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Could we possibly get more sweet pea dating a witch head canons because I for one am absolutely obsessed

Yes absolutely!! I'll get working on this ASAP!!!

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AN: I hope this hits where it needs to. <3

After a particularly difficult training session with Master Windu, you were beat. Heading back to your shared quarters with Obi-Wan was the only thing keeping you on your feet. Once you reach your shared quarters, you let yourself into the room. Obi-Wan greeted you as you entered, “Hello, darling.” You let out a long sigh and all but threw yourself into his arms. Chuckling, he caught you and asked, “Rough day?” Letting out a dramatic sigh you nodded. With a hum, Obi-Wan picks you up and moves you to the couch. Once you're settled he went to make you tea, but you whined again.

“Don’t go,” you plead. With a nod, he settles on the couch next to you. Scooting closer you lay your head on his chest. Obi-Wan's arm goes around you instantly and starts massaging your scalp. Using the force he also massages your tense shoulders. Feeling more relaxed, you sink further into his arm. 

Peace. This is peace. Being in the presence of Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. You reckon he’d never understand the level of grounding he provides. Oh how you were wrong. He could hear the thoughts you fail to suppress. Feeling so secured and untroubled in his arms, his heart warmed. Minutes tick by, but in the arms of your lover it feels like mere moments. You were on the brink of falling asleep when Obi-Wan finally asked, “Feeling better, darling?” You move to look him in his blue eyes and reply, “With you. Always.”

Yk when ure having a bad day and u just wanna nuzzle into Obi-Wan's chest, while he cradles u and just stay there for a good 30 minutes cause uk damn well all you'd feel is peace.

Can someone fucking write about this I AM BEGGING you

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I'm watching all the Star Wars movies for the first time and Obi-Wan Kenobi 🤤 is a dilf. Starting A New Hope today 😋.

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Star Wars: Kylo Ren Blurb

AN: I do not write for Star Wars but this will not leave my waking thoughts. It is ethereal and the ending Kylo deserves. I wish I understood the universe better so I can write a story with it, but I don’t. I could try but it wouldn���t be good. The poem is by Catarine Hancock, from Shades of Lovers. 

Imagine. Kylo and you are standing on the throne of Exegol. You're both looking over the galaxy you've conquered. He is yours. You're his. Emperor and Empress. King and Queen. He looks at you; an expression in his eyes confesses his undying love for you. The passion casts a spell on you. You've never loved this man more than you do now. The force bond you share is so strong. It pulsates around you, spreading throughout the galaxy. The First Order stands strong, undefeated. But peace is found within its rule. You are that peace. Kylo's aggressive nature is balanced with your irenic nurturing.

"if you asked me to,

i would rip stars out of the sky

and slip them into your pockets.

if you needed it,

i would pull the salt from the ocean.

pour it into a shaker just for you.

i would give you the planets

on a silver platter.

whatever you desire.

just ask."

Kylo's voice echoes through your head.

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

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

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

One smelled like cotton candy

Picnics and swimming days (for cleansing) at Sweetwater River

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

Sex magic and money magic (with his consent) 

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

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

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

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

Helps you organize your witchcraft books.

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

No one would dare saying anything to your face

You could do baneful magic in your sleep

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

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

He’d for sure help you research for your grimoire 

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

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

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

You have to include him in all your protection spells.

It’s the law

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

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

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

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I’ve said it before, and I will say it again.

If you want Roe v Wade overturned, but don’t support:

Comprehensive sexual education in schools

Easy and affordable access to contraception

Access to adequate and affordable prenatal care

Paid parental leave

Subsidized childcare

CHIP (Children’s Health Insurance Program)

WIC,

Then you don’t actually care about reducing abortions or protecting children. You just want to punish women for having sex.

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Sweet Pea Dating a Witch S/O Headcanons

AN: I could not get this out of my head. I am a spiritual person so this will resonate with me. Hopefully it will resonate with others as well. This has been in the drafts forever. I've debated on posting this so much because I didn't want the wrong side of Tumblr to criticize my spirituality. Here you go, please enjoy.

He would definitely buy you random crystals because they were pretty and he thought of you

He would love it if you analyzed his birth chart

Would die if you asked him to watch the stars or sit under the full moon

Finds random rocks and puts them on your alter

Watches The Craft with you and worries you’ll be like Nancy

“That type of witchcraft isn’t real, Sweets.” 

He is still uneasy about it but let’s it go

This boy looooves when you go on rants about a spell or crystal you just learned about.

He loves hearing about your craft 

“You so passionate about it. It’s so freaking cute, babe”

Just adores watching you make spell jars

Def pressures you to give him a tarot reading

He would get offended by the reading and would ignore you for a solid 2 minutes

You were only giving him what he asked for -_-

He would find a crystal or two in his Serpent jacket pocket and love that you put it there

Would def ask you to give him a “magic boost”

You know about his stupid antics seemingly before he does them

It creeps him out (not really)

He knows he can’t hide anything from you

Not that he would want to 

He would love to go on nature walks with you

You only brought him along to hold the basket as you foraged the woods.

He knows this and doesn’t mind.

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Runaway Baby (Sweet Pea x reader)

A/N: This is written in first person point of view. This fic also discusses running away so reader be aware. I wrote this to release so emotions that have been building up. Please enjoy. :) Runaway Baby by Bruno Mars was stuck in my head as I was writing. 

