A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Michael is surprisingly good at aftercare. He'll light candles and whisper in your hair about how good you were for him.
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B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He loves his hands. He's insecure about his dick, but his hands can make magic and he knows it. His favorite part of yours is your clavicle. He'll run his tongue over it when fucking, or reverently skim his fingers over it aftwerwards.
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C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Michael loves giving facials, so you better get on your knees.
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D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Fucked an emo girl. Will take it to his grave.
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E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Mid. Not a slut but not inexperienced.
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F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Doggystyle. He likes to hold onto your hips and he likes feeling in control.
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G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Michael is definitely very serious.
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H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Trims his pubes but doesn't shave.
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I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Romance is part of the vibe. Expect blackout curtains, candles, soft murmuring against your skin.
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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Doesn't jack off a lot. Likes to let it build and cum all over you.
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K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Degradation. 100%. He's also into exhibitionistism.
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L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Bed. Showers. Outdoors.
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M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Your scent. One whiff of you and he's ready to go.
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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Michael isn't into tabos, but he's not into the illegal paraphilias.
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O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He loves it when you ride his face!! But obviously you need to reciprocate so he can give you a pretty pearl necklace. 🤍
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P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Starts slow and sensual and grows into rough claiming.
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Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He'll settle for a quickie, but he wants to take his time wih you.
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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Michael will experiment with anything! He's definitely willing to take risks.
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S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He's buit up his stamina really well! Michael wants to take his time.
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T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Michael doesn't have a whole ass dungeon like Damien, but he definitely has a playroom.
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U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He'll tease you for hours. Like I said, he likes to take his time with you and that involves lots of teasing and overstimulation.
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V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He's a talker! He'll walk you through everything, mix praise and degradation, but he's not much of a moaner.
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W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
His dick isn't as small as he thinks it is. He's a grower not a shower.
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X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He's thin, tall and doesn't have too much body hair.
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Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
VERY ACTIVE. He's not as horny as Kenny or Kyle, but he's always ready to go!
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Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He doesn't sleep afterwards. After the aftercare, he smokes a cigarette and muses.
helloooo!! was wondering if you could do headcanons on what it would be like to be friends with the goths from south park. :) if you could that would be awesome thanksss! 💗☺️
BEING IN THEIR FRIEND GROUP; THE GOTH KIDS
INCLUDES: pete thelman, michael, henrietta biggle, and firkle smith
they probably just saw you as another asshole conformist at first and just ignored you
as you start to get closer and bond with all of them more it's a bit confusing,,, you dress like a normie and look like one so why are you hanging out with them???
henrietta tells you that you have to dress goth if you wanna hang around them. she doesn't want to be seen with a conformist 🙄🙄
you hang out at henrietta's and she gives u a goth makeover while listening to goth music. she's converting you
when you show up at the bus stop the next day looking like edgar allen poe they just kinda check u out for a moment before giving an approving nod
despite your makeover, you still haven't really gotten into the whole death & despair thing and pete reminds u all the time to stop being such a 'goody-two-shoes', as he calls it.
"can i get an orange juice?"
"no, asshole, you have to get black coffee! god, do you know anything about goth culture??"
i can see u being firkle's babysitter and he like. threatens you to not tell ANY of the goth kids about it unless u want to die. ez blackmail
lots of nights where u all just sit on a hill and look out over stark's pond and smoke... if u won't smoke firkle and pete call you a pussy
when you hang out with any of the popular kids they get like. borderline upset and sigh and flip their hair and shit
"ugh, you're still hanging out with those guys? y'know, goths don't hang around popular greasy jocks. goths stick to their own. you wouldn't know."
they r jealous u have other friends but they're taking that to the grave
always dragging you into shit, especially if you're preppy or a straight-A student.
"i can't skip class! i have no absences, i can't stop now!"
