#plus size reader sweet pea

[straberrycore]

Heatwave

Sweet Pea x Chubby!Reader

Setting: Southside Serpent beach bonfire party

Rating: Spicy (suggestive, steamy tension, no full-on smut)

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The sun was dipping low, bleeding orange and gold across the crashing waves, casting a hazy glow over the sand and the bodies stretched out on blankets and driftwood logs.

The Serpents had taken over the southside beach for the night—loud music, open flames, and Sweet Pea looking like a damn dream in a loose tank and board shorts.

You tugged at the edge of your swimsuit cover-up as you walked down to the fire. The heat from the sun had nothing on the fire licking up your neck when you spotted Sweet Pea already watching you.

His tongue flicked across his lip, slow and teasing. “You finally showed,” he called out, walking toward you with his beer in hand and his grin wider than the ocean. “I was starting to think I’d have to go swimming alone.” “You’d survive,” you said, raising a brow.

He stepped closer, letting his eyes roam—shamelessly, hungrily. “Yeah, but it wouldn’t be nearly as fun without you.” You blushed, but rolled your eyes to cover it. “Charm turned all the way up tonight, huh?” He leaned in, murmuring just beside your ear.

“Only when it’s hot out and you’re looking like that.” Your breath hitched. His fingers brushed your waist lightly—enough to tease, not enough to satisfy.

You were hyper aware of every soft curve and stretch mark under your cover-up, but Sweet Pea? He looked at you like you were the only thing that existed. “Come on,” he said suddenly, tugging your hand. “Water’s warm.”

“You just want to see me soaked,” you teased. He smirked. “Damn right I do.” You let him pull you toward the water, laughing as the surf lapped at your feet. The breeze picked up, cool against your heated skin.

Sweet Pea came up behind you, strong arms wrapping around your waist, holding you tight against him. His voice dropped, rough and low in your ear. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” Your heart stuttered. You could feel him pressed to your back, all heat and tension.

“Sweet Pea—” “I love this body,” he said firmly, hands sliding over your hips like he was trying to memorize every inch. “Soft, thick, warm. Mine.” Your pulse jumped as his lips found your neck, slow kisses trailing heat straight to your core.

“Someone might see,” you whispered, though you made no effort to move away. “Let them,” he growled against your skin. “I want them to know who you belong to.”

Later, you sat curled beside the fire, legs tucked under you on a driftwood log. The glow from the flames made everything feel golden and unreal, the sound of waves crashing a soft soundtrack under the music.

Sweet Pea had stepped away to grab drinks. He’d been gone maybe five minutes when someone else sat next to you—Trevor, a newer Serpent with a cocky smile and a bad habit of pushing boundaries. “You look good tonight,” he said, tipping his red Solo cup toward you. “Thanks,” you replied cautiously, not quite meeting his eyes.

You weren’t the best at reading guys like him. He leaned a little too close. “Surprised you’re with Sweet Pea. Didn’t think he was into curves like yours.” You blinked, sharp and stunned. “Excuse me?”

Trevor chuckled like it was funny, taking another swig. “I mean, no offense. Just didn’t think he had the confidence to handle all that.” Before you could shut him down yourself, a shadow loomed behind him—and then Sweet Pea’s hand landed on Trevor’s shoulder, fingers digging in.

“You wanna say that again?” Sweet Pea said, voice calm but dangerous. Trevor turned, laughing nervously. “Relax, man. Just talking.”

Sweet Pea yanked him up so fast his cup spilled, booze splashing into the sand. “You talk about her like that again, you’ll be chewing through a straw for a week.”

The crowd around the fire hushed, half of them already pulling out phones just in case a fight broke loose. Trevor held up his hands. “Damn. Alright. Sorry.”

“Not to me,” Sweet Pea growled. “To her.” Trevor glanced at you, eyes darting, embarrassed. “Sorry.” “Louder,” Sweet Pea barked. “I said I’m sorry,” Trevor repeated, louder now.

Then he stormed off, muttering something under his breath. Sweet Pea turned to you, jaw still tight, hands still clenched. “You okay?” You nodded slowly, standing up to meet him. “You didn’t have to—”

“Yes, I did.” His voice cracked a little with the firelight, low and rough. “Nobody talks about you like that. Ever.” You reached up, touching his face gently.

“You really gonna throw down for me at every bonfire?” Sweet Pea grinned, leaning his forehead to yours. “Every single one. Especially when you’re looking like a goddess and idiots don’t know how to act.” You laughed softly, heart thumping.

Then he pulled you close—arms around your waist, lips brushing just behind your ear “Next time someone even thinks about disrespecting you, they’re getting buried in that sand.”

You smirked. “Romantic.” He kissed you like a storm—rough and sweet, fast and full of meaning.

And as the music kicked back up and people started whispering about the fight, you sat back down with him, letting his arm drape over you like a shield. Like a promise.

Just when the music started climbing again and Sweet Pea was leaning in to whisper something that made your stomach flutter, the sound of tires crunching on gravel and a sudden whoop-whoop of a siren shattered everything. “Shit,” someone hissed.

Flashlights swept across the sand. Southside kids scattered in every direction, drinks tossed, blankets flying.

You grabbed Sweet Pea’s hand out of instinct, but you didn’t even make it two steps before a voice called out:

“[Y/N] [Last Name]!” You froze. So did Sweet Pea. One of the two officers storming toward the crowd was Officer Kelly—a friend of your mom’s, and someone who’d known you since you were little. “Oh, fuck,” you whispered. She gave you a hard look. “You’re coming with me.”

The car ride was awkward and silent—until Officer Kelly muttered, “You’re lucky I found you first. I should be taking him in.”

Sweet Pea stiffened beside you in the back seat, but didn’t say a word. His jaw was clenched, arms folded tight across his chest. You touched his hand under the seat, a silent “It’s okay,” but it wasn’t really.

When the car pulled into your driveway, your stomach dropped. Porch light blazing. Curtains twitching. And then—

Your mom stepped out onto the porch, arms crossed, bathrobe cinched like she was about to go to war. “You,” she said to you, voice sharp.

“Inside. Now.” Her eyes shifted to Sweet Pea, and they narrowed like a scalpel. “And you… I knew it. You’re one of them.” Sweet Pea exhaled through his nose, trying to stay cool. “Evening, ma’am.” Officer Kelly cleared her throat behind you.

“No arrests tonight. Just wanted to make sure your daughter got home safe.” “She wouldn’t need saving if she weren’t hanging around gang members.” Your mom’s voice cracked with venom. You froze halfway up the porch. “Mom—”

“No. We’re not doing this. Not tonight. I’ve seen what Serpents do. I’ve patched up too many kids at the clinic to pretend he’s not dangerous.”

Sweet Pea stepped up behind you, taller than both of you, but trying hard to stay calm. “I’d never let anything happen to her.” Your mom scoffed.

“No? You think dragging her to a beach full of drunk teenagers and running from the cops is safe?” “She wasn’t drinking. I was watching her the whole time.” “Oh, so you’re babysitting now?” Sweet Pea’s jaw ticked, but he didn’t back down.

“No. I’m her boyfriend.” The words dropped like a bomb. Your mom blinked. “Not anymore.” You gasped. “Mom!” “I won’t let you throw your life away on someone who’s just gonna end up in jail or worse. And you—” she pointed at Sweet Pea—“You’ll stay away from my daughter.”

Sweet Pea’s eyes burned—not with rage, but something closer to heartbreak. Still, he nodded, jaw clenched, eyes locked on you. “Fine,” he said quietly.

“But just so you know… I’d go to jail a hundred times before I’d ever hurt her.” Then he turned and walked back down the driveway. You stood frozen, fists clenched at your sides, watching him disappear into the dark.

[cxce15]

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Part 3

[thesecretcornerintheroom]

Thank You For Asking Me 💌

Pairing: Sammie x Black plus size female reader

Warnings: 🔞 Rated R for sure 18+, Eating out, Fingering,

Word count: 1,355

The plot: Sammie wants to take y/n away from her problems…and eat a meal

I was sitting on top of the convenience store roof, hiding, drinking a soda, and eating fresh raisin bread, trying to collect my thoughts. “If you're hungry, you can stop by the house. Momma's making rabbit stew tonight”. I looked towards the warm, deep voice. It was Sammie climbing up the stairs. He sat next to me on the roof. It was quiet for a minute. He cleared his throat, and “Tommie Joe told me what happened”, his deep voice laced with concern. I looked at him, took a swig of my soda, and passed it to him. I’ve known him since we were kids. We grew up together. His folks and mine would come to each other's houses for Sunday dinner.

“He didn’t even ask to kiss me,” I said, my voice tight. “As a woman, no one asks you what you want. They tell you When your supposed get up to go to the field, you're told to make food for your siblings and parents, who to marry, when to marry, and how many kids you have to push out” I said, my voice getting tighter. I could feel my body getting hot. Fustration runing through my body as tears drop from my eyes. Sammy looked at me, his face concerned, hanging onto my every word. “The one thing I can decide, I said for right now until they forced me to marry, is how long I want my body to be left alone”.

The salty tears fell to my lips as they ran down my cheeks. “They are forcing you to marry.” his voice was already deep, now hollow as he leaned into me more, his head on the steps. “To who” he asked voice this as molasses his eyebrows screwed an anchor. “Mr.Swindle,” I said, getting it out. “Why in the hell would they do that? Swindle a man twice your age, who lives past the country line?”. He looked at me. “Oh sweet pea you know I raised a beautiful girl with a blessed face but a figure like yours too round and plump to have your pick own pick of the litter, you should marry Mr. Swindell he got all that oil and I heard it’s endless you’ll be taken care of and you can send some money down this way” I imitated my momma voice tears feel from my eyes as i rembrred the comment she told me last Sunday before church. The Mississippi air already felt thick, but now it was burning.

My walls were closing in on me. “They have already started packing my stuff,” I sobbed. I lifted my hands to cover my eyes. I felt his arms wrap around my shoulders; he embraced me. I cried in his arms; Time stood still in his arms. I wasn’t y/n a strong woman who takes care of 5 of her younger siblings and has a voice as mighty as her mouth. I was y/n, just a complicated woman in his arms. I rose from his shoulder, my eyes closed as a tear rolled down my cheek, his hand rubbed soothing circles on my back. His hand rose from my back, which was wider in frame, and passed slowly from the back of my neck, goosebumps raised on my skin. The touch slowly went from comforting to something else that made me feel warm. He wiped the tears from my cheeks. I opened my eyes and looked at him. he was so beautiful, his dark skin seemed glowing under the setting sun, his lips looked soft to the touch. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice smooth as it possibly can be. I nodded yes as he rubbed my cheek, afraid my voice would give me away. He leaned in, his soft lips touched mine, and a rhythm was created where we danced. I felt the heat rise as Jim shifted closer to me. He nipped at my bottom lip, causing me to sigh. My hands touched his neck to bring him closer to mine, causing him to grunt. His hand snaked behind my head as he gently tugged at my hair, causing me to moan. My back was now on the floor; he was leaning over me, kissing me. “Come with me,” he said, his lips more pink, swollen.

There’s a town where I heard there are all black people, and they're free. He said, searching my eyes. “I wanna leave tonight after the juke joint. I've got enough money to hold us down for a couple of months, and if I can’t get a gig, I’ll do the railroads”. He said his rushed words tumbling out of his mouth, his deep voice, soft and eager. He wanted me to understand he’s doing this not just for him but for us. My hand went to his face, his eyes zoning in on mine. “I would rather run away with someone who’s had my heart since I was a little girl than move across the country lines”. I said my voice raspy, brought him down to my lips, and felt him again. My hand went from his face as I kissed him feverishly, my fingers dragged down his body to his print, and my hands disappeared in his pants. He bit out a moan “oh fuck y/n”. His hips started to move as he stroked his member in my hands.” Thank you for asking me”. I said he moaned into my mouth, his hips becoming faster and faster. He lowers himself on me, more of his weight now on my body, his teeth grazed my neck, causing me to yelp. “Soon as we get out of this town I’m writing my name all over your body” his said as he lightly sucked on my collarbone causing me to moan. He snatched my hands out of his pants “you gone have me tierd before the show tonight girl” he said looking at cum on my hands his tounge swiped my palm to clean it up. He went to kiss me, and he placed his hands above my hands.

He lowered himself. Idk how it happened how my dress was unbutton and my titties where spilling out my bra or how my dresses scrunched up to my hips or how his face was in between my legs with my black panties in his. Idk how it happens, but I was getting eaten out on a roof. “You taste so good, baby,” he growled. My eyes was closed I was imaging everything I was feeling I was realsing breathy moans as I caressed the back of his hair his tongue was hitting clit Repeatingly causing me to moan I could her myself I was so wet and stick his young was so working over time my brain hazy oh god I moans as my hips rose he was sucking on my clit I could feel the wetness gather on my thighs has rough hands holding my hips down A he moaned the vibration feeling so good. “Come on baby give me it he said as he sucked again” my sight became blurry. He moaned his mouth still working on my clit as his finger hit inside of me he had his dinger curved as he went in at ungodly speed “oh fuck sammie” I cried out for him to be a preacher boy he sure don’t act holy. The outside was swirling with my moans from natural chatter in the town to the cars driving by, and workers working my moans were lost, but I could hear them, and so could they. He kept eating away at me endlessly like a starving man. I felt my hips starting to tighten as they rose my breath becoming strained “Sammie Sammie” I felt the release my cum dripping from In between me my brain was hazy. As my eyes opened to the sky “AHH I yelped” as Sammie rose with a smile his face mouth glistening “did you just bite my ass” I let out a giggle.

[nerdieforpedro]

Fare Well

For @wannab-urs Hozier Song Drabble Challenge

Dieter Bravo x plus size female reader (Sweet Pea)

This fic is for those 18+ MDNI

Word Count: about 1.8k (Yeah so…I went past Drabble 👀)

Summary: Dieter has been working so hard. He still has an issue that might be because of his mind. What can he do about it? Do anything else.

Warnings: unhealthy coping, sexual dysfunction, sex work, teasing, pet names, sexual activity (actual and implied I think? I should know. 🙃)

Notes: I listened to this song 5 times in a row because I didn’t really listen to Hozier (now I do). The color this fic is purple or violet, whichever you wanna say it. 💜 I bolded lyrics I was able to put in the fic. 🤗 Thanks to Gin for giving me two Dieter fics to write back to back. ☺️ That little trash panda is always so giving.

Main Masterlist / Dieter Bravo Masterlist / Writing Challenge

Tapping his foot on his hardwood floors, Dieter Bravo is in an all too familiar place. He’s been purposely busy. Keeping occupied except for when he’s completely exhausted has kept him out of trouble, even in the tabloids. People are saying he’s changed for the better. He knows he’s keeping clean, keeping in the straight and narrow.

Bravo has run into a snag on his progress.

The last few paintings had done well in gallery showing, even selling for double than asking price, his last movie was well reviewed. These are both very good things, wonderful. He’s happy, proud even. Bravo is having plenty of sex, mountains of it. In his head. Reality has played out much differently. All this work he’s doing, he hasn’t been able to chase a different high. One he’s used to replace the drugs. It wasn’t that he couldn’t find people to have sex with. He’s been more careful about it, not something he’s been concerned about prior to his new leaf. In doing so, acts he’d normally attempt weight more heavily on his mind and keep little Dee from swelling when needed. Bravo knows the rumor that might be going around but it’s not true! Since his mind is clearer, he actually thinks about who he’s having sex with more and little D isn’t always on board. You know, one of those words his therapist mentioned – cognitive dissonance except it’s happening with his partner in pleasure little D. Big D when he’s feeling in the mood.

He knows he could just go to one of those discreate clubs, seek his needs out there, but he always assumed he wouldn’t need one. The Oscar Winner keeps looking for different projects, in his studio trying out new paints, trying to learn the saxophone (it was a bad idea, but sounded great at three in the morning when he called his assistant and told him what to buy), he then went to a spin class and damn near passed out after fifteen minutes and tried a cooking class but was kicked out for causing an oil fire.

Nothing was working so he called and asked to stop by, check the place out. The owner of course said that was fine – he’s Dieter Bravo, they’d love to have him. Dieter told the owner,

“I’ll take any high. Any glazin’ of the eyes. Any solitary pleasure that masks my sorrow. No drugs though, I’m not willing to backslide over it.”

The owner said they understood and had the perfect person for him.

So now Dieter waits in this room. It’s an array of different purples well violets since this is a more classy place. He wanted to undress to his boxers but was told by the front desk to leave them on. He did remove his shoes, socks and jacket, but otherwise he’s dressed. Simple black slacks and a white button-down shirt that had bellowing sleeves with a deep v-cut exposing his chest down to his sternum. He felt like dressing up a bit but still kept it simple, most of the clientele were in suits and dresses that Dieter saw. Soft guitar music played in the background, he closed his eyes as he waited curious who they might have matched him with based on what he asked for.

Dieter heard the clicking of heels first. Then smelled a deep woodsy fragrance, it approached slowly, matching the pace of the heels. They stopped in front of him and he caught hints of citrus and a flower. Using his aquiline nose to sniff closer to the source, feeling body heat radiating from whoever was in front of him. “It’s faint but you smell like a sweet pea.” He released a deep breath he’d been building from taking in and trying to identify the different components of their scent.

“Welcome Mr. Bravo. I hope my fragrance invokes pleasant memories. I’m told you want to rid yourself of sorrow. Correct?” The voice embraced him as soft fingers coiled around his neck, thumbs pressing into his chin.

“Yes, please. I need to forget, just for a bit. Then I might be able to get my body to function properly. Everything is fine, great even.” He kept his eyes closed and he felt them. Lips on his forehead, warm and plush. They lingered, “Can I touch you, please?” No answer was given as hands left his neck and were placed on each side of a torso. His palms roamed slowly tracing the lace that wrapped the body he had in his hands.

The lips left his forehead and he was tempted to reach for them, but kept his eyes closed, he would wait, trying to keep his breathing even. “Is this alright Mr. Bravo or do you want someone who might-“Dieter wildly shook his head.

“Don’t you go anywhere Sweet Pea. Stay right here with me. Just like this. Maybe more. Can I look at you?” He pulled the body toward him, sniffing more. “Call me Dieter. Mr. Bravo is the one having issues with his little D.” He made himself chuckle knowing what a stupid joke it was. Fingertips graced his cheek and tipped his chin upward.

“Look at me Dieter. How do you want me to drown your sorrows tonight? I usually go by Violet due to the room, but I like Sweet Pea when you say it. It makes me sound cute.” The giggle from this celestial being has Dieter wondering if she’ll still giggle if he’s buried between her legs. He wouldn’t need to come up for air, just search for what would be his reward: her moans and his tongue squeezed by her pelvic muscles. His palms ran around to her back, feeling the different rolls of her body.

“I want to see if I’m going to go into a coma from drowning in your nectar Sweet Pea. Can I be your first casualty? If I was going to go, I’d want to be surrounded by thick thighs and a woman’s cries I offer her.” Slipping her left heel off, Sweet Pea places her leg on the bed beside Dieter’s right leg. His hand slowly makes its way across the curve of her wide ass to her thigh, his large fingers dipping into the small holes of the fishnets, tugging on them. “Let me show you gorgeous.”

