#sweetpea x reader

[yourjughead]

Boyfriend

Sweet Pea and Y/N have been seeing each other in secret for some time but as a new serpent enters the playing field, tempers flare but is it all what if seems?

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SP POV

"So when are you guys gonna stop pretending it's just sex and actually just sign the marriage licence, it's been like 7 months which is basically decades in the Serpents"

The water I gulped down nearly took deathly grip at Tonis comment.

"N-o no no" I managed to choke out between rapid taps to the back from Fangs.

"Toni please don't kill the man, I'm sure YN wouldn't like if you bumped off her play thing" Fangs quipped while watching the colour return back to my face.

"I'm not her play thing, if anything she's mine"

"And who exactly could you be talking about like that" of course she's going to join the conversation at the most inconvenient time. I wish the water had just finished me off.

"Y/N, we were just messing with him"

"Ah yes Toni because I love when my sex life is the topic of conversation amongst my friends, although I suppose you've nothing going on in your own lives" she dropped your tray next to me before sliding in across.

"And how is Cheryl?" you added, Toni sunk down on the seat with a groan.

"And Kevin?" sending Fangs sliding too, leaving me grinning into my soup. I caught her hand beneath the table as the other two tried to take back hold of their pride. We shouldn't have even been talking about this so openly in school, I'm really not trying to put a target on my back.

"If you do marry eachother I'll officiate"

"That's very nice Fangs but don't you need to be able to read to do that?" Fangs caught his chest in feign hurt at Y/Ns joking tone. We shouldn't be talking about this, they know I'd never be allowed to marry her, I can't even openly date her.

As if on que, Y/N dropped my hand quickly to place both in front of her tray, her eyes following the newest recruit to the Serpents. Jughead Jones. Now there's the only person her father would let her marry, another serpent legacy.

"Hey guys"

"Hey Jughead!" She responded very much too excited to him in my opinion.

"Y/N, I'm heading to Pop' wanna come? I know you really want to try it" how could he know what she wants? I'm what she wants. Right?

"Sure, see you later guys" y/n smiled and I could feel my other best friends shuffle awkwardly in their seats as y/n then strutted off with her future husband.

"SP-"

"Don't" I silenced Toni's saddening tone with a raised hand, I don't need their pitty.

~ 3rd Person

Over the next few weeks you spent more and more time around Jughead. Your father approved massively of this budding relationship, not going unnoticed by Sweet Pea or the rest of your friends. You and Jughead would go on jobs together, meet up before and after meetings together and just in general be together. It was becoming more and more difficult for Sweet Pea to be around and he began to retreat into himself.

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5 weeks later - 3rd Person

Sweet Pea sprawled out across the tattered sofa of his very own trailer. Trying to take his mind of you and Jughead, he flicked through tv channels, then the books in his reach before finally landing on reading his history book absentmindedly. His eyes eventually weighing more than the book and closing. Dreams of you in eggshell coloured dresses waltzing up a flower covered aisle to meet a groom with a blurry face but a very prominent crown beanie splashed across his mind. The image jolted him from his sleep, crashing him to the floor.

Sweet pea rubbed his face with the blanket thrown across him, trying to remove the image from his thoughts. The soft glow from his ajar bedroom door across the darkened living room caught his eye. His hands ran down the blanket that was not there when he drifted off. Your hushed voice eventually met his ears from the bedroom, his senses waking one by one. He misses you breaking into his trailer nightly, the last time having been a few weeks ago.

Sweet Peas Pov

Collecting myself from the floor I snuck over to the door where I could accidentally on purpose hear her speak more clearly on the phone.

"Yeah there's just no future there - yeah - I really like being around him but what's the point when I don't want to continue - yeah yeah - I don't want any more feelings to grow - mmm - I just have to be with him to get where I need to go - yeah you're right- talk later love you Sis - bye - bye - bye" oh god it's happening, the end, she's ending it with me. I don't care if she's using me, just as long as she's with me. Right?

I heard her jump up from mattress. Crap crap crap. I went to scramble back to the sofa, sliding along the laminate in the blanket she had wrapped on me, flying straight back onto the floor. Ugh god my head. As I blinked her shape standing over me came into focus, I gave a small nervous laugh.

"Sweets, are you having fun down there?" She laughed offering a hand and instantly regretting it as I pulled her down on top of me.

"Now I am" I rolled her into the blanket and deep into my chest, squeezing as if letting go would mean she's gone forever. The closest we'd been in awhile.

"Sweet - Pea - You're - Crushing - Me" she attempted through my chest and began go gently push from me. It's already happening. She rolled her head up and gently kissed my cheek and I released my grip.

"Why are you on the floor"

"Why are you in my house?"

"Touché" she smiled before sitting up to retrieve her buzzing phone from her pocket.

"Who's are you giggling at?" I hate myself for asking but seeing her smile at her phone the way she smiles at me gave me reason.

"It's just something Jughead said -" ugh god why why why "- and I don't giggle" she gently hit me into my chest as I rolled from her and then up off the floor. I crossed the room towards the fridge where I rooted around.

"He was telling me about the book he's writing over lunch today, he's really got something for making up elaborate plans, we actually decided to -"

"We?" I almost growled at her as I pulled a beer from the fridge and turned to her disapproving stares. I know she doesn't like when I drink on week days, we were brought up in bar culture and she hates bringing it home with her. I'm not even sure she'd call me home anymore.

"Sweet pea don't get like that over Jughead, you like him I thought" she moved towards me in the kitchen, the blanket drapped over her still. I leaned on the fridge across from her and watched her prop herself up onto the countertop, her phone now next to her.

"Y/N, he rocks up into our school, parades around, Mr. Prince of the Serpents, takes you from me all the time so we can never have any alone time together and then -"

"Ah so that's what this is about, you miss the sex" she seemed to toy but I definitely wasn't in the mood to joke.

"No! Well yeah but that's not all I miss, this is the most we've talked in over a month and it's still about him!"

"Sweet Pea don't get angry at me!" She slid from the blanket and the counter. Too late, I was very much very angry which was only increased when her phone lit up, with the one word I'd never heard her use before, boyfriend.

"What the fuck?!" I lunged for it, almost forgetting my height, giving y/n a bit of a fright, something I had never done. Seems to be a day of firsts for everyone. Boyfriend?! Boyfriend?! She tried to reach for the ringing phone, this time I didn't forget my height, answering the phone and hoping I didn't hear the person I knew was on the other head.

"Hey y/n/n, I'll meet you at the usual spo-" I cut Jones off before he could finish, hurling the phone at the cabinets. This time I gave y/n a very noticeable fright as the phone screen came seperate from the motherboard.

"Sweet Pea!! Calm down! You're acting like a raving lunatic, let me explain!" She shouted back, more firsts from her, she had never raised her voice at me before but I suppose I started it. No she did. Jones did. I'm gonna kill him.

"Explain what?! What's there to explain Y/N/N" I used the name he called her like the curse word it was to me.

"Me and you have been seeing each other for like almost 9 months and that has meant something to me, clearly not so much to you" okay Sweet Pea that was probably a bit harsh. I breathed out deeply, trying to release any amount of pressure from chest. She moved from the kitchen and into the bedroom, returning again and putting on her jacket. Damn.

"You have no idea the kind of pressure I'm under Sweet Pea" she almost bit at me as she zipped herself up.

"Yeah I'm sure there's a lot of pressure straddling Jones" I was shocked I said that, she was shocked I said that. I think I don't even believe what I said but then again, he's her boyfriend. Boyfriend?! She's never called me that, would never call me that. This thought pushed the regret for what I said from me and replaced it back with anger.

"Oh whatever Sweet Pea, talk to me when you recover from the concussion you clearly got from the fall" She flew open the trailer door and stormed out into the cold night. I slid down the fridge, her smashed up phone alongside me. Nice one Pea, you really messed up this time..... except she messed up too, she's dating Jones and didn't tell me. She's dating Jones and didn't tell me. She's dating Jones and didn't tell me. I could feel my neck rise again with anger as I stood and went to the front door. I need to pay the serpent prince a visit.

Part 2

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[filthyfluffyfantasies]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

❝hey baby girl! you look lost. maybe I should escort you back to the north side.❞

you roll your eyes as soon as you hear what the ghoulie is saying to you and you fume. if not for sweetpea and the stupid school project, you think to yourself, i wouldn't even be over on the south side past midnight. as the footsteps pick up behind you and the ghoulie continues to call out to you and try to get you to stop, you pick up your own pace.

sweetpea picks up his pace to match your own. when he heard what the ghoulies were planning after you left the wyrm, he rushed out the back way and he thought he'd catch up to you, maybe walk you home. just as you're about to turn the corner up the block, he closes the gap between you and a massive ring adorned hand clamps down on your shoulder, bringing you to a full stop.

❝get your fucking hands offa me!❞ you yell as you spin around fast, this catapulting you right into the towering mass that is sweetpea. you stare up at him for a few seconds, puzzled by his sudden appearance because when you left him at the wyrm, he was about to start a game of pool with that guy, fangs. your nose wrinkles. ❝you? what do you want, hm?❞ you question, your hand settled on your right hip as you tap your foot and your eyes dart around, just to be on the safe side.

❝Easy, princess.❞ sweetpea raises both hands as if to surrender and for the third time that night, eyes as dark as the night sky rake over your body. he steps closer, the front of your body bumping against the front of his softly. ❝you kiss your mother with that mouth, princess?❞ he teases; he's being a shit and he knows it. you roll your eyes and hold up your middle finger at him. ❝i thought you were that ghoulie asshole.❞ you mutter after seconds that seem to stretch on and on, forever.

sweetpea clenches his fists when you mention that one of the ghoulies was already harrassing you. you're the one who just had t' work with her, man. it's your fault she's even over on this side of the tracks to start with. - the thought comes and sweetpea raises his free hand - the one not resting on your hip at the moment, and rubs his face. ❝i'm walkin you home. fangs was right. i never shoulda let you leave by yourself.❞

and it's not a question, it's not an offer. it's a command. spoken in the firmest tone as sweetpeas' eyes dance over your little body and the way you've done it again, migrated closer to him. no matter how much you live to make his life hell, you're always close. too close. touching him with your smaller hands, your perfume making his mouth water, the flush in your cheeks and the flare of your nostrils when he's taken things too far and made you angry getting him all hot and bothered.

he's a little surprised when you meet his demand with no resistance, only a tired sigh and a grumbled obscenity under your breath as the two of you begin to trudge towards the grassy knoll that separates his side of the tracks from yours.

but the silence is too much. it's thick and heavy, it's enough to strangle you both. as you draw to a stop at the flickering streetlamp across the street from your house, you nod your head towards the house as you gaze up at the massive south sider.

❝well, this is it.❞ you mumble, uggs shuffling against concrete as you linger, hesitant to get in out of the cold. you're dying to ask him why he insisted you partner with him earlier in class but deep down you realize that asking will be you, opening pandora's box.

and maybe it's just better this way. maybe if you don't ask you can safely keep fighting the sparks you felt earlier tonight at the wyrm, sitting side to side with him in a back booth at the wyrm.

sweetpea starts to walk away, assuming you've gone inside after watching you walk up the concrete walkway that leads up your sloping front lawn to your porch. so this time, he's the one surprised when he's turned around. shoved up against the trunk of the nearest tree that lines the street as you mold yourself against him and raise to tiptoe, just barely grazing warm,soft lips against his in a chaste kiss as your hand lingers against his cheek. as you seem to come to your senses and pull away, sweetpea blinks, dazed.

before he can ask you why the hell you kissed him, you've bolted up your walkway and through the front door to your house, door banging shut behind you and the sound echoing off the night air.

he stands there to collect himself for a second or two and then he starts to make his way back over to the south side... more confused than ever now, no thanks to your little kiss.

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[chrollohearttags]

i can’t remember if you’ve written this but give me dasher eren’s first time seeing y/n 😍🫶🏻

omg ykw, I have not 😭 but their first encounter was so cute! Obviously, Eren was cutting up and acting the fool. Our good sis had ordered her signature Chipotle order and naturally, he just couldn’t deliver the food in peace! Before he even laid eyes on (y/n), he had already set in his mind that he was going to clown however decided to get beans AND an extra side of rice with a Diet Coke. He pulled into the complex parking lot, bumping music and when he knocks on the door, he’s fully prepared to shame whoever answers it because it’s “big back behavior” and apparently that’s his business now 🙄. HOWEVER, when he laid eyes on you, Eren was smitten and bad. Just standing there with a bag as he examines her..trying to find the right words to say. Honestly, he never had trouble being flirtatious or charming a woman but she had my boy stuck. Leaning against the doorframe in a tank top and sweats, looking fine as hell even on some chill shit. Hands down, the most gorgeous girl he’s ever seen. Glasses on, hair pinned up in a bonnet and fresh lash extensions behind the lenses. “Thank you. I appreciate it.” Smiling as you held out your hand to offer him a tip in exchange for your food but that’s when it all began! Eren was never the nervous type but you had him sweating. One on hand, he wanted to put on these airs and make you swoon but on the other? That wasn’t his style and he knew that he could always make a girl laugh if all else failed. He just couldn’t find the balance that night!

