#sweetiepie fics

[sweetiepie08]

Truth Be Told (Chapter 3)

Summary:

Looking for entertainment, Alastor read through Angel Dust's life file and found the perfect thread to pull. Angel, somehow, for some reason, had a wife. A wife who now resides in heaven. Certain this will lead to wonderful entertainment, Alastor contrives a way to reunite them.

Their meeting for the first time in 70 years is not the biggest surprise of their reunion. They find that, without the pressure of their mob families, they might have been great friends. However, ghosts from the past, along with new monsters, threaten to crush their budding friendship, or at the very least drag Angel further down into hell.

- Companion piece to Through Your Teeth

[science-lings]

I used to not like batman bc he was the epitome of dudebro edgy comic guy, like a Deadpool fan but like... Worse, but after Pattinson turned him into an awkward antisocial pathetic man I have come to reconsider.

I think he's fun as long as he's not this hypermasculine grumpy man and instead a guy that writes goth poetry and wears so much eyeliner that he looks like a raccoon and hates talking to people so he just stands around threateningly barely saying anything, and also he's a dad who grew up almost completely in a mansion after experiencing major trauma who chronically adopts fucked up kids and teaches them how to throw a punch. I think that is cool. Like he's still so emotionally repressed but he loves his kids and it's messy but ultimately he's good. People just think he's secretly a vampire or a demon but he's really just a college dropout with several unidentifiable issues and one of them is Too Much Money.

[engagemythrusters]

Codywan (derogatory)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Hi, I'm in anon cause I'm very shy, but I just want to say that I absolutely adore your writing, your characterisation of people and time ans places is inspired, I want to crawl inside your brain like a worm and see how it operates. as a loud and proud satoru girl you might've almost turned me into a suguru girl, I rlly just want to express my love for you cause I'm too shy to do it in the tags. I hope you're doing well <3

(but that yuuta fic plot twist was very wicked of you)

ANON!!! 🥺🥺🥺 my shy little anon!!!!!! i love you so dearly!!!!!!!! hugs you so tightly to my chest

this is such a sweet ask you have no idea…. thank you so much !!!! 🥺 it means sm to me that you read and enjoy my fics, and that you went out of your comfort zone to tell me !!!!! i’m so relieved that you like my characterization too…. AND I CAN’T LIE i get a little kick of devious serotonin every time i manage to turn a satoru girl into a suguru girl >:33 and vice versa… if i’m stuck with them then you’re stuck with them too!!!

but wahhh . seriously !!! thank you sm for the love!!!! 🥺 i hope you’re having a wonderful day/night and resting properly :33 drinking lots of water i hope!! ily <333

… i’m sorry for the yuuta ending . my demons told me to do it

[petwifed]

mimi my love ❤︎ love u and hope ur doing well ^_^

have u read these >.> https://www.tumblr.com/diejager/724188913243209728/hi-could-you-please-a-non-con-with-john-price-i

https://www.tumblr.com/sicbaby/733428956184903680/sleeping-beauty

https://www.tumblr.com/dilfhub/734297479297859584/rotten-luck-ft-leon-s-kennedy-xhav

ANON I LOVEEEE UOU I JUST READ SLL THREEE EEK EEEEK THEY WERE SO GOOD !!!! sleepin beauty & rotten luck r new 2 me but i’ve read the first one … #whore …… ^_< & one of them is written by my mutualz !!!!!! i loveeeeee loveee it sm. sleeping beauty was my fav tho bc i have a BAD bad daddy kink but omg i rlly rlly can’t choose. TYSM FOR RECOMMENDING THESESEE smooches u so hard u explode

(〃^ω^〃ゞ

[erosmutt]

　⯌　𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙞𝙧𝙡　⨟　𝗝. 𝗞𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘆, 𝗦. 𝗠𝗼𝗻𝗿𝗼𝗲, 𝗦. 𝗕𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿

〣 ﹒▨﹕CONTENT WARNINGS﹒foursome, incestuous activities, free use undertones, objectification, somnophilia, double penetration, degrading, face slapping, pussy eating, bukakke, large age gap (James is 46, Scott is 21, Sam is 20, reader is 19).

┄﹒WORD COUNT﹒⤹ 4,152

BNUUY'S NOTES┆Finally, the long awaited fic! Part of the "Partnered Up!" series, which is a series of fics where all the characters are paired up and are with reader. The first installment is this one! Titled after a Red Hot Chili Peppers song. Originally, I was going to title it after a Rob Zombie song, but here we are! I'm so excited to share this with all of you. Eat well my loves!

≻ㅤ﹒ㅤlet's have a coffee together!ㅤ﹒ㅤノ

"You're welcome over anytime y'wanna be, sweetiepie."

You snap out of your daydream, lifting your gaze. In front of you stood your best friends' dad, James, a spatula in his hand. The kitchen was filled with the scent of seasoned beef, the familiar sizzle in the cast iron skillet on the stove a comforting sound. Your eyes rake over his broad shoulders, his waist, and down to the curve of his ass in his dark blue boxers. His jeans rest low on his hips, barely held up by his butt. Man, he really needed to invest in a belt.

Right as you open your mouth to respond, the sound of heavy boots hitting the creaky floorboards accompanies the sizzle of the patties James was flipping. "Hey dad, hey babes." One of James' two sons, Scott Kelly, greets the two of you as he sits a hefty 30-count case of beer on the kitchen table. His brother, Sam Kelly, was scrolling through his phone as he nodded to you. "What’s up?"