"I, Y/N L/N, have come to realize I hate modern society and don't want to live in it. I have also come to realize the only reason I am depressed is because of modern society. It's so superficial and meticulous. Step out of line for one second and you're not worth the air you breathe. Have a different view of the world than someone else, you're weird. I'm tired of it. This isn't a good bye. I just can't be here right now. I don't want to go to college then slave away at a 9-5 job for the rest of my life. That sounds so fucking dreadful. I'm going to take the time and find myself. Please don't come looking for me. You won't find me."

The last words I will give to my mother are written down on the paper I hold in my hand. I can't believe I'm actually doing this. After so many years of being stuck, I'm finally leaving. I wonder if Sweet Pea will be going with. Writing the note to my mother was easy, that conversation with Pea was not. 

*Flashback (2 weeks)*

Sweet Pea and I are lying in his bed after having a tickle fight. As my laughter dies down and we’re both panting. I turn to see him already looking at me. It was early and the sun was shining right on Sweets through the curtains. “God you look so beautiful,” Sweets says to me. Blushing, I shrug and respond, “You too, handsome.” The next words I say stun the Serpent. “We should run away,” I say gazing into his chocolate brown eyes, “We should just leave Riverdale.” He was shocked, so shocked that he didn’t respond. I didn’t take offense to it since it was a lot to take in. “Just think about it,” I say and I close my eyes and bathe in the light of the sun. 

Sweet Pea had not said anything in about 2 hours. I was so sure he was truly thinking about it boy I was wrong. Peaceful one second, screaming the next. “Why,” Pea’s voice startled me out of my peaceful reverend, “would you ask me that? Like we don’t already have enough problems here to sort out.” Serpent tension with Ghoulies had only amped up since graduating high school 2 years ago. They have a lot of free time to enact revenge or whatever. “It was just a thought,” I reasoned unphased about the tone in his voice, “Nothing more. Nothing less.” 

“Didn’t seem like just a thought when you were talking about it,” his voice got more intense and loud. I brushed off the whole conversation by saying, “Cool, fine, forget about it. It was a stupid idea anyway.” I don't think he liked that because he got up, shot me one last glare and stormed out of his trailer. 

*3 days later*

Sweets hasn't talked to me for 3 days. I started to gather the stuff I would need to run away. I am leaving with or without him. I really hope it’s with him. I’m praying to all the Gods to convince his stubborn ass to come with. I have a list of ways to properly vanish. 

Delete yourself from the internet (Includes all social media platforms.)

Leave for long periods at a time (One day you can leave and not go back, it would be less suspicious.)

Gather essential items needed for survival (Self explanatory, though I could live without the boxes for books. I am not leaving my books behind.)

Plan an escape (I don’t want to alarm my mother by packing my car with my stuff while she is at home. I pack when she is at work (too easy).)

In case Step 2 fails, leave a note. (You have already read the note.)

Leave. Vanish. Hasta la vista.

Was it perfect? No.

Would it work? Yes. 

*End of flashback*

The day Sweet Pea made his decision, my car was packed and ready to go. I should have left my car behind but I’m not too worried about it. I did go the extra mile and removed my sim card from my phone and smashed it to pieces. My old life is gone and I couldn’t be happier. Sweet Pea walked up the length of my driveway right and I loaded the last box full of my books. I have everything I need; entertainment, money, food, and clothes. I really needed wanted Sweet Pea. 

“Wow,” Sweet Pea said, “you weren’t kidding.” I could not turn around, in case I saw he wasn’t coming with me. “Yeah,” the air was tense, this may very well be the last time I see his beautiful face. I turn to look at the man I want to spend my life with. “I wish you were coming with me,” I say, “My car still has room. I made sure of it.” Sweet Pea’s heart strings tugged, “You did? What if I really didn’t want to come,” I perked up a bit, “Then tough for me.” He smiled when I said that he knew was serious about leaving the second I brought it up and commended me for not trying to force him to go with me. He respected my willpower and knew what he wanted. “Soo, where should I put these?” He asks pulling his bags from the bushes. He was teasing me this whole time, he was truly coming with. I could not contain the scream and jumped into his arms. “Oh my god, Thank. You. Thank. You. Thank. You,” I say, kissing him in between each word. 

Finally our lips met with such intensity that it knocked the wind right out of us. We pulled away panting. The wind around us started to pick up, it was almost as if Mother Nature knew what was happening. Once my feet hit the ground I grabbed Pea’s bags and threw them into the backseat. We both got into my car; with one final look at each other, a wide smile, I was pulling out my driveaway and heading to nowhere. With my ride or die by my side.

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New story

Hey guys! I will be posting a new Sweet Pea story in a few minutes. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please let me know if I should add another part to this story. If not that is okay. :) 

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Serpent Boy with Kind Eyes Pt.3 (Sweet Pea x you)

AN: This is the last and final part to the Serpent Boy with Kind Eyes story. @zoeygraygubler. Sorry this too so long to upload, I’ve been working on my college finals. But you request is now finished. Enjoy ;)

Previously:

He didn’t want to intrude too far if he wasn’t wanted. Once you walk through the door to his trailer your future with the famous Sweet Pea is practically set. You were his. He was yours. No if's and's or but’s. You were his queen, his lady.