“My pleasure, gorgeous. I made sure to toss you some extra napkins up in there and some sauces too.”

which you thought was a very sweet gesture. But alas, he wasn’t going to let you get away scott free and let just be the chivalrous man he initially led on to be. “Aw, thank you—“ “..and I put some extra mints too. Those was on me though.” Ever since then, it’s been up and now, y’all been going at it (in more ways than one!)

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[sentientcave]

Heavy Weighs the Crown

Sometimes a Bearimy is many moons, and sometimes it's just a couple days! Do not expect this sort of pace to continue though this chapter was most of the way finished when I posted the first one.

Chapter 2 - Familiar and Forgotten

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Contains: Generic fantasy setting, Princess Reader, No Y/N, Some exposition, Reader's dad (deceased) was a real piece of work, Noncon kissing, Alcohol mentions, Smoking mention, Reader descriptions kept as neutral as possible but keep in mind that she is a character to me and does have a specific appearance so things might slip through.

~5.2k words

You don’t say much for the rest of the journey.

It’s not far, really, only an hour or two from the bridge in the woods, and your anxiety seizes you so completely that you can do little more than smile wanly at Kyle’s jokes and Johnny’s attempts to flirt with you. Ghost stays as quiet as you do, a comforting spectre of familiarity walking by your side.

The city is much like you remember it, but there’s life now, where a grim shadow hung over the people before. Windows are thrown open, laundry hangs on lines spanning between houses, brightly coloured clothes flapping in the breeze like flags. Children play in one of the alley’s you pass by, kicking a ball between them, although they stop to watch you pass, eyes growing big, collecting at the edge of the street so they can stare for longer. People begin to gather at the peripheries everywhere, the gentle roar of many hushed voices drowning out all else. It seems that the people here still recognize you, although you’re not sure if it’s by your face or the company that escorts you along.

The castle looms over the city, tall, imposing walls made a little friendlier with blue and silver banners hung from the parapets, the oppressive air lessened, but not entirely erased. You think that nothing could make the castle look truly welcoming— It never has been to you, not even when you did call it home.

Ghost looks at you as you approach the dark stone walls, and puts a big hand on your thigh. “Olright?” he asks quietly.

You nod, swallowing thickly as Nox’s claws scrape over the wooden drawbridge. It feels like the palace means to devour you whole, the shade of the main courtyard matching your somber mood. It’s greener than you remember, a raised garden bed full of flowers and a few small trees sits in the center of things now, directing traffic coming in around in a circle rather than every which way. There are gardens on the flat roofs of some of the outbuildings too, where they can catch more light despite the looming walls.

Nox stops in front of the stairs up to the main door, and Ghost lifts you down easily. When you look up, you notice there are people gathering around the main courtyard too, a gentle susurrus rising up around you like the wind. A stable hand approaches to take Kyle's horse, stumbling over his feet, too busy staring at you to watch where he's going.

"Standin' around with their gobs open," Johnny grumbles. "S'like they've ne'er seen a princess before."

Kyle thanks the stable hand when he passes the reigns to him, and offers his arm to you. "Are you ready, sweetpea?" His smile strains at the corners when you look at him. Your own face must be grim indeed.

"I'll have to be," you say, curling your hand around his arm, gathering your skirts with your other hand. You feel small and plain as you ascend on Kyle's arm, dressed simply in clothes you sewed yourself, glad you were wearing your second best skirt at least. Why that bothers you now you couldn't say-- Its not as though you're concerned with making a good impression.

Kyle leads you into the hall of judgment, where your father used to take petitions and settle disputes. It's different here too-- There are benches for supplicants to sit while they wait, and a few desks set to one side of the ante chamber, where clerks speak to citizens in hushed voices, helping speed along the process. There aren't very many people there really, it's not the tired crush of hollow eyed people clamoring for attention from a disinterested king now. Its organized, efficient, fair-minded. You can't help but approve.

John Price sits on the dais, listening to the man in front of him, but his stone-faced attention breaks when he looks up and sees you. He stands and hops down the steps, touching the man's arm. "I will send a hunting party to deal with your manticore problem," he promises. "But if you'll excuse me…" his blue eyes lock onto you, sweeping down and back up to your face.

You feel pinned in place by the intensity of those eyes, Kyle's presence by your side not enough to melt the cracking ice that settles around you.

"Princess!" John greets you enthusiastically, arms wide as he strides across the hall, meeting you in the middle. "Welcome home. I trust your journey was a pleasant one? It's a nice day for a ride through the countryside." He looks good, although there's silver in his beard and glittering by his temples that was never there before, and a plain silver circlet on his brow. He dresses the same as you remember, for comfort and practicality rather than for fashion, and he still fills out his clothes in much the same way, his broad, powerful body unchanged despite his new vocation.

"A better day for tending to the garden," you say. "But Sir Garrick rather insisted on the ride."

John smiles at you warmly, and Kyle wordlessly pulls away from you, leaving you standing before John alone. You're pulled into an embrace before you know what's happening, oak-solid arms crushing you to his chest. He pulls back enough to look at you, but he doesn't let you go. The pleasant tobacco and warm spice scent of him engulfs you, caged in his arms while he studies your upturned face. "You're more beautiful than I remember," he says. "It's good to see you."

You open your mouth to respond, but he seizes the opportunity to kiss you. Not a chaste press of lips to your cheeks, which would have been an appropriate greeting between two people of your status, but a kiss, a real one, his mouth slotting over yours like you were reuniting lovers rather than near-perfect strangers.

He kisses you for a long moment, lips moving against yours possessively, long enough for the room to grow unbearably silent around you, shame twisting with a childish flame rekindled the instant he put his hands on you. You push against his chest, and he finally comes to his senses, not releasing you or giving you more space, but at least ending the kiss, letting you breathe and sort out your conflicted feelings.

“Why did you do that?” you ask him, voice low and breathless, even if you would prefer to shout it, or perhaps punctuate the question with a slap.

“Because I wanted to,” he says pleasantly, smiling in that infuriating, cheeky way he used to when he caught you watching the knights practising from the palace windows. “I think it was long overdue, don’t you?”

“No!” You don’t want to admit, considering your age, that he’s stolen your first kiss, like it was something owed to him instead of yours to give when you chose to, and you certainly don’t want to admit that you liked it. You don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of the people still watching either, which is undoubtedly why he chose this as the place for your first meeting, where you would be cuffed by propriety, giving him advantage over you. Kings didn’t have to worry about propriety— Who was there to scold them for bad behaviour?

Had John ever worried about that sort of thing? Perhaps that was why your father had so militantly kept him away from you, not because of the threat to the crown, but the threat to your virtue. A man that would so casually waltz past all social convention would find no resistance from a sheltered, shy princess. Perhaps if you had been more bold— Perhaps if you were more bold now you would be able to tell him off.

“I don’t appreciate being plucked from my home and manhandled by you and your knights,” you hiss, plucking courage from thin air. You push against his chest again, and this time he lets you go, but it only makes you angrier, because you both know he only did so because he chose to. “What do you want, John? Let’s attend to business so I can leave as soon as possible.”

He glances behind you, at his knights, an eyebrow raised. “Well, you certainly aren’t going anywhere tonight, are you? We can chat properly over the evening meal.” He sweeps you along, a hand between your shoulders, where his thumb touches bare skin, toying with the edge of your shirt. “I’ll show you to your room, hm? You can wash up and change, if you’d like. Although I must say, this country mouse attire looks rather sweet on you.”

“I don’t think any of my old clothes will fit anymore,” you say tartly. You’re certainly not the weak, spindly thing you used to be, the sapling struggling to grow in your father’s shadow. Your time with Kate has done you good, made you stronger and filled out soft curves. Joy is expansive, and it takes up space that you never would have dared to occupy before.

“Of course not,” he says. “I’ve had new things made for you. Gaz’s sister reached out to Kate for your measurements.”

“Why would she— You had no right to ask for such a thing!” you say hotly. Now that you’re alone in the hallways, you feel more at ease speaking your mind.

He’s unperturbed by your anger, still smiling. “Perhaps not. But I thought it important to stand ready, should you ever decide to come home.”

“This is not my home any longer.”

John hums, his hand sliding down to your hip, tugging you closer to his side. “This will always be your home, princess,” he says matter-of-factly, like there’s no room for argument, the way he sees it.

He tries to follow you into your room, but you quickly shut the door in his face, nearly hitting him. He manages to jump clear, and you can hear his laughter on the other side. You’re getting a bit tired of these men thinking that it’s funny when you hold your ground against them, but you’re not yet sure how to get them to listen when they (and especially John) are so used to getting exactly what they want. It strikes you that you’ll probably have plenty of time to figure it out, since you don’t think you’ll be going home as soon as you'd like.

Kyle and Johnny seem like your most likely allies. And perhaps Ghost, since he told you more than he was supposed to already. Anyone else would be too worried about drawing the king’s ire and getting in trouble or losing their jobs, but those three aren’t just his knights. They’re his friends too.

And as far as you’re concerned, friends don’t let friends keep women imprisoned for indeterminate amounts of time.

You wash up, and parse through the closet for something to wear, frowning slightly at your options. There’s nothing wrong with any of the dresses you find— Everything is beautiful, elegant, well-made, in colours that suit your complexion, made of gorgeous, rustling silk. But they also all have closures at the back, long rows of delicate buttons that will be a nightmare to do up yourself. After so many years living independently, you resent the idea of someone having to help dress you. Perhaps that was why John tried to follow you, so he could be there to offer a hand.

How altruistic of him.

You fantasize about kicking him hard in the shins with the work boots that you sadly left at home, and choose a dress in a deep plum colour, getting as dressed as you can. You consider waiting to ask whoever comes to collect you for dinner, but you suspect that that might be John. You’re just about to wander out into the hallway to see if you can find a member of the castle staff to aid you, when you hear a shout outside, and laughter.

You press one hand to you chest to keep the dress from falling away from your skin inappropriately, and peer over the edge of the balcony. Johnny, Kyle and Ghost are in the courtyard below, Ghost and Kyle sitting on the fountain edge, and Johnny doing a dance that seems to be entirely hopping and kicking, while balancing a knife’s point on the tip of his finger.

“Excuse me,” you call down, smiling as prettily as you can muster. Johnny stops dancing and drops his knife entirely, but blessedly doesn’t try to catch it. “Could one of you give me a quick hand? This dress has so many buttons.”

They look at each other for a moment, and volunteer as one, Kyle and Ghost immediately falling into bickering over who should help you. Johnny looks at the ground and up to you a few times rather than fight with the others, and takes a running leap, fingers catching on the balcony floor. He swings a few times before popping up, catching the railing and clambering over with surprising grace. “I would be happy to help ye, sweetpea. An’ Ah’m sorry abou’, er, lickin’ yer wrist earlier. Was a wolf awl mornin’, cannae always shake the compulsion straight after a shift.”

“Apology accepted,” you say, reaching up with both hands and scratching the stubble under his chin gently. He leans into your palms with a groan, letting you guide him down to your level so you can kiss the tip of his nose. “I know you’re a good boy, Johnny. You were just excited.”

“I was,” he admits, cheeks turning a little pink. “They awl met ye before, and they talk about ye sometimes, ye ken? An’ yer even nicer an’ bonnier up close. Ah’m glad I didna try to lick yer face. Ye didnae look very happy with Price doin’ it.”

“He was very forward. It’s not the sort of thing I appreciate. I don’t intend to let him walk all over me just because he’s the king now.” You release Johnny’s jaw and turn so he can get to work on the buttons, pulling your braids out of the way over your shoulder. “It seems like he’s a little too used to getting his way.”

“Ah, weel, he’s stubborn as awl hell, sweetpea. No’ really his fault, he’s just righ’ more of’en than no’, ye ken? An’ when yer never wrong, ye never learn ta compromise.”

“Surely he’s not always right,” you say. “No one’s infallible.”

He laughs, fingers stalling against your back. “Yer righ’ of course. But Ah’m never the one to catch the old man bein’ wrong. So I dinnae ken if he admits it. I would be surprised.”

“Do you know what he wants from me?” you ask. “It seems odd that he let me live in peace all these years, only to drag me back now.”

“I dinnae ken awl the details, princess. Figure it’s sommat ta do with yer cousin raisin’ an army over across the western border, aye? Probably wants ye to scold the wee rascal for him.” He continues buttoning, and then stalls again. “Aw shite. Missed one.” You feel him begin to undo the buttons he was just working on.

You press your fingers to your mouth to stifle a giggle. “Sorry, I’m distracting you. Shouldn’t be asking so many questions.”

“Aw no, I dinnae mind none. S’nice ta talk ta ye. Always thought princesses’d be all stuck up and snooty. But yer no’ at awl. Ahve been ta yer story hour at the market once or twice too. Think it’s nice ye take pity on us buggers that cannae read well. An ye choose good stories.”