Smiling, Sweet Pea gives his lips a quick peck before bending to reach between his legs, “Seems just the thought is enough Dieter. Why come to me? I’m sure you’ve got many offers, especially if you’re asking like that.” She lowers her leg and stands back up, turning her back to him but looking over her shoulder to meet his eyes. The glint in them makes her lick her lips, she could ask him to do it, just to see if he will. Given how desperate he is, he might. He won’t say it, but his body betrays him, he said that ‘little D’ was having trouble but that didn’t seem to be the case at all from what she felt. Maybe it’s the scents, the atmosphere and that what happens here will remain here until he comes back. She crosses the room and drops her black thong, stepping out of it and her other heel, sitting on a violet velvet loveseat with her legs open wide. “This is what you want right Dieter?” Her elbows are on her knees with one hand beckoning him. “Come to me, but undress and crawl.”

Bravo doesn’t want control right now, nor does he want to think. He just wants to act, to perform. In this moment, he isn’t thinking about how lonely he is or how his career could crumble on some whim of culture or random video. There’s only this purple room he can melt into as he removes his clothes, making himself bare to Sweet Pea. Dieter’s actually hard, dripping onto her carpet as he lowers himself onto the floor on all fours. His knees are burning as he makes his way across the padded carpet. It’s worth his goal though, into her tender folds. “You like to see a man work, huh Sweet Pea? That’s more than fine.” Halfway there, his bobbing swollen cock made a mess of the carpet and his belly. Upon reaching her, he placed his hands on her knees and looked up to her, balancing himself on his knees so little D was at full attention. He wanted to show her what she’d been able to bring out of him so far. Something changed though, he was smiling but Violet recognized it. She used her fingers to rub circles into his biceps and shoulders before tracing the pronounced vein on his neck.

“You adorable man. This isn’t what you want. At least not now. You can’t seem to decide between the two Dieter.” Fingers run through his hair, and he knows she’s right but couldn’t she had said so after he’d had his fill, hear her cries?

“You’re not wrong, but I still need this. Need you.” He dipped his head to nibble on her thigh and she hummed but pushed his head back. In standing, she also helped him to his feet and brought him back to the bed, removing her lace corset and climbed on the bed.

“From behind, I’m not going to have your tears dripping where I can watch while you fuck me.” Now Sweet Pea was on all fours and Dieter’s sorrow returned. It was inescapable, but he wanted to see her face. He could block it off, just for a short while he tried to get the sunshine.

“No, I need to see how your face changes as you take me.” Crawling across the bed behind her, he pulled her back flush to his chest and turned her chin over her shoulder, capturing her lips. Slipping his tongue in, the warmth felt good. He hadn’t had it in months, he didn’t know why now, in this place with her, but he’d accept it. All of it. “Pleasure to mask my sorrow is why I’m here, Sweet Pea. Have me bask in the sun.”

Their kiss broke as Sweet Pea turned to put her arms around his shoulders, kissing his forehead once again as Dieter laid back on the bed, she fell forward as he took her hair out of the high ponytail it had been in. Her hair fell around her face, her wet folds grazed his shaft and he moaned. “I’ll be your dawn until the light shines on you Dieter.”

Coming unbound, feeling elated and devastated when he had to leave, Dieter had been able to bury his sorrow in pleasure for a time. Another appointment was made for later in the week. To quote Bravo, “I’ll deny me none while I’m allowed because I wouldn’t fare well.”

Bad ideas that Dieter could use: @katw474 @readingiskeepingmegoing @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @megamindsecretlair @pamasaur @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @sp00kymulderr @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @titlee78 @tinytinymenace @magpiepillsjunior @soft-girl-musings @morallyinept @rhoorl @survivingandenduring @missladym1981 @yorksgirl @heareball @laurfilijames @maggiemayhemnj

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[morvantmortuary]

light the sky and hold on tight --

(Rora Morvant x transmasc!plus size!Reader, 18+)

summary: Rora asks you to accompany her on an errand one summer afternoon.

warnings: discussion of alluded transphobia; thigh riding; fingering; necromancers committing arson; brief discussion of using human skin as accessories

general notes: Reader uses he/him and Rora uses masc pet names; brief appearances by the boys and their readers as well; otherwise, no use of y/n and all mentions of hair/skin avoided (though if I can do anything to make it a more seamless experience, I'm open to suggestions.)

I thought this could use a re-upload and a fresh moodboard for Pride Month. No major changes besides some grammatical tweaks. This was originally a request by an anon -- whoever you are, I hope you liked it! <3

She’d been entirely too sweet when she asked you to drive her somewhere. That should’ve been what tipped you off.

You’d been minding your own business with your work for the day, tapping away at your exceptionally tiny keyboard, when you’d felt the familiar extrasensory stroking of a gaze between your shoulders. 

You knew who it was before you turned around in your office chair, and saw her leaning against the doorframe like a languid vine. Though her hair somewhat obscured her face, there was no mistaking the little smile she wore.

That was the “trouble” smile.

“Sweet little bee,” Rora said, tilting her head to look at you. “Are you too busy for me?” She sauntered in before you had time to answer, slow like she had all the time in the world to cross your room.

“…No?” you said just as slowly, watching her come closer and closer to you like a rabbit would watch a hawk - an exceptionally pretty hawk, sure, but you imagined the feeling was about the same. “Just, uh— doing the usual.” 

You blinked as she stopped directly in front of you, taking your face in her cool palms.

“And you’re so good at… that, too,” Rora said, her gaze drifting to your computer for a moment like she wasn’t sure entirely what it was you did. But when it met yours again, her smile widened. Her fingers ran up into your hair, catching slightly at the roots like she knew you enjoyed. 

This was calculated; your brain was already shorting out just a little from the contact and the smell of her sweetly floral perfume (magnolia, jasmine, and white sandalwood - you’d looked it up one night when you couldn’t sleep for it driving you insane). It wasn’t that her sweetness or affection was a mask, per se - quite the contrary, you knew they were as real as anything. 

Realer than lots of things in just how intense they could be, sometimes.

But this was an unspoken appeal, and you couldn’t help the quiet, curious voice at the back of your brain even as she made it fuzz over. 

“Did you…” You blinked, trying to re-focus on her face, rather than the low neckline of her dark dress at your seated eye level. “Need something, love?”

 She’d chosen to stay with you at your place today, insisting she needed a break from the Mortuary. But she’d been oddly unsettled all morning, flitting restlessly from room to room when she thought you weren’t looking. You’d thought at first that was because she’d only brought a skeleton kit of her usual tools for her project in progress, but you wondered now if it wasn’t something else.

“…Well,” Rora demurred, glancing askance. That meant ‘yes,’ but she was trying to be polite. “Only if I’m not taking you from anything urgent, sweet pea.” She glanced over your shoulder at your monitor again.

“No.” You shook your head, drawing her attention back to you. You lifted your hands to gently pull hers from your hair, kissing the backs of her palms before loosely holding them in your own. “What’s up?”

Rora’s smile softened at your affection, and for the briefest second, you saw her look away again - as if for a moment, she was hesitating. “I hate to ask,” she began, her teeth catching at her lush lower lip. “But I need a ride.”

“Sure,” you said immediately, still fiddling with her fingers in your own as you swiveled slightly from side to side in your office chair. “Into town? Did you need to grab something for the, uh,” you paused, trying to remember what you’d seen her working on this morning. “…Possum in a tutu?”

“No,” Rora shook her head with another smile. “Mademoiselle Paulette’s almost done, she just has a final string of pearls waiting for her at home.”

“Of course.” You nodded, your face mock serious. “As every sophisticated marsupial must have this season.”

Rora giggled, and you couldn’t help but grin — you loved that sound. You’d do anything to hear that sound. Maybe even fight a bear. An undead bear. 

“Silly, handsome boy.” She reached up with a finger, gently booping your nose, and you felt your face flood with heat. “You’re delightful, you know that?”

“Yeah, well…” You trailed off, unable to come up with a retort as you gazed into her eyes. You knew the green like the color of your own bedroom walls, by now, but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t still get lost in them: dark, like the mossy entrance of a cave. Sometimes, if you looked too long, you felt a slight tug somewhere inside your gut.

Like Orpheus standing at the threshold, descending to search for Eurydice.

“Little Shoot?” Rora tilted her head to look at you, and you snapped back to reality. “You still with me?”

“Yup!” You nodded too quickly. “Yeah, sorry, just, uh. Work brain.” You blinked hard again,  fighting the urge to shake your head. “…Where did you need to go?” you asked. You realized she’d never told you. Or hadn’t told you yet, you corrected yourself. …Right?

Rora’s smile thinned, and for the briefest second, it whittled itself into something oddly curved and sharp. “It’s not far,” she said, the smile vanishing and her eyes widening innocently quick enough to feel like whiplash. “And what I need will only take a few minutes, I promise.”

“Sure, no worries.” You nodded, then felt your own head tilt just slightly. “I’m done with this, and I don’t have anything else to do today.” You shrugged, and, briefly, something felt a little… odd, when you tried to smile. “Did you want to grab dinner or something afterwards?”

“Hmm.” The tip of Rora’s tongue darted out, running over her lips. “We’ll see how you feel after my little errand, first. Okay?”

“…Sure, Ror,” you said again, your smile feeling even stranger now. “Whatever works, we have all evening.”

“You’re so agreeable,” Rora cooed, ruffling your hair affectionately before kissing your forehead. “My strong little succulent, so sweet.” And just like that, she turned, her hair a fragrant black veil flowing behind her. “I’m just going to get my scarf and some things, and then I’ll be ready!” she sing-songed.

You blinked one last time as if emerging from a daze, one of your hands reaching up to check and see if she’d left a soft pink lipstick stain on your forehead. 

Your fingers came away from your skin looking like they’d crushed a rose petal. You sat there, wondering just why it felt like your true love was being a little too vague about this… errand, and absently rubbed them against your thumb without noticing you were smearing the pink even further.

Your car wasn’t a lemon, per se, but it definitely felt too shabby for the woman in your passenger seat.

Rora had her window down and her elbow resting on the frame, looking like a starlet from old Hollywood with her hair tied back in a sheer black scarf and her huge sunglasses on despite the sun getting lower in the sky. You knew she did that because she was still a little paranoid about being recognized in town, even with her established cover as her twin brother and estranged cousin’s even more distant cousin, but you thought it only had the opposite effect - how could anyone not want to look at her, mysterious and glamorous? You’d seen her all of once in the little shop where she sold her taxidermy tableaux, and you’d spent the rest of that first afternoon thinking about her, after only the briefest exchanged glance. 

Granted, maybe it was just because you were super gay, but still.

You had the radio on a specific station you saved for when you were with her - one that played mostly ‘90s alternative. While Rora didn’t seem to mind listening to the newer stuff, you noticed that she seemed to recognize the songs on this one more often than most, occasionally sitting up a bit more at an opening chord, nodding her head in time, or even singing along under her breath when she was especially distracted. It had been merely cute, until you’d realized (after Rora had finally broken down one drunken night and told you the whole story of her resurrection) that this was probably what was she heard most often before she died the first time. Now it was almost compulsory for you to turn it on whenever she was riding with you — between the wind in her hair and the sunset out the window, if you could give her one more thing to help her pretend she’d never died at all, you did it in a heartbeat.

Not that you even knew that was what she pretended, really. After she’d given you the initial explanation, she generally didn’t talk about it, much less how she felt about it. But you imagined if you were in her shoes, you might like to forget you died, even for just a little while.

Sure enough, Rora sat upright when an ad wrapped up, and the first jangly tunes of something like a banjo or a mandolin played over the speakers. “Oh, perfect,” she said, grinning and turning it up a notch or two. 

You couldn’t help but smile at this rare display of eagerness, glancing briefly at the display window (one of the only modern things about your car) to get the name of the artist so you could remember it later - not for a cheesy playlist you were planning for your anniversary or anything. No, definitely not that.

The singer was a young woman with a soft, breathy voice; girlish, maybe relatable to the Rora who would’ve first heard this song. The song itself sounded vaguely familiar, maybe it was something you’d heard when you were younger, or that your mom had been into. Not that you would ever say that to your girlfriend, of course.

“— Sunny came home with a mission.

She says ‘days go by,

I’m hypnotized,

I’m walking on a wire.

I close my eyes and fly out of my mind’ —“

“Make a right here, baby,” Rora spoke up suddenly, pointing to a right turn with poor signage. You managed to brake and turn a little quickly, but given you’d been the only ones on the road for a while - going the opposite way of Greymoon proper, you’d noticed - it wasn’t that big a deal. You drove down the little backroad, still half-listening to the song as the oak trees around you grew somewhat thicker in their clusters. Eventually, the road beneath you felt more paved than not again, and you realized the backroad had been a shortcut into what was starting to look more and more like a residential area. One of the bougie-r ones on the outside of Greymoon itself, set aside from the typical smaller houses around the town for enclaves of more expansive properties. Expansive and expensive, you noticed - you glanced out the window, seeing that for each house on this street, it took up what would’ve been three yards for three separate houses in your neighborhood, with about two houses’ worth of space between each yard. The houses themselves tended to be large and bone white in the last dregs of the day’s sunshine, with horseshoe driveways of fresh concrete. As dusk ambled after you down the street, you saw gas porch lights starting to flicker to life in your rearview mirror.

“…Are we visiting someone, babe?” You glanced at her, feeling your forehead wrinkle slightly in confusion. “Old friend of yours?” 

But that didn’t make sense. Rora didn’t keep in contact with anyone from… Before. She’d told you that herself. Hell, there were days she barely talked to Maxi and Hector, and the three of them lived in the same house.

“Mmm.” Rora’s tongue darted over her lips again, and she pulled down the sun visor on her side to flip open the mirror on the back. “Not quite, dandelion. Not in a neighborhood this new, anyway.” She took a tube of lipstick out of - somewhere, you’d looked away for a minute to watch the road - and applied it as if the car were sitting perfectly still.

You noticed, curiously, this was not the blush-y peony color she’d been wearing earlier at your house.

This was red. Deep red, like brutalized poppies.

Like blood.

“…You’re gonna wanna make a left, pretty boy,” Rora said, glancing at you out of the corner of her eye.

Your eyes snapped back to the road, clicking on your turn signal, and you heard her chuckle quietly as you felt heat again rush to your face.

The road you turned on seemed to pull away from the larger houses, the oak trees thinning out again to a wider expanse of land where the dusk already seemed to be waiting for you. There were fewer inhabitants out here, you noticed, but the houses, when you did encounter them, seemed a good few decades older than their counterparts a street over. Though less ostentatious, there was something about them even more stately. Older money, if you had to guess.

“Just keep drivin’ right to the end, here,” Rora said, leaning her head slightly out the window as if to get a better look.

You continued down the street, the other houses falling away one by one, until you realized the street beneath your tires was less a street and more a private road.

A house loomed at the end of it, squat and staid. The windows, though the blinds were up, seemed ominously dark. Even from this distance, you could see the little front garden was positively choked with weeds and brambles, the rose bushes now overgrown thorny monsters.

The closer you pulled to the house, the slower you felt yourself going. Something felt… odd. There were no cars ahead of you on the curved driveway. The grecian pillars supporting the porch were discolored by the frothy green moss that grew around here if left unattended for too long. A singular bench swing on the porch swayed just enough to be perceptible, its paint chipped and peeling in strips.

Someone either hadn’t been here for a while, or they hadn’t been able to take care of it for even longer.

“…Is this the right place?” You frowned. “I don’t think there’s anyone here, Ror.”

“There isn’t.” Something about Rora’s voice sent a feeling ricocheting up your spine before you could quite put your finger on what it actually was.

It was only when you looked at her out of the corner of your eye and saw her grin that you realized it was a chill.

When you finally put on your brakes at the edge of the driveway itself, the house seemed to stare you down from its wide front windows, like the hollow sockets of a skull. When you shut your engine off, the only sound for what seemed like miles was a swelling overture from the evening’s crickets.

“…Rora,” you said slowly, eyes still locked on the empty windows. “What are we doing here?”

Rora opened her car door and got out, closing it before she leaned down to talk to you through the still open window. “Be a good boy for Mommy,” she purred, looking at you over her sunglasses. “And wait here while I get the gasoline.”

“…The what?” You whipped around, looking on as you heard her walking towards your trunk. “Rora? What gasoline?”

“I’ll just be a minute, baby,” she called, as if she was simply stepping away to powder her nose. 

You turned entirely around in your seat, peering through your back windshield as you watched her lift the trunk door. When she slammed it back down again a moment later, you noticed she had a bright orange container of gasoline her left hand, and a small silver lighter she was tucking into the front of her dress.

“Ror!” You opened your door after she passed by you, still somehow looking delicate and lady-like in her scarf and dress despite her cargo. “Rora, what the hell?! Tell me what’s going on!”

Rora rolled her eyes, the gas can dangling loosely at her side as her other hand came to rest on her hip. “Mommy told you to wait, young man,” she said, arching a dark brow at you. “You know what happens if you disobey an order.”

“I—“ You had to force down the part of your brain that was a sucker for Mommy mode, shaking your head quickly. Rora had a bit of a wild streak, but this was beyond the pale. “The hell I’m getting back in the car, Ror, what the fuck?!”

Both of Rora’s brows arched now, sitting up high on her nearly perfect forehead. She clicked her tongue against her teeth with disappointment.“We’re going to need a discussion later about remembering our manners, I see.”

As if she were about to water her plants, she picked up the can of gas, opening it before resuming her path towards the porch—

Only for you to sprint across the remaining distance, catching the handle of the can in your palm as you planted yourself firmly in her path. “Aurore.” You straightened up, giving her the sharpest look you could muster. “Tell me what we’re doing here. Now.”

Rora paused, her free hand pulling her shades off entirely so you caught the full brunt of her emerald glare. “Excuse me, sir,” she said, her voice soft despite her prim facade wearing dangerously thin. “But I don’t care for your tone.”

You took a deep breath, keeping your eyes locked on hers despite the chill that again shot down your spine. “Please tell me,” you insisted. “What the fuck you brought me here for.”

“You brought me, thank you very much,” she pointed out, tilting her chin at you haughtily. 

“Because you asked me to!” You gestured frustratedly with your free hand, the other still gripping the gas canister. “Because you knew I’d say yes without question! Because I’d do—“

“Anything for me,” Rora said, her honeyed accent shaving off the ends of her gerunds. “I know. Just like I’d do anything for you.” She looked you over once, her gaze cool. “So here I am, asking you to.” She cocked her head to the side, and you recognized the careful curtain she drew over her face until it was a studied nonchalance. “Or was I wrong about you, lover boy?”

“I— No, I just…“ You stared at her, agape, before quickly scanning the horizon as you realized how this looked: the two of you, with a gas can, in front of an abandoned house that might soon be nothing but ashes. “Jesus, Rora, we’re gonna get caught—“

“There’s no one for miles,” she said coolly, as if knowing exactly what you were looking for. “No one to see. No one to care. Well,” she paused, shrugging. “Unless it spreads. But we’ll be long gone by then.” She examined her nails, as if bored.

