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My First Mistress

Request: Yes / No  Hey...I always thought Cheryl blossom would make an excellent Dominatrix. Could you write something for a male reader where she becomes his dominatrix? Thank you for your time! Anon

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Cheryl Blossom x Male!Reader 

Word count: 2926

Warnings: SMUT!! The request should tell you what you’re about to read

Y/N: Your Name 

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The first time I saw her was when she walked into the bar, long red hair, tight fitting red dress showing off all her assets, that image wouldn’t leave my mind. However, her incredible beauty wasn’t what attracted me to her, it was her attitude. She knew what she wanted and would take it by any means necessary. Throughout the night I couldn’t stop staring, but I was too shy to approach her. So I just sat and nursed my drink. She noticed my stares however, as she approached the seat next to me my heart skipped a beat. 

“What’s your name, handsome?” She asked. 

“I’m Y/N.” I answered and she smiled. 

“The names Cheryl.” She said. From there the conversation flowed naturally, although I probably complimented her looks a bit too eagerly. 

It was just before midnight when she suggested we go back to her place. Nervously and excitedly I jumped at the opportunity and we quickly found ourselves at her house. Our tongues fought against each other as we kissed deeply. She quickly took the lead. 

“I need to know if you can satisfy me.” She said. 

“W-What do you want?” I asked and she smirked. 

“I want you to do whatever I ask you to do.” She whispered in my ear. 

“Can you do that for me?” I asked and I nodded instantly. Her smirk grew and she led me over to a door. She opened it and revealed a windowless room in total darkness. She pushed me inside and flicked on the switch. It was a black and red room with only a bench with straps coming off it, and different toys lining the walls. She held my arms behind my back and I had no idea what she might do. I was a little scared, but that thrilled me more than anything. 

“Wow…” I whispered in awe. She turned me and it was the sexiest sight of my life. She had taken off her dress and was now in black knee high leather boots, black silk panties, and a very tight black corset that made her breasts look incredible. Her fair skin couldn’t look more beautiful against her black clothing, and her red hair made the image almost unreal. She slapped me in the face, hard enough that it stung. 

“Rule one, you don’t speak until spoken to.” She said. 

“Yes.” I replied instantly. She slapped me again, in the exact same spot she had hit me before. The sweet sting made me even more turned on. 

“Rule two, you will always address me as Mistress, unless I request something else. I will call you whatever the fuck I want. Bitch is a good start, don’t you agree?” She asked with a smirk. 

“Yes Mistress.” I answered. She smiled and stroked my red cheek. I felt extremely grateful for the attention. 

“Lie on the table, Bitch.” She ordered. 

“Yes Mistress.” I felt the thrill of humiliation as I lied down. She leaned over me, her magnificent breasts only inches from my face. I wanted more than anything to touch them, lick them, to bury my unworthy face in them, but I knew I couldn’t. I had to be a good bitch. 

“You must be the most pathetic little bitch I’ve ever met.” She said, squeezing my cheeks together with her thumb and forefinger. 

“What a pathetic little cunt you are. Do you think you deserve me? Is that what you think?” She asked. 

“No Mistress.” I mumbled through my pressed lips. Suddenly she grabbed my hair on the back of my head and forced my head around. I turned my body with it so I was face down. 

“Let’s get you a proper look at you then, Bitch.” She wretched my shirt over my head. Next she yanked my shoes and socks off, and finally my jeans. I was left just in my boxers. Although I couldn’t see her, I could feel her glare digging into me. 

“God, you’re disgusting, Bitch. I can’t believe I let a worthless cunt like you into my house.” She said. I loved every bit of every insult more than the most lavish praise from any other girl. She grabbed my hands, one at a time, securing them into the straps attached to the corners of the bench. She made sure they were tight and secure. She did the same with my feet and I could tell she was an expert, she did it so quickly. I loved the feeling of restriction, but I was surprised that the straps were long and I still had quite a lot of possible movement. 

“Look up, Bitch and you’ll be sorry. A pathetic piece of shit like you is not allowed to look at me. You’re not worthy, are you?” She asked, while pushing my head into the bench. 

“I am not worthy, Mistress.” I answered. I heard her kneel at the end of the table, between my spread legs, and heard rubbing. 

“Oh God, my tits feel good today.” She teased. I heard her hands slide down her body, I could hear every little sound. 

“Oh fuck, and my pussy!” I heard the soft, wet sound of fingers entering her pussy. 

“This tight little cunt feels amazing!” She exclaimed loudly, fingers sliding in and out of the wetness. I had always loved watching girls masturbate and I couldn’t resist. That’s when I realized what she was doing. She was trying to make me look at her. I was a good little Bitch, and I would remain a good little Bitch. 

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck my sweet little pussy!” She moaned. The sound of fingering stopped briefly and she sucked hard on her fingers. Quickly she jammed them back in and fucked herself even harder. 

“Oh fuck! Oh my little cunt!” She yelled. Blood rushed to my head, I felt panicked, torn between two desires. One, to remain obedient, and two to see my beautiful Mistress in ecstasy. I hardly noticed my hard cock painfully pressed into the bench. 

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh!” She was close to orgasming. I couldn’t help myself. I was just a pathetic little bitch, I had to see her. I turned and I knew I’d made the right choice. Her nipples were so hard and on instinct I had to suck it. I pulled hard against my restraints, willing them to break, fuck the consequences. I looked down and her fingers had pushed against her panties and two of them were pushed deep into her perfect pussy, while the other was pressed hard on her clit. She knelt back, eyes closed, and her moaning got higher pitched. I could smell the wonderful aroma of her glorious pussy. She opened her eyes and saw me. I turned my head back to the bench straight away, but she stopped masturbating. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” She asked. 

“You stupid little cunt!” She grabbed me tightly around my neck.

“I warned you, you stupid little fucking bitch.” She growled. I felt like she might not let go of my throat. 

“I gave you one fucking instruction.” She growled in my ear. 

“Sorry Mistress! Sorry for being a naughty, pathetic, useless little Bitch!” I said. 

“Sorry won’t fucking cut it, Bitch. You not only broke the rules, you tried to cover it up! I saw you look away. You stupid little Bitch. You are going to learn that actions have consequences,” I love that she said that. I wanted to feel her anger. She undid my leg straps, pulled down my boxers and threw them onto the back of my head. 

“You can’t wear men’s underwear, you dumb bitch. From now on, you’ll wear my panties.” She said. 

“Yes mistress.” I responded. She pulled her black silk panties off and pulled them up my legs, as high as they would go so the front bound my balls and dick tightly, the back rubbed against my asshole.

“You look more like a Whore than a Bitch like that.” She said. 

“I was going to play with your stupid little cock, but you can forget that now.” She said as she turned me over and looked disdainfully at my stupid little cock. She got up and grabbed some red furry cuffs. She undid the arm restraints and I immediately offered her my hands. She pushed my legs back until my knees were near my chin, then grabbed my arms forwards and fastened the handcuffs in front of my knees. She then grabbed my legs and pulled them apart, and tied them into the restraints my arms had been in. As she did, I slipped back, leaving my ass spread and my little hole totally exposed. I knew then what she had in store for me. She ducked out of my vision and returned with a smooth red strap on, maybe a five inch dildo. It was a little smaller than my cock. I’ve never had more than a tip of a finger up my ass before and this was sure to give me the pain I needed. She straddled the bench, over my face. The view of her directly above me was so sexy. I threw my head back submissively, but she grabbed my head and yanked it forward. She pushed her strap on towards my mouth and I opened my mouth for her. She slowly pushed her cock towards my mouth. 

“I wanted to break you in slowly, Whore. I wanted to give you the great feeling of have this cock stuck up your ass while I felt that little prick of yours.” She said, calmly. My heart sank, I needed to be fucked. I needed it so badly! Her cock went in my mouth and I sucked. I’d never sucked a cock before, so I had no idea if I was any good. I tried hard, I was a Whore after all. 

“But I need to be strict with you, I need an obedient Whore.” She slapped me gently to prove her point. 

“Will you disobey me again, Whore?” She asked politely. I shook my head quickly and she slapped me harder. 

“You didn’t say ‘Mistress’.” She said sternly. I couldn’t talk though!

“I guess that wasn’t fair, you do have a cock in your mouth… Well, life isn’t fair. Not for little Whores.” She said. That’s true. Whatever Mistress wanted, she’d get. 

“I don’t have to treat you good when you’re good. So when you’re bad, like before, when you think your pathetic eyes are worthy of my body while I pleasure myself, you will be treated very, very bad.” She said and jammed the cock right down my throat. I gagged and she smiled. She left it in for a second, then fully pulled it out. 

“Is that fair, Bitch?” She asked. 

“Yes Mistress, I’ve been a bad little whore.” I answered and her smile grew. She got up once again and returned with two crocodile clips linked by a chain, a ball gag, and was still wearing that smooth red strap on… except this one was at least twice the size of the one she had on before. It was bigger than the biggest cock I’ve seen in porn! I looked at it and my eyes widened in fear. 

“Good Whore, I agree.” She said with an evil smirk. She first crouched on top of me and pulled out the crocodile clips. 

“I would say this isn’t going to hurt, but I’d be lying.” She said sweetly. 

“Do you want these on your tits?” She asked. 

“Yes Mistress.” I answered. 

“I’m not convinced.” She said with a smirk and I knew she wanted me to beg. 

“Please Mistress, please clamp my tits. I’m just a Whore and I need it!” I begged  

“Okay, Whore.” She said and clipped it onto my right nipple first. I exhaled in shock at the pain. It hurt a lot, but I really wanted to other one on. She placed the other one and I realized I really enjoyed it. It was real pain. I wanted more. I wanted my ass fucked. 

“I’m far too nice to you.” She said. 

“I really want to fuck you and for it to hurt, but sadly I feel a little affection for you, you stupid little Whore. I’m going to lube you up before I fuck you.” She said and reached for the lube. She applied a big glob of it to my exposed asshole. She buried a finger in and my asshole was stretched slightly by her soft lubed finger. It felt amazing and I wanted more. 

“Looks good.” She said, admiring my ass. I felt proud at her words. 

“But it’s the wrong color.” She said with a frown. I furrowed my brow, until I felt the sharp pain on my left ass-cheek. She held up her horse whip to me and smirked. She hit the other cheek and then right down the middle, perfectly onto my lubed up hole. I bit my lip hard and squealed in pleasure. She whipped each cheek hard. The pain rushed up to join the constantly pulsing of my clamped nipples. It was a wonderful mix of pain. I threw my head back and sighed with each stroke. Finally she stopped and admired her work. 

“Much better.” She smiled. 

“Now to claim this Whore hole for myself.” She said and excitement washed over me. 

“But first, you need to beg.” She said and I looked up. Her huge cock pressed just centimeters from my hole. 

“Please Mistress, fuck me.” I begged and she slapped me. 

“That’s all you can do? I want you to fucking beg, you dumb Whore. Fucking beg!” She hissed. 

“Oh please Mistress, I love you Mistress! Please fuck my dirty undeserving little Whore asshole! You’re my fucking Queen and I’m nothing but you’re little Bitch slave. I’m completely unworthy of your magnificent cock, but please fuckme. Ruin me, destroy my pathetic little ass. Make me yours forever. Please stick your huge cock up my tiny little asshole!” I begged. She tried to conceal her smile, but she couldn’t fully. 

“My God, you are the most pathetic little Whore in the world. I can’t listen to anymore of your shit.” She said and picked up the ball gag. She stuffed it into my mouth and locked it around the back of my head. I laid back helplessly as she loomed over me. She placed both her hands on my throat, but she didn’t choke me. She pressed her cock slowly against my asshole. She looked deep and aggressively into my eyes and I whimpered through my gag. She tightened her grip on my throat slightly. The first stab on pain came as the full width of the dildo started to stretch my hole fully. Oh God… this was just too much! The pain was so intense, but the pleasure that followed was even greater. She thrusted further and further inside me, every bit of the inside of my ass was being stroked and pummeled. 

“Oh you’re a good little Whore, aren’t you?” She asked and I could only mumble ‘Yes Mistress’ into the gag. I looked up at my Mistress with pure love and lust. Her wonderful breasts bounced with every thrust, her fierce red hair flicked behind her, her stunning eyes focused on her little Whore in wonderful agony. The dildo felt even bigger up my ass than it had looked. The pain and the bondage, it was the perfect combination. My cock felt like it was about to explode as she pushed even deeper inside me. Then suddenly, she stopped. She looked me up and down, her eyes stopped on my twitching cock. She slowly placed her hand on it and pulled down as she thrust. With a second pull, my cum sprayed over me, onto my chest and face. I couldn’t believe how well my Mistress was treating me, letting her Whore cum all over himself. She undid my gag and I instantly started thanking her. 

“Thank you! Thank you so much Mistress! That was the best- Ah!” I was cut off by pain as my nipple clamps were taken off, which was as painful if not more than putting them on. Then my handcuffs were released and I saw my wrists had deep red marks around them. My arms fell limply to my side. 

“Thank you so much, you are so good to your Whore. Thank you for fucking me so hard, for hurting me, I needed it. I want to be a good Whore for you. I love you Mistress.” I said and meant every word. She said nothing and just smiled, her cock still up my ass. She hadn’t gone in all the way, I noticed. It felt like her cock was all the way inside me. She slowly slid out of me and it was the best feeling of all, pure pleasure. She knelt before me, triumphant. I was still laying back with my feet high in the air with the straps still around them. She released them and I collapsed, limp. 

“You better not ever take those panties off. I want to see you wearing them next time.” She said and then walked out the door. She left me to gather my things and leave. I had to go back home and pretend I was a strong man that the world thought I was, but I wasn’t. I was Cheryl's little Whore now and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

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Strange Lovers

Cheryl Blossom X Male Reader.

Request - Hello can you Write Cheryl Blossom X Male Reader. The reader was the great criminal leader of the Yakuzas in Japan, arriving in Riverdale the reader sees that the Ghoulies try to hurt Cheryl but he saves her from all of them, and the two fall in love.

Cheryl met with her friends at Pop's Diner. She sits across from Betty and Veronica. They have been hearing rumors about the new guy moving to Riverdale. She has been hearing all kinds of rumors about the new guy, but she hasn't seen him just yet. But she is curious about how he looks and where he came from.

“Have you any of you have seen the new guy?” Cheryl asked.

“No. But Veronica has” Betty said.

“Really?” Cheryl said.

Veronica nods “I was having car trouble and he helped me. His name is Y/n and he helped me get into a mechanic shop”

“Is he cute?” Cheryl asked.

“I think he is cute and he does know how to dress,” Veronica said.

“He lives a few houses down from my house,” Veronica said.

They continue to talk about the new guy. Now, Cheryl is interested in meeting the new guy.

After spending time with Betty and Veronica, Cheryl left Pop’s diner. She noticed you and she walked towards you.

“So, you are the new guy that everyone can't stop talking about,” Cheryl said.

“And you are?” You asked.

“My name is Cheryl Blossom and here I Invented Red, I Am Red” Cheryl said.

“Interesting intro, Red,” You said.

