Could you

If possible

If not a bother

May you

May you give us some choppy

Chopper Dave getting affection? Or perhaps little little kissies?

CHOPPER DAVE!!! MY BRITISH BOY!!! (British people don’t exist. /j)

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

Oh, speaking of those madcom x knocked up reader, I’ve been meaning to ask… Do you think you could do some with Chopper Dave, Q-Bert and Skinner? You don’t have to ofc just. Asking

Cant be any characters left surely @_@ xD

Dis gon be looooong, get a snack or two, and some water.

Knocked up [Chopper Dave, Q-Bert, Skinner]

CW: AFAB reader, gender neutral, pregnancy warning

Dave

You were lounging on Dave's bed, waiting for him to finish fetching his charge back, a strong grunt with powers unmatched by any. They were highly favoured by all in the building, and your boyfriend shared in that admiration.

Killing time by playing games on your tablet, awaiting your man to ambush him with the news. You'd missed a cycle, and decided to take a test, which sat in the bathroom bin wrapped in toiler paper, cross marked. Positive.

It's not like you'd been actively trying for a child, but you weren't being careful either, let nature take her course and that course was parenthood. The door slid open, and your lover stepped in, beaming when he saw you. "Ello love,"

He removed his hat, placing it on the coat rack before strolling over and giving you a sweet kiss. "hope you 'aven't been too bored waiting for me, pigeon." His love of the sky invaded everything in his life, even his pet names for you, always something to do with birds.

"Hi Davey." You greeted back, nuzzling into his palm. "No, I've been playing GruntCraft. Built some silly things in creative mode. You wanna see?" He took off his jacket, revealing his sweaty t shirt, when he was out of the sky, his jacket cooked him.

"Sure thing, hen." He sat next to you, his hand massaging your back instinctively, his love language being physical touch. His fingertips sent pleasant shivers up your spine.

You shifted your character around and showed off some of the builds, getting a laugh as you showed off your giant wool sheep, with actual sheep inside it's hollow body. "Davey, there's something important I need to tell you."

"Your sheep building skills are baaahhdass. I already know." Dave grinned at you, his suave British charm making your heart flutter. You rolled your eyes and kissed his cheek, he was a goofball and you loved that about him.

"Its important, Dave." He lifted his arm, and you cuddled close into him, his familiar scent calming you down, yet exciting you too. "We're gonna have a baby."

Confusion crossed his features. "You what bird?" His brows knitted together. "That's a daft joke."

"It's not a joke honey. You can check in the bathroom bin, there's a test in there. You and me, we're having a baby." Dave's eyes lit up and he covered your face in kisses, his stubble scratching up your chin.

"We're pregnant? Really? Oh pidge we're gonna have a little aviator! Ach, we can paint their room to look like the sky, hang little planes up, and and-"

"Easy tiger," You laughed, music to his ears. Just when he thought he couldn't possibly fall deeper in love with you, you were going to carry his child. "we've got months to prepare. Besides, what if he or she prefers boat?"

Dave let out a dramatic gasp. "Then they're no child of mine!" He snorted and chuckled, unable to keep his fake shock up for a mere moment.

News quickly spread about your immanent baby, Dave gushing to everyone about his wonderful partner and their soon to be physical form of love for each other.

Bossman seemed to zone out when he talked, nodding along with the occasional "Mmmhmm."

Q-Bert rolled his eyes anytime the subject was brought up. "Are ye actually gonna buy somethin' or are ye jus' gon' waste my time again?"

Skinner was amused, letting him talk freely as much as his heart desired. "It's very rare that babies are even conceived in all of Nevada, let alone one right in this base. I'm sure they'll be a wonderful boost to morale."

None of the chefs gave him the time of day, he wasn't there for guns, so they had no interest.

Doc seemed sceptical to begin with, but would sometimes offer his own advice, having had a hand in Deimos' birth, and raising the little ankle biter. "Best advice I can really offer? Sleep when the baby sleeps. Don't try and sleep regularly, you'll be on baby time until they settle."

The mysterious grunt who seemed to build up the SQ didn't speak to anyone most of the time, would silently listen to Dave going on about anything and everything. "Hey listen, if uh, y'see anything sweet out there, like candy or chocolate, would you mind bringing some back? Pregnancy cravings are a bitch when you don't got much to work with." And faithfully, they'd always end up with something you'd enjoy.

Evenings and nights were blissful for the most part, a snack in hand while Dave talked about his day, interesting things he saw while flying, or a brief rundown of whatever the leader was up to that day. He was always massaging your feet which ached thanks to the added weight, or your tummy so he could hopefully coax a kick out of his little one.

"Does it hurt? When they kick." He perked up one night, hand over your active baby's writhing.

"No, but it's weird. Nice, but weird. At least we know they're healthy." You smiled, and Dave rested his head on your stomach.

"Aye, want nothing more than to have a healthy mite."

"What about yours?"

"Ey?" You poked Dave's gut.

"Your baby, does it kick?"

His cheeks turned red. "Oi! Cheeky bird! Don't insult my love handles. I'll have you know I worked very hard to get this dad bod for you."

Sleeping together was nice, you'd sleep on your side, a pillow between your legs, since it was most comfortable, and Dave would have an arm around your belly, spooning you from behind, keeping you safe in his grasp.

He'd cut back slightly on his drinking, slowly but surely becoming less indulgent on intoxicants to have a good time, enjoying just living in the moment with you, working towards the future.

Decorating the new nursery was a lot of effort too, he'd always work up a sweat painting, decorating, building baby essentials, it helped slim down his figure a little, but he was still plenty squishable and lovable.

He still had a job to do, indebted to the silent boss of the building, always flying them back and forth even if he wanted to hang around the closer your expectant day came. Alas, he was out flying when the action kicked off.

Bossman luckily had been passing by when you called out for help, and he rushed off to get Skinner, who easily picked you up and carried you to his office with care. You cried out for Dave, but he was absent, and Bossman was constantly pacing, calling him over the radio constantly.

"Don't worry, even if Dave isn't here, you're in safe hands." Skinner reassured you, wiping your forehead with a damp cloth.

"Why did he have to go out today?" You sobbed, this was scary, you had to face this alone, and he promised he'd be here for you. But he wasn't. "I hate him!"

Skinner nodded to his nurse, who took over caring for you while be busied himself at your other end. "You don't hate him, you're just upset he's not here." The nurse was kind, he was doing his best to soothe you. "I'm sure he's on his way as soon as possible."

Hours later, the door slid open, and Dave came running in. "PIGEON!" He yelled, running to your side. "I'm so sorry, boss wanted a lift to the otherside of Nevada and I-I I'm sorry!" He was crying, clearly upset about not being here the whole time.