“I’ve never seen you there,” you say.

“Usually go in on four legs. No one minds another mangy dog, so long as I don’t get too close or growl at the bairns. Can hear better tha’ way too, aye? Blacksmith always let me lay down beside his shop.” He marches two fingers across your shoulder playfully. “Awl done.”

“Thank you, Johnny.” You turn to look at him again, regarding him thoughtfully. It doesn’t take much to turn him from a large, dangerous man to an eager to please puppy. Something to tuck into your pocket for later.

“Ye can call me Soap, if ye like. The lads do, most of the time. An’ the boss man. But Johnny is good too. Like hearin’ it from ye.” He looks a bit bashful, twisting his fingers together absently now that he has nothing else to fuss with, bright blue eyes cast down and half hidden by his long, dark lashes. “Ah ken it’s no’ what yer hopin’ for, but I hope ye stay a while. S’nice. Feels like there’s an empty space around here, and ye’d fill it an’ then some.”

“I’ll think about it,” you say. “I’m sure it mostly depends on how angry your, um, boss man makes me.”

“He’s no’ a bad sort.” Johnny instantly leaps to John’s defense, a touch of anxiety colouring his voice. He wears every emotion on his sleeve, another useful something to know. “Been good ta me, when lot’s of folk think I’m no’ much more’n a monster.”

“I’ve never heard of a werewolf that can shift at will like you do,” you muse. “You must have remarkable self control.”

Something dark flits across his face, but he does his best to hide it behind his crooked grin. “Naw, no’ really. S’a story, but no’ one I want ta tell righ’ now.”

“That’s alright,” you tell him gently, placing your hand on top of his. His knuckles are rough, scarred from a lifetime of hitting things hard. “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. But I’ll listen, if you do want to talk.”

“Yer goan ta turn me intae a big softie at this rate,” he says, waving off your words with a laugh. “Come oan, Sweetpea. I’ll walk ye ta dinner. Figure ye know the way, but Ah’m told it’s polite to escort a lady.”

“Very polite,” you assure him, placing your hand on his offered arm. “Thank you, Johnny.”

His grin is infectious, and he puffs up his chest slightly, pleased as punch to receive your approval. You descend the stairs, picking up your skirts with your other hand so they don’t drag, and John appears at the bottom of the steps, his expression turning carefully, diplomatically blank when he sees you on Johnny’s arm.

“Perfect timing,” he says. “I was just about to come get you. Thank you, Soap, I can take her from here.”

“How very kind!” you return, gripping a little tighter to Johnny’s arm so he doesn’t run off just yet. “Johnny was nice enough to help me with my dress. All these buttons— I had no idea that button closures were the style these days.”

John’s eyes narrow just the slightest bit, like he’s not sure if you’re being earnest or not. “Nor did I,” he says evenly. Liar.

“It can be so hard to keep track of these things.” You send Johnny another bright smile. “Will you be joining us?” you ask sweetly.

Johnny looks at John uneasily. “Oh, n-no, I dinnae think—”

You curl into him slightly, placing your hand on his chest, drawing his attention back to you and away from the disapproving frown that’s beginning to form on John’s face. “Oh, nonsense. In fact, would you mind fetching Kyle and Ghost as well? We all had such a pleasant afternoon, and I feel like we’ve only just begun catching up.”

Johnny’s fingers catch on the lace hemming your trailing sleeve, his cheeks pink and eyes focused on your face. “Oh, aye, anything ye like, princess.”

“Thank you so much Johnny. You have been so helpful today. I really appreciate it.” You release him, and he dashes off without a second thought or glance to John for approval. “What a sweet boy he is,” you say to John as you flit to his side, all innocence, well aware that Johnny can still hear you. “Shall we?”

John gives you a searching look, still not certain if you’ve disrupted his plans on purpose or just by being far too sweet. “I had intended for dinner to be just the two of us.”

“Now John, that would hardly be appropriate,” you lightly scold. “The two of us, alone without a chaperone? What would people say? If I didn’t know better, I would think you were trying to put me in a compromising position.”

His lips twitch under his moustache, the ghost of a smile appearing in his eyes. “Perish the thought. Didn’t think of the implication, is all.” He opens the door to what had once been your father’s private dining room, but hesitates in the doorway. “Perhaps we should wait for the lads,” he says thoughtfully. “Since you’re concerned with the optics of being alone with me.”

You raise your eyebrows. “They’ll be along in a moment, no? I’m not sure what you think could happen in a few minutes, but I’m sure you’re capable of behaving yourself for that long.” You sweep past him, unconcerned, and he follows, letting the door fall shut behind him, the latch clicking shut loudly in the otherwise silent room. You cast about for a conversation that you can fling up between the two of you like a flimsy shield, your tongue suddenly heavy again. John has a way of sucking up all the air in a room, and he feels nearly as large and imposing as Ghost in a confined space like this. You don’t feel safe like you would with Ghost. You feel like a wobbly-legged fawn caged in with a blue-eyed wolf.

And you would feel less like that if you were in here with the man who really is a blue-eyed wolf. You don’t think the man standing before you will melt with a few kind words or a soft touch. He’ll only take it as permission to push you further.

“Your inexperience is showing,” John says conversationally, taking a step toward you.

You take a hasty step back. “How so?”

He takes another step forward. You take another back. The pattern repeats until he has you backed up against the mantle. “A lot can happen in just a few minutes, sweetpea.” His thick fingers curl around your jaw, forcing you to face him when all you want to do is sink into the floor or vanish entirely. “Could do anything I liked to you, alone like this. You’re right to be cautious.” His hand slides lower, callouses brushing your skin, raising goosebumps along the back of your neck and prickling all the way down your spine. His palm rests on your throat, so he can measure the nervous flutter of your pulse. You swallow nervously, and you know he can feel it.

Still, he doesn’t squeeze, and there’s no threat in his eyes. Worse, there’s a promise, and heat that could spark into a blaze with the slightest provocation.

“It’s a good thing you’re a man of honour, then.” You mean it as a challenge, a reminder of the rules of engagement. You came prepared for a game of chess, and he’s knocked all the pieces onto the floor and lunged at you across the board. Your words come out whisper soft, plaintive instead of confident.

“A good thing indeed.” He takes a step back, and then another, his hand falling away, leaving you standing by the mantle, clinging to it for support.

It was a good thing the fireplace is cold, this time of year, or you might be tempted to throw yourself in just to save yourself the embarrassment of being so completely set off balance.

“Here.” John returns to your side, this time leaving enough space for you to breathe, and offers you a glass of wine. White wine, like he remembers your preferences somehow. Your fingers brush his when you take the glass, and you try not to shake from the force of whatever it is that he stirs up in you.

It’s too vast to identify, and threatens to engulf you, swallow you whole. It’s an ocean, as deep and blue as his eyes, and you’re already struggling to stay afloat. You feel like the only things keeping you from drowning are your righteous anger and sense of self-preservation. But recognizing the danger he poses to you, to your freedom, if not your life, doesn’t pluck you from the water or save you from the circling shark. You don’t know how to do that. You’re not sure if you want to.

“I should apologize,” he says gently. “For greeting you the way I did earlier. I’d dreamt of our reunion so many times that it felt like the most natural thing in the world, kissing you like that. I should have better kept myself in check.”

You sip your wine. It’s sharp and not too sweet, just the sort of thing you used to like, and many times better than what you’ve had for years now. But the taste only reminds you of things best left forgotten, sour remnants of a life you wished to leave behind. Even this room, redecorated to another man’s preferences, feels as oppressive as your father’s presence in life.

Maybe it’s the weight of the crown, that bends and twists even the most upright men, because you already see the makings of a tyrant in John. So used to getting his way already, he expects you to fall into line, do as your told, take your rightful place at his side, on his arm.

In his bed.

“Are you going to?” you ask.

He’s confused by that, a frown settling between his brows. “Going to what, sweetpea?”

“Apologize. Saying you should apologize is not the same as actually being sorry.”

He’s entirely taken aback by that, rendered speechless. It’s probably been years since anyone checked him like that, and it sends a bit of a thrill through you to be the one to do so. He has the advantage in this battle you’ve waged against him— He’s larger and stronger, he claims authority that you’ve rejected, he has allies where you have none— but you’ve still managed to strike a blow, with honesty as your only weapon.

The other three men finally join you, snapping the tension in the room, clearing it away like cobwebs.

Well, most of the tension, anyway. You sit between John and Ghost, rather than take the chair opposite John. You have no desire to be forced to bear that heavy stare for the entire meal. Kyle and Johnny sit opposite you, and you maintain light conversation with the two of them. Ghost sits to your right, his mask tipped up enough for him to eat, his scarred mouth and jaw visible to you for the first time. His gloves are off too, revealing broad, powerful hands littered with fine scars, and a few deep ones too. Most of them are obviously blade wounds, but there’s a particularly deep one, a chunk of missing flesh between his thumb and forefinger on his left hand that keeps drawing your eyes back.

“Me’n Nox ‘ad a misunderstandin’ when we first met,” he says, unprompted, noticing your glances. “She took a chunk outta me. Was a good thing she was still small, or I’d’ve lost my whole ‘and.”

“Small!” Johnny says with a snort. “The wee beastie was bigger than me!”

“You were a runt,” Ghost chuckles, “but I s’pose she was still plenty big. Got ‘er talons sunk pretty deep in my thigh too. Got ‘er to listen to reason in the end though. She din’t know I was tryin’ to ‘elp.”

You see that same darkness in Johnny’s eyes as earlier, so you change the subject, asking about a burn on Ghost’s wrist. He starts in on a tale of hunting an outlaw mage, with plenty of interjections from Kyle, and then Johnny as well, until he gives up trying to tell it, and lets the younger men take over.

You feel his attention on you for a while after that, like he knew what you did and why.

John is pensive, still ruminating on what you said, quiet over the meal. It must not be that great a change from usual, because it doesn’t seem to bother the other three in the least. He insists on walking you to your room once the hour grows later, however, and leans against your door frame.

“You’re right,” he says, catching your hand so you can’t go inside and shut the door in his face for a second time that day. “I didn’t apologize. And I’m not sorry. I know I should be, and I won’t do it again, but I can’t say I feel all that badly about it.”

It’s something, at least. A concession, if not an apology. “Thank you, John.” He doesn’t let go of your hand, and his thumb is rubbing distracting circles over your knuckles. “Is there something else?”

“We never talked business.”

“No. But I know what you want, John, and the answer is no. I want to go home, I have a life to return to, and I don’t belong here any longer.” The disappointment is clear on his face, but he only nods. You continue, encouraged by his silence. “I will, however, make a public statement of support, in whatever way you need. I imagine my cousin will wish to send a witness, to ensure I’m not being coerced. I will stay until then, and then you will allow me to go home. Is that sufficient?”

He thinks about it for a moment, his thumb tapping against your hand now. “I suppose it will have to be.”

“Then it’s settled. Goodnight, John.” You try to pull your hand free, but he tightens his grip just enough to keep you anchored to him.

“Wait.” He tugs you a step closer. “May I kiss you?”

You roll his request around in your mind for a moment. He’s willing to accept that you won’t marry him, without so much as a fight. You can’t deny that you want to say yes either, and you have just enough wine in you to make you bold, but not reckless. “One kiss,” you reply. “No more than that. And then I am going to bed.”

He cups your face and stoops to meet you, pressing his lips to yours tenderly, without any of the brash possessiveness of earlier. Just sweet and slow, coaxing you to open up for him. You relax into his touch, parting your lips, a soft little whine escaping your throat, pulling an answering groan from him as he licks into your mouth. You have to grip his wrists just to stay upright, the sound turns your knees and resolve to jelly, the taste of good whiskey and smoke from his after dinner cigar lingering on your tongue as he pulls away.

His eyes are fever-bright, and his breathing ragged as you release each other. “Goodnight, sweetpea,” he says softly. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

You slip into your room and lean against the door, knees still weak, desire simmering inside you. The kiss had been a bad idea, because all you can think of now is asking for another, and another, and another.

***

Image credits: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - Divider by CafeKitsune

#Fantasy AU #cod mw fanfiction #x reader #x fem reader #141 x reader #heavy weighs the crown #Uh oh sweetpea

[inkykeiji]

tomura’s the type to buy his princess a squishmellow but still get jealous over a stuffed animal lmao i love him

LITERALLYYYYY LMAO no he so is tho like 100%. he’d be like, begrudgingly excited about it at first; your favourite holiday is coming up, which means that the company just released their newest line of limited edition squishes, and you’re practically vibrating with desperation to own one.

the department store is busy, and you’re unbelievably indecisive, humming and hushing as you bounce from one stuffie, to the next, to the next, then back again, dragging him along with you.

with a furrowed brow and a steady stream of breathy grumbles, he’s trying to act so annoyed and so exasperated and so grumpy but you are just so fucking cute—eyes glittering and smile dazzling with one of your hands wrapped tightly around his wrist as the other reaches, fingers curling and vying in a little grabby hand that grasps at all of the different plushies, each procuring a sweet little gasp or giggle—that he just can’t quell the love tugging at the corners of his mouth or the adoration melting his glare or the fondness smoothing out his crunched forehead.

it‘s a treat to see you like this, innocent and authentic with buzzing excitement that thrums through your veins and radiates off your skin in delicate little droves, infectious as it seeps into his own and snuggles into his soul, warming his core. teeth sunk into your bottom lip, hesitancies are gnawed out in a self-conscious murmur, and tomura frowns, giving a little yank on your arm and scanning the toys warily. 

