#my fanfiction ; sweetpea
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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they only give a crap when appearances need to be upkept) + is hinted at being far less outgoing and a little more withdrawn than Cheryl.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.
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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.
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“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
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INTRODUCTION
ABOUT ME; A 19 year old designer | Call me Alistair or anythin' you want sweetpea.
WHAT I WRITE; Currently CoD
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FAVORITE COLOR(S): Green and Purple
FAVORITE FLAVORS(S): Salty (A little-a spicy)
FAVORITE MUSIC: R&B, Funk, Acid Jazz, EDM, Soul, Electronic Rock, Alternative Rock and Jrock
FAVORITE MOVIE(S): The Lord of the Rings trilogy, Christopher Nolan's Dark Knight Trilogy, Austin Powers, Rush Hour 1 and 2, The Naked Gun Trilogy, Longest Yard, Elf, Dracula: Dead and Loving It!, Scary Movie 3, Space Balls, Legally Blonde and Romy and Michelle
FAVORITE SERIES: Friends, IASIP, Fresh Prince of Bel Air, The Office (US Version), Blackadder, The Nanny, What We Do In The Shadows, Abbott Elementary, Netflix's Sandman Series-- Animated shows not included here or we will be here for awhile
LAST SONG: ポルカドットスティングレイ「ICHIDAIJI」
LAST SERIES: Frieren: Beyond Journey's End
LAST MOVIE: Wonka
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for the matchups, please? this is very long oops :^)
What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?
magnolia by laufey!!! love the first verse, specifically, "stars in her eyes, handpicked from the skies." i just think it's very pretty :))
What is your Enneagram type?
type 4w5 (looking at the other submissions this is very popular?!)
Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?
the youtuber strange æons has this video where she does a deep dive on an old harry potter fanfiction writer called ms.scribe, i think it's really fascinating stuff!
Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend.
i don't know if this technically counts as an imaginary friend? there was this one time i found a little praying mantis and gave him a whole backstory (he was a legendary samurai!!) and pretended to sword fight with him. i think about that often
What is your go-to way to fall asleep?
get snuggled up in bed and consume content til i pass out wwww
If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?)
i named myself after my favorite artist :))
What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why?
caelums first audio! it was the first redacted audio i listened to ever and im very attached to it just for that
What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)
james! not really into him, he doesn't stand out to me
Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.
bee and puppycat! i can even mimick puppycats voice hehe (if you haven't seen it, puppycat makes mechanical beep sounds, sorta like animal crossing noises instead of talking) i just find the concept of it charming, a girl who feels isolated from everyone else finding a magical little pet that takes her on grand adventures. the subtleness of its commentary i find really appealing. also if we're just talking about aesthetics it's all soft colors and stars, very pretty and very my thing.
Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?
asher!! he's funny and energetic but also very relatable to me, which are qualities I like in a friend :))
Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.)
i basically turn into a pokedex during my late night phone calls with my friends. if the conversation goes out, i'll start speaking about random pokemon facts (it's the special interest talking..)
Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.
gas stations and convenience stores are separated where i live xD i like to get a strawberry smoothie from 7-eleven, but tbh i mainly do it because i just think the machine is cool...
What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?
dating sims! i just like feeling included :,)
And whatever else you think tells me about who you are!
im a drawing artist mostly, but i dabble in a ton of other creative/artistic hobbies, and im in a band :^) also, i have hyperphantasia. that's pretty cool
A Free Spirit, a creative, and artist with a love of the stars- who else could you be but Elliott’s Sunshine, his brightest star?
I love pairing our favorite Dreamwalker with artists; it’s just an irrefutable match, you know? With your hyperphantasia, I bet he’d love to be a guest in your dreams, to firsthand see what you see and bring into the world through art. Elliott is just such a sweetpea, the most fun and supportive boyfriend you could imagine. As someone who works in art/architecture himself, he gets you. He understands creative blocks, the frustration and excitement of trying out a new concept or medium, the desire to not rest until you have made something, a desire he’d make sure to nip in the bud when necessary.
Speaking of your art, he is your biggest fanboy, because Elliott highkey has fanboy energy, don’t you think? He’s picking you up from practice, he’s attending every gig, he hyping you up every chance he gets. He’d also use his magic to give you the most exciting gifts. Think the dragon flashback audio but for you. He could put you in the world of Bee and Puppycat! He could make you a dream dating sim where all the romanceable npcs are him in different hats.
Song:
Pull it out of park, put it in drive/ I can feel your heart beatin' with mine/ Underneath the stars lookin' for a sign/ Glowing in the dark 'til the sun shines/ Made it pretty far on the first try/ Might've set the bar a little too high/ Started with a spark, now we're on fire/ Started with a spark
I had to give you a fun song with star motifs, I couldn’t help it~ This is also a fun, sweet song with chill, lowkey make out vibes. Elliott also totally strikes me as a The Neighborhood, Sweater Weather fan.
Runner-ups:
Vincent is a really fun runner-up because he would be such a good groupie; like, can’t you imagine him front and center of any of your performances, saying “you were great, Lovely, I bought you a brand new guitar.” Anton is another fun runner-up because he’s so technically-inclined, so I think an artist would contrast him beautifully.
note: thank you for your entry~!
Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌
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Hi I’m a new Supernatural fan, fellow Dean girl… needing some recommendations on who to follow. I don’t care about the actor’s personal life or drama though so drama free blogs would be preferred
Hey Sweetpea!
Welcome to the crazy! Aha! How are you finding the fandom so far?
Ahhh fellow Dean girl, I salute thee! What got you hooked? The eyes? The freckles? The lips? The deep voice? Or you know...all of the above? Ahahaha!
Still, it's made me smile that you've found me, me of all the blogs and I'm gonna try my very very best to point you in all the lovely directions of this fandom. So...lets begin!
Also - I also totally do drama free. Ain't nobody got time for that.
*cracks fingers and neck*
@deanwanddamons - reads a lot of fanfictions so there will always be new stuff on there, writes a few herself too! Also, a total sweetheart and super friendly. Will always help you where she can. I met her through SPN and we talk daily even 2.5 years later!
@smol-and-grumpy- Her URL makes her out to be smol...and grumpy but I can assure you she is definitely not grumpy. Smol...i am, yet to determine ;) She is one of the kindest souls, always has the first super hot images of Jensen/Dean and has an eye watering long list of Dean fanfic.
@talesmaniac89 - The graphic queen. Wanting a new Dean/Jensen wallpaper, icon - anything? Tales is your gal. She also writes and is a super positive lovely person who I adore.
@katehuntington - she's the Dean to my Sam. She's on hiatus right now, having a mental health break but doesn't mean her blog is still not a golden nugget in this fandom. Her series Ride With Me is impeccable.
@waywardbaby - a literal Greek goddess. She's such a sweetheart, and is so kind. She will always have the thirstiest pics and she will always be in the mood for Dean...if you get my drift ahaha.
@thinkinghardhardlythinking - A fellow UK girl who I wish I could live next door too. She's one of the most wonderful souls, and I always feel so honored to have her in my life. Fair warning, her fics are awesome and they are lengthy. It'll keep you good for hours ;)
@cockslut-padalecki - Another UK gal and Lisa is so so so lovely and I love her an incredible amount. She has a filthy masterlist for both Sam and Dean but fair warning, her fics are dark.
@janicho88 - Jenny is an angel. Never a bad word leaves her lips and she is also a fellow Dean girl!
@xlynnbbyx - drama free, absolute sweetheart and I adore the bones of her. She reblogs lots of fics, pics and like I said she's just a lovely lovely person.
@pink-sparkly-witch - Another sweetheart you can follow!! Fellow UK peep and a Dean girl!
@downanddirtydean - Lydia is one of the most passionate and kindest souls I know. We've been close friends now for well over a year and i just adore her. Just a little note though, she does support destiel so will post stuff about that from time to time! Just in case that's not your bag
@soaringeag1e - Meg is just a gentle soul. There is not a bad bone in her body and she is also a hardcore Dean/Jensen girl. You'll find so many fics on her blog!
@huffle-pissed - She is more Sam, and her blog is a mixture of her latest obsessions but she is still an absolute sweetheart. A ray of sunshine.
@chocolateheart - speaking of ray of sunshines, this girl BRIGHTENS my day constantly. Her fics are amazing (i know, i beta them) and she's just a bunch of pure gold goodness wrapped in a bow.
@watermelonlipstick - She loves her Sammy, with a side of Dean. Her writing is dreamy, and her friendship and the way she is is even more so.
@deangirl93 - My sweet aussie. Again, adore her and she is so so kind and caring. Her masterlist is also full of lots of goodies so definitely one to follow.
Offtttt this list is long already. Okay, gonna cut it down as these are other blogs to follow too that I haven't seen any drama from!
@winchestergirl2 / @440mxs-wife / @princessmisery666 / @dean-winchesters-bacon / @deanwinchesterswitch / @roonyxx / @couldabeenamermaid / @jay-and-dean / @writercole
ahhhhhhhhhh my mind is mush so im sorry if ive forgotten anyone, but I know that these peeps tag will add their own known DRAMA FREE blogs to this post to help you connect babes!
Once again, welcome to the fandom!