“Why Riverdale?” Cheryl asked.

“Straight to the point, I see that you always take charge,” You said.

“Obviously. Just to let you know, I do what I want. What’s your name?” Cheryl said.

“My name is Y/n and that’s all you need to know,” You said.

You have a complicated past and did some bad stuff, but you want that to be private.

“I do have a habit of finding out about people’s past and among other stuff, Y/n,” Cheryl said.

“I’m not going to play little games with you because you are bored,” You said.

You walk away and she turns around.

“I will find out,” Cheryl said.

You didn't say anything and you went home. Cheryl did go home and she goes online to look for information about you. After almost an hour, she didn't find anything online. She knew that was strange because everyone had a digital trace. But she starts to think about how else to look up information on someone.

——-

People around have noticed your bodyguards. But you don't harass anyone or steal from them. But Robert Phillips aka Sugarman wanted to do a deal with you, buying and taking drugs to different towns. You said you will think about it. You wanted to make sure no one was on his trail.

Cheryl was determined to find out about your past. She even followed you around for the whole night but she didn't get a lot of information about you. She noticed how your bodyguards would take orders from you.

✬ ✯ ✫ ✬

One night, Cheryl starts to follow you. You went out and you stopped at a small bar. You noticed a car was following you and you parked the car. But you saw her get out of the car and before you could do anything, a group of guys started to harass Cheryl.

The Ghoulies surrounded her.

“Cheryl Blossom, you are on the wrong side of town,” Malachai said.

“Why don’t you and your hobo friends go take a shower and leave me alone” Cheryl said.

“Someone needs to teach you a lesson, bitch. No one disrespects me or my gang” Malachai said.

“Or what?” Cheryl said.

He grabbed her arm hard.

“We will teach you how to respect us,” Malachai said.

You get out of the car.

“Leave her alone now!” You yelled.

“Who is this your boyfriend?” Malachai asked.

“Step away before I make you cry,” You said.

“Go home, asshole this is between me and this bitch right here,” Malachai said.

“You talk too much for a little bitch” You said.

You put on your brass knuckles. Your bodyguards are behind you. Malachai runs towards you then you punch him in the face and he starts to bleed, you break his nose. You start to punch him in the face and the stomach, and then your bodyguards start to brutally beat up Malachai’s friends. She saw you throw Malachai onto the ground and you start to kick him hard in the stomach. Then you get down and start to punch him in the face, and he bleeds out fast. Some blood splatter on your face and shirt

“Who’s the bitch. Now” You angrily said.

You stand up and you wipe the blood off your face.

“Let’s go now,” You said.

“What about her?” He said.

“She is coming with us to make sure she isn't hurt then we take her home,” You said.

Cheryl is stunned and she did get in the car with you.

You took her to your house and you cleaned yourself up. Then you offered her a drink and she said no.

“Thank you,” Cheryl said.

You and Cheryl are alone, you sent your bodyguards home.

“Are you okay, I have a first aid kit” You said.

“I’m fine, Y/n,” Cheryl said.

“I know you were following me, why” You said.

“I wanted to know what you are hiding,” Cheryl said.

“Do you have to know everything?” You asked.

“Yes, I do,” Cheryl said.

You watch her look at the pictures hanging on the wall.

“Are you in the Yakuza?” Cheryl asked.

“What makes you think I am?” You said.

“All these men have tattoos up to their chest, wrists, and ankles. And you have samurai swords,” Cheryl said.

She saw a picture of you and the other Yakuza members. Even if she told the police, you would just pay them off. You already have some police officers working for you.

You have Japanese art, samurai swords, and Oni makes everywhere. She keeps staring at the items.

“I’m not going to answer that,” You said.

“I will take that as yes,” Cheryl said.

“I’m just a guy from Japan,” You said.

“Don’t take me as a fool” Cheryl said.

“I don’t,” You said.

She rolled her eyes at you.

——-

You kept your eye on Cheryl to be sure she was safe. The Ghoulies haven't harassed you or Cheryl. Malachai was so badly beaten that he had to stay in the hospital for two weeks.

“What made you leave Japan?” Cheryl asked.

“Many reasons, I am not going to bore you with,” You said.

“Now, why you are following me?” Cheryl asked.

“Making sure they won't harass you,” You said.

“If you wanted to go on a date you could have asked,” Cheryl said.

You couldn't help to smile.

“Okay, I will take you out on a date,” You said.

“Nowhere cheap,” Cheryl said.

“I won't take you anywhere cheap, promise,” You said.

✬ ✯ ✫ ✬

You and Cheryl made it official to be in a relationship. Everyone knows that you are her boyfriend and her parents don't like it. But she doesn't care what they think about it. You and Cheryl do open up to each other about everything. You did admit that you are in the yakuza but you know she won't tell anyone.

“Come here,” Cheryl said.

He is lying on your bed and she extends out her arms, and you lie on top of her. She wraps her arms around you and she kisses your head.

“Glad, you are here tonight,” You said.

You stare at her and she starts to smile. She kissed you on the lips and she started to smile.

“Sorry about earlier I had to take care of something,” You said.

“You just have to make it up to me, Y/n” Cheryl said.

“How?” You asked.

You lie on your back and she lies on her side, she places her hand on your chest. She kissed you again and you started to smile.

“You have to figure it out,” Cheryl said.

You start to kiss her and your hand is under her shirt. You never opened up to anyone before and she is the first. You don’t regret it and she feels the same way. When you are alone with her, she is very affectionate with you.

“I have a surprise for you,” You said.

“What?” Cheryl asked.

“Follow me,” You said.

She followed you to the other room and you opened the door. She walks in and she is in shock and you gently grab her hand.

“This is your art room. You will have everything that you need to draw or paint. You can come here anytime you want and just paint. This is why I had the door locked because I was getting everything ready” You said.

“This is amazing. Just wow, Y/n!” Cheryl smiled.

She turns around and she wraps her arms around you. She starts to kiss you passionately and she doesn't stop smiling.

“I’m going to show you how to paint,” Cheryl said.

“Okay,” You said.

You showed her the paint set and you took out the canvas for her. She is showing the basics of how to mix paint. Then she tells you to paint what you feel. You are starting to have fun with her and you never painted anything before.

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RIVERDALE x male reader

oooookkkkkayyyyy so, hi, this will be one of the first times I even write on here, and I kinda wanna test it out. so recently I've getting into riverdale, and I kinda want to insert myself into the mix. But for the sake of you guys, I'm going to be using (y/n) for the story.

some backround info, you're like Veronica Lodge, but with a twist; You're mother is very rich due to her occupation, and you are the middle child (which will tie into your status in the family) You have one younger sibling and one older sibling. You barely know your older sibling, since you guys were ages apart, and your younger sibling didnt share any of the same common interests as you, so you both barely talked. Which made you the perfect candidate for your mothers company. Some people think you'll be taking her place within the industry one day, since you have a striking resemblance to her, that and you share the same common interests. You are her golden child, and she puts you above anyone and anything.

All you've ever known was New York, since you were born and raised there, so you never really questioned or asked about your mother's roots, only because of the fact your family had grown connections all over New York. So it was a suprise when your mother all of a sudden told you to pack your bags.

idk how long this series is going to be, and I will be taking requests for other stories, but tell me what you guys think!!

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[storiesforallfandoms]

more than a song ~ alex turner

word count: 2937

request?: yes!

“hi lovely! i wanted to request an alex turner x reader. just something based off of the song you’re so dark by arctic monkeys. he’s been friends with you for a while but a side comment from his girlfriend (something just like she doesn’t get how they’re just friends) and it’s just snaps into place. ig just him writing the song and moments of them together. maybeeeee him jacking off imagining her on all fours 👀. something like that! thank youuuuu”

description: in which he starts by writing a song about his best friend who is much different than him, and it turns into something more

pairing: alex turner x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (male masturbation), kind of cheating since alex is imagining the reader and not his girlfriend (who will be a made up character, not his real girlfriend louise), also the reader doesn’t really know what alex was doing so idk take that into consideration? idk these warnings are a mess now

masterlist (one, two, three)

It all started with a comment his girlfriend, Cheryl, made.

“She’s so dark. How are you two friends?”

They had just left a night out with Alex’s bandmates and his best friend, (Y/N). It was the first time the two women had met, which Alex was hoping would go well since both of them meant so much to him. They had just barley left the bar when Cheryl made the comment.

It amused him so much that he couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Why do you say that?”

Cheryl gave Alex a look. “Really?”

He stopped walking so he could turn to face her. “I’m serious. What do you mean she’s dark?”

“Alex...she talked for nearly an hour about HP Lovecraft and Edgar Allan Poe.”

Alex waited, expecting her to explain why that was a bad thing. When she didn’t, he said, “Yeah, those are her favorite authors.”

“They’re very depressing authors.”

Alex shrugged. “I’ve never read any of their stuff.”

Cheryl closed her eyes and sighed. “She’s got a very dark personality, Alex. Like murder of crows follow her around, Addams family’s long lost member dark. It’s just weird to me that you’re her friend when she’s so depressing.”

“Hey, you may think that, but she’s still my best friend. I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t insult her like that.”

Cheryl crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at him. “Maybe I should be questioning your friendship with her in different ways.”

It was safe to say the night did not go as planned. Alex brought Cheryl home in a tense silence. He gave her a chaste kiss on her cheek before she got out without a word, slamming her door shut behind her.

The night had definitely left a slight strain on their relationship. Cheryl had decided that she hated (Y/N) just because of this idea she had that Alex and (Y/N) had romantic feelings for one another, but Alex refused to end his friendship with her when that wasn’t true at all, and when he had known (Y/N) for so much longer than Cheryl. So, even though they decided to continue their relationship, it wasn’t exactly smooth sailing.

But Cheryl’s comment about (Y/N)’s personality stuck in Alex’s mind. He had never noticed a “darkness” to his best friend. She was just (Y/N), the person Alex had known since they were kids. But now he was thinking about the things she liked, and the way she acted and just her general personality. He found himself humming to himself around his apartment; a melody at first, but eventually lyrics started forming in his mind.

“You got your HP Lovecraft. Your Edgar Allan Poe.”

He quickly rushed to his work desk to scribble down the lyrics as they came to his head.

“You got your unkind ravens, and your murder of crows.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as he thought of Cheryl’s comment about (Y/N) being like a murder of crows. What Cheryl didn’t know was that (Y/N) had a tattoo along the backside of her left shoulder that was a flock of black birds. They weren’t distinguishable birds, but she often said it was a murder of crows since they were black birds. Cheryl would probably have lost her mind if (Y/N) was wearing anything that would’ve showed off that tattoo.

Thinking of Cheryl caused his mind to wander to the turmoil of their relationship. He looked down at the verse and chorus he had written about (Y/N) and thought about the fact that he was in the process of writing a song for his best friend when he had never had thought about writing one for Cheryl at all since they started dating. Maybe Cheryl was right to think Alex felt stronger feelings than friendship for (Y/N).

He shook his head. No, that’s not it. She’s my best friend since we were kids, and I’ve only known Cheryl for a few months. That’s all it is.

“I know you’re nothing like mine, cause she’s walking on sunshine. And your love would tear us apart.”

Alex was at his desk for nearly an hour putting the song together. He had two full verses and a rough outline for the chorus, but it still needed something more. He was toying around with more lyrics when he started writing, “You watch Italian horror and you listen to the scores. Leather-clad and spike collar, I want you down on all fours.”

“Whoa,” he muttered to himself. “Where the fuck did that come from?”

But now that he had written it, he couldn’t help but picture (Y/N) doing exactly what he had written: on his bed, down on all fours, her ass in the air.

He shook his head. “No,” he scolded himself. “No, stop. This is wrong.”

But he couldn’t stop. He closed his eyes and the image was embedded into his eyelids. He felt himself straining against his jeans as he imagined himself knelt behind her, looking down at her ass in the wear, wearing only a pair of lacy black underwear.

He groaned as he palmed himself through his jeans. The desire was far too strong to ignore. He had to take care of this, otherwise he knew he’d have a nasty ache between his legs that he would not be able to get rid of.

Just one time, he thought. Then I’ll never think of her like this again.

Alex unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them and his boxers down to his knees. His dick was hard as a rock and angry red. He hissed as the cool air touched the sensitive area. He spit on his hand and wrapped his hand around the base. His head tipped back as a moan erupted from his throat.

He closed his eyes and the image of (Y/N) appeared again. Her face buried into the pillow beneath her, moans muffled by the fabric of the pillow. Alex’s dick plunging in and out of her tight pussy, her ass bouncing every time his hips collided with it. He imagined that her moans were as pretty as her regular voice was. Picturing that pretty voice moaning his name caused his dick to twitch in his hand.

The wet sounds of his hand stroking his dick mixed with his heavy breathing and moans filled the room. His mind drifted from having her bent over in front of him to having her sat on his lap in the very chair where he was sat. He imagined (Y/N), still just in a matching lingerie set, pulling him away from his songwriting so she could climb up onto his lap and straddle him. He imagined her pulling the fabric of her panties to the side, a string of arousal connecting her needy hole and the underwear. He could almost feel the warm, wetness of her walls as she sunk herself down onto him, and her lips on his neck as she started to ride him.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “God, that feels so good.”

His desire to have her grew, even though he knew he never would. She was his best friend. There was no way she felt this way for him, too. And he definitely was not going to risk their friendship by bringing these feelings up to her. More than anything, (Y/N) was his friend and he wasn’t about to lose her all together. For now, the only way he’d have her would be in his imagination, and he was more than okay with that.

Behind his closed eyes he could see (Y/N)’s perfect tits bouncing in his face. He squeezed the base of his dick a little tighter as his jerking motions became quicker, almost more desperate. He could feel his high creeping up on him, and he was desperately trying to chase it.

In his mind, (Y/N) was leaning into his ear. In a sexy, sultry voice, he pictured her whispering, “Cum for me, Alex.”

And that was all he needed to go tumbling over the edge. He called out her name into his empty apartment as his hot cum spilled over his hand, lap, and some on his shirt. He mentally cursed to himself for not preparing more for the mess, but physically he felt incapable of fixing it. He let his head rest on the back of the chair as he breathed heavily. When he opened his eyes to finally face reality, he was looking up at the ceiling instead of at (Y/N)’s beautiful face.

There was a slight ringing in his ears as the blood flow from his brain to his dick finally went down. It was loud enough that he almost didn’t hear his phone vibrating on the desk and took him a moment to realize someone was trying to call him. He reached out with his clean hand to look at the caller ID, and his heart skipped a beat when (Y/N)’s name and face popped up on his screen.

Against his better judgement, Alex answered. “Hello?”

“Where the fuck are you?” (Y/N) asked, a joking tone in her voice. “I’ve sent you, like, five text messages.”

Alex pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at the lockscreen to see that (Y/N) had in fact tried to text him.

“Hey fucker, what are you doing?”

“Hello? Alex?”

“Quick wanking off and answer me.” (That one both made him laugh and made his heart pound harder against his chest.)

“Listen, can I come over? I wanted to talk about something.”

“I really hope the reason you’re not answering is not what I think.”