"You're here now at least." You took Dave's hand. "You're here for the worst of it." He didn't leave your side, even as you crushed his hand. Eventually, you successfully delivered a baby girl, which Dave had insisted on naming Ava.

Q-Bert

You and Q-Bert weren't dating, more of a situationship. Both had urges, and could help each other out, and that worked fine. Until it didn't.

He was at his usual post, chewing tobacco behind his shop, legs crossed and propped on his desk, arms folded behind his head. You stepped up to his space, and he lifted his head, shadows cast over his eyes.

"Alright lovely?" Bert greeted you with a grin, his brown stained teeth coated in fresh poison. His accent was intoxicating, everything about him was. From a foreign land, with a strange voice and weird customs, like .... Haggis.

"Hope you've brought your wallet, 'coz I ain't able to scratch yer itches right now, as nice as the break would be. Mmmhh, actually, scratch that. Maybe if yer wantin' somethin' quick."

"Not right now, Bert. There's uh, a slight issue with our... thing." You felt flustered, even when he was being a perverted bastard, it was still charming. Bert spat his chew into the bin to his left and sighed.

"Yer callin' it off? Guess I should'a seen it comin'." His lip stuck out, he'd have to find someone else to bunk with now, which was gonna suck. But of course a pretty thing like you would move on and find someone willing to commit with them. He knew he couldn't, and he'd told you that. Commitment issues, never one to settle down.

"No, hear me out Bert." Rip off the bandaid. "I'm pregnant, and you're the father." That made him freeze up.

"Ye... yer sure about that?" You nodded to him, throwing your positive test onto his desk. "...'Ow do I know it's my wee bairn?"

He was starting to get under your skin. "You think I've been getting cosy with the other guys? Really? You think that I'm like that?"

Q-Bert got to his feet, raising his hands. "Nay 'course not. I just.. Shit.. Look I've had a few flames who pulled a stunt like this, they were lying just tae get tae me money."

"I don't give a fuck about the money!" You snapped at him. "I thought you knew that." Turning you back to him, you heaved out a sigh. "Look, I can do this myself if you don't want a part in it. Bossman, Skinner and Doc will be more than happy to help." As you began to head back to your room, arms wrapped around your middle.

"Nae, don' go. I'm sorry. A've been fucked over a lot in life, orite? Gettin' close to people ain't really been ma thing. But you, fuck, a've let a few of me walls down fer you. I canne promise you commitment, that's a big ask and I canne agree, but I'll do everything I can to keep you an' our wee bairn in good hands."

As previously stated, Bert isn't a good support system, unless you directly tell him what you need. He doesn't take hints well, but you can tell he's trying his best. "Ye look like ye could use a drink."

"I can't drink while pregnant, remember?"

"Oh.. right yeh." Bert would visit your quarters more often, bringing snacks he'd gotten in exchange for a few favours. His profits were biting a little, but a few bullets in exchange for your favourite candy was a worthy sacrifice. "Look, I got some of yer favourite crisps."

You graciously accepted his offerings, feeling like a dragon atop a snack hoard while your knight added to your pile.

Even when he was behind the desk, he'd have time for you. You could have the comfiest chair in his little room, or if he was laying back and lounging, you could cuddle into him, he'd rub your aching back and hips. Even as you got heavier, he didn't complain too much, just adjusting himself slightly to deal with the baby weight.

Sometimes he'd invite you back to his room to sleep next to him, missing the company. Despite saying he'd probably find someone else to share his time with, he didn't.

Other times you'd fall asleep alone in your bed, and wake up to his arms around you, his face buried into your back, hair, or shoulder. The distance between you and him made his heart ache, as much as he hated to admit it. He'd grown too fond of you, and he felt insecure, worried that something would ruin this piece of happiness he'd come to enjoy.

But... the pain never came.

With you, god with you he felt secure. He felt safe. And for the first time, in a long, long time, he felt genuinely happy. Of course you were different, you were carrying his baby for christ-sake. You'd sheltered and protected him, loved him like no other, and he finally opened his eyes to the fact.

One night you were laying in bed, and he entered, expecting you to be asleep as usual as he settled next to you. "Och..." His hand grazed your arm, softly and sweetly. "I love you so much." His stubble scratched your cheek as he kissed it.

"I love you too Bert." You mumbled tiredly, and he froze.

"Yer... awake?" You let out a noise of confirmation, and his face turned beet red, but it was thankfully masked by the darkness. "I.. dunno what tae say."

"Nothing, I'm tired and want to sleep, we can talk about it tomorrow, okay?" You carefully rolled over, facing him, seeing his expression soften in the dim light of the room.

"Alright love," He leaned in, kissing you tenderly, a hint of minty mouthwash on his lips.

It was another day in his office, lounging on him while he stroked your hair, chewing his tobacco and humming away when something ran down your legs. "Did ye just piss on me?" Q-Bert looked mortified. "If ye needed tae go ye shoulda said!"

"No, that's... You need to go get Skinner." The walk around the base would've been too much for your tired legs, so it was easier, and safer, to have the big doc carry you around.

Skinner suggested an epidural, which you decided to take. It hurt like hell to start with, but he swore it would make delivery easier for you. After hours and hours of body straining work, the G3 proudly announced. "It's a boy! And a chubby one too! Look at his fat little face!"

You looked at Bert, face sweaty and flush. "Magnum it is then." He'd asked you if you'd consider naming the child after a gun, which ... was weird but hey, why not.

Laying with a now settled newborn in your arms, Bert leaning over the bed to rub his cheek softly. "I'm gonna need tae get a beby holster."

Skinner

It started a few months ago, your favourite doctor snuggling you into the crook of his arm as you prepared to sleep, him absentmindedly scrolling down his social feed until something caught his interest.

"Hmm.. Seems an old friend of mine birthed a child recently." You were nearly in dreamland, his sudden voice waking you up slightly.

"Really? Interesting." You yawned, not out of disinterest, but pure exhaustion.

"What's even more intriguing is the fact she's a G3, like me. And her partner is just a normal grunt. It would seem my kind is capable of producing offspring after all. Curious." Sitting up slightly, you glanced at his screen, seeing a proud looking G3 with a baby in her arms, her partner equally as delighted with their little hybrid baby.

By all accounts, it was just like any other baby grunt, tiny enough in size, the only large feature from their mother they currently possessed were the thick, long eyelashes. "Drs. Eleanor Porter and Malicious Magnificent welcome their newest family member.. Proving once again life overcomes all in Eden.