Much love
Xox
#beautiful nonnie#winchest09 answers#its a list#a long one#im sorry#feel free to add to it#welcome to the family
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hey! i just wanted to drop by to ramble? about the ending of rewrite the stars!!! im glad there's a bitter but sweet ending! (bittersweet in regards to the other universes where megumi doesn't get to meet our seer!mc) at least our sweet couple get to cherish each other in the current universe. probably was worth it to him lol (－ω－) Also i love love love the last line "Alright, maybe they’ll give them a few more lifetimes of happiness"-- such a cheeky ending line hehe ^•ﻌ•^ฅ♡
hihihihihihihihi (•̀⩊•́)
thanks so much for the read, sweetpea~
actually, i let my friend read the excerpt of the fic before it was fleshed out. she was absolutely horrified and told me how evil i was. in the original draft, there was only ONE lifetime where reader and megumi met, fell in love, and were granted a happy ending. in the other one, she died. FOREVER. soooo, that's two lifetimes they've met.
this all began with me, thinking, that there are billion of us in this world, a good chunk of that knows jjk and got into the fanfiction side and decided to make their own stories, hence, the many ocs. so i thought, "huh, so reader (she's actually an oc, but im too shy to let you guys know about her hehe) is just one of many, huh"
kinda trippy of a thought, but yeah.
the one who said that line though is me, because i begrudgingly gave them a happy ending (ONE GEGE SEEMS FCKING ALLERGIC TO). however, like she said, 'a few more lifetimes of happiness'.
soooo, it's about 50-30-20. 50% chances, they NEVER met, 30% chances they do meet, but something horrible happens to her, and 20% they meet, something horrible happens, but they still get their happy ending. not really a good percentage, but it's something.
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HI SWEETPEA how are u doing??? 💕 Got any fun weekend plans? Also what's your favorite book and why? 🥰✨
OH MY GOD HIIII FRIEND 💟
I’m okay, got a lot of schoolwork to do this weekend that i’m currently procrastinating lol.
Ooo, that’s a good question! I honestly haven’t read an actual book that wasn’t for school in a good while, it’s all been fanfiction.
I suppose I’d say the Deltora Quest series, i especially love the third volume all about the dragons. It’s all pretty nostalgic since we read the first book in school and I got really into it.
I’ve been meaning to reread so many series for so long, and this might just get me back into it, so thank you!
What’s your favourite? Much love 💕
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Snap Pea
(Platonic! Weasley Twins x Prankster! Hufflepuff! OC)
this is a one shot/continuation of this post because I liked the Idea and currently have some major HP brainrot going on. I'm not the most skilled writer in the world, but tumblr go brrrr, so here I am (the relationship is only slightly there, but I may make a few more of these down the line if I feel like it, so it could get developed )
I also accidently posted this earlier, before it was properly finished- so this is the actual fic.
It was April 2nd, 1993- The morning after April Fool's day.
Practically all of Hogwarts had been gossiping about the previous day's events. You couldn't walk two steps in the corridor without hearing the student's giggling over their teacher's predicament.
During all this, two Hufflepuffs were sat in the great hall, going through the motions, and keeping the mill running much like everyone else- though one was clearly tuning in and out of the conversation more than the other.
"-And Snape was pissy all afternoon since he didn't know which house to take points off of. I mean, he took points from Gryffindor anyway but- Hey, are you even listening Sweetpea?"
Sweetpea.
That was what everyone called them. They had a lot of trouble introducing themselves to new people during their first and second year, and most would give up asking after they incoherently muttered their name for the third time- So their housemates had given them the nickname since they were largely quiet, kind and well - sweet. Since then it stuck, and even the professors call them that (though it's mostly Sprout)
"Yeah, I was- sorry I just spaced out a little there. You said Snape took points off Gryffindor for the Jell-O thing. Was it Longbottom again? Snape seems to really have it out for the poor kid..."
The other puff, their friend Sullivan, had brightened up a bit knowing that they had been paying some attention. "No, he took points from Ron Weasley- he blamed his twin brothers for the prank and took proxy points since they weren't there."
"They think the twins did it? People should know by now that pranks like that don't fit into their M.O"
"I know! 'Reckon Snape knew, but just wanted someone to blame."
Sweetpea gestured at Sullivan, silently telling their friend to go on, but zoned out soon after.
'I guess I'll have to get Ron some chocolate frogs or something for having to deal with the greasy git- I don't even know why I'm surprised by that reaction'
Sweetpea had been at Hogwarts for 5 years, setting up pranks for 3 of said years- and some people still mistook their pranks for those of the twins. Sweetpea had little problem with this, as it meant that they wouldn't be subject to the many, many detentions they would've undoubtedly earned otherwise.
But still, they did have to question some people's intelligence.
Most of the staff knew those pranks weren't the Weasley's doing, but there was never enough evidence to link it to anyone else- so they were let off as long as they didn't get themselves caught- which had been exceptionally easy so far.
Really all Sweetpea had to do to avoid getting caught was go on about their day, and act innocent. By all accounts, they were a model student who got (mostly) decent grades, regularly volunteered in the hospital wing, and was often seen looking out for first years (puff and otherwise). Plus, their status as a Hufflepuff meant few people would suspect them of being anything other than truthful.
Although others didn't know, they had always been much more on the hardworking and loyal side than the honest side of their house's traits.
They'd been seen by a prefect while carrying feathers and shaving cream once, but were able to pass it off as a kind, diligent Hufflepuff doing a favour for a fellow muggleborn friend who used the muggle shaving method instead of spells.
Now, that's not to say that lying was effortless for them, it actually took quite a toll. Keeping up a façade was tiring, and lying to their friends especially didn't sit right with Sweetpea.
They'd always liked playing little jokes and pranks on people back in their neighbourhood, but as their aunt and uncle had often pointed out, they were getting older- they had more 'important' things to worry about. A prime example being the OWLs they'd have to take in this, their 5th year at Hogwarts.
So before the start of this year, they'd resolved to put the pranks away for good and focus their attention to studying.
When they'd returned after their summer vacation, though, the mood of students and staff had been noticeably tense. A murderer had escaped Azkaban, and things just kept getting worse what with the dementors being stationed on the train and around the school.
They had really tried to stop for good- not having set up a single practical joke for nearly half the school year- but seeing the fear and uneasiness in the other students, particularly the younger ones, growing worse and worse- they felt they had to lighten up the mood.
So they went to the drawing board. They had planned for April fool's day meticulously since the beginning of march- Saving up every knut and sickle they could to purchase the perfect supplies. Supplies that would form the perfect pranks. They had high hopes that it would work, because if it didn't, they weren't sure what else could be done to get their peers to laugh again.
After an entire month of planning, and many setbacks, everything was in place. A day filled with harmless fun, a small army behind it pulling the strings.
It went off without a hitch.
In the morning, the elves brought in a platter of delicious, nutritious and extremely vicious durian Danishes. The smell was so bad, that nobody thought twice about biting into the suspiciously minty Oreos that were placed conveniently beside their breakfast pastries.
Peeves floated around the corridors all day, being friendly and helpful to any lost first years, and even running errands for the professors (staying mostly near professor Lupin)
The first student to walk into any classroom was blasted with confetti, via homemade confetti canons stationed at the doors. The ghosts would refill them every now and again(some agreed to do so because they were friends with Sweetpea, but others just owed them a favour).
First year flying lessons were accompanied by very slow, and very friendly golden snitches (that Sweetpea got for half price since they'd been deemed 'too fond of people' to be used in-game)
They would zip around, flying circles around student's heads-sometimes even flying straight into people's hands. The kids were delighted when they'd catch one- and though Madame Hooch was less delighted to have her lessons interrupted, she seemed to mellow out when a snitch had warmed up to her as well.
Once lessons were over, those same snitches were seen around the school following Quidditch players for the rest of the day.
Harry potter, who Sweetpea had interacted with a few times, and was quite fond of had also been paired with a very cuddly quaffle- one of Sweetpea's rare working enchantments.
Divination students had a chuckle when Trelawney's crystal ball had been found to be replaced with an engorgioed 'magic' eight ball.
She had convinced herself it was an ill omen, but remembered the date when half-blood and muggleborn students laughed as she said her sources from the great beyond said 'no'.
McGonagall's room had 50 lucky cats of various sizes (and a squeaky mouse toy since sweetpea thought 'Minnie' might get a kick out of it) hidden in it. The students had only found about 7 so far, so this pranks was sure to be a gift that would keep on giving.
Flitwick got some -ahem- extra feathers for for his future explanations of wingardium leviosa. (Thank you Grey Lady for your willingness to prank a former student in your house)
Dumbledore even wore the joke glasses that Sweetpea had slipped into his office the whole day. They'd hidden the normal specs in the ashes at the bottom of his phoenix's cage. They had a feint suspicion he knew where they were and just wore the joke ones anyway.
Sweetpea felt guilty at the prospect of pranking Professors Lupin and Sprout, since the two were their favourite teacher, and head of house respectively. Thus, they were let off the hook, and the two were left some gifts of assorted chocolates and some muggle succulents Sweetpea thought they'd enjoy.
Snape, However, Was given no such mercy. He'd always been the most sour staff member, taking points left and right- and even going so far as to publicly embarrass students he didn't personally like.
It was said sourness that had spawned the idea for his prank. going into his classroom, students immediately saw that his cauldron had been enlarged to fit the entire room. When one stepped in, they saw that his shelves were empty- and that all the contents had been placed in solidified lemon jelly. Every tool, bottle, book and ingredient had been submerged in an amount of gelatin it would take to fill a small swimming pool. It had apparently taken him hours to fish out all his tools- and that was with the help of a few well-placed filibuster firecrackers, courtesy of a certain set of twins.
Usually, Sweetpea preferred their pranks to be enjoyable for everyone involved. Hell, the only 'mean' pranks they'd played were the stinky durian pastries and the toothpaste Oreos they'd made for everyone, but those were more to throw people off their scent.
Well, okay- There was also the cling wrapped toilets in the prefects bathroom- Sweetpea was all about smiling and having fun with pranks, but they still wanted to have a little extra fun with a few select people. All things aside- Snape had this one coming.