~Time Skip~

After a few months with Sweet Pea, you both still hadn’t made it out of the honeymoon phase. Nor have you done the deed. Toni, Fangs, and you also have become best friends, as to be expected Sweet Pea was ecstatic about this. If you didn’t get along with his friends, that would be a huge disappointment. You began to feel that your relationship with Sweets was stuck, he didn’t seem to desire you past PDA. This couldn’t be further from the truth. Sweet Pea had been wanting to be intimate with you since the first date. 

He held off for so long because he didn’t want to push you into thinking he only wanted sex and he wanted to make your guys first time memorable. He had the whole thing planned and was going to put the whole thing in motion that night. He was not blind to the longing looks you had been giving him. The constant bedroom eyes you sent his way, he was shocked that he held off for so long. You were so lost in thought, you didn’t notice him making his way towards you. “Y/N,” he said, waving a hand in your face, “Always lost in la la land.” The comment has been a staple in your relationship. You decide not to comment on the lack of intimacy. Fangs must have waved him over since he walked away again. 

But someone had other ideas. “Wow, You’re still stuck in the friend zone, fatso?” you heard a voice behind you, Josie. ‘She could not give it a break, could she?’ “As a matter of fact,” you reply, “no. And look at you still a desperate little whore. Go parade after someone elses man.” You had enough, she was starting to get on your nerves a bit more. ‘Where did Sweet Pea go?’ “Your man,” she laughed out, “Yeah, right, he has never even kissed you in public. Just another side piece.” 

She had a point. He never did kiss you in public, maybe the occasional hip grab, but even Fangs and Toni do that to her. By those standards you're dating all of them. You decide to just let the conversation die with Josie. ‘Not worth it anyway.’ But a certain Serpent boy didn’t like this. Sweet Pea walking back over heard the comment Josie made. “How could she not defend me?” he said under his breath. He saw you fall silent with your slouched and he was MAD. 

As you're turning away from Josie, you want the ground to open up and swallow you whole. Needing to get home and cry in the shower, a hand grabs your shoulder. The movement was so rough, you almost fell over. You whip your head around expecting to see Josie’s smug face but you saw Sweet Pea. “Do you believe her?” he asked. Oh god, as if this can’t get any worse. ‘Of course he heard. Fucking Horton Hears A Who looking motherfu-’ “Well,” he took a step closer, “do you? I mean you only let her talk and talk. So you must believe her.” You were flabbergasted and started to get real angry with his stupidity. “NO,” you just about scream back, “It’s not like you care anyway. You barely even touch me in public. You practically avoid me like the plague.” 

“I don’t want people to think in interested in just fucking you,” he just about screamed back. The logic is none existent, he does not make any sense. “Do you hear yourself right now?” you ask, “How could anyone even think we had any sort of connection if you barely even look at me?” Having just about enough, you shove him away from you and start to walk home. But even in a fight, Sweet Pea was not about to let his girl walk home alone. 

You got a good distance away when you heard the sound of his bike. He slowed down next to you, riding at a snail's pace. “Baby please,” he pleaded, “Get on the bike. Let me drive you home. Then you can avoid me as much as you want.” Never one to give in easily, you crossed your arms a little tighter and let out a huff. “Alright,” he said back, “Then I’ll ride alongside you till you get home.” Not liking that idea, you walk slower, but he also slowed down. You took the long way home and it was a long walk ahead of you. ‘How did he even find me so quickly? I rarely take this way home.’ Your heart swelled when you realized he must have predicted that you would go this way. ‘He was prepared to run after you.’ 

A small smile must have crept on your face. “Ha! I saw that. You smiled,” he sang badly. Your face dropped immediately. Still walking he decided to annoy you a bit more. He began to ride his motorcycle in a circle while you slowly walked. ‘God, he is insufferable. But cute. But insufferable. It’s actually really adorable.’ He looked like he was having fun, just being in your presence. You stopped and he almost didn’t notice. Almost. “So?” he asked, looking at you with big brown puppy eyes. You cracked and let out a soft smile and began giggling. He shortly started laughing too. “Take me home Sweet Pea,” you say, sighing. “Yes my lady,” he retorted back. 

He did not take you home. He took you to the Southside. “Uh Sweet Pea, you missed the turn like 5 minutes ago,” you said. “Why didn’t you say anything 5 minutes ago?” he quickly asked, “Oh well, guess I’m taking you home with me” “The little shit planned that!’ 

After arriving at his trailer, the energy shifted and felt suffocating. Sitting down on his couch the awkward silence stood in the room. Not wanting to apologize or say anything to make it worse, you chose to remain quiet. You see him open his mouth to say something. Cutting him off, you pull him into a rough kiss. The man has spoken enough for one day. Pulling away you say, “Want to move this to your bed?” 

Wanting the same thing as you, he quickly nods. He pulls you into another steamy kiss and picks you up, walking to his room. Kicking open the door, he drops you on the bed. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, “After this, there is no getting rid of me. I’ll be all yours.” Thinking about the words he spoke. ‘I must mean a lot to him. Waiting patiently for me to make the move. Him confessing once we have sex he’s mine.’ With no doubts in your mind, you decided, you wanted it. Here and now.

Your voice is rough and filled with emotion as you respond, “Yes. Absolutely yes.” With this verbal agreement he is pouncing on you. Attacking your lips with needy, lust-filled kisses. You’re trapped, so drunk off the man that you had unwittingly fallen in love with. You don’t know when or how but you knew you loved him. Emotions are so strong, you push him away to catch your breath. You attempt to push him so you're on top. He laughs at the failed effort but moves to do what you want. 