Scott's hand slams down onto the top of the large case of beer. "Found a new flavor. Peach Busch." He grins triumphantly, while Sam snickers, shoving his phone into his pocket and sitting down in a chair next to you. "A girly drink." He sticks his tongue out at his brother, making the blond sneer. "Go fuck yourself." He mutters, tearing the flimsy cardstock handle to reach a can.

James kills the heat on the stove then tosses the spatula down onto the counter. "Watch your fuckin' mouths, alright? Jesus," he shakes his head, gathering the condiments - barbecue sauce, ketchup, mustard, mayo, and an assortment of other burger toppings - then he sets them down onto the counter. "Now sit down and hush so we can eat."

Sam licks his lips as he gets up, grabbing a few paper plates off the top of the microwave. "Huh," he hands everyone a plate, then plops down in the creaky kitchen chair, making it scrape against the dirty linoleum floor. The four of you join hands and a quick prayer later, you all take in the assortment he cooked. "So," his father begins, cracking open a beer. "How's it been goin' babygirl?"

You look up at him, in the middle of squirting ketchup onto your hamburger. "Uh, what does that entail?" You ask with a lopsided grin. Scott shrugs. "The usual, you know? Like, I dunno, any boyfriends or somethin'?" His baby blues flick up to glance at you before focusing back on his dinner. "You coulda made the fries last, Jesus." Sam mutters from next to you before taking a massive bite of his burger, brows furrowed as he hums in satisfaction.

After chatting, hot beers, and dinner, the four of you were piled on the couch, watching whatever movie you caught on TV. James had his socked feet kicked up on the busted up coffee table, his arm around you, the stench of cheap cologne and potent motor oil clinging to his skin and clothes. His hand caresses your shoulder, fiddling with your sleeve, squeezing, tracing shapes. Your eyelids flutter closed, feeling heavy. James looks down at you. "Sleepy, babygirl?" He pulls you closer up into his side. "Snuggle up buttercup." He chuckles, ruffling your hair affectionately as he removes his arm from around your shoulders to put it around your waist, large hand resting on your stomach.

As the movie goes on, Sam and Scott end up on the floor, playing UNO, oblivious to their father and best friend up on the couch. James' hand slips up your shirt, rubbing over your soft tummy, over your womb. His dark gaze falls on you, eyes half-lidding as he rubs over your warm skin, your stomach distended with all the dinner you ate. "Sheesh..." He whispers to himself, teeth gently digging into his bottom lip. 

He'd be absolutely lying to himself if he tried to say he didn't have dreams about you full and round with his baby. Disgusting, he knows. He's pushing 50 years old, his knees creak when he gets up after sitting awhile, he has to be in bed before 10pm or he'll get pissy - he has zero business wanting to knock up his young sons' barely legal best friend. You kept him young, kept him on his toes, kept him wanting to keep up with the times. He'd do nearly anything to get just a glimpse of your teenage pussy. Oh, he could already imagine how tight, how warm, how wet, how -

"Dad!" Scott's grating voice snaps James back to reality. He looks down at his son. "What?" He hisses, rubbing his hand over his dark stubble. Sam turns around and looks up at his dad, then at you, then back at his dad. "Wanna play cards with us?" He asks, waving the cards as if tempting James. You stir out of your half-asleep state, then you smile, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. "Mmm, UNO?" You move away from James, standing up. You turn to look at him and hold your hands out, giggling as he lets out a heavy sigh, taking your hands and rocking back and forth before using you to get up off the couch with a groan that makes your stomach coil. "To the kitchen. I ain't gettin' down on that damn floor." James says, making his way to the kitchen. You follow as Sam and Scott gather up the cards.

"James?" Your voice calls, your hand resting on the door frame of James' bedroom. He groans, opening his eyes to look at the digital clock on his nightstand - 2:52AM. He turns his head to look at you and waves you into the bedroom. "Mm, what's wrong dollface?" He sits up, rubbing his hands over his face. You make your way over and sit down, a pout on your lips. "I can't sleep. Sam and Scotty are up playing games." You go quiet. James listens, and the resounding sound of his sons’ joint bitching at the TV reaches his ears. He rolls his eyes and licks his dry lips. "C'mon, you can lie with me." He pats the mattress. You climb into his warm bed, and once the two of you are settled in, the only sounds that grace you are your breathing, the muffled voices of the boys in the living room, and the rhythmic clicking of his rickety ceiling fan above the bed.

"Usually you're out like a light." James comments. "Well, 'least you used to be able to sleep through anything. Guess that changes when you ain't a kiddo no more." He says, a warm hand rubbing your arm to soothe you to sleep as he did when you were little on nights you would sleep over, when you would come crying to him about a nightmare. Even now, all these years later, it was incredibly endearing to him. The way you suckle around nothing and end up sleeping on your stomach. That wouldn't do if you were pregnant, though.

Throughout the night, James found himself unable to sleep. He had a raging boner, his cock aching, boxers nearly sopping with pre from all the leaking his tip had been doing. You had your cheek pressed against his shoulder, your arm draped over his doughy middle. He stares down at you in the dark, the moonlight streaming through the dusty blinds helping him see your parted lips as they catch the pallid glimmer.