“But why?” You looked back to her, eyes wide. “Why here? Why— this?” You jerked your head at the gas can still hanging between you. “Whose house is this and why are we burning it?”

“Do you not trust me?” Rora asked, dropping her hand back to her side.

“Of course I trust you!” You looked back to her, somewhat hurt. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t deserve some answers before we just— I don’t know.” You looked between her and the house again, feeling the panic growing in you. “I’ve never burned down a house before,” you hissed at last. “And I’m assuming you need a pretty good reason!”

“What’s a ‘good’ reason, really?” Rora waved her free hand as if discussing the merits of different types of mulch. “If I told you I was just doin’ this for shits and giggles, would you be getting cold feet on me?”

“No,” you said, unable to not sound somewhat defensive as you did. “But arson just because you’re bored doesn’t… seem like your M.O.,” you finished, feeling a bit sheepish. 

“No?” Rora raised an eyebrow again, this time looking dryly amused. “And how do you figure, Mr. Detective?”

You swallowed, hoping she couldn’t see now that the dusk was fully settling in. “Because I know why you did it, the last time.” Even in the dying light, you could see her expression shift, taken aback. “And that wasn’t just for fun.”

The two of you were silent for a moment, the pause heavier than the gas you both were still holding. 

“…Who told you.” It wasn’t a question, really. Her voice was too flat for that, an odd mix of defeat and annoyance.

“Hector. …And Maxi. And FT, a little. Querida mostly listened.” You dropped your gaze to the ground immediately, guilt for selling the gang out sucking at your stomach. “But only because I asked them what had happened.”

“Those chatty little—“ She cut herself off mid-grumble, something you said sinking in. “Wait. How did you even know about that to begin with? That was decades ago!”

“I don’t know,” you lied. You reached up, rubbing the back of your neck as you felt her gaze burning a hole in you. “…Okay,” you sighed. “We’d just started going out, and I googled you. Your name popped up on a few… interesting articles from the Greymoon Gazette.”

“Fuckin’— does everyone do that now?!” Rora threw her hand up. “Goddamn, when I was doing this the first time, we waited until folks dug their own skeletons out of the closet. Like civilized people!”

“They told me because they knew I liked you,” you cut in quickly. “And they didn’t want me to… think otherwise, I guess. Because it was a good reason,” you said, only to pause for a moment. “I mean, maybe not what came after, with the casualties and- like- look, I get why you would start the fire to begin with, okay?”

“Oh, do you?!” 

You blinked at the acidity with which she spat the question, fighting the urge to step back a little. “What?”

Rora shifted something in her stance, and in her fervor, her eyes shone with the sharp, reflective light of some crepuscular predator. “Do you really ‘get it?’” She was leaning up towards you, and your eyes were drawn to the faint pulsating green coming to life under her skin and racing through the delicate veins that trellised across the bone lattice of her skull.

You noticed how her face seemed to fit a little too tight, suddenly. How suddenly it seemed almost translucent, white as bleached bone even as it was still wrapped around her flesh. How her eyes looked just a touch… too dark, something about them perhaps not quite human. You weren’t sure if it was her rage suddenly coming to the surface, or something much more fundamental in what she was. The part of herself that all of her family kept firmly in metaphorical chains until they couldn’t any longer.

You let go of the gas canister as some dormant, ancient part of your brain seemed to keen intensely, back in touch with its frightened primate roots. Danger. Get away.

Death walks, and it’s beautiful, and it’s here.

Rora stood stock still, seething, her accent thickening as the anger built in her like a storm. “Do you know what it’s like to have everyone know what you are, and hate you for it? To not be able to change anything at all about it, even when you’re just… wrong, all over?” 

That made you pause, the warning in your brain sputtering out in surprise. “…What?” you repeated, feeling powerless still.

Rora bristled, a ripple of new fervor crossing her features. “What would you know? About being the opposite of everything everyone wanted, and knowing you can’t do a damn thing about it? That you’re a constant disappointment? Even when you do nothin’ but hope and pray to someone who won’t listen that you wake up one mornin’ exactly like they want you to be, so they’ll finally just leave you alone?”

It was the way her voice cracked a hairline fracture’s worth on the last word that suddenly brought reality crashing down on you. This was anger, sure — but more than that, it was hurt.

“…Ror,” you said softly, your eyes searching her face. You saw what you had missed earlier: the slight quivering of her lower lip, despite her bared teeth. The way her free hand, clenched into a fist, still seemed to tremble. “Rora, honey, wait.”

“I will not!” She drew her shoulders back to hide the slightest sniffle. “I’ve been dead for twenty years, goddamnit, and I’ve had it up to here with these fucking loose ends. I’m doing something, because no one else—“

“Rora,” you repeated, walking forward to close the distance between you. You watched her eyes flick hurriedly from your face to your hands as you lifted them, holding your palms up for her to see. You moved slowly, as if trying not to scare a startled animal, setting them lightly on her shoulders until you were sure she wouldn’t pull away. You let the full weight of your palms settle on the delicate bones beneath her skin, squeezing as if trying to keep them from falling out of their sockets. “Look at me, okay?”

“You are not talking me out of this,” she began, her teeth gritted.

“No, I’m not,” you agreed, shaking your head. “I’m not going to talk you out of this, you’re right. But just look at me. Really look.” You felt yourself smile, although it wobbled on your face. “Of course I know what that’s like, angel.”

Rora stopped, her righteous fire flickering for a moment into confusion. 

You laughed, but the sound was half-broken in your mouth. “Did you forget who you’re talking to?” You swallowed for a different reason this time. “Of course I know what it’s like to feel… wrong. And not know how to change it.” You kept your hands on her shoulders, but your eyes fell to your shoes. “I know what it’s like to feel like a disappointment, and wish you could wake up… wake up different.” You let your eyes meet hers again, still trying your best to keep your smile in place. “I felt like that for ages, you know? …I still do, sometimes. On bad days.” You shrugged, your confidence wavering. “I know they’re not the same, obviously, but… I know how that feels. At least a little.”

Rora stared at you, her brow furrowed… before her eyes widened, and she dropped the gas can with a ‘thunk’. “Oh. Oh, fuck.” Her hands, still smelling like gas, spasmed anxiously at her sides before they flew to your face. “Honeybee, I wasn’t— oh.” She bit her lip, her anger gone entirely and replaced now with concern. 

“No, I know, it’s not…” You felt your words die on your lips as she leaned up and captured you in a hug, nearly making you lose your footing with the strength of it.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She was somewhat muffled as she hid her face in your shoulder, her dark hair an impenetrable fragment of night sky. You felt her take a long, deep breath against you, and when you heard it shake ever so slightly, something in you melted.

You hugged her back tightly, kissing her head before nuzzling her cheek with yours. “Ror, it’s okay—“

“No, it’s not.” Rora leaned back, shaking her head to clear her hair away. “It’s not okay. I got so…” She exhaled again, seeming to release some of her earlier fire. “I got so caught up in my own… anger, my own memories,” she said slowly. “That I forgot people had made you feel that way, too. And that’s not fair.” She shook her head again as her eyes met yours, back to their usual mossy green and cool seriousness. “I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t mean to,” you soothed her, kissing her forehead.

“It doesn’t matter if I didn’t mean to, cherie,” she said, looking at you intensely. You felt her hands clutching at the back of your shirt. “I discounted your hurt for my own, and that’s not right.”

“Rora,” you said quietly, reaching around to take her hands in yours and kiss the backs of them as you had earlier. 

She blinked, as if caught off-guard by this sweetness. 

Your eyes fell to your fingers as she intertwined hers with yours, and you sighed, choosing your words. “I just didn’t want you to feel… alone,” you said, looking back up to meet her eyes. “You still have every right to feel hurt about what they did to you, my love. I didn’t say that to make you think otherwise. I just didn’t want you to feel like you were the only one still carrying that around.” After hesitating for a moment, you placed her hands over your own chest and held them there. “I still carry mine too.” You smiled a little, less wobbly now. “And I’ll help you carry yours, if you let me. Okay?”

Rora gazed at you, her eyes softening into something that looked almost… shy, on her. Or as close to shy as you’d ever seen her get. “…My sweet boy,” she smiled, reaching up to run her hand over your hair. “You’re far closer to Prince Charming than I deserve, you know that?”

“Of course you deserve that,” you said softly, looking at her. “You’re the closest thing to a fairy tale I’ve ever seen.”

Rora blinked, taken aback in another short span of time. You wondered, briefly, how long it had been since she felt like she didn’t have perfect certainty at her fingertips. 

Her eyes dropped. “Well,” she tried to smile, but you could see the touch of a grimace lurking underneath it. “I won’t deny, I make a damn good witch.”

“I don’t see you locking any pretty girls in towers,” you said, leaning so you caught her eyes with yours. “Or fattening kids up to eat. …Though,” you added, your brain skimming through a lifetime’s worth of old stories. “You might very well demand someone’s firstborn as payment if they stole lettuce from your garden.”

Rora’s nose scrunched in the way you adored. “Mm, no. Kids are so messy.” She looked askance, thoughtful for a moment. “…I might take their eyes, though.”

You laughed, as you always did at her particularly dark strain of humor. “Eyes for lettuce, huh?” You nodded in a faux-sage way. “Sounds perfectly fair.”

“I’ll have you know certain breeds of heirloom lettuce are very rare,” she said archly, but you could see her aloof mask starting to slip as her lips twisted into a smile against her will. “Demandin’ someone’s eyes would be the minimum of what they deserve.”

“I’ll take your word for it, Princess,” you said, kissing her forehead. You didn’t miss how the green that had been pooling in her capillaries now seemed to diffuse across her skin in something softer - if she were living, something almost akin to a blush.

Before you realized quite what you were doing, you leaned down, picking up the gas can by the handle and holding it out to her as if it were a rose. “Do you want to do the honors?” Seeing her gazing at you, the death’s blush deepening on her cheeks, you couldn’t resist a wink. “Or do you just want to point and tell me where?”

Rora didn’t answer right away — her head tilted slightly to the right as she simply gazed at you, seeing something in you that she had only just noticed. Her smile was softer now, but still with that twist to her lips that reminded you of the vines winding around the porch of the House.

“As much as I appreciate the offer, handsome,” she drawled, her hand closing next to yours on the can’s handle. “I’ve been waitin’ too long for this to let anyone else do it for me. Even someone as charming as yourself.”

She returned the wink, and your heart stumbled over itself in your chest. 

“Go wait by the car, baby,” she said, lifting her chin towards it behind you. “Mama’s gonna need a couple minutes, and I don’t want you getting singed.”

You nodded, your face flooding with heat at these simple words. “Sure.” You leaned forward first, kissing her cheek delicately. “You let me know if you need a hand.”

“Oh, don’t you worry,” she murmured, half to herself as you walked off. “I got this.”

The air was filled with a staining scent that made your nose ache as Rora took her time spreading the contents of the gas can along the overgrown gardens, the chipped siding, the rotting boards of the abandoned porch. She did so almost as lovingly as watering her own roses, watching the accelerant seep into the wood and plantlife with a look that bordered on pride.

After disposing of the empty can in a crawlspace under the porch, she stepped back, pulling the lighter from her cleavage. 

From where you leaned against the hood of your car, you saw her profile illuminated by the spark at her fingertips. You watched, transfixed, as she gazed at the little flame for a long moment — like she was lighting a candle in the old town church, or a younger version of herself about to blow out the candle on a birthday cake.

And then, she leaned down, the light coming closer and closer to the ground like a falling star.

The conflagration wasn’t as immediate as it looked in the movies, but it also didn’t take too long. It ate through the weed-choked garden before it really began to chew its way up the porch, devouring the rotting columns in longer and longer licks until they were pillars of light framing Rora’s figure against the surrounding darkness.

The sound was quiet at first. Barely audible over the crackling of the collapsing wood. It was a dry sound, a rattling almost, and for the earliest moments, you thought it was just the last desperate sounds of a house sinking into oblivion.

And then Rora threw her head back, and you realized it was her laugh. Rasping and sharp in her throat, with a rust-like quality to it that made you think of things hidden away in dark spaces for years on end. Her hair fell back like a curtain, allowing the scar tissue around her face to reflect faintly in the violent light before her. Her eyes were the wildest, brightest green you had ever seen, and as Rora’s cackle climbed further, to a frightening peal of vicious glee, you swore you could see sparks scorching the grass at her feet.

Except those sparks were definitely her shade of green. You could see the grass that came into contact with them withering up in a way that had nothing to do with the flames lapping at the front of the house.

Like all the life had been sucked out of the blades down to their roots.

You watched the paint peel into ashes, the shudders smouldering and falling from their hinges. The tinkle of breaking glass felt like a purposeful accompaniment to Rora’s wild, uproarious laughter, oddly echoing off the dark that surrounded you now. The expression on her features was a mingle of delight that crinkled around her eyes and relief around the corners of her mouth - as well as a particular set to her grin that looked like she was tasting the sweetest variety of spite. 

Though you didn’t have the context for it, you knew that some sort of score had been settled here. Something had finally - perhaps after decades - come to a close.

It was only when the roof began to cave in that Rora turned back to you, panting slightly as the full gale of her laughter died away. You were quietly amazed the corners of her mouth hadn’t split - but you watched her eyes, reflected in the headlights of your car, and the way she moved loose strands of her hair away from her face with a sweep of her hand that bordered on queenly.

“Come on,” she said, her somewhat-mad smile still in place — one that made your stomach twist in both fear and delight as she beckoned to you with an elegant finger. “Take me home, would you?”

You had to keep yourself from sprinting the short distance to the car in your eagerness, opening the passenger door for her immediately. Partially because you were desperate to be out of here, sure, but also — well. You couldn’t stop looking at her.

Rora took her time walking back to the car, surveying the destruction with a smirk of deepest satisfaction. As she passed you, she paused, sweeping her hand from your cheekbone down along the line of your jaw.

“That’s my good boy,” she nearly purred, clutching your chin in one slender, chill hand. She leaned forward, and you smelled flowers amidst the smoke and gasoline as her hair fell over you both when she kissed the corner of your mouth. 

You couldn’t help but a couple times blink as she pulled away, descending into your car like royalty. You only remembered to close the car door for her when she tilted her head to look at you, laughing softly to herself.

After making sure the empty can was secure in the trunk, you hightailed it to your side of the car, the engine roaring to life as you twisted the key. As you backed up and then pulled away, praying you didn’t leave tire tracks on the lawn, you saw Rora adjusting the rearview mirror so she could watch the fire recede from sight.

Watching the firelight reflected in her eyes, you wondered if you had ever seen anything more beautiful.

Her eyes still on the mirror, she reached over, squeezing a place high up on your thigh. “Do me a favor, baby,” she grinned. “And drive like you stole it.”

Despite the fact that you’d never stolen a car in your life, as if under some sort of spell, you obliged. You tore down the rest of the gravel drive as she laughed anew, rolling down her window and leaning out to watch the burning house drift further and further away into the night.

She didn’t move her hand from your leg once as you swerved around turns and careened up roads you’d never seen, changing directions whenever she indicated so you wouldn’t be taking the same route twice. Despite the fact that it was pitch black outside, you felt fearless, even when your lights were the only source of illumination on the road.

How much that had to do with the fact that her hand was traveling slowly but steadily upwards, you couldn’t say. Or wouldn’t.

You’d been driving maybe twenty minutes when you’d moved out of the neighborhoods and back into the slightly wilder part of the road, the trees closing overhead and seeming to shield the car from the night sky. Where there had been moonlight, there was suddenly just darkness and branches, with the occasional hole where the light crept back in.

As if she had been waiting for this, Rora squeezed gently but firmly at the very top of your thigh, nearly making you veer into the other lane. “Pull over.” 

Her voice was like velvet, but it was an order. 

You looked over at her, searching her face. “Something wrong?”

“No,” she said simply, and you felt another curious, hopeful twist in your gut. “Pull over.”

As soon as you found enough shoulder space to do so, you obliged.

You’d barely put the car in park before Rora took her seat belt off like it burned her, then clasped your face in her cool palms. You just saw her eyes, and the sheer want in them, before she crushed your lips in a clashing kiss that spoke only of hunger.

Somehow managing to get your own seatbelt off, you couldn’t help but return it, a soft sigh slipping out when she bit down on your lower lip. Your hands found her hair, her waist, trying to figure out how to get closer.

Before you could fully process what was happening, Rora had let you go, and disappeared into your back seat. After a moment, she grabbed you by your shirt, insistently tugging you with her.

You followed without hesitation and only a little stumbling, falling into the middle seat. Rora practically pounced as you sat down, settling herself so she was astride one of your thighs with a leg between yours.

For a moment, you could only stare up at this divine creature looking down at you, her eyes alight as though they were still burning themselves, her hair darker than the night around you both.

She kissed you again, pushing you back into the seat, and when she pulled away to let you breathe, her laugh was low in your throat.

“You taste like smoke,” she teased, her nose barely an inch from yours. “I like it.”

“You’re so beautiful,” you said, your voice little more than a whisper.

You saw the green eyes blink, and she pulled back just slightly, as if in surprise. A fission passed over her expression, a flurry of tiny knits of her brow and shifts in her eyes, like she couldn’t quite decide how to feel about the compliment.

Your hands found her hips and held them there, determined to keep her from moving any further. “Please believe me,” you said softly. Your thumbs smoothed over the fabric of her dress, almost soothingly. You swallowed, not sure why you were suddenly nervous. “I love you, Ror.” You smiled up at her in the dim light. “You’re… god, you’re terrifying,” you laughed a little, unable to help it. “And beautiful. And I love you, so much.”

Rora gazed at you, her eyes openly searching your face. Your heart ached when you saw the tiniest touch of hesitation there, like she was looking for something that would prove your words wrong.

And yet. In her eyes, a spark other than anger, than embers —

Something that almost, to your untrained eye, looked like hope.

So slowly it was almost imperceptible, Rora leaned forward, closing the space between the two of you again until her forehead was touching yours.

“I have never,” she whispered. “Loved someone like I love you.” Her hands found your shirt, fiddling with the buttons, as if she was nervous herself. “And if I had to drag myself out of my family’s crypt again, crawling through their ashes, bare skin against the cold stone… I would do it,” she said. “In a heartbeat, if it meant I never had to lose you.”

Your hands found her face in the fragments of moonlight, your thumbs ghosting lovingly over the scar tissue that surrounded her cheeks and jawline. “I’ll go wherever you go,” you said softly, your eyes moving from her lips to the bright glowing green again. “However it works - the Veil, and all that.” You wet your lower lip, your heart feeling like it was going to beat through your chest. “I’ll follow you to whatever’s after this life. I swear.”

Rora chuckled. “You don’t know what you’re asking, little bee.” She smiled, but there was still something melancholy to it.

“I don’t have to know,” you said, and you had never been more certain of anything in your life. “I just want to be wherever you are.”

Rora’s eyes were wide, and for a moment, she seemed frozen. Like she was overwhelmed.