Porter and I used to study together, both preferring to aid the hurt instead of shed blood like our other G3s. I'm glad she's doing well." Skinner's eyes lingered on the child, the beaming smiles on the tiny family's faces.

"Do.. you want a baby?" He looked at you, his smile carved permanently into his features. To some, G3s were Frankenstein monsters, to others their defining features made them more beautiful.

His massive hand cupped your cheek, eyes softening. "With you? Of course. I could think of nothing greater than being the one who gets to create a life with you."

"C'mere beautiful," You held his face in your hands too, giving him a loving kiss on his teeth. "you're gonna be the best dad."

Skinner set his tablet down, getting comfortable next to you. "We're going to have to closely monitor your heat cycles, picking out the best time to....Procreate." He was incredibly embarrassed about it, being posh and prudish was by default built into G3s.

A few months of trying and you could now share the happy news. "Hey smiles," You wandered into medbay, seeing him rummaging around in his new supplies.

"Hello dear!" He set the box down, coming over to greet you with a hug and a kiss, his usual greeting to you. "I got some new bits from our friends, something you might like!" He took your hand and guided you over, pulling out prenatal vitamins. "It took a while to find these, but I managed to strike a deal with an Employer, and she helped me out."

"An Employer? Honey, are you sure you know what you're getting into? They're... Not the best people." You wondered what this had cost him.

"This one is! Dreamer is a compassionate one, I told her about our dreams and she offered to help."

You knew vaguely of the Dreamer, the sandman of Nevada, one who walks in dreams. "No strings attached?"

"None! She's very nice, if you make the effort to seek her out. But it is a lot of effort, let me tell you that."

You got on your tiptoes and kissed Skinner. "Okay, I trust you. I guess I should start taking these now, right?"

"Hmm? Oooh!" Skinner looked excited. "Are you-?"

"Yes!" He picked you up in his arms and spun you around, his face glowing with pride.

"We're having a baby!!" He stopped spinning and nuzzled his face into your neck. "Oh, boy, girl? Both? There's so much to cover! At least I get to do this with you, my other half, my better half. You're in good medical hands, only the very best for my sweet partner."

Being with him was a breeze, everyone loved the medic and his partner, and would lend a hand at any chance to either of you. Bossman agreed to paint the nursery, going with a yellow theme since it's a rare colour out in the world, and it's gender neutral. Plus he has a box of rubber ducks he can use for more decor

A few old crates from Q-Bert with a little TLC made a stable crib, stuffed with anything soft the team could find, from pillows, to blankets, to stuffed toys. This baby was going to have the whole base lending a hand to raise it, a sense of community and duty falling on everyone.

Skinner made sure to get you into his office routinely, checking up on both you and baby, quivering with excitement every time. "I think it's about time we can use the ultrasound machine to have a good look at our little one!" He was an excited puppy, eagerly patting the medical bed while pulling the machine over.

"This will be cold, fair warning." Your stomach chilled as he carefully applied the gel, and the two of you looked to the screen as he guided the device over your womb, catching sight of a little figure wriggling around inside.

"Oh my, so tiny." You smiled sweetly, seeing the budding life inside of you for the first time. "Half of you, half of me, all perfect." Skinner put the device down and kissed you tenderly.

"All the perfection comes from you, my dearest." You interlaced your fingers with his, his massive hands making yours look tiny by comparison.

"Nope, you're a perfect man, you were built to be perfect." You kissed him back, giggling slightly as his eyes widened before closing, he leaned into you and let out a content sigh.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" Skinner's eyes were half lidded, he was maddeningly in love.

"A few times, here and there." You joked, this man told you daily of his affections, how you were absolutely everything to him.

Months flew by, your expected date drawing closer and closer, all while doted on your massive man. There was nothing in this world he wouldn't do, foot rubs, pregnancy cravings, massages, holding your hair as your body went through morning sickness. Sweet butterfly kisses on your belly, music to help stimulate your daughter, time spent cuddling up and talking to the little one... Who was getting rather big.

"I think she's growing a bit too much, don't you?" You looked mildly concerned at your latest ultrasound, and down to your stomach. "What if she's getting your genes? How am I gonna deliver a massive baby?"

"Well... I suppose. She is sizeable, I could induce you, she's a little early for sure, but we have the means to support her if she is." Skinner tapped his chin. "Entirely depends on what you think is best for you two.

I could also perform a C-section, which would negate the need for a natural delivery with such a huge baby. That would put you out of action for at least six weeks however. It's quite a burden on your body. But equally, I suppose the natural route could do that too."

"I think... Induction would be easiest. Do you think we could maybe.. do it sooner rather than later? Like... Today? I'm just worried if she gets any bigger, it's really going to do a lot of damage to my body."

"T-today? I'll have to call my nurse in, but yes, I could do, if that's what you want." Skinner kissed your cheek. "I promise you dear, I'm going to do everything to make this easy for you."

Skinner made sure you were well medicated though an epidural, he was careful and considerate, as he promised he would be. Delivery was slow, making you weak and exhausted, but eventually, your baby girl was welcomed to the world.

As expected, she was a large baby, tiny claws at the end of her fingers, a tuft of grey hair already forming on her head, she had a set of lungs on her, wailing out for the base to hear.

A darkness came from the corner, an Employer taking shape, had you not been so numb and sore, you'd have freaked out. Purple eyes full of stars formed, and a soothing voice rolled out. "You've done well, I'm proud of you." She was ethereal, almost made of smoke, body gliding over the tile floor.

Carefully Dreamer laid a hand over your forehead, and at once you felt relief and relaxed. "I figured it only right to visit my gift to you, life is truly precious, especially at such a tender time" She turned to Skinner. "Take care of them, I know it doesn't need saying to you, but, all the same." And she was gone.

In that time, your baby had stopped crying, still in her father's arms, swaddled safely in a purple star covered blanket, and he handed her to you. "She's happy, she's healthy, she's absolutely everything I'd hoped for. My darling, there's nothing else in this world I could ask for."

"How about... we call her Celestial?" You smiled with tired eyes and Skinner kissed you.

"Blessed by the dream-weaver, I see no other name befitting of such a wonderful infant, gifted by the stars above." And baby Celeste was truly a blessing.

[nowheregoat]

When your crush employer goes on their "last" mission

[nevadabloodnotes]

Aa just found this page! Do you write for Project Nexus characters? If so could you do some fluffy/slightly suggestive hcs with Chopper Dave? If not it can be for 2Bdamned!

Sure Do, and it's about time we give the Chopper Dave fans some food, so enjoy! ~Mod Deimos.