Once you're straddling his thighs, you feel his hands move up from your ass to your back. Discarding both your clothing, you made haste on getting naked. Lost in the moment you barely notice him guiding you hips to ground yourself on his hard on. The sensation of his tip on your clit brought you back to earth. Moaning, you grab his dick and line him up with your entrance. Sinking down he lets out an animalistic growl, he is so tense and holding himself back from thrusting into you. Your hands grasp his shoulders and squeeze, tempting him to relax. “Relax babe,” you say, “I can take whatever you do to me.”

Offering you no time to take your words back, he thrusts up into you, sheathing himself into you to the hilt. Now sitting down with his dick buried in your pussy, you move your hips slightly. Sweet Pea’s face is clenching and he looks to be in pure bliss. The hands that were once on your back now grip your hips. His grip is so tight you are sure it’ll leave bruises. Leaning back, you sit on the balls of your feet and bounce on top of him. He lets out a whine of a moan and falls back on the bed, eyes rolling back. 

To make matters worse, he is poorly thrusting up into you trying to chase his high. Putting your hands on his stomach you push his hips down to stop his movements. His eyes shoot open and look at you almost pleading. Saying nothing you resume on fucking the soul out of him. He is impressingly sensitive during your riding session. Maybe it was the lack of stimulation or maybe you were just that damn good. 

The more you carried out fucking him, the more whines and moans you both were letting out. The desperation was rising in the room and you both chased your orgasms. Your movements became sloppy, so sloppy that he made sat up, held you by the waist and fucked you onto him. This man was going to be the death of you. Even being on top he partially dominated you. Your orgasm was so so close, taking your hand you brush your clit. That was the final straw, the orgasm that crashed down on you made you go slack in his arms. He carried on his movements as he fucked up into you. As you rode out your high, he reached his. Ropes of hot cum coated your inner walls. His moaning didn’t stop as he thrust himself into you. Feeling physically exhausted he fell back, taking you with him. 

You try to move to lay beside him but his grip never loosened. His dick and cum were still inside you, making you feel stuffed. Once you both catch your breath you gaze into his eyes and see adoration in them. Sweet Pea was looking up at you like you were the love of his life. He was so undeniably in love with you and you could see it. “I love you too” you say. He was shocked but smiled and pulled you in for a sweet kiss.

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Serpent Boy with Kind Eyes Pt.2 (Sweet Pea x you)

AN: This is a little mini update. @zoeygraygubler​ Still working out the ending but I realized I kept you waiting too long. I took a mental health break but I’m back. I’ll have the rest up within the next few days. (: More angst to come. 😈

Previously: 

“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.”

~The Date~

The ride to Pop’s was something. You had never been on a motorcycle before. With Sweet Pea helping you for your first time, you never wanted it to end. But unfortunately it did, hopping off the bike in front of Pop’s you wait for Sweet Pea to finish turning off and parking his beloved bike. The whole ride he went on and on about his bike. You had no idea what he was talking about but listened intently because though you couldn’t see his face, you could hear the joy in his voice. He really loves his motorcycle. 

Once you had made your way inside the infamous burger shop, you both sat down in a booth close to the back wall. One for a little privacy and two you would be harder to see in case someone wanted to show up and make a scene. Mainly for privacy, you weren’t too worried about Josie; Toni was definitely keeping her occupied. 

Sitting across from one of the Southside's hottest delinquents was something. But seeing his sharp features in the lightning of Pop’s neon sign was breathtaking. You guessed a waiter had walked over to talk your order but you were so focused on his deep brown eyes. As the waiter walked away, you fell down to earth. “You got lost in la la land, didn’t you?” Sweets questioned, “Am I that good looking?” This motherfu-. “Atrocious actually” you snap back, “If our kids looked like you, I’d bully them.” 

Then he smirked, “Already planning our future,” he implied. “I-I. No, just stating a fact,” you stumbled out. “Oh and I took the liberty of ordering for you,” he said, “Hope you don’t mind a bacon cheeseburger with fries and 1,” he held up one finger, “milkshake.” He paused for dramatic effect, “To share.” Okay, this is how he wants to play, “Okay mister. Dibs on the cherry,” you responded back. You get a funny feeling, he is about to say something stupid. “I get dibs on your cherry,” he fires back. The woman was too stunned to speak. You were right before you could comment back, the food arrived. 

It smelled so good and both of you wasted no time and began to eat. In between bites you made small talk, getting to know each other and such. Your stomach hurt so much by the end of the night. You only began to realize how late it was when Pop came by and said it was closing time. Going to pay the bill, Pop looked at the both of you and said not to worry about it. “You two had so much fun, it is on the house,” he told them, he smiled and walked away. Sweet Pea was not having that and left the money on the table to cover the bill and provide a tip. 

You liked that very much, you liked him. He was so genuine and not at all like people say the Serpent gang members are. He was single-handedly the most down to earth man you had ever met. The way he spoke of his loyalty to the Serpents and his friends, you felt as if you knew this man for your entire life. This was no boy, he was way too mature, no he was a man. 