And then the fire seemed to return again despite being miles away now, her hair smelling faintly of smoke as she less unbuttoned your shirt and more ripped it open.

You reached around her back for the zipper of her dress, watching it slide down her sides like water — and realizing she hadn’t worn a bra.

Your eyes flew back to hers, and you weren’t entirely sure what it was about her being so vulnerable while being so destructive that made you feel like some embers were starting to catch at the center of you.

You jumped a little at a pressure there, before you realized she was pressing her thigh to your heat. You couldn’t hold back a soft noise, your hips seeking more friction to get to the softest part of you.

“You’ve been so good for me today,” Rora murmured, rocking her knee against you — and, in turn, grinding herself lightly against your thigh. “You did everythin’ I asked, you were perfect.”

Your eyes fell, watching her breasts move in the light, the Y-incision down her chest gleaming like silver.

She laughed, soft in her throat. “You’re such a boy.” She took your jaw gently in her fingers, tilting your head up to look at her. She watched your face as you bit back a whine, the rhythm of her pushing against you sending a bolt through your center. “You’re my boy,” she said, kissing you like she was trying to taste you. “My good boy.”

You felt fingers at the fly of your jeans, and you arched into them, already greedy.

“Eager, are we?” Her hand floated away in the dark, hovering, and you almost moaned. You felt her grind herself harder against your thigh, her head falling briefly back. You heard a sigh that was her biting back a groan, and you felt a shiver like summer lightning. “You’ll just have to be patient, handsome,” she breathed, looking back again to grin at you slyly.

You nodded without thinking. You would’ve waited all eternity if she asked you to. 

You tensed your thigh, pushing harder against her cunt, and she nearly growled. Her hands fell to your thigh, her nails digging at your muscle through the denim. 

Your hands seized at her hips again, where her dress was still clinging to her, and you impatiently shoved her skirt aside, making sure there was nothing between her and you but the fabric on your leg. You pulled her forward, wanting to watch her face twist as she fell to pieces. 

Her hand fell to your fly yet again, and with a dexterity that would’ve impressed you if you were more focused, she undid the button and pulled the zipper down with just one motion. 

She shoved her hand under the waistband of your underwear, her fingers stroking down the length of your slit, and you hissed through your teeth, feeling like the center of you was sparking flint.

You moved her skirts further back, finding the black lace waiting for you underneath the fabric, and you glanced up at her. “How—“ You paused, biting back an unholy sound. “How attached are you to these?”

Rora blinked, her sharp gaze softly blurry, and she tilted her head in an unspoken question.

“Cool,” you rasped, and your hands dropped to the waistline. With a strength you didn’t know you could pull off, you ripped them at the waistband, watching the fabric split all the way down her cunt.

Rora looked down, and after a moment’s pause, she laughed in what sounded like delighted surprise. “You been holdin’ out on me, lover boy?” She looked back up at you, grinning like a knife.

You shrugged, the fire spreading up your chest to your face. “I— got lucky?”

“You’re damn right you are,” she said, her teeth glinting in the moonlight as she leaned forward, kissing down the column of your neck as her fingers sank into your folds. 

You kept your mind long enough to yank away the scrap of fabric before your hands fell to her hips again, pulling her now-bare sex against your thigh. For as cold as she was everywhere else, all the heat seemed to pool here, like her life all seemed to coagulate in one place. You felt the liquid heat soaking through the denim as she dragged herself against you, and her fingers curled against the place that made sparks illuminate the back of your eyelids.

Your hand pushed itself between your thigh and her slit, and you pressed your fingertips to her clit, circling like you were trying to write a prayer in a language you only knew when you dreamed.

The hand that had been clutching your thigh spasmed, and she wrapped her arm around your neck, pulling you closer as you moved against one another.

Your skin felt like neon. Her breath was on your neck, somehow still light despite the way she groaned like she was going to break open. She kissed the corner of your mouth, then your mouth proper, sucking at your lower lip like it was candy. You pushed your tongue into her mouth, wondering if this is what it felt like to kiss a goddess.

She kissed you back just as fervently, her fingers curling again and again against that spot, her desire trickling down your palm towards your wrist like honey. Your thigh began to shake, and you had to fight the urge to close your eyes. You didn’t want to miss her. A moment of this.

You pulled back, just enough to see her eyes, the black of her lashes against the space of her skin, the deep green as her lids fluttered open.

“Beautiful, brave boy,” she whispered, and it sounded so adoring. “My oak, my love.” She clenched around your fingers, her eyes hazy. “M-mine.”

You came apart first, your world green as the fire she lit in you set every nerve ablaze. You leaned forward, almost not able to bear the heat of it, your forehead touching her cool one and your skin confused but thankful by so many sensations at once.

Rora watched you come almost avariciously, clenching tighter around your fingers until she let go, leaving your hand soaked. You fucked her through her orgasm, stubborn in your rhythm even as she pulled your face to her chest, her head back as she let out a cry you thought they could hear all the way back at the ruined house.

When you sat up to look at her, both of you still panting, you studied her face like you wanted to tattoo it on the inside of your eyelids.

Rora brought her free hand to your check, and you brought your fingers to your mouth, not wanting to go without a single part of her. She giggled softly at your eagerness, before she linked her arm with yours and mirrored your gesture. When she pulled her hand away, her lips reflected your orgasm back at you, and you felt your heart stammer in your chest.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” she said softly. She leaned forward, kissing you gently, and suddenly you could taste both of you at once, together. She only came up when she needed air, looking at you still. “You’re perfect exactly as you are. Right now.”

You laughed quietly, not good at these kind of compliments. “I’m so glad I found you,” you whispered.

Rora smiled, and it was like one of her own roses. “Good,” she murmured. “Because I’m not about to let go of you. Ever.”

You lingered there, head light as air, under the leaves for what felt like ages.

When the two of you finally drove away, you weren’t even thinking about sirens, or gasoline, or fire.

Just her.

You came to underneath the soft darkness of Rora’s silk sheets, not entirely sure when and how you’d arrived at her room in the Mortuary, or when you’d had time to change into your pajamas. You remembered faint snippets of the night before: speeding away with the windows down, Rora’s laugh echoing into the night over the radio and the wind. The faint smell of smoke that seemed to linger no matter how far you drove. Huddling together in a diner outside town as you watched fire engine lights tear down the street in the night, Rora clutching your hand under the table the whole time.

For all the chaos, the unanswered questions, the brief moment of doubt… you were glad you’d been there. You were proud, in a weird way, that she had asked you to take her. That she knew she could trust you so implicitly, even with this act of devastation on her past.

You remembered the way her eyes glowed with the reflection of the growing flames, her grin that felt like a serrated blade, and you felt, for an instant, the stomach-twisting awe of those who had seen the sublime. Like you had gazed over the edge of a cliff at its farthest point and heard your brain whisper for you to jump, or seen a storm over the sea tease a wave into something colossal and inescapable.

You were in love with a force of nature, and she loved you just as fiercely.

This thought was interrupted by the feeling of something paper-y colliding with pillow right next to your head, and you flinched, grumbling softly to yourself.

“Now what in the name of Everythin’ Belowdo you call that, Rorabelle?”

You blinked, still groggy - was that Maxi? It was his voice, but you’d never actually heard him sound pissed before.

“Did I not specifically say ‘hey, guys, maybe we should lay off the non-essential felonies for a bit’? ‘We don’t want to draw attention to ourselves’? Because that sure looks like fuckin’ arson right there on the front page of the mornin’ paper. Goddamnit, Aurore, it’s hard enough tryin’ to keep some dipshit magician from They Who off our tail, we don’t need extraneous—“

Your brain took a sleepy second to process all of this information, but when it finally seized on the phrase ‘morning paper’, you bolted upright from under the blankets in a mix of alarm and - if you could stand to admit it to yourself - morbid curiosity. “Holy shit, we made the paper?” 

You scoured the bedclothes for the copy in question, finding where it had landed next to you and snatching it up in interest.

Maxi’s voice choked into a surprised squeak, and you glanced up to find him in his waistcoat and rolled-up shirtsleeves, still standing with his hands on his hips at the end of the bed. 

You couldn’t help a smile at his expression. “Morning, Maxi.”

Maxi’s face was flushed, startled and clearly mortified. “I— Oh, no. I’m so sorry, you’re definitely not my sister.” He gave you an apologetic grimace, but couldn’t quite bring himself to hold eye contact with you in any sort of undress. He fixed his gaze on the intricate antique wallpaper and folded his arms over his chest, clearly flustered between his instincts of being a good host and immediately excusing himself. “I apologize, man, I didn’t realize you were stayin’ over. I would’ve knocked first, I swear.”

You couldn’t help but smile a little, shrugging casually. “It’s cool bro, it happens.” You looked back to the front page, seeing a photo of the charred remnants splashed wide over the fold. “So this place we torched must’ve belonged to someone important, huh?”

“I— wait, you were there?” Maxi turned to look at you in surprise and immediately looked away again, pulling his glasses hurriedly off his face. “Shit, sorry. But when did—“

He was cut short by Rora’s bedroom door bursting open, Hex sliding in in his usual hoodie, ripped jeans, and sock feet. He threw a second copy of the paper onto Rora’s bedspread with a flourish. “Girl, you are so busted, Maxi’s gonna have an aneur— Oh, fuck!” As soon as he noticed it was you, Hex immediately spun around to face the wall opposite you and nearly smacked into the doorframe in the process. “You’re not Rora.”

“Well spotted, Hex,” Maxi drawled.

“Man, shut up,” Hector muttered, glaring over at Maxi before nervously looking over his shoulder at you, also determined to not make eye contact. “Sorry, bro, I didn’t know—“

“We got in late,” you said, fighting a laugh at both the Morvants’ obvious discomfort as they tried to avoid witnessing you in a vulnerable state without your permission. “It’s all good, dude.”

“Well, still,” Hex mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I woulda knocked first — wait, what are you doing in here?” He turned, pointing accusatorially at Maxi.

“Don’t look at me, I intended to have a chat with my dear sister,” Maxi snapped, his tone one of politely strained frustration on the last two words. “And I seem to have beat you here, at any rate.”

“Does this mean you all regularly burst in on each other dramatically?” you asked, leaning back against the pillows as you raised an amused eyebrow.

“Well, Rora’s usually still in her pajamas by now,” Maxi said with a shy shrug. “It’s before noon.”

“Or she’s at least decent,” Hex added. “How about we just, uh—“

“What,” came a voice like ice from the doorway. “Are you idiots doing in here?”

The three of you looked around in unison to see Rora looming just outside, holding a tray bearing two coffee mugs and a small vase with a single white rose. She was indeed still in her pajamas, but her glare betrayed any sense of sleepy relaxation she might have projected. If looks could kill, you got the feeling both Maxi and Hector would be foaming at the mouth and twitching on the ancient rug.

“We just came in to talk to you, we didn’t know he was here—“ Maxi said, holding up one palm and the hand holding his glasses in a peacemaking gesture.

“Huge misunderstanding, we were just leaving,“ Hex agreed, nodding furiously and backing up a step.

“You’re lucky I have my hands full or I’d have both your hides for lampshades,” Rora said, her voice eerily calm despite her clearly clenched hands around the tray. “Or worse.”

“There’s worse than being made into lampshades?” you piped up, deeply curious and also somewhat dreading the answer.

“There is… when you have senior year photos like theirs,” Rora said with an eerie smile and a forced sweetness. She strode in and calmly set the tray on the end of her bed in front of you, before facing her family with her hands clasped behind her back. “Isn’t that right, boys?”

Both Maxi and Hex had merely ignored the lampshade threat, but this seemed to strike a chord with both of them; Maxi put his glasses back on with clear consternation, Hex visibly bristled.

“You wouldn’t,” Maxi said, his voice carefully level.

Rora pulled her phone out of the waistband of her paint-splattered shorts and held it up tauntingly. “I’ve had ‘em both in the… the…” She paused, her lips pressing together as she struggled to remember. Slowly, her head turned just enough to get you within the corner of her eye. “…On my phone, somewhere.”

“She has them saved in a folder to be unleashed on the Mortuary groupchat,” you filled in for her, selecting one of the coffee mugs for yourself and watching the boys over it as you took a slip. “As deemed necessary.” You gave them a smile, unable to resist. “I helped.”

 “Man, I wasn’t even going to school in the States anymore, come on!” Hector pouted, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets.

“At least we have ‘em,” Maxi said dryly, trying to seem disaffected as he surveyed Rora over the frames of his glasses. But you clocked the way his arms were still folded tightly over his chest, the way he shifted slightly on his feet. “Helps when you’re not six feet under in leak-proof linin’.”

You looked immediately to Rora, trying to figure out if her brother had crossed a line and you needed to intervene. Maxi and Rora were often cutting to each other — especially about the subject of Rora’s teenage demise, now acting like it was something as simple as a bad haircut or a case of braces. But there were moments between the two on both sides that, if you didn’t know them better, you would’ve mistaken for mean. Not that Ror pulled her punches, but you still couldn’t help but feel protective of her.

Rora only rolled her eyes in response. “God knows you still could’ve used a shot of embalming fluid to give you some color.” She mimicked his folded arms, and the resemblance between the two was stronger than usual. It was often easy to forget they were twins until they argued, when suddenly it was impossible not to see each as the other’s dark reflection despite Rora’s ‘new’ body.

You wondered abruptly just how closely they’d resembled one another when she was in her original. Seeing them in photos was one thing, but you had a feeling seeing them in the flesh would’ve been downright eerie.

You heard your name out of Rora’s mouth, which suddenly brought you back into the conversation. “—Should be able to expect a modicum of privacy when they’re staying over, it’s part of the House Rules.” She flipped her hair off her shoulder with a scowl. “FT was the one that made such a big to-do about making some to begin with, so where do you, in particular, get off—“

“No one’s disagreein’ with that, Rorabelle, but that doesn’t change why I walked in here originally,” Maxi interrupted, his gaze steadfast. He pointed to the newspaper Hex had thrown at the end of the bed. “What the hell were you thinkin’ last night?”

“What is it the kids say nowadays? ‘It’s my Death-iversary and I get to pick the coping mechanism.’” Rora waved him off, her perfect mouth a pout.

You froze, nearly dropping your coffee mug. “Wait, it was your what?” Your mind suddenly kicked into overdrive. You knew it was coming up, but you hadn’t been sure of the exact date. You’d been pondering flowers, maybe dinner— whatever it was you got for a pretty lady back from the grave. “You didn’t tell me,” you said, unable to keep the hurt entirely out of your voice.

“I was going to.” Rora couldn’t quite meet your eyes, pretending she was still having a stare-off with her brother even though he was looking at you with the same amount of confusion. “…Later.”

“I offered to bake you a cake! Cook something nice!” Hex chimed in, his doe eyes wounded “You said ‘No, Hex, I don’t wanna talk about it, Hex,’ and then you run off and burn shit down without me? The hell?”

“Hector, you’re not helpin’.” Maxi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose under his glasses. “Ror, we talked about this. I know you know better.”

“We get it, Maxi, you do a great impression of Mama,” Rora rolled her eyes again.

“You think I wanna spend what free time I get bossin’ my grown sister around?!” Maxi threw a hand up in the air as his other fell back to his hip, frustrated. “If you’d just act your real age and stop usin’ highly flammable accelerants as an emotional outlet—“

You raised your hand sheepishly. “Hey dude, I’m the one who drove her there.” You didn’t want Rora to take the flack alone, though you admitted to also having worried about how this seemed to be turning into a pattern.

“But did she tell you where you were going first? Or why?” Hector raised an eyebrow as he turned to look at you.

“You leave him out of this,” Rora hissed, turning on Hector.

Hex threw his hands up. “He brought himself into it!”

“And that’s another thing,” Maxi said, glaring at Rora. He paused, looking back to you with a gentler expression. “Look, man, you’re obviously an adult, I’m not about to tell you what choices to make, but also,” he looked pointedly back to Rora. “I woulda told you first.”

“Oh, like FT hasn’t straight up murdered a guy because you asked them to?” Rora’s hands went to her hips.

You blinked, looking to Maxi curiously. You’d never heard this before.

“They knew what we were doin’, it’s different,” Maxi insisted, though you caught his ears turning the slightest shade of pink.

“I don’t think you get to be on a high horse about askin’ your Final to stab a dude when all I got Petal involved in was some light arson, that’s two totally different prison sentences,” Rora shot back.

You opened your mouth, about to ask how prison was involved in this and if this meant you’d also have to stab a guy, when a figure appeared in the doorway.

“Why don’t I ever get to do anything fun?”

Hector’s partner — clad, you noted shyly, in what looked like just one of his more oversized, worn out hoodies — was leaning in the doorway with two mugs that smelled heavily of cinnamon. They were looking at Hector specifically, though when they noticed you, they waved as best as they could with one mug. “Oh, hey buddy!”

You raised your mug in return, smiling. “Hey.” 

You’d been introduced to the boys’ partners the longer you’d hung around the Mortuary, and by now, the three of you had what you considered a pretty chill acquaintanceship, even if your circumstances were… unusual. Perhaps especially because of that, as there were certain parts of your relationship with Rora you were less likely to bring up in casual chats with your own circle of friends. 

The whole her-being-undead part, for example.

They looked back to Hector, eyes sweetly wide. “But for real, why am I getting left out? I want to do fun illegal stuff.”

“Because I know better,” Hector said smugly, holding out his arm for his partner to come join him. “And I wouldn’t ever stoop so low as to endanger my baby. Unlike some people.”

Querida — or Q, as they sometimes went by now for something more gender-neutral — looked confused as they walked over, frowning slightly as Hex took a proffered mug and kissed their temple. “But weren’t we just saying last night that we were gonna try—“ 

Hex made a show of slurping his coffee louder than you would’ve thought possible, drowning their question out. “This is fantastic, mi amor, thank you so much. You know just how I like it.”

The twins loudly scoffed in unison.

“‘Know better,’ bull-fuckin’-shit,” Maxi said, irritated.

“Hector, you little lyin’—“ Rora snapped.

The twins both were arguing with Hex and each other, and you and Q could only look at one another with an awkward shrug and a grimace over your respective mugs. Necromancer business was hard to get involved in from your standpoints as mortals, so when it came to free-for-alls, there really wasn’t much either of you were able to do.

“Don’t we have a rule about inviting everyone to House meetings?” 

The cacophony of justifications paused as Maxi’s partner emerged from the shadow of the doorway. They were still in a torn-up old concert t-shirt and faded cotton shorts with their hair slightly mussed, sleepily rubbing an eye as though they’d just woken up despite Maxi already being dressed for work. “And one about no new business before noon on weekends, unless it’s—“ They had to pause, trying to muffle a soft yawn. “An emergency?”

The three Morvants glanced at each other and then at FT, with some mumbles of agreement in their direction.

You perked up, sipping your coffee again. The three of them and FT had a fascinating relationship, if you were being honest. You suspected that was because they had been around the longest, and because they were the one who had established the precedent for mortals being accepted into the family. While FT was still mortal - you were pretty sure, anyway - they were the only one who seemed comfortable getting in the middle when all three were annoyed with each other. More importantly, all three of them seemed to willing to listen… to a degree, at least.