Chopper Dave Fluff/Slightly Suggestive Headcanons

You've known the British pilot for quite a while now, you don't know what it was that made you confess to him in the first place. That thick accent, his little quips as he lifted off the helipad, the fact he can take over 10 shots of hard whiskey and still be able to fly? You just couldn't pinpoint one thing that him so special to you, that's how much he meant to you.

Whenever he isn't taking the team out to their latest mission, he likes to just sit with you and chat for ages, sometimes he just lays back against you and lets you do little braids in his hair while he tells some bizarre story from when he was still living in the UK.

Speaking of his heritage, he absolutely loves to show you photos of his favorite places from there, most of them being either beautiful ponds or one of the many pubs he frequented with his friends.

You like to joke with him a lot about English slang and make light fun of his thick British accent. "Oi, its Chewsday innit?" Normally he would frown upon it, but somehow you made it comedic and friendly and you tend to get a chuckle out of him whenever you do it.

Dave is all-for PDA and will not shy away from battering you with smooches and all the lovey-dovey actions just to let everyone know that you're his and he's yours, he'll even tease about how flustered you get whenever he's barraging you with his very passionate love.

Whenever you two are alone, whether it be in the chopper waiting for the team to finish a mission or just hanging out in your shared room, he'll sneak a hand onto your thighs and give you a sensual gaze, othertimes he'll give you a hickie for the hell of it just for the sole fact you'd wear one of your tight-fitting turtlenecks the next day.

At end of the day when everyone is going to sleep, Dave loves to spoon you, the feeling of you right up against him helps him sleep way better than did before you joined their agency. With you, hearing his steady heartbeat lulls you to sleep so quickly. With a gentle kiss to your cheek, both of you sleep soundly through the night.

[writersmilex]

Chopper Dave: Headcanons

(Dave is my favourite side character)

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- You watch through binoculars, as a helicopter crashes into the grey desert Leaving a trail of black smoke in the maroon sky.

- Out of concern for the Pilot. You approach the wreckage and go look for a pilot.

- You find him, severely wounded, stuck in the wreckage. You pull him out and drag him to safety, just before the crashed helicopter explodes.

- The mysterious pilot is unconscious, his injuries need attention ASAP. Back in your little cabin located on the outskirts. You place the pilot on your sofa and tend to all these wounds. The gashes and burns need the most attention, the bruises will heal on their own.

- Dave comes to a warm-feeling room. Stiff and aching from his healing wounds. He tries to sit up, mumbling about his chopper. To him the world is spinning, he holds his head to try and make it stop.

- His vision clears and he sees you standing over him, a look of relief on your face. "wh-who are you." His voice is hoarse as he groans, speaking hurts his chest. What happened to him?

- You explain to him that you rescued him from the burning helicopter and pretty much saved his life. Dave is still very much disoriented and fell back asleep quickly.

- You nursed the pilot back to health. And he was forever grateful for your help. "You saved my life! How could I possibly repay you?" He says. You say he should resume whatever quest he had going on at the moment. And you send him on his way.

-A few weeks later, you sometimes still think about that mysterious stranger you rescued. Too bad that you never got his name before he left... Maybe you'll see him sometime again.

- You had a lot of problems with bandits lately. And you had no choice but to leave your humble home and go to the city.

Acquaintance____

- Once in the city, you had to look for work and a place to stay. Luckily you found a raising empire that needs recruits and you signed up.

- You got recruited and you got work, a place to stay. And a new purpose to live. After some training. You're ready to go on a mission together with the Boss.

- At the helipad, you spot a familiar face. It's the pilot that you rescued a month ago. And he seems to recognize you as well.

- "oh my god! It's you, it is so good to see you!" He runs up to you and gives you a quick hug. The two of you catch up and you learned that his name is Dave. Dave is really happy with you joining the same cause as him. That way he can repay you for what you have done for him!

- The friendship was a little rocky at first because the both of you were quite busy and didn't have much time to talk with each other.

- Much later, once you completed your training. You occasionally walk up to the helipad and chat with Dave.

- Sometimes while on the way to a mission, you ask a question about the helicopter. Not the best question to ask. Because once you ask about the airborne vehicle, he won't shut up about it.

- Before the two of you reunited, Dave told many people about his story. And the supposed saviour he owes a debt. He has the scars to prove it! Too bad he didn't know your name back then, he would have preached to it.

- Dave loves to talk, he can tell stories for hours if there is nobody to stop him. Usually, while he's flying you somewhere, He's talking about random subjects that come to mind.

- He always wishes you good luck as he drops you off on your mission.

Platonic____

- Most of the time when you return from a mission with Boss. You stop to catch up with Dave and talk about the mission with him as he always seems interested in whatever happened on your mission.

- It has become a ritual of sorts. After every mission you go on, you meet up with Dave before continuing your day. Dave gets worried if you don't show up after a mission, if you got wounded he understands that needs attention first.

- He recommends you to certain people who need mercenaries. Someone mentions that they need something from somewhere, but most of the time you're willing to accept these jobs just for the cash.

- Depending on how long the mission is, Dave will grow concerned the longer you're away on missions. He was always relieved to see you come back eventually,

- He still feels he owes you something, but he is not sure how he could repay with the little he has. The best he can do is be there for you as a friend, and give you money for better weapons and armour.

- As much of a chatterbox as Dave is, he loves to hear about your day over a cup of tea. He loves it when you get in the zone and start to chat his ears off, he only doesn't like it when you talk about the dangerous stuff.

- When you don't have any missions, you often ask Dave to come and do something fun with you. If he is not busy he will join in. These little 'dates' usually consist of roaming around towns. Looking for something to do, which usually causes trouble. It'll only take so long before Dave pisses someone off.

- Every outing ends up being an adventure which is actually a lot of fun. Either Dave is in trouble with the toughs again or you got in a fight with the syndicate... again. The two you of are trouble magnets, to be honest.

- Q-Bert is the third wheel of your duo. And the voice of reason in most situations. Whenever Dave has a plan to do something, Bert tells him to not do it because it's nutty. But you are more than happy to go along with Dave's crazy plan.

-You and Dave have become the closest friends over time, especially with all the trouble that you make together, and now that you have a bounty on your head, life has never been more fun than it has today.

Romantic__Pining____

- Dave still thinks about that fateful day, the day when he first met you. The day that you helped him. The fact that you're willing to help him like that baffles him, and it stirs something in his gut and he is not quite sure what this feeling is just yet.

- He knows you're strong and can take waves upon waves of enemies. But that doesn't soothe his concern for your well-being. It's a lot different when you're going on adventures with him because he is there and he can partly protect you himself. But on missions with the boss, he always has that lingering worry nibbling at the back of his mind.

