#sweet pea x plus size reader

[fbfh]

Sweet Pea x soft!reader hcs

wc: 1.3k

genre: mutual pining, tooth rotting fluff

pairing: sweet pea x soft reader

warnings: reader is implied to be smaller than sweet pea but he's like 6'3 and beefy so it's not too out of the question, reader is called clingy needs attention and hates being alone by jughead but sweet pea LOVES that about you, size difference, protective sweet pea, sweet pea is a rottweiler boyfriend, kisses and cuddles, mentions of fighting and gang activity

song recs: fight for me - heathers obc, big boy - sza

a/n: been watching the anime my love story and it's feuling my sweet pea obsession lol. I've also decided that while horribly bad, riverdale is camp. If I convince myself it's camp I can drag myself through it. It's supposed to be bad and make no sense and of course there's a "goblin king" running around town causing problems because it's camp.

tags: @yesv01 @magcon7280

Okay so like I said in my initial drabble

When Sweet Pea first sees you he deadass thinks you’re an angel

You are so sweet and soft and perfect

The only way to describe you is angelic

He’s so wrapped up in how alluring and enamoring you are that he doesn’t notice you’re just as drawn to him

You immediately see past his gorgeous and intimidating exterior to the soft great big heart inside him

You see all his good traits and you’re not scared off that he’s a little rough around the edges

But Sweet Pea sees that you’re not rough around the edges

And he doesn’t want you to become that way

Especially not because of him

He feels so protective over you from day one

Even though he’s fighting his obvious feelings for you and ignoring your obvious feelings for him, he still tries to look out for you

Keeps an eye on you a little, just to make sure no one’s giving you any trouble

You’re friends with Betty so you’re sort of tied to the serpents already, but he doesn’t want to drag you any deeper into gang life than you already are

So he tries not to fall any harder for you than he already has

Even though Jughead is always bringing you up, telling him that Betty says you’ve been asking after him

He can’t even process that Jughead just said you’ve been asking after him and about him a lot because of how Jughead keeps describing you

He says you’re sort of clingy and need a lot of attention, that you get nervous in crowds and you’re really touchy and hate being alone 

That’s why your last boyfriend broke up with you

But the more Jughead talks about you and your apparent flaws, the more perfect you sound to Sweet Pea

You’re exactly what he’s been dreaming of

Someone he can go all in with, someone who wants him and needs him as much as he wants you and needs you

Which is obviously a lot

And now it’s getting harder and harder to listen to that logical voice that tells him he’s no good for you, that you deserve someone from northside who can take good care of you and not drag you into any more chaos than you’re already surrounded by 

But you’ve been writing his name in your diary over and over for weeks now, and it’s really just a matter of time before you end up together 

All your friends know this

Betty and Jughead and Toni know this

Even Fangs knows this

Everyone knows but you and Sweet Pea

You both still think it’s an unreciprocated pipe dream

Something to imagine scenarios about before you fall asleep

You’re more alike than you realize 

But soon you find your way to each other

You just can’t stay away anymore

And once you’re together, once you’re finally in his arms, neither of you ever want to let go

Sweet Pea is an amazing boyfriend to begin with

But especially when it comes to someone as soft and sweet and precious as you?????

He’s literally the best person you could ever hope for

He’s a classic rottweiler boyfriend 

AND he’s a gang boyfriend

Plus Sweet Pea’s just naturally a very protective person to the people he loves

So you can guarantee you’ll be safe with him

He won’t hesitate to stare down anyone he thinks looks at you too long

But he’s not going to start shit with you around unless he has to

If he does need to fight someone, he’s going to make sure you’re not there to see it

Even if he has to ask Betty or Veronica or Fangs to drag you into the other room and stay with you until it’s over

He doesn’t want you to see him like that

But he knows how to hold his own, and Fangs and Toni both reassure you there’s not a fight he hasn’t been able to walk away from

You’re always there to patch him up afterwards too

You touch him so gently

With more love and care and tenderness than he’s ever gotten from anyone before

It makes it kind of impossible to regret sticking up for you

Even if he did walk away with some nasty scratches and a black eye

You’re still not scared of him

You don’t judge him

Like at all

He always makes you feel so safe around him 

All he’s wanted for a while is someone to go all in with

Someone to protect, someone to take care of

Someone who needs him

And you do 

You spend more and more nights together before finally confessing that you can’t really sleep without him anymore

When I tell you his heart explodes when you say that?????

God as if you couldn’t get him wrapped even tighter around your finger

Surprise! Yes you can

He dips you a lot too

Mostly because he’s so tall and it’s so easy and it makes you so nervous when he pulls you close and leans over you like that

It makes you all dizzy and he talks so close to your face for a few moments before finally kissing you

GOD it makes your head spin

You can’t get enough

And he can’t get enough of the way you look up at him all soft and sweet

Like you’re not scared of him

Which you’re not

It’s still kind of new for him

But it’s something he really hopes he can get used to

He’s touchy too

He pulls you into his lap and rests his head on your shoulder a lot

Or wraps his arms around yours

Don’t even get me started on holding his big old hands with both of yours

It makes his stomach flip every single time

And SO MANY FOREHEAD KISSES

You kiss his neck and jaw a lot too

Mostly because it’s all you can reach half the time

And because you know it drives him completely crazy

If you ever worried about getting unwanted attention from guys, you don’t have to anymore

EVERYBODY knows you’re Sweet Pea’s 

And EVERYBODY knows not to fuck with him

Sweet Pea can be fucking terrifying when he wants to

Which makes things like him pinning you to the couch and tickling you until you tap out and you’re both blushing giggly wrecks even cuter  

You completely and totally have scary boyfriend privileges 

And you take such good care of him too

He really doesn’t think he’s ever been this happy and content and at peace

His friends can easily attest to the fact that they’ve never seen him this happy either

And your friends have never seen you this happy too 

Over all, you’re really just a fantastic match

You become the emotional support couple of riverdale high so fast

People get used to seeing him walk you to classes he doesn’t even have 

Seeing you ride around town on the back of his motorcycle together 

Because you belong together

You really do

Sweet Pea might not know what the future is going to look like

He might not know what’s going to happen tomorrow

But the only thing he does know about his future is that you’re going to be in it

And he’s going to be in yours

You’re starting to make him dream about a soft domestic life away from gangs and murder and conspiracies

He doesn’t know if that’s practical or attainable, but he hopes it is

Until then, he’s more than happy just getting to be around you

Getting to see you all the time and wake up next to each other on the weekends

He loves loving you, he loves keeping you safe and happy

Just like you love him and keep him happier than he’s ever been

Just being with you is more than enough

[milla984]

It's the Great Pumpkin, Spencer Reid

Summary: Spencer and Reader get to spend some quality time together on Halloween

Pairing: virgin!Spencer Reid x fem!reader, virgin!Spencer Reid x plus size Reader

Category: smut (NSFW, 18+, MDNI)

TW/CW: heavy kissing, handjob, fingering, brief mention of an anxiety attack, body image insecurities (both parts)

Word Count: 5.4k

This work is part of the series Spencer Reid, my beloved

“I am officially traumatized,” Penelope blurted out when the end credits rolled on the screen, “remind me to never watch another Halloween movie with you, guys!!”

You could almost hear Spencer squeak in disbelief. “What?! This is a classic!”

She stood up to adjust her skirt, the one with jack-o’-lanterns and spiderwebs arranged in a casual pattern all over the dark fabric, and the bats standing on top of her fuzzy headband wiggled in different directions. 

“Uh–uh, La Dolce Vita is a classic. This is what goes on in the twisted mind of someone who desperately needed a hug and a large cup of hot cocoa with a ton of whipped cream and sprinkles as a child.”

You smiled as you finished loading the dishwasher, amused by the discussion unfolding in your living room; in your heart you were the greatest admirer of Spencer’s ability to conjure up any kind of random information on the spot but the exact moment you saw him open his mouth you knew he was about to make the situation worse.

“In fact, Barker’s grandmother had a fascination with the macabre. She would often tell gruesome stories which she presented as true tales so he grew up with the fear of being murdered in his own house.” 

Garcia gawked and raised a hand in his direction, simultaneously turning your way. “See?! Forgive me if I don’t think that having my entire body ripped apart by giant hooks is the ultimate frontier of pleasure!”

“And I’ll never look at a puzzle box the same way! What if it’s a brain teaser from Hell and there’s one of those chattering monsters inside?” she added and you had to hold back your laughter because Spencer’s perplexed frown was probably one of the cutest and funniest things in the whole world.

The mustache glued to his upper lip and the cravat he wore over a white shirt and black vest were only adding to it so you forced yourself to remain serious. “I’m sorry… pizza and a movie from my dvd collection were all I had to offer on such short notice,” you said, to which she replied by shaking her long, wavy hair.