You weren’t sure when, if ever, you’d feel comfortable enough to waltz up and tell the three of them to chill out.

“I’d argue this counts,” Maxi said quietly, though his eyes were soft as he waited for FT to join him. When they made it to his side, he leaned down to kiss their forehead before folding them into a hug.

“I’m sure you do, you big Goody Two-shoes,” Rora grumbled, without any real venom to it. She examined her nails pointedly. “It’s just my brother bein’ my brother, doll face, you know him.”

“I do,” FT agreed, more sighing the words than speaking them. But it was a contented sigh — one you understood well. 

You felt the same thing seep into your chest and color your breath whenever you watched Rora concentrating at her workbench, or putting on makeup at her vanity, or even just staring out the window. 

A pang like the sweetest kind of bruise.

FT hugged Maxi’s waist, and for a lingering minute, the two of them just rocked slightly back and forth, staring intently into each other’s eyes. 

But you realized there was something more going on there than just their usual gushiness — you managed to catch the barely imperceptible flicker of a literal spark between them, jumping off Maxi’s fingertip as he traced it down the skin of FT’s arm towards their elbow.

Something changed in FT’s eyes, and you saw them lock onto a spot in the distance, focusing on something you couldn’t see. When Maxi finally let go to stand back up, FT just stretched, yawning again as though it hadn’t happened. 

“Anyway, if you guys are done warming up your vocals,” they teased. “I think I’ll take the other mortals with me to the kitchen, if I can borrow them for a bit.” They glanced at Querida and then at you, smiling a little. “See if we can’t agree on something for breakfast, huh?”

Rora’s eyes narrowed. “What’d he tell you?”

“He didn’t need to tell me anything, Ror, I heard y’all through the bedroom floor,” they said breezily, walking back towards the doorway. “We’re just gonna go stare at the pantry while you guys take a minute.” They leaned against the doorframe, glancing to you and then to Querida again. “If you guys don’t mind giving me a hand?”

Querida gave Hector a sidelong look, and he squeezed their hip with his free hand, his eyes briefly darting from FT’s and back to theirs. They shrugged, taking a long drink of their coffee — and doing something with their hand behind Hex’s back that made him startle slightly, giving them an annoyed yet affectionate look.

 “We should probably do something with the eggs soon,” they agreed, leaving Hector’s side to stand against the other side of the doorframe. “I’d hate for them to go to waste.”

The two of them looked expectantly to you — but you hesitated, turning back to Rora.

Rora’s gaze was locked on her relatives, her arms still resolutely folded. You recognized the set of her shoulders, the steady tug at the corner of her mouth from last night. When you noticed her glare was already a brilliant green, and you knew, with a sinking feeling, that there was no talking her down from this one.

But the spell was broken for just an instant as she seemed to feel your gaze, and she paused, the fury in her eyes dimming just slightly as she looked your way. “…It’s fine, little bee,” she muttered, trying to give you a smile that came out more a grimace. Her eyes returned almost immediately to the other Morvants. “Give me a minute to sort out my family, would you?”

You looked instinctively to Maxi and Hector, unable to quash the desire to check for potential threats.

 Maxi’s face was deliberately, frustratingly neutral, his gaze fixed on Rora. Hex seemed to be absently sucking on the inside of his cheek as if almost… amused by the whole situation.

At last, you rose from the comfort of Rora’s bed, already longing for the warm softness of her sheets again as you drained your coffee cup in a last gulp.

“I’ll just be outside,” you murmured, nudging her affectionately as you walked by.

Rora barely nodded in acknowledgement, still staring down her relatives as if lying in wait.

“C’mon,” FT said quietly, giving you a reassuring smile as you headed towards the door. “We need all the help we can get, making the Waffles vs. Pancakes vs. Crepes decision.”

“I’m always for pancakes,” Querida said with a wink.

You gave them a small smile, but couldn’t help but look back over your shoulder as FT waved to the Morvants and pulled the bedroom door shut behind the three of you.

Before the door had even shut all the way, you saw the three necromancers nearly lunge at each other, all talking at once in fierce whispers.

You looked back to FT and Querida, only to see that Q seemed to also be looking concerned.

“…Should we be worried?” they whispered.

FT rolled their eyes, but there was a playfulness to it. “No, trust me,” they whispered back. They slung their arms around both your and Q’s shoulders, giving you both a half hug before heading down the hallway. “They’re all at least half Cajun with untreated anxiety and attachment issues they’re still in the process of healing. They’re gonna hiss and growl and cuss each other out for a few minutes, and they’ll be over it before we even finish brewing more coffee.” They gave you an especially pointed look. “And the boys would die before they ever upset Rora on purpose, I promise.”

You felt your shoulders lighten a little as you followed them, the gloom of the House starting to similarly lighten up as you headed down the stairs to the first floor. “You seem… used to this,” you muttered, unable to help your curiosity.

FT shrugged. “Before you two came around, dating Maxi was kind of like dating the whole family for a bit. Metaphorically, of course,” they added quickly, looking first over their shoulder at Querida and then at you. “Nothing weird - well, weirder than usual, I just mean…” They paused, their eyes searching the ceiling as they chose their words. “…Being a third party, even a biased one, meant I was someone they all tried to make their case to at times. Just for the sake of having someone around who wasn’t blood.” They shrugged. “You can imagine the three of them trying to sort their shit out by themselves before that. I must’ve made for a nice change of pace.”

“Weren’t Maxi and Hector not speaking for, like… a decade?” Querida asked, raising an eyebrow.

“My point exactly,” FT pointed to Q as they bumped the kitchen door open with their hip, leading you all inside. “And the version I heard was a decade and change,” they added, lowering their voice despite the necromancers being a whole floor away at this point. 

As they opened the cabinet where the mugs were stored, you leaned your back against a far counter, and watched Q rest their elbows on the kitchen island.

FT held up a finger while they poured themselves the remnants of the current pot and took a sip - then looked to Q out of the corner of their eye with a sly twinkle. “You and I ought to compare notes sometime.”

Q’s lips pressed together thoughtfully, shifting slightly where they were leaning as though they weren’t so sure about that.

FT waved their free hand casually. “Not to start anything — you’ll stand by yours,” they said, nodding towards the second floor. “And I’ll stand by mine. I know that. That’s how it’s supposed to work. I just mean…” They paused, taking another sip as they chose their words. 

You wondered if it was obvious that you were leaning just the tiniest bit forward, curious.

They took a breath, before glancing from Q to you. “I love them,” FT said softly. “But sometimes, as well-meaning as they are, they can… forget what normal thresholds are. For mortals.”

You tried to keep your face in check as you remembered Rora saying FT had straight up murked a guy, throwing it out there like it was common knowledge amongst the family. As casually as if it was just something especially wild at Mardi Gras.

“And while they’d never do anything to hurt us,” FT said, their face serious. “It can be… helpful,” they continued. “If the three of us are all on the same page with what we know.” They looked meaningfully between the two of you, holding each of your gazes for a minute. “As a barometer, of sorts.”

“A touchstone,” Q said quietly.

FT smiled wryly, gesturing to Q with the rim of their coffee mug. “Exactly.”

Q nodded, their eyes falling to where their elbows rested on the counter as they pondered this.

FT looked to you, their smile softer now, and seemed to be genuinely waiting for a response.

You sucked the inside of your cheek, your arms folded over your chest. You couldn’t pretend you didn’t still have the faintest lingering trace of gasoline and smoke in your nose.

“I only mean it as a place to check in,” FT said, drawing your eyes back to them. “Another way of keeping things in the family. No narcs or anything like that - Jesus, obviously,” they said, laughing slightly and gesturing to themselves, like they’d picked up on your earlier thought. “And obviously again, if something was wrong, you’d talk to yours about it.” They flicked a hand back up towards the bedrooms. “I’m just thinking…” FT bit their lower lip, trailing off again.

You could kind of see why Maxi and FT fit so well together; you’d never met two people who took such pains to say something the right way. Like they had seen exactly what could happen when those words misfired.

FT finally let out a low chuckle, almost like a sigh. “I guess when I was still getting used to the - y’know,” They indicated the basement and Everything Below. “I missed being able to tell someone about it who hadn’t grown up with it. Who had an outside perspective.” They looked between the two of you again, almost shy now. “Does that make sense?”

After a second, you found yourself nodding. 

It wasn’t like you could tell your friends from home about this any time soon. Much less your coworkers. 

���Say, what’d you and your girlfriend get up to this weekend?’ 

‘Oh, committed an act of arson she still hasn’t totally explained the significance of to me; probably against someone who wronged her before she died super traumatically at eighteen and then came back from the dead. The usual.’

Yeah. You couldn’t see that really going well.

You couldn’t help but notice the relief around FT’s eyes - that made you pause. Had they thought you were going to say no?

“…Yeah,” Q said after a moment, looking up from the counter. They nodded slowly, still mulling it over - Q, you’d noticed, was someone who took their time swishing things around in their head like they were tasting wine. “I see how that could feel… lonely.”

FT gestured to Q again, their relief deepening. “Yes. Yeah. I mean, as lonely as you can feel with the three of them always around, y’know.”

You couldn’t help a smile; Rora was quite the presence in and of herself. She had a way of being felt through the room, even if she was silently threading a needle or de-boning a found dead nutria. Three Morvants at once must have felt like a crowd. A very peculiar crowd.

“It doesn’t have to be, like, right now,” FT said quickly, looking between the two of you. “I just figured, since they need to have their own… little chats, sometimes.” They shrugged, finally relaxing as they leaned back against the counter. “We might as well have ours. …And I’d like to be there,” they added, quietly. “For y’all. If you need anything.”

“Final, you’re such a sap,” Q grinned.

“Yeah, I know.” FT shrugged, grinning themselves now. “It’s why I got Maxi.” They tilted their chin up towards the second floor with a slightly dreamy smile.

“Aw, Hex can totally be a sap,” Q teased. “You just have to know how to get him there. He acts all spacey-spooky and disaffected, but when he has his feet on the ground, he’s mushy as hell.”

You chuckled a little at this, and they both looked at you.

“What’s Rora like?” FT asked, curious.

“Yeah, for real. Not gonna lie,” Q said, angling now to face you. “Rora seems… like, she’s cool,” they hedged, holding up a hand. “But she seems like she could be…” 

Q glanced at FT, who looked equally not sure about the right word.

You smiled. “She’s intense.” They both relaxed slightly, as they were apparently going to choose that word themselves. “Even when she’s soft, she’s…” 

You remembered her eyes shining in the dark, green like the sky before a tornado, like a distant planet the ancients would have associated with the goddess of death. How her kiss felt like stealing the breath from your lungs.

“She’s like a storm,” you said softly, your eyes somewhat unfocused. “But also like when the rain slows down, and its warm and humid. There’s just so much of her, all the time,” you went on. “But I always want to be in the middle of it. Of her.” You looked back to them at last. “The world feels more alive when I’m with her than I’ve ever felt otherwise. Like suddenly I’m in it, when I’ve spent so many years just watching.” You glanced between the two of them. “You know what I mean?”

It took you a second to realize that they were both smiling, seeming to hold back quiet laughter. For a moment, you felt just a tiny bit perplexed - hadn’t you all just been talking about confiding in each other? - when you realized they were both looking between you and something just over your shoulder.

You realized what, exactly, when you felt two cool, solid arms wind themselves around your waist from behind you. 

“Well.” Rora’s voice was quiet in your ear, like distant thunder. She rested her chin your shoulder, pressing her cheek to yours. “Go on. Don’t stop on my account.”

“Wow, dude,” you heard Hector laugh from behind you, and felt him cuff the shoulder Rora wasn’t leaning on. “This is the earliest in the day I’ve ever seen her blush. Go you.”

You closed your eyes briefly, realizing all three of them must have been looming there. You’d forgotten how much they liked to loom.

“Shut up, Hector,” Rora muttered. But the way you felt her face dip further towards your shoulder made you wonder if there was maybe some truth to it.

“I think it’s sweet,” Maxi chimed in, he and Hector coming around you and Rora on either side to enter the kitchen. He settled next to FT by the coffee machine, whereas Hector walked over to the kitchen island and hip-checked Q. 

“And it saves me from havin’ to have the ‘you hurt my sister and I’ll make your skin into shoes’ talk.” Maxi looked back to you, smiling amiably. “It’s old-fashioned and paternalistic, I know,” he said, with an apologetic shrug. “But I’d feel remiss in my brotherly duties if I didn’t.”

You smiled, a bit perplexed. “What is it about this family and making people’s skin into things?”

“Mm.” Rora kissed your cheek. “It’s a tradition that goes back generations. Don’t ask.”

“Yeah, you really don’t wanna see what’s in the attic,” Hector said, his own smirk grim. “Let’s just say don’t trust anything here that looks like it’s leather and older than…” He scrunched his face slightly, doing some mental math. “I don’t know, thirty years?” He looked to Maxi. “Our dads kinda started leaving off, right?”

“‘Cause Mama kept complainin’ about the smell, said it was givin’ her migraines,” Maxi said, nodding. “And it’s just fuckin’ weird.”

“And I’m sure it would clash with your design sensibilities for the House,” FT added, nudging Maxi gently in the ribs. 

“Well… that too,” Maxi agreed, after a moment.

“And you guys haven’t made any progress on the breakfast question at all, have you,” Hector said, looking to Q.

“None whatsoever,” Q confirmed with a nod.

Hector threw up his hands in mock frustration. “I get no help around here! Nada!” He moved to the fridge, Q just behind him. “Did you even look at the eggs?”

You watched the pair of them immediately debating between themselves as to what looked good, whereas Maxi and FT were chatting idly as Maxi refilled the coffee machine. 

You just stood in the middle of it all, reaching up to hug Rora’s arms as she continued to lean against you. 

“For the record,” she said softly, still speaking in your ear. “The world feels more alive with you in it, too.” She pressed her lips to your cheek again, petal-soft. “Or at least, I do.”

You leaned back against her chest, and she stroked your upper arm, swaying gently together as the morning burned brighter around you.

if you've read this far, I hope you find a summer romance that makes you feel like you're driving away from a house your crush burned down /positive 🖤

[secretlittleclover]

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*18+ suggestive themes, swearing, daddy kink if you look at it that way, mentions of nausea/vomiting, crying, begging to be loved (not really i’m just being dramatic), angst if you squint,mentions of p in v, squirt, there's a lot in here,unprotected sex (I don't condone this behavior) I think that is all but let me know*

p.s- this is based off my life but I wrote it as reader x JJ and the sake of it I'm making him like my partner (they act similar) we'll call him Lover!JJ (if you know then you know)for the comfort of any readers. Some people have other names just in case they didn't want to be apart of this mess. This is for pure fun and petty behavior.

Playlist link-https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4ITpX19rUCHse1J5toJCm7?si=lPFu6-E9Sq6RIENVdG1iNQ

You loved to travel, experiencing new adventures and food were the best things life has to offer. The keys were fun but a small portion of you wanted nothing more than to lay in JJ's king size bed and to snuggle with all the plushies you had left over there,drowning in his scent until you fall into a deep sleep. You desperately needed it after throwing your guts up first thing in the morning.

Sitting in the car for hours was pure hell especially when you were having the worst headache,it felt as though your brain was trying to break out of your skull. You aren't someone who likes sitting down for even twenty minutes so to do it for almost three hours was making you beyond anxious,practically shaking in your seat to get out of the car. JJ noticed you were suffering and suggested you put on music to distract yourself so you picked the one playlist that would have your mind very occupied. As you selected the playlist titled yearning , Janet Jackson's soft, seductive voice fills the silent void in the truck. About two minutes in your eye fucking JJ while singing along- "I just wanna touch you,tease you,lick you,please you, love you, hold you, make love to you" - lover shook his head and let a soft smirk cross his face. It was cute until you reached over the center console staring right at him with your hand softly grazing across his lap singing "and I'm gonna kiss you, suck you, taste you, ride you, feel you deep inside me" . A lesson was learned after that instance, unless you want your face fucked 'til your jaw is sore in the far away parking spot of a bass pro shop, never tease JJ while he's driving.

After what felt like a lifetime of driving you finally made it home, JJ's home that is but practically your home, right? Not even ten minutes into making it home JJ's friends invited him to dinner, usually you would be excited to tag along but with the nausea and headache you decided to sit this one out. JJ did feel bad with how bad you had been feeling so he gave you a bit of money to get whatever you want, "If it can help bring back my baby's smile that's all I care about" he smiled. Before leaving JJ insisted that you take some medication and stop saying that you don't need it and you'll just "thug it out". After trying to fight it, you realized you really did need medicine, it was just your luck that there was nothing in the medicine cabinet. What did you expect from a single man in his late 30s,hm?

After an hour of agonizing pain and responding to anons you get the bright idea to make a reenactment of you and JJ having sex in the form of a smut, it would give you a reason to write plus it would be petty, doesn't get much better than that after all your only eighteen, you have your whole rest of your life to be mature. As soon as you heard the sweet sound of that Yamaha R125 , you texted a quick ask to your favorite blog, Star, and rushed downstairs awaiting your lover, your skin buzzing with excitement as the door unlocks. As JJ steps into the door greeting you, he kisses your forehead, you give him time to get out of his gear while asking how his night out was. "It was great sweet pea, would have been much better if you were there" Lover smiles before delivering a few soft pecks on your lips. "You have that flavored shit on don't you?" JJ asks, of course you have on flavored lip gloss, it was JJ's favorite and if JJ loved it, you loved it too.

JJ wasted no time almost dragging you upstairs, it wasn't anything new to you, there was little to no moments where he wasn't in a rush to stuff his thick cock inside of you. His lips clinging to your body,barely coming up to breathe, his hands raking up and down your body. Pushing up your (technically his) shirt just enough to reveal your bare breast and panties, lowering his head to kiss the two perfect mounds, trying his best to give them both equal love but honestly spending more time with one than the other. As JJ's lips wrapped around your nipples, lightly sucking on them (something you usually enjoyed), you started to feel disconnected from the experience, your mind preoccupied with comments made by anons and bitter women on the beach. You knew it was silly and you should have been present but something was just bugging you, now JJ has noticed your sudden disconnect.

"You wanna tell me why you are in la la land" JJ says sternly. You tried to play it off but JJ isn't one to try and lie to. When you do tell him what is bothering you, he laughs right in your face. "Really?" he raises his eyebrow "Come on puddin I know you better than that, since when have you cared so much about some random bitches on the internet?" he shakes he head and awaits for your answer but when you just sit there, trying to hide the fact that your eyes are swelling with tears he simply replies "It's because of that day at the beach,ain't it?" you nod, he sighs while pulling down your shirt, holding you close to him, letting you cry into the crook of his neck. For a while he just lets you cry, not saying a word until you say "I wish you'd love me the way I love you" to which he replies "I know sweet pea, I'm sorry" while rocking you back and forth. You tried to get him to just touch you even a little bit in the way you wanted but he wouldn't. "I know this isn't what you want but it's what you need, focus on your breathing baby" he instructed you.