- Gets even happier when you indeed return from a mission, the feeling of joy he gets when he sees you jump into his helicopter is overwhelming (and sometimes distracting). That smile of triumph you offer him makes his heart do a somersault.

- You're always happy to see him again, something about seeing him makes you feel all gushy inside. Ever since that particularly rough adventure you had with him the other week. You've been a whole lot closer ever since.

- The first thing you do when returning from a mission is greet Dave and chat him up about your day and whatever happened on your mission. Dave always seems to be happy to hear about your adventures without him, happily listening to your rants over a cup of tea seems to make his day as well.

- Bert refers to the two of you as 'lovebirds' now. He can already see that you have a thing for Dave and vice versa. He gossips about it to his customers and he teases both you and Dave with the same phrase, "so? When's the wedding?" He always has this stupid smirk when saying it.

- Because of Bert's gossiping, nearly the whole HQ is aware of the feelings you and Dave have for each other. The only people who are unaware are yourselves. Although you had suspected Dave likes you in that way, only you're a little nervous to make a move first. And Dave had the exact same problem.

- Eventually, you decide to give it a shot, and if you get rejected you'll just eat your heart out. In one brave attempt, you asked Dave to go on another adventure with you, to a local restaurant to grab a bite together.

- And to your delight, Dave accepted and the two of you went on a little dinner date at that Italian restaurant where shady stuff happens.

- Just as aspected, some trouble happened. When a group of Toughs decided to infiltrate Syndicate, The Toughs still had an axe to grind with Dave and it was just a whole mess.

Romantic__Relationship____

- After finally escaping that troublesome situation at the restaurant. You and Dave are leaning against the side of a building trying to catch your breath. "I'm so sorry! Our date is ruined." You apologize to him but he dismisses your apology. "Let's pick a different place and try again ye?" - The next date was slightly more successful, so much so that you and Dave ended up in the same bed that night~

- Your relationship became official after that, and Bert it owed a lot of bet money. You don't really care about who made a bet with who. You've got Dave all for yourself now and it's amazing. You've lived a quiet secluded life before you met Dave and now with all these friends around you and a decent job, you have never felt happier.

- Dave loves to be around you, as you make him feel all mushy and good. He never fails to greet you with a corny pet name. And he never sticks to one pet name either, it always changes and each pet name rarely makes a comeback.

- You and Dave are very much in love. Everyone around HQ knows, simply because the two of you are very open about your relationship. Dave is not afraid of showing affection in public. He always has an arm around your waist if you're right next to him.

- Bert still perks the same teasing question, but now with a much more knowing look than before. "So? When's the wedding?" The still smirks every time he asks it. Still lovebirds.

- And Lovebirds indeed, the two of you don't stop talking about each other. Even when together you don't stop. Dave is all starry-eyed. "My muffin cake is the most wonderful, and saved my life the day we met!" The gleams in awe. Boss knows this story already and has heard it all too many times.

- Still, Dave will forever fear the day you might not come back from a mission. Anxiety scratches at the back of his mind instantly whenever you're away. He silently prays for your safe return every time.

- Dave does not leave your side when you do return from a mission unharmed yet again. He wants nothing more than to cuddle in bed, which of course you do. There is nothing more you love than being with your love.

- You and Chopper Dave are the cutest power couple in the whole HQ. _____________________________________ The current canon character cast is now complete. And I'm going to write some headcanons for my OCs. I only have 3 OCs I could write for, they're a team called Team Tragix. You'll learn more about them later.

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=Papa Grunt Series (Set in Salty’s AU)= ---- Pregnancy: - The SQ Crew during Player’s Pregnancy - Jeb and Phobos during Player’s Pregnancy - Sheriff and Tricky during Player’s Pregnancy - The Auditor during Player’s Pregnancy - Crackpot during Player’s Pregnancy - Church and Jorge during Player’s Pregnancy - Goyle, GIL, and Skinner during Player’s Pregnancy - Chopper Dave during Player’s Pregnancy Parents interacting with their Kids: - The SQ kids discover their Player powers - The Auditor and Phobos kids discover their Player powers - The Sheriff and Tricky kids discover their Player powers - The kids react to their Player cleaning their faces - Goyle and Player meet again - Goyle finds out he’s the child’s father - Tricky, Phobos, Auditor, and Sheriff reaction to their baby in danger - How would Phobos, Jebus, Crackpot, and Audi bond with their kids - What if the child asks for another sibling? - Grunts getting asked “Where do babies come from” - Sheriff’s kid getting their horse - The papa!Grunts react to their children crying out in pain Papa!Grunts Egg version: - Where did the eggs come from? - Egg type guide (Art) - Hank reacts to his egg hatching - Jeb reacts to his egg hatching - Tricky and Auditor reacting to their eggs hatching - Phobos reacts to a crack on his egg Eggy AU Artwork (Both mine and fanworks): ---- - DON’T TOUCH THE CHILD

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- The SQ crew reacts to Halloween in the Player’s World - Jeb reacts to Halloween in the Player’s World - The SQ crew reacts to Fall - The SQ crew reacts to Snow - The SQ crew celebrates Thanksgiving - The SQ crew celebrates Christmas - The SQ crew celebrates New Years -

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[halfpricedfics]

Scream from the pleasure, unmask your desire...

Pairing: Dave York x fem Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warning: gun kink, knife kink, edging, rough sex, bondage, unprotected sex, spanking, choking, language

A/N: This was written as part of the sl+ discord exchange for @marvelousmermaid. 

If you weren’t careful. people were going to start asking questions about how many training exercises you were signing up for, but your window of opportunity was finite and you had every intention of of milking every second of this experience you could before that window closed forever. The bulletin for this exercise had been vague; evasion pending extraction. Chills had gone up your spine as you’d read it. He had been paying attention to your whimpered confessions after all, and there was no way you were going to let this pointed response to your deepest fantasy go unmatched. Your instructor would be back in the field before your coursework allowed for another opportunity like this. If it was going to be the last time, you were going to give him something to remember.

Your drop point was in some hillcountry upriver from campus. Too far to simply traipse back to base but close enough that distress signals would be expediently responded to. The government had invested too much money into you as an asset by this point for careless expendability. 

Repelling from choppers was always an epic rush but it had nothing on the persistent ache between your legs accompanied by the adrenaline spike that washed over you the moment your boots hit the ground. He was coming and, if you played your cards right, so would you. Your lungs burned as you gulped muggy air like water. Every time you stopped to catch your breath and sip from your canteen, the hair on the back of your neck raised and goosebumps sprung up across your body. He was out there somewhere, in the trees and the bush. If you didn’t pick the pace and get your head on straight the fun would be over before it even began. There’s nothing sexy about abject incompetence.