They'd put a stop to most of the unsavory and/or cruel 'jokes' with the help of some of the portraits (who make for lovely distractions) and even some of the other pranks just for the amusement that came with watching them backfire- but there was one certain pair of people who were allowed special, free-reign, birthday privileges: Fred and George Weasley.
Sweetpea had been acquaintances of the Weasley Twins. They were in the same year, and shared a common interest or two, but they didn't get to hold as many long conversations with the boys as they would've liked due to being in different houses and taking mostly different classes. Still, Sweetpea admired their work as pranksters/troublemakers, and hoped to become better friends with them.
The whole Weasley family had been very rattled by the previous year's events- especially the youngest and only girl, Ginny. And while Sweetpea didn't know all the details, they got enough information to know it was really traumatic for all of them.
So Sweetpea had snuck in a few innocuous items for each Weasley still at Hogwarts- stuff like chocolate frogs for Ron and an extra slice of treacle tart for Ginny (with the help of some friendly house elves).
When Sweetpea had overheard Lee Jordon's (frankly quite loud) declaration that the twins would be turning 16 the next day on the eve of march 31st- They knew they had to do something for them.
Sweetpea boxed up any extra/unneeded supplies to gift to them- along with some muggle hair dye they had had mailed to them in early march with a specific target in mind- figuring that the twins would enjoy it better than they would.
And upon seeing their mark's bright pink hair this morning as he entered the hall, Sweetpea knew they definitely did. Sullivan, who had still been chatting, stopped abruptly with a snort.
" looks like little Malfoy has a new look-"
Sweetpea could not have been happier to see the little git looking so mortified at his new hairstyle. The twins had even added some kind of glitter to the dye in order to really bring the whole look together.
Snickers broke out across the different tables- even a few Slytherins were outright laughing at their housemate.
The next people to enter were the Twins themselves- each with a wild grin on his face.
'mission accomplished' Sweetpea thought, a smile spreading across their face.
Sullivan had gone around the table to talk to some of his other friends when the mail had begun to roll in. Once they were alone, a post owl had plopped a package right into Sweetpea's scrambled eggs- something that both annoyed and amused them. They scratched the owl on the head, and opened up the note.
'Hey hun,
This came in the mail for you a while back- I tried mailing it by normal post, but it got sent back so I had to try that owl thing. It was a little strange at first, but honestly kind of cool to see an owl carrying stuff for you magic-folk. I don't know this owls' name, so I've been calling him Hubert. He seems to like it well enough.
I don't know why you need this, maybe a new look? It better be, or your aunt Sheila will be upset at you for starting those jokes of yours up again.
Either way, I miss you sweetie, and I hope you're having fun at school(just not too much fun)
love,
Mum
p.s : try to see if you can get Hubert next time you 'owl' me, as you say. I quite like him.
"Heh, good thing Aunty isn't here right now... She's gonna kill me when I get back, isn't she?" after reading the note, Sweetpea looks over at Hubert. " Thanks for taking care of mum for me, little guy" They give him his payment and another scratch. He coos at them before flying back to the owlery.
'I forgot I even ordered this one, I guess I don't really need it now that I think about it- oh well, I'll think of something to do with it'
Sweetpea got up to put the package back in their dorm, walking by the Gryffindor table when they heard two familiar voices calling out .
"Hello there Sweetpea-" "Fancy seeing you around here."
The twins Gave their signature grin, which Sweetpea returned merrily.
"Hello boys- don't tell me who's sitting where, I want to take another guess" They looked between the two, looking for anything to distinguish the two from one and other. The twins softened a little, before going into their usual shenanigans- striking poses and making silly faces at them.
"Take your time-" "But don't go all day-" "There are places we need to be."
Sweetpea had made a habit of guessing who was who whenever they spoke since second year. If only because It felt weird for them to adress Fred and George like they were two kids in a trench coat rather than two separate individuals.
This had made up a good chunk of Sweetpea's interactions with the twins over the years, and they'd put in a good amount of effort to learn the nuances and preferences of the two boys. They both had the trademarked Weasley- red hair, and chocolate brown eyes- but George tended to wear his uniform a bit messier, and was slightly more quiet than Fred- who grinned just a bit wider and was a bit more blunt.
Sweetpea looked between them, noting things like meal choice so they'd have more ammunition later, and cleared their throat.
"Alright. You-" pointing at the twin on their right " are Fred, and you-" pointing at the twin on their left "Are George!"
They glanced at each other, faces stony - staying deadly silent.
Sweetpea was a bit unnerved. They got it right most of the time, in fact they hadn't been wrong in almost a year- but they were always worried that the boys' feelings would be hurt If they got it wrong again after being on target for so long. "How'd I do?"
George cracked first, giving a big grin "Right you are, Sweetpea!"
"Although I must say, it's quite rude to point." Fred continued, in a slightly posh accent.
George's smile became a smirk as he picked back up from where Fred left off In the same tone of voice "Yes, quite right. I thought we'd raised you better than this."
Sweetpea put a hand to their chest, pushing up their bifocals to wipe away fake tears, hiding their smile. "I do so apologize, good sirs. It was not my intention to upset."
All three pranksters chuckled, and Sweetpea decided to take a seat across from George.
"So, why'd you two call me?"
"Are we not allowed to talk to our favourite Hufflepuff? George and I are hurt that you think we'd have ulterior motives."
Sweetpea just raised an eyebrow at Fred.
"Okay, fine. Someone gave us something yesterday, and we want to find out who's responsible for our lovely gift."
"All we know is that it's the same person who set up the pranks yesterday"
Sweetpea put on their best performance, looking at them with a puzzled expression.
"you mean to say that you two didn't pull any of those pranks yesterday?''
"just who do you take us for?" Fred gasped.
"Of course we set some up-" George continued.
"though unfortunately the Jelly cauldron wasn't us" they spoke eerily in unison.
"I know guys, I was just teasing a bit- So this mystery person- what makes you think I'd know them?"
George stared straight at Sweetpea, as if pondering the question.
"Well, the box the house elf left for us was all full of things that were used in those pranks- muggle things."
Sweetpea tried their best to make an incredulous face at him, a little amusement peaking through "So I'll know them because they like muggle things?"
Fred snorted at his brother's paling face, answering in his stead.
"Not necessarily, but we've heard around hogwarts that you get a lot of packages from your mum- We thought since she's non magic, she wouldn't be sending you bertie bott's."
He looked at them knowingly, a shit eating grin stretching across his freckled cheeks. "Do you perhaps remember what was in those boxes, dear Sweetpea?"
'shit- he knows, doesn't he? I always forget how perceptive those two can be. Okay, I can still save this, I just need a cover- what should I say?
.
.
.
DAMNIT BRAIN- THINK OF SOMETHING!'
Sweetpea let the façade slip ever so slightly- pondering for a moment. Would it have been bad for them to know? Sweetpea wanted to be closer to them- they could just spill the beans now and become partners in crime. But once anyone else knew, the tight lid they kept on their 'extracurricular activities' would be opened. Sure, those two were no strangers to keeping secrets and sneaking around, but they were much more outspoken than Sweetpea was about their mischief. The chances of George and Fred outing Sweetpea as the mystery muggleborn-prankster were low-
But never zero.
As Fred grinned at them victoriously, they realized there was one way they could believably get out of this.
They sighed, ruffling their fluffy hair, with a small 'defeated' look on their face.
"Alright, you got me- I bought those supplies for them as a favour- They wanted to make a 'grand re-entrance', so I helped them with materials."
Sweetpea had never seen those looks in their eyes- Fred looked ecstatic, probably thinking he finally had them on the ropes. Though George's eyes were unreadable, somewhat pensive, but with a dash of something they couldn't quite place.
" Don't get me wrong you two, I'm still not telling you who they are. They asked me not to- and thus, it is strictly confidential."
Fred deflated- "Awww but Sweetpea-"
"Sorry, Fred. The Hufflepuff code dictates that I'm not allowed to say, pardon my language, Jack shit. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to grab a few books before my transfiguration class starts"
As Sweetpea left their seat, the twins bounded up to follow them out of the great hall- George seeming more determined than Fred.
"Hold on now Sweetpea- I do believe there's more to dicuss. Like how you've been supplying our rival with things, and leaving us in the dust, Isn't that right Freddie?"
"-Yes, I do believe you're right, Georgie. Honestly sweetpea, did you even consider our feelings? Our own friend, collaborating with the enemy- such betrayal" Fred mock pouted, fanning 'tears' from his eyes for extra effect.
'Okay, so they seem close to being thrown off the scent- but there's no way they don't still have suspicions- and they might still tell someone about this...'
Sweetpea looked at the twins, who were now 'consoling' each other. They looked at their package from their mum and Hubert, and knew what they had to do.
They cleared their throat. "Alright boys, I can't tell you who your self-proclaimed 'rival' is, but- to remedy the awful betrayal I've carried out by giving them supplies, I can give some to you two as well."
They tossed the package to Fred, who caught it easily.
"We'll start with this one, call it a late birthday present- I reckon the Slytherin team would look good in red during their next game- though it's a shame to go over Malfoy's new colour, he looks like he enjoys it ever so much. Try not to break the poor boy's heart too quickly."
As Sweetpea walked away, They caught sight of the matching expressions on their faces, and silently cried for their poor wallet.
'you may have won this battle George, Fred. But I still have the upper hand- and there's no way in heaven or hell that I'm losing this war.'