“Oh no, sweet pea! You did great, I’m just too attached to the illusion that life is a rainbow to be into the traditional Halloween gore,” she sighed and wrapped herself in a colorful poncho. “Hey, Raven Man! Ready to leave?”

Spencer squirmed: an IQ of 187 and still he was unable to come up with a semi-plausible lie when it came to hiding the truth from his friends. Feeling the weight of her curious stare he swallowed nervously.

“I was kind of considering the possibility of going to the midnight screening of Nosferatu, at the Silver Theatre. It’s the 100th anniversary so the Silent Orchestra will play the entire score live, have you ever heard of them? They use contemporary musical idioms to convey the art of pre-talkies films to modern audiences, they’ve been widely acclaimed for their work.”

Penelope raised an eyebrow. “Midnight screening, huh?! Which means you don’t need a ride home… what a coincidence,” she teased, leaning forward to squeeze you in a passionate hug. “I knew it! I saw it the minute I walked in!”

This time was your turn to shrug with a puzzled expression: Reid and Garcia should have been on the opposite side of D.C. for a relaxed dinner at the Morgans’ after a thorough raid of all the neighborhood porches. However, Derek had called just as they were getting in the car to inform them that Hank got unexpectedly sick and forty-five minutes later All Hallows’ Eve enthusiast Reid (dressed up as Edgar Allan Poe) plus a very concerned Penelope had showed up at your apartment, making you wonder why on earth wasn’t she already busy baking since she kept repeating chickenpox called for the best pumpkin pie ever.

“Well, there goes our plan to keep a low profile,” you groaned as you closed the door behind her, and Spencer’s eyes widened in surprise. 

“How…?! Is this what they call ‘female intuition’?”

“Call it whatever you want but I’m glad she’s not mad we didn’t tell her right away,” you replied, proceeding to wrap your arms around his shoulders, “and I can think of another person who’s probably very happy for you, now.”

Spencer got rid of the fake mustache with a pensive stare. When it finally dawned on him that Garcia’s phone buzzing during your impromptu horror-themed movie night had in fact started out as live updates on their godson’s health and most likely turned into a gossip session about you two as a couple he squinted.

“I almost bailed on going trick-or-treating with them. I didn’t because I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, but I also wanted to see you. It’s our first Halloween.”

You nodded. “Maybe we can still get tickets for Nosferatu. You’re a terrible liar, so I’m sure there really is a midnight screening at the Silver Theatre.”

Spencer stared at you, entranced, then pulled you closer and in a heartbeat your lips met his - a sweet caress, tender and soft, your breaths entwined and your noses rubbing against each other in delicate strokes. You gave him a gentle push and he plopped down on the couch as you placed one knee on either side of his legs to straddle him; one of his hands sneaked behind you, exploring you as if he was trying to blindly map your whole back. 

You felt his other hand on your waist, hesitant. 

Three months had passed since the day you both came to the conclusion you were not “just friends” - three months made of late night phone calls from six different States, of handwritten silly notes you hid in his leather bag each time you drove him to the airport to catch a flight for Houston, three months of you hoping things would eventually move past the PG rated phase.

Three months of your self-consciousness sowing the seed of doubt in your heart, encouraged by the notion of whom he got to share his workspace with: you were no Emily or JJ and even if Spencer wasn’t the type to pay attention to details he frequently referred to as ‘trivial’ you were growing less and less confident.

“It’s fine, you can touch me,” you whispered, guiding his palm to cup your breast. They were pretty difficult to ignore, nevertheless he always seemed to steer away from them as much as he could.

You ran your fingers through his hair until you grabbed a small chunk of his curls; Spencer gasped for air and you brushed your tongue over his lower lip, letting out a muffled moan when the heat between your legs became almost unbearable. You started grinding on his lap to adjust tightly against his body.

“Wait…” he whined, squirming under you.

A second moan escaped from your throat while the pressure of his stiff cock hit your thigh but he shoved you away to free himself and spring to his feet, shaking heavily as if he was experiencing a full blown anxiety attack. 

His cheeks were flustered and his hair stuck to his dampened forehead so that he couldn’t even look at you straight - which gave him the perfect excuse to avoid doing it altogether. “I– I’m sorry…”

“No, no, I am…” you muttered, because the guilt building up in your chest felt so heavy you find it difficult to breathe.

Spencer was standing there, fumbling nervously with the cravat around his neck; his body language was screaming discomfort and he was clearly thinking of an excuse to remove himself from the situation. It was then that the hidden and irrational side of you, the one that desperately feared he would have disappeared forever if you’d let him go, kicked in and a rush of adrenaline came running down your spine.

“Please…” you continued, placing a hand over his, “it’s okay, really… there’s no way to control it, you should know better than anyone—”

“Why? Because I’m a man and men are supposed to have zero impulse regulation?!”

The embarrassment and shame in his voice broke you: you had sworn a thousand times in your mind to do your best to be his solace, yet now it seemed you were hurting him like no-one had ever done before.

“No,” you replied, “because you’re the genius, here, and you should know it’s a perfectly healthy and natural reaction.”

He huffed, visibly irritated at what he must have perceived as a patronizing tone. A different sort of emotion crawled under your skin, sparked by the amount of tension stagnating in the air.

You offered him a cushion and glanced at him with your usual no-nonsense attitude. “Sit down, so we can have a proper conversation? You know, like… functioning adults.”

Spencer pouted for a second, evaluating numbers and statistics about two years and a half’s worth of interactions. The truth was, intellectual affinity was such a familiar concept for the two of you that talking your way through an issue was indeed a synonym for a positive outcome. 

He grabbed the cushion and held it onto his stomach to shield himself from your gaze, though it was purposely focused on his face; you thought it was best to put some distance between your bodies when he sat on the couch again so you folded your legs underneath you, shivering like a cold draft had found its way inside the room.

“Listen, we can both agree this is not your regular, everyday casual topic of conversation… which is why we’ve never discussed premarital sex—”

“I’m not against it,” Spencer rushed to declare, “I’ve assumed it was the same for—”

“Sure, no! Ditto,” you confirmed.

His furrowed brows relaxed while his mouth curved in a timid smile. “Did you know that every person’s intimate relationships follow a script that has been written according to their own individual attitude towards all –uhm, sexual experiences?”

“I did not,” you admitted, and Spencer’s hands started dancing to the sound of his own words. 

“There are sets of guidelines for appropriate behavior, each partner in consensual encounters acts as if they are an actor following a script rather than acting on impulse alone. Researches indicate that women are more likely to initiate contact in well established relationships, negotiating sexual activity in developing relationships can be difficult 'cause both parts have multiple goals to deal with, such as providing relational definitions or following specific standards or morals.”

“Yeah, speaking about relationships… I think we’ve been in one since Christmas, we were just too dumb to say it out loud. And to each other,” you explained. “Sounds like a well-established to me but what’s your take on us?”

He curled into himself. “Every time we’re together I know there’s no other place I’d rather be. I’ve never even imagined it could be possible, I want to feel you even closer… and I’m so afraid I’m forcing this on you—”

“You’re not, I want it too,” you reassured him, “but to be honest I was starting to worry you were not into… me.”

Spencer’s beautiful eyes roamed over you and what you could see was all but repulsion. “Actually it’s the complete opposite.”

“So, what if my script says I’m ready to take things further?” you inquired, inching towards him to tug at the cravat of his costume. 

Spencer cupped your face and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Mine is on the same page,” he whispered.

Your fingers immediately went to the vest he was wearing and trailed the line of buttons in a slow movement; you undid them one by one, the hems eventually coming apart to reveal the white shirt underneath.

“Tell me if anything doesn’t feel good,” you purred while you loosened the cravat to uncover his Adam’s apple. The way his muscles tensed as it bobbed up and down drove you crazy, so you teased him with the tip of your tongue - your lips grazing over the short stubble. 

Damn him and his impeccable bone structure: the scruffy look suited him so well it always sparked in you the urge to pin him to a wall and sink your teeth into his tender flesh. You loved how he could sport a smooth, professional style when the situation required it still wasn’t concerned with shaving each morning, almost as if it was an impractical activity which took energy away from whatever he considered to be a priority at that moment. 

You heard something flop on the floor and stopped your ministrations: the cushion he’d been holding over his stomach wasn’t there anymore, meaning you got to notice his trousers were becoming increasingly tight.

You squeezed his knee to make sure he was prepared for a more intimate contact then you slid it even further on his leg, giving him a couple of minutes to adjust to your gentle strokes before you felt confident enough to move the action to his inner thigh.

Spencer gasped, surprised rather than shocked or disturbed by how close you were now to where he was aching, and he leaned back to ease the pressure of the fabric but kept his eyes on you. 