James brings his hand up and rubs his thumb over your bottom lip and the corner of your mouth, collecting the drool that accumulated during your peaceful slumber. He brings his thumb to his mouth and sucks the drool off it, his eyes fluttering closed and nearly rolling back in perverted satisfaction. Removing his thumb with a gentle 'pop,' James rests his hand on your side, beginning to rub up and down, up to the side of your chest then down to your hip. "Christ," he whispers, digging his fingers into your flesh with a gentle squeeze. He finds his way into the side of your camisole, calloused hand rubbing over your breast and soft nipple, thumb caressing the bud.

He was at a really horrid angle, his joints beginning to ache already, but he deemed it worth the pain to be able to grope you in your sleep. James' other hand goes down to his crotch, slipping into his boxers and grabbing at his velvety shaft. After hearing noise he stopped for a second, then went on, rubbing his thumb over his damp tip, assuming the boys were packing it in for the night.

"Dad?" Sam's voice calls, and right as James snatches his hand out of his boxers, the bedroom light flickers on. He stares at his sons, his hand still around your soft, fatty breast. Sam's lips part as if to comment, and Scott just stares at the print of James' hand through your thin navy blue camisole. Oh, he was fucked.

“Um, are we interrupting something?” Scott finally comments, hands shoved into the pockets of his sweatpants. “We came to see whose bed she wanted to take, or if she wanted to stay in the living room. For fucks sake…” He sneers, and his brother watches, fiddling with his labret as he watches his dad slowly retract his hand from your top.

Sam's big blue eyes travel down to your now exposed stomach, blinking silently. "Hey hey, calm down," James coos, pushing himself up into a sitting position, unintentionally making you stir awake. His cock strains against his soft boxers, tip threatening to peek out from underneath the fabric scrunched around his thigh. "She can stay in whichever one'aya's bed she wants. No need to fuss." He says, and you lift your head to look at the twins, returning Sam's slow, cat-like blink. "Huh?"

With a disgusted scoff, Scott turns on his heel, his hand resting on the wood of the doorway as he readies himself to leave. "I can't believe this." He mutters, walking out and down the hallway. Sam took a moment before making a move to leave, though, but he soon followed his brother, disappearing down the hallway.

Left in a tense silence, neither you nor James commented. Just sat, oddly content, until he spoke. "I know you might think this is gross," he begins. "But... do you mind helpin' me out, babygirl?" He asks, and the two of you make eye contact, his gaze pleading while yours was surprised. "James," you murmur, your hand finding his hairy thigh. "I can try."

You make your way between his thighs, your hands resting on either side of his penis. “Can you show me what to do? I’ve never seen a guy’s thing in real life before.” You admit, examining his cock curiously. When you wrap your hand around it, a bit harshly, James hisses. “Gentle, dollface, gentle.”

“Here, slow. Slowly. Up and down. Yeah, just like that.” He watches, a smile coming across his face. “You got the hang of it already.” So, you began to stroke him, getting a feel for it, taking in the warmth, the scent, the texture, the way his shaft twitched in your grasp. You watch as his hands fist the sheets beneath him, his nostrils flaring as he nears what would be his first orgasm of the night. With a shudder, James comes undone, warm semen spurting onto your hand. “Oh.”

“You’re a natural,” James pants, his hand coming up to brush some wispy hairs away from your face. “Good job sweets. My boys are missin’ out.” He grins lazily, then falls back onto his pillow with a sigh.

You get up and adjust your top. “I should get to bed.” You make your way over to the bedroom door, and as soon as you open it, Scott and Sam stumble in sideways. Those little creeps, they had their ears up against the door, listening in. You yelp in surprise, and step back from the door. “What the hell is wrong with you two?!”

Scott’s eyes go from your face, to your cleavage, then over to his dad’s exposed cock, then back up at your face. “No fucking way his jizz is on your hand right now.” Sam chimes in, glaring at your hand with contempt. Overcome with embarrassment, you look down at your sock-clad feet, eyes tracing the checkerboard patterned fabric. “Are you listening to me?”

You and Scott were so preoccupied that neither of you noticed James come up behind you, hand coming to rest on your shoulder, his dick still out of the confines of his boxers. “It ain’t somethin’ to be ‘shamed of, you know.” He reassures, caressing your shoulder as he looks between his twin sons. “I never got to give y’all the talk, did I? Maybe now’s a good time, yeah?”

Scott was a bit more enthusiastic than you anticipated. Sam, on the other hand, seemed more hesitant. Though judging by the tent in his shorts, he was far from unaffected. With a deep breath, you settle down onto the bed, the boys on either side of you. James stands in front of you three, his cock noticeably hardening. “What the fuck,” Scott whispers to himself, meanwhile Sam was shifting around, trying to relieve the friction in his bottoms.

James begins pacing, starting his impromptu sex ed lesson. “It’s not a weird thing to talk about. Sex is how we all got here. ‘S a natural thing.” He reaches down and tucks himself back in, thankfully. “It’s not just a way to make life, but to pleasure yourself, too. Everyone likes it.” Their father turns and looks between his sons, then his eyes settle on Sam. “Especially you,” he points. “You think I don’t hear you?” He then looks at Scott. “You? Don’t even get me started on the shit I hear you watching.” The blond raises an eyebrow, parting his lips to bitch back when James goes on. “Both’a’ya think she and I are disgusting for doing shit like this when really, we not. You just ain’t mature enough to get it through your heads that you two not the only ones that think with their dick.”