#this is a continuation of one of my previous posts#I have a lot of ideas around this concept#but no motivation to write it into an actual fanfic#so here you go#Sweetpea hates their actual name so they introduce themselves by their nickname to literally everyone#totally not projecting haha#non binary#oc#?#harry potter#they/them pronouns#fanfiction#oneshot#who knows- maybe it'll be a series#hp fanfiction#harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban#fred weasley#george weasley#weasley twins x oc#original harry potter character#Sweetpea is generally friendly-but there are some people they just can't stand#like draco malfoy#given that sweetpea is a muggleborn- draco's blatent blood purist bs rubs them the wrong way#speaking of#muggleborn#draco malfoy#also Sweetpea has only ever introduced themselves that way to younger students- and never told them their 'legal' name#sometimes a kid will ask and Sweetpea just smiles at them and walks away#for a second there I was like 'bro what if sweetpea got petrified in CoS? haha jkjk- unless...#it would make a fun plot point is all i'm saying
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Sweet Pea and the letters C F and J? Pwetty please?
Ahhh oh my goodness. Okay, yes. Yes I can do this. Since I happen to have connected with this grouchy bastard when I was watching Riverdale with my niece last summer. I think I can safely answer these for you and I’d be happy to do so!
After this ask C F & J are off the table for Sweetpea from Riverdale.
Warnings:
{NSFW CONTENT. ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS ALLOWED} If you’re underage or sexual content isn’t your thing, this wasn’t written for you nor should you be reading it. If you continue to read after this very clear warning, this is now solely your own personal problem and there’s nothing I can do.
If you’re choosing to keep reading, first of all, yay and secondly, these are the things you need to be aware of: body fluids, sexual positions and masturbation.
Tagging:
There’s actually no one on my Riverdale taglist. If you’d like to be on my Riverdale taglist, lmk please, I beg. Or click the link below and add yourself to my google doc. If for whatever reason it won’t allow you, tell me and I’ll add you.
Other Stuff:
[ faq | n*fw masterlist - no minors | tag list doc ]
Sweet Pea + cum | favorite position | jack off
c= cum. basically anything to do with cum.
-- Oh god.. This guy... Listen. He fucking loves licking you clean. Just the taste of you on his tongue is enough to drive him straight into an almost feral level of horny. And when you’re on your knees and looking up at him and swallowing every.last.drop... Oh god. It drives him crazy, okay?
f = favorite position. favorite sexual position, obvs.
-- Sweet Pea really likes to press you against walls or windows and take you from behind. His hands on your hips and a fist full of your hair. Tugging. He’s also been known to just hulk out, pick you up and pin you against him and take you standing there... He likes to show off his strength, so any excuse he can get to do that, he’s taking.
j= jack off. masturbation headcanon.
-- He’s not good at hiding it when you’re having phone sex and he’s jacking off on the other end of the line. He’s pretty vocal. Gasping and growling. Muttering every dirty little thing he’d do to you if you were with him right now. In addition to this, there’s the fact that he likes to wrap that pair of panties he ripped off of you and kept around his cock as he’s doing it...
#sweetpea#sweetpea imagine#sweetpea x reader imagine#sweetpea x reader#sweetpea x reader fic#sweetpea imagines#sweetpea fanfiction#sweetpea x reader fanfiction#my writing ; sweetpea#my fanfiction ; sweetpea#my ns*w alphabet ; sweetpea#my imagines ; sweetpea#// absolutely no one (0) under 18+#// body fluids tw#// masturb*tion tw#// s*xual content tw
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Hey guys i alsways just read fanfictions. I was thinking of doing one So pls Write me what for a fanfiction do you want and about wo i actualy just do
(Warning: when i do Smut it can ve very very smut and sometimes i Can do pervers gifs too)
RIVERDALE
Sweet pea
Jughead jones
HARRY POTTER
George weasley
Fred weasley
Draco malfoy
Tom riddle
Harry Potter (Ron weasley)
Or maybe more if you ask me
ON MY BLOCK
Oscar diaz
Sad eye
IT
Patrick hockstetter
Henry bowers
Victor criss
(You guys Can Also ask me anything what for a fanfiction and about who and smut of not)
#sweetpea smut#fanfictions#patrick-smut#harry potter#oscar diaz smut#smut fanfiction#fred and george#sweet pea#jughead x y/n#riverdale#it movie#on my block
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I JUST NEED YOU Sweet Pea x Reader
Summary: On a routinary morning SP realizes all he needs is Y/N to get through the day.
Word Count: 1181
Warnings: Slight anxiety, and teen on their underwear… nothing much.
A/N: I personally love the soft side of every tough guy, so this was my soft SP, maybe some of the facts aren't exactly in order but it's a minus detail I think, I would love to hear what everyone thinks about this! Also, I'm sorry I haven't written anything in SO long, I have several stories, lined up, hope someone will be interested! And Y/F/C is for 'Your favorite cartoon"
Tags: @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba
Sweet Pea lay on his back, Y/N’s head rested on his chest, she had fallen asleep about an hour ago, the t.v. was now off but Sweet Pea`s mind felt like it was running one hundred miles per minute, it had been a couple of rough months, the black hood on the run, Hiram Lodge buying and tearing his home into pieces, facing ignorant teenagers and most grown-ups too, Fangs getting shot.
Sweet Pea felt like it was just too much like the world was closing in on them, that nothing they did could ever compete with the horrors they were facing. He wanted to keep her safe, but he wasn’t even sure of what that meant anymore. Year's ago when he decided to join the serpents it had been the first time he felt like he had some sort of control, he didn’t need to depend on his alcoholic/crazy parents, but now, he somehow felt like he went back in time.
As the night went by he somehow found himself on a numb state, tightening his grip on Y/N’s waist, he felt her sigh against his bare chest, the feeling of her body close to his he allowed himself to fall asleep, hoping that by the next morning he would be able to find a way to get the control back, to protect himself, but mostly her.
“Babe, wake up.” Sweet Pea felt Y/N’s nose nuzzling into his neck as she tried to wake him up, her words barely a whisper but he could hear the smile on her voice and a smile of his own appeared on his face.
“Shhhh, I’m sleeping.” He answered although he felt fully awake even if he had his eyes closed. He once again tightened his arms around Y/N’s body and just like last night he felt lighter, this time instead of feeling her sigh he heard her giggle and his smile widen although he refused to open his eyes, now nuzzling his face on the side of her hair and neck.
“No, you are not,” Y/N giggled once again and run her fingers through his hair softly kissing his temple, “come on, I want breakfast!” Sweet Pea popped one eye open and pulled Y/N on top of him, her legs around his waist and her face in front of him.
“And there is no way I could convince you to stay in bed with me?” He asked softly and Y/N shake her head her smile as bright as the sunshine rays filtering through the blinds of his small room.
“Oh Pea, you should know better than to get in between my food and me.” It was Sweet Pea’s time to giggle and her smile was the one to widen at the sound, she leaned down kissing him softly and for a moment Sweet Pea felt his heart stopping; it felt as if it was the first time she kissed him all over again. He remembered it as if it had been the day before. Y/N and he had been on a yelling match over a project they were “working” on but the discussion had gotten so out of hand, suddenly Sweet Pea screamed, “Why are you even yelling at me anymore?!” She glared at him and he was sure she was going to hit him so he was a bit taken aback when instead she kissed him senseless, just like she was doing right now.
He kissed her back and whined a little when she stepped back and finally jumped out of bed, fully aware that the serpent lying on the bed will shortly meet her at the kitchen.
Just as Y/N had taken everything out to make chocolate chips pancakes, she was pouring the flour and eggs, measuring the milk when she talked again. “Come on Pea, these pancakes ain’t going to do themselves.” he chuckled and denied with his head. “I don’t think so sweetheart, you were the one who wanted to eat breakfast I was perfectly fine staying in the bed all morning.” A smug smirk on his face, to be honest, he was enjoying the view of her in the kitchen wearing his matching top to the pijama pants he was wearing, with some pijama shorts of her own.
He felt the glare Y/N sent his way and chuckled again shaking his head and finally lifting his hands in surrender. “Okay, but just because we both know my pancakes, taste better.” Y/N laughed hard this time, stopping the mixing she was doing letting Pea take over as she prepared the pan with butter.
They fell in a routine like they had done this thousand of times before because they had and as the weight of that statement sinks in, Sweet Pea felt utterly happy. An hour later the pancakes were done and they took a sit on the small brown couch in front of the tv, Sweet Pea set Netflix, nothing special, just a cartoon to spent the morning at peace.
Sweet Pea was sitting on his bed, boxers on and pants on his hands, thoughts of the night before clouded his mind, how could they go to the Wyrm play a game or two of pool, tell bad jokes between them and their friends and pretend everything would be okay, that Jughead would come up with the solution, or what could he do to avoid any other of his friends or Y/N to get hurt, he got startled by Y/N getting out of the shower, a long t-shirt letting her panties and the sides of her bra show, hair a crazy tangled mess and suddenly breathing wasn't that hard and the problems waiting for them outside didn't seem as big and scary as moments ago, at that moment he knew he just wanted to stay there with her in his arms.
“Thought you'll be done Pea, everything okay?” Y/N asked him, a small furrow of her eyebrows showing the confusion and slight worry lacing her voice, he shook his head and smiled at her. “Never been better,” he said truly convinced of his words he got up and tossed his pants to the side, walking straight to her, his calloused hands holding her close by the side of her face and her waist; he kissed her softly then, a smile playing on his lips.
Once they broke apart Y/N giggled, eyes still close. “Let's stay home, watch more Y/F/C and just… let's stay home.” Sweet Pea said making Y/N look up into his eyes. “You sure you don't wanna meet the gang?” She asked slightly curious, to which Sweet Pea answered with a shake of his head. “I just want to stay here with you.”
That was the day Sweet Pea realized that even if the world was falling apart, if he had you, next to him, loving him, nothing could bring him down, cause in the end you became his anchor, you are all he needs.
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c o l d | riverdale ; sweetpea
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𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚗 - 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 / 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝
↪ summary
--- Part 2 of 2. Hours later, it's starting to sink in what's happened. Sweetpea is starting to realize that he definitely feels some kind of way...