“Sorry, I was - uh - I was busy writing,” he said. It wasn’t entirely a lie. “I got really into it and had my phone on silent. Didn’t even know you were texting me. What’s going on? Is everything alright?”

“Well, I’m currently parked outside your place. Can I come in to talk about it?”

He felt his blood run cold. (Y/N) was outside his place right now trying to come in to talk to him, meanwhile he was sat at his work desk with cum over himself after jerking off to the thought of her.

This truly could not be any worse.

“Yeah! Yeah, just give me a second,” he said, quickly trying to figure out a solution to this.

“Alex, I’ve known you for years, you do not have to tidy the place up for me,” (Y/N) said.

“I know, I just need to...I just have to do something before you come in. Give me a second.”

He hung up before (Y/N) could protest any further. He quickly took off his already cum-stained shirt and used it to wipe off his hand and the area around his dick. He threw the shirt with the rest of his dirty clothes, tucked himself back into his jeans, and found a new shirt to put on. Just as he was pulling the shirt over his head, the doorbell started ringing. He quickly raced to his front door and threw it open to reveal (Y/N) stood there.

“Are you done whatever you had to do?” she asked, but pushed past him before he could answer.

“Come on in, make yourself at home,” he teased as he followed her in.

“I always do,” she said with a smirk. “You’re lucky I respect your privacy enough that I didn’t just get that hidden spare key and barge in here before I called.”

Very, very lucky for that, actually.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” he asked her as they reached his living room. “Your texts sounded serious.”

(Y/N) sighed and flopped down onto his couch. Alex sat across from her, leaving a decent amount of space between them. His mind was still reeling from the mental images from earlier that he wasn’t sure if he trusted himself to be so close to (Y/N) right now.

But she seemed very troubled, which was very concerning to him. (Y/N) always talked to him when something was wrong, but very rarely did she physically come over to his place to talk about something. He knew whatever it was had to be very serious for her to show up so suddenly like this.

“I ran into Cheryl at the store just now,” she said, looking down at her lap. “And...well...I know she doesn’t like me. I’m not stupid. I know there’s a reason she doesn’t come out anymore when she knows I’m there, and our brief run ins since we first met always include a glare whenever she sees me. Don’t even try to deny it, Alex.”

He wasn’t going to, but his mouth had been open to speak. He wasn’t even sure what he would’ve said, so he closed his mouth again and allowed her to go on.

“I saw her and decided just to try and avoid her. I expected her to do the same. There was really no reason for her to approach me when it was just her, so I thought. But she came right up to me in the middle of an aisle and she...well, the best way to describe it is she went off on a tirade about not liking me and how she wishes you would just stop being friends with me, and even told me that I should be the one to end our friendship so that she didn’t have to stress about me and you anymore.”

Alex’s hands balled into fists on his lap. He couldn’t believe Cheryl would really go up to (Y/N) like that when he wasn’t around. Like (Y/N), he figured that Cheryl would’ve just walked the other way and left her alone since she disliked her so much. But to go up to his best friend in a public and to go as far as telling her to stop being friends with him for the sake of a relationship that wasn’t even a month in was further than he ever expected her to go.

“I thought you weren’t responding because she got to you first,” (Y/N) continued. “I thought she was going to come to you with some made up bullshit saying that I was the one who attacked her or something.”

“I haven’t heard from her,” Alex said. “I guess she’s waiting till whenever I see her next.”

“Listen, I’m sorry that I’m causing this strain on your relationship - ”

Alex reached out to take (Y/N)’s hand to cut her off. The contact sent a spark through him, but he tried his best to ignore it.

“You’re not the one causing any strain to my relationship. Cheryl is. She’s the one who is feeling so insecure about our relationship that she has to go as far as calling you down to the dirt while I’m not around. I’ve tried everything to assure her there’s nothing to worry about between us, but it’s not enough for her. I think...I don’t think I can continue this relationship with her. Especially not after what you told me.”

(Y/N) looked down at their joined hands. In a soft voice she said, “She’s a fucking bitch.”

Alex smiled and chuckled softly. (Y/N) did as well, and eventually, they were both laughing at her comment.

When the laughter died down silence fell over them. Neither one of them knew how to break it, but they didn’t really feel like they had to. Silence always felt comfortable between the two of them. They never felt like they had to speak if they didn’t want to. They could just sit like this for hours and it would be fine.

But their hands were still joined together. (Y/N) was tracing circles in the back of his hand with her thumb, almost absentmindedly. He liked the feeling of her hand against his. He never wanted to let go of her.

“You said you were writing when I came?” she finally asked, looking up at him. “Anything good?”

“Oh, um, I think so? I haven’t really put it together properly. It’s just a couple verses and a chorus that I have to finish.”

“Can I hear it? Or see what you have written, at least?”

His face burned at the question. He knew he was definitely blushing by the way that a confused look creeped on (Y/N)’s face. How did he show her this song, which was clearly about her and included a line about wanting to fuck her, and not absolutely ruin their friendship in this moment?

“I-I guess, if-if you wanted to,” he stuttered. “But, um...it’s...it’s a little embarrassing because...well, you were my muse for it.”

Her face seemed to brighten. “Really? You were writing about me?”

“Yeah. There’s some lyrics...well, you’d know it was about you the song is released so I guess there’s no getting around it, there’s some lyrics that are a bit...more than friendly.”

And there it was. There was no taking it back.

He watched her face, trying to gauge what her reaction to that revelation would be. She was just looking at him for a moment, as if registering his words, before a smirk crept across her face.

“Then show me,” she told him, her voice low and sultry the exact same way it had been in his imagination.

And Alex swore he had never been more excited than in that moment.

#alex turner #alex turner imagine #alex turner x reader #alex turner smut #arctic monkeys #arctic monkeys imagine #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[trashcanfanfics]

Male yautia x fem reader

You an your mate live on earth in a picture perfect neighborhood. White pick-it fences, big backyard and one of those big roundabout at the end of the street.

Yep, life sure is good.

Except when the neighborhood bitch Karen and her group try and one up your husband. Karen and your mate have been in a while on fud for years. But your mate, ever the gentleman, acts like a petty white bitch back.

As for her husband? You an him golf every Sunday, a nice guy, just no back bone, an a grate baker.

Reader gender not mentioned, could be any gender

Getting your yautja to agree to a quiet life in a cozy little neighborhood would've been next to impossible if they weren't an elder looking to settle down. The fact that it was you they'd been able to settle down with helped too.

Everything was peaceful; you had a great house, a pet, your mate. All perfect. They'd even found a love for gardening, and you had fresh vegetables and fruits growing. It kept them busy and in shape, they said.

Of course, things can never be too perfect. Enter Cheryl, your neighbor across the street. She had been polite and nice at first, complimenting the flowers out front and your funny little gnome. Things went downhill after she met your mate, however. There was an unspoken hostility that made the tension in the air almost unbearable.

From then on, she and your mate made attempts to outdo each other. If your mate planted roses, she'd plant at least two bushes of different colors. Once at a block party, your mate made strawberry ice cream from an old recipe book and Cheryl was quick to pull her posse into shaming them for making a dairy product.

"What about the lactose intolerant people, hm? That's why MY dish is gluten and lactose free. For those who have dietary restrictions." Her smug look and the hushed laughter of her group infuriated your mate. They grumbled for a week after that and vowed to make her pay.

Her husband, Henry, on the other hand, was a genuinely good guy. How he ended up with Cheryl of all people is a mystery. You two walked your dogs together and fish on the weekends. Henry even shared his recipe for his famous angel food cake with you. He's the only reason your mate hasn't incinerated Cheryl by now. That and the fact that your mate secretly enjoys the challenge.

Overall, your life with your mate isn't completely peaceful, but you wouldn't have it any other way, and you know your mate feels the same whenever they look at you.

#trashcan answers you #yautja boyfriend #yautja girlfriend #yautja x reader #predator x reader #yautja headcanon

[nvoirs]

Letting of steam

Disclaimers: Sub Leon, Dom reader, cussing, handjob, male receiving. This is Dead by daylight Leon!

Pairing: Leon + Female reader.

Summary: Leon and you get sent to yet another trial, whilst trying to relieve him of stress so you just go with the flow.

He looked so restless right now. Leon had been sent to so many trials today it was taking a toll on him. It physically hurt your heart seeing him so stressed, but of course him being himself tried to mask it behind a bright smile.

He did not deserve this, he did not deserve to be continuously killed over and over for some sick supernatural entity's pleasure. Just a little while before he was fighting massive tyrants that wore trench coats and fedora hats.

"Leon take it easy, ok?" crouching beside him taking his calloused hands in your own squeezing them comfortingly. He returned the gesture looking at you, "I'm fine I promise, just a little tired that's all."

Having only dated Leon since you came to this weird world, could you even call it that? whatever this place was, you always dreamed about how it would be if you guys could truly be free.

You both escaped Mr X by the skin of your teeth as the entity decided to take the two of you along with Claire Redfield. A smart, intellectual college student who along with you and Leon were trying to survive the horrors of Raccoon City.

"Hey I have a way that'll help you let of some steam." Grabbing his hand, pulling him up and along with you leading him to the small shack like hut you and him stayed at when you weren't at the campfire with the other survivors.

Pushing him down in the mattress, you crawled atop of him. You kissed him lovingly, as he sighed into the kiss cupping your face. Hair tickling his face, your little moans sending electric shocks straight to his dick.

He tried to push you down, so he could see you from above him. "No baby, this is about you not me." you pushed him back gently. But as you began to unbutton his tactical pants, mouth watering for his heavy dick to be in your mouth right now, the colours around you began to fade.

"Fuck! seriously right now?" You yelled at the entity, for stopping your sexy time with your boyfriend. Before you could protest more you found yourself in the waiting room in RPD. Really? the entity definitely sent you here on purpose, It's like it wanted you to relive the horror of those rotten looking corpses trying to eat you except there was no zombies but a crazed killer every trial who wanted to place you on a rusty meat hook. Oh gosh Leon. He was probably still hard as fuck for starters, knowing the shitty entity couldn't control his sex drive.

Entering the corridor of the East wing, you made your way to the rooftop. It was still raining here, like it was on the night you met Leon. The entity really liked these special effects you could say. Stepping past the remnants of the helicopter explosion, you made your way down through into the main hall. Glancing at the maiden statue square in the middle, before making your way into the west office.

There he was Leon had just finished the 2nd generator, he was palming himself through his pants. Relief sunk into you making your way towards his standing figure.

"Hey handsome, let me help you with that." Whispering in his ear, your hot breath fanning against him making blood rush towards his cock.

Startled at your sudden prescence, Leon allowed you to push him to the ground back against the wall.

"But baby we gotta help our t-"

Hushing him one finger placed onto his rosy lips, "Claire will handle it c'mon."

You thought about it quickly, Cheryl could definitely finish the remainder of generators by herself. Claire was more than capable of distracting the killer for another 5 or 10 minutes. That left you to relieve your baby's stress, you knew his cock ached for you.

Pulling his suffocating briefs down his calves, letting them pool at his ankles along with his tactical pants. He was so pretty. Nice and girthy, his pink tip twitching with beads of precum rolling down. Spitting into the well of your hand for some sort of lubrication, you wrapped a small hand around him.

This caused him to let out a deep groan, making you giggle.

"Gosh Leon, I haven't even started yet and you're already moaning for me?"

Rubbing his slit faster made him buck his hips up higher into your hand trying to gain some sort of the slightest friction.

"Shit.. stop teasin me baby." Sweat was beginning to form on his brow, his bangs sticking to his forehead and temple. You felt at peace like this, these intimate moments with Leon proved you weren't alone in this.

His whines became almost pornographic, stuffing his shirt between his teeth he grabbed your arm tightly.

"Where are your manners mister?" sighing you put your head into the junction of his left shoulder. He was so warm, his sweet, muffled sounds made it better.

Drool was beginning to dribble down his chin, as he looked at you with those mesmerising, cerulean coloured eyes of his.

"Please let me cum.. please promise I'll be good." His thrusts died down, waiting for your answer.

"Please what?"

"Please Ma'am, wanna ah cum."

With glee you sped up, "That's right baby I'm right here."

His breathing got heavier, gosh he was so sensitive it made you feel pride knowing you were the one getting him so worked up like this. Nipping and kissing at his supple, pale neck the salty tang left on your tongue as you left your little love bites peppered all over his skin possessively. Wanting to make sure all those other survivors knew that he was yours, only yours and you were his.

When he came his load was huge, you knew Leon cummed a lot which increased his attractiveness even more but even you were taken aback. He must have not touched himself in a while, glad you could help.

"Holy shit Leon." It just kept coming, you'd milked him dry at this point. All over his thighs and your fingers, you brought a hand to your lips. You tasted him of your fingers, moaning erotically at the taste.

"Christ, your so good with your hands baby." Pushing his sandy strands of hair back, giving you a perfect view of his fucked out face.

"Wanted to make you feel good sweetheart, now let's clean you up and go help the others."

#leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #resident evil smut #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #re4 leon smut #re6 leon smut #re2 leon smut #re2 leon #re4 leon #re4make #re6 leon #dbd #leon dbd #dbd leon s kennedy #smut #leon s kennedy smut

[fandomnerd9602]

could you do a Male reader x Cheryl blossom?

Cheryl has dreams where she is very happy with the reader, being a beautiful place when she wakes up, she realizes that she is in love with her best friend the reader, she decides to talk to him and admits, blushing, what she feels, the reader admits that she is also very In love with her but he was afraid that she would reject him, they kiss and start dating.

Cheryl runs up to Y/N at their locker…

Y/N: hey

Cheryl: hey…I love you

Y/N: w-what?

Cheryl: it took this weird dream I had but now I know how much I love you. I just hope that-

Y/N pulls her into a kiss…

Y/N: I love you too

Cheryl blushes as brightly as her hair…

#riverdale #cheryl blossom #cheryl blossom x reader #madelaine petsch #Madelaine Petsch x reader #cw #cw riverdale

[anotherbluesunday]

✨Teaser: In Technicolor✨

So some of you may know this, but my next fic that was set to release was originally called “Ballad of a Teenage Dream” and was a Wednesday x Skam crossover that showcased all the highs and lows of high school and the growing pains that come with the transition from teenager to young adult.

Well that story has been reworked, overhauled, and given new life.

I present to you my high school dramady, In Technicolor.

Set in Los Angeles, California, the story follows two groups of friends as their worlds collide. A modern spin on the social dynamics of Romeo and Juliet where two factions are warring but cannot remember why or why their bitter rivalry is so important to their identity, In Technicolor highlights the feuding of the wealthy and the everyday citizens to show the consequences that come from stripping culture and history from the city streets in the name of gentrification. It explores the complex relationships of families on either side of the fence to reveal that wealth does not always bring happiness. And finally, at the center of it all, the complicated friendships and relationships of the members of these two groups as they meld into one.

For our East LA champions, we follow the Addams siblings and their mismatched group of skateboarders, graffiti artists, musicians, and street racers.

For our Palisades elite, we focus on the Blossoms and Galpin’s—two families from extreme wealth that are not entirely honest about what they show the world.