He gave a silent nod in response to your interrogative stare, so you finally traced the outline of his hard cock between your thumb and index.

He jolted this time and muttered under his breath, a deep rasp in his voice you didn’t expect: you were unprepared to hear your name spoken as it was the quintessence of pure desire and you quivered, the throbbing in your ears rolling to your core.

You kissed his temple as you pointed at the waistband of his trousers. “Can I…?”

“Y– yes…” he muttered.

His clothes didn’t have any space left to accommodate his bulge. You palmed over it and felt an impatient twitch, which nearly had Spencer cursing; it was becoming torture for him so you reached for the zipper. 

For a split second the historical inaccuracy of a Victorian era costume featuring a device first introduced years after Edgar Allan Poe’s death hit you - a remark Reid himself would have been very appreciative of, which showed how much you could relate to the way his brain worked. Then you shook out of it and peeled his slacks open.

You crumpled the shirt over his stomach and marveled at the sight of his soft belly, the flawless navel, the dark fuzz pointing directly to his raging erection. With a cautious approach you freed it from any restraint, chewing on your lower lip as you often did when you were entirely focused on a challenging task. 

You couldn’t exactly say you had many options in your mind to compare him to but you had done a lot of fantasizing: now that he was in front of you, undressed and defenseless, you were downright mesmerized by—

“What’s wrong?!” Spencer screeched, interrupting your train of thought. “Is it odd? Does it look odd?!”

You shook your head, taken aback. “... odd?! No, why?!” you asked. “It’s just…” you petted the roundness to demonstrate, “I like your tummy so much.”

The way it pressed against his belt whenever he sat next to you on your couch or his was overly inviting and in the past weeks you had to fight the temptation to sneak a hand inside his shirt to squish it, because you didn’t know how he would’ve reacted. 

“Really?!” he marveled, confirming he wasn’t even aware you had a thing for soft tummies. His soft tummy, to be specific.

You smiled and leaned forward to rest your forehead against his. “Are you okay with me doing this?”

Spencer nodded, his eyelids half-closed, so you let your fingertips follow the trail of hair below his belly button; his hardness twitched again when you got near, then you wrapped your hand around it. 

You both moaned in unison, a harmony of pleasure that filled the silence of your living room. You moved along his entire length, feeling the satiny skin sliding over the shaft, and he threw his hair back in a movement that left his jugular exposed: his neck was too inviting and you sucked on it, the groans vibrating in his throat reverberating on your lips.

You gripped tighter when he got used to your caresses. As soon as his muffled whimpers seemed to increase in frequency you circled your thumb over the tip, spreading his leaking precum over the sensitive head. Spencer was at loss for words, a good indication that he was definitely enjoying the moment.

You were enjoying it too; you started to rub your legs together, your imagination running wild and picturing all sorts of scenarios. The mere thought of having him inside of you made you want to touch yourself but you resisted: Spencer was undoubtedly new to this and deserved someone in his life to love him and shower him with attention, so you decided to put his release before your own.

When you twisted your hand at the base of his cock he jumped, missing the bridge of your nose by a few inches.

“Too much?!” you cooed, and he seemed to come out of a sort of drunken stupor.

“No, no… it’s good, I like it…”

You sighed. “Spence, you have to tell me if—”

“It’s really good,” he replied, the urgency sensible in his tone. “Don’t stop,” he pleaded, low-key ashamed of how needy he’d sounded.

You pecked him on the nose as a reassurance you accepted and cherished this version of him: he wasn’t the kind of man to be interested in the crude physical aspect of sex, he’d made it clear. He wasn’t desperate for just anyone to satisfy him - he trusted you to do it, because he knew you were safe in each other’s arms.

You shifted to adjust at his side and returned to your previous occupation; you let your other hand wander over his thigh as a forewarning, then you sheepishly cupped his balls so you could provide additional stimulation and send him over the edge.

He bucked his hips, a loud “Oh, God!!!” escaping from his mouth before he grasped a fistful of your hair. He was hungry for you, his tongue sliding lustfully against yours and his breathing so ragged you were sure he was getting close. 

Kissing him was your drug of choice but you also wanted to watch him come undone, thanks to you, so you turned your head while he tensed: he arched his back and bucked his hips once more, nipping at your earlobe. He became harder as he spilled himself over your fingers, wrist and his own stomach with a feral growl.

You didn’t let go of him, not even when his whole body finally slumped down.

The well-defined jaw and unruly curls falling on his face, now so serene, made him appear like a Botticellian masterpiece. Botticelli would have never painted one of his subjects in such a disheveled state, for sure, but the contrast between his angelic aura and the fact he was sprawled on the couch with his trousers unzipped and his softening cock still in your hand was a vision to behold.

“Hey,” you hummed as he re-opened his eyes and found you looking at him, “you’re too cute to be real, you know that?!”

Embarrassed - yet adorably proud - Spencer lowered his gaze, only to grimace at the stickiness on his belly. And on you. “I made a mess, I’m s—”

“We made a mess. Besides, it’s nothing a towel can’t fix, don’t be sorry,” you said, patting his tummy.

You were almost tempted to ask him how long he’d been saving it for, in a clumsy attempt to remind him you’d fallen so head over heels for him you were not at all grossed out; at the last moment you ruled the joke out, though, stretching your legs to get up instead. “Give me a couple of minutes.”

He flashed you the most awkward smile and you forced your feet to move towards the bathroom. 

You washed your hands under the hot running water and silently watched a part of Spencer swirling down the drain; the floral scent of the soap was now in the air but you could still feel his - coffee and cologne, accentuated by the faint traces of sweat on his skin. 

You had just discovered something new: Spencer was often oblivious of how good he looked (despite the dark circles under his eyes) and that was no mystery, but the idea he might have been insecure about different parts of his body was something you’d never taken into account. If being a couple was the natural consequence of the emotional bond between you - rather than a result of some physical infatuation alone - why was he so preoccupied with your reaction to his half-naked self?

Your brain was going in severe overdrive. 

You inhaled and exhaled a couple of times, your fingers gripping on the honed marble of the countertop, then you dried your hands with a towel, grabbed a fresh one and returned to the living room; the instant you approached your couch you realized Spencer had been doing a lot of thinking of his own, and your heart sank into your stomach.

“Wunderkind, are you alright?” you questioned as you offered him the towel so that he could clean himself up. “What’s going on in here?” you added, tapping lightly on his temple.

He shrugged and proceeded to meticulously remove any trace of his seed from his belly and clothes before tucking the shirt into the waistband of his trousers. “Nothing special.”

His left eyebrow raised, due to an involuntary movement of his facial muscles: it was a flash, a glimpse, the undeniable proof he was hiding something. The sound of your intrusive thoughts and fears got so loud you wanted to scream to cover their noise.

“Your microexpressions say otherwise,” you retorted.

Spencer lifted his head to meet your eyes, mouth agape, and you couldn’t decipher the meaning of such a bewildered reaction. You had always been able to recognize his lying frown, his anxious smile, the suspicious squint and a hundred more variations: you were not a member of the BAU but you were an expert on detecting and classifying his emotions, yet you’d never seen that one before. 

“It’s… uhm, I’m wondering if it was good for you.”

Your heart leaped and bounced back where it belonged. His job required him to be the one calling people out on their behavior, not the other way round; your presence in his life forced him to face a situation in which his skills as a profiler couldn’t shield him from his own vulnerability, so he was in serious need of some consolation.

You bent over to whisper in his ear. “It was.”

“But you didn’t...” he nervously licked his lips, “and I want you to. Just tell me how.”

In the back of your mind you were 100% sure it would have been the right moment to confess you’d been harboring a few insecurities of your own but your fight-flight-freeze response was already answering on your behalf, making you freeze on the spot.

“Spencer…”

“You don’t think I can?!” he inquired, still convinced his lack of experience was the motivation behind any episode of miscommunication. 

“NO! It’s not about you,” you responded in a hurry, hugging him as he was still seated on the couch. “Or maybe it is… ” you gestured to your whole figure, “I guess I’m a bit worried this isn’t what—”

Spencer wrapped you in an equally sweet hug, his chin dimple pressed on your abdomen. “This is soft,” his hands ran to the back of your knees, trailing up, “it’s so soft I’ve got only one thing in mind every time you hug me and I have to stop myself…”

He stopped talking mid-sentence when you guided his palms over your chest and he finally laughed, fascinated by the feeling of your breasts through the shirt.

If he was so happy at the idea you were starving for his touch and was clearly eager to reciprocate it was time to consider the strong possibility he wasn’t just settling for less. “Do you really—”

“Yes!” he replied, enthusiastically. “But I could use a few hints, you know.”

You knew. “May I sit on your lap, kind sir?”

