Street Racer Darling |:| Knockout X reader

(Y/N) sat down. Her day had been full of the impossible. Only one question remains: Is Knockout just grateful, or is there more to it? (TFP fanfiction. I don't own them, and you all own yourselves so.... yeah The first of two books. Want more? Look for Street Racer Darling[S]) Edit - I consider this a "crack-fic", me...

Sweatheart, I'm a Mobster. {Mafia!Gaster!Sans x Reader} ||SLOW UPDATES||

-------------------------- The 3-year-old frisk cried, as you held them close, rubbing their back. "Kitten, who's this?" The skeleton asked. I growled. "Kitten? That's my sibling, Frisk!" ------------------------- I have seen none of this hot mobster mess of a skeleton. Why not make a hot mafia mess of a fanfic?

Kenpachi x Reader