Cuphead X Reader Drabbles

tension [cuphead]

notes: the words in italics are what's being narrated aloud! that's mostly how this story is going to go. haha, i kinda like the idea that the hourglass man who flips is the narrator!! also the video above somehow inspired this just a little? 

bwahaha i feel like such a pervert when i write sometimes. i just can't help it. maybe one day i'll write something thats not so weird. 

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Cuphead and his lover had somehow gotten their way into one of the lavish restaurants in town. His rather beautiful significant other had on one of the most commendable getups one could wear to a restaurant such as this. Whilst, their rebel of a boyfriend, Cuphead had sloppily thrown on a dress shirt, his hair looking messier than a teenager's bedroom, and some slacks.

The remark from the anonymous voice had caused you to erupt into laughter. Mostly because he wasn't exactly wrong... Cuphead was fuming, on the other hand. This stupid guy was a smidge close to ruining his date with you. The voice was the awkward third wheel that was forcing himself to be recognized. He hated it. 

He wanted to focus on you alone, not the other guy that was making you laugh via his insults towards Cuphead. The flustered boy took your hand from across the table, kissing it gently, "I hate to say it but he's right babe. You look hot." Even if the way he'd worded it was rather juvenile, it still caused you to blush. Shying away from him just a tad, you smiled to yourself, quietly responding with a "Thank you."

How indecent could Cuphead be? Why he was so caught up in his own thoughts on his lover, that he hadn't even noticed I started talking again. Oh ho ho, if only his darling lover knew, all he could fathom to imagine at that point in time was a sloppy heated makeout session with the one in which his hand was holding. He wanted so many indecent things but who would have known he thought about that at times like this, in a restaurant that demonstrated elegancy! 

The boy's eye twitched in annoyance by the voice above them. He had finally snapped out of his lucid thoughts and heard what the narrator was saying about him. What was he trying to do, sabotage the night he'd had planned?! They had only just arrived at the restaurant, yet somehow this was already going downhill.

His flustered sweetheart was fidgeting in their own seat. He had to get this guy to shut up. "Hey hey hey now, I know the time and the place to have thoughts like that okay? Don't listen to him, please? Somebody must've paid him to do this."

Oh Cuphead. They really do look innocent, don't they? You aren't connected to their inner thoughts as I am though. You wouldn't know unless I told you, but maybe they want that too.

Your jaw dropped from pure shock. This guy really was a nuisance... But he wasn't wrong. He'd read your mind correctly after all. Cuphead gave you a weird look, causing you to avert your eyes nervously. 

"That true?"

"W-Well..."

Cuphead let out a sleazy little laugh, leaning over the table with a devilish smirk. It made you question, were you sure this guy didn't actually work for the devil? He had this seductive, alluring look in your eyes that would have made you squeal like a schoolgirl, had you not been out in public. He lightly slapped the table, eyes lighting up with excitement. 

The waiter that waltzed over to your table, looking up, knowing the voice for this table in particular.

My work here is done.

The waiter politely interrupted the two who were quietly sweet-talking each other, having scooted their chairs closer to each other and all. "Hi there, my name is Daniel, I'll be your waiter for toda-" "Check please." Cuphead spoke with his never-ending grin. The waiter smiled. "Absolutely sir."

The two had literally ordered nothing, therefore had to pay nothing. But that was all according to the restaurant's services, somehow. That voice was supposedly supposed to influence sexual tension. 

Let's just say that's why they had such good reviews. Everyone who walked in pretty much left satisfied.