The ‘are you even serious?’ pout on his face deserved an award; now you were both allowed to act silly without the slightest concern one of you was making fun of the other, high on the intoxicating concept of true intimacy.

You positioned yourself so that you were seated on his groin, your back flat on his chest and your head nestled in the crook of his neck, thanking Mother Nature for the existence of refractory periods. Not that it was necessary, but Spencer hooked his left forearm around your waist to secure you as his tongue glided over the soft skin behind your ear. “How do I start?”

“Step one: make some space,” you tipped him.

He gulped loudly and began to caress your knee, ghosting his fingers along the thigh-bone. You shivered in anticipation and when he tried to reach for your inner thigh you spread your legs apart; he flattened his palm, gripping on your muscles and rubbing back and forth - still keeping some distance from your most delicate spots. 

You turned to offer him your lips. “Tease me… up and down, light touches.”

He did as he was told. When he ran the back of his hand over your mound you whimpered, the oversensitivity being too much to bear combined with the mind-blowing taste of his mouth over yours.

“Isn’t it frustrating for you?” he managed to articulate in between kisses and you rocked your hips against him.

You could already feel the familiar and insistent throbbing, accentuated by the fact that delayed gratification was a real pain; you were dying for him to placate the fire his hard cock had sparked in you, so you grabbed his wrist and guided it over your stomach, down the front of your panties.

He gasped at the feeling of your tender flesh, the curly hair, the dampness - too many sensory inputs to process all at once. “You’re so… warm?”

“Core body temperature is higher than the temperature of the skin,” you reminded him. 

“So warm,” he kept repeating, basic biology facts lost on him because his brain seemed to have switched off. 

His palm grazed over your folds and your legs fell further open to give him better access; you stroked his left forearm and tilted your head back. “Only two fingers now, Spence… up and down. But don’t go straight for—”

You tensed when his fingertips danced on your clit and he gripped you even tighter. “Sorry,” he mumbled, but the sensation was so good you could only smile.

“If you plan to go there it’s left and right. And draw a few circles around, big and small...” you explained before words turned into muffled moans as he put your suggestions into actions.

You were still grinding on his lap, your back glued to his chest, and he took advantage of the proximity to trap your earlobe between his teeth, sucking lightly at each change of the pattern he was tracing.

You squeezed his wrist when the flame inside of you grew fiercer. “You can slip your finger in if you want.”

Spencer let go of your earlobe and paused. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve been thinking about it for weeks,” you admitted, the weight of your secret vanishing in the air like a puff of smoke.

He sighed and shifted underneath you; just as you were ready to tell him he didn’t have to if he wasn’t comfortable with the idea he slid his middle finger past your entrance and you shuddered in his embrace. His hands were elegant, veiny, and his slender digits made for playing piano or reaching your hidden crevices - you had no doubts about it, but judging by how he was sitting still he had more than one question regarding what to do with them.

“How do I feel? Spence...?”

Even if you couldn’t really see his face, you knew he had a confused-slash-excited look on. “Hot… and wet, I never thought—”  

“You like it?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?!” he asked in the cutest high-pitched tone and you laughed, making you both wince at the sudden movement. 

All the words in any existent language put together couldn’t describe the amount of affection you had for him. “I like it, Spence,” you hummed, “and it would be even better if you tried curling your fin— FUCK!” 

Spencer wasn’t one to waste time once he was given a specific instruction.

He pushed his finger forward and curled it as you said, gliding in and out to slowly familiarize himself with the different textures of your inner walls. He adopted a very empirical approach, experimenting several techniques based on what he’d learned not so long before, while you whimpered and moaned his name; he was moaning, too, and so prettily you couldn’t control yourself.

“Spence, I need more…” 

He nipped at your jaw, his long hair tickling your cheek. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t, I promise”, you panted, almost out of breath.

When he slipped a second finger in you realized that his arm wrapped around your waist was the only thing still keeping you in place: your legs were giving up on you, your hips swayed to let Spencer’s fingers plunge deeper as your back arched and your fists closed around his clothes. He was pumping relentlessly, overwhelmed by your wetness and the way you were taking him inside like he was a missing part of your own body; he tried to reach for your mouth and you turned to grasp the nape of his neck.

“Your hands are perfect,” you whined, “you are perfect…”

He huffed, his heart pounding fast. “Are you…?”

“Please... make me come, Spence,” you begged him in a whisper.

He pressed his thumb on your clit and started alternating between rough circling motions and the upward movement of his fingers, as you bucked your hips at a frantic pace; your thighs muscles contracted, you clenched around him and you ears plugged as you climaxed - something that had never happened to you before.

You tugged at his hair and screamed his name, before settling against his body once the tension faded. 

He kept his fingers inside and he cuddled you throughout the aftermath of your orgasm, planting butterfly kisses wherever his mouth could reach and cradling you like his only mission in life was making you feel safe and protected. 

Your self-consciousness awoke first, despite the rush of feel-good hormones flowing in your bloodstream.

“Am I crushing you…?” you mumbled, and he grunted as you wriggled free to lean forward and pick up the towel from the floor. 

He stared at his wet fingers with a pensive frown, then he wiped them clean and turned to face you - now seated on the couch with your legs across his and your forearm rested on his shoulder, so that you could play with his curls. 

“Doctor, you deserve a gold star for your performance.”

He smiled and lowered his gaze for a second. “I’m very good at following instructions.”

“You’re not bad at improvising, either,” you pointed out, “the thing you did with your thumb…?”

“I figured it was only a matter of combining the exact pressure and the right angle. Technically speaking—”

“Spencer?!” you cut him off, before he could lose himself in his own rambling. “Thank you,” you added, kissing him lightly on his lips before you stood up to fix your panties and trousers. “You can tell me all about the mechanics behind one of the best orgasms of my life on our way.”

“Nosferatu. First Halloween together…?” you elaborated when he looked at you in total confusion. “You’ve changed your mind.”

He shifted on the couch, his hazel eyes fixed on you. “Is that okay?”

This time you looked at him with your best ‘is ice cream cold?’ frown: you wanted to spend eternity with him, not just an hour or two more. You climbed into his lap and tangled your fingers in his hair while he cupped your breasts.

“What if I get…? I mean... again?!”

“Well, it’s not going to happen right now, Professor!!" you snorted, and his giggle sounded like celestial music. "But don’t worry, we’ve got the whole night."

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[daisies-daydreams]

….listen. Simon gets home after being MONTHS away from chubby reader. He comes home and the reader is excited to see him. Hugs him and all that stuff…then when Simon wants to get raunchy, reader shrugs away teasingly. Simon gets very needy and whiney. Out of character for him really. Reader then teases him/nicely degrades him for being so needy. Reader then worships the hell out of his cock and even rubs Simons stomach softly to soothe him. Then Simon manhandles reader to ride his face ����🤭 then Simon just takes over and pins reader down, ‘punishing’ them for being so bratty (in his terms cause he’s an impatient man), fucking reader into the bed..and just for comedic relief…it breaks.

C’mere (Simon Riley x Plus-Sized!Wife!Reader)

Pairing: Simon Riley x F!Plus-Sized!Reader Category: Smut (18+) Warnings: Choking, Oral Sex (M!/F!Receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Unprotected P in V Sex (Wrap Before You Tap), Dirty Talk, Pet Names (Sweet Pea, Sweetheart, Love/Lovie, Hon, Baby), Swearing, Reader Being a Tease 🤭 Bed Breaking Word Count: 3.9k+

A/N: Hello my dear! I love how descriptive your request is (especially whiny Simon, hehe). Also the bed breaking suggestion is hilarious (and 100% Simon's fault). I hope you enjoy!

You perked your head up when you heard keys jangle outside of your front door. You immediately closed the book in your lap before scrambling to your feet. Your eyes widened when you swung the door open, revealing your husband. Tears welled in your eyes.

“Simon!” you cried as you pulled him into an impossibly tight hug. Your love cracked an exhausted smile before wrapping his arms around you. You sniffed, hot tears falling down your cheeks as he returned your embrace. Simon's warm breath fell over your hair as he rubbed your lower back.

“Missed you so much, sweet pea,” he murmured, his voice deep and husky. A voice you haven't heard for months. You swallowed thickly as you buried his face in his chest. 

“I missed you, too, Si,” you sighed. Simon chuckled as he kissed the crown of your head. You smiled brightly when he trailed his lips down your forehead and over the bridge of your nose. Your heart stopped as his lips collided with yours, the warmth of his mouth sending tingles down your spine.

You gasped as his hands snaked down your sides before cupping your round ass.

"Simon, the door's still open!" you squealed as your cheeks burned. You watched his lips curve into a wry smirk as he squeezed your supple flesh. 