↪ pairing / fandom
--- Blossom!Fem!Reader x Sweetpea - Riverdale.
{ Reader will be heavily characterized with red hair/brown eyes as well as personality and female parts and if I make an actual fic from this or inspired by this, she will be an OC.}
↪ warnings
--- Awkward, cute and clumsy beginning stages of... Something. Vaguest mentions of reader's home situation, which she has just left behind. Sweetpea in love because that is a warning in itself and haha the poor doofus doesn't even realize he is in love just yet either..
↪ taglist, babes
--- my taglist is [here] if you'd like to be on it. @tbmunson this would not have turned out nearly as good as it did if not for you, i luhh you bestie.
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“What the hell is she doin’ here, huh?” Fangs question draws Sweetpea out of his own thoughts and reluctantly, Sweetpea tears his eyes off of you up ahead as you stomp on the dry leaves and splash through the smaller puddles.
“She’s with me, Fogarty. Is that gonna be a problem?”
Fangs gapes up at the taller Serpent. “Come again, Pea?”
“You heard me the first time. She’s with me.. With us now.” Sweetpea is still shocked that the events of hours ago even happened so he definitely still hasn’t quite wrapped his head around his part in said events, let alone the fact that you chose to stay.
That you claim you’re in love with him and he was worth leaving everything behind and getting disowned by your family for. And the fact that he hasn’t processed everything quite yet means that he’s still skittish and he’s definitely waiting on the other shoe to drop. “Look, all I know is that for now, she’s stayin. Y’know how this is gonna go. She’ll get spooked or her boredom will be cured and she’ll go home. But she’s here for now.”
“Mhm, and how did this come about, huh? Where’d you go earlier? Because if memory serves, you left the Wyrm with Little Red too.” Fangs chuckles and nods to you as he adds in a quieter whisper, “What if you’re wrong, huh? What if she sticks around? What if she’s not like everybody else you know, man? What do you know about bein’ with somebody beyond the sexual side of it, Pea? All I’m sayin is you gotta be careful, man…” Fangs trails off, his words dying away under one of Sweetpea’s infamous silencing glares.
Sweetpea’s silencing glare might have worked on everyone else, but it wasn’t working on Fangs. Sweetpea knows this so he swears under his breath and turns his gaze back to where you are. He can see you hugging yourself as the chill in the air gets colder.
“She’s gonna freeze her ass off out here. Didn’t even think to get herself a damn jacket.” Sweetpea mumbles to himself, shaking his head. He glances up at Fangs. “I doubt she sticks around, Fogarty. Look at me, man… Do you really think she’s gonna stay the second she realizes that life isn’t all cushy and warm anymore? Because I don’t.”
“I dunno, man. She seems happier.. I mean, from what I can tell.” Fangs chuckles in amusement because he just has a feeling… Sweetpea is completely wrong about how the situation is going to turn out and he’s about to figure this out for himself.
You’re walking towards him and Fangs notices it… Sweetpea’s doing it again, the thing he always does whenever he catches sight of you in the crowd somewhere. Or when the two of you are sitting in the back of the library in town as you attempt to tutor his best friend. Because Fangs knows about the tutoring sessions and he has for a while now, he was curious about where his best friend kept disappearing to.
A black limousine pulls to a stop and Sweetpea hurries to close the distance between the two of you. The window rolls down and Cheryl Blossom looks from you to Sweetpea. Sensing potential for trouble, Fangs makes his way over, hanging in the back far enough away to seem imposing but close enough that he could hear every heated word exchanged and as soon as he realized what must have happened the night before -and the fact that apparently, Sweetpea never came back to the Wyrm because he was back at his trailer in the trailer park all alone with you, these realizations have Fangs Fogarty gaping, a hand rested at the back of his head as it settles over him.
“I’m not coming back, Cheryl.” you’re firm when you say it. You don’t have any intention to go back to your family and why should you?
It’s not like any of them cared -or bothered to get to know the real you, for that matter. Sweetpea knows more about you than any of your family ever did simply because he asked. Because he wanted to know more about you and he made an effort, even if he was only doing it at first to find things to hold over your head or taunt you and embarrass you with if he needed to do it.
Somewhere along the way, this changed.
“This is beneath you.. If you come back I’ll keep our parents off your back I promise. Just… Please.. I can’t lose you too. I can’t. I won’t.” Cheryl is begging and frantic.
You laugh quietly and shrug. “It wouldn’t matter at all if Jason weren’t dead. I’m the invisible one, or worse, I’m the mistake, remember? Now Mother doesn’t have to see me and be reminded constantly. And I can finally be happy.” as you say it, you lean into Sweetpea’s side and give him this cute little awkward smile when you look up at him. You’re hugging yourself against the cold.
“Him? Of all the boys, it’s really that one? A Serpent?” Cheryl gives Sweetpea a look of disgust.
“Yes, him.” you mumble dreamily.
And there’s something in your eyes that has Cheryl realizing that you’re not changing your mind anytime soon. And you seem happy for once, the happiest she’s ever seen you in your whole life.
“At least let me bring your belongings and visit?” Cheryl pleads. “I’ll bring some things over tonight. When Mother and Father are asleep, okay?”
You eye her warily. This entire time, Sweetpea has been tense and he nudges you to get you to look up at him. “You can change your mind. You probably proved your point, princess…”
“No. No, it’s okay. I.. I don’t wanna, okay? I really meant everything I said. I’d rather die than ever go back there, okay? I… Please don’t make me, I can’t.”
Sweetpea raises both hands and grumbles about how hard-headed you are and how reasoning with you is mission impossible as he walks away to give you a little time and space with your sister.
“You take care of her.” Cheryl’s last words before the window is rolled up on the limousine and it drives away have you laughing to yourself and shaking your head. But you’re a little flustered because now it’s really starting to sink in what you’ve done…
You’re hugging yourself as the chill in the air grows colder and for just a split second, you’re wishing that you would’ve stopped and grabbed yourself a heavier jacket. And then the coldness settling in is gone and it’s replaced by warmth. The smell of leather and cigarette smoke with stale beer mixed in and something woodsy and earthy that always makes you think of Sweetpea.
“You were shaking, red.” Sweetpea speaks up and you nod. He honestly expects you to cast the jacket off and for the reality of what you’ve done to sink in. He wants to believe that you’ll chase down the limo your sister just sped away in, but to his surprise, you smile and hug the jacket around you. But the meaning of a Serpent giving his jacket to a girl isn’t lost on you, so when you ask him a few seconds later if it means anything, Sweetpea wants to tell you the truth -that it means everything and he’s dying for a reason to believe you won’t abandon him when he’s too sullen and too moody like everyone else in his life aside from Fangs and Toni have, but he can’t say the words.
Instead, he shrugs.
“Just means that you were cold and I didn’t want to have t’ find some way to defrost you later, alright? Just wear it.”
“But what about you?”
“I’ll be fine. Guys are warmer than girls. Do you always ask this many questions, princess?” Sweetpea is still desperately trying to play tough, but you can see the look in his eyes and you know it like the back of your hand… He’s only doing it because he’s scared.
Maybe he’s as scared of you as you used to be scared of him.
The thought amuses and perplexes you until you realize why he’s scared and why he’s both close and protective and yet somehow distant and aloof all at once.
Maybe he’s afraid you’ll leave sooner or later too.
Maybe you need to show him that you’re serious and you don’t plan to go anywhere unless he wants you to.
You reach out carefully and link your fingers through his as the three of you make your way down a darkened alley to the back entrance of the Wyrm.
#sweetpea#sweetpea imagine#sweetpea fanfiction#sweetpea x female reader#sweetpea x female reader imagine#sweetpea x female reader fanfiction#<- safe for everyone. a general tag for all my safe to read works.#-> heavily characterized female reader ; female parts + hair color + eye color + personality and such ; she's nearly an OC for this fyi.#<- fall into fall 2022 writing#.... would anybody read this if I were to make it into a lil series? because i have a few ideas kicking around in my head... kinda..
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Title: The Archer Of Infamy’s, Little Minx
Pairing: Damian PriestxReader
A/n: Not requested. I had an Idea pop into my brian and well he was the first one to come to mind. Enjoy. I apologize if the ending sucks a little.
Word count: 5,554k words.
P.s. This is my first Primal/Prey pairing. I'm sorry this ended up getting quite lengthy. This may only be one part. Unless anyone would like another part. I'm not sure if I'll turn this into a short one or not.
Idea: Y/n was invited to a Halloween Bash by Rhea Ripley. So Y/n goes to a sex shop as a last resort to get something to wear for a costume since all the other store were out of costumes or didn’t have her size. When Damian sees the outfit Y/n has on it sends his mind into a world wind of thoughts. Damian had his eyes on Y/n most of the night. He was fine until he saw her dancing with Finn Balor. Oh boy does that strike the jealousy. He hated seeing anyone with her, especially Finn, cause Balor knew he had his eyes on Y/n. Finn was apart of the plan though that Rhea hatched secretly to get Damian to finally fess up to Y/n he is in love with her
Warnings: Smut, Plus size reader, 18+ ONLY, Primal/Prey, Jealous Damian, loving rough sex with Primal Daddy Damian, sex shop shopping, handcuffs, oral sex (Female receiving. Male receiving), sex outside on the balcony, degradating a little bit and some Fluff. DON'T READ IF YOU ARE NOT 18 AND UP.