False leads, doubling back, booby traps, as much as it seemed like you were wasting time you were actually buying hours, maybe even days under normal circumstances. Dave York wasn’t exactly “normal circumstances”, though, was he?

No, the man hunting you was beyond exceptional in every way. He had managed to stay four steps ahead in every exercise, reducing the head of the class to a green agent in comparison. The weekends spent with the senior agent were invaluable beyond being fucked stupid. The skills you were learning with your clothes on might just save you and your team someday. The gratuitous railing you were looking forward to with them off was certainly a handsome bonus.

The small shambled shack caught your periphery as you stopped for a long pull from your canteen. It was mostly hidden about a mile off the trail. If you were quick, you could make it there around dusk with just enough daylight to secure a perimeter before hunkering down for the night. You made less of an effort to hide your tracks as you beelined for the decrepit building and as you poked around inside, laying out a bedroll. Exiting you were far more careful and settled into a cool hollowed out burrow under a fallen tree. Here you waited and you watched.

Dark had only just saturated the night about an hour prior to the arrival of the creeping shadow of movement moving silently just off the trail you’d left on your way down. Your adrenaline spiked as he wove through the brush with the ease of a panther in the night and disappeared into the shack. Your body thrummed as you crawled out of your hiding spot and crept closer. Your directive didn’t call for engagement, but there was something irresistibly delicious about the idea of... neutralizing the threat.

Your breach was smooth, one fluid motion; you swung your body in a pivot around the frame and pulled the trigger. Five pounds of pressure, just like the real thing. An echoing pop and he stumbled forward as the projectile hit its mark right between his shoulder blades.Wildlife skittered and scuffled outside at the disturbance and then it was silent, save for his ragged breathing. Uncertainty began to to bleed into the edges of your mind and you took a tentative step forward.

“D-” You’d barely taken a breath when he spun around and lunged forward to wrap one hand around your throat the the other around the wrist still holding the paintball pistol. He forced you back until your back hit the doorframe and his mouth landed hot and wet on the shell of your ear.

“You empty your clip until the target stops moving.” His voice was harsh and gravelly. His grip on your throat tightened until you were gasping for air. His thumb pressed sharply into the tendon of your wrist until you lost your grip and the gun clattered to the warped hardwood floor. “Or did you sleep your way through the municipal academy, as well?” He spat and you flinched despite yourself. “Mirame. MIRAME!” He roared and you stilled. Your eyes shifted to meet his in a brazen stare. He smiled cruelly and crooned. “That’s a good girl. Eres tan jodidamente inteligente, nina.” The hand on your wrist slid down your arm and groped your breast roughly through your clothes before gripping the neck of your shirt and ripping downwards.You held his gaze as he withdrew a knife from his belt and open it with a sharp flick of his wrist. he dragged the flat of the blade down your chest and over the swell of first one breast and then the other. The movement in cutting through the front of your sports bra was alarmingly fast, the tip of the blade a constant threat in his skilled grip. 

The cool night air against your nipples damp from the sweat of earlier exertion made you gasp lightly, earning a dark chuckle from Dave. The heat of his mouth on you was scorching when he sucked a nipple into his mouth. His teeth were rough against the soft flesh with one hand pressing you tightly to the doorframe and the other pulling sharply on the other nipple. You choked out a moan and he smiled around you, sucking harshly before releasing your breast with an obscenely wet pop.

“All fours.” His growl was bordering on feral and the ache between your legs was becoming painful. The hand on your throat shifted to the back of your neck and threw you to the floor. He watched you get situated, body thrumming with excitement as you widened your stance and lifted your hips slightly in an effort to entice him. He hummed and you heard the sound of his belt sliding through its loops, causing your breath to hitch slightly. You looked back and met his stare before he folded the belt over and took it in both hands, pushing them together and then ripping them apart in a loud crack where the leather met itself in a violent kiss. It was pure stageplay and you loved it. He knelt beside you and tugged sharply at the waistband of your pants, wordlessly demanding that you unbutton them and you complied. He shoved your pants down your thighs to your knees and shoved his hand between them to cup you. He groaned at the scorching slick and grabbed you roughly in a pinching grip before releasing you and bringing that same hand down on the swell of your ass.

“Your objective was evasion pending extraction, Agent.” The callouses on his hand wet with your slick added an extra degree of sting as it punctuated his statement on the reddening skin of your backside. “Deviation from the objective puts your entire team,” Smack. “and by extension,” Smack. “the agency at risk.” Smack. Smack. Smack. His hand smoothed over the angry flesh and dipped back down between your legs. “Fuck, you’re dripping. I bet you could cum just from this, couldn’t you, hermosa?” You whimpered and he brought his hand back down you... HARD. 

“Yes, David!” He hummed again, a low bass that rumbled through him and into your side.

“Doesn’t seem like much of a punishment if you get off on it.” He gripped your shoulder and thigh and flipped you on your back. He grabbed a zip tie from a bundle in his pocket and secured your wrists around an exposed support beam. He wiggled his fingers between the plastic and your wrist, testing for circulation issues, before sliding his hands down your arms to squeeze your exposed breasts and ghosting his fingertips down your ribs. His dark eyes glittered as you gasped lightly and continued his descent down the planes of your body. He groped your ass, fingers digging into the tired muscles and eliciting more noises from you. He got off on the sounds you made about as much as you do with his, but he was in control and you were going to have to play the long game if you wanted to strike gold with his vocalizations. Your pants were jerked roughly over your knees, past your ankles, and landed somewhere in the adjacent corner.

The silvery moonlight filtering in through the collapsing roof was casting soft shadows on the hard planes of his face in a way that would have been so beautiful any other time, but the dangerous glint in his coal black eyes as he loomed over you robbed you of anything more the thrill of being prey to the most dangerous predator in the animal kingdom. He took his shirt off and stalked towards you on all fours until the scorching heat of his mouth hovered over your mound. Your head dropped back in anticipation as you steeled yourself for the ravenous consumption you’d fallen apart with several times before. Confusion knitted your brow when nothing happened and your head shot up when you heard the slide of a gun engage between your legs. The muzzle gathered moisture from your entrance before sliding up to rub against your clit. A wanton, almost inhuman, moan pierced the night air as he dragged the slide through your slick.The cool bite of the gun was exquisite against your painfully overstimulated pussy, every ridge sending sparks of arousal up your spine. The friction of the gunmetal was not quite enough to get you there on its own.  

It felt like a lifetime of purgatory being brought so close to the edge and never allowed to fall into the waves of ecstasy crashing against the cliffside of your consciousness. After an eternity of almost relief he rocked back on his heels, eliciting a pitiful whine from you. He brought the flat of his fingers down on your clit and tsk- ed at your impatience.