"Sorry, got a bit distracted," Simon winked. You giggled and stepped inside, your hand still wrapped around his as he closed the door with his boot. You had no time to react when he suddenly pinned you to the wall, his lips dancing over yours once more. He groaned softly before grabbing your love handles.

“Why don’t you join me for a shower, hm?” he suggested as he played with the waistband of your pants. You bit your lip just the way he liked before slipping away. Simon shot you a puzzled look.

“I already took one today,” you said with a low, sultry tone. He raised his dirty blonde brows as you swished your hips a little. Simon bit the inside of his cheek as he followed you back to the living room.

“Baby…I’ve been gone for four months. Could you please at least spare a ten minute shower?” he asked. You hummed and tapped your finger against your chin. Simon’s frown deepened as you shook your head.

“Nope!” you giggled before sinking down onto the couch. "I actually need to catch up on my book," you added as you reached over for your novel. You flinched when he placed his hand over yours, his wedding band shining beneath the lamp.

“Honey…you’re not gonna make me say it, are you?” he rumbled as he avoided eye contact.

“Hm? Say what?” you asked as you tilted your head. Your lover narrowed his eyes as he took a step forward, his knees brushing against the couch cushions.

“You know what I mean,” Simon said as he rubbed his palm across your knuckles. You shrugged, the corners of your lips curving up a little more.

“I’m afraid I don’t, Si,” you mused. Simon huffed before pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Please?” he muttered. You smirked as you held your hand up to your ear. 

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that,” you said with a wide, Cheshire grin. You adored the way his bottom lip poked out a little more as he squeezed your hand.

“Sweetheart, please…I need you so fucking bad,” he swallowed. 

Your legs instantly turned to jelly at the sound of his low, raspy voice. You dared to glance into his dark eyes. Heat swelled inside your core as you lost yourself in his lustful gaze. You shivered as he rubbed his other palm over your waist, a prominent bulge twitching beneath his slacks as his chest heaved. You gave him a sultry, half-lidded gaze.

“Poor thing. You're probably so touch-starved after being away for so long, huh?” you cooed as you rubbed his shoulders. Simon groaned as his hips bucked forward a little, his hand gripping your waist. 

“You have no fuckin’ idea,” he growled. You flashed him a wry grin as you moved a hand down to cup his covered length. Simon released a shaky breath as you rubbed your palm against his strained erection. He bucked into your hand, his Adam's apple bobbing as you teased his cock.

“You’re such a needy thing, Simon,” you whispered. He grunted when you pulled away, his brows knitted together in pure annoyance.

“(Y/N),” he breathed, a half-warning, half-plea. You chuckled as you snatched his zipper. Simon sputtered as you unzipped his pants, his happy trail a bit thicker than usual and briefs barely containing his engorged length. Your love whined as you played with the band of his underwear. 

“Fuck, (Y/N), please,” Simon choked. You smiled before dipping your hand into his briefs. He sputtered as you wrapped your hand around his veiny shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze. Before you knew it, Simon crashed his lips against yours, his hands hastily plucking at the sides of your sweatpants. 

“You're such a tease,” he snarled. You made sure to slowly swipe your tongue across your lips as you slid down to the rug. You shuffled on your knees before playfully patting the cushion you were just sitting on.

"Are you sure about that?" you drawled before tugging down your tank top. Your husband groaned as your breasts spilled out. You hummed as he sat down, his eyes locked on the way your tits swayed as you shuffled forward. A deep rumble rose from his chest as you rubbed up and down his thighs.

“When are you-” 

His breath hitched as you quickly pulled down his pants and boxers, his bulky cock springing free from its confines. You smirked as you gently rubbed your thumb across his leaking tip. 

“Miss me much, Si?” you purred before gently lapping up his dribbling slit. Your husband audibly choked as you just barely wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, sucking on it tenderly before pulling back. You giggled as you pumped his shaft, squeezing and rubbing it as you littered the top of his burning sex with wet, sloppy kisses. 

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Simon shuddered as he slipped his fingers through your hair, his legs spreading a little wider. You pursed your lips over his flush tip before licking a bold stripe along the bottom of his shaft. You smiled as you planted your mouth over his balls, sucking on them tenderly as you let his throbbing cock rest over your face. You exhaled loudly as you let his testicles fall from your swollen lips. 

“You taste as good as I remember,” you grinned as a trail of spit dripped down your chin. Simon gripped your hair as you squeezed his shaft, your tongue swirling around his tip. He growled lowly as you shallowly bobbed your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks all the while.

You moaned around his length, the feeling of every vein and ridge making your pussy gush with arousal. Your eyes rolled back as you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth, a rush of precum slathering your tongue. He grunted when you pulled back, his cock completely red and begging for attention. 

“I forgot just how big you are, Si,” you cooed as you gently slid your hand beneath his shirt. He arched his back a little as you rubbed your warm hand over the divots of his taut stomach. His breath hitched when you quickly kissed the side of his cock before gazing into his dark, misty eyes.

“I missed how you stretched me, my dildos never do your cock justice,” you lilted. 

Simon’s eyes widened as he parted his lips. His jaw suddenly went slack as you sank down on his cock, your mouth pulling him in with a sweet suction before you pulled your head up again. Simon threw his head back as his hips began to thrust forward. Your eyes watered as you gagged, his cock nearly choking you as you bobbed your head even faster. Your breasts swayed with every harsh movement, your nipples grazing over the edge of the couch.

You slathered your spit across his meaty shaft as you gripped the inside of his thighs, nails digging into his pale flesh. Your pussy fluttered as he sank deeper and deeper with every piston of his hips. The wet squelches and pops that echoed through the room made your head spin.

“C’mon, be a good girl and make me cum,” he snarled. You gasped as he slammed your head down on his dick, his cock completely lodged down your warm, tight throat. You gurgled and choked as he spilled inside you, his hot, thick cum coating every inch of your esophagus.

You blinked away the tears that spilled down your face, your nostrils flaring as your lungs begged for air. His hips stuttered a few more times before he went limp. He breathed heavily as he swiped his thumb over your cheeks. Simon hummed as you pulled yourself off of his dick. You coughed and sputtered, your throat burning a little as you balanced your hand on his inner thigh.

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” your love asked. You panted as you wiped a string of spit from the corner of your mouth.  

“A little,” you replied with a hoarse laugh. You squeaked when Simon suddenly pulled you onto his lap, his hands squeezing your hips. 

“Good, ‘cause that’s nothing compared to what I’m gonna do next,” he growled. You shivered, your clit aching against your panties as you bit your lip. You leaned in for a kiss, only for Simon to turn away and squeeze your ass.

“Simon!” you squealed as he kneaded your supple flesh. Your husband groaned as he turned back to you and dipped his head against your neck. You moaned as his lips lingered over your pulse. You felt your brain short-circuit as Simon didn't move, just remaining still holding you close. You whined as you rocked your hips forward, desperate for any kind of friction. 

“What do you want, sweetheart?” Simon hummed as he tenderly squeezed your thick, round bum. You moaned as he swiftly licked over your pulse. You gripped his shirt. 

“I-I want you to cum inside me, Si,” you whined as you ground your clothed cunt over his soft cock. Your husband chuckled. 

“Wrap your legs around my waist, hon,” he whispered. You dipped your face into the crook of his shoulder as you slid your legs around his body. Simon grunted as he picked you up, his fingers digging into your asscheeks as he carried you to the bedroom. The two of you burst through the door, his heavy boots stomping against the hardwood floor before he let you fall onto the bed. 

You gulped as he pressed his body against yours, his cock already growing hard again. You moaned as he rubbed his dick against your covered sex, your puffy folds soaked in your arousal as he crashed his lips against yours. 

“Mmm!” you keened as Simon grabbed one of your breasts and jiggled your mound in his large, rough palm. You panted for air before he dove back in, his teeth nearly against yours as he snaked his hand down to the hem of your pants. Both of your chests rose and fell rapidly as he pulled back, his pupils blown and wet lips parted hungrily. 

“Get on my face,” he bluntly groaned. You gaped. 

“Wh-What?” you stammered. You gasped when Simon suddenly pulled your pants and panties down in one swift motion. You shivered as the air hit your slick lower lips, your walls fluttering around nothing. You pouted as Simon leaned back and stripped off the rest of his clothes, tossing them aside. 

“I want you to ride my face,” he rumbled as he began to pump his heavy cock. You whined as you sat up on your forearms. You gasped as Simon quickly pulled off your shirt, his eyes raking down your naked form as he sucked in a sharp breath. 

“Look at you,” he murmured as his hands slid down your sides, his fingers tracing over every stretch mark and roll he could find. 

