ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Below the belt
There was something about Sweeney Todd that had been bothering Mrs. Lovett for weeks. All this time she had managed to ignore this growing feeling, but now this attempt was failing completely and she felt that if she didn’t act on the impulse that went through her system every time she saw him, she would go crazy.
“Mr. Todd,” she said impatiently during one evening, when she simply couldn’t stand it anymore.
She looked at the barber who was in front of her, wondering how she should explain this, but she couldn’t find the right words.
Not wanting and not able to wait any longer, she pushed him backwards in his barber chair so he was suddenly sitting down.
“Mrs. Lovett!” the shocked barber yelled, “Are you completely insane?”
“Oh shut it,” she replied, her cheeks suddenly reddening.
Before his eyes had even registered that she was moving, she kneeled down in front of him and her hands reached for the opening of his pants.
“What are you doing?” the barker asked, totally bewildered.
Instead of replying, the baker unbuckled his belt.
“Mrs. Lovett!” the tone of his voice was clear: stop whatever you’re doing, or you’ll suffer the consequences.
But Mrs. Lovett, who had expected this reaction, knew he would stop complaining the moment he fully understood what she was doing.
When she tugged at the fabric of his trousers, a sudden blush reached the barber’s face.
“Don’t touch that, you crazy woman,” he snarled, both angry and shocked.
“Mr. T, don’t be so immature, it’s for your own good. If you just let me, it’ll be done before you know it and the more you cooperate the sooner it’s over.”
Her flexible fingers were doing something at places they weren’t supposed to be, but Sweeney Todd was too overwhelmed to actually understand what was going on.
He felt very uncomfortable, but Mrs. Lovett seemed to like what she was doing and for once, he let her, not having the strength nor the will to stop her at the moment. He closed his eyes and surrendered himself to the mercy of his landlady.
-----
“So, Mr. T, that’s done,” the barber said a few minutes later. “That wasn’t as bad as it seemed, right?”
He didn’t take the effort to answer; first he wanted to know what she had done exactly in the first place.
When he looked down, he saw that his belt was buckled again. The button, which had been partly loose because the thread that was keeping it on its place was almost torn, was firmly attached again.
Only then he noticed that the practical baker was holding a needle and threads in different colors, and a scissor was lying on the floor next to the barber chair.
Sweeney Todd blushed again, because he had thought for some reason that the baker had been doing very different things.
“Mrs. Lovett, you are a bloody wonder.”
There was something about Sweeney Todd that had been bothering Mrs. Lovett for weeks. All this time she had managed to ignore this growing feeling, but now this attempt was failing completely and she felt that if she didn’t act on the impulse that went through her system every time she saw him, she would go crazy.
“Mr. Todd,” she said impatiently during one evening, when she simply couldn’t stand it anymore.
She looked at the barber who was in front of her, wondering how she should explain this, but she couldn’t find the right words.
Not wanting and not able to wait any longer, she pushed him backwards in his barber chair so he was suddenly sitting down.
“Mrs. Lovett!” the shocked barber yelled, “Are you completely insane?”
“Oh shut it,” she replied, her cheeks suddenly reddening.
Before his eyes had even registered that she was moving, she kneeled down in front of him and her hands reached for the opening of his pants.
“What are you doing?” the barker asked, totally bewildered.
Instead of replying, the baker unbuckled his belt.
“Mrs. Lovett!” the tone of his voice was clear: stop whatever you’re doing, or you’ll suffer the consequences.
But Mrs. Lovett, who had expected this reaction, knew he would stop complaining the moment he fully understood what she was doing.
When she tugged at the fabric of his trousers, a sudden blush reached the barber’s face.
“Don’t touch that, you crazy woman,” he snarled, both angry and shocked.
“Mr. T, don’t be so immature, it’s for your own good. If you just let me, it’ll be done before you know it and the more you cooperate the sooner it’s over.”
Her flexible fingers were doing something at places they weren’t supposed to be, but Sweeney Todd was too overwhelmed to actually understand what was going on.
He felt very uncomfortable, but Mrs. Lovett seemed to like what she was doing and for once, he let her, not having the strength nor the will to stop her at the moment. He closed his eyes and surrendered himself to the mercy of his landlady.
-----
“So, Mr. T, that’s done,” the barber said a few minutes later. “That wasn’t as bad as it seemed, right?”
He didn’t take the effort to answer; first he wanted to know what she had done exactly in the first place.
When he looked down, he saw that his belt was buckled again. The button, which had been partly loose because the thread that was keeping it on its place was almost torn, was firmly attached again.
Only then he noticed that the practical baker was holding a needle and threads in different colors, and a scissor was lying on the floor next to the barber chair.
Sweeney Todd blushed again, because he had thought for some reason that the baker had been doing very different things.
“Mrs. Lovett, you are a bloody wonder.”
Literature
Sapphire's Story CH. ??
Time jump of four months
"Harder!" Sapphire said.
"I don't want to hurt you." Inka said. Sapphire gave him a look,
"It'll take more than this to hurt me. Now harder." She commanded. Inka sighed and pushed harder, Sapphire slammed his hand down and smiled triumphantly.
"I still won the arm wrestle, whoo!" She yelled and threw her arms up.
(Dat beginning, tho ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )
Inka chuckled,
"Aye, Lass." He said and took a sip of his mead and looked around the training area of Jorrvaskr. Its been four months since he met her, his Mate, and she still hasn't realized it. I
Literature
outdated ch. 5
Crowley had a message on his ansaphone. He pressed the button. It was Aziraphale’s.
“C-crowley? oh, dear…” he sounded…upset “um…I’m, really sorry, but it will be better if we don’t see each other for a while… well, maybe we won’t have another chance, actually” a silence “see, remember when Michael came to complain? I told him… nevermind. He sent my superior an oficial request, and she started making questions… and… well. They want to investigate my relationship with the enemy.
...i just suggest you stay away until things calm down, just… no
Literature
CCSW 4
The evening had continued as such. Belle curled up in his lap against him, while he told her of trips he had taken and deals he had made. She listened in rapt astonishment as his words flowed, taking her on the adventures she had always longed for, and given up. Rumplestiltskin heard her breathing become more even and soft as she started to drift off in to dreams. He hoped they would be happy and appealing for her. His words continued to flow in stories until he knew she was truly gone. Then, taking her up into his arms he started for her rooms, feeling a smile tug at his lips as she snuggled herself into his chest. By the Gods she was going
Suggested Collections
Many thanks to ~Winyartist who beta read this for me so extremely fast
And to the rest of you out there... now tell me exactly what you pervy people were thinking
And to the rest of you out there... now tell me exactly what you pervy people were thinking
© 2008 - 2024 Wickedwitch90
Comments176
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
I think you know what we were all thinking.