“Lost in la la land again,” he said, waving a hand in your face. He had led you out of Pop’s and to his bike. “Thinking of me I hope,” he said, cheekily. “No. Just thinking about how much fun I had tonight,” you reply, “This has been one of the best nights of my entire life.” “Glad to hear that sugar,” he agrees, “Where should I drop you off?” Slightly blushing at the nickname, your face dropped. Your parents were going to kill you, going home was not an option. Seeing the expression on your face, he understood, “We can go back to my place,” he concluded, “No, funny business though, I don’t put out on the first date.” 

Laughing, you shove him away and nod, “Okay, let’s go babe.” Saying babe was so natural, he didn’t respond or even question you calling him babe. You wondered if he even heard it. Oh boy did he hear it loud and clear. With a huge grin, he turned to his bike and got it ready to ride. Offering you the only helmet, he made a mental note that he would have to get you one. 

The ride this time was quiet, with no awkwardness in the air. You held him a bit tighter as you got closer to Southside Sunnyside Trailer Park. The men outside the infamous bar, Whyte Wyrm, certainly didn’t help as well. You didn’t hold him closer out of fear from the gang but from their rivals. He had told you stories about the Ghoulies and how they commonly roamed around the Southside. 

Arriving at his trailer you hop off the bike, a bit too fast. You held onto his shoulder trying to overcome your lightheadedness. He glanced up to see you holding your head in your hand. Taking a hold of your bicep he asked, “You good?” Looking at him you reply, “Oh yes. Perfectly fine, just needed a reason to grab you.” You tried to wink but you don’t think you did because he laughed. “You don’t need an excuse to grab me,” he said, “Do it anytime you like, toots.” Now he ended his sentence with a proper wink. 

‘Damn. I am falling so hard for this man.’ Previous insults cross your mind, you look down to your black booties and feel some insecurity sweeping in. As if he had a sixth sense, he placed a hand on your chin and made you look up at him. “Let’s get inside,” he said, deciding not to comment on your posture change. He didn’t want to intrude too far if he wasn’t wanted. Once you walk through the door to his trailer your future with the famous Sweet Pea is practically set. You were his. He was yours. No if's and's or but’s. You were his queen, his lady. 

Part 1 | Part 3 

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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.”

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Patience Testing Pt.4 (Sweet Pea x you)

AN: This will be the final part. Ending of some spicy themes. If you want anymore just leave a comment or DM. Otherwise enjoy. :)))

Previously: With a glance and a nod he started to move. He built up speed quickly, fucking your pussy so hard you felt bad for the neighbors. There was no holding back any of the sounds coming from your mouth. “Pea, faster faster,” you beg him. ‘There is no way I could go any faster,’ he thought. Instead of listening, he fucked you harder instead, thrusting so forcefully the bed hit the wall, rocking the trailer. It was obvious to anyone what was going on in Sweet Pea’s trailer, they’d be stupid to not realize.

Both so lost and drunk off each other, you two didn’t care about the noise or the rocking trailer. Sweet Pea fucking himself so aggressively into you was your only focus. “I bet you wish it was him right now. Don’t you?,” he began, “Bet you want his cock fucking your pretty pussy. Look at you, you’re a mess. Is this for him?” Responding was impossible, “N-no, j-just for you-ou-ou,” you spoke. His thrusts got more aggressive, if possible, as you spoke. He grew tired of the current position, with his dick fully inside you he fipped you over. Legs between his, you couldn’t escape. He was holding you up by your hips, you would definitely face-plant if he let go. He fulfilled his promise, you won’t be able to walk, maybe for a week. He was practically implailing you on his dick, his orgasm was quickly approaching. You tried fucking yourself onto his cock. This pathetic movement made him cum suddenly, thick cum coating the walls inside your pussy. 

You were so glad he didn’t pull out, you loved it when he bred you. Thrusting a few more times into your spent pussy, he pulled out and flopped next to you on the bed. Your combined rough breathing was the only sound in the room. As he pulled you into his arms, you could feel his warm cum dripping out your pussy and around the cup of your ass. You had only cum once that night. Gaining some strength, you pull away from his embrace. “What are you doing?,” he asked as you attempted to straddle his hips, “Babe my dick needs a break. I’ll eat you out instead."

“But,” he added, “You have to sit on my face.” Eyes dropping down to his cock still glistening from your arousal, you made your way up his body. Lifting a leg over his head, he got an amazing view of your still wet pussy dripping with his cum. The sight made his flaccid dick twitch. His eyes were practically gleaming as you lowered yourself onto his mouth. Immediately he began to hungrily eat you out like a man starved. The grip he held on your weak legs was brutal. Your legs shook, not wanting to put all your weight on him. He didn’t like this, “Relax, baby. Sit down all the way. Fuck yourself on my face,” he assured you. 

Fully sitting down on his face, “Ask and you will receive,” you spoke shakily. You began to rock your hips roughly. He eventually got a taste of your cum mixed with his own and let out an animalistic growl. The sound seemed to reverberate in your pussy making you cry out. This was so unbelievably foul, he was practically slurping his and your cum from your pussy. Feeling your orgasm quickly approaching, you fuck yourself faster on his tongue. Pornographic sounds escaping your mouth, throat raw and tears streaming down your face. You were a mess. So so close to the edge with one final swipe of his tongue on your clit you oragasm hits. Intense waves that make you grasp his hair for some leverage. Aftershocks from your orgasm strong, you push yourself up from his face with a whimper. Once he could move his mouth, he spoke, “Holy shit babe. I think you squirted.” As you made your way to lay next to him you responded, “I bet the guy from the bar could also make me squirt.” The statement earned you a not so gentle slap on the ass. “Still need more, huh? I’ll fuck that thought out of your mind,” he threatened. “Relax, relax, it was a joke. I only have eyes for you Cam,” you firmly state. 