“Si,” you blushed as you glanced away. You gasped when he slipped his thumb over your swollen clit, capturing it in a dance of pleasure as he circled it slowly. Simon grinned as he pressed his lips to yours again, your eyes growing wide as he massaged your bundle of nerves. He parted for a moment before looking deeply in your eyes, his own holding an eager glint in them. 

“Want me to suck on that cute little clit of yours, hm?” he murmured as he flicked your nub. Your thighs shook as you arched your back. 

“Y-Yes!” you moaned, desperately rubbing your hips against his digit. Simon hummed before suddenly grabbing both of your hips. You yelped as he pulled you against his body, his back becoming flush with the mattress as you sat on top of him. Your cheeks burned as you looked down, your arousal dripping into the divots of his abs. A large lump swelled in your throat as a roaring heat burned through your core. 

"Been forever since I tasted this sweet cunt,” Simon murmured, his voice muffled by the fluff of your thighs. You grasped at the headboard of the bed as you inched forward, a bolt of electricity flying down your spine as you hovered your sex above his lips. You keened when he lashed his tongue against your clit, his hands grabbing hold of your tender love handles.

“C'mon, baby: fuck my face,” your husband growled. You gulped before you sank down. You moaned the instant his mouth met with your folds. Your legs tightened as you felt him lick a long, wet stripe up your juicy slit, parting your labia with a low growl. Pleasure shot through your body as you rolled your hips forward, his chin collecting your sweet nectar.

"Ugh, s-so good," you whined as you ground your slick sex against his mouth. Your trembled at every swipe and stroke of his wet muscle, the tip of his nose bumping against your bundle of nerves each time you thrusted forward. You didn’t mind the slight sting of his stubble as bliss overwhelmed every nerve in your body. You nearly fell forward as he suddenly puckered his lips around your puffy clit and moaned.

“Oh, God,” you keened. Simon suckled on your bundle of nerves, his lips expanding and contracting around your sensitive bud as you gulped.

“Ah, Simon!” you mewled as you rocked your hips a little faster. You threw your head back as you felt him suddenly flatten his tongue against your slit and lapped in broad, sloppy strokes. You gurgled incoherently as your heart pounded in your ears.

Your eyes rolled back as you felt him lazily write his name against your sex. S-I-M-O-N. You puffed as he marked you with his muscle. You glanced over your shoulder when you heard a different slick sound come from behind you. You whined as you watched Simon stroke his now erect cock at a furious pace. The thought of him getting off to eating you out only pushed you closer to the edge. Lighting shot down your spine as he swirled his tongue around your clit.

"Y-Yes! Right there!" you screamed as Simon licked around your sensitive bud. Your head pounded as you rubbed your pussy against his face even faster, your body bouncing over his as you gripped the headboard for dear life. Your head grew dizzier and dizzier as he swiped his tongue back and forth before puckering his mouth around your clit again. Your eyes widened.

“Fuck!” you sobbed as your thick thighs clenched around his head, your orgasm quickly rolling over you like a tidal wave. Simon guzzled down your sweet nectar, his head moving back and forth as he moaned beneath you. You shivered as you heard him smack his lips, your high fading away like clouds in the wind.

"That...that was-" you moaned when Simon suddenly grabbed your hips and shoved you down even closer so you were fully sitting on his face.

“S-Simon!” you screamed as he lapped at your weeping hole, quickly flicking his tongue up and down. You gasped as his chuckle reverberated against your core, ripples of pleasure trickling down your spine. He kissed your folds before pulling your hips up. 

“Sorry, lovie. Had to get one final taste before I fill you up,” he muttered, eyes lit up with pure desire as he gently pecked your clit. Your heart flipped as he suddenly pinned you to the end of the bed, his thick, heavy cock sliding against your drenched sex. “You still want that? Want me to stuff you with my cum?” Simon teased as he rubbed his head against your slick entrance. You whined and nodded.

“Yes!” you sniffed as you gripped the bedsheets. Your jaw went slack when he pushed his cock deep inside your walls in one fluid motion. You released a scream of ecstasy as his meaty shaft stretched your aching pussy. 

“Fuck, I forgot how tight you are,” Simon hissed as he spread your legs a little wider. You choked as his cock sank further inside, the tip kissing your cervix as your walls deliciously pulsed. “Where’d that cocky girl from earlier go, hm?” your husband drawled as he rolled his hips back before snapping forward. Your throat felt sore as you screamed and dug your nails into his shoulders. Simon grunted above you as he pistoned his dick at a hungry pace. You wailed as you felt his cock stretch you wide open, the pleasure nearly divine as you babbled. The bed creaked and groaned as he plowed into you, the headboard slapping against the wall so hard you were sure your neighbors could hear you. 

“I shouldn’t have let you cum before since you were bein’ such a brat…but I couldn't pass up the opportunity to taste you after being gone for too damn long,” he huffed before sucking on one of your fresh hickeys. 

You swore you saw stars as you felt him everywhere: his cock plunged deep inside your cunt, his hot breath against your neck, the heady smell of his sweat wafting up your nose. You tilted your head back as he rubbed his abs against your puffy belly, your thick legs lazily hooking around his waist as you quickly neared your second release. 

“C’mon angel, wanna see you slather my cock with your cum before I fill you up,” Simon panted. You swallowed thickly as you arched your back, your walls fluttering and gripping his dick with such fervor you were sure it was purple by now. 

“Simon, baby,” you slurred as your head fell back. The muscles in your lower belly twisted into a tight knot as your legs shivered. 

“Go on, sweet pea. Tell me who-“ 

A loud “crack!” echoed through the room as you felt yourself suddenly sink. You shrieked as you felt yourself nearly fold in half, Simon’s cock still lodged deep inside your slick walls. Both of you gasped and panted for air before you started snickering. Simon tilted his head as you burst into laughter. He chuckled quietly before joining in your laughter. Your sides began to hurt as your eyes watered. 

“I-I can’t believe we broke the bed!” you howled as you wiped at your eyes. Simon shook his head as his breathing steadied.

“Think I was thrusting a little too hard?” he sighed. You turned your head to the side as you coughed a little and giggled. 

“Just a tad,” you said as you pinched your fingers together. Your husband’s shoulders raised as he huffed a little, the corner’s of his lips tugging upwards as he thrusted his hips forward. You gasped and clutched his shoulders. 

“Simon!” you gaped. He grunted in response as he shallowly pumped his cock inside you. 

“Yeah, love?” he hummed as he dragged his dick against your gummy walls. You furrowed your brows. 

“Could you maybe not fuck me while I’m nearly bent in half over our broken bedframe?!” you asked. Your throat tightened when the head of his cock pulled against your sensitive, plush g-spot. 

“I thought you liked being bent in half?” he murmured teasingly. Your eyes rolled back when he shoved his cock all the way against your cervix, feeling every ridge and curve of his thick shaft massage your canal. Simon bared his teeth against your neck as he drove his cock inside you even faster. Your pussy squelched as you moaned. 

“S-Simon!” you yelled as your walls suddenly clamped down on his dick, beautiful cries spilling from your mouth as you rocked your hips forward. 

“Mmm that’s right. Good…girl…” he grunted before shoving his cock deep inside you. You cried out as you felt his hot, thick cum coat every inch of your needy cunt. You sputtered and shook beneath him, pleasure filling your body from head to toe. Simon took a deep breath above you as his cock twitched one final time. Both of you gazed into each other’s eyes, your bodies worn and shivering. 

“You alright?” Simon finally asked. You nodded as your breasts rose and fell against his chest. He hummed before kissing you deeply, his warm lips gently caressing yours. You groaned as a dull pain shot through your lower back. Simon quickly pulled away. 

“Could we maybe change to a position where my spine isn’t almost at a ninety degree angle?” you wheezed. Your husband rolled off of you before taking your hand and pulling you up. You stumbled forward and placed your hands on his broad pecs. Simon smirked. 

“Already feelin’ me up again?” he piqued. You rolled your eyes and let your hands fall back to your sides, drawing a deep chuckle from your love. Simon rubbed your lower back as his eyes softened. "So...think you want to take that shower with me now?" he asked. You blinked before snorting.

"Considering I'm now covered in sweat and cum, sure," you shrugged with a teasing smile. Simon chuckled as he planted a kiss on your forehead.

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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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*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.

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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

[emrickzhomepalace]

“little lightning stars” - j.k

jared kleinman x reader

fem non-binary reader

plus-size reader

angsty at first but quickly goes to fluff

warnings: self-deprecation, anxiety/panic attack, also as a btw i am not a plus-size person writing this so if i write smth rude or out of line here lmk asap!

words: 302

this was all stupid. they had no reason to be crying on one of the happiest days of the year - well, for most, anyhow.

valentines day could be a happy day for couples and a sad day for singles. but here’s the thing, y/n was neither, they weren’t single but they weren’t happy, what gives right?

y/n’s boyfriend, jared, should be here with them spending the day cuddling and watching rom-coms, as they did the year before

but jared was no where to be seen, and at the worst of moments.

y/n is considered by most ‘overweight’, and although jared disagrees, they can’t help but feel sickened in their own skin.

the very moment y/n slipped into their clothes for today they immediately broke down, feeling awfully in their own body.

and not having jared there to console them, only worsened matters.