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Important Story Information: If the visuals were not enough to give it away, this story will be a crossover with a different fandom. Entering the mix is the ensemble from Riverdale. I do want to caution readers now, there will be crossover pairings, character retcon on both sides, ageing up, ageing down, and changes to character personalities.

One such example is that Wednesday isn’t allergic to color and isn’t entirely unapproachable. She smiles and laughs but only when around those she trusts like her family and friends. Pugsley has been aged up and is Wednesday’s twin brother. My face claim for this version of Pugsley is Xolo Mariduẽna and I have made Pugsley (who also will be going by “Lee”) more confident and hotheaded with some snark and sass. Second to that, my face claim for Pubert “Bertie” Addams is Malachi Barton and Pubert/Bertie will be one year younger than his siblings—the twins Wednesday and Pugsley age 17 and in their senior year and Bertie age 16 entering his junior year.

On the Riverdale side of the crossover, I have made certain changes that I don’t want to reveal just yet for Archie’s character. That surprise will come soon enough because next I will be posting moodboards for specific couples that will be at the center of this story. But one change I will discuss now to get it out there to avoid hate comments and harassment is the issue of is Cheryl bi or is she a lesbian. In my story, she’s bi and will be paired with a male lead. I understand that the actress for her character went back and forth on Cheryl’s orientation but, to me, Cheryl reads like a chaotic bisexual that goes back and forth on her identity because being bi is confusing enough. And as someone who is bi, I would like to see more representation and fiction for people like myself because fandoms are so quick to erase bisexuality and pansexuality and criticize us when we speak up about it. So in this story, Cheryl is bi and she has broken up with her most recent girlfriend before meeting her next partner who is a man. And it’s fine.

If this upsets you, just swipe off of this post. Don’t leave mean comments or take digs at me because I’m not for any of this fandom infighting nonsense. It’s fiction and these characters can be whatever you want them to be in your stories.

However, if you don’t mind Cheryl liking both men and women, you don’t have an opinion either way, or your curious to see how this’ll pan out, stay tuned. I’d love to share this story with you. All are welcome so long as things stay civil and breezy.

So with that, I look forward to updating with the couple’s board and then the first chapter titlecard along with the chapter itself. Until then, stay lovely and stay groovy.💜

#wednesday netflix #riverdale #tyler galpin #wednesday addams #pugsley addams #pubert addams #wyler #weyler #kent and divina #bianca barclay #bughead #cheryl blossom #jason blossom #betty cooper #jughead jones #polly cooper #archie andrews #reggie mantle #veronica lodge #josie mccoy #enid sinclair #ajax petropolus #enid x ajax #betty x jughead #sweet pea riverdale #joaquin desantos #kevin keller #moose mason #xavier thorpe #josie x sweet pea

[dilemmaontwolegs]

i really loved your bucky fic, sex-ed, and saw this tiktok which i thought would be a cute idea for a teacher!reader and maybe a teacher!bucky or coach!bucky where bucky has a huge crush on reader so he’s always fixing things in her classroom <3 thanks in advance if you can, and no stress if you can’t! love your work not matter what !

That is so cute! I love it!!!

Mr Fix-It

P.E teacher!Bucky x f!teacher!reader Warnings: none WC: 1871

The textbooks were going to seriously hurt you one day. If it wasn’t from the fact you couldn’t see where you were walking, it would be from the strain on your back at carrying them from the resource room to your classroom. You had almost made it to your room when you realised the door was shut, the wedge you had driven beneath it when you left somehow halfway along the corridor - a student no doubt.

“Here, let me get those,” Mr Barnes offered as he jogged the length of the hall. 

You tried to avert your eyes respectfully but it was impossible not to stare as his luscious dark hair bounced with each step and golden skin peeked out from the top few buttons of his shirt left open. He was the reason the numbers for his elective - physical education - had skyrocketed. The once male dominated class now overflowed with teenage girls and you could not blame them.

You sighed as the heavy weight was lifted from your arms and he easily balanced them in one heavily muscled arm as he opened the door with the other. “Thank you, Mr Barnes.”

“Mr Barnes was my father,” he said with a grin, “call me Bucky, please.”

His smile was charming and disarming, no wonder everyone fawned over his attention, it was a gravitational pull to be around. 

“Thank you, Bucky.” You smiled back. “For saving my back I will let you know where the secret stash of decent coffee is hidden in the staffroom.” 

“You mean, you don’t enjoy the mud that Cheryl makes?” 

It took you a moment to think who Cheryl was until you remembered the sharp tongued but pretty English teacher who deigned anyone to call her by her first name, and you wondered how he earned that privilege. Shaking your head, both in answer and to clear the intrusive, possessive thought that snuck into your head, you pointed to your tidy desk for him to set the books down. 

He almost seemed perplexed when you pointed to the desk, as if he had forgotten he was carrying a significant weight in his arm. “Right, oh, books.”

“What else would you do on the desk?” you asked, blood boiling with disbelief at the words, a cringe growing on your face.

He scratched the back of his head as he seemed to ponder answering but thankfully the bell rang and he jutted his thumb over his shoulder. “I better go, uh, have a good day.”

“You too, Bucky,” you said with a wave before dropping into your chair. You were grateful the second bell was five minutes away, hopefully it was enough time to recover from the flames burning your neck.

Your classes ran relatively smoothly but you were still grateful for the final bell ringing and the students clearing out. In the silence that descended you could think clearly and you walked around the room taking an inventory on what was missing or broken or what had inadvertently been added to your room.

You wrote down all the fix-it jobs in a neat list so you could slowly make your way through them by the end of term and placed the sticky post-it note on your desk. Closing the windows and locking the small stationary room, you made sure everything was secure before gathering your bag and sweeping the papers that needed grading into a pile. Satisfied you had all you needed, you kicked the wedge out from under the door and left through the deserted halls.

The next morning a paper bag full of fresh cookies were clenched between your teeth and two steaming mugs of coffee filled your hands. You had spent what remained of your evening, after marking the papers, baking more than you could eat. Like honey to a bee, the scent of cookies drew Bucky from his office inside the gymnasium and he grinned at your entrance.

“Is this from the secret stash?” he whispered conspiratorially as he took his mug that he always drank from in the staffroom. 

“Shhh, you know there’s eyes and ears everywhere.” You opened the bag of cookies and held it out for him. “That is sensitive information and you can’t be too careful ‘round here.”

The corners of his eyes crinkled with amusement and he dramatically mimed locking his lips shut and throwing away the key. 

“You’ve got something stuck to you there,” he said as he reached for the side of your shirt and you hoped it wasn’t anything embarrassing as he plucked it off. “Door handle, 3 x desk legs, hole filler? Dare I ask.”

You snatched the post-it back and tucked it into your handbag it had slipped out of and rolled your eyes playfully. “Nothing nefarious, just a growing list of things I need to fix in my room.”

“You know there is a caretaker for all that.” He took a sip of his drink and groaned at the taste. “I see why you keep it a secret.”

“If I am going to be put through the ringer by a class full of teenagers every day then I need the right caffeine supplement. As for Mr Harkins, I feel bad asking him for anything - he’s already under the pump as it is.” You frowned at the thought of the caretaker who should have probably retired 10 years ago, but he was a sweet old man who tried his best. “Anyway, I should get going. Here, take the cookies, you look like you don’t need to worry about the calories.”

His laughter echoed in the empty gym and he lifted his shirt, showing the washboard abs that the material had hidden. “I worked hard for these.”

Your mouth was suddenly dry and you nearly spilled your drink as you lifted it to your parched lips. “I don’t doubt that. Enjoy the cookies, Mr-, I mean Bucky.”

He seemed to enjoy seeing you flustered, if his actions were anything to go by, so he passed by close enough that your arms brushed as he opened the door for you. You dipped your head so he wouldn’t see you biting your lip and waited until you were around the corner and out of sight before you leant against the gym's cold brick wall. 

“Are you alright, miss?” One of your students asked as they spotted you.

Straightening yourself, you plastered a smile and nodded. “Have you studied for your test? You have until the fourth period to revise.”

The student groaned and hoisted their bag higher up their back. “Yes, miss.”

They darted off quick enough that you knew they hadn’t studied and were about to throw themselves into it before the bell rang. Shaking your head and clearing the lingering thoughts of Bucky and his flirtatious nature, you made your way to your room for the day.

You missed him in the staffroom that day, even though you rarely spoke in the busy space since everyone wanted a piece of his attention, you still missed seeing his smile and interactions. You lingered in the room right up until the bell rang hoping for a glimpse but he didn’t show so you made your way back to your classroom. 

Confusion crumpled your forehead as your fingers closed around the door handle, one that opened easily and without the clunky rattle that announced your arrival. Your confusion grew as you found half a dozen post-it notes stuck to the walls and you crossed the room to see the neat linked handwriting on them. 

‘The plaster is wet, don’t touch.’

The stark white of the plaster that filled the holes that had appeared over the years through accidents and unruly teens stood out against the blue paint that covered the wall. You plucked the first note off and moved to the next.

‘It’s tempting, but don’t touch it.’ You giggled and pulled that one off the wall too.

‘If you touch it, I will have to come back after your class and fix it.’ You were gathering a small stack of the notes now.

‘On second thoughts, touch it.’ 

You hurried to grab the rest of them as the first student entered the room and you felt like you had been caught doing something you shouldn’t as you hid them behind your back. You shoved them deep into your desk drawers and sat down while you waited for the rest of the students to take their seats. 

You couldn’t wait for the class to end as you felt the notes burning a hole in your desk and when the last student, who had lingered well after the bell had rang, left you reached down for the drawer. You nearly bumped your head when you shot up at the sound of a knock on the door to find Bucky filling the doorway, three metal poles in his hand. 

“Just came to check on the plaster,” he said with a wink. “And get your answer.”

His smile dimmed at your confusion and you placed the notes onto your desk, flicking through them until you found the ones you hadn’t yet read. ‘I like spending quality time with you.’

‘How about dinner?’

You looked up from the final note to see him waiting patiently, and somewhat nervously for such a confident man. “You want to go to dinner with me?”

He leaned back to see your name on the door beside the room number and grinned. “Yeah, definitely you.”

He strode deeper into the room, pushing down on each desk until he found the ones with wobbly legs and flipped them upside down, his biceps stretching the sleeves of his t-shirt. You were still in a state of shock when he finished screwing the legs in and bundled the broken ones up under his arm.

“There’s no pressure, I didn’t do any of this to get you to go on a date with me,” he said as he made his way to the door.

“I want to,” you said before he crossed the threshold. “I would love to actually.”

He turned with a smile that illuminated his blue eyes. “Are you free tonight?”

You would be free every night for him but you didn’t say that out loud when you nodded. “Pick me up at 6?”

He licked his lips and you lost all ability to think, only just managing to give him your address when he asked for it. You couldn’t believe what was happening and gone was your evening plan of grading papers and planning lessons. You were actually going to have a life outside of work. 

He chuckled as you quickly gathered your bag, shoving the notes he had written you safely inside and swiped your heavy set of keys from the desk. The caretaker's shed was on the way to the staff parking lot so he kept you company along the way, pausing only as he reached the rusted shed to deposit the broken parts he carried.

“I’ll see you tonight.” 

“See you tonight, doll.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the endearment and you gripped your bag tighter so it could anchor you to the ground while your head felt ready to float between the clouds.

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[zaceouiswriting]

The crush of three

Characters: (Top/sup) Reggie Mantle/Chuck Clayton/Archie Andrews x (Bottom/dom) male reader

Universe: Riverdale

Warnings: Filthy smut. Kinks: Degrading, name-calling, (Master/Slave), Obsessive behavior in a cute not a scary way

Author note: Okay that will be a long one. That is a request by @innerpiratefun a long story, mostly focused on the sexual escapades of these three friends, with their long-time obsessive crush. But I will not take too much away and rather let you read that one. It will most likely be one of the few ones, with an actual word count. Because, yes it is that long.

Words: 9464

For hours, the burning evening sun was shining on me, sweat was falling down my face and arms and it even soaked my training jersey and tight runner pants. All eight of us guys wore them, while the girls had their normal short skirts. 

We had trained for hours at that point, even longer than the football team, who had the same training start as us. But different from them, we are the reigning national cheerleading champions. While the football team hadn’t won a competition in good ten years. It was humiliating for the guys, because of their still enormous egos. Still, even though, the team had finished up about an hour earlier than us, they watched our performance. Some of them haven’t closed their mouths in some time. Especially, after Cheryl and I took the shine away from everyone else. Even the girls were trained to hold the guys upwards for some of our tricks.

As we came to our signifier trick, three guys at the bottom, two girls on their knees, ducking down and me standing on their shoulders. Just for two other guys, help the girls up, still with me on their shoulders, to get them on the guy's shoulders and later on their hands. 

Just after I did the same with the girls. Me standing on top of the small pyramid. While two other guys are on the sides, holding a girl up on their own, and Cheryl standing on the hands of the last two guys. While all around this small assembly the rest of the girls did their own tricks. Cheryl was the first, getting catapulted into the air and saved by the two guys that had held her. A moment later, the same with the two girls at the side.

Just for all four guys getting in front of the taller pyramid. First, the base guys got ready and as I felt the girls under me getting ready as well, I prepared myself, for flying.

The more often we do this practice, the longer the airtime goes. The last one was five seconds, but we had to get at least eight to get the championship title again.

As they got me into the air, I could hear a collective gasp from the bleachers, where the football guys were looking at us. Just out of the corner of my eyes, I could see Archie, Reggie, and Chuck, sitting together, as always their eyes only laid on me. As if we were in some cheesy romantic movie.

After an elegant triple twist and somersault, I landed safely in the arms of the four guys waiting on me. Just to get out of their arms and do another somersault out of stand at the same time, as the other two girls, jumped into the arms of the four guys, that just had caught me.

A loud standing ovation paired with whistles could be heard by any of us, as we finally finished up our training. Even though we do this nearly every day, I still felt all of my muscles crying out for me.

Not long after I got finally to my things, waiting for me in front of the bleachers, and got my well-deserved water out of it. Chugging the entire thing, could not satisfy my thirst at that moment. But I did not have to wait long before another bottle was held out to me. 

Shyly Archie hold it out to me before I even could ask someone for more. As I took it from him, my hand lingering on his for a moment too long, and a wink in his direction, he almost fainted right in front of me.

Just to make a show out of it, I again chugged the second bottle, but this time, most of it, rolled down my face and body. Soaking my clothes even further.

With a wet face from sweat and now water, I looked back at Archie again. „You know, if you could speak to me, without blushing and stuttering all the time, I think I would’ve gone into your pants long ago,“ I whispered seductively into his ear, which intensified his red blush, even more, letting his freckles come out better than ever before.

It was cute how bad he wanted to talk to me and to be near me but could never really open his mouth, the moment I was near to him.

His two friends were the total opposite. „Hey, how about, you rather get into my pants?“, Reggie suggested to you with a wink on his own. 

A slight chuckle came over your lips, checking him out from head to toe, „Oh yeah Reggie? Just for you to run around and tell everyone about it? That finally someone had enough pity to take your virginity for real?“

The poor boy was so much taken aback, that I could see his ego crumble right in front of my eyes. It turned me on to no end, how bad it got to him.