Sam looked especially uncomfortable now, doing his damndest to not make eye contact with any of the others in the room. “Then give us a hands-on lesson if you give so much of a shit.” Scott quips, making everyone look at him. Realizing his mistake, he widens his eyes. “Wait! I’m fucking with you, I’m fucking with you, I’m fucking with you!” He rambles, making you snicker, until Sam finally chimed in. “Can we?” He asks. The other three of you turn to look at Sam, his cheeks reddening a deeper shade.

“Fine then,” James says, making his way to the bed. “Lay down sweetpea.” He urges you, gently pushing your shoulder, a silent instruction for  you to lay back. “Usin’ you for some edjumacation, just relax dollface.” He smiles, and you make a noise of confusion as he runs his hand over your stomach. “Watch boys,” he instructs, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts. He tugs them down, your thighs jiggling as your hips plop back down onto the bed. 

You can’t help but feel embarrassed, you were being put on display for a less than ideal anatomy lesson, and the two boys you’d called your best friends since you could remember were staring at you like they could just devour you. The room fills with the nervous laughter of the two others as your body unfolds before them, eager to learn the intricacies that make you so unique. Your stomach was revealed first, followed by your thighs. As Scott giggles, you flush, feeling a sudden heat fill your face.

With your underwear the only thing keeping your intimate parts hidden, James gives a shit-eating grin to his audience, who tap their feet and shuffle in anticipation. James then hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and gives a swift tug down, revealing your fat, squishy mound and puffy pussy lips, soft and inviting. The sight of your hidden treasure causes the boys’ eyes to widen, taking in every detail of your body.

Your cheeks flame with mortification, an uncomfortable mix of embarrassment and arousal. The twins sat gazing at your exposed body, their eyes raking it in all its glory. You shudder, goosebumps forming on your skin as you sense their unabashed curiosity and lust. Pleased with his handiwork, James steps back, hands resting on his hips. “Go on, you two always were hands-on learners anyways.”

Scott, on your left, reaches out and touches your breast, his palm cupping the mound, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. You were overwhelmed with humiliation and pleasure, which was only amplified when you felt someone between your thighs. When you lifted your head to look down, you saw Sam on his knees before you, lips inches away from your pussy. “There you go, touch on ‘er.” James encourages the boys before taking a seat on the bed to your right, his large hand coming to rest on your stomach. “You’re such a trooper babygirl.”

You felt heat coursing through your veins, and you were unsure whether to be disgusted by the incestuous display or to just continue going with it. The feeling of being stripped of your dignity and autonomous power left you in a state of confusion, but your stomach coiled with a twisted thrill that came with the degradation. “Eat ‘er out, Sammy.” Scott tells his brother, sitting up straight. He swings one leg over your body and straddles your chest, then pulls his sweatpants down enough to remove his cock comfortably. His musky shaft bounces free before hitting you in the face. “Open your mouth- open it,”

You open your mouth willingly, the tip of Scott’s cock gliding past your lips and into the warm sanctuary of your mouth. Your tongue traces the underside of his shaft, sending tremors through his body. James watches in satisfaction as his sons take turns pleasuring you. Scott’s rough, unskilled hands gripping your head to guide his cock into your mouth contrast with Sam’s gentle, teasing tongue that flicks at your clit. As you begin to get into it, the twins sense it, their eagerness increasing tenfold. The blond bottoms out, balls against your chin as he groans, barely able to hold himself up, his thighs tensing. “Fucking- oh my- oh fuck,” he hisses, fully intent on keeping the two of you that way until James had to guide him back out. “Off.”

When Scott and Sam move out of the way, James settles between your legs and with a firm grip, finds your hips and snatches you to the very edge of the bed, his lips meeting yours for a slow, deep kiss. He groans softly against your lips, cock resting on your mound, the taste of peach beer like honey on his tongue.

James breaks the kiss and looks up at his sons. “Fuckin’ hell, Sam, play with ‘er tits.” The teen nods, hands finding your breasts, kneading the flesh gently. He drinks in the sight of the mounds jiggling beneath his touch, the curves and contours calling to him like a siren. “Scott, get under her.”

Scott doesn't waste a moment, his bottoms getting kicked across the room and hitting the floor, joining all the clutter and shit in his dad's room. He maneuvers underneath you, arms wrapping around your middle. “You good doll?” James asks, and you nod, hands on top of Sam's, guiding him to play with your nipples in a way that'll bring you the most pleasure. “Yeah, ‘m good,”

“Good.”

With the help of James’ hand, Scott's cock pushes into you, pulling an embarrassingly loud moan from your lips. “Oh, fuck!” You arch your back and Scott pulls you back down. “Stay,” he whispers hotly against your ear. “Stay right there.” In the heat of the moment, you didn't even notice that James was beginning to push into you as well until your poor cunt was being stretched to the brim. “James! James- ‘s so- ohhh, can't fit it,” you slur, making the man chuckle. “Yeah you can. Cunts are made for this, it's just a lil’ difficult ‘cause you're so young, babygirl.” After a bit of struggle, James penetrates you, your warm walls enveloping him. A guttural moan escapes him as he starts to grind against you, the friction from his son's cock against his paired with your wet heat almost too much for him to handle. “Atta girl, grippin’ me tight.” He smirks, drinking in the moans and cries that came from your lips.

Sam leans down and captures your lips in a soft kiss, much different from the other two on a mission to ravage your poor body. One of his hands tangles in your hair while the other is shoved down his pants, palming his shaft over his boxers. He was waiting, itching to have a go at you.