"jesus fucking christ.."
they r kinda mean sometimes but it's tough love!!! the only one i could see really admitting he cares for u as a friend is pete, and that would be when you two are alone. if you told anyone he'd never talk to u again
u like to annoy michael as he's walking around or to class. like just follow him chatting about literally anything or poke him and watch him over his shoulder and he's going NUTS. it's so fun though
you, henrietta, and firkle dye your hair together in your teen years, like your favorite colors . michael thinks it's stupid and pete calls it gay (but secretly wants to too)
they'll never say it but it honestly makes them all really happy if they turn on gothic music and you start bobbing your head or say you like it. you might catch one of them smiling at you while you rock out but it quickly disappears
Can I get a reader who’s childhood friends with the goths and has feelings for them all those years but is afraid to confess their love because they’re afraid they won’t return their feelings because they’re not goth enough. Eventually the reader does confess on accident
Hi friend!
So, true to my nature as a writer, I forgot it was supposed to be childhood friends with all of them. I started strong on Henri, but had to kind of edit Pete and Michael’s bits just a tad.
I’m rusty getting back into this, so I implore you, please let me know how I can fix this if you aren’t satisfied!
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Henrietta:
- You had first met Henrietta when you were in elementary school together
- Despite her being mean on your first initial meetings, you couldn’t seem to just leave her alone
- She was so interesting and so different than you, it made you want to be friends with her
- Even though she didn’t return the feeling, Henrietta eventually let you tag along with her and her crowd, even though you dressed “like a conformist”
- Growing up together, you couldn’t help when your platonic feelings took a left turn and you began a small crush on Henri
- Yet, she was so much different than you, still acting as Goth as she did the first day you met her
- After graduation, when she moved off to Los Angeles, and offered you an invite to come stay with her
- Pushing back your feelings, you agreed, packing a couple of bags and flying out to move in with her
- It was a quiet night for the both of you when one thing led to another, and you finally shared your feelings for her
- Prefacing your speech with the iconic “I know you might not feel the same way,” you spilled how long you had liked her and why you were so scared to do so
- She was so drab and dreary, taking pride in the way she acted and not caring about other peoples’ opinions
- You were… the complete opposite, and after you had finished babbling, you didn’t actually feel better about putting your emotions out there
- To your surprise, Henrietta just laughed at you, catching you off guard with the sound
- Apparently, she harbored the same attraction for you, but never acted on it because she had the same reasons
- After the confession, and the awkward “So… Do you wanna be my girlfriend now 🥺👉🏻👈🏻”, you finally felt the years of terror and anxiety leave your body as she snuggled into your side, carrying about the evening as usual
Pete:
- You had actually liked Pete for as long as you could remember, seeing as he was one of the only Goth kids who wasn’t a complete asshole to you upon meeting
- You had known him since childhood, but the crush you had developed on him was tearing you apart, feeling as if you had harbored the love for centuries
- You were complaining about it to your sibling, how you felt about him, but didn’t feel like you were Goth enough for him, and overall just spilling your feelings as a way of therapy
- Uh oh
- You had accidentally confessed your feelings to Pete, not realizing you hadn’t switched back to you and your sibling’s chat after he had texted you asking to hang out
- Before you could delete the message, of course Pete went and opened it, and you died a little inside when you saw him start to text back
- His text bubbles stopped abruptly, and you were left on read, your heart shattering over your stupid mistake
- Turning your phone off, you tossed it to the side, turning your face into your pillow and screaming out the bubbling negativity in your body
- And just as you finished, you jumped when you heard three sharp knocks at your bedroom door
- Figuring it was your mom or dad telling you to quieten down, you pulled yourself from your bed, trudging to the door
- What you didn’t expect was Pete standing before you, slightly out of breath and looking at you with a strange look in his eye
- “Did you mean that?”