Eventually you stop crying, your breath starts to steady, you look up at JJ, big doe eyes and all, pressing your lips against his. When you pull away he smiles, swiping his thumb over your pouty bottom lip. "You done with all that crying now?' he asked, you nod still sniffling a little. JJ maneuvers you both so that your laying down, head perched up slightly by the silk pillows he got for you-he knows it has something to do with your hair but he doesn't bother to understand the benifits- his hands trail over you body before lifting your shirt once more, kissing down your neck, to your chest, to your tummy, you stop him once you feel his mouth hovering over your panties. "Papa-" he quickly shushes you "It's okay sweet pea, daddy's just gonna make you feel good okay? 'm gonna make all those bad thoughts go away" maybe it was the way he spoke so deeply and stern, so determined, that made you wanted to give him anything he asked for.

JJ comes back up capturing your lips into a deep kiss. His hands finding a way between you legs, thumb circling your clit painfully slow, panties long gone. You knew that whining and bucking your hips to get any once of friction you can was pathetic but you didn't care anymore, you needed him. He wasted zero time diving his head back down and wrapping mouth around your clit,sucking and licking like his life depended on it. Hearing you let out soft mewls of pleasure was music to his ears. Seeing your face contort in pure pleasure as his fingers worked simultaneously to spread you open was like rainbows to his eyes.

Once he feels that you are ready or rather is too impatient to keep going he drags you to the edge of the bed, softly rubbing your soaked puffy folds with his thumb while his other hand works to get his pants and boxers down, removing his thumb only to slap this his thick cock against your pussy a few times before sliding his flushed, swollen, tip against your sex. JJ pushes your legs to your chest before sinking into you. It's still a new feeling for you since you were a virgin when you met lover. His hands rested on the back of your thighs, letting his head fall back and his eyes close, softly stroking your thigh with his thumb to comfort you. "It's alright baby, I know I know" he coos slowly pushing as much of his cock your tight cunt could take. "There you go puppy, feels much better now right? Fuck this is all mine,this is real, nobody can take that away from you". He gives you mercy on holding your legs to your chest and allows you to drape them over his shoulders, resting his forehead against yours momentarily. JJ thrusts faster, making sure he hits exactly where you need, not that he needed to try so hard, his cock curved slightly downward exactly where you needed, it was like it was made for you to take. "I've got the sweetest little angel in my bed every night you think I give a fuck about what bitter motherfuckers say,hm? People talk sweetheart but as long as I'm buried into this sweet greedy little cunt I don't give a fuck about who has a problem with it" you wish you could say something, anything, but nothing but needy whimpers and moans fell from your lips.

You felt yourself getting closer, as JJ's thrust became sloppier yet still rough while ramming into you, you knew he was close too. Your eyes slowly start to fall until JJ grabs your face forcing you to look at him. "Keep those pretty eyes on me sweet pea 'wanna see your eyes when you cum" he chuckles as you grab at his shirt he didn't bother taking off as your legs tremble, you brain was pretty much mush at this point, it was all so overstimulating and as soon as he saw those tears start to form in your eyes and that desperate little cunt clenching around him, he knew.

"You gonna cum, you gonna cum for papa sweet girl" you nod mindlessly, staring into his eyes as your toes curl. It didn't dawn on you that squirted all over the floor but it didn't matter once JJ pulled his cock out, stroking it right over your pussy, practically coating it with hot spurts of cum.

JJ grabbed the nearest cloth he could find to wipe you up,throwing it in a random corner of the room before laying down next to you and holding you in his arms. "I love you" you whispered into his neck, "I know sweetheart" he kisses your forehead. You knew that you weren't going to be a life long partner. You knew that this wasn't going to end the way you needed but this made you happy. Being his made you so happy. One thing was for sure, he really did have a magic stick in his pants that made all the sickness go away.

~Clover

[gretavanlace]

Hiiiii! first and foremost, I really love your work!

Can you write a jake fic where the reader is plus-size? I’m a plus-size reader and I rarely find fics that include different sizes.

I would love it the most coming from you! <333

Thank you!

You would love it the most coming from me? 🥹 That really means a lot, thank you, sweet pea ❤️

Do you have anything specific in mind?

[xserpentlife]

Masterlist *Requests Open*

Requesting Rules/Requests I take

Come Join Waywar-River and I’s Discord

Sweet Pea

Well this is Awkward

Needy Boy

Just Dance With Me

I’m Fine plus size reader

I’ll Wait plus size reader

I Promise

I hate you, I love you

It’s Stupid

He’s Coming

The Set Up

Can’t We Be More *Smut*

Constant Male x Male

Take It

Upstairs

Ruined

Let Me Go

It’s My Fault

On Your Terms

Make Me

Woah

Wait

Feel it

Run A/B/O Dynamic

Protect You Male x Male

Perfect Match

Forever

Home

The Box

Scales and Stones Dragon!AU

Empty *Smut*

Look at Me

Care *Smut*

Talk to Me

Love or Hate Halloween

Everything Was Normal

Drip

Sparks Halloween

Vulnerable Halloween

Kitten Halloween - Kinda Smut

Mirror

Defend

Misunderstood

7 Months

More *Smut*

Working From Home *Smut*

Hidden in Private *Smut*

Flower

Spaces *Smut*

Too Much - Part 1 Part 2

Fling - Part 1 Part 2

Forgotten - Part 1 Part 2

Protector - Part 1 Part 2

Relief Werewolf!AU - Part 1 Part 2

Did You Hear Me - Part 1 Part 2

Blind - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Fangs

Lose Me

Crutch

Wrong Turn

Saving You

Peace

Leave Right Now

Forever and Then Some (Halloween)

Secrets (Halloween)

Stuck (Halloween Time Travel AU)

Present

Open Your Eyes - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Malachai

Lifeline Magic!AU

Intrigue

Tease

Give It Up

Reggie

Collide

You’re What!

Jughead

Safe

Can I get some sort of cute Jughead bff blurb? Needing a pick me up

Misc

Pretending (Fp Jones)

Starved (Platonic Jug, Sweets Fangs Toni)

Moodboards

Vampire Moodboards (Pea,Mal, Fangs, Reader, Relationship)

Holiday Moodboards (Fangs, Pea)

Bingo Moodboards *Large Variety of Boards Here* (Most are not specific to characters, made for @riverdalebingo​ many different concepts)

Sunflower Wedding x Fangs

Fake Socials

Sweet Pea x Fem!Reader College Travel

Sweet Pea x Emo Fem!Reader

Fangs x Plus Size County Girl Fem!Reader

Fangs x Plus size Country Girl Disney x Harry Potter Wedding Continuation

Choose your character halloween x reader (Continution of HP wedding)

Fangs x Fem!Reader New Serpent

Fangs x Fem!Reader dating Pea’s sister in secret

Fangs x Bi Fem!Reader at Pride

Jughead x Fem!Reader Rainy day

Cheryl x Artsy Fem!Reader

Reggie x Fem!Reader on a Texas/Longhorns game trip

Concepts

Sweet Pea being clueless af being a dad but tries so hard  

Being Jugs sister and dating sweet pea

Sheriff found out his little girl (daughter) dating a bad boy, skyscraper Sweet pea

Joining the Serpents and knowing parseltongue

AU where Jason lives. How different do you think Cheryl would’ve been?

Fangs definitely loves playing with your hair

Dirty talk with Fangs

I feel like fangs getting super nervous on the first day of school so he just holds your hand the entire time

How do you think rebounding from jugs to fangs would go?

Being a virgin and asking fangs or sweet pea ( your best friend ) to take your virginity.

Waking up from a one night stand to sweet pea/and or/ fangs looking at you adorably

I feel like Fangs is more of a hands-on romantic and Sweet Pea is a practical romantic

If you were alone with one of them at a time (Toni, Fangs, Jughead, and Sweet Pea) and began crying/having severe anxiety, how would each of them react?

How would SP, Juggie, and Fangs make love to you the first time?

Being friends with Jug/Fangs/SP and each of them walk in on you touching yourself and moaning their name. How would they each react?

Stumbling into the Wyrm after getting the crap beat out of you by some Ghoulies. How would the gang react?

Going to the gym w Sweets and Fangs

vampire!Sweet Pea and Malachai turning his s/o because she is dying

Prompt lists

When sending in a request please put character and the number of the prompt list as well as the number of the prompt you choose. Feel free to mix and match!!

Halloween

Holiday

List 1

List 2

List 3

List 4

List 5

[veronicawritesstuff]

Serpent Boy with Kind Eyes (Sweet Pea x you)

AN: This was a requested story by @zoeygraygubler. Thank you for the request. This is my first requested fic so it if is not up to par, constructive criticism is welcomed. Let me know if I did you justice :). This again will most likely be a multi-part I get waaay to thorough.

Original request: Could the reader be plus sized. They aren’t a south side but they aren’t the whole preppy northsider. Do you think you could write a fic where sweet pea asks her out on a date and she gets excited but someone tells her she’s not good enough, that she’ll never be for him because she’s not worth it. She ends up going on the date and yk they have a good time. Maybe skip forward idk they’ve been dating and have some smut.

Being a Northsider has its ups and downs. Being a plus sized Northsider has more downs than ups, though. With the transfer of Southside High students certainly did not help. Getting picked on by Northsiders was a walk in the park. A fat joke here and there, nothing you couldn’t handle. But getting picked on by a Southsider was horrible. They would make comments on insecurities you never knew you had. Or you would have if they didn’t speak on it. 

But the comments from the Serpent students gradually died down to nothing; maybe a few comments out of ear shout but never to your face again. ‘Hmm. The Southside students' comments have completely stopped,’ you thought, ‘Wonder why?’  The exact reason was because of one Serpent boy who had been crushing on you the second he saw you. His transfer into “civil” life was not easy. But you offered him a good hearted welcome the first day the Southsiders arrived. 

~Flashback~

You had been assigned to welcome the transferring Southside students along with Cheryl and her minions. Of course she had a problem with it. “I just don’t get why pudgy has to help. We can get by perfectly fine without their help,” Cheryl argued with the principle. Giving Weatherbee no time to respond she stomped off. 

Once the tables were set up, it was almost time to greet the students. Cheryl had been talking everyone’s ears off about how bad of an idea this transfer was going to be. ‘Where else would they go to school?’ you thought. Suddenly the front doors of the school burst open and dozens of Southside students came bustling into the hallway.

Some were making eyes at you. ‘Here comes the jokes,’ you think. A pair of eyes caught yours; tall, dark, and handsome. Glancing at the tattoo on his neck, it made you nervous. You heard rumors about the Southside Serpents. You look into his eyes again and get butterflies, he never looked away. 

As he made his way to you, you offered a warm smile and said “Welcome to Riverdale High. I’m Y/N, and I will be your guide today.” The boy smirked back, “Sweet Pea.” 

‘What an interesting name,’ you thought, deciding to not comment on it you began to lead him around the school. 

~End of Flashback~

He was definitely taken back by the lack of teasing for his name. But after seeing the treatment you got from the Northsiders, he understood why you never said anything. Once he began to see his fellow Serpents and Southsiders he put his foot down. Threatening all of them to leave you alone or they’d deal with him. Everyone shut up almost instantly. 

The boy was enamoured by you, though, if your head wasn’t in the clouds it would be painfully obvious. One day he decided to ask you on a date to Pop’s. ‘Shouldn’t be too hard,’ he thought. How wrong he was. 

He tried 4 different times to ask you out. Either his friends would drag him away to a last minute Serpent meeting or you would brush by him, not noticing he wants to talk. The 5th time was also a huge dumpster fire. 

He had your attention but it seemed impossible to get the words out. You were like a goddess in front of him, he lost track of time. Completely forgetting what he wanted to ask you, he stumbled out, “Date?” You stood there and stared up at him. You go to respond but he clears his throat and tries again. “Uh sorry. Would you like to go on a date with me this Friday?” he said, offering a crooked smile. 

Cloud 9, that is all it could be described as. Not noticing the amount of time that had passed since he asked, he responded once again “Uh nevermind then.” He turned to walk away, shoulders slumping. Oh no. “Wait wait wait,” you quickly said, grabbing onto his forearm, “I would love to.” Turning to face you again, he held a boyish grin. He said, “Awesome. This Friday. After school.” 

“Got it. See you then Sweet Pea, “ you respond. As he walked away, your stomach did cartwheels, backflips, kick spins; going absolutely wild. Letting out a not so silent squeal you turn to your locker. “You know, you’ll never be good enough for him,” you hear. You glance over your shoulder and she Josie. She was an ex-fling of Sweet Pea, “allegedly”. You offer no sign of rebuttal, she goes on, “A fat Northside girl who can even dress the part. Your sense of style is as bland as your personality.” Grabbing what you need from your locker you turn to reply, “At least I can get a date without throwing my cat at anything with a pulse.” 

The woman girl was too stunned to speak. After a few seconds of silence, you began to walk away, nothing could ruin your mood. You heard a laugh from the water fountain across the hall. “Man, you really told her. She’s still standing there with her mouth open like a fish out of water,” you hear. “All she ever does is keep her mouth open. And her legs,” you quickly spit out. The person almost chokes on her sip of water. 

“I’m Toni Topaz,” the mystery person greets. “Y/N,” you respond. “I heard the little convo you had with boy wonder. He has been trying to ask you out for weeks,” Toni tells you. ‘Wow. Not the direction I thought this conversation would go.’ 

“Really now?” you say. Friday could not get here fast enough, you wondered if it was too soon to tease him about it. Toni offered to exchange numbers so she could “give you Pea advice.” She really wanted to see why Sweet Pea fell for you so hard. After talking to you for a brief couple of numbers, she knew why but she wanted to know more about you. Plus she realized Sweet Pea never gave you his number to keep in touch.

~2 days later~

Rumor quickly spread that Serpent bad boy Sweet Pea asked “Average Northside Y/N” out on a date. The teasing was never ending but never directly to your face. Only the Northsider has the guts to do that. As they have never received Sweet Pea’s threat. Or not yet. 

Sweet Pea’s best friends weren’t obvious about the teasing and went directly to Sweets about it. The boy was furious but knew immediately who started it. Marching up to Josie he could barely contain his anger. “What did you tell everyone?” Sweet Pea demanded. “About who?” Josie replied nonchalantly. This made Sweet Pea even more angry and once again asked, “What did you say?” 

“Oh, not much. Just that Y/N would be your replacement fling till summer break,” Josie responded with a smug grin. “Then you and I would get together and hash things out like old times,” she added. Deciding not to feed into her stupid actions, the boy went to walk away. Before he could Josie pulled him down into a sloppy kiss. Too stunned to react quick enough, he heard a gasp from behind him. He pulled away from Josie and whipped his head around. 

There you stood with your thicker frame looking up at him. He was going to explain what the hell you just saw and he was going to do it now. “You have 30 seconds to explain yourself, Sweet Pea. Alone. Or I am leaving and will never speak to you again,” you say, voice wavering. With tears collecting at your water line you look at Josie and say “Someone take the trash out.” Toni and Fangs, having just arrived, grabbed Josie and pulled her away. 

Now alone in the hallway you look up at him waiting for an explanation. He just stood there saying nothing, just staring. Quickly realizing he was not going to respond, you began to leave. ‘It was doomed from the start,’ you think. This time he gripped your elbow and offered a pitiful, “Wait.” You freeze, he sounded so broken. So utterly wrecked. Like he was going to start crying. This absolutely broke your heart, your heart clenched for this boy. “It was not what you thought it was. She kissed me,” he continued to explain, “She was spreading lies about you and and I wanted to confront her about it. She-” 

“Sweet Pea,” you cut him off, “It’s okay.” you laugh out. “I mean it’s not forgiven but I think I will settle with a burger from Pop’s,” you suggest wiggling your eyebrows with a slight smirk on your face. “Deal,” Sweet Pea agrees, “I’m buying.” He held his arm out saying, “My lady, would you give me the utmost honor of being your escort to brunch?” Laughing, you link arms with him and reply, “Oh certainly my lord.”

Part 2 | Part 3

[fanfics4all]

Everything For Her

Request: Yes / No  Hi can I request a sweet pea x fem reader where the reader is tall (like 4-5 inches shorter than sp) and curvy please? Fluff or smut it’s up to you though (: Anon

Requests are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

Sweet Pea x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 996

Warnings: Fighting and fat shaming 

Y/N: Your Name 

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Sweet Pea’s POV

Y/N was playing pool with Toni while Fangs and I were sitting at the bar having a drink. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her and she noticed. She smiled my way and she was so damn cute! It was crazy that out of all the people here she had chosen me. My signature smirk turns into a smile at the sight of her chubby cheeks that make her eyes squint with joy. 

“You are so in love.” Fangs laughed and shoved my arm. 

“So what?” I asked giving him my full attention. 

“I just never thought I’d see the day.” He smirked and I rolled my eyes. 

“Y/N’s just different than the other girls.” I said, turning and smiling back at how sexy she looked bending over the table to aim. 

“In the words of Toni, you got it bad boy.” He said and I shoved him. 

“You two are annoying as hell.” I said and he smirked. 

“But you know you love us.” He said and I rolled my eyes. 

“Sure, whatever.” I said finishing my drink. 

“I’ll see you later.” I said and walked up to Y/N. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close to me. 

“Ready to go?” I asked and she smiled. 

“Sure, I’ll see you later Toni!” She said, getting out of my grip and hugging our friend. The two of us went to my bike to head home. 

The next morning I woke up and started getting dressed for the day. As I took my shirt off, Y/N wrapped her arms around me. The weight on my back felt like a blanket and I smiled when she started kissing my shoulders. She rubbed my back and I leaned into her, loving the feeling of her being near me. 

“Wanna go shopping?” She asked and I could hear the little smirk in her voice. 

“You were really just buttering me up so I would go shopping with you, huh?” I asked with a smirk of my own. 

“Half and half.” She smiled and I shook my head. 

“Alright, let’s get dressed then we can go to the mall.” I said and she did a little cheer. 

We’ve been at the mall for an hour or so already and Y/N got some new clothes. She was always so excited about getting new things to wear, and honestly I loved seeing her try things on. I would usually pick out a few things I think she would look sexy in and she would humor me. She almost always came out blushing, but ended up buying whatever it was anyway. It was adorable. We were walking around and Y/N grasped my hand in her, I couldn’t help but melt at her touch. She’s just so perfect. 

“You’re adorable.” She said out of nowhere. 

“Where did that come from?” I asked as we sat down to relax a bit. 

“I just thought you should know.” She smiled and stroked my cheek. 

“Whatever you say babe.” I said and gently held her wrist. I was so grateful that I found someone that understands I love them without having to say a word. 

I left Y/N to get us some food. When I got back some guys were standing around Y/N. I could tell she was uncomfortable and it looked like the guys were messing with my girl. 

“What the hell are you doing to my girl.” I growled as I put the food down. 

“Sweets, don’t.” She whispered, but I was already seeing red. 

“Oh so the fat bitch wasn’t lying. What the hell do you see in her anyway?” One of the guys asked and then his buddies laughed. Y/N got up grabbing the bags and moved to my side. 

“Come on Pea, just forget it.” She said, trying to pull me away. 