“i don’t understand what the problem is.”

“i just—i can’t decide! i want to get the best one, my favourite one, but i just—” turning towards him, your eyes are wide with worry, forehead creasing under the concern of making the wrong choice. “i want them all!” 

tomura sighs, rolls his eyes like you’re so silly, so stupid, but that fondness is back again, tender and warm and doting as it spreads unruly across his cheeks, ruby gaze syrupy with affection. 

“then i will get them all for you,” he says, simple and final.

and so, he does.

you’re still cute afterward, of course, when you’re cuddling one of the stupid things to your chest, palm rhythmically petting it’s tummy, or when you’re giggling and whispering to yourself as you hug it tighter to your sweet lil heart, lips spilling secrets and hopes and dreams into silky plush. but no matter how cute you are, tomura is unable to soothe the twinge in his chest as envy drags it’s claws slowly, steadily, almost gently down the inside of his ribcage. it’s never long before the sting becomes unbearable, before the sting has him ripping the dumb squishmallow from your hands and replacing it with himself, arms wrapped firmly around your form, your body pressed hard against his chest, lips grumbling low and rough into your hair about how he feels left out and he missed you and isn’t he a much better cuddle buddy than that foolish little stuffed animal?

of course, you’re telling him as soft palms stroke his forearms and sweet lips scatter precious kisses across his collarbone. of course he is; he always is, he always will be. 

and yet, despite all of it, he repeats this process every single time a new limited edition line-up is released that he’s sure you just have to own. because even though he dreads the bitter jealousy he knows will inevitably begin corroding his lungs the moment the two of you arrive home, it is nothing compared to the sunshine that pours from your smile when you gaze upon these silly little puffs of plush, or the bubbles of warmth that froth in your throat and out your mouth when you coddle one in your arms, or the look you give him when he gifts you another one, eyes overflowing with pure, unadulterated love, so much so it scalds his skin and singes his envy, snuffs out all of those acrid feelings and replaces them with a tender heat that glows pleasantly in your presence. 

and that, well, that will always be worth it. 

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki tomura fluff #WAAAAAAH ANON I JUST #IM SCREAMING he’s so CUTE!!!!! #yes yes i agree 100% anon #this is unedited and just kinda spilled from my brain but!!! i hope u enjoy it hehe #have a wonderful day sweetpea and stay safe n hydrated!! #inky.bb #clari gets mail

[imaginedreamwrite]

Enjoy a random thought/drabble that popped into my head

“Sir,” a knock at the office door had broken Ari’s concentration and he’s raised his head to see one of his pack members stepping inside, “your luna-“

“Yes, my darling Sweetpea,” Ari had grinned at the mere thought of seeing you today after you’d gone a few counties over to meet with a potential client, “where is she?”

“She’s not…here.” The lower pack member has faltered as he spoke to Ari, stuttering almost.

“Where is she? Where is my luna?” Ari had pushed himself to stand, his fingertips touching the firm top of his desk. “Do you know where she is?”

“She’s at home, sir. She…got back safely but she brought back something…”

“Something?” Ari was already in the motion of grabbing his keys and his plans for the menu changes, tucking both in his hands and under his arm respectively.

“The client she helped gave her a gift, a thank you really but…”

“A gift? Another creature gave my luna a gift?” Ari’s cool composure had flitted for a moment, and the tension lingering underneath had risen.

“As a platonic thank you, alpha-“ Ari had clapped his hand on his pack members shoulder, his steely gaze locking on the other werewolf’s.

“Find me the creature and his name. I need to welcome my luna home.” Ari had stepped by and stalked throughout the restaurant to where his car was parked out front.

He had driven with his mind on you, entirely focused on what kind of gift he was expecting to see in your possession when he had gotten home. There was a surreal wonder afflicting him that was rooted in concern and curiosity.

Some creatures were far more innocent in nature than others, while a few had ill-will in every action.

Ari had parked his car in the estate driveway upon reaching home, and had sparsely yanked his keys from the ignition before he had darted toward the front door. There wasn’t a moment of hesitation before he had entered the home and called for you.

“Luna! My Sweetpea-“

“Ari!” You chirped from around the corner, your eyes giving you away. “You’re home!”

“The gift, Sweetpea…” He had set his things down and fixated his attention on you. “What did this creature give my luna?”

“Ari, Ari please…please promise me…” you had grown worried, your bottom lip trembling as you approached him, your hands resting on his forearm.

“Why are you crying, Sweetpea? Baby, don’t be upset.” His offence immediately fell and instinctual care had taken over, a soft coo leaving his lips as he tried to calm you.

“Don’t eat them, okay? You have to promise me-“

“Eat them?” Ari had looked past you toward the couch in the living room, the sight of two small fuzzy creatures on a blanket confusing him.

“I got them as a gift and at first I was confused and then the creature said that they made good pets but better food. And then I saw the menu you were planning and-“

“Shh, shh…” Ari cupped your cheeks and tilt your head up, making you look at him. “Relax, Sweetpea. Take a breath.”

“Please don’t eat them!” You squeaked, pleading with him.

“Sweetpea…” Ari had chuckled and leaned down to kiss your lips tenderly, stealing your breath with every lingering moment. “I promise, I won’t eat your pets.”

“You won’t?” You sniffled, wiping your nose on your sleeve. “They’re safe?”

“Yes, baby.” He crooned, wiping your tears. “Duck is on the menu but they come from a responsible farm out of the city. These little ducklings you have, they won’t become food.”

“P-promise?” Your lip trembled and your voice shook, the state of you making Ari fall even deeper in love with you than he had before.

“I swear, luna.” He kissed your forehead quickly then pulled away. “That was your gift? Ducklings?”

“They’re so cute…so cuddly…” you grasped his hand and gently pulled him toward the sleeping ducklings.

“We should build them a pen, Sweetpea. A safe place for them to grow and give them a little pond.” Ari suggested, laying a hand on the small of your back.

“Yeah? We can?”

“Absolutely baby, and I promise your ducklings are safe.”

#werewolf!Ari Levinson x reader #werewolf!Ari Levinson x human!Reader #Ari and Sweetpea #werewolf!ari levinson x luna!reader #Luna!reader

[veronicawritesstuff]

Sweet Pea Dating a Witch S/O Headcanons Pt.2

AN: This is for the one person who encouraged me. :D Thank you for the feedback. I hope this hits the same. I feel like it could’ve been better but I am a perfectionist so :/. The hold this man has on me. Again I can do more :).

Part 1 |

Sweet Pea buying you candles he thought you’d like. 

One smelled like cotton candy

Picnics and swimming days (for cleansing) at Sweetwater River

You’d beg him to go canoeing to collect river water ofc. (not really)

Sex magic and money magic (with his consent) 

He’d get you the pheromone perfume (yk the one from the tik tok videos)

He tried to make it but failed so he bought it instead. 

This man will go absolutely wild when you’d wear it.

He’ll also get your certain perfumes with specific scents (iykyk).

Helps you organize your witchcraft books.

Everyone in Riverdale and Greendale casts you out for being a witch.

No one would dare saying anything to your face

You could do baneful magic in your sleep

Sweet Pea helps you collect thorns and pine needles to hex a certain Blossom after she calls him a brainless Serpent. AND she broke Toni’s heart soooooo................

Full moon “rituals” (Sweets just wants to have sex under the full moon).

He’d for sure help you research for your grimoire 

“Uh, babe, I did a tarot pull. Are you okay?”

He’s still willingly listening to your rants on your craft. 

You have a cord cutting ceremony for a toxic ex friend, Sweet Pea is your rock and holds your hand the whole time. 

You have to include him in all your protection spells.

It’s the law

His trailer having the most comforting energy but nothing compare with being with Sweet Pea. 

Honestly the most powerful couple in Riverdale; the energy - immaculate. Bughead and Varchie could and will never compete. 

For Halloween he’d want to go as Morticia and Gomez Addams.

#Sweetpea #sweet pea #sweet pea riverdale #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea imagine #southside #southside serpents #southside high #Serpents #greendale #riverdale #riverdale high #riverdale imagines #sweet pea x you #baby witch #witchcraft #boss bitch energy

[ashes-writing]

d i n n e r | riverdale ; sweetpea

** all images made by me. prompt credits go to the makers of the lists I used which can be found[ here ] [here] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [here] [here]and [here] - a huge thanks to all the wicked talented creators of these prompt lists. **

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚡 - 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛

↪ summary

---a family dinner with the Blossom family is always more about appearances than anything. You invite Sweetpea, the Serpent you've been tutoring and secretly have fallen in love with and all hell breaks loose.. Pt 1 of 2

↪ pairing / fandom

--- Blossom!fem!reader x Sweetpea - Riverdale ; this reader is more characterized with red hair and brown eyes as well as female parts.

↪ warnings

--- reader is the 'invisible' younger sister of Cheryl and Jason and thus, will be heavily characterized (possibly the first OC on this blog if/when I write this fic I have in mind just so nobody gets in a tizzy or anything). Story is canon divergent, set after Jason's death. Blossom family and all their toxic glory for obvious reasons. Sexual tension if you squint and a very public declaration of her feelings for Sweetpea which are returned by him. two parter. reader has confidence issues as a result of her family and the way they treat her (ignoring her, neglect, they only give a crap when appearances need to be upkept) + is hinted at being far less outgoing and a little more withdrawn than Cheryl.

↪ taglist, babes

--- my taglist is [here] if you'd like to be on it. huge hug to my bestie @tbmunson because we both needed this, tbh.

@volturiwolf

You spot the giant of a South Sider easily and you make your way straight over to the pool tables, tapping his shoulder impatiently until he turns to face you.

Sweetpea throws down his pool stick and whirls around and this puts him body to body with you. Dark brows knit together and he studies you in confusion. “What do you want, hm?” he questions as he steps closer, the space between your two bodies filled as he towers over you and he smirks. “Aren’t you a little lost, red?”

“Nope.” you answer quietly as you will your heart down out of your throat. Over in a corner, someone tries to start a fight and you tense up, eyes darting in the direction of the commotion. Sweetpea picks up on your tension and he nods to a door at the side of the Wyrm that leads into an alleyway. When you don’t seem to pick up on his nod, he grabs you by the arm roughly and wrangles you out the door and once the door is closed behind you both, he steps up to you and before he can stop himself, one of his rough,massive hands is lingering at your hip. He studies you intently for a second or two. “You came all this way… Cat’s got your tongue now, red?”

“I need you to come with me.” your words tumble out in a rush and Sweetpea laughs before he can stop himself. And he’s pointing at himself, an amused smirk is forming. “You want me… to come over to the North Side with you, red? Am I hearing that right? For what reason, huh?”

This is where you trip and stumble over your words because honestly, behind Sweetpea being the one person you suspect would scare your mother Penelope Blossom and behind the fact that Sweetpea kind of owes you.. Something, you’ve been letting him cheat off your classwork and you’ve been ‘tutoring him’ for weeks now, well… There’s the bigger fact that you may or may not be falling for the rough around the edges Serpent.

“Try that again. Breathe this time.” Sweetpea is teasing you now, the smirk on his face even bigger. You give him a dirty look and roll your eyes but you go quiet and take a deep breath and you start from the beginning. “As you know, my family has their maple ceremony today.. And Mother is trying to force me into some bizarre triangle with my sister and Archie that I’d really rather… Not. I mean not that Archie’s a bad guy, he’s just not…” you trail off and roll your eyes at yourself because what you want to say is that Archie Andrews isn’t the boy standing in front of you right now but you know you can’t say it. “If you do this one itty bitty favor for me, I’ll…” you tap your chin thoughtfully and smile a little. “I’ll do your homework for the rest of the year.”

Sweetpea snickers to himself and rubs his chin. “Lemme get this straight… You want me.. To go to this stupid ceremony with you. I’m not..” he trails off because internally, his brain is screaming at him to accept and tell you that you don’t have to do anything. This is a ‘dream’ scenario for him as of late. See, he’s gotten a crush on you -he’d rather die before admitting it, but the fact remains. 

“You can come as you are. I don’t care what any of them think, they can all kiss my ass. Just… come with me, please? Look, I know I’m not my…” you go quiet because Sweetpea is studying you intently. Biting his lip and this draws you into another one of your silly little dazes and gets you all distracted because all you can think about is how much you just want to kiss him. Hold his hand. Take care of the guy, honestly because someone needs to.