“You want to cum, dirty girl?” His smirk was infuriating under the haze of your need. 

“Yes, sir.” He growled lowly.

“Okay, Agent, here’s the deal,” The abrupt change in tone from sultry tease to professional command snapped you back into work mode, suddenly hyper aware of your own vulnerability in close proximity to a man with a professional ledger as long and filthy as the repertoire of things you had and would let him do to you. The pregnant pause as he considered you left the shack silent save for your ragged breathing. “You scored second highest in your rank for gun skills. This is unacceptable. Second best gets the wrong people killed. Second best gets you killed. Range training does not adequately simulate mission demands. All that truly matters is that you are capable when it counts. Prove to me that you can execute blind assembly under duress, and I will give you what you want.”

Your mind was racing. Was this son of a bitch actually going to make you perform a training exercise before he would fuck you? Why was that the hottest goddamn thing you’d ever heard?

“Are you going to earn it, dulzura?” His tone shifted again, now dripping with the lust to match the erection straining against the front of his BDUs. 

“Yes, sir. I won’t disappoint you.” The sincerity in your voice made you cringe internally but the feeling dissipated at the sight of a crooked smile that gave you a glimpse of that dimple you quietly adored. He might have been cute in a time before the rage of war and the icey grip of agency work. 

The blade snicked open again and you breathed him in as he stretched over you to cut your ties. He smelled of sweat and dirt, a far cry from the expensive cologne he wore in the classroom. This was the real David, not the suit and tie mask he wore in the halls of the academy. Here in the woods surrounded by the smell of sex and trees, half clothed and gun in hand, this was the real David York. 

You sat up and shrugged your torn shirt and bra from you shoulders, relinquishing them to Dave when he held out a hand for them. You stood and watched with curiosity as he tore a long strip from the material of your shirt and tossed the rest aside. He reached into his pack and pulled out a worn compact gun cleaning kit and you wondered what kind of stories it might have told if it could. He unfolded the kit and laid it out in front of where you now knelt along with his gun still sticky with your arousal. He then walked around behind you and wrapped the strip of your shirt around your eyes, taking surpirsing considration of the stray hairs falling from your braid. He leaned forward and nipped lightly against the shell of your ear before standing back to his full height. 

“Alright, Agent, you have 3 minutes to disarm, disassemble, clean, reassmble, and rearm my gun. Treat my gun right, and I’ll treat you right.” Your fingers tingled as you flexed them. This was nothing you hadn’t done thousands of times before, but the vulnerability of being completely nude, blindfolded, and on your knees while trying to ignore the painful ache of your dripping cunt was new. 

“Begin.” It took four wasted seconds for you to find your rythm. The cold press of the metal in your hands eased the anxiety of vulnerability until all that exxisted was your measured breathing and the muscle memory that accompanied the earthy smell of gun oil. Nothing, not the grip of large hands on your breasts or the hot breathy moans in your ear as he rutted against you, was going to break your laser focus. Steady hands affixed the spring with nimble fingers as he whimpered your name and tugged at your braid. The snap of the magazine broke the spell and his warmth was gone from your back in an instant.

“17 seconds to spare.” There was something strange in his voice akin to pride, a sound you would replay in the silence of your bunk as your hand slipped between your legs in desperate circles for months to come. A large hand covered yours, taking the gun and inspecting it before walking over to his pack to put it away. Excitement arched through you in anticipation. All work and no play makes Dave a dull boy. Work was over, time to play.

He was standing in front of you again, thumb brushing over your bottom lip and then pressing into your tongue when you opened obediently for him. He reached behind you and pulled the makeshift blindfold over your head. Your eyes adjusted quickly and you locked eyes with him in a smirk as you reached up to rub at the hard bulge in front of you. His head fell back with a strangled noise even as his hands caught your wrists to stop you.

“The clock is working against us. We need to get you to the extraction point by sunrise. You’re going to need time to rest after I’m done fucking the sense out of you.” The matter- of- fact delivery sent a shiver down your spine and he thrusted slightly against your palms despite his halting fingers around your wrists. He was right, of course. The choice between teasing him and your own satisfaction had been his, as it always was. 

He shifted his grip so that both of your wrists were gathered in one of his large hands so that the other could hold your chin. The air was electric as he spoke lowly into the night.

“Tell me how you want it, hermosa.” His chest heaved and ribs contracted under the weight of arousal.

“Take me and give me all of you in return. Don’t hold back, David.”

His hands were everywhere and suddenly you were back on your hands and knees with your legs wide and pussy on full display. You watched over your shoulder as he gracelessly removed his pants and boxer briefs. Your mouth watered and cunt clenched futilely as his cock sprung stiffly to smack against his lower belly. A rope of precum strung between the angry red tip and his underpants was broken as he pumped himself roughly. His hand fisted over the tip and stroked down the shaft, leaving a sheen of his arousal to shine in the moonlight that painted him so beautifully against the backdrop of the decrepit shack. You openly admired the lithe power of his muscles as he strutted over to kneel behind you. He reached up and pulled the hair tie securing your braid and separated the strands before gripping the hair at the base of your skull to pull you up against him until your back was flush to his chest. You whimpered and ground back against him.

“I’m not going to be gentle with you, preciosa, and you will love it.” With that he pushed you back down until your elbows hit the warped hardwood. The hand in your hair smoothed down the back of your neck and stopped between your shoulderblades as the other gripped the root of his cock to slide through the slick that was now dripping down your thighs. He notched himself at your entrance, a small strangled noise passing his lips, and then his hips slammed into yours. The pace was languid but the force was beyond anything you had ever experienced. It felt like the breath was forced from your lungs with every thrust. Every delicious inch of him stretched and filled you, hitting spots that no other man before him had ever reached. It wasn’t just the sheer size and weight of him, it was the cant and the roll of his hips in time with the way his hands took possession of every bit of you he could reach. Every snap and draw was punctuated with a litany of noises like music from him that was driving you absolutely wild. Without the breath to speak your need for more, you resorted to driving yourself back to meet his thrusts. He had never been quiet during your sessions, but the volume and pitch of his litany as he set a brutal pace was nothing short of animalistic. It wasn’t five strokes before you were clenching and crying out around him but he didn’t falter. He growled and fucked you through your orgasm and towards another. Your arms gave out so that your chest lay on the floor and he bent over you with his arm around your middle to hold your hips to his as he rutted into you. The next orgasm had your legs shaking and you cried out for more, begging him not to stop. He pulled you up flush against him again with one hand on your breast and the other circling your clit and you screamed yourself hoarse as you squirted down both of your thighs. It wasn;t the first time he’d made you squirt but as your vision began to cloud you realized that you were well and truly ruined for anyone else. He stilled inside you, feeling your body slackening. He pulled out and laid you down on your back, giving you a moment to catch your breath and find your bearings before splitting you back open. Your breasts bounced in time with his thrusts, enticing him to grasp roughly at them. One hand cradled the back of your head as he adjusted to lay himself over you. The new angle had the tension building again deep in your belly despite the sureness with which you felt it was impossible to cum again.