“Yeah listen to the whore, just forget her.” Another guy laughed. I pulled my arm away from her and punched the guy right in the face, hearing his nose crack brought a smirk to my face. 

“What the fuck!?” One of his friends yelled. I turned to the other guy and gave him the same treatment. 

“Pea!” She shouted. One of the guys punched me and a huge fight was breaking out. 

“Sweets, please!” Y/N shouted and grabbed my arm before I could hit one of them again. 

“They called security, come on we need to go.” She begged and I sighed. I grabbed some of the bags from her then her hand. We ran out of the mall and to her car. The two of us drove as quickly as we could home. When we got inside I put the bags down and Y/N shoved me onto the couch. She walked into the bathroom and came out with the medkit. She sat in front of me and started cleaning my injuries. She looked up at me with a scowl. I was so mad at the rest of the world for not seeing how fucking beautiful she is. Mad that they didn’t see how kind and sweet she is. 

“How many damn times do I have to tell you that I don’t give a shit about how other people see me?” She sighed. 

“But you should! Those assholes were out f fucking line!” I growled. 

“Shut up! I don’t fucking care what people thing of me! The only opinion that matters is my own and I love how I look!” She shouted. I was always amazed by how much confidence she has no matter what someone says to her. I pulled her into my lap and kissed her deeply. I gently grabbed her thighs and moved to kiss her neck. I need her to know how much I love her. I want her to know that I needed her. She everything to me and I will make sure she’ll know it every day. 

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If Looks Could Kill

Sweetpea x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2035 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Pea's ex getting jealous when he sees him with Josie at the pool

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You had never been jealous when you and Sweetpea were in a relationship.

Everyone knew that you were his and he was yours, in your gang and every other gang. Really, you didn't have to worry about anything happening on either end because no one was bold enough to ever cross that line.

It was no secret that Pea only had eyes for you and even if someone was stupid enough to make a move on you, that was a situation that your boyfriend would correct rather quickly.

Though, you found that when you two broke up, those lines sort of blurred.

Not only were you no longer off limits to all the guys who'd had their eye on you for the last few years, but Sweetpea was no longer off limits to the girls of Riverdale. You really didn't think that it was going to bother you, seeing as the split had been mutual.

However, you found out fast that things you would have been completely comfortable with before now made your skin crawl. It just didn't feel right to see him with someone else, even though you'd come to terms with the fact he didn't want to be with you anymore.

...and for that matter, you didn't even want to get started on Josie McCoy.

You had never had a problem with her before, and from what you could tell, she was an okay girl but recently, it was becoming more and more difficult to be near her. She had been spending a lot of time with Pea in a way that made you really uncomfortable.

Even with as much as you tried to stop it.

It wasn't her fault that you had that nauseous feeling in the pit of your stomach when you saw her with him, and you couldn't blame her for anything that had happened between you or the male in question.

It was just that in the time since the two of you had split, Sweetpea had completely thrown himself into paying attention to her and doting on her in a way that he had always done with you. You had clearly just misjudged how much you would struggle seeing him with someone else.

Seeing him that devoted to someone else was nearly enough to make you sick.

You hated having to admit it, but you were starting to come to terms with the fact that you were jealous of her.

Though, that somehow wasn't the worst part.

As much as it hurt your pride to have to accept that you were jealous, and that you were actually also questioning how okay you were with the breakup at all, there was one thing worse than that. The worst part was that Josie clearly didn't feel the same way about Pea as he felt for her.

She was having her fun with the attention, just like anyone else would in her position, letting him praise her and be a little bit of arm candy for the summer but she didn't care about him. She was using him for a good time.

...but you knew that Sweetpea couldn't see that

He was so blinded by whatever it was that he was feeling for her that he would gladly get his heart broken. It may have been inappropriate, seeing as it wasn't your business what he did or who he did it with but you didn't really want to sit around and watch.

Although, just because you didn't want to didn't mean you were going to get up from your beach chair and do anything about it.

All you could do was sit and stare, waiting for something to change or for something to happen, it was pathetic, you knew that but you didn't care. It was like driving past a car accident and no matter how awful it was, you couldn't look away.

However, though nothing had happened quite yet, the rest of the party was starting to notice that something was up. You were perched under an umbrella, watching the pair of them with a focused gaze, and had been for at least half an hour.

It would have been hard to miss.

In any other instance, you would have looked crazy, something that your friends-namely Cheryl-would have pointed out but everyone knew how hard the breakup had been on both of you and you were dealing with it in your own way.

Your way just happened to be a little bit stranger than others.

Sweetpea had chosen to deal with it by turning his focus to someone else, but you couldn't tear your eyes away from him. For the past four years, you were sure that the two of you were going to be together forever. It wasn't until a few weeks ago that the illusion you'd built up came crumbling down.

Anyone would have struggled with that.

So, your friends collectively decided to give you a pass this time.

It wasn't until you stood from your seat that Jughead decided to step in, worried that something was going to happen. You had just been quietly stewing this whole time, and it was a fair assumption that you were planning something.

"Where're you going?" he asked, stopping in front of you to casually block your view from where Sweetpea and Josie were currently sucking face behind him. The last thing he needed was for you to see that.

It would only stoke the fire of your upset that much more.

Still, as subtle as he was trying to be, you saw right through Jughead's casual check in. There was no reason for him to want to talk now, other than whatever was going on at the other end of the pool. You weren't an idiot, although it was fair to assume that you may react rashly in this instance.

Jughead knew how hard this had to be for you and was not willing to underestimate your temper.

"I was going to go get a drink, am I allowed?" you questioned back, rolling your eyes at the strange interrogation. It was a little harsh, you knew that, but you couldn't help yourself.

Everyone else had to know just how bad an idea letting Sweetpea get close to Josie was but they were paying it no mind, even though he was going to get his heart broken. You could see it coming a mile away, but you couldn't stop it.

Though, it had crossed your mind to just go over there and push her in the pool. It wouldn't solve anything but there was a possibility that it would make you feel better.

"Do you want me to get you one? I think Cheryl's got some margaritas in the kitchen" he offered, knowing that there was a good chance there were margaritas somewhere. Those were the redheads favorite, and she had them at every soiree she threw.

You didn't really want one, but just as you were about to refuse, you decided that what he was suggesting was probably a good idea. Hyperfixating on whatever Pea was doing wasn't good for you, and a break could be nice.

So, you shook your head and decided to get up and go to the kitchen by yourself. If nothing else, you could get out of the sun for a little bit.

Now, that would have been perfect, if you were the only one going into the house but after ten minutes or so, Sweetpea also stood up from where he'd been sitting poolside to head in that direction as well.

It wasn't going to go well, but when Jughead started to intervene once again, Betty stopped him. "Leave them alone. They'll figure it out" she suggested, and while it probably wasn't a good idea, he listened to her.

Talking could be good for you, and there was only a slight chance someone would get seriously hurt in any kind of exchange, so he sat back down.

You two were adults, and you should be able to be near one another without some kind of explosion following or at least he hoped so.

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When you heard the patio door slide open from the other side of the kitchen, you assumed that it was Cheryl coming for a refill or Veronica looking for a towel after her swim but when you spun around with the margarita pitcher in hand, that wasn't the case.

Standing there in his swim trunks and a blue flannel shirt was Sweetpea.

You had no idea what he wanted or why he would even bother coming in here but you naturally assumed he wanted nothing to do with you so you turned back around toward the counter. It was easier to just focus on pouring your drink instead of him.

After all, you didn't want to interact with him if you didn't have to. There was no telling how that would go.

"That any good?" he asked, the small talk between you almost painful though you'd yet to say anything. It was just so strange to go from talking about your future together to not even being able to say hello, and you didn't like it.

Personally, you would rather just pretend that he didn't exist but as Pea was to do, he wasn't going to make that easy.

"It's a drink" you shrugged, swallowing heavily before you even meant to. This wasn't what you wanted today to be like but while you were at it, you may as well have made this whole thing harder on you.

It would be too easy to just let it go.

He nodded at that, taking the pitcher from you once you'd finished pouring your own drink. The action caused your fingers to overlap slightly, something that made you pull back immediately. The whole thing was tense, and awkward but worse than that was the silence that followed.

The two of you just sat there for a bit, in complete silence before you decided to just go for it. No matter what happened, at least you had never lied to him.

"Josie's a pretty girl. Do you like her?" you wondered, if he was going to commit to small talk, you were going to do the same. Avoiding one another had went out the window as soon as he followed you into the house.

All Sweetpea did was laugh at first, the reality hitting him at the same time. Still, he'd come too far to just leave it now. "Yeah, I do. Do you like her?" he questioned, turning it on you in the way that he often did when he was teasing you.

Though, all the charm that he normally had at those times felt different now. You hated it, feeling like the person you once cared for more than anyone else was a complete stranger. You just weren't sure if that was ever going to change.

"I like her fine, though I'm not sure you can trust her to not break your heart" you allowed, not even bothering to hide how harsh that was. You didn't care. From where you were standing, that was the truth and you were tired of pretending that it wasn't.

Not that Pea saw it that way.

Frankly, he felt like there could really be a future with her, and he didn't take it kindly that you didn't. Anyone who knew him as well as you did should have known that.

"Wow. I really thought you would be happy for me. Guess I should have realized that was never going to happen" he scoffed, crossing his arms across his chest, proving to you that he was really upset. Though, that was the one good thing about being broken up, and that was that you didn't have to sugar coat anything for him.

Even as you watched him leave, you didn't have anything to say.

Pea was being stupid and if he wanted to ignore what was clearly going on in front of him, that was his business. You only knew one thing for sure, and that was the fact that you weren't going to be there to pick up the pieces when it happened.

If he got his heart broke, he could clean it up himself.

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Time Warp

Summary: Sweet Pea/Plus sized!Reader Request: Sweet Pea and Reader’s kids travel back in time to warn them about something and they don’t believe them cause the reader is into a Ghoulie; Sweet pea doesn’t think she would wanna be w/him and also it’s just a mess of y/n and S.P. Blushing and stuff cause their kids are so cute and they sort of act like parents.

You’re not entirely sure what you’re looking at. You’d been taking the trash out from Pop’s confused when you’d heard a scream and crashing. “HEY!” You shout into the still lit back area, confusion only growing when two young kids dart out from behind one of the buildings. “MOM!” You jerk back and the kids stutter. “Sorry you uh, look like our mom.” One of the two boys rubs the back of his neck and you chuckle, the same habit you do when you’re embarrased. “It’s okay, how about we go inside, get you two something to eat?” “oh yeah! Pop’s is the best!” “Good; you two live aorund here?” “Yeah we live on the southside with our parents; they have a house there!!” The smaller boy speaks up grinning. “A house, figures.” You huff under your breathe, anyone who can afford a house in the southside is either in a gang or knee deep in the criminal underworld and Hiram’s pocket. “Alright whatever you want; on me.” You laugh when you hand them menues and Veronica rolls her eyes. You shoot a text to your boyfriend asking him if he knows any of the gangs that have kids, he replies that the Serpent’s do and you groan before asking him if he’ll come with you; he responds that he’s on a job and you sigh. “Alright once you finish your burgers we’ll get you back homesound good?” “Uh yeah, just. We gotta find our dad!” “I’m taking you back to him.” “Oh. Thank you.” The smaller boy nods and you offer him a napkin when half the cheese from his cheese fries falls onto the counter. “Thanks mom.” “She’s not mom!” The older one snaps and you sigh hoping they won’t get into a fight. You’re debating offering them Ice cream when Jughead and the other Serpent’s walk in. “Hey do you guys know who-“ “DAD!!!!!” The smaller boy jumps off the stool but the older one grabs his collar almost choking him as he hauls him backwards. “Don’t kill him!” You snap and they both look gultily at the floor. “Sorry-“ “It’s fine just; don’t do it again. Which ones your dad?” “Just looks like him.” “Like I look like your mom right?” They nod and you watch Jughead chuckle when the smaller boy rushes past him and grips Sweet Pea’s hand. “Just cause I look like your dad doesn’t mean I am; although if that’s your mom I have no problem with playing pretend.” Sweet Pea grins winking at you and you roll your eyes turning back towards the counter face flushed. “See it is dad; mom makes that face at him all the time then they kiss a bunch.” The taller boy states and everyone laughs, you grin as Sweet Pea’s face flushes as much as yours and the two boys grin. “We have to tell you something really important. Like really really important!” They both stare dramatically and you croush down once you’ve changed from your uniform. “Okay, what is it?” “No! We have’ta go to the bunker, it’s the only place that’s safe!!!” “The Bunker? Doiley’s bunker? Okay, sure.” Sweet Pea shrugs nad you shrug back. “Might as well entertain them, they seem pretty fixed on it.” You mumble to Sweet Pea who laughs. “I mean I don’t have a problem playing babysitter for a couple of hours.” He grins back and you nod following the kids out of Pop’s and towards the bunker.

“Oh no you two are going in first; no way we’re getting locked in.” The kids eye’s widen and they laugh before almost dive down the ladder. “Okay what’s going on.” You sit down on the bed next to Sweet Pea the two boys lounging across the chairs. “You’re our parents!” “Sure kid. Is that it?” “No, you’re gonna go to jail unless we help!” “Jail? You two came from the future to prevent us from going to jail.” Sweet Pea looks unimpressed and the kids nod. “Yeah! Cause mom was saying if she hadn’ started dating you when she did her ex would’ve killed her like he killed that guy in Centerville!” “Your boyfriends a murderer?” “how the hell do you know about that..” You hiss and they grin. “Told ya we’re from the future!!” “Okay say I believe you; why not stop him from killing that guy.” “Then you wouldn’t get with dad.” “I don’t think anything you can say will get her with me, she’s too in love with her Ghoulie; convinced you can change him arent you.” Sweet Pea almost sneers and you roll your eyes. “Like you’d understand.” “Try me.” He snaps and you glare at the two kids who have now scaled up the top of the ladder and are trying there best to separate the bottome part from the top. “I have the crow bar we can lock ‘em in still; it’ll be fine!” It’s the last thing you hear before the heaviness of the lid from the bunkers entrance clatters into place. “Fucking christ.” “The Serpets know were here.” “Where we have no cell service to call them?” “Well I’m guessing they’re not going to let us out until we talk or some bullshit!” Sweet Pea shouts up and you can hear laughter from above. “Nothing to talk about.” “Maybe the fact your Ghoulie boyfriend murdered someone? And you’re still with him; knowing he can murderer someone.” “It’s nothing to worry about Sweet Pea.” “So you love him, or think you can change him still?” “Well I guess.” “You guess?” Swee Pea snorts and you roll your eyes. “It’s not like the guy I actually like pays me an attention.” You sigh and Sweet Pea pats the cot you’d gotten up from. “I know how that feels.” “You in love with some guy who ignores you?” “A girl; but yeah.” “Really? You of all people can’t get a girl you want?” “What like you think girls are falling at my feet?” “I meah yeah; half the reason I didn’t talk to you was cause I didn’t want to get written off as one of them.” “The other half?” You frown turning to him. “The other half of what?” “Why you don’t talk to me; unless that’s the whole reason.” “I assumed you wouldn’t like me.” “Half right on that.” “Really?” “Yeah I like you, a lot more than I should considering you have a boyfriend; a ghoulie, and a murderer at that.” “Wait you like me back?” “You like me?” You stare at him as he stares back. You cast a glance up to the doorway it’s closed and no sound comes from it. “You were expecting them to let us out after confessing a crush on each other.” “Yeah; isn’t that how it works in the movies!” You shout upwards to the door and there’s no response. “I think it’s more like we have to kiss.” “Oh cause kissing you is going to magically make us fall in love, my boyfriend will accept me breaking up with him and we can ride off on your motorcycle into the sunset and our house on the southside.” “We have a house?” “According to our kids we do; if you believe that.” “You rub your neck when you’re nervous, so does the younger one.” “You can’t base the idea of having a relationship with me on the fact our potential kid from the future might have the same traits as me.” “Should we kiss?” “I dunno ask them!” “Fine. Hey kids; should we kiss!!!” Sweet Pea shouts up and he hears laughter. “They can’t see you nodding idiot!” Sweet Pea can hear a faint smack. “Don’t hit your brother!” “Sorry dad.” “It’s fine just; dammit, I’m not your dad.” “Not yet!!” You laugh at the response going quiet when you realize what that means for you and Sweet Pea. “So kissing is good then?” “Yeah just a kiss.” -You wave goodbye to the two kids unsure if the kiss actually helped them or not. You don’t pay attention to whatever Sweet Pea is talking to the other Serpent’s about but you can tell by the way his arm drifts towards you they at least know about the kiss. “So are you two just going to hope into the time machine and vanish?” “Yeah; it’s how it is in the movies!” You narrow your eyes at the older boy. “Don’t make fun of your mother.” Sweet Pea laughs to himeself and the boys grin. “We won’t dad! See you later!” They grin before seeming to vanish around the corner. -“Oh my god.” “What?” “We Marty McFly’ed out parents.” “We did not- OH MY GOD WE DID.” “Least it’s not a futurama.” “They’re our parents, not our grandparents!” “Still you could have been your own dad!” “That doesn’t even make sense!” “MOM!” “I don’t want to hear it!” You shout back, laughing under your breath with Sweet Pea who looks unimpressed from the couch. “We should tell them we know.” “No this is hilarious. They’re freaking out; remember what they put us through, they deserve at least ten minutes of this.” “Babe, come on they’re gonna-“ “OH MY GOD WE MADE OUR PARENTS HAVE SEX!” “There it is.” Sweet Pea snorts falling from the couch laughing.

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Random Headcanon

Plus Size Reader x Sweet Pea

5/19/ 2020

I wanted to try writing in a 2nd person p.o.v. it was a little weird but I'm still getting the hang of writing. The more I write random things the easier it is and the more comfortable I feel lol I'll probably be editing this, because it might still have some weird areas -💡

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* Your relationship was a bit rocky at first. Neither of you were ready to confess, so your best friends decided that making Sweet Pea believe that you were on a date would do the trick.

 * He hadn't said a word when Toni had told him about your plans. In fact he hadn't even looked fazed by it until it came time for your “date”, and he headed to Pop’s. The grumpy serpent rode to the diner with a bit of a scowl on his face. He had been wondering what you and the guy you had agreed to take you out would be doing when he got there. Thoughts that only fueled his anger, which quickly left him as he stepped into the diner and sat where he could keep an eye on you and still be inconspicuous. Which was harder than he had hoped it would be.

* when he thought it was clear, he snuck a peek at you from behind the menu he was using as a way a shield and noticed you sitting alone with your chocolate milkshake and a happy smile on your face. He wanted to keep staring at you, but he didn’t want you to know that he had been spying on you. That would make him seem like a fucking weirdo “ What’s up Sweets? You stalking me?” you took a seat infront of him and slowly lowered the menu/shield from his face. 

* “ Hey Doll! Of course I’m not stalking you! You’re my best friend, It's more like I wanted to make sure that your date was going good.” He said “date” as if it left a bad taste in his mouth.