After about five minutes you were clocked out, Sweet Pea got up and went to the bathroom. Grabbing a washcloth, he went back to the bedroom and started to clean your thighs off from your slick and his cum. The feeling of the towel on your skin woke you up, observing the man cleaning you up; it made your heart swell with appreciation. He still hadn’t even put on his underwear yet. Looking up he saw you watching him, he held up his index finger and walked away to put away the towel. The sight of his tanned ass as he walked away was sight to see. He came back, put on his boxers, and laid down next to you. You cuddle into his side, grasping onto his frame trying to get comfortable. 

Within a few moments, he asked, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” The lack of response alarmed him, but upon looking down he saw you once again fast asleep. Deciding to not bother you further, he pulled the blankets over the both of you, settled next to you, and drifted off to sleep. 

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Patience Testing Pt.3 (Sweet Pea x you)

AN: Here is the third part to the Patience Testing Sweet Pea story. Again it gets steamy so read at your own risk. 

Previously:  His lips ghost against your own, he was speaking to you but you couldn’t make out what he was saying. The sensation of his fingers in your squelching pussy, the smell of your arousal on his lips, and the feeling of him standing above you, suffocating you. You were a hot mess, unable to come down to earth. He spoke again, “Look at you. Look at the mess you're making,” he continued, “You have no idea how screwed you are.” You moan in response and bucked your hips to fuck yourself on his fingers. ‘Screwed indeed.’

Apparently getting tired of being in the kitchen, Sweet Pea suddenly grabbed you by the waist and threw you over his shoulder. Only taking his fingers out of you to get you settled. Once on his shoulder and walking towards the bedroom, he stuffed three fingers back into you. You were sure that by the end of the night you were sure he could stuff his whole hand deep into your pussy. So lost in the sheer strength this man possessed and the way his fingers were moving inside you, you were incoherent. Once he reached the bedroom, he began to rip off your clothes. Pushing you back so you fall on the bed now naked and sprawled out. Everything was on full display to him. Your slick glistening on your upper thighs and on his lips. ‘Holy shit. He didn’t even bother to wipe it off.’ This thought made your pussy clench. 

“You got me right where you want me. What are you going to do now?” you asked, you wished you didn’t sound so ruined, clearly he knew how down bad you were. “Oh princess,” he spat, “Don’t get cocky now. You’re going to be screaming by the end of the night.” You definitely believed his threat and gulped slightly. This did not go unnoticed, “Wow the little brat does know when to keep her mouth shut. I’ll make use of that mouth,” he said. You once again glaze up at this godly man and take in the view. His clothes were disheveled and so was his hair. He was breathing hard, chest puffing out at every inhale and collapsing at every exhale. Angrily, he began to tug off his clothes looking you directly in the eyes while doing so. Standing before you only in his briefs you can clearly see the mess from earlier. The bulge of his cock in his underwear and the dark spot from his previous orgasm. 

You wanted to reach out and clean the mess you made. Afterall he did want to make use of your mouth. Sitting up on the edge of the bed you grab his hips and move him closer. You feel his eyes staring into your soul, your own eyes focused on the prize in his briefs. Yanking his briefs down his thick thighs, you scratch your fingernails up his thighs and palm to his cock. Sweet Pea was not small in any way; cock standing at 8 ½ inches and so thick it took both hands to wrap fully around it. You heard a groan above you and looked up, the slight once again took your breath away. “Look at you,” mocking his words from earlier, ”Can’t even handle a bare touch on your dick. Getting so worked up over nothing.” He made no indication of responding instead his hand that was deep in your pussy gripped you by the jaw, opened your mouth, and thrusted his dick inside. With no way of saying anything smart back, your nails dug into his hips. 

With no other choice than to suck him off, you put in your best work. Stuffing as much of his cock as you could into your mouth and jacking the rest off with your hand. Drool was dripping down your chin and onto your breasts. Eyes clenched shut you hollow your cheeks and relax your throat. Sweet Pea’s hips don’t slow down, infact, they get more forceful. Having sex with Sweet Pea was intense but he knew your boundaries and would stop if you wanted him to. You trail your hand to your clit and start circling your fingers around it. Sweet Pea looked down and saw you touching yourself and taking his dick like a champ. He couldn't bring himself to pull your hand away from your pussy. The sight was something to remember, this man was hooked. 

Watching as you got yourself off with his cock down your throat, his hips moved erratically. Your moans vibrate his dick almost making him cum. ‘Do I even want to make her stop?’ he thought. With a strained voice he muttered, “You don’t deserve to taste my cum.” This caught your attention, looking up, your eyes locked with his. This was the action that sent him over the edge, fucking himself into your mouth he came with a strangled moan. Oh my god. ‘That was so fucking hot,’ you thought. Salty, bitter cum filled your mouth as your tongue circled the tip of his cock. Sucking on the tip you tried to get every drop. With his cum still in your mouth you pull away from his twitching dick. You open your mouth to show him the cum. 