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@luna-loo @braunstrowmangirl
@sweetpea-1970 @cuzimacomedian
*Third Person*
Y/n had always loved Halloween since forever. She loved the spooky season, besides it being fall. Y/n was invited to the big Halloween Bash by her good friend Rhea Ripley. Y/n was reluctant at first but Rhea has her ways to get Y/n to agree. “Yes, finally you agreed. Now the party starts at eight tonight. So please I beg you let that little devil side of yours out for a little fun.” She said, wiggling her eyebrows at Y/n. She just rolled her eyes giggling slightly. “Oh don’t think I don’t know what goes on in that head of yours. Especially everytime Damian walks by you. Oh he’s going to be there too. Just saying.” Rhea said, smirking at her friend. But Rhea knew something Y/n didn’t know about Damian Priest. Damian Priest the Archer Of Infamy is head over heels for Y/n.
One thing was for sure Y/n had always been in love with Damian since she started in the Wwe on the Raw and Nxt Brands mostly. She had become fast and quick friends with Rhea, Damian, Ruby, Liv, and Keith. Most of the superstars and divas would be there. Y/n thought about what Rhea said and she knew her friend had a point. Y/n hatched a plan thinking it was either now or never.
Y/n was on her way at her last hope to find a costume in time for the party. She walked into the largest sex shop she has ever seen before and she has been in a few sex shops. Y/n pulled out her phone and video calls Rhea. “Okay um…. Help. I can’t figure out what to wear. There are too many choices.” She pleads straightly stuck on what outfit to go with cause there’s so many of them to pick from. Rhea laughs and shakes her head knowing exactly what sex shop Y/n was at. Rhea decided to grab her keys and get in her car and drive the five minutes to the sex shop to rescue her friend in need. “I’ll be there in five minutes, hold on. Yes, I know where you are because I go there to get some stuff from there on occasion.” Rhea said as she drove, keeping her eyes on the road. “I owe you one Rhea” Y/n sighed in absolute relief. “Repay me by finally telling him how you feel. Okay I’m here where are you at in the store?” She asked him as she looked at her phone. “What if he doesn’t feel the same? Back left of the store aisle 36B.” Y/n Said to Rhea. “Okay be there in a minute” She said, hanging up without answering the question.
“Oka--- Holy shit you weren’t joking at all the choices” Rhea said looking at all the costumes on the shelves. “Okay we have exactly five hours till the party starts. Let's get to work.” Rhea said to her as she began to grab choices while Y/n grabbed accessories. After two and a half hours Y/n settled on a damn good outfit sure to catch looks and stares. Y/n hopes she can catch Damians. “Alright we have two hours for us both to get ready before we have to be there. Thankfully it is only a ten minute drive from here to the party.” She said to Rhea. “And to answer your question from earlier I have a feeling he feels the same.” is all she said on the subject.
Rhea and Y/n drive the five minutes to Rhea's house to get ready for the party. Ruby and Liv showed up early at Rhea’s house. “Where is she? Where is she?” Liv bounced up and down as the three girls stood at the bottom of the staircase waiting for Y/n to come down. “Oh my fucking god. In my opinion you’re going to have that man going feral with jealousy” Ruby said. “Yes Queen. Look at your gorgeous self.” Liv said. Y/n smiled at her friends. “I told you. Everyone sees how he is with you. If he doesn’t fucking grow a set I’m taking you.” Rhea joked on the last part as she adjusted her wig. “You haven’t noticed how he is always flirting with you or becoming protective of you?” Liv said. “Hell Liv here was the first to notice it before anyone.” Ruby said to Y/n. “I thought he was just being nice.” She said looking at them. “I’ll prove it to you. If Finn asks you to dance, say yes to him and you’ll see.” Rhea said. “Okay I’ll give it a shot” She said to her. “Wait, why specifically Finn?” She asked Rhea. “No reason. But we all know Finn likes to dance and you two are always dorks when you’re drunk and dancing.” She said half lying. She had a reason alright but she wasn’t telling Y/n why. “Well I’m too scared to ask Damian to dance and Finn is a good friend of ours and I’m comfortable enough to dance with him. Finn and I, just friends.” Y/n said. Rhea smiles and nods.
They head to the party after stopping and picking up some lollipops, chocolate, chips and drinks. Everyone was bringing something to the party. Y/n helps carry stuff into the party. “Holy fuck. Damn girls. Y’all liable to give people heart attacks” Keith said playfully as he walked up to the girls. “Oh definitely Damian is gonna cave tonight. If he doesn't, Imma fight him” He said to Ruby. Ruby nodded her head agreeing with him. “You too?” Y/n looks at Keith. “How have you not noticed it?” He asked her as he looked down at her. Y/n looks at him “I thought he was just being nice.” She said to him as she then looked between Keith and the girls. Keith chuckles and shakes his head a little.
As soon as the party got started it got more heated with music, dancing and drinking. “Hey Y/n, want to dance?” Finn asked her after walking over to her. She glanced at Rhea who gave her a nod. She set her drink down, took his hand as she walked out to the dance floor with Finn. Damian was talking with Drew and Big E about different stuff, sports, hiking, and fishing.
Big E was the first to notice Y/n dancing with Finn and where he had his hands. “So, have you asked Y/n out yet?” Drew asked after taking a glance in the direction of Big E’s glancing. Drew and a few of the other guys and divas knew what was about to take place the moment Damian saw. Damian turns his head to look at Drew as he spoke “I don’t think she has gotten the hints. What else could I do?” He said to the guys as he looked at them and raised a brow. Drew gestures to the dance floor where Y/n was and a fire was lit in his eyes when he saw the sight of Finn grinding on Y/n. Damian's jaw clenched as he watched for about a minute. “Five bucks says he knocks the fuck out of him?” Keith said to Rhea. They shook hands “I’ll raise you 20. Bet you he won’t” Liv added her own wager.
Y/n glanced at Damian and oh the look in his eyes sent a rush through her. She was about to play with fire when turns away wrapping her arms loosely around Finn's neck dancing closer to him. “Y/n do you trust me?” Finn asked her as he looked at her. “Yes, of course I do. You know I trust you.” She said, looking at him. The next song came on as they continued to dance. Finn turns them where Damian could see them both. “He’s going to kill me for this. Please forgive me.” Finn said as he grabbed her face and kissed her. Rhea and a few others watched on as Damian strides over closing the distance between them and himself, to get to Y/n. Y/n’s eyes went wide as Finn kissed her and before she could comprehend what just happened she was pulled away by Damian. Damian grabs Finn and swings on him knocking him to the ground. Finn took the hit as he stood up holding his cheek. “Bro what the hell?” Finn acts mad about it. Y/n stood between them. “Damian, stop. What did you hit him for? It was just a kiss,” she said.
Damian looks down at her eyes filled with jealousy. He grabs Y/n’s arm and pulls her outside to his motorcycle. “Damian slow down please?” She pleads with him secretly, trying not to moan at the aggression fuming off him. She had to admit she always got hot and bothered when he was fuming. Didn’t help either that her mind would wander to very dirty thoughts. She was snapped out of her thoughts by the sudden crash of his lips to hers once they were standing in front of his motorcycle. She moans into his lips kissing back. He pulls away, making her whine “Do you trust me? I won’t do anything without your consent. Your safety and well being comes first” Damian asked her as he looked down at her. Without a second thought she looks at him “Yes” She said without any hesitation in her voice. Damian helps her onto his bike and hands her a helmet after she gets on. “Hold on tight and enjoy the ride” Damian said as he started his motorcycle. Y/n wraps her legs around his torso as she holds onto him pressing against him as he begins to drive off towards the opposite direction of his home.
She recognized the way he was going though. To her surprise he didn't stop at the cabin he owns, he kept driving for about thirty-five or forty minutes. “Damian, where are we at?” Asked Y/n, as she looks up at the decent sized farm land and the beautiful renovated house. “I bought this place about a year and a half ago. Somewhere quiet, and private to unwind from traveling and touring the world.” He answered her question as he helped her off the motorcycle. She looks at the night sky for a moment before she turns to him admiring the soft features of a tough man. “Y/n?” He tilts his head down to look at her “Yes, Damian?” She said softly to him, shaking her head out of her thoughts. He thinks ‘Now or never’ he thought to himself. He took a deep breath. “What is on your mind, Damian? You can tell me anything you know.” Y/n said reassuring him it was safe to talk to her.
It surprised their friends when Y/N first joined the WWE because the moment she met Damian he was hooked on her and fell in love with her the more that they hung out with each other. Damian struggled to really trust a woman after his past relationships. He isn't the type to just sleep around. He wants to find someone to settle down with and spend the rest of his life with. Y/n is the girl he wants to spend his life with. Everyone around them knows how in-love they are with each other but they’re oblivious to how the other feels.
“I love you, Y/n. I have for a long time now. Every time we talk my day is brighter, everytime I see you I get stupidly nervous, and everytime I hear your name I find myself smiling. I don’t know what I would do without you, Princess. You keep me on my toes. Make me smile on even the worst days. You’ve been there for me even when I was at my lowest and you stayed through everything since we met. I am head over heels in love with you.” Damian said as he looked at Y/n. She smiles brightly up at him as she looks at him “I love you, Damian. I just didn’t know how to tell you cause you too, make me nervous. You always brighten my days, make me laugh when all I wanna do is cry, and I feel safe with you. I’m in love with you too.” She said, reaching up to touch his cheek softly. She finds a new found confidence and presses her lips against his.
Damian leans down and places his hands on the back of her thighs, signaling her to jump. When she did he wrapped her legs around his waist and walked towards the house. "What's your safe word or words?" He asks her as he walks her up the stairs and into the master bedroom. “Black Rose” She replied as she looked at him. She trusts Damian and knows he won’t harm her.