„Maybe you should take a ride on the Chuck train then.“ The last one of the group tried it too. Of course, he did. Like it was with every walking being. He is just like, his two friends are obsessed with me now for a while. I had nothing against it, quite the opposite actually.

Shaking my head, I walked directly in front of Chuck. My right hand was on his shoulder. „Poor Chuck, jerking off every evening, is not losing your virginity. It is sad because apparently nobody wants you. But if you get your two friends to agree, I will take this burden off all of you. Sadly, I know you guys, so I am aware, that this will never happen. Too bad.“

A smug smile formed itself on my face, after seeing him too crumble at my words. After every practice, when the guys were there waiting on me, we have similar conversations. Sometimes teasing, other times more personal like this one. And it seemed especially the more personal ones, get them to come back again. Even though, I am dressing them down with my words every time. But this was how their little obsession began to grow, at least I assumed it was that.

One time I even rubbed my behind against them, dancing slowly on their laps, as they sat on the bleachers.

But nothing I tried to get them to actually follow through with any of my offerings. I suggested to all of them privately to meet me in the locker room after training to get dirty. And a couple of times even as a group. They never showed up. Of course, I never harbored bad feelings about it. Still was rather annoying to have them teasing me, me teasing them and for none of them to do anything. 

Which was why, I left them with the offering lingering in the air, instead of letting them talk to me any further. Snatching my things and throwing Archie the bottle back, he had given me. The rest of my own team, at this point, was already out of the showers and said their goodbyes as I came in.

Getting in the locker room itself, I pulled my jersey over my head and just threw it on one of the benches. Shortly followed by my shoes and socks. Just to peel me out of the skin-tight pants, that even with just one glance in one of the mirrors, showed me how good my ass looked in them.

It took me a moment too long, to finally free myself from my own glorious looks in the mirror. But as soon as I realized and I felt a bit too self-centered and quickly looked away. „I cannot become a male Cheryl,“ I remembered myself loudly.

Grabbing the multiple shower items I would need, I just walked into the place which was still slightly warm from my team members that just had left.

I took an extra long shower just because I could, but I also deserved it after we made out of five seconds in the air proud seven seconds. Just a little more training and we are ready for the next championships in three months. Not that far anymore, but I had a good feeling, that everything would be great. I was in desperate need to stretch after the shower before any risk of injury could build up.

It was a dangerous game, but I just wanted to enjoy the shower. Not thinking about training or anything else, even though stretching too long after sport, is mostly useless.

A warm, cloud of water steam followed me as I left the showers, half an hour later. To my utter surprise, I wasn’t alone anymore, in the locker room. Not far away from my things, were three guys seated. All of them were nervous, with almost childlike excitement in their shining eyes.

Other than they might have thought, I ignored them fully. Walking bare naked past all three of them, the only towel near me, over my arm, completely soaked already. I fished another one out of my back, just to finally dry myself off completely. Only for me to get away from them a bit, still naked to stretch myself. Bending forwards, and backward, stood straight and laid down until my entire body felt more relaxed than before.

The entire time, as close as possible to the three guys could see all of my goods to look at. Not one of them had dared to come even closer to me. I wasn’t sure if it was out of respect or fear. But I liked how their lustful glances covered me in praise.

Walking over to my backpack, I put everything away, turning around to my locker, I searched for something for a second, not showing them anything in their close vicinity, so the boys wouldn’t come to any strange conclusion. Until I had it in my hands. A wide victorious smirk crossed my lips. Knowing that they would not be able to refuse this offer finally.

The second you had turned around for the last time, a bottle was located in your hand, an amber-colored thick fluid inside of it. „Do you guys want to stare or does one of you want to cover me in massage oil?“

You could see all three guys, once strong stallions in their own rights, quivering at your proposal. Their own self worth low in their eyes, after all that happened to them, they knew one wrong move and all of their lives could be over.

Seeing them struggle, let you feel so much lust that you almost moaned. Just in time, were you able to hold it back, saving it for later use.

Before that moment, you would've never thought, that a dream like this would come true. There was a reason, why you never had a boyfriend before, but only simple hook-ups.

Taking the initiative, you directly walked over to Archie, swaying your hips as much as you could. A finger on his lips, signalizing him that he was not allowed to say a single word. „Stand up,“ you ordered him. Without any hesitation, whatsoever he jumped up, eagerly looking into your eyes, before averting them as your glance became angrier.

Letting your hands wander his muscular toned body, up and down, dipping your fingers under his shirt. You stopped before it could get too far. Just to quickly grab his shoulders and let your hands slide down his arms, to remove the insulting jacket, which has committed the most hideous crime of all - Hiding his beautiful body.

Just as his jacket finally was thrown into the room, with his hands in yours, together you also removed his white shirt. Which left your nose close to his. „What a handsome devil you are Archibald.“

You could see the wish for a kiss in his begging eyes. Under other circumstances, you would’ve granted this most enticing wish, but you had other plans with him. Nevertheless, you slowly moved into him, until he had closed his eyes. Instead of a kiss, you fell to your knees. It took Archie a moment to realize that your face was gone. But as he looked for you and he felt hands on his fly, he almost got a heart attack to see you looking up from kneeling in front of him, watching him carefully with big, innocent eyes. Even though your eyes told him this one innocent tale, your hands and body told him otherwise. He did not dare touch you, fearing it all was just a dream, but also because you had something on you, he did not.

All the while, your own hands, wandered up and down his legs after they had opened the gate to lustful adventures. The smell of his manly, still bit sweaty musk whiffed right into your nose. You could only burry your face into his groin, smelling, and slightly nibbling on his already hard and impressive member. But more than that did not happen.

On the side, you already worked on getting his shoes and socks off and later on finally letting his pants fall down. Revealing his slightly hairy legs. The smooth skin and the small hairs felt good going over them. The best thing was his reaction to it, he shuddered under every single one of your touches.

Just before you left him, you kissed his muscular chest, carefully bit into his nipples, and kissed down his abs, to finally one last time bath in the smell of his groin.

With Archie, fully aroused at that moment, you put your hands on his knees and slowly wandered his body up again until your faces again were directly in front of each other. Knowing the game already, he knew, that you wouldn’t kiss him, and he was right, but he still did not expect to shove him back onto the bench. As he realized that, your back was already turned to him, looking at the next guy, Reggie already standing there, in front of the lockers, from where he most certainly had watched your juicy ass, undress the smallest of the group.

The nervousness was gone, switched out with anticipation, for his turn. Which came quicker than he thought. Pushing him against the cold, harsh metal, your head against his chest, hearing his fast beating heart, made you smile uncontrollably. To finally realize how much these guys want you, got you even more turned on.

A similar play was done with him, which you had previously done to the red-haired handsome devil, only that he had tried to touch you once. What Archie did not dare at all. You were just about to get onto your knees, to give his groin and legs, the same treatment as Archies, as he pushed you quicker down with his hand on your head.

At first, you did nothing, just let him guide you. But as you were touching the floor with your knees, you grabbed his hand, and took it off of your head, slapping it away. Only to raise up faster than he could react himself, one of your hands grabbing his throat, while your other was holding his groin, in a hard uncomfortable way.

„What did you think you were doing there, hmm? Believing you were in charge? Pathetic, as if a useless tool like you, a sad excuse of a boy, soon to be man, could be in charge of anyone,“ you spat in his face, disgusted with his try of dominance.

Even though you were a good bit shorter than him, close to Archie, if not even a bit taller than him, but still smaller than Chuck, he quivered not only under your stare but also under the brutality, in which you took his pathetic try of reversing the roles.

„If you dare to touch me again, without my explicit permission, I will punish you, do you understand that? You are nothing else but a toy, you just as the other two are not worth anything more, understood?“

He nodded his head, hurt, aroused, regretful, but most prominent fearful of you. Your hands around his throat actually left a visible mark. But you had slammed his head into the metal as well, one of the handles, drilled itself into his skin and caused him much pain. The indifference of the pain he was showing you, was enough for him to know, that you would do what you had threatened him with and as it looked, it wouldn’t be some soft caressing him or only harsh words.

Because of his oblivious disobedience of your silent agreement, you told him to strip the rest of himself, except his underwear, just like Archie.

And he did it, under your observant eyes. He wanted to do it sensual, to maybe appease you, but the only thing that his slow movements seemed to make you, was even angrier.

Finally, after he was finished getting his clothes off, you showed him a finger and made a circle with it, to show him, that he should do the same, as your finger does. Without questions, he did it and showed off his immaculate body. Carefully build, with only the finest cuisines and training money could buy. Muscles were so defined that every single one of them seemed to be able to cut stones.

Your face previously knitted in anger, was more relaxed again, eyes wandering up the perfect body in front of you. But instead of touching him, where he wanted to be touched, you mildly caressed his right cheek, finger just under his eye, and slapped him a couple of times, softly. „I see we finally understand each other. Good.“ He wanted more of your attention, he starved for it and waited so long, that he was addicted after just this tiny amount. The urge to just grab you and do with you, whatever he wanted was strong, but he actually was not sure, if he would win a fight with you.

He a football player, a star in his field and age, and you ‘just’ a male cheerleader, but you looked so strong and how you carried yourself, he feared you deep down. Not just because he did not know, what you could do, but more what it would make out of him. He was already lost to you, what else could he lose?

All the while Reggie was battling with himself, you got your eyes already on the last of the three guys. The coziest of them. With a bright smirk, showing off his perfectly white teeth, Chuck, standing against a pillar, his right hand already massaging his ginormous package through his pants.

Even though it looked impressive, you let that not get to you. He was the cockiest, everybody knew this, especially with the fiasco with his dumb book.

As you strived over, he put his legs a bit further out, so you would have easy access to his body and could already see his big bulge. But you just stood between his legs, coldly staring him right into his eyes. He could feel your warmth, your wish to be with him, but you did not act on it. For the first time since you knew him, his cocky smirk vanished.

Only this small glimmer of confusion mixed, with questions about his own self-worth, that he thought was priceless.

„You are incredibly handsome, with an obvious big package,“ you told him, directly into his face. Which brought his smug attitude back, as you renewed his self-confidence. „But you aren’t more than that. Yes, I will let you fuck me, but you are not worth anything more. After me there will be hundreds of others, using your body for their gain. But nobody will ever want anything more to do with you. The earlier you learn that the easier your life will get.“

Seeing him break under your harsh words, was the most arousing thing you had done till that point. „Now go to the others, if you are a good boy, I think about getting you into the action too.“

Without even touching him, giving him any reassurance, you turned around, leaving him there utterly defeated, hungry for anything you would give him, like a starving feral dog.

„Archie, stand up again.“ Like the well-behaved boy he was, he did what you had told him instantly, nervously playing with his underwear, while waiting for the next command. „Pick up the bottle.“ You pointed to the bottle, you had taken out of your locker and let it fall down, as you undressed him.

With the bottle in his hands, you opened it for him, just to feel up his strong fingers. „Back or front?“, you asked him with a soft smile.

Immediately you could see that he was uncomfortable with deciding. Already getting the hang of things. „You massage the oil into the front of my body. I don’t think, I could look at the other two useless tools.“

Another bright red blush showed off his cute freckles. With the oil in his hands and the bottle, secured on the bench, where he had sat not even a minute before, he put it onto your body, where it dripped down your toned, muscles.

His fingers got to work and massaged your sore chest muscles, followed by your abs and later on your arms.

„Chuck do my back.“ Only a moment later, you could hear the bottle cap opening and feel the oil running down your naked back, but also oiled up your front again. Making you even more slippery.

The two guys had some problems, getting into a real rhythm without you getting pushed all the time, to the other. But as they got there, you enjoyed it immensely. „Reggie, legs.“ 

This time, you did not hear anything. Thinking that he did not hear you, you told him again. But still, nothing happened, which finally let you open your eyes again, to look for him. He still leaned against the lockers. Refusing to do what you had told him.

„If you want any fun, Reggie, you will do, what I say, understand? Now get the oil, go on your fucking knees and rub my legs with it. Make me as slippery as possible!“ Still able to see his reluctance, you finally figured out why. „God Reggie, they are dicks. You are about to fuck a guy. Everything about this is gay, get over it.“ Rolling your eyes, you get back to the sensual feeling, the other two guys, gave you. Even letting out a moan once in a while.

Finally, at some point, Reggie did what you told him. Even if it was still reluctant. But as he realized, that ‘Legs‘ also included your ass, he became more willing. Even though he had to touch your dick, and even came into near vicinity with Chuck’s and Archie’s, he enjoyed getting his fingers in between your butt cheeks.

You had to remind Reggie multiple times, to not play too much with your ass and instead apply the oil onto your legs, that no patch of skin should be untouched by any of them.

To feel three pairs of muscular strong male hands on your body, was a dream, that you never thought you would archive one day. Now you wanted it to happen all the time. Already addicted to the feeling, to be the boss of these three hunks.

„Okay that is enough!“ You stopped the intimate moment out of a sudden. All three guys already pressed their bodies against yours. Chuck’s massive package still hidden behind his tight underwear pressed right between your cheeks, while Archies package rubbed against your balls, while your cock was sandwiched between your and his abs. The little devil that Archie was, he even rubbed it with them, which brought you close to shoot your load. Which finally brought you back out of the moment, stopping it.

You did not get far away from them, but instead gripped the bench and bend over it. Showing off your tight asshole. „Archie spread my cheeks.“ A second later, you could feel his slippery hands opening you up. A cold breeze hit your asshole.

„Fuck did you prep yourself?“, Reggie asked out of breath at the sight of the best ass he had ever seen.

„Of course, I hoped to finally get fucked by you three. Are you in or are you three keep standing there like idiots?“

„Are you clean?“ Even though Archie sounded as if he knew what he was asking he obviously did not. Maybe he was curious and watched some gay porn, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the real deal.

With a hearty chuckle, you looked back at him. „Of course I am, but if you want to make sure, in my backpack is my cleaner.“

As you could hear Archie rummage through your things. Hands already were on you, still putting more oil onto you, as if you weren’t slippery enough. But Chuck and Reggie both seemed content with worshipping. your perfect body.

Quietly in the background, you were able to hear water flowing and splashing into a container. But after a moment, nothing anymore. You fell to the hands that massaged your body, getting the oil nicely deep into your skin.

That was until you felt something hard at your back entrance. At first, you thought someone wanted to fuck you, without your permission. Ready, to rip that one a second asshole, you looked back. Just to see a frightened Archie, excitedly, holding your filled enema at your hold.

„You said it would be okay!“ He panicking tried to defend himself. But you already came down from your anger. „Of course, I just was disappointed as I thought someone wanted to do something they shouldn’t do.“ Your eyes wander from guy to guy. Glaring warningly at them, in hopes they finally understood what you meant on a fundamentally level.