“honeyyy! i’m home!!” jared cooed, he turned to see his lover, y/n, barely able to breathe and in such a state of panic.

“hey, hey, hey.. sweat pea? what’s wrong?” jared asked, cupping his beautiful lovers face.

“i-i’m sorry!” y/n cried, hugging jared tightly.

“no, no it’s okay, it’s okay. what happened?” jared asked, still so confused

“i-i just feel so ugly in my body! i hate it! w-with how fat i am, a-and my stretch marks! i-i just..” the one sobbed into the dark haired boys chest.

he patted their hair softly, and pulled their chin upward to look at him.

“look, sweetie, i bought you some flowers and sweets for valentine’s day. we can put the flowers in a vase, and just, eat snacks and cuddle up and watch movies? let’s take your thoughts on vacation, okay?” jared explained, looking at his dearest lovers face for approval.

y/n looked up at jared, smiling. “yeah, let’s do it.”

[plus-size-reader]

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.

~

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.

[curvydolleros]

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.” 

[xserpentlife]

Problems

Requested: Anon -  may I request a sweet pea x reader where the reader is a good girl north sider and has to tutor him and at first he finds her annoying but the more they spend time together he ends up falling for her (maybe they could have a moment where they talk about their life's and her life isn't as perfect as she leads on)

A/N: here’s a fic for y’all. Hope you enjoy it. I may do a drabble because I have a feeling @wayward-river​ my beta is going to request one haha

Warnings: Talk of drug addict parents

Word Count: About 1840

You were about to leave class when the teacher called you and Sweet Pea up to his desk. You were told to stay behind as the rest of the students left and you really didn’t understand why, especially not with the southsider.

“Yes Mr. Eric”

“Ah Ms. Y/N, I need to ask a big favor of you” You looked over to see Sweet Pea looking down at his feet as he leaned against the desk

“Yes?”

“You see I’m the basketball coach here as well as the science teacher, and Pea here is not doing very good in Chem like you are. I would like you to tutor him”

“Mr. Eric, I would but I don’t think that is such a good idea…”

“Ms. Y/N please, I’ll even throw in a few extra credit points for you, and I’ll be able to add this to your letter of recommendation”

“Okay… I’ll help

“Thank you, please once you both leave, make a plan to meet up as soon as possible” You turned picking up your books and leaving the room, waiting outside the door for Sweet Pea.

“Sorry I’m such an inconvenience for you, I know you don’t want to be seen around with a Southsider”

“That isn’t what I said…”

“Doesn’t matter”

“Whatever Sweet Pea, meet me in the library tomorrow right after school”

“Fine” He walked off without another word, You really didn’t know Sweet Pea all that well. You knew he was from the southside, and you knew he was part of the Serpents, but that was about it. You had no problem with him being in the Serpents, you were just extremely busy and having to tutor him on top of it, was not helping you at all.

You went through your day as normal. You worked through the night at your bartending job in Greendale, picked up your brothers from your house, and then got to school with minutes to spare. You were dead tired. The nice northside girl that everyone knew you as was starting to slowly fade away. You got through school fairly well, completely forgetting about having to tutor Sweet Pea, until you saw him sitting in the library as you were leaving. You walked in sitting down slowly at the table.

“Sorry I was late”

“Look at that the goody Northsider wasn’t on time”

“I already apologized”

“I know…”

“Are you ready to study…?”

“I mean you're the tutor, aren't you supposed to tell me?”

“I’m really not in the mood today Sweet Pea”

“Aww what? Perfect little Northsider had a tough day?”

‘You know what... here are your study guides and guided notes, study yourself, oh and check your attitude and maybe we’ll try this again in a few days…  meet me here on Thursday” You walked out after that, rushing to Pop’s because you were going to be late for your afterschool shift.

The past few days have been fine with Sweet Pea, and his tutoring sessions. He came learned and left, not many words were exchanged between the two of you.

You missed school yesterday due to the fact you had to work all day meaning you missed the study session you had planned with Sweet Pea. At School today you had to act like you weren’t tired, and act as peppy as possible because Cheryl was using you for a campaign for the school news and her presidency. You were smiles all day, forcing them upon your face. You finally gave up when you went to the library to wait for Sweet Pea. He was late, five minutes past, then ten, you lost track at twenty falling asleep at the table. You didn’t need to be here, but he needed you and you weren’t one to give up on people.

Sweet pea was about to leave the school, basketball practice ran late, but as he looked into the library he saw you asleep at the table. In the past few weeks the more he has gotten to know you the more you have grown to annoy him. Constantly badgering about his grades, assignments and everything in between. He just wanted to be a normal teenager, but living on the southside he was behind on his work and to play basketball he just couldn't be. He actually felt bad when he saw you sleeping at that table, he walked in tapping you on the shoulder.

“I’m sorry”

“Really… that’s surprising”

“Sit down so we can get started at least, I only have 20 minutes”

“You know you don’t have to be a bitch. I shouldn't even be here”

“Really because it kinda is your fault you're here, you're the one that needs to be tutored not me, so do you want the help or not?” He shuts up after that, taking the papers, and responding to your questions. The timer on your phone went off signaling you had to leave to go work your shift.

“I'll see you Wednesday after school for our session right?”

“Actually no Pea, I’m going to be at work… but uh you can come there if you need the help”

“Alright I’ll be there, we have our test the next day so I really need the extra help” He realized that he needed the help, that you were important to him, and you had become important in the few weeks he had spent with you. He didn’t mean to be rude to you, it was just the way he was raised.  People never helped you for the sake of you, but only ever for the sake of themselves. He was wary of new people and at the time you were new. He realized quickly he wanted to make that up, but that didn’t make up for the fact that he was still trying to decode you, still trying to understand if you truly cared or not”

“Yeah that’ll be fine”

A few days later was your study night at Pop's. Usually, it is slower during the week so you thought you would have time, but work that night was non-stop. You watched Pea come through the door taking a seat at one of the booths. You walked over quickly.

“I’m sorry Pea I’m just slammed right now, give me a few minutes” A few minutes turned to ten and it felt like you were becoming him, that night that he left you there. You sat with him for the ten-minute break you had. You expect to be done after working another twenty after that, but Pop offered you to stay later and you had to take it, you couldn’t deny you needed the money more than anything.

Pea was getting angrier. He knew you were working, but you kept promising you would be done, and it felt like he was getting disappointed like he had a hundred times in his life. Memories flooding back of the people that left and lied. He barely knew you but he felt something with you like he hadn’t felt with a lot of people. He wanted you to keep your promises and he knew you were working, but you not helping was making him more and more upset so he got up about to leave before you walked up to him.

“I’m so sorry Sweet Pea, it’s been crazy in here…”

“Save it, I get it I’m not that important…”

“You just love being a dick huh” Pop Tate looked at you “sorry Pop Tate, we'll go outside” You drug Sweet Pea by his sleeve, Pop giving you a nod that your shift was over.

“Why do you have to be such an asshole I’m sorry I haven't been as available for you tonight, I never meant for that to happen. Usually, this is our slow night. I figured I could get two things done at once, but then Pop Tate mentioned more hours and I had to take it”

“Why? You probably don’t even have to work with your rich northside parents”

“You don’t know me at all…”

“I’m sure someone like you has loads of problems.”

“You really want to know my problems, Sweet Pea, I’ll lay it out straight for you. I come from the northside that’s true, but my parents are nobodies, no money, no jobs. Oh and you wanna know the worst part, we are broke. I’ve lived on the street, but I now pay for a small apartment for me and my brothers. My parents are nowhere to be found, they are drug addicts, probably dealers by now. I try to keep us hidden as best I can. I work three jobs. Sometimes my job in Greendale is all night and then I come to school like that day you found me sleeping when I was late. My life isn’t rainbows and unicorns Sweet Pea, and I do have to work. I need money to take care of my brothers by myself. So yeah, I’m so sorry that I chose work while I was helping you study, but I needed the money, okay, and I hate to admit it but I'm tired so fucking tired of people thinking my life is so fucking perfect” You sat down on the bench outside of Pop’s head in your hands, and you felt Sweet Pea’s weight sit beside you. He pulled you into him, you felt comfortable around him, he made you so mad but instantly you felt a wave of calmness.

