Tentacles Entangled (Squidward x Reader)

Hullo, it's the dance in the sheets!

Squidward woke up naked on the side of Spongebob's comfy bed. Spongebob was still asleep. He was probably really exhausted after their sexy night together.

Squidward rubbed his eyes and quietly put his clothes back on, picking up one article of clothing at a time from the floor. Aka one because the bitch only wears a shirt.

He couldn't stop replaying in his head what he had heard last night. The baby cry. Something fishy was going on, and a bad rotten type of fishy. He would have denied Spongebob's sexual request if it wasn't for his curiosity. He had to endure the pain (and the cringe) to find out what was going on in this hell hole of a pineapple. Something was going down and he was going to get to the (Bikini) bottom of it.

He quietly snuck out of the bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind him as he made his way down the stairs.

Squidward started to hear the same cries again! Where were they coming from? The fuck?!

He tried his best to follow the noise but for some reason... it was... coming from his basement? The hell?

Squidward pushed the basement door open only to be greeted by darkness and the sound of a baby crying.

"Hullo?" (like that vine)

"I-is someone there?" A cute meek voice said through the darkness. It sounded familiar.

"Shut up, bitch! It's Spongebob!"

"Oh shit, you right. My bad."

"Who's down here?!" Squidward said a little too loud.

"S-SQUIDWARD?!" (Y/N) cried out in a 'Nani?'/anime school girl manner.

"(Y/N)!" Squidward scuttered down the stairs faster than a roach flying at you. He didn't even bother to turn on the light switch at the top of the stairs. His heart fluttered in excitement and worry as he ran down into the darkness. However, there was a little bit of light illuminating the room from... a lamp above Plankton? Plankton was here too??

Squidward didn't care about that penis bitch rn ngl. He whipped his head to the right where his eyes met (Y/N)'s, filled with tears of joy. And in her arms, she held a little baby that looked... just like him. He was kinda ugly, but that wasn't because of his features... right?

"(Y/N)!" Squidward squealed as he took her into an embrace. "I-I missed you so much (Y/N)!"

She leaned her head into his brown brown shirt and cried tears of joy. "Oh, Squidward, I never thought we would be saved from this fucking pineapple!"

"What?? How long have you been down here, (Y/N)?" Squidward said as he did his best to console her.

"For about 9 months...probs more."

"And... the baby. How? It looks like me."

She let out another sob. "It's Spongebob's. He looks like you because of my love for you."

Squidward's face washed into a deep crimson. "Your love for me?"

"I've always loved you, Squidward. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize that."

Squidward leaned closer to (Y/N), his hot breath hitting her soft pink lips. Their saliva was about to intermingle when-

"Yo, bitches, can we skip the sappy romance shit and get out of this place? Unless you plan on becoming a prisoner too, Squid-fuck."

Squidward shot him a look before he realized that if he didn't get to work on freeing them, they would indeed all be fucked. All his questions would be answered later... and him and (Y/N) would surely have time to themselves as well.

"Shit, what time is it?" Squidward asked.

Plankton scoffed. "How the fuck would we know?"

Ignoring him, Squidward glanced toward the stairs and was able to see the sun was rising. Spongebob was either up or about to be. What to do. What to do.

"Alright guys, I have a plan, but you're going to have to stay put for now, got it?"

"THE FUCK-"

(Y/N) cut off Plankton. "I trust you."

"No we don't."

Squidward didn't respond and instead scuttered upstairs, again like a roach. "Please don't be up." He muttered to himself. But his heart stopped when he heard a high pitched voice emanating from somewhere in the home.

"Squidward?"

By the way it sounded, Spongebob was still upstairs.

He closed the basement door behind him quietly and ran into the kitchen. He opened the fridge, desperately grabbing eggs, milk, etc. While his other tentacles grabbed at bowls and shit.

Spongeboob turned the corner. "Squidward?"

Squidward almost choked. "H-hey, babe."

"What are you doing, silly?" Spongebob said as he leaned himself on the door frame with a smirk. He liked boyfriend Squidward a lot. He could get used to this.

"Oh uh... j-just making you some breakfast. How do you like your eggs? Hern hern (That's his laugh)"

Spongebob giggled and walked in, wrapping his arms around Squidward's waist. "Making breakfast just for me, baby?" Squidward gulped. He was buying this, right? "I like my eggs scrambled, like my men in bed. ;)"

Okay, good. He was buying this. "Sure thing, you-" Squidward didn't want to say it, but it's what Spongebob wanted to be called this during their "dance in the sheets" last night. "Sure thing, you hot pot of jambalaya."

Spongebob hummed and made his way over to the coffee maker.

"Hey, uh, Spongebob?"

"Yessss?" He purred.

Squidward slowly wrapped his tentacle around a knife that conveniently was close by to him. He wasn't sure if he could go through with this plan, but he had to try. "What have you been keeping in the basement?"

Spongebob stopped in place. "You know, don't you Squidward...?" His tiny hands gripped the sides of the kitchen counter, his head lowered.

Squidward gulped, unsure of what to do next.

Spongebob was just standing there...MENACINGLY!

"You know that you aren't going to leave this place alive, right?"

Squidward swallowed another swad of saliva. "Maybe you won't either."