Archie seemed to have shrunken under your glare even more than he had before. Making himself smaller and even getting the enema away from your hole. „No, Archie do it. I know how much you want it!“

Even with the encouragement did it take Chuck who spoke also encouraging things to Archie, as well as his own curiosity, until he again set it at your hole, and this time, pushed it slowly inside. Holding eye contact with you the entire way in. Until the thinner part was completely in. „And now slowly push the sphere together… Yes, exactly like that,“ you moaned the second part, as the water began to flow inside of you.

He carefully got it out again. Seeing a couple of droplets coming out, he slightly panicked. „Hold it in!“, he screamed frantically, already getting it back not the bucket he had gotten, full of water.

Filling the enema back up again. This time he slammed it into you, filling you up further. „Hold it in!“, he again told you, which you did not like at all.

„Archie?“ Your voice was angry, almost murderous at that point. As he heard it, he stopped dead in his tracks. Already knowing that he had fucked up, he filled the enema up again and pushed it inside of you a third time, again more gently.

As he pushed even more water into you, the glare he was receiving intensified. Wondering what was going on, he looked up with his stupid puppy dog eyes, which always looked as if he was on the verge of crying. „What?“, he finally asked as all three other guys, looked at him strangely.

„Did you just boss me around?“ Your question stunned Archie for a moment. He already was ready, to tell you that he would never do something like this. But he went through the interaction another time. As it dawned on him, his face changed to one full of terror. „I didn’t mean to! I swear! Please don’t punish me! I was just so excited to finally try something out!“ Actually panicking, his hands up in a defensive pose, the enema still in you.

Even though you had to punish him, you still wanted to know what got him so excited. „What did you want to do?“

A blush even worse than any other he had before, glowed all over his face. Embarrassed he went around Reggie, who stood on the edge of the bench, to get to your ear. As if he has already done something like this, he kneeled beside your head and whispered in your ear, „I wanted you to keep hit in, so you can push it out onto my face. I saw it once in a porno and wanted to do it since then with you, because… well because it was a gay porno and you-you are the only guy I want to do something like this.“

„Okay, sit down on the bench,“ I ordered him, while also getting Reggie’s and Chuck’s help to stand up, without slipping, because of all the water and oil on the floor. With Archie secure on the bench, they helped me curious to turn around.

Archie leaning against the wood, slightly slid down, to be on eye level with your asshole, awaited his wet dream, literally. With the okay from you, he slowly began to take the enema out, but stopped, before it could completely come out. „Why did you stop?“, you asked him impatiently.

„I don’t know if I really want this,“ he said quietly, embarrassed that he was about to chicken out.

„God, what are you? A pussy? At least not a man, so much I can tell you. Make up your goddamn mind. Or should I do it for you, like the useless piece of wasted air you are? Should I do everything for you, are you really that useless?“ Even though he should feel angry, or hurt, the only thing Archie could feel, was his painfully erect cock in his tight underwear. „Okay, enough I will decide for you, useless piece of trash,“ the last part mumbled by you. But still, you took the enema out yourself, throwing it to the side. Archie, who had anticipated it getting out immediately, had closed his eyes in anticipation. You still looked behind you, directly at him, and waited. 

It took a while, until he opened his eyes, wondering what was going on. In the same moment as that, you had let go of the water inside of you, spraying it out as it would out of a fountain, thanks to the pressure, you were able to build up.

Out of shock, his mouth hang open, but before even one droplet could coat his smooth white skin, his eyes were already closed again. Squinted shut, so nothing could get into them. But even though he had time to do that, all of the water, that sprayed directly onto his face, either flowed down the sides of his face or directly into his mouth. He spits it out, but your taste was still on his lips.

„Wow, the water is completely clean,“ Reggie commented impressed at your skills of cleaning yourself.

„If I wasn’t sure about that, I wouldn’t even think about this,“ you cheekily replied. Aware of your multiple times cleaning yourself, as to not ruin your toys.

All the while Archie took in all the water, wiping it away from his eyes, to get a good look, at his completely soaked body. His underwear was now nothing but see-through thanks to it. Skin glistening because of the mixture of oil, sweat, and your ass water.

His eyes quickly changed focus, as he saw your juicy ass, where still water dropped out of as if the massive amount it had sprayed on him wasn’t enough yet. Infatuated with the sight and the taste he still had on his tongue, he dove right into it. Piercing your muscle with his strong, long tongue, licking your insides clean, and further prepare you.

„God Archie, stop!“, you panted angrily. But h was too far in his lust. To be humiliated by you, turned him so on, that he couldn't think straight anymore.

Even though his tongue was doing a number on your own brain, you could rip yourself free from the muscular guys holding you upright. Straighten out your back and pushed Archie away from you.

Angered you turned around to face him directly again. Slapping him across his beautiful freckled face. Completely soaked in your ass water. „You really think, you have anything to say here, hmm? Believing you can do what you want?“ His face is in the hard grip of your right hand, holding him firm, forcing him to look into your eyes.

With his jaw firm in your hand, you raised him up, and with your other hand ripping at his underwear you wrestle him down easily. He was way too stunned to do anything.

Landing face first on the ground, you stood above him your legs on both sides of his body. Now gripping his arm, twisting him around, so he was laying on his back. „You are not doing anything if I don’t give you permission to do it! Apparently other than I thought, I need to give you a lesson in obedience pathetic excuse of a man, merely a boy, cowering under someone, you know is superior to you.“

You had no idea, what he had anticipated but surely not your next move. He looked like he already prepared himself for anything that could come to him. Except for you ripping his underwear into shreds, so hard that it still hanged onto him, but his dick was finally free.

Seating yourself right above it, pressing it between your cheeks and his abs.

„How does it feel? Does it feel good, knowing that you are a worthless little boy, only good to be a toy for others?“, you taunted Archie. Who even in this submissive state, seemed to still have some fight left in him.

His hands shot up from nowhere, trying to wrestle you from him. „I show you how good it feels, when I dick you down, putting you back in your place!“, he out of a sudden told you through gritted teeth.

With a smirk, that normally only should be worn by devils, you used your left hand, which was not still around his throat to slam his head onto the floor. With a deep groan, his arms went limp beside him. Not even enough strength to hold his hurt head.

„Do you have finally lost the fight in you?“, you tauntingly asked, as you moved your cheeks up and down his long cock, up until his head striped right against your open hole. Widened by the tongue of the guy under you.

As a moment of silence followed, you already feared that you had hurt him for real, instead of showing him with pain, where his real place was. That was until an almost inaudible sound came out of his slightly opened mouth.

Not able to hear, you spoke up, „What was that? I couldn't hear you!“, you told him.

With the jumping of his Adam's apple, you knew something would come out of his mouth. And you will never forget his spoken words. „Yes, master.“ This one word, filled you with so much warmth and accomplishment, that you almost wanted to kiss him. Just out of the moment. But he hadn’t deserved it yet.

„I like that, say it again.“

„Yes, master! Please do something!“, he begged as a bonus. Which let you feel even warmer than before. The heat became unbearable for you. A lustful heat, filling your insides with want. One of which you believe, Archie alone will never be able to satisfy.

„Beg harder and I consider, letting you slip… Into my wet tight whole.“ The second part was whispered in his ear. After you had taken his cock from under you, letting it slap against your ass, as you laid directly on him. Mixing your slippery oily body, with his, making it even worse for the both of you.

You teased him further, now with his cock standing up, feeling your entire ass, slipping between your cheeks. „Reggie put oil on Archies dick and massage it in.“

Strangely he did it without complaint, which you knew from the lewd moaning underneath you, right beside your ear. „Is he ready?“, you asked the tallest of the three.

„Yes, sir!“

„You learned too as I see, maybe you get a bit of my ass too if you keep up with it.“ Now teasing the next guy, knowing that if anything, he would be the last to get any action at all.

Carefully, you put your hand around Reggie’s at least as good as you were able to, considering his hand was massive. Looking into each other's eyes will slowly jerk off Archie’s big dick. It took the taller male a while, until he finally let go of the cock, so you could move it freely on your own.

As nothing was between your hand and Archie’s hot flesh anymore, his moans began to become even louder. Which you tried to muffle, by squeezing his throat, but it had only a worsening effect on his moaning. „God Archie, how responsive are you?“, you questioned the boy underneath you with a chuckle. An embarrassed red blush flashed over his face. 

But you never got an answer. His head became empty, as his cock head easily, slipped past your asshole muscle, holding it right there in the entrance of your lust canal. „Do you like that? Being in me, like that? Hmm, Archie cat got your tongue?“ The taunting had no effect on Archie. He did not even have enough brain cells left to know what was happening. Only, that he had never felt something good like this.

„Oh come on Archie, don’t be like this, talk to me. Tell me how good I’m feeling and that you would do anything to feel it over and over and over again.“ After every ‘Over‘ you came a bit closer to Archie’s face, just to let him squirm a bit more than before. Slowly getting his cock head out of my hole, just to get him further into me.

„Please!“, he began to beg again, finally. Just for your amusement and encouraging your position, what made you want to break Archie completely, letting him become your faithful toy.

„Beg louder!“, you ordered him, a moment later. „Please use me, master!“ That was enough for you, to slam yourself on his big cock, slamming its tip right against and past your prostate. Letting you fall onto his chest, moaning and groaning yourself from the hard way it happened.

But Archie on the other hand finally came back a bit again. Holding you on his chest, pulling his dick a bit out of you, just too gently push it back in. „I will make you feel so good, master. Making you cum so hard!“

It took you by surprise, but t was a pleasant one. To not be, the one fucking yourself on his dick, was a blessing in disguise. Because he was actually really good at that.

„It doesn’t matter how useless you are as- as a man- FUCK- at least you can fuck good!“ Archie became merciless as you spoke further down at him. But already knowing his place, he actually got even harder thanks to it. Already beginning to fuck you as you deserved to be fucked.

Good, hard, fast, and praising your very way. He praised your beautiful body, your strong will, and even your eyes, which were nothing he had seen before. All the while, trying to hold on, to not come too quickly. But the way you were choking him again, after getting embarrassed from all the nice things he was telling you, he came very close to it.

„I’m… I’m cumming!“, he panted broken, his voice hoarse from all the moaning. 

Just as you heard it, you know what you had to do. With all the strength you had left, you pushed yourself completely onto him, sitting him back flat on the floor. As he had opened his arms again in confusion, with a matching look on his face, you slapped him again. „Did I allow you to come? Would you just do it? I thought you finally got where you are standing! A lonely toy does not get the right to decide what to do with itself!“

That said, you stood up, without giving Archie a second glance. Angry and disappointed in him.

Just seconds later, pointing a finger directly at Chuck. His dick already lurking out of his tight white underwear. His cock head was already bigger than Archie’s and he wasn’t small either. He had leaned against the lockers, hands at his sides, even though they were critically close to his dick, he hasn’t touched it, maybe the tip, but you were too horny to care at that moment.

„Come over here,“ you ordered Chuck. His muscular chest rose and fell in anticipation, of getting a bit of your tight ass, he just as the other two guys had dreamed about for a while now. „Reggie lean against the lockers.“

The second guy was quick at doing what you had told him. He must’ve realized that if he is a good boy, you will treat him well, otherwise, he would be beaten just like Archie.

Leaning against the lockers, he could only dream about what you would do to him? Suck his cock, while Chuck would fuck you? Without a doubt, that was his favorite thought. Because he had never thought really about it, he came to realize, that guys’ bodies do things to him, that girls just couldn’t. Even though he would love to fuck you too, he was quite happy, to just watch.

With your hands beside his upper body, on the cold metal of the locker, you looked right up into his dark, clouded eyes. The lust apparent in them was stronger than you had ever seen in anyone, before. „Hold my shoulders.“

Strong hands, engulfed your own muscular shoulders, and build up through throwing people into the air, as well as holding them up. „Chuck, you can touch me now.“ And how he did it. A smack was loudly heard in the room, a painfully, but lustful moan escaped your mouth, too deep into it, to be embarrassed by it.

„Good to know that you like pain because I will destroy your hole. No guy will ever be enough for you after I completely demolished you,“ Chuck whispered into your ear. A smirk was palpable on your skin. You wanted so badly to tell him off, but his big cock head, teasing your already opened hole, by piercing in a millimeter just to get out again.

„Stick it already in you fucking assh- HOLE FUCKING SHIT!“, you screamed as he unceremoniously pushed into you completely, letting you fall limp. Reggie whom you had to hold your shoulders, was the only thing keeping you from falling onto the floor.

A single moan from the guy in front of you told you everything you had to know about Reggie. But being pushed against him, his stone-hard sixpack, you were able to see his cock spasm, shortly before he would come.

With all the energy you had left, you grabbed his balls, squeezing him. Hisses of pain, got him back, just before he could shoot his load in his underwear.

Even with this pain, did he not let go of you, even the opposite he even pulled you into him. Until your head was on his chest. Not even him pulling you to him could get Chuck completely out of you. How he was able to bury this monster in you in the first place, was a mystery you did not want to uncover, but it felt even better, as he slowly entered you again, coming closer to you and Reggie.

So close, that his lips touched your ear again. Almost close enough, so his nose could touch Reggie’s if he were a bit taller. With you in between, it was a sandwich, that only a god would have the right to call his own. 

Chuck’s thrusts were hard but slow. He seems to know how much you could handle and only give you exactly that much, Not wanting to hurt you for real. Only give a bit of pleasurable pain. As he now knew you liked it a lot.

„How about, we put you down and use your slippery body like a bottle to decide who can fuck you next, hmm? You want to be fucked thoroughly before we cum, in or on you, right? Getting all of us as your toys?“

Even though you felt strange as if he wanted to turn it around and make the three guys to your owner, you had to agree, it sounded pretty hot and there was a chance, that Reggie still wouldn’t get you.

„Okay,“ you whispered almost silently, not trusting your own vocal chords at this point. As Chuck, carefully got his massive dick out of you again, you could only moan and fall further into Reggie, for some stability. His strong arms, hold you up, against him. Even though you weren’t the nicest to him. Just showed you how much he wanted all of this.

But soon, he and Chuck, helped you lay on the floor, where they all had oiled you up. The floor was still slippery, just only a bit more than your body itself. Laying there on the floor, with these three hunks, standing above you, was a sight, you never wanted to unsee.

Two big dicks and one big package right above you, with only Chuck smirking down at you. While Archie looked almost fearful to you, Reggie on the other hand was curious about what would happen next. To his luck, his impatience hadn’t waited too long. „Let us get your legs in, hold them right against your chest.“ Chuck instructed you and even helped to get your legs in the right direction. The moment, you had to hold your legs on your own, he grabbed your knees and began to spin you. All three boys were needed to hold you into place. If not, you surely would've landed against a wall. But they kept you safe and sound inside of their little circle. They even smiled and chuckled a bit. Seeing their now big bad boss, who did not care to hurt them, to keep them in line, rolled into a ball, spun by them, must be the highlight of their lives.

Multiple times, did they have to give you some new momentum to not stop spinning, whenever you slowly began to come to a halt. That was, until Chuck and Archie, saw Reggie slowly getting angry. Biting his lips, hands rolled into fists, ready to pounce anyone, to finally get some pressure off of his dick.