Your eyes flutter open, hazy gaze meeting James', whose eyes were sparkling with a devious triumph. “You gonna let us cum inside ya sweetiepie?” He asks, moving his hips in a rhythm that compliments Scott's. Since you were stretched so far and the friction was so great, the two of them had to find something that worked.

“Fuck, ‘m close,” Scott moans, his fingers digging into the flesh of your sides, tugging at you. The desperation in his voice is almost laughable. Sam breaks the kiss with a snicker. “Think it’s been like two minutes, dude. Pull out, let me.” Scott nods and does so, his cock glistening with your juices as he crawls out from underneath you.

With everyone out of the way, the three of them looming over you like a hungry pack of wolves, you can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. The others join in, the sound of their laughter mixing with the shuffling around. “I can’t even sit right,” you giggle, running your hands through your damp hair.

“I know. It’ll be fine babycakes. Get up.” James grins, turning you over so you were now on your tummy. “Gonna run a train through ya baby. Ready?” He lifts your hips, hands coming to rest on your ass. “Gonna take all of us, yeah?” His sweet talking distracted you from the way the teens were maneuvering your body, putting you in a position they wanted you.

James spits down onto his cock, lubing it up before he pushes the tip of it against your tight cunt. He grunts, feeling the resistance, but he’s determined. With a swift thrust, he breaches you, his cock sinking deeper with each rock of his hips, making your pussy stretch open. The boys, not to be outdone, get to work on their part. Sam guides his cock into your inviting mouth, your tongue swirling around his cockhead while your saliva bathes him. Scott groans, smacking your cheek with his own member, smearing precum onto your skin. “Fuck yeah,” he grins. “Take it like that baby, take Sam’s dick in your mouth.”

“Ghhk- hhg, kkh-” you gag on Sam’s cock, eyes shut as you struggle to breathe. Your body is a mess of pleasure, tits bouncing with every thrust, your pussy gripping James’ cock and your mouth moving up and down Sam’s. Your moans are muffled, but it only makes it all the more arousing. Sam pulls out and his dick is replaced with his brother’s, Scott’s tip hitting the back of your throat. The springs in the old, cheap mattress squeak and creak underneath the combined weight of the four of you.

Scott’s fingers tangle in your hair and grip your skull, being fed off the sounds of you choking and struggling. “Fucking take it, don’t fucking stop,” he growls, teeth gritting. “I wan’ cum on ‘er face,” Sam chimes in, getting off the bed, hand beginning to fist his cock as he waits for the other two. Following suit, James pulls out and so does Scott, the pair pulling you down onto the floor.

You cough, attempting to catch your breath before they get their hands on you again. You steady yourself with your hands on the dingy carpet, getting ready for the facial. “Fuck babygirl, close your eyes and stick that tongue out.” James commands, watching as you oblige. “Oh shit, keep it right there,” Scott pants, and you let out a surprised squeal as your face is covered in sticky sperm. You give an open-mouthed giggle and slowly open your eyes, keeping your tongue out.

It frosted your nose and cheeks and tongue, and your lashes were matted as you looked up at the three of them, meeting their satisfied expressions. Hopefully there would be a second class for James’ anatomy course.

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[catboymoments]

Random question: Have you ever drawn Juno with green hair similar to Azura's? Idk why but I VIVIDLY remember a drawing of Juno with that hair color and I can't find it and I need to know if I just imagined it or if it's real.

I have not, but you’re probably thinking of my friends oc Akiva that I drew a bit ago!

She’s from the oh sister where art thou fic/au verse they’re writing. Concept is basically a toh rewrite where the mcs all have older siblings somewhat based on the betas and how it affects the story. Akiva is the eldest blight before ed and em and she was the “golden child” before Odalia’s hubris got in the way and led to her becoming permanently disabled during a presentation for the emperors coven. However she remains a sweetiepie who loves her younger siblings very much and kind of acts like the good mom they don’t have :’)

[johnwickb1tsch]

you’re the worst thing (i���m addicted to)

a john wick x Helen'sSister!Reader fic You are Helen's baby sister. When you meet John Wick at Helen's graveside, he invites you to dinner to celebrate her birthday. Set a few years after the first movie, 2-4 never happened. Use of y/n. Warnings: canon typical violence. Future reference to threat of noncon, (not John! because he's our assassin sweetiepie). Mourning. Smut. Grey areas. Questionable decisions. Sweetheart!John, BAMF!John Depressed!John - If you can handle the movie you should be fine here...

Part 1.

“Hey, Hels.”

There is no answer, only the warbling of a bird in a distant tree. The day is bright and blue, spring has come again in all her glory. It doesn’t seem right, somehow, that the sun should still shine, and the birds should still sing.

Because she is gone.

It’s been two years, but you still haven’t really wrapped your head around it.

You still have your last text message thread with her in your phone. It’s as though you could just punch a few buttons and still talk to her. Always, she would answer you, no matter what she was doing. Sometimes you want to type in I miss you and hit send, just to see what might happen.

But then, maybe it is appropriate, that today should be such a beautiful day. On this day, forty-two years ago, your sister was born. Roughly ten years later, you followed. As a direct result, your mother died of complications in childbirth.

Your father still blamed you, but Helen never did.

In a way, Helen was your mother, more than the woman who bore you.

It makes it all hurt so much more.

“Happy birthday, by the way.”

You look down at the stone, this massive granite behemoth. You find it rather ugly, to be honest, but it will certainly stand the test of time, nuclear war notwithstanding. Loving Wife, reads the epitaph below.