“Swallow it,” he ordered. ‘As if I wasn’t going to in the first place,’ you think. Closing your mouth you swallowed all his cum and spoke your mind, “As if I wasn’t going to.” This statement made him a little cocky, a full of himself smirk fell across his face. “Just wanted to boss you around sweet cheeks,” he replied. He kicked his briefs the rest of the way off his long legs. He gestured for you to move up more on the bed. As you moved yourself backwards, he crawled towards you. You watched as his dick grew erect for the third time that night. He is down bad for you, as you are for him. You sensed he liked it, no loved stalking you like prey. Upon seeing the excitement in your eyes, his fully erect cock stood proud against his naval, pointing at you. Already leaking pre-cum the sight made your pussy tingle. Still having not cum yet, you got a little whiny when he started to finger your pussy. Four fingers, deep in you and probing at the spongy spot yet again. ‘Will he let me cum this time?’ Doubtful, you had royally pissed him off tonight. Begging was the only option, “Cameron p-please. Please, let me cum.” His one weakness was his birth name, hearing it fall from your lips while in such a wrecked state, he reluctantly gave in. Slightly he nodded, so minimal you were surprised you saw it. “T-thank you. Oh god. Pea! So so close,” you had a hard time getting the words out. He sped up his movements and added his tongue. Thumb of the hand fingering you circled your tightest hole. 

The sensations became way too much, you came with a loud shout. “AH! Pea!” He helped you through your intense orgasm but offered no time to recover. Climbing up the rest of the way on the bed, he threw your legs over his shoulders and slipped his dick easily into your sopping pussy. With a sigh of relief, he waited a moment for you to adjust to his size. With a glance and a nod he started to move. He built up speed quickly, fucking your pussy so hard you felt bad for the neighbors. There was no holding back any of the sounds coming from your mouth. “Pea, faster faster,” you beg him. ‘There is no way I could go any faster,’ he thought. Instead of listening, he fucked you harder instead, thrusting so forcefully the bed hit the wall, rocking the trailer. It was obvious to anyone what was going on in Sweet Pea’s trailer, they’d be stupid to not realize.

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Patience Testing Pt.2 (Sweet Pea x you)

AN: I had to re-post this the format on the tumblr app was messed up. Thank you so much for the love and enjoyment on the first part. This will most likely be a multipart, seeing as I have 7 pages of this written. Things from this point on does get a little steamy so reader be aware. Also the characters are aged up (20 years old). Enjoy~~~

Previously: Seeing your lust blown pupils, Sweet Pea smirked. Placing hands on the bar on both sides of you. He looked down at you, waiting for an apology. But still not wanting to give in you stayed leaning against the bar looking up at him. Seeing your defiance he scoffed slightly and chuckled. “You’re in for it when we get home,” he snarled.

You decide to test him a little further. Rolling your eyes, you begin to speak, but for the third time that night was cut off again. “Oh princess, I saw that, and you will not be getting away with it.” With a huff, you asked, “Oh yeah. And what are you going to do about it?” The expression on his face changed and his eyes narrowed at you. “We are leaving right now,” he offered no time for protest as he grabbed your arm not hard enough to hurt but firm enough so you couldn’t wiggle away. But why would you want to? Leading out back of the Whyte Wyrm where the serpent motorcycles are parked. As soon as the heavy metal door closed behind you, he pressed you up against it. Silently, he offered one more opportunity to ask for forgiveness. Being as stubborn as him, you crossed your arms and stood your ground. Standing slightly higher as if to challenge him, which was the plan. 

Sensing your disobedience, he scoffed for the umpteenth time that night. “Fine, but don’t be surprised if you can’t walk tomorrow.” he bluntly stated. ‘Was that supposed to fix my attitude? It makes me want to defy you more, sweetheart’ You swore he could read your mind because he asked, “You love getting his reaction out of me, don’t you?” Feeling a little guilty for playing with his feelings you go to actually apologize. Before the words could leave your mouth, he continued, “Don’t try to apologize now, you pressed all the right buttons, it’s only fair you deal with the consequences.” 

Your gaze lingers on him for a bit longer before deciding to pull him into a tight embrace. A little stunned, he reciprocated the hug, asking “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Pulling away choking back tears, “I don’t know. I shouldn’t have messed with your emotions like that,” heart twisting at your concern he crouched down to your height, he took your face in his hands. “Princess, you’re fine. I know you only have eyes for me,” he firmly stated. Pushing yourself off the door you attempted to walk away from him. “Baby, please I’m fine. My feelings aren’t hurt,” he insisted. In fact, he felt ecstatic that you had expressed such concern over his feelings. 

Glancing at him, you looked over his face. Finally dropping your tense shoulders, you believe him. ‘He’s fine. He’s a grown man. I have professed my profound love for him too many times to count.’ Coming to terms with his statements, you took his hand and led him to his bike. Making sure to sensually sway your hips as you walk. Upon reaching his bike, you sit yourself on the seat and he makes his way between your thighs. You spread them to make room for his legs to fill the gap. 

It also wasn’t uncommon for you two to explore voyeurism or public sex. He frequently ate you out behind the Whyte Wyrm in various positions. Sitting on or leaning over his bike; you also gave him many handies and blowjobs. It got so bad that FP decided to completely shut off the security camera behind the infamous bar. 