- After hesitantly confirming that yes, you did feel that way, Pete seemed to relax, pushing past you into your bedroom to take a seat at your desk
- Turns out, Pete has liked you forever. He just didn’t expect you to return the feelings because of his… Everything
- After talking about it some more, you both decided to see where it would go, and ended up happily together
Michael:
- What it was that drew you to Michael is a complete mystery to you and everyone around you who knew about your crush
- You had never spoken to him before, even though you had known of him since elementary school, and more often than not, you kept your head down when walking past him in the hallways
- You definitely admired him from afar, annoying your friends with your pity party over not being Goth, or else you’d try to make a move on him
- One day, having woken up late for school, you decided that it was a good day to skip, and that’s exactly what you needed
- It would give you a break from seeing your crush, and also let you sleep in and finish your homework that you fell asleep in the middle of last night
- But first, a cup of coffee sounded glorious
- You grabbed your keys and threw on your coat, descending the stairs to your home and waving at your older brother as you left
- The drive to SharSnucks was short, and you parked and went inside quickly, falling in line with the other patrons of the shop
- “I didn’t peg you as the type to skip a class”
- Turning your head, your stomach felt like it was filled with lead as you saw Michael, smirking down at you while awaiting your answer
- Shyly, you just shrugged, putting a smile on your face, giving some random excuse as to why you weren’t in school
- Finally, it was your turn to order, and you got your usual combo of a medium vanilla latte and a banana nut muffin
- Before you could pass your cash to the woman behind the register, Michael pushed you to the side, causing you to look at him in confusion
- “Add a large black coffee to that,” Michael said, pushing your hand away from the cashier as he handed him his card to pay for your, and his, orders
- Upon asking why he had decided to buy your stuff, he shrugged, pointing out he knew about you staring and gawking at him, causing him to chuckle as your face turned bright red
Michael walked through the door and sat in his regular booth.
“Hey, Michael, Coffee?” The goth boy nodded his head once he lit his cigarette. (y/n), one of the few waitresses in the diner, poured coffee in the cup that was already set in front of him. “Uh, your friends came in here looking for you a couple of hours ago.”
Michael shuffled around in his pockets for a few minutes before he pulled out his phone and examined the 20 texts his friends had sent him.
“Shit, You're right. Is it okay if I come back tomorrow?” Michael asked.
(y/n) smiled toward Michael and began to clean one of the tables.
“Of course, Michael. You’re always welcomed here,” They said.
The goth leader shifted nervously in his seat for a few seconds before he stood from the booth.
“Okay, enough of his conformist bullshit,” He muttered to himself.
Michael marched toward (y/n) and removed the cigarette from his mouth. (y/n) turned once Michael’s outburst reached their ears. He harshly grabbed the side of (y/n)’s face to press his lips to theirs for a few brief seconds.
It would have been a sweet moment, but Michael’s cigarette breath slipped down (y/n)’s throat. They pulled away to cough. The Gothic teenager rested a hand on their back.
“Shit, sorry. I forgot you don’t smoke,” He apologized.
(y/n) smiled at his gesture and slowly pressed their lips back onto Michael’s before they said, “It’s okay, I don’t mind it as much anymore.”
May I pretty please have an F! Reader smut with Michael?
Specifically she's Black, curly hair, girly dressing, sweet and bubbly and a virgin (kind of a description of someone I know 🫠)
and can u please make it like romantic and sweet and praise kink, (but still lowkey rough ifykyk)
LIKE SWEET RELATIONSHIP SEX (I'm lonely and I miss my man so help me here lmao)
tysm i love ur work !!!
Okay, I'm sorry, I had this logged in my notes as just Black!Reader x Michael and completely missed the sweet, bubbly virgin bit. I can redo it, though!! I apologize, I should've double checked my inbox/made better notes!!
That said, ngl, I hc all my readers as black/biracial, idk! I just try to make an effort to keep them broad enough for everyone. Not sure how successful I am at it, though 😂😂😭💔
Michael x Black!F!Reader
[South Park Master List]
South Park is a small town with small town vibes. Since I was one of three black girls in town… It’s safe to say that I stood out.
Last week, there was this huge party in an old warehouse by the docks. I was smoking a cigarette next to the imposing, brutalist building, listening to the bass thump from inside. I had on a tight black crop top, a black skirt, my favorite fishnet stockings and a pair of combat boots.
I watched people come and go for a while, when the usual local goth clique – Firkle, Henrietta, Pete and Michael – walked past me. The rest of them went inside, but Michael stopped in his tracks.
He whipped a silver case out of his jacket, pulled a cigarette out, snapped it shut and slid it back in his packet as his eyes scanned over me.
“I like your shirt.” He said with a smirk as he lit his cigarette.
I glanced down, rereading what it said: So goth I was born black.
Heh. Right.
“Thanks,” I said, taking a long drag, “This doesn’t really seem like your scene,”
“Why not?” He asked, flicking ash onto the ground.