The sappy thought has you tensing just a little more. And he’s pacing in front of you, dragging thick fingers through jet colored hair as he grumbles to himself and tries to puzzle out exactly why in the hell you’re asking him to attend some stupid maple ceremony when you could ask literally anyone else in Riverdale. He’s also wondering why it is you always seem to think that your older sister Cheryl is better than you somehow because honestly, she isn’t.

And maybe it’s that look in your eyes when you were about to say that you weren’t her, maybe it’s his crush on you, maybe it’s a bit of both, but he winds up chuckling quietly. “I can come just like this, huh? You realize that your parents are gonna take one look at me and have me thrown out, right?”

“They won’t. They can’t. There will be too many of the other family members there, they’re always so worried about their precious stupid image.” you mumble. “Please? It’s just the one time, I swear. And you don’t.. You won’t owe me anything, I’ll owe you. All you have to do is tell me what you want.”

Sweetpea steps closer to you. Dangerously close. He’s gazing down at you, lost in thought. Drawn into the milk chocolate color of your eyes. “Oh, trust me, princess. I know I wouldn’t owe you anything. You make deals with the devil often?” he questions, the firm of his tone has you squeezing your thighs together just a little. Perhaps it’s not the best way to answer but before you can stop yourself, you’re shaking your head hard enough that your red curtain bangs are falling into your eyes and you’ve answered quietly, “Only you, Sweetpea. I-I.. I promise.” you stammer a little because you’re both nervous and desperate for him to see what you’ve been doing terrible at hiding for months now.

You can’t keep pretending you’re not attracted to the Serpent from the wrong side of the tracks or that there’s some magnets pull to him.

“Please?” you ask quietly, big brown eyes fixing on him as you give a pleading look. Eyes that he knows already are his undoing because when you look at him, he feels all these different things at once. And the amount of fights he’s gotten into for you -and over you, since your paths crossed over the summer, well… He knows he already considers you his, even if he’d rather die a thousand slow and painful deaths than own up to it in any way.

But this thing you’re asking him to do seems really important and it’s not like he has anything better to do today, his mother’s out of town again, she’s gone a lot more lately… And he does enjoy pissing off North Siders, especially ones of prominence like the rest of the Blossom family.

“Okay, alright. Fine.” Sweetpea pretends to be annoyed but on the inside, his heart is about to beat right out of his chest. “We gotta go to this stupid thing now or can I finish my pool game? I was winning and I need the money, Red.”

“You can finish. I’ll stay and watch. Nobody really wants me at the ceremony, they just want me at the dinner.” you mutter. He looks angry for a split second but you sigh and give a weak shrug. “My sister and brother… They were the favorites.”

The words have him clenching his fist just a little and when you’re not paying any attention, he stares at you. You’re probably the only decent member of the Blossom family, naturally the rest of them would hate you. He knows that Jason didn’t, Jason looked out for you because he’s seen Jason fight a South Sider or two when he was still alive because they were trying to scare you by being overly gross and aggressive on a drop-off night.

He hurries through the rest of the pool game and as soon as his winnings are in the pocket of his leather jacket, he makes his way over to where you stand, waiting by the door and he chuckles, flashing a cocky smirk. “Let’s get this show on the road, huh?”

“Y-yeah.”

“If you want this to seem real, princess.. You might wanna work on being less nervous around me. You do want to piss them off, right?”

You knit your brows together in confusion. “No, I..”

“You what, princess?” he’s leaning in closer.

“I didn’t wanna sit there alone.” you admit in a whisper quiet tone. “At least when you’re around to argue with, I don’t feel so invisible.”

Your words have his breath catching in his throat and he’s glad you aren’t looking so you can’t see the slightly stunned expression on his face.

—

“There you are! Get upstairs and get dressed.” Penelope Blossom rarely uses a kind tone with any of her children but when it comes to you, her tone is even less kind than with your older sister and deceased older brother. 

Penelope’s gaze settles on Sweetpea and she wrinkles her nose in disdain. To his credit, Sweetpea is unbothered. “Who the hell are you?”

“He’s with me, Mother. He’s my date for the dinner.”

“Nonsense. You’ll be escorted by Archie Andrews. We’ve discussed this. You and your sister will be escorted by Archie.”

“No.” you can feel your nails beginning to leave crescents in your palm.

“I’ll have him taken care of. Run along and get dressed now.” Penelope Blossom gives you a smirk.

“You’re not going to do anything, Mother!”

It’s the first time Sweetpea has ever heard you get loud and he’s watching the mother-daughter standoff with thinly veiled interest now because considering that you asked him to come along because for some reason, you’d rather be around him than alone, well… He’s more than a little curious.

And lately you have been acting more… Sweet towards him. You’ve opened up to him more, he knows that some of the things you’ve let slip during your tutoring sessions are not things you’ve likely ever told anyone else.

It’s the first time anyone’s ever felt better or safer with him present. It’s the first time he’s been wanted for any real reason. Even his own mother goes to lengths to avoid him for the most part, she always tells him he reminds her too much of a father she says he’ll never know.

“Your daughter wants me here. I’m not leavin.”

“Oh? You think so, young man? I’ll have Mr. Keller on the phone and we’ll just see about that.”

“What’s the hold up?” Cheryl stands in the doorway, cozied up to Archie and you glance from your mother to your sister and then over at Sweetpea. Your mother rolls her eyes. “Your sister is being difficult, as usual.”

Cheryl’s gaze settles on you and she glances from you to Sweetpea, concern filling her eyes. “Why is there a Serpent in our house?”

“Because he’s here with me.”

Cheryl’s mouth falls open but she’s quick to close it and smirk at Sweetpea. “What have you done to my sister? How have you wormed your way in, hm?”

Sweetpea starts to speak up but you beat him to it. “He hasn’t.” you smile up at him as you fall into place at his side and lean into him. “I like him. He’s sweet. I wanted him to be here today.”

Cheryl snorts in disbelief.

Archie shuffles his feet uncomfortably and when your father catches sight of Sweetpea, all hell breaks loose.

“Yeah, I’m gonna leave now.” Sweetpea grumbles to himself as he turns to walk out the door and maybe it’s the fact that you’re just sick to death of all of them and they’ve managed to chase away the only boy you’ve ever really cared about at all, maybe it’s the fact that you do care about him and you’re desperate to show him and avoid losing him, either way.

“Everybody shut up! Now!” your shrill cry has all your immediate family pausing to look at you.

Seeing that you have the floor, you can’t stop yourself and years of bitterness and hurt, they all come pouring out of you. “None of you really care about me. We all know I was the mistake. Mother and father only had me to save their shitty marriage. They blame me because it didn’t work. I’m little more than the help to any of you, the only time I’m ‘family’ is when the rest of these narcissistic snobby assholes fly in for this STUPID waste of time ceremony and honestly, I wish I was the one who died and not Jason most of the time. I love him, alright? And if the choice comes down to all of you and that Serpent ‘scum’ as you call him, I’m choosing him. I’d rather have nothing and be alone or maybe I’ll be lucky enough to be happy with him than have everything and be stuck here with all of you where I know I’m not wanted.”

“You’re going to the convent.” your mother steps closer and she’s about to grab you by the arm but you snatch your arm away and glare at her in anger as you shake your head. “You won’t do it. If you do it, I’ll find a way to ruin you. Try me, mother. I dare you.”

“Monday morning, little lady.” your father threatens. He tries to grab you too but you step away and cluck your tongue in disgust. “And you, sir… How would your precious family feel to know that you steal from them, hm? How would you like everyone to know all your dirty little secrets? Because I’ll tell it, all of it.”

“I do care!” Cheryl insists, pleading. On the verge of tears because she sees this as you abandoning her, another loss to endure. “I love you. I just…” she stumbles over her words and you laugh as you shake your head. “Nobody has to do anything. Actually, I think what I’m going to do is go upstairs and pack my things. I’ll leave and then none of you will have to worry about ‘fitting me in’ anymore. Everybody wins. I can finally be happy and be myself  alone or with the boy I really love and all of you don’t have to pretend to give a shit or squeeze me in when you want to look like the perfect little family. Either way, no matter what happens next, I just know I’m done with all of you and there’s nothing any of you can do or say to change my mind. All the threats in the world won’t scare me. You can do whatever you want to try and get even but I’m leaving.”

“You get back down here this instant young lady!”

“Careful, mother.. I may be the quiet one but I know enough to ruin everything… Do you really want that?” you snap back before shoving through a throng of people gathered to watch the scene as it unfolds. You’re rushing out the door and you’re just hoping that you haven’t spent too much time making a scene, that you can stop Sweetpea before he leaves and you don’t have another chance to get everything out in the open, -if it’s not already too late. 

You’re halfway to the door of the mansion and Sweetpea steps out in front of you. He’s staring down at you in shock because he’s still trying to process what you’ve just said and everything you’ve done. “You.. Did you mean any of that, princess? Or was this just a ruse to make them angry so you could leave?”

“I don’t say things I don’t mean, Sweetpea.” you mumble the words quietly, you don’t dare to look up at him and somehow, your breath hangs in your throat. He clears his throat and continues to stare. “You’re really gonna walk out of here and leave all this behind, red?”

“Mhm.”

“C’mon. If I hurry, I can get back for the last round of the tournament they started before we left.” Sweetpea slips an arm around you and you let him lead you out the front doors of your parents mansion.

And as you go, it feels as if the weight of a thousand lifetimes has been lifted off your shoulder.

Once the two of you are outside and next to his motorcycle, he steps closer to you, one of his hands on either of your hips. “You know what you did in there, right?”

“Yeah, I finally told my family to fuck out of my life.” you mumble and he shakes his head. You tilt yours, looking up at him in confusion.

“You just pledged yourself to a Serpent, little red. You sure you wanna do this? Ya know I don’t have shit… Right?” Sweetpea steps closer, gazing down at your lips hungrily. “You chose me… Nothing.. Over all of this.. Them? You sure this isn’t something you’re gonna regret, princess?”

His heart is about to beat out of his chest.

It takes you just long enough to answer that he’s telling himself you’re about to change your mind and go back inside, play the good little daughter. He’s surprised when you don’t.

“I don’t love them. They don’t love me. Look, if you.. If you don’t want me around..” you bite your lip and take a deep breath, “Just take me to the train station or something. I have money to get away. I’m sorry you got dragged into this, I just got so sick of hearing the way they were talking about you and threatening me. And of course their first solution is to send me to some fucking convent, it’s easier on them to pretend I don’t exist this way.. I.. I shouldn’t have dragged you into this, I just… You make me feel safe, okay? I.. I feel less alone with you? I’m.. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” you’re tripping over your words and squirming, your feet shuffling against the snowy covered flagstone in front of the mansion.

You’re starting to walk away because you think it’ll be better than making Sweetpea do anything more than he’s already done because he’s already done more than anyone else has just by agreeing to show up, but he catches up to you, grabbing your waist from behind to turn you so that you face him.

“Will you stop doing that?”

“What?”

“Apologizing because you exist. You always do it and honestly, it bothers me, alright? Look..” Sweetpea steps up to you, his arms around your waist awkwardly just so you can’t take off again because he doesn’t want you just vanishing on him too and he’s starting to realize that maybe it’s more he feels than just the strong desire to get you pinned beneath him and moaning his name over and over. Because he’s always fighting anybody who even looks at you lately. And he’s always got to be around you, the little tutoring sessions in the secrecy of the library are something he looks forward to now instead of dreading them.

It hits him and he takes a shaky breath, “Fuck.” he mumbles as the realization forms. He’s fallen for you at some point along the way. He doesn’t want you to vanish. If you’re going to do this, he’d rather have you with him than lose you -and the chance to make a move, for good.

His hand tangles in your hair and he’s leaning down a little, his mouth on a collision course with your own. Your mouths crash together clumsy and awkward, but it’s sweet. It’s the first real thing that he’s felt in a while and as his tongue drags over the shape of your lips and slips between them to dominate yours, he mutters in awe, “I don’t wanna lose you too, okay? You’re gonna come back with me.”

“O-okay.” you mutter quietly as your mouth falls open and you melt against him completely. “Can we just go now? Please?”

“Anything you want, princess.” Sweetpea mumbles, picking you up to sit you on the back of his motorcycle.

#sweetpea #sweetpea imagine #sweetpea fanfiction #sweetpea x fem!reader #sweetpea x fem!reader imagine #sweetpea x fem!reader fanfiction #<- safe for everyone. a general tag for all my safe to read works. #-> heavily characterized female reader ; female parts + red hair/brown eyes among other things #<- female reader related to a canon character. #-> fall into fall 2022 writing

[harrisonbrainrot]

David Halloran Headcanons

There's NO content for the baby boy, so I made some. He's the sweetest man harrison has played in my humble opinion.