Sweet Pea’s hand trailing up your leg brought your attention back to the position you were in. You were in deep shit; teasing him, “flirting” with another man, disobedience, the list can go on. The look he was giving you could make any girl drop to her knees. “So, you want to get me all worked up. For what?” he stated. Not wanting to piss him off further, you remain quiet. Apparently that was a wrong move. “Got nothing to say now. Do you, princess?” he spat. ‘Do I play it safe? Or do I poke the bear?’ Making up your mind you respond, “As if you think I would be intimidated by you.” You go as far as to say, “You don’t scare me Cameron.” Upon hearing his birth name the glare he held narrowed more, if even possible. 

“Oh princess, I don’t want you to be scared of me. I want you to be scared of the things I will do to you,” he stated, as a matter of fact. Shivering you realize just how cold it was outside. “Well, it seems like you're too chicken to do anything, seeing as we haven’t left yet,” you say, once again testing his patience. Growling he gestures for you to move further back on his bike. Sitting down on said bike his cock ached as he turned the engine on. The vibrations of the strong engine almost made him bust right there. Images of your breasts and thick thighs are still fresh in his mind, not helping his current situation. 

With your cold hands sneaking underneath his shirt again did not help his current situation. Shrugging off his Serpents jacket, he handed it to you, “Here, put it on.” His tone left no room for arguments, again as if you wanted to object. Never passing up the not so rare opportunity to wear his jacket, you put it on. You wore his jacket more often than your own. His was better. With your heart swelling at the amount of love for the man in front of you, he took off in the direction of his trailer. 

The destination wasn’t far but long enough for you to palm his cock in his pants. This was the action that sent him over the edge. The images in his mind, vibrations of the engine, your cold hand, and the sensation of you palming his dick, he came. Clenching the handles of his beloved bike, he focused on keeping it on the road. Satisfied you pulled your hand away and placed it hand on his thigh. The ride to his trailer seemed to be forever. He took the usual routine, even sped to get there quicker. You impatiently waited for him to put his bike on the kickstand once you arrived. Rummaging around in his jacket pockets you picked out the keys and unlocked the door. Before you even had a chance to turn around, Sweet Pea grabbed you by the hips and guided you inside. He kicked the door shut with his heavy boot and began attacking your neck with open mouth sloppy kisses. At this point your arousal was practically dripping down your legs. With one of his hands making its way down your stomach where you needed him most, you reluctantly pulled away. When you turned around you were not prepared to see how utterly wrecked he looked. 

He stooding towering a good foot over you just watching, waiting. The sight made your breath catch in your throat. Eyes trailing down his body you see a stain on his pants. Wow, needing water after that blessed view, you grabbed his shirt and led him to the kitchen. Unable to reach the glass he placed on the top shelf in the cabinet. You glance at him and once again ask, “Can you help a girl out?” Seeing his eyes glint dangerously he walked up behind you, sandwiched you between him and the counter and grabbed the glass. Instead of handing that glass to you, he turned you around to face him and lifted you, placing your ass on the kitchen counter. The cold from the counter meeting your naked thighs.You skirt had rode up enough that your ass was practically hanging out. 

Heavy silence fell in the kitchen, only his labored breathing could be heard, barely. With the way his man was looking at you made you want to cum right then and there. You placed a hand on his shoulder and started to push him down to his knees. Once he was on his knees, eyes now locked between your legs, you spread your legs further. “Don’t just look, Sweet Pea. Eat it.” you demanded. With yet another warning glance at you he obliged. Running a hand up your thigh he tugged you closer to the edge of the counter. Now face to face with your pussy he licked his lips and said “Oh, my pleasure.” The way he had said those words did indeed make you afraid of what he planned to do. With no time to process the undertones of what he said, he got to work. Not even bothering to remove your panties, he began devouring your pussy, devouring your soul. 

The first swipe of his tongue against your clit had you clenching his hair roughly. He loves when you pull his hair so the grip only encourages him to increase his tongue movements. The speed of his tongue of your sensitive slit made you shudder. Pulling away will not help you escape his grip. With his tongue swirling on your slit you were so close to cumming. The delicious burn and the satisfaction that this wouldn’t be the only time you came tonight. So so close to the edge, your moans and gasps got louder. Building, building, building, gone; the son of a bitch pulled away just as you were about to burst. Your loud whine echoed through his empty trailer. “After everything you pulled today, you really thought I would let you cum. No no no.” he tisked. “Oh, Sweet Pea. Please,” you begged. With an unrelenting expression, you knew he would not change his mind any time soon. It was odd, still kneeling between your legs yet he had you at his mercy. His hand was now trailing up your thigh, finger probing your soaked entrance, pushing two fingers into your pussy. 

Rising to his feet with his fingers deep in your pussy now twirling at the spongy spot. You start to feel your orgasm building again, he must have felt your wall contracting and slowed down the movement of his fingers. His lips ghost against your own, he was speaking to you but you couldn’t make out what he was saying. The sensation of his fingers in your squelching pussy, the smell of your arousal on his lips, and the feeling of him standing above you, suffocating you. You were a hot mess, unable to come down to earth. He spoke again, “Look at you. Look at the mess you're making,” he continued, “You have no idea how screwed you are.” You moan in response and bucked your hips to fuck yourself on his fingers. ‘Screwed indeed.’

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I wrote so much more to the Patience Testing story, if y'all want it. Do you want to read it? Like I'm talking 4 pages. Maybe a multipart.