Trying to get you finally to stop, was the most difficult thing for these three nob heads. They slipped and sliced over the floor, every time they wanted to hold you still. At some point, they started to laugh wholeheartedly, not comprehending, that they were just too incompetent for it. As they hold their bellies from all their stupid laughter. You sat there in the oily puddle that was under you, finally having much of the oil gone from your upper body. Mostly only on your back.

Unluckily for you, this stop you had taken by yourself as you realized, that these three guys can’t do anything except fucking you well, was right in front of Reggie.

It took all three of them a while to see it because they couldn't stop laughing. The picture of you unable to stop and them slipping at every step.

But as soon as Reggie was able to see you too, his dark eyes darkened even further. Lust was taken over. So that he was shortly after above you. His hot breath, tickled your face, his eyes so certain and yet so fearful. 

Like he was made for you, you molded almost into him, as he laid himself over you, dwarfing you completely under him. „Show me your dick,“ you weakly ordered him. Like a good soldier, he did what you had told him. He build himself up again, on his knees, between your legs, he pulled his underwear slightly down, finally revealing his tool.

Your eyes almost popped out of your head, at seeing this massive cock. Longer than Archie and more ticker than Chuck, which made him not only incredibly tall but hung as a horse.

„I-I could understand, if-if you don’t want to, you know you wouldn’t be the first,“ he admitted after shamefully stuttering his words.

But you on the other hand, only put a hand on his cheek, getting him to look you back into your bright eyes. „I don’t care if you completely wreck me Regge. But if you don’t fuck me soon, I will punish you. I will get over to Archie and Chuck and let them double team me, until they fill me with their loads, okay? I need that dick now!“

His eyes glimmered at your shameless confession. Chuck was the most handsome, Archie was the better fuck of the two and Reggie hopefully was the best of both of them, just like his magnificent cock.

As Reggie came back down to you, nose to nose, almost kissing you accidentally, his hands were exactly beside your hands, the oils spilling just getting to them. His cock already teasing your openly waiting hole.

„Push in, I’m ready Reggie.“ Slowly his massive tip pushed past your muscle. There wasn’t a problem Chuck’s dick already made all the work. But it got worse, as he slowly pushed deeper in. Face crunched together in pain. Agonizing at some moments, everything vanished as his tip scraped by your sweet spot. A scream of euphoria broke out of you.

Reggie stopped in his tracks as he heard that, fearing that he had hurt you. The moment you came down from your height, you slapped the guy, before grabbing his butt, slamming him completely into you.

„FUUUCK!“

Reggie only let out a loud groan, as he finally for the first time in his life, was balls deep in someone. His dick was already short to explode at that point.

„Please Regge, by everything holy, move!“

He only could get five thrusts, before he began to violently spasm, trying everything in his power to not come. „Okay, that’s okay, we train this Reggie, but get out, I want all three of you to come all over me!“

You could see his disappointment, which did not get better with the promise to train on this. His head filled with self-hatred.

Both Archie and Chuck were quick to get to you, the three had formed a circle with you sitting in the middle, awaiting their loads. Chuck was the first, he sprayed your entire face full. As Archie came, he first got your back, but you could spin fast enough so the rest would get on your chest. Only Reggie wasn’t ready yet.

„Is there a problem Reginald?“, you asked him softly, which made him even more miserable. He felt like a failure. But before he could say too much, another hand was already around his massive cock. „Fuck I can’t even get my hand around it, the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. Come, Reggie, spray me full with your jizz!“

Seeing you so eager to get his load onto you, looking up at him, with your big eyes, filled with lust only for him, he violently came, spitting his come all over your face and even reached Archie and Chuck.

„When did you come the last time?“, you asked completely flabbergasted at the extent of his load.

„Yesterday,“ he answered lowly, „But I always come a lot.“

You could only shake your head. That this guy had self-doubts was hilarious to you. A stallion like him, big, tall extremely well endowed, only a bit of an idiot, but you liked your guys with a bit less brain.

„Do you need help to come?“, Archie asked out of a sudden.

„Not really. But I want you guys to spin me again, I want to get all of you equally with my cum.

They did exactly that, you already were close to coming for about an hour by now. It took maybe ten seconds before you came violently too. Not even close as much as Reggie, but enough to paint all the guys pretty good.

His moans even echoed over their laughing about the entire scenario with you spinning on the floor, but at the same time, being the man of the three guys.

Reggie was the one to stop you this time. He even had the right foothold to do it without a problem. He already had filled up the enema again. He wanted something similar to Archie, but just for all three of them. He found himself closer to his two friends, thanks to you, but also loving the new dynamic. The three as your toys, maybe even more. At that point, he would hate, to not share you with his two friends. Maybe someday even dating all four of you together, instead of all dating just you. But only the future can tell. Until then, he had to do this last thing.

„Can we spin you again, after I filled you up with water so you can spray us full?“, Reggie asked a bit ashamed of his request. But he was such a good boy, you just had to say yes.

And so he filled you up with three more enema water shots. To hold it in this time, with the gap especially Chuck and Reggie had made was problematic but somehow you managed it. As you began to spin, you couldn't hold it anymore. Just after the first one, already spilling everything out.

Just after you were completely empty again, you stopped yourself exhausted. Standing up, you walked over to your things, scrubbing the oil mix off of your back and legs, only to put your backpack on your back and your sports back in your hand.

„I want to see all three of you tomorrow in our new study group. All of you need help and I can’t be seen with idiots, as you are now.“

Just as you began to walk out, you could feel the three pairs of eyes on you. Right in front of the door, you thought: „Fuck it“ to yourself, before turning around, grabbing Reggie at his shirt he quickly put on his body again and kissed him. His lips were soft and warm and were perfect for your smaller ones. But more than a soft innocent kiss did not happen. „Thank you, for stealing my first kiss.“ A feeling of accomplishment washed over Reggie, as you told him that. But you weren’t finished. Your hand grabbed his cock, which grew hard again. „Don’t wear underwear tomorrow.“

Only for you to let him alone again, reversing your attention to Archie. He already waited for this moment. As you kissed him, he pulled you in, hands on your ass, squeezing it slightly. „You will wear a jockstrap tomorrow!“, you ordered him whispering in his ear.

As you turned to Chuck, he already had a smug smile on his face. Grabbing you, instead of waiting until you would get to him, kissing you and you kissed back. Separating you got near his ear, closer than the other two, „You should learn your place, you fucking useless, easy fuck toy. If you not, I will punish you harder, than either of the other two guys. To wear a cock cage for the rest of your life is most likely not the most satisfying way to live.“

Your threat worked wonders, his smug smirk, vanished into thin air. „I want you to wear a leather jacket and another pair of white tight underwear.“ After you slapped his cheek slightly, to show of the power you really had over him, you turned around, naked and barefoot. Walking out of the locker room, leaving the three friends alone. Ask themselves if what happened really just happened. But their slightly emptier balls told them everything.

[Masterlist]

#Reggie Mantle #Reggie Mantle x male reader #reggie mantle imagine #Archie Andrews #Archie Andrews x male reader #Archie Andrews imagine #Chuck Clayton #Chuck Clayton imagine #Chuck Clayton x male reader #Riverdale x male reader #Riverdale #riverdale x male #male reader #x male reader #male reader imagine #x male reader imagine

[bitchinfawkseh]

Masterlist

A list of all my works and works in progress. Warnings are listed on the actual fics appropriately, and AO3 links to them are provided as well.

Spirited Pursuit AO3

Dean Winchester works:

Y/N's father recently committed suicide, leaving her the sole guardian of her little sister. Only: she is convinced that he was murdered. The local police don't take her seriously, but Sam and Dean Winchester, who are just taking a little pit-stop in town, believe her. The boys later discover that this is the work of a very angry spirit, and Y/N is the next target.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F!Reader/Y/N

Smut warning!

Pages of Affection AO3

You and Dean go to the library to investigate a case. While searching through some old papers and clippings, you discover a series of old love letters. Dean thinks they're stupid - you think they are romantic. In an attempt to make you feel special, he writes you a love letter.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F! Reader

Dean Winchester x Male!Reader NSFW headcanons

Dean Winchester x Female!Reader NSFW headcanons

Heaven Knows Your Name, I've Been Praying

When a mysterious string of suicides bring the Winchester brother's to Waterville Maine, they meet a fellow hunter: Cheryl Jones, who helps them with the case of La Llorona. (This will follow the course of the show. This is the beginning of the story's summary.)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F!OC

Eventual Smut!

Sam Winchester works:

Sam Winchester x Female!Reader NSFW headcanons

Murphy MacManus works:

Murphy MacManus x Female!Crafty reader headcanons

Requests Info

#murphy macmanus #murphy macmanus fanfiction #the boondock saints #boondock saints #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #writer masterlist #requests #greys anatomy

[multi-fandom-fanfiction]

Requests I have (if you don't see yours please let me know)

Jamie and Cersei Lannister X Daughter!Reader (Platonic)

(Cersei wants to marry off there daughter but she is Jamie”s pride and joy and wont let that happen)

FP Jones X Reader (Smut) (FP Jones x reader!Andrew!rough)

Joffery Baratheon X Sister!Reader (Platonic!!!) he’s sadistic like joffery? that’s the reason they’re really close and trust each other more than anything

Joffery Baratheon X Sister!Reader (Smut) (joffrey imagine where him and his sister (2 years older) have always had sexual tension but they never saw it that way and one night while she’s changing joffrey bursts through the door angry about something but stops when he sees her. both of them at this point are horny for each other and he comes up to her kissing her while he grabs her breast and shes kind of in shock still but melts into it and yeah they have sex on the bed and take turns topping each other)

Ramsay Bolton X Sister!Reader (Smut) (Ramsay (got) has a younger sister and they often have intercourse, but this one night Ramsay brings Reek, his father and mother into readers room and ties them up. He tells them to watch. So Ramsay and her have really rough sex and tells them to look at her and makes her look at them to make sure they knows how good Ramsay makes her feel. When they’re done they kill them)

Betty Cooper X Fem!Reader (damn! i would have never imagined myself being with betty but when i was reading your post, u couldn’t stop myself from smiling! soft girlfriends haha. i love it! 💖💖💖 could you do something like this but as best friends with cheryl/toni or even both if it’s not too hard for you? i wanna see where it would go!)

Daenerys Targaryen X mercenary!male reader (The reader is a mercenary whom Cersei hires to kidnap Daenerys shortly after she arrives at Dragonstone. But instead of bringing Dany to Cersei, the mercenary decides to keep her for himself and tame her into becoming his willing lover)

Cersei Lannister X Fem!Reader (The reader faints in Cersei"s arm)

Petyr Baelish X Baratheon Fem!Reader (Semi Requested!) (Now that all of her brothers are gone Robert"s legitimate daughter has risen to be seated on the throne. Her council is demanding a husband what will the new queen do!)

Robb Stark X Baratheon Fem!Reader (Hey I love your work! Could I request some angsty robb stark x reader? Maybe reader is Cersei and robert’s true child and was married off to robb. Cersei is very distressed about your wellbeing when the war breaks out and when she learns of the plans of the red wedding, she begs her father to spare you. He does but at a price for your continued show of hatred of the Baratheons and lannisters. Letting you have to watch as robb dies and returning you home without realizing you’re pregnant.)

A wolverine request but I can’t find the info (so if you requested a wolverine request please resend it)

1.Twisted Desires

Dean, Sam, and Y/N Winchester were trapped together from the moment John found yellow eyes had killed the mother of his child was killed by yellow eyes in 1988 exactly five years after his wife and mother of his eldest two children were murdered by the same demon. The three lived by there father’s code doesn’t go somewhere twice and you don’t stay long. They never got to make friends so they were all each other had so maybe it was a flower in the attic complex. The three siblings loved each other far more than anyone else ever but maybe Sam and Dean’s love wasn’t a way older brothers were supposed to love their little sisters and Y/N’s love wasn’t a way a little sister should love her brothers. But they controlled themselves the best they could. Sam went away to college and Y/N and Dean continued until Sammy got home. The three of them wouldn’t admit it but they needed each other but one night after all three Winchesters were frustrated over a particularly hard case and tightened sexual tension. Sam threatens to leave and Dean tells him to go. What happens when Y/N breaks down and begs him to stay? Will she confess how she feels or will there twisted desires remain hidden?

1.Going against the gods

Ivar the Boneless always felt like everyone tortured him everyone but his perfect goddess like Y/H/C (Your Hair Color) hair and Y/E/C (Your eye color) little sister. She was made for him she loved all her brother’s but Ivar knew he was her favorite. Whatever he wanted she gave him whatever he wanted her to do she did. When he killed Sigurd she didn’t call him a monster and never talk to him again. She began to cry and beg the gods to let him into Valhalla but not before Ragnar’s only living daughter took his hands softly and told him he needs to work on his temper but she still loved him. When Ubbe and Hvitserk boarded the boat she refused yelling, “He needs us I will not leave our brother and I will not choose between the three of you.” Though his sister began to distance herself after he married Freydis and realized he was a god. She began to pull away from Ivar and with ever pull there was a slide closer to there older brother Hvitserk. Ivar didn’t like it and as king he had to stop it even if that meant going against the gods.

1.Love At First Sight

Okayyy so It Would be the little sister of Scott (cyclops) and Alex(Havok) wich would fall un Love With logan the first Time she sees him☺️(3

1.I never stopped loving you

Billy Hargrove and Y/N Harrington were young and in love many years ago in high school. They broke up because Billy didn’t know his worth. Billy stayed in Hawkins went to a trading school and opened a garage. He even started steadily with a new girl after Y/N never came home at Christmas and then summer. She went to a big college a few states away her way of escaping her family even though Billy always said she was running from him and his messy life. A few weeks after moving to college she finds out the biggest shock of her life. She was carrying Billy Hargrove’s baby. Only one person knew, her twin brother Steve Harrington. Now four years later Billy is engaged and Y/N is finally coming home. What will happen with the two back in town together? 

2.Love Again

After Diana left him he though for sure he would never love again. Then the summer after the Hargrove's moved to town here comes Neil’s eldest daughter. 22-year-old Y/N moves to Hawkins Indiana after college. She pulled up one day to pick Max up from  El’s. The moment Jim swung the door open his breath left his chest. What happens when he hires her as Eleven’s tutor and Jim finds himself falling in love with the young woman. Will Y/N fill the same way? Is this Jim Hopper’s chance to love again or will he get his heart broken again?

MY girl

Nikki and her new girlfriend make it official

1.Two Broken Souls

Y/N is heavier than her friends and suffers from it. They are constantly putting her down. Her parents are constantly fighting at home. Jughead Jones is the loner boy from the wrong side of the tracks. Both are broken and hurting. Will They find Solace in each other or will they both suffer in silence.

2. Death … and new chances

Y/N Andrews's best friend dies and she is opened to a new possibility for her son

1. Together: 

Alex Standall Smut (4)

2. Our kids …..

Y/N Jensen is ready to co-parent with her one night stand 

3. octavia blake x sister reader smut

4. Rebekah mikaelson x sister reader smut

[max-with-mons]

💗𝕄𝕒𝕩'𝕤 𝕦𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤 💙

Hello, hi, how are you? I am Max, and yes I did disappear for quite a while due to being very behind in college work, but am now adjusting my blog to be stress relief when not studying- instead of additional stress :')

This will be exactly the same as my last rules post, just with a few big changes. If you decide you like my works, I recommend checking here often as things might change slightly sometimes :)

And yes. I am very aware this is a lot of characters. I like them. And I want to write things I like, without worrying about it being popular :3

!RULES BELOW!