“Let me help… I know people we can get you a small trailer, help you out with money, you’re basically like a single mom”

“I don’t need a payout, I'm fine on my…”

“What on your own? Y/N you’ve been doing this for so long by yourself, and I can damn well see that you are capable but I want to be there like you were there for me. I want to help you. Let me help you and we can get this all sorted out for you…

“There is no “we” Sweet Pea”

“But what if I want there to be we… I know we don’t know each other that well but in the past few weeks, I’ve fallen for you. You are so fucking annoying and naggy but it's so fucking cute and I can’t control how I feel, and I’m sorry I was such a dick at first but I was scared, but I like you…” he leaned in kissing your lips and you leaned back looking him in the eyes feeling the exact way he did.

You were sitting outside the classroom legs bouncing as you waited for him to come out the door and you saw his boots enter the hallway as he stared at you test in hand

“What did you get?!”

“I got a B+” He came towards you lifting you off your head tilting his head down and connecting your lips. Maybe tutoring the Serpent wasn’t so bad after all.

[miffy-melly]

Butter Baby

Pairing »» Sweet Pea x Plus size reader

Fandom »» Riverdale

Warnings »» Uhhh unprotected sex, wrap that shit up kids.

A/N »» Here it is!!! Finally! This was most defiantly something I enjoyed writing. There are grammar errors and what not sorry! Also I want to say thank you to @alisoncdariel for sharing some of your thoughts with me! Also hella obsessed with this song!

Songfic! Shea Butter Baby by Ari Lennox feat. J. Cole.

𝑶𝒐𝒉 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒕, 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕, 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕, 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒉 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒂 𝑩𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘

You woke to the sound of tapping on your window; flipping on your lamp you kick off your covers, making your way towards your to window to see Sweet Pea making you smile. You open your window giving Sweet Pea access to slip into your room.

"Hi," He spoke softly, gazing into your eyes.

"Hi," you replied biting your lip delicately.

That's all it took; that simple action set his entire body and soul ablaze.

Sweet Pea's tongue darted out wetting his lips as he advanced towards you; pulling you into his body, pressing his lips onto yours.

𝑻𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆, 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆, 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝑷𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒖𝒑, 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒌, 𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒂

His actions were wild and feverish; his hands were running along your figure, exploring everything that made you. You and your body drove him crazy day and night.

Feeling you against him made his skin burn. You were feeding the fire that raged within him.

A moan emitted from your throat as Sweet Pea's lips travel down your neck leaving smooth, delicate kisses over your throat, his teeth lightly nipping at your skin.

𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑾𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆, 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆, 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆

"I want you." Sweet Pea mumbled sweetly as his hands travel under your shirt to feel the soft surface of your skin.

"I want you too," you reply sliding off his serpent jacket.

Hearing those words sent him to the moon, knowing that you wanted this... wanted him made his heart skip a few beats.

Sweet Pea swiftly removed his shirt discarding it to the floor, where your shirt soon joined.

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝑶𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒚, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒄𝒂𝒏, 𝒂𝒚𝒚 (𝑶𝒉, 𝒐𝒉, 𝒐𝒉, 𝒐𝒉)

The air was thick and heavy with desire for one another. Both of your clothes rest in a heap decorating your floor.

You make your way towards your bed, laying back as he towered over you.

𝑶𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 (𝑶𝒉, 𝒐𝒉, 𝒐𝒉, 𝒐𝒉) 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒚, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒄𝒂𝒏

"You're so beautiful." Sweet Pea stated as he laid in between your legs.

Cautiously, Sweet Pea's fingers danced up the sides of your body causing shivers up your spine. He chuckled seeing how your body reacted to his simple touch.

"God.." Sweet Pea huffed as he continued to feel you up; examining every curve and dimple your figure had to offer. There's so much of you to handle, so much of you to love.

Sweet Pea littered your neck and chest with red and purple marks that lead down between your breasts. He continued to travel down placing swift kisses over your belly making your giggle.

You move your hands through his hair, wrapping your fingers in it. his breath warm on your legs. He leans in running the flat of his tongue up your slit.

𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒂 𝑩𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒂 𝑩𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔

"Sweet Pea..." You moan while he slowly repeated his actions.

"You taste so baby," he mumbled, drawing his tongue over your bud shaping it between his lips. The movements of his mouth had you rocking your hips against his mouth.

His movements were painstakingly slow, but you didn't care for the pace his actions and skills were enough to please you and bring you to the desired peak of your climax.

The feeling of his tongue sliding in and out of you was enough to send you overboard.

(𝑶𝒉, 𝒐𝒉, 𝒐𝒉, 𝒐𝒉, 𝒐𝒉, 𝒐𝒉, 𝒐𝒉, 𝒐𝒉, 𝒐𝒉) 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅, 𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝑰 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑰'𝒎 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒆, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈

Sweet, breathy moans leaked from your lips as you relished the high you were experiencing as he worked you through your climax.

"You're so beautiful and I want you, I want you so bad," Sweet Pea stated as he moved up capturing your lips, kissing you deeply. Every nerve in your body felt alive, every sense fully active.

Swiftly spreading your legs; Sweet Pea slowly shifts his way into your entrance. His plump lips were back on the curve of your neck, teeth biting gently onto your shoulder as he pushed himself fully in.

𝒀𝒆𝒔, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕? 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑪𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒊𝒍, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ��𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉

"Fuck, princess," he cursed feeling your walls squeeze him as he set a slow, hard pace. Your walls gripping him every time he pulled out to thrust back into you made both your thoughts fuzz out.

The feeling of his length being buried deep in you, filling you to the max was something unearthly. It felt so unreal but oh so amazing.

Sweet Pea leans over you, attacking your neck and chest with his mouth, sucking harshly on your smooth skin to fully mark you as his.

"You're so gorgeous, princess," he mutters through sloppy kisses.

𝑪𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝑷𝒐𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒑, 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒏𝒐𝒘

"Sweets," you cry; your nails digging into his back when he hits the right spot, making you see stars.

"I know baby, I know." He breathes slamming into you again. Small, spaced creaks from your bed echoed through your room.

𝑺𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒏𝒐𝒘

Your bodies melted together like caramel, covered in a thin layer of sweat. The feeling of you wrapped around him was something Sweet Pea craved; like a child craving sugar. You were his craving, his sugar he wanted 24/7.

"Fuck," you cursed feeling the pit of heat building up. Your body aching to achieve that high you both were desperately chasing.

The strength of his stroke had your breasts bouncing with each thrust he delivered. The feeling of your walls tightening around him made it difficult to keep his pace.

𝑨𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒖𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘

You could feel Sweet Pea tense up against you, his movements becoming sloppy. You were both close to reaching your craved peaks.

You wrapped your thick legs around his hips bringing him closer to you, guiding him impossibly deeper into you.

"I know you're close, baby." Sweet Pea growled fighting to keep his pace.

𝑰'𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏' 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒓 𝑪𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒏' 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒐𝒇 ��𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒓

"Faster Sweets." You gasped feeling his length twitch inside you.

Sweet Pea graciously obeyed, his thrusts becoming fast and rough. His change in pace made you cry through gritted teeth. Your walls pulsing around him.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝑶𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏

"Cum for me princess, cum for me." He growled watching your face contort in pleasure. He was dedicated to making you cum first.

"Sweet Pea!" You cry out as waves of pleasure crash over you. Sweet Pea soon followed after, his hips faltering as he painted your walls; your tender soaked walls gripping him with each wave of your climax. Relishing the feeling of your heat pulsing around him.

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒚, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒄𝒂𝒏, 𝒂𝒚𝒚 (𝑶𝒉, 𝒐𝒉, 𝒐𝒉, 𝒐𝒉)

He leans down to capture your lips with his into a deep sloppy kiss. Whimpering into his mouth as he slowly withdraws from you. He moves to lie next to you pulling you into his side.

"I love you." He says placing lazy kisses on your face.

"I love you to Sweets," you murmur, both of you soon drifting off to sleep.

𝑶𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 (𝑶𝒉, 𝒐𝒉, 𝒐𝒉, 𝒐𝒉) 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒚, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒂 𝑩𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 (𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓) 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒂 𝑩𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 (𝑶𝒉, 𝒐𝒉, 𝒐𝒉, 𝒐𝒉, 𝒐𝒉, 𝒐𝒉, 𝒐𝒉, 𝒐𝒉) (𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓)

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THAT SWEET PEA PLUS SIZE WAS SOOOOOOOOOO CUTEEEEEE do you have any more plus size sweet pea in the works or any plus at all

THANK YOU SO MUCHHHHHH!!!!!!!! 

I haven’t got any sweet pea x plus reader requests at the moment, but I do have one Jordan x plus sized reader and one Drew x plus sized reader requests to write. You can request some more if you have any ideas though!  

Here are my other plus size imagines if you’re interested: 

The Project

You’re Beautiful 

You’re Perfect

You Sure?

[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

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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

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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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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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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