*You took a sip of your milkshake and offered him some of your fries, “ What date? I was waiting for Toni to show up for our girls day, but apparently Cheryl needed her at the last minute I guess.” you handed your milkshake to him, and bit into a fry as he let out a little sigh of relief. “ You okay, Sweet Pea?” he had been taking long sips of your drink and you placed your hand on his firmly. He gripped your hand tighter and handed you the drink back.

* “ I’m alright...” he looked into your eyes and you stared back at him with a slightly worried look, he cracked. “ Okay, okay, stop looking at me like that. I was jealous. I was fucking pissed that you could be into someone else and I know that you’re not mine, but I want you to be. I wanna be yours too, I get it if you’re mad I would be too if someone thought they could tell me that I can’t be with, you probably think I’m an asshole, but I love you so much.” he had been glaring at the diner table in front of him, you two had been holding hands during his confession and you rubbed you thumb along his hand and you bit your lip. 

*  He looked at you and you looked right back at him, “ I love you too, Sweets.” you leaned in across the table, and he took that as a sign to lean towards you too. “ I always have and I always will.” you had hoped he had believed you, you had loved him since meeting him your first day in Riverdale. Sweet pea blushed and licked his lips and his dark brown eyes glanced at yours.

* “ Doll, can I...kiss you?” he met your eyes and you used your hands to cup his face and smiled at him, “ Y-yeah...you can sweets.”

* You were acting awkward around him for the first few days of your relationship. Sweet Pea being a little grumpy about it but giving you time, and being clingy when you started to make the first move. 

* You slowly began to get more cuddly with each other. Starting with dates at Pop’s and at Cerberus Books Shop to get her comics, and to introduce your old friends to your boyfriend. 

* Them being a little suspicious of his intentions and interrogating him. You telling them to back off , but Sweet Pea being the guy he was, found it nice that they weren’t afraid to try to intimidate him, to them he wasn’t Southside scum, he was just your new boyfriend. Which lead to him encourage them to ask him anything.

* Him answering anything while holding your hand, you friends still being skeptical of him but inviting him to one of your next hang outs. 

* Sweet Pea smiling at you, and getting into a deep conversation with them, you wondering around the store and coming back with bags full of comics.

* Saying goodbye to your Greendale friends, smiling and excitedly talking to your boyfriend about how well it went. and how much fun hangouts are going to be with him there. 

* After heading back to Riverdale in his truck, you two placed your precious new comics on the coffee table and cuddled Sweet Pea, he was more than happy to snuggle you while you read.  Both of you were so wrapped up in the moment, and lost track of time. “ Babe, we need to get you to Cheryl’s so your parents don’t freak out.” he poked your cheek, and you looked up at his pretty face, and swiftly kissed his nose. he blinked, but gave you a dreamy smile. “ Okay sweetie, but I’m not leaving without THIS!” you grabbed one the blankets you used when you cuddled, after wrapping yourself in it, you scurried to his room and snatched the pillow that smelled the most like him. “ Is..is that all? Ya wanna take a shirt too?” he wasn’t sure if that seemed like a forward thing to say, but he didn’t care. 

* It had been a dream of his to see you in his clothes. “uh...I’m not sure if it’ll fit me...but sure.” you were acting awkward again, which caused Sweet Pea to look at you with the saddest puppy dog eyes, you didn’t mean to sound as unsure as you did, of course you wanted to wear his clothes, but years of struggling with clothes, hours spent crying when they didn’t fit, were hard to let go of. 

* “ Is it because of the fact that your parents will say something... or is it cause you don’t want to been seen wearing some Serpent scum's clothes?”,

* He was looking for an answer as to why you wouldn’t want to, he would never make you do anything you didn’t want to  but he had seen the way you had reached for his flannel when you had gone in search of his stuff. You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself while you marched up to him. You glared at him and pulled him down by his collar. “ Listen, YOU. YOU HANDSOME DREAM OF A PERSON! DON’T YOU EVER, EVER THINK THAT WAY AGAIN, ALRIGHT?! BECAUSE I’LL...I’LL uh...I’ll do something!” you had released the grip on his shirt as you scratched your head in thought, “ I’ll..hm...what the fuck...” 

* “ You’ll do what baby? You’ll grab me like that again?” he had seemed to have forgotten that he was a lil upset with you, as he pulled the blanket back onto your shoulders and pulled you in closer. “ MAYBE I WILL! MAYBE I’LL GRAB YOUR STUPID KISSABLE FACE AND kiss ya til you pass out from exhaustion....” you had looked away from him and turned to pack up your stuff when he held you in place by way of fluffy blanket. “ Sorry Doll, what was that last part?” he had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face, he had snaked his arms around your waist and got close to your flustered face.

*  How dare he. “ I said, that I’ll kiss ya til you pass out from exhaustion!” he had pulled you closer, and begun to rub his nose against yours, “ Do it. Kiss me til I pass out, baby.” he had moved to kiss you when your phone rang loudly. He let you answer but glanced at you as he organized your stuff, the way you had taught him to, he had sat back on the couch.  “ Yeah, Ma....no, Cheryl’s already asleep....I can?...NO! I mean no of course that’s okay....Love you too, bye.” after a few confused looks from Sweet Pea when you hung up, you had moved to sit on his lap, “ That was my mom, she asked me if I could spend the night at Cheryl’s because she had to go somewhere with my dad, but she left my little brothers with my older siblings so it’s all good! I can sleepover!” 

*You had been so excited about the fact that you could spend more time with your serpent that it you hadn’t occurred to you that he had began to run his hands up and down your body.   “Oh? So you still gonna kiss me to the brink of exhaustion, or is that off the table?” you  looked at him and slowly nodded, “ Yeah, man, Imma do that. I’m gonna kiss you til you pass out from how passionate my kisses are gonna be.” he licked his lips and pulled you further onto his lap and began to trail kisses along your face and moved to your shoulders. You had felt like your skin was on fire. 

* He moved to take off your shirt but you stopped him, “ Sweet Pea...” he stopped his kissing as tried to break the trance he was in from being able to touch you the way he wanted to. “ Sorry, I can stop.” he slowly started to pull your shirt back in place, but you placed his hands on the hem of your shirt and kissed him. You two held each others gaze for what seemed like centuries. 

* “We don’t have to, we can just watch a movie and cuddle.” he didn’t want you to feel pressured to do anything, he was your first boyfriend, and he was the one with experience in your relationship, he wanted you to feel comfortable and ready when you guys had sex. He had been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t noticed your hands in his hair and the flirty smile on your face. “ I want to, I’m afraid that you won’t like what you’ll see.”. He hadn’t been excepting that to even be a factor as to why you had been a bit hesitant to be affectionate. He had believed it had to do with the fact that you had still seen him as Sweet Pea the Southside Serpent, the scary guy that got into fights, and made Northsiders hide their valuables when he so much as looked at them.

* He was a bit lost as to why his girlfriend would think that, He had always made it blatantly clear that he loved everything about you. He didn’t believe in all those shitty fairy tales but he had allowed himself to fantasize about how being with you in any way possible would be like. When you first met, he had felt drawn to you, he had even offered to show you around before Cheryl could, you had become best friends but he always thought that he had made his feelings and his attraction to you more than obvious. He wanted to know why you had felt the way you did, but he didn’t want to push it instead he asked, “ Do you want to talk about this baby? Because contrary to what you believe, I’ve been trying to see you for months now.”  

* This had led to a very long conversation about the way you both felt and apologies for the misunderstandings and you guys had talked about EVERYTHING.  Heading to his bedroom, and after one of the many make-out sessions of that night, you had began to rant about how pretty he was and he had started to pull at the hem of your shirt again, like he had done hours ago. “ I mean who gave you the right to be as hot as you are? I could kiss you forever and still want more.” this time you had began to tug at his shirt too, which was a happy surprise to him but he was more than happy to let you take the lead on this.

* You two had ended up making love well into the morning. You had woken up first with Sweet Pea’s arms  tightly secured around your middle, you had smiled at his sleeping face,  you had reached over and unplugged you phone. Your eyes had grow to the size of saucers at the amount of messages and calls from Cheryl. You had texted her about staying over at Sweet Pea’s trailer last night. You shook him awake and told him that you were late to school, he sleepily stared at you but got up and started to pull his jeans on. In your panic you threw on the first thing you saw, which happened to be your boyfriend’s favorite t-shirt, while you rushed to pull the rest of your clothes on and search for your shoes, Sweet Pea smiled at you like a kid in a candy store. 

*“What?” you asked him as you put your shoes on without any socks, Sweets had finished getting ready as he answered you. “ I’m just happy. I’ve always dreamed about the day you would wear my clothes..it’s hot.” he moved to kiss you and you kissed him back but reminded him that you couldn’t miss school, as you slung your backpack on your shoulder and handed him his, to which he had smugly replied with, “ We could something way more satisfying.”, his smirk turned into a pout when you threw a pillow at him. 

* You had texted your mom that you were on your way to school and Sweet Pea had raced to school, you too had walked into class together, and sadly had to head to their respective classes, Sweet Pea had planted a big kiss on your lips and lowered his shirt collar to display his hickeys. He told you that he would see you at lunch and gave you one last kiss before heading to his class.

* “ I missed you so much!” he kissed you with a little more force than usual, and you kissed him just as roughly. “ Honey, I saw you an hour ago!” he grumpily held you by your hips, and rolled his eyes, “Whatever, it felt like eternity.”

* The Serpents letting you be an honorary member and hang out at the Whyte Wyrm. Some of them saw you as a little sister and were ready to brawl if you looked sad.

* You and Fangs thought it was sweet of them, but you always laughed it off and gave Sweets a kiss, and the serpents a smile. 

* Sweet Pea likes to buy you little action figures and cute little pins to decorate your jackets. 

* He would ask you to patch up his jeans and sew up his jeans. He would wear the clothes you made him with pride and got angry when a ghoulie would get their blood on his new shirt. 

*  There had been lots of sleepovers at his trailer with permission and rules from your parents of course. They had even began to invite him to dinners with your family.

* The Serpents throwing you two an anniversary party at the Wyrm because you had both been swamped with everything, You with you had been a nervous wreck with finals and family stuff, and Sweet Pea had his serpent duties so it hadn’t been easy planning anything for the big one year anniversary. Fangs had accidentally told you about the party, and you had shown up to help set up, much to the annoyance of the serpents, FP telling you to take a seat and enjoy yourself while you waited for Sweet Pea to arrive. An hour and some party games (Fangs’ idea), as soon as Sweet Pea walked through the doors, 

* “ SURPISE!”  

* “SURPISE-ISH!”

* You grimaced when Toni punched Fangs a little harder than expected, but met your boyfriend in the middle of the room, he kissed you with everything he had, and you kissed him back with all the passion and love you had. Which caused everyone, including Cheryl and you Greendale friends to cheer and tease yo with kissy faces. You slowly pulled away from each other but kept you both kept your hands on each other “Hi sweetheart!” he smiled at her, as he placed his forehead on yours, “ Hey baby..I missed you.” 

[inyourwildestdreamslove]

Masterlist

Key: 

+ is Plus Size Reader

SM is Soulmate AU

AU is Alternate Universe

Will update as needed! Also, I’ll be adding summaries at some point. This is still a work in progress (always will be)!

Riverdale: 

Sweet Pea:

Upside Down: Masterlist

Playing Hard to Get: Masterlist

Head Over Heels: 1

Hope for Us AM

Bitter Love: Masterlist AU

One Shots:

Beast Mode

Pressing Matters

10 More Minutes

Back Up Plan

Happy Accidents

Innocent Enough

Flowershop Mayhem

Fangs

Bad Day Blues

Jughead

Summer Nights

Shoot ‘em

Umbrella Academy: 

Diego Hargreeves:

Fearless: Masterlist

Playing Pretend +

Thank you...Next

Good Enough

The Storm +

Red Sea

Klaus Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

To Live Again AU

Stranger Things:

Billy Hargrove

Steve Harrington

Billy x Reader x Steve:

 Tell Me No Secrets: Masterlist

Edge of Seventeen: 1 2 3

Marvel:

Steve Rogers

Finding Hope SM

Bucky Barns

Thor

Lost: 0 1 

Vikings: 

Ivar

Azure Eyes: Masterlist

Chosen By The Gods

Hvitserk

Ubbe

Bjorn

[theangriestpea]

Big Mood (pt 2)

→ Part One ←

Request: Another anon request for SP (or Malachai) with a Plus-sized Reader with anxiety. So....I copped out by making a part two to Big Mood.

Pairing: Sweet Pea x PS!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warnings: public sex, daddy kink mention, weight mention?, body image issues.

“And don’t worry, you’ll be coming again later.”

You were on edge all night. Despite Sweet Pea’s reassurance that you looked ravishing, and even him pleasuring you before you left, you still felt so exposed. Every so often you had to tug your dress down to keep it at what you thought was an acceptable length. Pea would just shake his head at you and tell you to stop worrying.

But you could feel people staring and your destructive thoughts had your anxiety on high. Despite taking some medication for it while you were getting ready, Pea had you out so long that it had worn off. Now you were just a tight ball of raw nerves ready to explode. That is until Sweets took you out to a secluded part of Fox Forest after your dinner at the same restaurant he took you to on your first date six months ago.

All in all it was very sweet and he made sure to make it special, holding your hand across the table, stroking the back of it with his thumb to try and calm you down. He could see that you were struggling, but he also knew that when you got like this it was hard to calm you down with just words of encouragement.

It seemed a little out of character for him to be so thoughtful. He normally didn’t put a whole lot of effort into your dates, usually you did casual things like go to the movies or to Pop’s. This was something much nicer. You appreciated all the work he put into it but you felt like you were ruining it with your damn anxiety.

He led you to a blanket spread out with an excellent view of Sweet Water River. You smiled lightly, “Sweet Pea…this is too much. You didn’t need to do all this for me.”

“Of course I did.” Sweet Pea said, sitting down on the blanket. “You’re special to me and I wanted to show it. I asked Toni what I should do for our anniversary and this is what she suggested. I’m guessing by your reaction that I did well?”

You sat down next to him, smoothing out your dress so that it didn’t ride up too high. “It’s perfect, really.”

He looked over at you, his dark eyes glistening in the moonlight, “but?”

“I feel like I’m ruining it.” You blurted out. “My heart won’t stop racing, I feel like I can’t breathe, I feel like everyone is staring at me.”

He grabbed your hand to hold it lovingly, “if anyone is staring at you, princess, it’s because of how good you look tonight. You’re not ruining anything, I promise.”

You let out a shallow breath before flashing him a small smile. “Now, there’s no one out here but us.” He leaned over and kissed you gently, “I know it doesn’t help to tell you to stop worrying, but we’re alone now. Just take deep breaths. Remember what I said earlier?”

You tried thinking back to anything he notable he might have said, “When?”

“Before we left your house.” Sweet Pea said, a devious look crossing his face. A blush crept up your cheeks as you thought back to the orgasm he had given you. And his words that you’d be coming again.

You tried to turn your face from him but he grabbed it before you could. “You look so sexy tonight, gorgeous. This dress is perfect, keeping my hands to myself has been eating me alive all night.”

His hand touched your knee before creeping up your leg to your thigh. Your eyes met his, seeing the brown orbs filled with desire and want. You parted your lips slightly to wet them with your tongue and before you could even retract it back, Sweet Pea was kissing you open-mouthed.

You moaned lightly as he pushed you back gently so he could move on top of you. His tongue met with yours, swirling around and wrestling with it. His hand that was on your thigh continued to push upwards. You lifted your hips slightly so he could push the hem up to the top of your wide hips.

His thumbs brushed over the elastic of your lace thong and you started to squirm with anticipation beneath him. Sweet Pea let out a small chuckle as he started to leave wet kisses down your jawline and neck. He reached up and tugged the top of the strapless dress down to expose your breasts.

Suddenly he pulled away after feeling the bra, “what the hell is this?” He asked, confused at the sight of it. There was only a clasp in the middle of the adhesive bra. He had never actually seen one before and he wasn’t sure how to take it off.

You let out a giggle before peeling it off slowly for him, setting it carefully to the side so that the adhesive wouldn’t get dirty. “It’s girl magic.”

Sweet Pea grinned before descending onto your breasts, leaving bite marks and sucking on the tender flesh. You let out another soft moan, one of your hands moving to run through his hair as he blew lightly onto your nipple to harden it. Once satisfied he put his mouth around it, licking the hard piece of flesh before starting to suck on it. The erotic feeling causing you to become wet between your thighs.

“Sweet Pea,” You mumbled as he switched to the other side, doing the same thing. You rubbed your thighs together in a feeble attempt at relief for how turned on you were. You let out a surprised squeak when he suddenly bit down playfully to leave his mark, just like he had done on your thighs hours before.

Pea chuckled as he pulled his mouth away from you. Your hands went to his pants to fiddle with his belt, unbuckling it before unzipping his zipper and undoing his button. Sweet Pea just stared down at you darkly as your hand wiggled into his pants to feel his partially hard cock.

He let out a small groan at your tentative touch. You rubbed him at an agonizingly slow pace. Sweet Pea moved his hands back to your underwear and yank them downward eagerly.

His fingers were soon in your wet folds, probing your clit in a teasing manner equal to how you were touching him. You let out a whine, making Sweet Pea smirk. “You’re so wet, baby.” He said, rubbing your bundle of nerves in torturous circles.

You pulled his dick out fully so you could stroke him a little faster. You could feel it hardening under your touch. Sweet Pea thrust lightly into your grip as he bit back a moan. “How do you want it, princess?”

You bit your lip as you looked up at him, “just like this.” He nodded and pulled your thong completely off before spreading your legs. You released your grip on him so that he’d be able to move more freely.

Sweet Pea rubbed your thighs, admiring their size and how smooth they were. He grabbed the base of his penis and lined his tip up with your entrance. A shudder of anticipation ran through you as he slowly pushed in the tip.

A moan escaped from you as he slid all the way in, taking a beat to revel in the feeling of you around him before moving back out. He quickly jerked his hips forward into a fast pace that had more moans spilling from your mouth. Sweet Pea grabbed one of your legs, hoisting it up so that it was over his shoulder to get a deeper angle. Despite your size you were actually fairly flexible. 

“Sweet Pea,” You mewled as he increased his already quick pace, his thumb came to rub your clit again, increasing the amount of pleasure you were feeling. You didn’t care that you were out in public or that anyone could see you. It actually added to the excitement.

“That’s right, baby girl. Take it for daddy. You like being fucked out in the open?” Sweet Pea practically growled at you, resulting in you becoming even wetter for him.  

Your hips met his in a perfect rhythm. After a few minutes of him gradually increasing his pace, you started to keep the familiar pressure build up in the bottom of your abdomen. Pea could always tell when you were close, his thumb worked your clit even faster to bring you over the edge.

Sweet Pea came the same time you did, spilling his hot semen deep inside of you. Thank god you were on the pill, you thought as you felt him fill up your core. He panted as he slowly pulled out, white cum seeping out with his cock.

He put your leg down and laid down beside you to continue to catch his breath. “Happy Anniversary, baby.” He said as he pulled you close to him.

You nuzzled your nose into his chest lovingly, “Happy Anniversary, Pea.”