"Bed? Shower? Outside? Or do I have to chase you, My Dove?" He asks in her ear and growls deep, sending shivers through her spine and to her core. He sat her down on her own two feet. She thought for a second as she looked up at him. She always wanted to try the primal/prey role playing with someone. "Primal Dom?" She tilts her head with a smirk on her lips as she looks up at him. "Yes. Now, Princess, would you like to be my prey?" He asks as he takes off his shirt keeping his eyes on her. Y/n hums as she watches him walk towards her. Her eyes got dark with lust but also she wasn't gonna give in easily as the look in her eyes became mischievous "Oh Daddy are you sure you can handle me?" She asks. Damian would be lying if he said he didn't just get harder from just her words. Y/n saw the look in his eyes and it was sending a pool of heat even more through her body and down to her core. "Oh Little Minx Imma have your knees weak." He replied as he watched her inching closer to trying to get away. She swallows hard, biting her lip.
He got a sudden idea as he looked at her "Imma count of one hundred and that should give you enough time to get a good head start." He said to her, "What?" Y/n said as she looked into his eyes. "Run, Princess. 1… 2…. 3…." Damian said his words laced with a primal growl. Her heart pounded as she moaned slightly shivering. His voice always gets to her.
Without a second thought she took off out of the room and down the stairs. She was out the door and looked around thinking of which way she could go. For better traction she took off the heels she was wearing. She heard his voice slowly coming down the stairs "29…. 30….. oh Little Minx I can smell the arousal and sexual want pour off your sweet and beautiful body." Damian's voice was deep with want and need. She took off in a random direction. Y/n was letting a whole other side of her out no one has seen before.
Damian smirks to himself as he steps out the front door and takes a deep breath in smelling the air and faint smell of lavender perfume. He saw her shoes sitting on his motorcycle seat. He took his hair down. Y/n listens for his voice as she sneaks around in the woods. She could see the lights from the house but couldn't see him. That was until he turned out all the lights outside and the only light that either had was the moon shining through the trees. "98… 99…… 100. Here I come, Little Minx." He called out and then took off towards the woods. Once in the woods he started walking, and listening to his surroundings. She peaks around a tree to see if she could make anything out like a 6'5" tall, beautifully built, Puerto Rican man
She was good at sneaking around and being quiet. But Damian could always find her by just her sweet smell even when she was trying to cover it up. Damian listens as he calls out "oh Little Minx wait until i find you."
Y/n listens to his words as she carefully sneaks through the woods as quiet as she could. She accidently stepped on a twig. 'fuck' she mumbles to herself. Damian lips curled into a smirk as he walks towards the sound. "Oh Princess, I heard that. Mmmm I'm getting closer to you." He said loudly. She swallows hard and decides to make a run for it towards the house. Damian let out a deep growl when he heard her take off running. He had gotten close to her. "Catch me if you can, Daddy." She called out as she could see the front door was open like he left it.
Damian took off into a Sprint after her. "Just wait Princess." He said as he started to catch up to her. But Y/N, being Y/N; she had a plan as she made a b-line for the barn and climbed up the ladder after hitting the lights inside the barn. "Oh Princess, I know you're in here. I can smell your sweet Lavender perfume, mixed with your sweet arousal." Damian calls out once he is inside the dark barn. He knew it well enough to know where the second switch was. "I haven't even touched you yet and you're soaked I bet" he hums after turning the switch on. Y/n, snuck quietly to the open barn windows after tying one end of a rope to a pole and tossing the other half out the window.
Damian climbs the ladder and looks around. "Oh Little Minx!" He calls out to her as he looks around until he spots the rope. He chuckles to himself as he climbs down the same rope and looks towards the house seeing her figure running into the house. Y/n turns out lights in the house to give her time to hide so he didn't see what part of the house she was in. She strips down to nothing but her soft silk bra and panties. She hid on the back porch after she finished stripping off the dress and stockings. She carefully sat on the swing and props her legs up and open. She listened as Damian's footsteps got closer and closer. She bites her lip and covers her mouth to stifle a small moan that is trying to escape from her lips as she listens to his heavy growling as he gets closer to her.
Her core ached for friction or something. Y/n's hand travels down her body and in her panties dipping her fingers into her slick soaked core and slowly circling her fingers against her throbbing bundle of nerves. Her small pants turned into whimpers after she picked up the pace. Damian hears panting the closer he gets to her. He quieted his footsteps so she couldn't hear him getting closer. The smell of her slick drove him crazy. He could hear it in her voice that she was getting close. He quietly walks over and tears her panties off in one clean rip and snatches her hand away from her now throbbing core. She whimpers and squirms a little at the loss of friction on her aching bundle of nerves. His cock was straining against the pants he was wearing.
"I caught you my Little Minx." He hummed as he bent down. His lips meer inches away from her ear. "Daddy please!?" She said a slight attitude in her tone as she huffs and crosses her arms. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder and walked into the house and towards the stairs. "Imma fuck the attitude out of you. You're mine!" He said, giving her ass a slap as he took her upstairs. Her core aches more now as she moans at the slap to her ass.
He threw her onto the bed carefully so that she didn't fall off the bed and get hurt. "What are you going to do about it Daddy?" She asked as she sat on her knees looking up at him as she tossed her bra off to the side, leaving her now fully bare skinned on the bed. He grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss, slipping his hand down to grab her ass.
He smirks into the kiss as he grabs her hair lightly pulling her head back and attaching his lips to her neck sucking and nipping making her moan. Y/N, bites her lip as he sucks at her neck. She reached down with a little more confidence and palmed his already hard erection. He growls breathily in his chest as his hips bucked into her hand while he was leaving a very evident mark on her neck that she'd have a hell of a time covering up.
Damian steps back and strips off his clothes, her eyes glued to his until he drops his boxers. He was thicker than she thought. "Imma take my time with you Princess." He said to her, pinning her to the bed and hovering over her. "Are you sure about this?" He asked one more time before he went any further. "Yes. I wouldn't have stripped naked for you if I wasn't sure" Y/n, said to him.
That's all Damian needed to hear as he pins her to the bed and whispers in her ear "I hope you don't have plans tomorrow." Y/n shivers as she replies back to his words "Nope, no plans." She looks up at him.
Damian licks his lips before he starts kissing her body, down the valley of her breasts, to her stomach, and finally where she ached for him more her cunt. He looks up at her "May I?" He asks her. She opens her legs more "Yes, Daddy" she said to him. He growls as he licks a strip between her folds, to her throbbing clit. The gasps and moans coming from her fuels Damian as he eats her out.
Y/n's hands went to his hair as she rocks her hips. Her chest rising and falling with little pants from pleasure while he was circling his tongue around her clit. "D-daddy I'm need—" before she could finish what she was saying her thighs clamped around his head as she came on his face her toes curled and her body trembled as her first orgasm shoot through her faster and holy fuck she'd be lying to herself if she said this wasn't the best oral sex she's had.
Her panting got quicker as her thighs shook the more he kept going. "You like that Princess?" He looks up at her as he watches her come down from her first orgasm. He was enjoying the beautiful moans coming from her mouth as he worked her up to her second orgasm of the night. "After this I'm going to fuck you, Princess." He said, wrapping his lips around her clit again, her hands gripping his hair. "Oh please, Daddy. Fuck." Y/n moans out her mouth fell open as soft moans and whines of pleasure fell from her soft lips.
"That's it, moaning for me turns me on more. Keep it up" He praised her as he teases her clit before wrapping his lips around her again. She whimpers softly as she shivers when she is praised. "Oh you have a praising kink my Little Minx?" He hums, sinking his head back down and switching between suck, licking and finger, Y/n. "That's it Baby. You like that? Such a good girl." He said as his fingers curled into the right spot he was looking for. He knew he found the g-spot by just the way she arched off the bed and her thighs quake as she pants. "Fuck. O-o-oh shit. I'm go—" before Y/n could even finish the sentence she was gonna say she was coming on his fingers and face again. He sucks and licks her clean. "Ohhhh Daddy fuck!!!!" She yells out in pleasure.
"Shit." She pants as Damian crawls up the bed kissing her. She moans slightly bothered by the taste of herself on his lips. He slips his tongue into her mouth. "Mmmm. Daddy" she moans rolling her hips up against his already throbbing cock. "Why do you bend me over and fuck me on the balcony, underneath the moon light?" Y/n challenges Damian as rocks her hips teasing him. His hand went to her throat and squeezed slightly as a deep growl that emitted from his chest and into Y/n's ear, had her core throbbing.
Damian kisses her lips making her moan. He pulls away, making her whine when he gets off the bed. "Little Minx, come here" he beckons for her to come here after he opens the balcony door. The cool crisp air made her shiver as she stood up. It felt nice against her hot skin. She walks over and kneels Infront of him. She took the sight of him in as she leaned forward and took his cock in her hand, licking the tip before taking him in her mouth. His head fell back for a second as he placed a hand in her hair and lightly pulled it. Damian looks down at her and fuck the sight was about to drive him berserk. Oh he was loving the sight of Y/n on her knees and mouth wrapped around his cock and her bobbing her head and every now and again deeping throating him.
"Shit Princess. Look at you being a good girl for Daddy." He said, rocking his hips in and out of her mouth as he groaned. His eyes meet hers as he looks down into her beautiful (eye color). "Fuck look at you." Damian said to Y/n. The moans that fell from her lips as she sucked on his member drove him mad with pleasure.
It was hard for him not to spill into her mouth. But she was making it so, fucking difficult. "Mmmm Daddy. I feel you twitching in my mouth already." She moans as his hand grips her hair a bit tighter. He pulls out her mouth. The little bit of spit string from his dick to her mouth was a beautiful sight. He looked at her for a moment before helping her up. He grabs her throat and kisses her, walking her to the banister. "Turn around and bend over." He growls against her lips making her moan and whimper in excitement. She did as she was asked and even spread her legs far enough apart so when she bent over it gave him a good view of her soaked core.