I shrugged, tossing my curly hair over my shoulders, “Music. Dancing. Drinking… Fun,”
He smirked at me, “My sense of fun is different from the fucking conformists, but… I bet I could drink you under the table,”
I tilted my head as I considered his challenge. Was he serious or was it some line you throw out to fill out a conversation? Michael was cute as fuck, so I decided to swing for the fences.
“What a coincidence,” I said in my sultriest voice, “I can think of a few ways that we could have fun under a table,”
Michael raised an eyebrow, his smirk crookedly sliding up his face. "Oh? And here I thought you were just another brooding soul wandering the night. Never pictured you with a defiant streak,"
I exhaled a slow stream of smoke, meeting his gaze. "Who says I can't be both?"
The bass from inside thumped in time with my pulse, the air thick with the smell of sweat, alcohol, and cigarettes. Michael took another drag, considering me like I was some sort of riddle.
"Alright," He said finally, "let’s test that theory,"
He flicked his cigarette away and gestured toward the warehouse door. "Drinks first. Then, you can show me what kind of fun you’re talking about,"
I smirked, crushing my cigarette under my boot before following him inside. The place was packed—bodies swayed, bounced and collided under dim, flickering lights, a haze of smoke hanging in the air. The music was heavier than I expected, industrial beats shaking the walls like they were barely holding together.
We weaved through the crowd, past drunk guys trying too hard and girls dressed to impress. Michael led me to the bar, leaning against the counter like he owned the place.
After a few drinks, we ended up in a small corner near the makeshift stage. I could feel the bass booming through my bones, but it was nothing compared to Michael pulling me into the most intense kiss of my life.
His tongue swept into my mouth as he pushed me up against the wall. As my back hit the concrete, I kissed him back just as eagerly. I was determined not to waste a second of the way his tongue felt against mine or the way he tasted.
His hand latched onto my thigh, sliding up my thigh and up my skirt to my hip.
“Fuck, I want you,” He breathed against my lips, “Right now,”
Before I could even question him, he taught my bottom lip between his teeth while he pulled my panties down.
He sucked in an uneven breath as fingers traced over my wet slit.
He broke our kiss again, bringing his mouth to my ear instead. “Don’t worry, no one will notice,”
I whimpered as his fingers teasingly slid over my slit, never quite grazing my clit or delving in. When he finally pushed two fingers inside, I practically gasped.
“You’re so fucking tight,” He groaned into my ear.
His fingers curled, hitting that plush spot and I moaned as he crushed my mouth with his again.
I was grinding against his hand pretty shamelessly as his tongue rolled over mine, determined to taste everything my mouth had to offer.
My eyes fluttered closed and my back arched off the wall as I finally reached the height of my climax. My pussy clenched down on his fingers as sweet relief flooded through my body.
I panted, trying to keep my knees from buckling as I came down from my high. I was almost too preoccupied to notice Michael unbuckling his belt.
Almost.
The sad truth? I was practically salivating and beyond ready for him to fuck my brains out in the middle of the party.
And he didn’t disappoint.
He lifted my leg as his hips slid down to mine. He rubbed the head of his cock over my dripping slit and I was nearly vibrating with anticipation.
He licked a broad stripe from my collarbone, up my neck and to my ear. I pretty much melted against his tongue while he grabbed my hips and pushed his full length inside of me. I gasped as he lifted me up on his cock, keeping me pinned between his body and the wall.
“Fuck,” He hissed against my neck, “You feel even better than I imagined,”
I arched into him as he thrust up into me, slowly as first and then rougher and faster as he built up to a rhythm designed to drive us both insane.
“You’re mine,” He growled, nipping at my neck as his hips slammed up into me, “No one else gets to fuck you like this,”
I nodded wordlessly, only capable of communicating in pants and moans.
When I finally came, I screamed – I literally screamed. I was never more grateful for deafening industrial warehouse murder party music than that minute.
My fingers dug into the shoulders of his heavy black overcoat and my back arched so far off the wall I’m pretty sure the only thing holding me up was his dick and a prayer. I could feel my walls tighten around him like a vice and he groaned down my throat.
My orgasm was so intense, it dragged him over the edge with me. His tongue rolled over mine as his cock pulsed deep inside me, pumping me full of hot, sticky spurts.
For a long time we just panted in each other’s mouths. For a few minutes, it almost felt like the world stopped.