You know it was true.

You know that perhaps John Wick is the only person Helen loved more than you. But the inscription still seems too brief. Short changing her, somehow. 

But then, John paid for the stone, so you suppose he got to pick what it said. 

You were ensuring her memory lived on in other ways. 

“I finally did as you asked,” you tell her. “I’ve used the photos you left me in a painting. We're going to be in a show together. I wish you were here to see it.”

There is a mean part of you that suspects your submission was only accepted because it contained work from the late, great, photographer Helen Morgan-Wick, but you shove that down into the seething pit with all the rest of your fears and doubts. You didn't use them for the attention. You did it to feel close to her, and because she asked you to. One final art project, the note had said. She knew you too well, knew that the only thing that kept you from toeing the line of the abyss was a good artistic obsession.

You knew she’d planned to leave a project for John too. A puppy, she’d said. You’d shared a laugh over it, through tears, the last time you’d been together. You never found out how that had gone. John hadn’t attended a family gathering since Helen passed.

Too painful.

You didn’t blame him one bit. 

“I miss you, Hels. I feel so lost without you.”

“Amen.”

The sound of another voice behind you nearly makes you jump out of your skin. You turn to find him, in one of his signature tailored black suits, looking unfairly scrumptious despite the dark circles under his eyes. He hadn't made a sound in his approach. He never did. The man moved like a ghost and looked like a dark dream. You'd always found him insanely attractive.

You'd never done anything about that, of course. But goddamn, you had eyes.

“Hi, John.”

“Hello, y/n.”

You’ve never run into him at the gravesite before, though you have seen the wilted offerings of daisies left by the stone, and you always had assumed they’d come from him. You haven’t seen him since Helen’s funeral. He hasn’t changed much, really, though there is a sharpness to his aspect you’d never noticed when Helen was alive. An edge to his gaze; how can eyes so dark convey so much? Despite yourself, it sends a little thrill down your spine that you absolutely know you should not revel in.  

Maybe you haven’t seen him in person after Helen passed, but you’ve gazed at him plenty through Helen’s lens. There had been so many photographs of him in the collection of prints she’d left you. Nothing risqué, but the way he’d looked at her even through the camera had been nothing less than intimate.

There were times, late at night in your studio, when you’d pretended he’d been looking at you that way.

“How…have you been?” 

He offers a grim shadow of a smile and a shake of his head that you understand all too well. 

“Nice to be with someone you don't have to pretend with.”

“Yeah.”

You both stare down at the grave, meditating on your loss of this woman who touched you both so completely.

“Do you think she can hear us?” you ask, unable to lift your voice above a whisper.

There is a long pause from her widower, the man she left behind.

“Not really.” He lifts his face to the sun, eyes closed, as though maybe he can feel something of her presence. “But you should talk to her anyway. I might be wrong.”

You smile at that.

“Do you ever talk to her?”

“All the time,” he admits with a huff of self-deprecating laughter. “But then, I might just be losing my mind.”

“Ah well. That makes two of us then.”

You gently lay down the bouquet of Gerber daisies you'd brought for her. Helen’s favorite. If you ever have a garden, you will plant some for her. As it is, you have to buy them from the store. You remember the patch of daisies she’d cultivated in the garden of your childhood home. Their cheerful faces and soft petals. They had been your mother’s favorite too. When you were a girl Helen would sing to you and braid them in your thick hair. You couldn’t know at the time, how precious those perfect days had been.

The wave of sorrow hits you like a freight train, the weight of your loss a crushing force. You start to cry, hiding your face in your hands; you would prefer to do this alone, but you cannot stop it.

You feel an arm about your shoulders. It surprises you—John was never a touchy-feely man, never one for hugs, always preferring a wave or a handshake. Only for Helen, did he ever display any sort of affection. They had always been touching, holding hands or sitting hip to hip on the couch, his strong arm slung protectively around her shoulders. You didn’t want to say you’d been envious of that, but…perhaps you’d wondered, what it might be like, to be so cherished.

When he pulls you against him you only manage some token resistance. “I’ll mess up your suit.” You sound pitiful, even to you.

“I have an excellent dry cleaner.”

His dry wit had always amused you. This time, it breaks you, and you give in. He is solid as an oak, and as it turns out, his chest is an excellent place to cry on. Under the shelter of his chin you wring yourself dry, until it feels like you have nothing left inside you. His large hand rests lightly upon the back of your head, shielding you from the world. He is warm, and his cologne is subtle but heavenly. Sandalwood, maybe, and something spiced. Cardamom, perhaps. A hint of pepper.

You don’t particularly want to move, even though you absolutely should. Yet his hold on you has not loosened, and you tell yourself that maybe John Wick needed a hug just as badly as you did.

“People keep telling me that it gets easier, and I just want to punch them in the face,” you sniffle.

A huff of laughter escapes him. You feel it stir your hair on the top of your head. “Yeah. I get that.”

Finally you pull back, though not as far as you should. You’ve never actually been this close to him before, and you look at each other from a foot away. Sometimes proximity can shatter the illusion of someone’s attractiveness—but not this man. The impossible angle of his cheekbones, the soft scruff of his beard…is it just you, or does the edge in his gaze soften a little, when he looks at you? It makes your legs a little weak, and you kind of hate yourself for it.