Love language is quality time and physical touch. Always wants to be with you, there's nowhere else he'd rather be. Sitting together, getting food together. He'd want to hold your hand and kiss you at the table. He wants to hear you read to him with your head in his lap, his fingers playing with your hair.

KNEE TOUCHES. His hand is always on your knee. His thumb rubbing little, soothing circles.

Calls you the sweetest pet names ever. Dove, flower, lover, sweetheart. Your name might as well be lover. He'll murmur them against your shoulder while he holds you. Against your lips while you make love. He's always sweet on you.

He loves when you hold him close at night, he trembles when you play with his hair and gently scratch his back. He'll rest his head against your chest, he'll listen to your heartbeat the whole night.

His focus is always on you. He never let's you go a moment thinking he's not paying attention. While you talk in a café, his foot is hooked around your ankle. His chin in his hand as he leans on the table. He watches you with these lovestruck eyes. He finds you the most interesting woman in the world.

He wants to take you home to Chicago. He wants to show you the city, meet his parents, buy you a house. He wants to have a family with you. He'd rather wake up to a crying baby than anything he experienced in the military. He wants to sit in front of a cozy fireplace, cuddled up with you, a small child in his arms that he dotes upon. He'll thank you everyday for giving him this life he's always wanted.

Literally the best husband in the world. Flowers on the table, notes on your side table. Waking up to see him caring for the kids so you can sleep in. Back rubs and forehead kisses. Never lets you be overwhelmed with housework.

Has nightmares, has PTSD. The war destroyed him but he never refuses your help. You're there when he cries, when he has nightmares so violent he's thrashing. You're not afraid to hold him in the night. You'll let him cry into your neck and when he begs you to pick up his pieces, you do, you always do.

#david halloran #hanover street #david halloran x reader #david halloran/reader #david halloran imagine #david halloran imagines #sweetpea husband

[hoshigray]

𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 | nanami kento

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: dom! Nanami x fem/afab! reader - nipple play - hair pulling - doggy style + deep impact positions - restricted movements (using his tie on your hands) - overstimulation - pet names (angel, baby, love, sweetpea) - clitoral play - orgasm denial.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Oops, I did it again. Nanami being rough with his hands on your body. That's it, that's the tweet. Smthn quick thanks to MAPPA serving good food to the nanami fanatics on this week's ep

We all know Nanami Kento would treat his partner with the utmost care. There is no man you can put your entire faith in when it comes to your body than him. He's always perfect with you. Checking up on you to see if you're okay, rubbing circles on your back to calm you down from a haze, wiping tears on your face whenever he makes you feel so goddamn good. And let's not forget the kiss on the forehead he places so gently as he fucks you lovingly.

In terms of lovemaking and treating your body right, Nanami is undeniably the perfect candidate…

…However, there will occasionally be those moments when you’d want him to be just a tad rough with you. Nothing wrong with the soft, cutesy shit. No, no, you love it!  But let’s face it; when you have a man who looks so deliciously alluring to the eye, with his broad shoulders and strong forearms that peek from his dress shirt, you can’t blame your mind for indulging with wilder thoughts. Especially when you express said thoughts to him.

And he listens to your request with his absolute attention. He’ll ask for confirmation before he does anything rash. And when you give him the green flag, your fate is sealed for the rest of the night. 

“—Ggaahhh!! Ahaahnn!! Ken–Kentooo, you’re going—OhmyGod, OhmyGoood—“

“Shhh, don’t squirm too much, love.” He’ll whisper to your ear so hotly you nearly fall to your knees had it not been for his leg between yours, essentially making you ride his sturdy thigh. Your back pressed up against his abdomen while his hands roamed your body. One hand in your shirt, slipping your bra up to release your breast from the material, and for his hands to knead and play with your mounds. The other stuffed down your shorts and passed your panties, his fingers intimately close to your hot, wet folds. And you jerk when his ring finger presses down on your clit.

“Ahooo! Kento, stop, stooop!!” You don’t want him to stop — he knows you don’t want him to stop. “I’m gonna cum, it’s gonna happen—Nnnnmm!!!” He tweezes your nipple roughly, evoking an erotic shriek. 

“You better come on me,” he demands you. Oh, how he sounds so hot when he does that. “Make my hand filthy like you, baby.”

But that’s only the beginning. Wait until you two move into the bedroom with his pelvis rutting onto the cusp of your ass. Face down to the pillow and ass up for Nanami to station you, and his hand in your hair, lightly tugging it. Sweat shields your body and glistens from the bedroom lights, your hands tied behind your back by his necktie. You’ve left with nothing to stand your ground, forced to take in his cock that churns your inner walls. And, God, it feels so fucking good. 

“How’re you feeling there, angel?” Nanami, his pants and tie discarded with his shirt no longer buttoned up. The fingers in your hair massage your scalp. “Hmm? Are you feeling good?”

“…Uhhaaa—Ohohhh!” There’s no way you could give him a proper response in a position like this. Your head is so far gone that all you can think about is the commotion between your legs. The deeper he grinds his cock into your chasm, the deeper you sink into your blissful fog. Your hips begin to move involuntarily at this point; it just feels too exhilarating to stop! 

However, attending to your bliss has its faults, especially when you’re not paying attention to the man making you feel this way. Because Nanami pulls your hair, forcing your face upright from the pillows. You cry at the sudden yank, exposing the drool and tears that trickle down your pretty face.

“You know better than that, Y/n.” His serious voice is on, your cunt twitches around his length. “I need your words to let me know how good you’re feeling.”

“Ahck—Mmmm…S’ too good, Kentooo. Y’ make me feel so good. So fucking—Ahannn…good….” did you mean for your words to slur? Who cares. Just don’t stop; please keep it going. Please, please, please—

Nanami chuckles at your words and lets your face fall back to the pillow. “Good.”

But don’t think the fun stops there. Nope. It just keeps getting better. 

With your hands still tied, you now lie on your back to the comforter while he pistons his cock into you, one of your legs now on his shoulder to get a better angle to hit your sweet spots accurately. The wails you let out are uncontainable — there’s no point in stopping them from flying out your mouth. Your bottom lip is puffy from how much you’ve bitten it this entire time, and more tears fall to your neck.

Nanami looks at your expressions intently, mocha eyes never leaving your gorgeous face. It’s here that he finally withdraws his shirt and fucks you nude, sharing this intimate heat and passion with you. And, lord, he looks so fucking good right now. His tidy golden hair now with strands sticking to his forehead, sweat shared between your naked bodies, and his beautiful brown orbs taking you in like you’re the greatest treasure in the world. 

“Ohhfuck, ohhhfuuckin—Ohhh!!!” Oh, God. With the way the tip of his cock precisely hits and scrapes your tender spots, you can feel your climax coming to get you. “Kento, Ken–Nnmphh, I’m gonna, I’m gonna—“

And then it vanishes. It didn’t come. Why? Because Nanami immediately removes his length from your slick-coated slit, the electrifying tingles in your body subside in seconds. Of course, you whine to him with doe, tearful eyes. So cruel. He’s so just cruel, but you love it.

“Mmmm, sorry, sweetpea.” You know he’s not sorry. The tiny mischievous glint in his eyes is telling. “Let me hear you beg for it first, the I’ll give my baby what they want.”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2023 — dividers from @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more

#𝑯𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔: 𝑭𝒊𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento smut #kento nanami x reader #nanami x reader #nanami x you #kento nanami smut #nanami kento #nanami kento imagine #nanami smut #kento nanami x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen drabbles

[yourjughead]

Boyfriend Part 2

Sweet Pea X Reader

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Sweet Pea pov

I made the short walk, well in my rage, the short run to Jugheads trailer. Lights out no body's home. Hm. Where would the usual spot for him and yn be, the thought making me feel sick. Whyte Wyrm? Nah Jughead was rarely there. If I was a horrible human being where would I go hmmmmm. Ah that diner on the Northside!

3rd Person 

You crossed the threshold of the Whyte Wyrm as quickly as you could, still processing what just happened to you. Arriving at the bar top, Toni sailed over to you smiling. 

"Hey YN, How'd the rekindling of the romance go?"

"It didn't, pass me one of the spare burners would ya". Toni reached into a large ceramic jar on one of the top shelves of the bar, retrieved a phone with a sim taped to back and tossed it to you. You gave a small smile in thanks and began to set it up. 

"Am I allowed to ask what happened or...."

"Ugh Toni what a mess, he thinks I'm dating Jughead" 

"Well aren't you?" 

"Yeah aren't you?" The sound of your father's voice joinging the conversation startled the two of you. Toni took a rag from the bar top and quickly exited the conversation to grab your father a replacement drink.

"Yeah Dad, of course" you tried to give a smile, barely convincing him. 

"Right well the two of you together is the Serpent dream. Me and FP are delighted, you settled with one person who's right for you and Jones kept away from that busybody blonde girl" your father gave you a wink before taking his drink from Toni.

"Speaking of which, I gotta go meet him" you nodded to the both as your new phone lit up to life. 

~ Simultaneously across town Sweet Pea POV

I raced across the old bridge on my motorbike, not fully knowing where I was going but closely following the trail of picket fences. What a sad existence this truly is. I finally came across the neon sign of Pop's Dinner through the torrential rain. 

From outside I could see Jughead and the outline of the back of her, seeminly wearing a hat. He looked so happy. Fuck him. I could see the two shake with laughter. I really messed up. I mean sure it hurts but we were never really exclusive and besides we could never be public like this. She deserves someone she can publicly love. I should just disappear. 

I went to push off again but then stopped as watch Jones lean across the table to kiss her. This is really the end. Her hat fell to the floor as he moved from her. Then it caught my eye. A long slicked back almost glowing blonde ponytail. That's not YN. I couldn't help but smile so wide. Thank God it's not YN! Wait.....thats not YN. Holy shit that's not YN! He's cheating on YN! 

3rd person 

Sweet Pea leapt from the bike so fast it nearly came crashing to the soaked gravel. Launching himself through the doors of the almost deserted diner has the few eyes that were there lock onto him. Including Jugheads. 

Jughead leapt from his chair, immediately putting his hands up in truce but it was too late. Sweet Pea had moved quickly across the diner to catch Jughead by the collar and push him into the back wall, all while leaving the blonde screaming. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you Jones?! You're gonna chest on YN?! I swear I'm gonna kill you?!" Sweet Pea barked as Jughead was losing colour in his face, the blonde girl trying as she best she could to seperate the two, failing greatly.

"You-dont-under-stand" Jughead choked out. Pop's ran for the phone to call the police as Sweet Pea glared deep within Jugheads eyes, overcome with grief and anger. 

From outside you could see what was happening, bolting in off your own bike and straight down to the bottom of the diner. 

"Sweet Pea stop!" You screamed, managing to wiggle between the two. Sweet Peas grip completly released from Jughead, sending him to the ground, Betty quickly tending to him.

"YN he's cheating on you with her!" 

"YN I thought you were gonna tell him?" Betty looked up at you both with pleading eyes. 

"Tell me what?" Confusion painted Sweet Peas face. "Tell me what?!" He tried again, banging his hand off the wall he just had Jughead against. 

"Me and Jughead -" you were cut off by the sound of sirens filling the car park. Both you and Sweet Pea gave panicked glances to one another, neither could afford another trip to the station.

You grabbed Sweet Peas hand, pulling him through to the girls bathroom. You went to grab anything to break through the window but turned to the crash of the glass from Sweet Peas fist. He groaned as his hand began to instantly swell with blood. You couldn't help but roll your eyes before carefully passing through the window, Sweet Pea trying his best to follow you without adding to the collection of cuts. 

You ran through the drenched woods behind the diner, down the banks and beneath the trees before arriving at the bridge between the two worlds. 

"They have the bikes, they'll go straight to the trailer park" Sweet Pea breathed out from beneath the shelter of the bridge. 

"I don't have plates on mine" you glanced out checking if anyone followed. 

"- and when they search yours it'll register to Greendale" Sweet Pea couldn't help but laugh at that, the Serpents think of it all. 

"Show me your hand" you took his bleeding extremity from his side to examine it under the above street lights. Little shards of glass shone out as you gently removed the larger pieces.

"That's all I can do without the kit, we'll sort it when we're home" he nodded at you thankfully before sliding down the wall of the bridge to the dirt, you following suit. 

"I hope FP doesn't find out about this, he's not gonna take it well that you went for his son"

"I don't care, he had it coming"

"Sweet Pea -" 

"He can't take you from me and then cheat on you YN" he cut across you, staring at the stream of water parallel to your feet. 

"Sweets I tried to tell you tonight, I tried to tell you before battle Royale broke out" 

"I'm sorry I flew off the handle....tell me what? You knew he was cheating on you?"

"We'd have to be actually dating for him to cheat on me" you looked worriedly over at the increasingly confused face of your partner in crime. 

"Jughead and I are just faking, he wants to keep dating the Betty girl and I want to keep being with you, it's just to keep our parents off of our backs" 

"No that's not true" Sweet Pea stood and began pacing. 