Then carefully slid me down the wall and back onto my heels as he pulled out.
I took a deep breath, watching him tuck himself away and buckle his belt while I pulled my panties back up. I steeled myself for an exchange of numbers or socials before we resumed our previous routine of being virtual strangers.
He grabbed my wrist and tugged me towards the bar, “C’mon. I’m gonna introduce you to my friends,”
I blinked and looked up at him questioningly but he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
“I meant what I said,” He said nipping at my ear, “You’re all mine,”
Can I have headcanons for the goths when their s/o affectionately slaps their butt to get a reaction out of them?
Hi hi hi yes yes of course you can here you go enjoy your dinner
WARNINGS: very very slight NSFW if you squint your eyes and turn your head a little to the left
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Henrietta:
- The best way to catch Henrietta off guard is to smack her butt when she’s walking by
- It’s a very dangerous game to play, but you, her S/O, like to play with fire
- It’s not an often occurence because the first time you did it, you had to stand there, looking at the floor and twiddling your thumbs as she got onto you
- But the second time you did it, she tried (and failed) to stop a smile from stretching over her face
- And today was the perfect opportunity for the third time
- You were both off, and Henrietta was in the kitchen, trying to make some kind of lunch because you had woken up late and were starving
- Walking into the kitchen to get some water, you saw Henrietta with both hands in the sink, washing some dishes
- And looking a little bit more south, you just couldn’t help the idea that crossed your head
- Walking to the fridge innocently, you grabbed a bottle of water
- Making it a point to step quietly, you pretended to leave the kitchen, but instead angled yourself right behind her, arm cocked back and ready
- *SMACK*
- The woman at the sink stiffened, the dish slipping from her hand as she jolted forward a bit
- You began to cackle maniacally, spewing apologies between fits of laughter
- You were quick to shut up when she slowly turned her head, her eyes catching yours, her lips curled into a frown
- You watched as she removed her hands from the sink, drying them on a dish towel before she grabbed your shirt and dragged you to the bedroom
- Her revenge left your own butt sore, but you didn’t regret it at all
Pete:
- He’s not much into displays of affection, it’s how he’s always been
- He’s sweet, caring, and sometimes, a little too naive for his own good
- It’s very easy for you to tell him to do something just so he’ll bend over and give you easy access to smack his butt
- It’s funny to you to watch him shoot up, both hands moving to cover his behind and his cheeks fired up
- He’s not really into doing it back as revenge, but if you catch him drunk, high or horny, then it’s like opening the gates of Hell
- It just so happened to be the morning after you guys decided to get drunk
- You were hungover and possibly still a little tipsy, but Pete was chugging a cup of coffee he had brewed while you were waking up
- He had already began working on some painting, paint already swiped over his arms, face and pants
- You grumbled at the idea of having to try and get the paint out of his clothes
- Getting out of bed, you waited until Pete moved the brush away from the canvas before hugging his back, pressing your face against his “Smock” (which was just an old t-shirt that he wore to paint in)
- He mumbled a good morning, placing his free hand over your arms and giving a gentle squeeze, before continuing his work
- You stood like this for a moment, feeling his muscles against your cheek as he moved his paintbrush all over the canvas
- Gently, you pulled away, but stayed standing behind him
- When he set his brush down and bent over to grab more paint, you couldn’t help but lay a decent slap against his bottom, eliciting a sharp gasp from the man
- He turned, his eyes wide and cheeks flushing redder than a tomato
- You laughed, apologizing and wrapping your arms around his neck, giggling at his feigned annoyance
- Pressing a kiss to his cheek, you left the room, headed to the kitchen to make him another cup of coffee as an apology
Michael:
- It’s a full on brawl when it comes to Michael
- To be honest, he started the whole “Butt Smacking War” when you two had first got together
- It used to be simple pats on the bottom as he walked behind you, or you behind him
- But when the slaps got harder with each revenge smack, it turned into hell for you
- You may slap hard, but he slaps HARDER
- You had kind of eased up on smacking his butt, but couldn’t fight the urge much more
- Not when he was leaning over the kitchen counter, scrolling through some recipes on his phone as he tried to decide what to do for dinner
- Of course, knowing Michael’s game, you opted out of the smack you wanted to give him for a simple pat, more so to announce your presence than to bother him
- You gave him a smile when he looked to you, his face uninterested in the game
- Turning to the cabinet, you began to reach for a glass to grab some water
- And turning your back to the tall goth was a mistake you made that day
- The sting got you before you even realized your butt had been smacked, and you jerked forward, the force taking you out of balance
- “Oouu, that one was a little too hard”
- That mother fucker just snickered after he made the comment, turning back to his phone
- “I didn’t even hit you that hard” you whined, fake shock on your face
- Cue more laughter and kisses all over your face to make up for it
Hiii I hope that you're doing good and drank enough water today <33
Can I request headcanons for Michael, Henrietta and Pete with a s/o who is a nanny and often somehow ends up with two or three babies at their house?