He stood behind her and grabbed his cock leading it to her already soaked pussy. He ran his cock up and down between her folds and oh it felt good to both of them. "If it hurts, tell me and I will stop. If at any time you change your mind, tell me and I will stop. You hear me?" Damian said to her. She nods and smiles at his worry for her. "I promise I will," she said softly. "Thank you." He said.
He began to push his head into her entrance as he went slowly. She gasps softly feeling the stretch. And oh it felt amazing. "You feel amazing," he purrs in her ear. "You feel wonderful, yourself." She said as she looked back at him. She smirks slightly before arching her ass up in the air a little more as she pushes back slowly while his cock stretches her deliciously.
The growl that left his lips made her core throb. She bites her lips "fuck." He groans out as he rolls his hips forward and his cock is now fully filling her pussy. "Oh shit." She moans at the movement of his hips. She knew he had good hip movement but damn she didn't know it was this good or intoxicating.
After she had adjusted to his girth she started to move her hips more. "Look at you being a good little slut." He said smacking her ass as he began to thrust holding her hips. She moans "Only for you." Y/n moans out as she pushes her hips back against his. Damian grabs her hair tugging it lightly. "Good. You belong to me now, Little Minx." He says to her in her ear, after he pulls her up right against her chest and wraps an arm around her chest to hold her.
Damian grabs her chin firmly and turns her head so he can kiss her lips, while his hips get faster and smacks against her ass while he kisses her. The pleasure was intense, his touches, and kissing and the best fucking sex she is getting made her mind go dizzy as her moans were now being swallowed into Damian's mouth. She gasps when he changes the angle of his hips. He was now directly hiring the bundle of nerves inside her core, and she was seeing stars. "Shit Daddy. Fuck there… oh fuck don't stop." She begs as her hands lock together behind his head. " Good girl. Feel the pleasure. Focus on that. But don't cum till I say." His arm around her chest held her, as his other free hand was now toying and teasing her clit. Y/n, damn nearly passes out from the amount of pleasure she was getting from him.
Y/n moans out in pleasure as she could feel him hitting the one spot that made her thighs shake the closer she got to her second orgasm. "I want you to cum with me, Princess. I wanna feel you cum around my cock" he said to her in her ear. "Shit fuck oh God I'm close" she moans her walls tightening around his throbbing cock. He rubbed her clit in circles. Her eyes rolled back as her nails dug into his skin. "Cum" he said demandingly in her ear. "Daddy!!!" She screams out in pleasure arching her back off his chest a little. A few more quick thrusts and Damian was filling her pussy with his hot seed.
Damian took her to the bed and laid her down after pulling out. He cleans her up and then himself. He grabs some Tylenol and hands her some water. Y/n takes the Tylenol and lays down. He grabs lotion and rolls her to her stomach. He rubs lotion on her back and shoulders. "Mmm that feels amazing." She said, to Damian. "You know I meant it when I said I love you?" She said to him, "I do. And I meant it too when I said I love you." Damian said after wiping his hands off, turning the lights out and laying down next to her. "Will you be my girl officially and finally?" He asks, getting serious. "Yes, I will." She said not hesitating for a second. She already knew her answer.
He pulled her to lay on his chest as he kissed her lips softly rubbing soft circles on her back. Y/n kissed back as she smiles and hums softly. She lays her head over his heart and hums softly. They soon fell asleep listening to each other's breathing and heart beats.
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Oooo rating your moots as family memebers ;)
OOOOOH BOI
LETS GO
@wiphur-writes is definitely the gay cousin that I give fistbumps and high fives to under the dinner table at a very political family Thanksgiving
@welcome-to-paradise also a gay cousin, but has the hot dad bod energy ngl
@exi-stencil-ism more like the neighbor across the street that you'll come up with a secret code to talk to out of boredom but then it turns into an unbreakable bond
@ribbit-was-here definitely a sugar crazed youngster. Kinda just shows up. We don't know who they belong too, they're just kinda here /aff
@talkedjupiter78 the artsy fuck (/aff) that keeps to themself and lives downtown in a fancy apartment. Has the best music taste and gives the best handmade presents durring their one visit a year at Christmas
@the-hearteater the crazy, forgettable aunt that looks around for her glasses when their really on her head. Trys to keep up with memes but mostly ends up getting distracted by other things. Like a wine aunt but not quite
@om3ga-but-sfw definitely the mysterious older sibling out of, like, a litter of eight. Not the complete oldest, maybe the second. Has great jokes and talks in a distinguishable southern accent
@peachiemilkytea the mom. No I will not elaborate. All you have to do is talk to her and you'll see what I mean
@sapnap-nursey the dilf. Period
@sleepycreampuff the family friend that hangs out, is always polite to the adults, and exchanges memes/tiktoks with the kids. 10/10 coming back over again
@sqermygeco back to the gay cousin arg. Most certainly draws on napkins at dinner and eats the quickest. I don't know why but I get those vibes
@sorry-sweetpea is the little kid of Exi. Also a neighbor across the street that you occasionally have fun shit with
@stevelaacy the fanfiction dealer of the family. No more context will be added
@driverpicksthe-music older sibling that can and will cook Mac n cheese for you when you're feeling down
@divine--serenity an aunt that talks trash about celebrities in front of her five year old nieces and nephews before giving them craft sets from hobby lobby
@friedsharkface big brother who gets beat up by his younger siblings. Mostly me. Actually it's all me. And then we share vine references and quotes while watching Disney movies with Jane
@hunneiuwu the uwu family member. That is all
@jeeblie an older cousin who has all the muscles and never grew out of their dino phaze
@cocasoula YEAHHHH MY BESTIE WHO IS THE EQUIVALENT OF THE "they asked for no pickles" MEME
@cosmicisbored my homie who I have a secret handshake with and get high on scented markers together
@mapleklap the older sis who wears bucket hats and other crazy fashion choices. Everyone thinks she works at hot topic and she probably has at some point
#please excuse typos#i have so many moots this took for fucking ever#jesus i hope i didnt forget anyone
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scaramouche 1, 2, 20, 23 ?
1. My first impression of them
watched Unreconciled Stars on youtube and the moment he walked on i was like. this guy looks cool. he seems really friendly and he has a cool hat and wears shorts. i like this fella. he's neat :) nice guy, very polite
2. When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you've sent me a character I don't like)
so the scene where he reveals that he's a harbinger in unreconciled stars really did something to my brain. the thing about me is that if you give me a cast of kindly sweetpeas and then throw a single radged evil motherfucker into the mix, i will be pulled into the radged one’s orbit like a space station into a black hole. maybe it’s about the contrast. i don’t know. i like conflict in my blorbos. give me lots of friendly faces and one that’s like >8) and i will start foaming at the mouth apparently
20. A weird headcanon
scaramouche has an empty hammerspace-type hole in his chest that you can’t see with the naked eye but it’s like, how ei/raiden pulls the sword out of her chest? he’s supposed to have a gnosis in there. it is basically all he thinks about 24/7 and over time it has started to drive him off the deep end. i think maybe he’s had a delusion in there and it’s like putting a round peg in a square hole, like yeah the hammerspace had something similar in it but it was the wrong shape. scaramouche has 80% brainpower focused on life in general and 20% constantly reserved for thinking “ don’t have a gnosis. don’t have a gnosis” though at this point it seems like he’s got the gnosis in his possession so i guess this hc is only good for retrospective fanfiction. i just think it’d be neat if being crafted for a specific purpose and then having that purpose immediately unfulfilled because ei was like “hmm no actually i changed my mind i don’t think i will use my custom-built iphone case to house my iphone after all” helped to make him his current tier of bonkers
23. Future headcanon
i think it should go like this: he finds out that fulfilling the purpose he was intended for actually doesn’t fix anything for him, or else the gnosis is confiscated back off him after an encounter with the traveller and/or ei. scaramouche has an angry mental breakdown-turned-crying-sesh in front of the traveller. the traveller extends a laurel. scaramouche starts from square one in the How To Find Purpose In Life As An Autonomous Person handbook. he is still kind of an asshole on purpose but it’s because that’s his personality now and not because he’s being driven to partial madness by fatui and gnosis related affairs. scaramouche becomes part of the scooby gang. most characters have negative voicelines about him. he has negative voicelines about everyone. domestication arc begins here
(askmeme source)
#gm no6#gm does teyvat#gmask#i am being extremely normal about scaramouche i am NOT ripping up the carpet with my teeth i am calm and i like him a normal amount.#ty for the ask!
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💌, 💞, 😭
💌 A fic that inspired you to create something for it:
Looking Glass by @feynites (I don't think they use tumblr anymore but they got one).
This fic I've been reading for so fucking long. Like literally years. It has not been updated since 2016 and I do not care.
It is some of the best time travel fanfiction I've ever read, and was a huge inspo for Timeless. The amount of world building, actually fun OC characters (Curiosity and Uthvir are amazing!), it's just all so fucking incredible.
💞 A fic that led to you making friends with the author
Come Morning by @chickenparm
hey sweetpea uwu, -twirls my hair in a totally sexy way- wanna beta read each other's chapters for our respective fics? And now here we are almost... five months later? dang what we doing for our six month chicken? wanna collab? wanna kiss? wanna run off and get married cause I'm pregnant and you're the father? oh you need some smokes? okay, hurry back though we gotta blow up the tristate area for the gender reveal.
😭 A fic that ripped your heart out (but it hurt so good)
No Where Else by @of-the-argonath
wtf man
#seriously#wtf man#same with votary too#wtf#Come Morning is actually my fave chicken fic just due to the emotions attached#it's also like amazingly good so you should read it but like#damn it this was our first beta stuff exchange#also i will never shut up about looking glass#don't ask me to shut up about looking glass#it hasn't been updated since 2016#I'm still re-reading it every few months#sweaty asks#its a me sweaty
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