“I know you’ve got one more for me, good girl. I can feel it. Cum with me, carino. Come on. Cum with me while I fill you up.” The roll of his hips and the beautiful sounds in your ear sent you over the edge one last time as you bit down on his neck. The sharp pain of your teeth in his flesh and impossible grip of your pussy sent him over the edge and he spent himself in you with a deafening roar. Your teeth released him as he threw his head back in ecstasy. Even in your bliss you couldn’t help but wonder at the beauty of him. He collapsed onto you and wound his arms around you, one under your head and the other around your waist. You wrapped yourself lazily around him in return. 

It was then that most incredible thing happened: Dave York kissed you. Not only did he kiss you, but he kept kissing you. His lips were surprisingly soft slotted against your own. The kiss was gentle and reassuring, almost bringing you to tears with its sweetness. As he softened inside you, you realized that this was goodbye. You kissed him back and poured everything into the way your tongue danced against his and the way your hand stroked down and back and carded through his hair. It was bittersweet knowing that no other man would ever understand you the way David did, but respecting that your career did not leave room for waiting at home for a man who may never return. That wasn’t your story and David would never had accepted that sacrifice from you. It was also true, after all, that no other woman would understand David the way that you did. You were perhaps the only ones truly capable of loving one another in the cold light of your truths and that was why you couldn’t be together. Parting was the ultimate act of devotion to one another, to let the other grow beyond what neither could truthfully give the other outside of fantasy. You’d already accepted this as your reality and come to terms with what that absence would mean tomorrow or a month from now just like he had. 

Or maybe not.

He nuzzled sweetly below your ear and placed sweet kisses down your neck. His lips paused on the shell of your ear and then he spoke in what was barely a whisper.

“Say the word and I am yours. One word and I will stay. I’ll call Robert right now and tell him I can’t do it anymore. One word.”

[headlessjest]

Kissing chopper Dave on the mouth ❤️

How the hell did I forget this. Well, still doodled it anyways lmao.

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

Chopper Dave, Q-Bert x reader - In love with your voice

Dave

-He was quite different to most men in Nevada, most notably because of his English accent. He always greeted you the same way, a cheery smile, a kiss and a soft “‘Ello love,” You’d fallen hard for that accent, you’d quiz you lover on just about everything.

-“So where’d you learn to pilot? How’d you get your whirly bird? How do you repair it when it breaks down?” And on and on he’d talk, with little prompting, he loves that you’re taking a strong interest in his job. “Y'know love, perhaps I’ll have to teach you 'ow to fly 'er and fix 'er up.” “Sounds good to me. Anything to spend a bit more time with you, Davey.”

-Cooped up in your private quarters, you snuggle in close with your lover. “Davey, what was life like back in England?” “That ol’ place? Well love, can say there was a lot less gun crime, 'ell of a lot more knife crime though. But it’s home, can’t say too much of a bad word 'bout it.”

-He nuzzles the top of you head. “Might have to take you there some day, if it’s not a hell hole like this place. It wasn’t when I left, but that was a good while ago. Green hills for miles, quite a rich agriculture, you get used to the smell of cow shite fairly quickly hah~”

-Dave pauses and lets out a quiet sigh. “I haven’t thought about life over the pond in such a long time. I used to write letters to my Mum, before she died of course. I still 'ave them somewhere. Never 'ad the heart to throw any of 'em out.”

-“It sounds like such a wonderful place, a far cry from this living hell.” “It was back then. Dunno 'ow much lifes changed, if it’s as bad there as it is here. If … If it even still exists anymore. All I’ve known for years is just Nevada. I 'ope its orite back there, but I’ll never know for sure, not till I see it for myself.”

-He gave your arm a light squeeze. “Wotcha pryin for anyways? Never asked me about it before.” His tone was teasing. “I just wanna know you better,” And to hear that heavenly voice. “Hah~ If I didn’t know better, I’d think you just like the sound of my voice.” You tried shut him up with a kiss.

-“Take that as a yes then, eh love?”

Q-Bert

-“Well well well, if it isn’t m’ favourite customer,” Bert greets you with a wink. “And what can I do for you today, pet? I got some new armour I think you’d look rather killer in, heh.” Since he’d become attracted to you, he’d started giving discounts to you, as well as the occasional goody 'on the house,’

-You could listen to his accent all day and never tire of it, but you had missions to run, and he had a shop to keep. You’d still swing by prior to missions, he’d give your armour and guns a once over to make sure they were in top condition.

-Luckily you always come back in one piece okay maybe not always but more often than not and are more than happy to chit chat. You relay your exploits with your current crew. “Yeah, that new rifle you suggested really came in clutch. Gotta thank you for saving our asses.” Any time his expertise came in handy, you made sure to thank him profusely.

-“Aye, it’s nae bother pet. Anything you keep yer precious face safe.” He allowed you, and only you, behind the counter. You would pick a random weapon and quizzed him on it, both out of genuine interest, and also to listen to his gorgeous and foreign accent.

-“Yer thinking of going for those daggers eh? Dinnae think you’d consider them, but they’re very good, I can speak from experience.” “Perhaps I am, care to tell me more?” You turned one of the throwing daggers in your hands, expert craftsmanship, incredibly sharp and primed for killing.

-A sly smirk crept across his face, his hands covering yours as he pulled your back against his chest, whispering in your ear. “Y'know you’ve asked about them a few times now. Are ye even considering them?” Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

-“Of course, your endorsement in your stock is very valued. I care greatly for your opinion, saved my ass a few times.” “Really?” Goosebumps rolled across your flesh as you felt his breath on your neck. “Cause I think you love the way a’ talk.”

-You dropped the dagger and spun around, hands pressing into Bert’s cheeks as you kissed him. “Aye, I thought ye wanted me to keep talking, now yer trying to shut me up?” “Be quiet Bert.” You laughed softly. “Nae, not a chance in hell.”

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

Quick question do you have that one chopper dave x reader thing. It’s not in your master list <\3

Do u mean this one

Last time I tried to fix my masterlist, tumblr crashed when I was nearly finished and I got so pissed off I haven't looked at it since LOL.