It has nothing to do with you, stupid, you tell yourself. Where you and Helen weren’t exactly twins, you did resemble each other strongly. In profile, you’d been mistaken for her in public plenty of times before. If anything, it was probably unnerving for this poor man who missed his wife so much, to hold you, a sorry facsimile, in his arms. Out of pity, most likely.  

Helen had been the good sister. The upstanding one, the kind one. You? You can be such a twisted little thing.

“Sorry,” you sigh, noticing the smudge of makeup on his lapel.

He doesn’t even glance down, that intense gaze still fixed upon you. “Don’t be.”

Unbidden heat blooms from your cheeks to your toes, finding yourself the subject of that gaze. You’ve got to go, before you really embarrass yourself.

“I'll leave you alone. It was nice to see you, John.”

You turn to go, hugging yourself against the early spring chill. Why did you have to feel so bereft, without his arms around you? You take a few steps before he calls after you, “Y/n?”

You freeze in your tracks, a thrill jetting down your spine. “Yeah?” you dare, turning to half look over your shoulder.

“I…was thinking about going to Helen’s favorite restaurant tonight. Would you like to join me?”

Your heart beats double time in your chest, as you slowly turn to face him. You should say no. There’s a thousand reasons you should say no. This was your sister’s husband. It doesn’t matter that he’s the most handsome man you’ve ever seen, and that he’s been kind to you, and that he’s looking at you like he might drown if you say no.

“I would like that,” you answer, and your heartbeat thundering in your ears sounds like the hammering of nails into your own coffin.

Part 2

[actuallysaiyan]

Part 3 and final part of my shout outs. As I said in the last part, if I forgot anyone, I am so so so sorry. Please remember that if we have ever interacted or we've ever chatted or reblogged or commented from one another or you've ever even just liked any of my fics, you are a super star and I love you!

In no particular order...

@tsukimefuku for being so sweet, kind and so so so talented! I am so happy I stumbled onto your blog when I did. I have found nothing but amazing fics and such an amazing person as well!

@rahuratna who is, in my opinion, one of the best writers ever on this app! Thank you for blessing us all with amazing fics and also with such awesome comments and reblogs! You're so amazing!

@g-kleran. who is such a sweetheart and always leaves the best comments! You are an angel and I am so happy you are in my life <3

@anonimusunnoaniswriting thank you for being my friend and always being so sweet and writing some of the best fics on here ever! You are crazy talented and I love seeing you on my dash.

@kentocalls <33333 Sweetiepie you are truly a blessing in this life! Thank you for being so supportive and so kind and your writing is so gooooddd so amazing!!!

@marikuchanxo I'm so glad we started talking!! You're the number one Ijichi fan for sure! I love your Smaus! and you are just such a treasure in this world!

@erebus-et-eigengrau you are the gift to the writers! You literally are so kind and so sweet with your comments. Honestly a lot of the time, I wonder how I could continue writing without your sweet and encouraging comments to keep me going!

@that-goth-bisexual you are so talented and so sweet and I love love love seeing you on my dash! Thank you for being so friendly and for writing such yummy Yandere fics!

@lazyjellyfish300 we have just found one another, but I am OBSESSED with your writing! Thank you for being so supportive of my work as well!!! You are so awesome!

@celestialgojo thank you for always being a good friend and thank you for writing amazing beautiful poetic works of art! I cannot wait to see what else you'll write and I always love seeing you in my inbox!

@entirelysein-e who is just a beautiful ray of sunshine, an amazing friend and so so so so supportive! You write some very spicy smut that I always look forward to and you really are just so amazing!

@kenpachisbrat fellow Kenpachi enjoyer! And also such a sweetheart! You and @entirelysein-e will never know how much you did for me that one day that I started chatting with both of you! It was a life changing day for me!!!

more mentions and sweethearts that are near and dear in my heart(I LOVE YOU ALL THANK YOU FOR BEING IN MY LIFE):

@an-ever-angry-bi @jadedjane @dottedsilktie

@galaxychaos78 @harlekin6 @kanashiki79 @senseifupa

@shycoconutt

AND SO MANY MANY OTHERS!!!!! Please, my inbox is ALWAYS open to chat and to shout out the many amazing people on Tumblr!

[sweetiepie08]

HH Fics: Through Your Teeth (Chapter 1), Truth Be Told (Chapter 1)

I started two multichap fics about current blorbo, Angel Dust. Through Your Teeth takes place in 1940s New York and Truth Be Told takes place in present day Hell. They are companion pieces to each other and can be read in any order. I'll try to update these two together so the stories can progress alongside each other.

Through Your Teeth

Summary:

In the year 1946, the two biggest mob bosses in New York have formed an uneasy alliance in attempt to swallow each other whole from the inside. Their pact hinges on an arranged marriage between one wayward, rebellious son, Anthony, and a timid yet discerning daughter, Viola. The newlyweds themselves are less than thrilled with the arrangement. Anthony, a somewhat-secretly gay man, never wanted a wife, much less one who's no fun. Viola is warry of strange men and is terrified at the idea of being married off to an enemy.

Though despite their initial impressions, the two learn that there is more to each other than appearances or reputation lets on. Together they must navigate mafia politics as tensions between their families rise. And if the powder keg their fathers created finally explodes, they must somehow survive the shrapnel.

Truth Be Told

Summary:

Looking for entertainment, Alastor read through Angel Dust's life file and found the perfect thread to pull. Angel, somehow, for some reason, had a wife. A wife who now resides in heaven. Certain this will lead to wonderful entertainment, Alastor contrives a way to reunite them.