"I told you he has a gift for making up stories, this is one of them. Our dads were getting more and more on us about why we weren't together, this way it would stop them from asking questions. I wanted to tell you sooner but Jughead said we needed you to believe it first, to help Dad believe it" you stood to look at him.

"No no no no this isn't happening because that would mean I over reacted for nothing" 

"Sorry to be the bearer of bad news but you over reacted, I'm sorry I lied" he stopped pacing at these words. The rain continued to almost bubble off of the rocks surrounding you both. 

"I'm sorry I got so angry and that I smashed your phone" 

"I'm sorry you ended up pinning Jughead to a wall" 

"Yeah I'm not sorry about that" you hit him playfullly into the chest at his jesting. Silence wrapped around the bridge again, the rain slowly easing. You put out your arms in truce and Sweet Pea happy wrapped his around your waist, holding you into his chest. 

"Sweets, Jughead and I have to keep pretending for awhile, just until it's believable that our break up would have no turning back" 

"Do you have to call him boyfriend though?" you gave a small smile at Sweet Peas evident insecurity. 

"Yeah but it's only pretend, you're the one I want to be with. Let's start walking home, I'm sure those cops are half way to Greendale by now" Sweet Pea gave a small nodd to your voice before taking your hand and pulling you up the bank and to the bridge. You dropped it then. 

"I can't risk being seen with you like that, I'm sorry" 

"It's okay YN, you can make it up to me at home" He winked and you were happy to see the playfulness return to him .

"By the way you owe me a new phone" 

"Have your boyfriend pay for one"

#riverdale #riverdale imagines #jughead jones #riverdale fanfiction #riverdale x reader #sweet pea fic #sweetpeaxreader #sweetpea x reader #sweetpea imagine #riverdale sweet pea #sweet pea #riverdale cw #fancfiction #jughead x betty #betty #jughead #sweet

[filthyfluffyfantasies]

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: unprotected p in v, hickies, use of petnames, sex in a car, and creampie / body fluids. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt - virginity ft hints of lovemaking

character | fandom - sweetpea | Riverdale

reader | original character - female reader, northsider!good girl reader & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 1k

tagging - < taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . losing your virginity to Sweetpea in the backseat..✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

The backseat is not where you planned on losing your virginity. The massive frame of Sweetpea, known South-Side gang member, is not the body you pictured yourself encased beneath but as that thick tongue rolls down your neck just right and you shiver in anticipation, everything about your spontaneous choice feels so right. Rough hands ghost your curves, one stopping to squeeze your hips as he nuzzles against the shell of your ear, husky words of praise that most people wouldn’t ever associate with the surly Serpent. 

❝ This won’t hurt long, baby girl. Daddy’s got you.❞ Sweetpea mumbles, the thunderous sound of the rain outside the car almost drowning out the husky sound. His voice is velvet. It’s gravel and it’s sex. It sends a thrill through your entire being. He tears your panties off and raises up, head bumping the roof of the car. You raise up too, gentle concern filling your eyes. ❝ Hey, why are you sittin, huh? I told you t’ lay there. Daddy’s got you.❞

❝ Daddy bumped his head though..❞ you’re teasing -and giggling, when you say it, but there’s this fire in his eyes when you parrot back the fact that he’s called himself daddy twice now. A cocky smirk plays at rough lips and he’s pressing down into you, cock rubbing against your aching center. Mouth against your neck as he lines himself up. ❝ You’re in for it now, baby girl.❞ and there’s a wild gleam in his eyes when they lock on you & the way your body is caged in beneath his. His hand captures both your wrists above your head and as the tip of his cock grazes against your sensitive opening, you moan out his name.

Some shitty rock band is playing at a low volume on the radio; neither of you are paying any attention. Sweetpea stares down at you, growling as he sinks into your cunt carefully. He’s still. Kissing you on your face, your mouth and your neck. With his free hand, he caresses your cheek. 

❝ ‘S okay, baby girl. I’m gonna take real good care of you.❞ his voice is muffled because he’s started to suck your neck as he slides his cock in just a little deeper, raw... The burn you feel at being stretched beyond what you’re used to by his thick cock is starting to wear off and you rock yourself up into him. The hand against your cheek drifts down and squeezes your hip as he shakes his head at you. Chuckles quietly, the sound deep and a little dangerous. ❝ Aht aht. I think I told you to relax. Let me take care of this, baby girl.❞ Sweet Pea mumbles, cock sinking in just a little deeper.. He’s barely thrusting -it feels too damn good, and your nails dig into his shoulder as he fucks into you slow and careful.

To everyone else, he’s an asshole. Moody and a mean streak a mile wide. But right now, as he takes your virginity in his backseat, he’s sweet. 

This may not have been your ideal first time but.. It’s so much better than your wildest dreams.

❝ Thatta girl.❞ he groans out as he feels your body really starting to unclench. Your hips meeting his clumsily. He’s almost tempted to put you on top - because he’s been imagining how you’d look, his massive hands on your hips, lifting you up to slam you back down on his thick cock, your tits bouncing, that fucked out look on your face, maybe even drooling a little, but tonight, this just feels better. ❝ – fuck, oh fuck… baby girl, you’re a perfect fit. Fuck.❞ is growled out against the shell of your ear as he starts to go just a little faster.

His teeth latch against your bottom lip and as soon as he’s let go of your hands, they’re all over him. Clumsily, because you don’t know what to do with them. Doesn’t take long to figure it out when his cock bottoms out and you’re whining, moaning his name and trying to match his thrusts just because it feels so good. He chuckles quietly, gazing down at you with lust-blown eyes full of open adoration. ❝ Ya so fuckin’ pretty, princess.❞ he murmurs, still in awe that he’s the guy taking your virginity.

Not somebody he feels is better. Him. You chose him.

It’s kind of mind-blowing.

Your soft laugh when he says it and the way you shake your head to disagree only have him falling even harder, faster than the speed of sound. When he feels your tight little cunt vise around his thick cock even more, he groans out loud. Dips down his head to settle his forehead against yours as he chuckles quietly, ❝ Does this.. Does it feel good, baby girl? Tell me..❞

You smile up at him, all fucked out and clingy as your first orgasm fades, breathe out against his mouth in that soft little voice that it does and he’s determined. You’re his girl now. His alone.

As his hips stammer and he tries to slow down, head off his own orgasm, you whine. Begging to feel him. Begging him to give it to you. He can’t hold off anymore, dots line his vision as he lets you cling to him and fucks into you faster. The car’s frame squeaking a little as it begins to rock softly. You’ve got a hand pressed against a foggy window. His orgasm shatters him and with his last slower and sloppier thrusts, he melts down into you, pulling you into a kiss so deep that you’re dizzy when it breaks.

❝ Love you, Sweetpea.❞

It’s the first time he’s ever heard anyone say it. At first, he doesn’t know how to react. At first, you’re afraid you’ve just crossed some boundary. You’re about to apologize but a thick digit presses against your lips to cut off your words. ❝ Love you too, princess.❞ he mutters quietly, softly against your mouth.

This is not how you pictured your first time, but.. It’s a night you’ll never forget.

#sweetpea #sweetpea fanfiction #sweetpea fanfic #sweetpea x reader #sweetpea x female reader #sweetpea x y/n #sweetpea x you #( ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ʟɪsᴛ ✓ ) #lazyghoulskinktober2023 #🔞ɴғᴡ. ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪsᴋ. #( ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏɴᴜs ʙʟᴜʀʙs )

[nyxxxatnite]

Minor Malfunctions

plot: Zed’s Z-Band decides to send him into an odd frenzy

pairing(s): Zed Necrodopolis x afab!cheerleader!reader

warning(s): 18+, SMUT SO SMUTTY, this might be shitty im sorry, doggy style, (slight) non-con, frenzy!Zed, sort of in heat style?, biting, sorta breeding????, public sex, p in v, no protection (WRAP IT PEOPLE), CHARACTERS ARE 18 AND ARE SENIORS

a/n: YALL IM SO TIRED OF THERE NOT BEING SMUT FOR ZED PLUS I NEEDED THIS TO BE OUT IN THE WORLD!

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this could not be happening to him. The loud beeping filled his ear drums as he stared at his watch. He accidentally had knocked a drink over onto his watch and somehow it had made it freak out. He was trying to go to school as fast as he could to see if Eliza could help in any way, slowly but surely his mind was starting to fuzz up and he was losing any sense of control.

the sound of cheers could be heard from the football field outside of Seabrook High, the familiar sound of his girlfriends voice louder than any of the other cheerleaders was ringing in his ears. And just like that any of the control he had built up was out the window. His body was overly hot and his mouth felt dry. But this was different from his usual zombie frenzies. He wasn’t thirsting for flesh, or any sort of human anything…well. That was a lie. His body was aching all over and he felt a sudden tightness in his black jeans. Was this frenzy…making him aroused?

he let out a low growl as he skulked onto the field, watching the cheer team disperse leaving his familiar love alone. The closer he got the more he could smell her, and the worse the heat felt surrounding him. The shorter girl heard the footsteps and spun around, making immediately eye contact with the zombie teen. Her bright smile would usually cause him to smile as well but with his frenzy in action he only gave a snarl.

“Zed! I thought you had gone home….hey, are you feeling okay,” her question seemed to go unheard as he reached her.

His arms shot out and grabbed ahold of her, yanking her into his chest roughy as he buried his face into her neck. For a few brief seconds he just smelt her, feeling his mouth started to salivate from her delicious scent. Every fiber of his being was crying out to taste her fully, to put her into his mouth.

“zed, you’re kind of scaring me right now,” she let out a whimper as Zed pressed against her more.

his mouth opened and latched onto her skin, listening to the sharp intake she took. She tasted so delicious, like a batch of cookies…if they had been outside cheerleading and had been spritzed with sweetpea perfume. He gave a groan as he started to leave open mouth kisses along her neck, listening to her let out shaky moans. She tried to push him away to fully look a him but he swatted her hands away and held her tight to his chest.

It was only a few minutes of him marking her up, took entranced by her taste but the brain fog cleared just enough for him to slide his hands up her uniform shirt, listening to her squeak as his cold fingers brushed along her soft skin. His fingers brushed along each of her ribs before grabbing ahold of her breasts, groaning as he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra at all. She flinched away a bit which caused him to let out an angry growl. He pulled his face back and, with the strength given to him by the frenzy, ripped her cheer top clean down the middle.

The girl went to complain but was knocked speechless as she was taken down to the ground. Her breath was gone but only for a second as Zed pulled her cheer skirt up her thighs to pool around her hips and then ripped both her underwear cover and her panties themselves off her body leaving her practically naked to him.

the panic began to set in as she realized they were out in the middle of a field at school. She had prayed to whatever was up there that no one would come out and catch her with her zombie boyfriend between her legs. Between her legs??? When did he get there? It didn’t matter now, as his hands were moving her legs up a bit to rest on her chest and his face was being buried into her pussy lips. A cry of pleasure and surprise erupted from her chest as her head flew back and hit the ground of the field. Her fingers gripped the grass roughly, trying to keep her grounded as slurping sounds came from the zombie teen. He was slurping her like she was his favorite drink and fuck did it make her even more aroused.

his tongue was poking and prodding at her entrance, carefully lapping up her slick and thrusting deep into the tight cavern. He could already feel his chin become soaked from her arousal, but he didn’t care. She tasted so good and he was fucking starving. He carefully moved to wrap his mouth around her clit and sucked carefully on it, letting his tongue roll figure eights onto the bundle of nerves which caused her whimpers to turn into high pitched moans.

she could already feel herself getting closer to the edge, her eyes crossing a bit as she prepared for the delicious feeling to finally crash over her. But it never came. She moved a bit to look at her boyfriend, to complain that she was almost there but was left speechless as he was pulling his pale hard on from the confines of his skinny jeans. She’d seen it before but each time still surprised her. How could he be that big?

With a swift push she was spun to her hands and knees, her ass being yanked back to him. The knowledge of their location had popped back into her brain and she turned her head to look at him again, “Zed, wait please what if someone-.”

a loud moan erupted from her throat again as Zed pushed into her entrance, her fingers wrapping up in the grass again as he gave no time to adjust as he fully sheathed himself inside her tight cunt. Her head fell forward a bit as she tried to relax herself but Zed had no intentions of letting her relax. He grabbed ahold of her hips in a bruising vice as he started to bring his hips back, only to slam right back into her. And he didn’t stop there. His pace he had set was unforgiving.

the sound of skin on skin was loud on the field, along with the cheerleaders cries of pleasure and shouts of the football captains name. Loud growls were emitting from the zombie teen himself, the need to fill her full of his cum was almost too much to bare. With a push, the cheerleaders face was pressed harshly into the grass and the new found angle had her squeezing tight around her sex crazed boyfriend. The feel of his cock bruising her cervix was started to build up that knot in stomach again and she was so ready for it.

she reached back for her boyfriend and slapped her hand against his arm, her loud sobs of carnal pleasure were fueling both his ego and his frenzy and he could feel himself twitch inside of her. The thought of finally being able to fill her made him let out a animalistic growl and his hips started to fuck even faster into her.

and thats all it took as the cheerleader let out a scream of his name, her cum splashing back against his raging cock sent the zombie himself to orbit. With a few final harsh thrusts he was burying himself deep into her and spilling his seed into her womb. And as her hand fell from his arm, it carefully brushed the z-band and somehow zapped it back to normal.