If not it's fine of course!
Have a great day <33
Ah, yes. You most absolutely can request that
I hope this is what you were looking for! I’ve gotten a little rusty, so please feel free to let me know if I’m way off course here 😅
Warnings: There are none
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Henrietta:
- Oof
- Oofies
- Henrietta does not like kids, so when she showed up to your house and watched you wrangle 3 toddlers by yourself, she had half a mind to just turn around and come back later
- Alas, as soon as you took note of her standing there, you greeting her so sweetly, she just couldn’t leave you there to deal with all of that by yourself
- So despite Henrietta’s distaste for kids, she’d lend a hand, doing the absolute bare minimum with the most dramatic scowl on her face
- You couldn’t help but laugh and kiss her cheek every so often, teasing her about the future of your relationship and the change of mind she might have
- Until one of the kids tipped their full cup of juice onto her dress…
- Yeah, maybe not
- Henrietta does know what she’s doing, though, and won’t actively let the kids cause harm to themselves or each other by distracting them with some music
- If she ever finds the picture you’ve taken of her with the kids sitting quietly beside her while listening to the songs, she’d have your head on a stake in her front yard
- And after they’ve all been sent home, you’d have to turn right around and babysit your poor girlfriend’s psyche because it has been RUINED by the kids
- Would you ever get to relax? 🙄
Pete:
- Welp
- When you needed help, Pete didn’t think twice about rushing over without even asking what it is you’d need help with
- Upon seeing the set of kids all tugging at your shirt and crying for your attention, he’d act without thinking, immediately drawing their hands away
- Of course, they’d just turn their attention to Pete, but it gave you the few minutes of peace you needed in order to make them some snacks and refill their drinks
- While you werenin the kitchen, your boyfriend had no problem occupying the children with some toys that had been brought for them to play with
- Bringing in the snacks, you’d give Pete a peck on the cheek as a thank you
- And when the children were all settled, snacking away happily, Pete would tease you for running a mini zoo as a part time job
- Nap time was so easy for you
- For Pete, not so much, because as soon as you both sat on the couch, he was flooded by toddlers using him as a bed
- The experience would definitely make him think of you as a parent, and he didn’t seem so worried about your future kids anymore
- When the kids got picked up, that’s when it became nap time for you and Pete
- After the day you two have had, Pete would like to revel in the childlessness for a little bit longer, soaking up the quiet
Michael:
- Oh, you are just in for a treat
- Michael actually really likes kids, so much so that he comes ready with games and activities for the tots
- Seeing as you had to babysit for your neighbor, you accepted his invite to help out readily, glad to have someone on your side
- You might as well go on ahead and sit down because he’s got it
- Even when you think he’s going to tip over because all the kids wanted to climb him like a tree, he’s got it
- Lunch time is super easy because Michael’s probably ordered a pizza for the kids, so the only thing you need to worry about is feeding them
- If he has his guitar, yes, he is playing it for the kids (you had no idea that he knew to play Baa Baa Black Sheep, but it was kinda cute)
- Nap time for the kiddos is right around the corner, and seeing them curled around your boyfriend on the floor made your heart swell
- While they napped, you and Michael would relax and watch over them, making sure nothing happened
- This is when he’d lament that he couldn’t wait to have kids with you, seeing just how great you were with babysitting
- When the kids left, you’d tidy up the small messes they’ve made that day
- And Michael would help willingly, hoping that you knew he was serious about your earlier conversation