Their meeting for the first time in 70 years is not the biggest surprise of their reunion. They find that, without the pressure of their mob families, they might have been great friends. However, ghosts from the past, along with new monsters, threaten to crush their budding friendship, or at the very least drag Angel further down into hell.

[argumentativeaxolotl]

LMAOO I'M ONE OF THE PEPOPLE THAT REPORTED YOU

I'm gonna send your post to the Ao3 staff so they know you actively bash and harass people on other platforms as well, enjoy the IP ban sweetiepie!! 🥰🥰

Ah I see so you’re one of the proshippers 💀 nahhhh bro cuz I don’t give a fuck if you’re actively shipping minors and adults in your own time but don’t bring me and my fanfic into that shit. It is disgusting and it isn’t an okay thing to do. If you wanna do it in your own time I do NOT CARE. But don’t bring this shit up and get upset with my fic because I said to get lost.

If you want a proship fic go write one or talk to other proshippers. I don’t believe in proshipping(firm anti) and you will not change my mind on that. It IS GROSS. It can have REAL WORLD CONSEQUENCES. It can allow ACTUAL PEDOPHILES and SEX OFFENDERS access to REAL CHILDREN.

Again I do not give a fuck if you are a proshipper or not, but don’t actively say I’ve harassed you. I haven’t done shit to you- oh what I don’t agree with your beliefs and your ship? Womp Womp dude. You clearly don’t agree with mine and that’s OKAY. Don’t get butt-hurt over being called a creature of hell because you’re clearly acting like it dawg 💀

I haven’t harassed anyone nor have I bashed anyone. I haven’t gone after you- you’re just offended that your favorite proship isn’t in the fic. In that case, go find your favorite ship and read that instead dawg. I ain’t gonna deal with such bullshit because guess what? I do not care about what your shipping beliefs are as long is it doesn’t effect real people. If you enjoy that, go look for that on ao3.

You don’t want hate hence why you’re sending in anonymously. Actually message me and we can talk this through in private since you’re clearly not understanding what harassment is. Don’t hide behind your screen, DM me.

Oh and while you’re at it, can you give me an example of harassment? You messaged me first here and I have every right to defend myself and talk about what happened.

[earth4angels]

Thank you for healing nature with soft Jace

I read another rough Jace fic where it was he and his wife’s first time on their honeymoon and they did it doggystyle and he shoved his fingers into her mouth because she was moaning too loud and then he choked her so hard it caused bruising like I had to come to your blog to detox my eyeballs.

Jace is my comfort character that I read because he’s a soft sweetiepie like there are plenty other rough men in the HOTD universe

I READ THIS SO FAST I THOUGHT YOU WANTED ME TO WRITE THIS AND I WAS SHOOK OUT OF MY ASS BUT PHEW…

that’s so.. what the hell is that 😳 jace is NOT a christian grey character what in the world im flabbergasted, i love writing jace bc he’s just so.. soft and transparent, he’s hard outside to hide all the worries he feels day to day bases so writing him and how he would be in love.. he’s the best man to ever have as a boyfriend, husband etc

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hiiiii!!!! i love love LOVE your writing!!!! and i was wondering whether you take requests? maybe just something about gojo trying to make reader laugh after a hard day or something i just know you'd make it so comforting and sweet... ALTHOUGH no pressure if you don't take them then just forget about this and we'll forget i even brought it up dw

hi anon!!!!! tysm first of all, that makes me so happy to hear psjdjjs… 🥺🥺 ur a sweetie!! <3

aaa sadly i dont take requests, BUT!! i do have an old wip that im hoping to finish soon thats kinda similar!! basically just gojo comforting a crying reader :’3

im not sure when ill get it out, but hopefully ull stumble upon it once i do!! ill make sure to put it in my masterlist right away so u can find it!! its very fluffy and comfy so hopefully itll be what ur looking for <33

[ladespeinada]

before the next teardrop falls | tina marrero “Tina didn’t love to cook. She didn’t hate it, either. It was simply an action she performed, over and over again, because she had to.”

A series of vignettes following Tina’s journey from being The Beef’s best line cook to sous chef at The Bear, in the tradition of «The House on Mango Street» by Sandra Cisneros.

Read the fic here.

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I love Tina so much and I wanted to challenge myself creatively by writing Tina's backstory (speculative, ofc.) (Or, if Chris Storer won't give my sweetiepie some interiority, I fucking will!!!!) Updates might be infrequent, sawry. 😅

[silverzoomies]

A KILLER! QUICKIE AU FIC???? 💳💥💳💥💳💥 AHHHHHHH waiting (im)patiently omG

im glad you're excited for it, anon sweetiepie !! im a horror movie nut. completely batshit over the genre. so im writing it mostly as an homage to classic, slasher horror. reader gets to be the final girl vs peter as a slasher. i hope it's worth reading !!

[cows-wearing-my-sweater]

🌹🌈🍿

🌹what are your fav asks to receive/answer? anything rlly!! i love talking to u guys abt anything and everything, but my ask box is always open if u wanna discuss fic ideas or just gush over any 75-related things 💗

🌈what’s the last 1975 song you listened to? i’m listening to be my mistake rn :’)

🍿who are a few of your fav authors on 1975 tumblr? all of u!!!! but some of my sweetiepie beloved mutuals who i will always hype up are @think0fmehigh @automaticllamacycle @heavenhealy and @lottiecrabie <3