Zed went back and flopped onto the ground behind him, his chest heaving a bit as he tried to gather himself. And after a beat he shot up again and scrambled to his fucked out girlfriend, eyes wide with concern, “baby. Holy shit i’m so sorry.”

the girl gave a soft whine as she wad picked up and cradled in his arms, shivers running down her spine as she realized her boyfriend was normal again. She leaned into him and closed her eyes, relaxing a bit. “Fucking hell, Zed. What was that?”

He gave an awkward chuckle as he reached to her cheer bag that had been strewn away as he had attacked her earlier. He carefully pulled out the extra leggings she had and tugged them onto her as well as his jersey she also had stashed inside, “i accidentally spilt some juice on it earlier and it went on the fritz. But that frenzy…fuck i don’t know where it came from.”

she stood up on shaky legs following her boyfriend and gripped onto his arms, listening to him chuckle at her shakiness. “Well, whatever it was…it was kind of hot.”

Zed felt his body tense a bit at the his girlfriends new kink discovery and sighed, knowing damn well he’d have to pull it out more.

“you better pay to get me a new uniform, Necrodopolis,” she snapped as she picked up her shredded uniform.

it was worth it, right?

#Zed necrodopolis smut #zed necrodopolis #disney zombies #disney zombies smut #milo manheim smut #milo manheim

[chrollohearttags]

I heard you wanted some muscian Eren thirst so I'll do my best:

What if Ms. YN (back before she & Eren got matching/couple tattoos) got a custom temporary tattoo of her man's name & placed it like a tramp stamp? What if that night when she's performing with her crew she posts some spicy pics flashing the fake tattoo waiting for Eren to notice.

What if he noticed & when she gets home home & starts to undress she feels his hand travel up her body, bending her over the counter as he lifts her shirt to see his name just above her ass? Now YN's gone & awaken his need to mark her. Poor thing, she didn't expect him to damn near break her but she plans to surprise him with a cute lil permanent "E" on her ankle if this is the reaction a fake tattoo got. She ends up walking funny the next day for sure.

OMG BABES!! you’re an absolute genius 😭 I love this so bad chdkhdkd

because imagine…you’re on tour, traveling the country or it’s your first time performing internationally. Either way, you’ve been apart from Eren for quite some time. Although dancing on stage and living the dream with your girls is amazing, you miss your husband! Neither of you are strangers to extended periods of separation due to work. Long nights on the road, weeks at a time in different locations that wasn’t the home you shared together. It admittedly took its toll, in many forms…

“Yes, baby..I miss you too. I miss you so much..”

“So come home already. Please, (y/n)..I need you.”

the shrill cries and whiny pleas spilling from your beloved, EJ. The sound of the mega star rapper’s moans pouring from your phone’s speakers as he stroked himself on the end. That tight fist enclosed around his cock as he played the very vivid imagery of your previous nights together in his mind. It was quite apparent that he wasn’t taking too kindly to his wife being thousands of miles away from him. Watching you vicariously through a phone screen as he surveyed that beautiful body. Once twirling on the pole half nude and shrouded in glitter and now, completely naked and on full display for him. So egregiously horny with no shame for his blatant submission. Drooling and bucking his hips up into his enclosed fingers..

“Baby..I can’t..soon as I get home though. You know imma take care of you, daddy. Imma give you what you need..”

a statement he intended for you to follow through on. Because in the days since that very salacious phone call, he’d hand nothing but time and unbridled obsession on his hands..carefully surveying and watching your Instagram account like that of a hawk. Breaking his very own conditions on social media just to get a peak of his princess..his gorgeous wife who was fresh off of a performance with one of his respected ‘colleagues’, who’d joined the tour as well. Spinning around that metal pole with six inch Pleasers twirling in the air. A sight that he loved to witness. But alas, Eren would be met with another one. One far more savory and the catalyst for his greed and lust. The same greed and lust he’d undoubtedly take out on you the second you touched down back at the shared Miami estate!..

“You gonna give me what I need, right? That’s what you said?..so do it, give me that fucking pussy!”

tearing and ripping you out of your clothes before you could even so much as reach the staircase! Folding you over the kitchen counter with a rough hand scaling the curvature of your back. His open palm smacking roughly against your plump ass with heavy slaps…he was relentless! However, the reason for his sudden aggression wasn’t just the fact that he missed you. No!..but rather, the aforementioned sight had awoken something serious in him. The need to make love..the need to mark and claim you like that of a primal animal!

“..Rennn! Okaaay, fuck! Take it, please..”

because what he saw was a rather interesting piece of ink riddling your skin. A tattoo…and one of his name to be more specific! Something he was blissfully unaware that you had obtained. The fact alone that you had did so and behind his back nonetheless had Eren ready to pound that that tight pussy and fill it with every spilling drop of his cum until you couldn’t even walk straight. “You’re so sneaky, baby. I like that shit..didn’t think I’d see it, did you?” taunting mercilessly as he begins to rut his hips into your backside. The thunderous claps of your asscheeks against his pelvis with fluid yet deep strokes, one sharper than the next. All you could do was maintain that perfect arch and grasp for the marble countertop with all your strength to bear the sharp thrusts. But it wasn’t a reaction of misery. You loved it! You loved seeing him become so riled up at the thought of having you stamped with his seal. Clawing his fingernails into your waist and tugging you back with sharp gasps hissing in your ear.

“Tell me it’s mine, baby. Let daddy know who that shit belongs to..” the pure sex appeal dripping from his voice like that of honey. But he didn’t have to take your word for it. Because after countless rounds of rough and filthy lovemaking in every inch of the house. Taking you from the kitchen, the staircase and even the upstairs balcony for all the nights of pent up sexual frustration, you’d find yourself stumbling lopsidedly to the tattoo parlor. The shop where he’d gotten countless pieces on his own body done. Sitting upright in a chair as the artist engraved a single capital ‘E’ on your skin; right next to the diamond tennis anklet with his initials on it. Simply smirking at the thought of his reaction…and you didn’t have to wait long. Because nightfall would come around and you’d find yourselves engaging in another bout of steamy sex. This time in the comfort of your bedroom with R&B faintly thumping from the TV..pale red lighting illuminating the room and his chiseled body hovering over you. Placing tender kisses along your calf as he hoisted your leg up to his shoulder. Those movements getting lower as his rings grazed your skin. He’d whisper sweet nothings to compliment those pecks, telling you how beautiful you were but his reaction would turn from merely elated to all but ecstatic when he spotted it…

“You like it?..”

being met with a toothy smirk and the faint glint of his silver slugs on the bottom row of his teeth staring back at you. That was most certainly an understatement because he’d prove to you just how much he loved seeing you rock his name. Both physically and metaphorically..

“..that’s my girl..”

and soon, everyone else would too!

#cherry’s asks 🍒 #cherry’s sweetpeas 🍒🌷 #dear god how I fucking missed this man #and missed writing! #aot x black reader #eren x black fem!reader #musician x influencer au #aot au #black fem reader #black reader smut #aot x black y/n #eren x black reader #eren jaeger #eren jaeger x black reader #influencer au #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger smut #eren smut #aot smut #cw breeding #cw smut #aot drabbles #eren drabble #smut drabble #snk au #aot modern au #aot #attack on titan #attack on titan au #attack on titan smut

[luveline]

Omg please kbd uncle Eddie:’)

dad!steve x mom!reader, 1k

“Hi, Uncle Eddie.” 

Eddie rubs his hands together, holds them out in front of himself, and summons the prodigal child forward. “Bethany. Quick, give me a hug.” 

Bethie walks into his waiting arms, her giggle infectious as she says, “That’s not my name.” 

“Bethie,” Eddie says with a sigh. “You know my full name is Edward. Full names are nothing to be ashamed of.” 

“It’s Bethie.” 

She pushes the hair off of his shoulders. He smiles at her and her little hands. If someone told him ten years ago he’d be carrying Steve ‘King of Hawkins High’ Harrington’s babygirl around like a treasure he’d laugh in their face, but he loves Beth. She’s hands down his favourite Harrington, and he’s allowed to have favourites as an uncle, though the other clingers are cool too. Beth is Eddie’s favourite because she’s an underdog, and because she’s so clearly infatuated with him. They’re best friends. 

He gives her a pat between the shoulders and slips down into a seat in front of the TV. There’s no signs of the other babies nor their parents; Eddie always lets himself in when he’s coming around and he doesn’t expect wait service, but a hello would be nice. “Where’s mom and dad?” he asks, setting Beth down into the seat beside him. He zeroes in on a plate of pretzels and snags a few for snacking. “You’re downstairs by yourself?” 

“No! They’re in the kitchen.” 

“Really? What about Ave and Dove, then?” he asks through chewing. 

“Dove is napping and Ave, um, went somewhere.” 

He raises his brows. “Dad took her somewhere?” He imagines Beth would tell him Avery’s run away with similar nonchalance. 

“To Grandma’s. They’re going to watch a play.” 

“Oh,” Eddie springs up off of the couch. “Stay here, sweetheart, I’ll just go make sure they know I’m here.” 

Eddie is scared to open the door. Why is it closed? He supposed parents are deprived of one another but he doesn’t wanna see you kissing. Then again, if he does see you kissing, Steve will die of embarrassment. That’s worth it. 

“Hello!” he shouts, throwing open the door. 

He makes you both jump hard, Steve’s head thwacking a cabinet and your hand thrown to your chest. You almost fall on your ass where you’re kneeling by Steve’s leg. His pant leg is pushed up to the knee, and you have a tweezers in hand —Eddie frowns abruptly. 

“What the hell are you doing?” he asks. 

“Steve has a tick, you fiend. When did you get here?” 

Steve groans. “The door was locked,” he says, rubbing the back of his head. 

“Not well. Just stuck my credit card in there and wham. You guys should slide the chain in if you’re gonna leave poor Bethie all by her lonesome, don’t you think?” 

“Eddie, the door was locked,” Steve says. “You’re the only weirdo in Hawkins willing to break in. Plus, I still have that baseball bat in the garage.” 

“Sure. Come on, sweetheart, get off the floor. Let Eddie have a stab at it.” 

You laugh and pull Steve’s pants down over his shin. “It’s fine, I already got it. He might get Lyme’s now because you scared the fuck out of me–”

“Language.” 

“–but I heated it up and I think I got it.” You look up with a smile. Steve pauses his pained head rubbing to beam at you lovingly. 

“I’m sure he’ll be fine. Or he’ll turn into a zombie, and that would make him cooler. Win win. So, dinner?” Eddie asks. “Should I go get something?” 

“Nah, I made ravioli, you rude idiot. Where’s Beth?” 

“I told her to stay put in case you were making out.” 

Steve helps you up from your kneeling to dust you off. “Thanks for saving my life,” he sighs tiredly, kissing your cheek. 

Eddie rolls his eyes and turns away. Steve should love and appreciate you, you’re awesome, but he’s also a loser and Eddie’s entitled to thinking such disparaging thoughts about his friend from time to time. 

You and Steve made a kid as cool as Beth, so Steve can’t be too bad of a loser.

“Uncle Eddie?” 

“Yes, my lovely sweetpea angel?” Eddie asks. 

She stares at him, adorable in all her chubby-cheeked, sugary-eyed sweetness with her hands held up for another hug. Eddie leans down, says, “Daw, I can’t say no to you,” as she giggles into his hair. He strokes the top of her shoulder with his thumb. “So what’s happening? How did that painting go with mommy, did you put it in the contest?” 

Steve nudges you forward with a hand on your shoulder. “He’d make a good dad, right?” 

“For sure,” you say, “not as good as you, though.” 

“Oh, you’re flirting with me, that’s cool… Are you free Friday night?” 

“Probably gonna be pulling ticks off of some other guy's leg.” 

“Oh, that’s fine, I was busy anyways.” 

Beth giggles as Eddie tips her backward, a mixture of nerves and excitement that kids experience so much more than adults. 

“I always expected him to just end up with a kid. Like, one night stand style,” Steve says. 

“There’s nothing wrong with that. At least then he doesn’t get stuck marrying somebody he doesn’t love.” 

Steve glares at you as you laugh, dragging you into his arms to smush kisses into your cheek. “Don’t even joke about that.” 

“Sorry, honey. I hope Eddie gets as lucky as me someday.” 

Beth begs to be put down through giggles. “I don’t know,” Steve says, resting his cheek on your temple to watch her laugh, “I don’t think Eddie has luck, just sheer force of will.” 

“He’d totally get a baby in a basket on his doorstep.” 

Steve mulls it over. “God, he totally would.” 

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