𝔹𝕃𝕆𝔾 ℝ𝕌𝕃𝔼𝕊

If your blog is completely blank, I will block you as assuming you're part of the bot army

I would prefer asks over messages, unless it's a question of personal comfort when requesting (but anonymous asks will always be an option)

I will no longer be open to writing dark or mature content (with one exception) - so no angst or smut (I tried and felt awful about writing it for pokemon)

Despite the above I would still prefer no interaction from ageless blogs, but am aware that a lot of ageless blogs probably won't listen

If anyone ever wants to say hi, ask random stuff, or discuss favourite mons/games/characters, just send an ask to start talking :D

Side note: I have figured out how to reply to comments despite this not being my main

ℝ𝔼ℚ𝕌𝔼𝕊𝕋 ℝ𝕌𝕃𝔼𝕊

Please be polite when requesting :)

I apologise in advance if requests take me a while, I am a full time college student currently playing catch up with study and exam deadlines

For characters, anyone under 16 will be aged to 16, but I will only go as far as kissing romance-wise for them

As mentioned in blog rules, dark content and smut will never be a part of this blog for any characters- with the exception of comfort fluff

Comfort fluff is okay for the topic of mental health issues, but must have a happy or relatively happy end

Please specify if you want platonic or romantic

Also please specify the reader's gender!

In regards to gender, I am more comfortable writing fem x fem or male x male, but gn is fine for either (I am not straight myself, and personal experience makes me very uncomfortable with male x fem relationships in my own writings)

With request specifics, please put as much detail as you can- if it's a simple 'Lillie x fem reader fluff' I will either only do headcanons or make up my own scenario and as such can't guarantee you'll like it

For headcanons you can request up to 5 different characters per scenario (but I can split extra characters into pt.2 etc)

ℂℍ𝔸ℝ𝔸ℂ𝕋𝔼ℝ�� 𝔽𝕆ℝ ℝ𝔼ℚ𝕊

Hau (sun/moon/ultra)

Gladion (sun/moon/ultra)

Lillie (sun/moon/ultra)

Plumeria (sun/moon/ultra)

Guzma (sun/moon/ultra)

Hop (sword/shield)

Marnie (sword/shield)

Allister (sword/shield)

Leon (sword/shield)

Piers (sword/shield)

Raihan (sword/shield)

Nemona (scarlet/violet)

Arven (scarlet/violet)

Penny (scarlet/violet)

Iono (scarlet/violet)

*ℂℍ𝔸ℝ𝔸ℂ𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕊 ℕ𝕆𝕋 𝕐𝔼𝕋 𝔽𝕆ℝ ℝ𝔼ℚ𝕊

Trace (let's go pikachu/eevee)

Chase (let's go male MC)

Elaine (let's go female MC)

Silver (heartgold/soulsilver)

Ethan (heart/soul male MC)

Lyra (heart/soul female MC)

Falkner (heartgold/soulsilver)

Whitney (heartgold/soulsilver)

Jasmine (heartgold/soulsilver)

Clair (heartgold/soulsilver)

Brock (heartgold/soulsilver)

Misty (heartgold/soulsilver)

Sabrina (heartgold/soulsilver)

Blue (heartgold/soulsilver)

Brendan (omega/alpha male MC)

May (omega/alpha female MC)

Wally (omega ruby/alpha sapphire)

Roxanne (omega ruby/alpha sapphire)

Brawly (omega ruby/alpha sapphire)

Flannery (omega ruby/alpha sapphire)

Barry (pearl/diamond/platinum)

Lucas (pearl/diamond/plat male MC)

Dawn (pearl/diamond/plat female MC)

Cheryl (pearl/diamond/platinum)

Marley (platinum)

Roark (pearl/diamond/platinum)

Gardenia (pearl/diamond/platinum)

Maylene (pearl/diamond/platinum)

Aaron (pearl/diamond/platinum)

Cynthia (pearl/diamond/platinum)

Hilbert (black/white/V1 male MC)

Hilda (black/white/V1 female MC)

Cheren (black/white/V1 OR V2)

Bianca (black/white/V1 OR V2)

Hugh (black/white/V2)

N (black/white/V1 OR V2)

Nate (black/white/V2 male MC)

Rosa (black/white/V2 female MC)

Cilan (black/white/V1)

Chili (black/white/V1)

Cress (black/white/V1)

Lenora (black/white/V1) PLATONIC ONLY

Elesa (black/white/V1)

Drayden (black/white/V1) PLATONIC ONLY

Iris (black/white/V1)

Grimsley (black/white/V1)

Roxie (black/white/V2)

Marlon (black/white/V2)

Colress (black/white/V2)

Calem (X/Y male MC)

Serena (X/Y male MC)

Shauna (X/Y)

Viola (X/Y)

Korrina (X/Y)

Valerie (X/Y)

Diantha (X/Y)

Elio (sun/moon male MC)

Selene (sun/moon male MC)

Mallow (sun/moon/ultra)

Lana (sun/moon/ultra)

Acerola (sun/moon/ultra)

Mina (sun/moon/ultra)

Hapu (sun/moon/ultra)

Nanu (sun/moon/ultra) PLATONIC ONLY

Olivia (sun/moon/ultra) PLATONIC ONLY

Hala (sun/moon/ultra) PLATONIC ONLY

Prof Kukui & Burnet (sun/moon/ultra) PLATONIC ONLY

Victor (sword/shield male MC)

Gloria (sword/shield female MC)

Bede (sword/shield)

Klara (sword/shield)

Avery (sword/shield)

Nessa (sword/shield)

Milo (sword/shield)

Rei (arceus male MC)

Akari (arceus female MC)

Adaman (arceus)

Irida (arceus)

Volo (arceus)

Florian (scarlet/violet male MC)

Juliana (scarlet/violet female MC)

Kieran (scarlet/violet)

Mela (scarlet/violet)

Rika (scarlet/violet)

Lacey (scarlet/violet)

Carmine (scarlet/violet) PLATONIC ONLY

Dendra (scarlet/violet) PLATONIC ONLY

Jacq (scarlet/violet) PLATONIC ONLY

Nurse Miriam (scarlet/violet) PLATONIC ONLY

*when it says not yet for reqs, it means I'm still working on personal headcanons for them, but will accept reqs once I'm good on their personality :)

#pokemon #pokemon fanfic #pokemon fanfiction #pokemon x reader #intro post #reqs open #request rules #blog intro #blog rules

[skylarsblue]

✦Who I Write For✦

Rules

(This will be added too over time)

SLASHERS

⭑Bo Sinclair ⭑Vincent Sinclair ⭑Lester Sinclair ⭑Michael Myers (OG, 2007, & Gramps) ⭑Thomas Hewitt ⭑Bubba Sawyer ⭑Jason Voorhees ⭑Ghostface (Billy & Stu) ⭑Tiffany Valentine ⭑Brahms Heelshire ⭑Billy Lenz ⭑Carrie White ⭑Baby Driftwood ⭑Otis Driftwood ⭑Pyramid Head ⭑Herbert West (if a male/masc reader) -Bonus- ⭑Carly & Nick; House of Wax ⭑Sydney; Scream

Dead By Daylight

♢Evan MacMillan - The Trapper ♢Anna - The Huntress ♢Max Thompson Jr. - The Hillbilly ♢Sally Smithson - The Nurse ♢Herman Carter - The Doctor ♢Ji Woon Hak - The Trickster ♢Danny Johnson - The Ghostface ♢Philip Ojomo - The Wraith ♢Amanda Young - The Pig ♢Rin Yamaoka - The Spirit (only SFW) ♢Kazan Yamaoka - The Oni ♢Frank Morrison - The Legion ♢Susie Lavoie - The Legion (only SFW) ♢Julie Kostenko - The Legion ♢Joey - The Legion ♢Adiris - The Plague ♢Caleb Quinn - The Deathslinger ♢Carmina Mora - The Artist ♢Sadako Yamamura - The Onryo (only SFW) ♢Tarhos Kovacs - The Knight ♢Adriana Imai - The Skullmerchant ♢Nemesis - The Nemesis -Bonus- ♢Jill Valentine ♢Leon Kennedy ♢Cheryl Mason ♢Carlos Oliveria ♢Claudette Morel ♢Bill Overbeck ♢Vittorio Toscano

Our Life; Beginnings & Always

❧Cove Holden ❧Derek Suarez ❧Baxter Ward ❧Elizabeth Last (x readers for non-sibling characters) ❧Kyra Preece ❧Tamarack Baumann ❧Qui "Autumn" Lin

Beetlejuice

⚂Lawrence Beetlegeuse Shoggoth ⚂Lydia Deetz (only SFW) ⚂Adam Maitland ⚂Barbara Maitland ⚂Ms.Argentina

Call of Duty; Modern Warfare

✚Simon "Ghost" Riley ✚Johnny "Soap" MacTavish ✚John Price ✚Kyle "Gaz" Garrick ✚Alejandro Vargas ✚Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra ✚Valeria Garza ✚Alex Keller ✚Farah Karim ✚Nikolai ✚Konig ✚Horangi

Random

❦Eddie Brock & Venom (2015) ❦Frankenstein's Monster - Mary SHelly ❦Classic Monsters; Dracula, Werewolves, etc. ❦Krampus(yes you read me) ❦Y/N from Stuck on A Childhood Crush/Friend & Killer (aka Cordelia)

Yes that's write. You can have your Y/N x Reader fics now.

[ghostwoe]

in your arms tonight

ash williams x reader

notes — this was previously posted upon my blog before i restarted it, so here’s a repost as it has been asked for!

masterlist

THE CABIN — stood tall in the woods surrounded by the mixture of dead trees and lively ones, as the sun fell down from the sky into a near maroon shade as night was slowly creeping upon the area. it looked as hell consuming as it did the very last time that ash williams had come to greet his old terror filled friend.

there was wind everywhere else inside of the woods except for the surrounding area near the wooden architecture and it made a chill run up the brunet’s back as his deep brown irises peered at the rickety old front door with a heavy familiar feeling upon his chest. said feeling made his heart slow and his body ache while his brain was reeling in the knowledge of what must come next.

no, he did not want to do this and if he had it his way, it would be him instead. not the one who he finally could find his true happiness in and someone he could truly give his full self to, only for the main reasons why he never revealed himself to others, prior to this someone, to come back full force and take away his favorite person.

the front steps creaked and groaned underneath his boots as he walked upon them as he pushed the rickety door open with the top of the shotgun in his hand. the air felt thick with loss as brown irises peered around the cabin and noticed dried blood of his previous loved ones that was dried upon the wood. out of the corner of his eye just as the sun fell down further into dusk and almost dark, he found a fresh line of blood leading towards the ancient kitchen and he felt his heart stop for a moment.

it appeared like the individual where the blood came from had been dragged and ash could feel his heartbeat getting faster and faster as he slowly crept towards the kitchen. flashes echoed through his mind as he took each step and his brown irises watched the blood trail getting thicker and denser. ash silently gulped as the sky continued to fall into darkness before he heard a familiar voice call out to him.

“ash. . .” a weak voice called out from the area of which he was going and he paused his steps for a singular moment. Hesitation filled his mind before he shook it away and sighed deeply to himself as he knew how to play the game that was about to be laid out. a seemingly never ending chess game that always interloped with the next round, one merry-go-round that never allowed you to get off and left ash williams permanently haunted. It would never let him give peace a true chance, always at the ready to tear him apart.

“sweetheart.” ash managed in a steady tone with a hint of sweetness etched in as his irises fell upon the beaten and bloodied body of his beloved. “hi baby. . .” the voice weakly called out a proper greeting towards him as blood trailed from their mouth as their eyes were filled with such sorrow and it made ash nearly crumble onto his knees from seeing the sight of them barely holding on, solely based upon the harrowing sound coming from their chest as it hardly moved.

“i’m so sorry, i never wanted this to happen. i never wanted it to be you. i always thought this is it, you know? my final one who could bring me all the peace and happiness that cheryl once told me that i deserved. but now these fuck-uglies took you away from me and i could never apologize enough to you.” the words came out like water running down the cliff and he couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in his brown irises, even after he had so many losses and experiences with the damned creatures.

a loud screech erupted from the body belonging to his beloved upon the ground as the body soon raised up with clunky motions before the loud echo of a shotgun being cocked had filled the air.

“til we meet again, sweetheart.” the male called out in a soft adoring tone before he aimed and took his shot as the body of his beloved jumped at him. the body fell limp with a loud thump across the wooden ground while the blown apart head rolled away from his beloved and ash felt his heart truly stop as he peered down at his partially dismembered partner, as he reached over to his right arm and started up his chainsaw.

just when he had finally thought he had escaped the hands of evil, the deadites came back as they always did and always will.

#ash williams x reader #ash williams imagines #ash williams imagine #ash vs evil dead x reader #ash vs evil dead imagines #ash vs evil dead imagine #evil dead x reader #evil dead imagines #evil dead imagine #ash williams #ash vs evil dead #evil dead

[chxrrylime]

❝ prompt: threesome. ❞

I’ve had this on the back burner for a while. An event in Vern and Hawk’s (@deardmvz) early storyline.

↪ 2412 words — 18+ / SMUT — tw for minor dub-c0n, male x female x male, non-reader fic, drugged sex (meth), drug abuse, use of condom(s), unsafe sex, creampies, mild spanking, mild vomiting.

There are two beds. Full-sized, or maybe smaller. It’s the normal hotel room setup—when you come through the door there’s floor to ceiling windows on the far wall with their heavy cream brown curtains drawn, and the headboards of the beds are to the right wall. There are about three or four feet from the end of the beds to the opposing left wall—an old black and white TV set is there, on an old rickety dresser, currently playing an old soap opera rerun that’s been muted. There are two or three feet between each of the beds. And then there’s an end table in between them, too, with a single lamp and its flower-patterned shade that’s currently the only thing illuminating the room—a yellow-stained once-upon-a-time eggshell white phone next to said lamp. The mini-fridge tucked into the furthest right corner is stocked full of beer and a few other friends.

These are all things Vern has noticed, because he’s high. Because he hasn’t found a drug that makes him feel any less mortifyingly anxious. Valium, LSD, Xanax, Quaaludes, Ativan, Klonopin.

Because Hawk offered him something—or offered him orange juice with a wink and a nudge—and now he’s high.

He’s high and his brain is buzzing—not in the way of too much activity, but in that dulled-out monotone way—like the static hum of dead air on a radio station. Like putting a conch up to your ear to hear the ocean trapped inside.

He’s high and he’s sitting on the side edge of the furthest most bed from the door, cock in hand, boxers shoved down just far enough to free said cock, dirty band shirt rucked up over his tummy to keep the spittles of precum from staining it.

He’s high and he’s watching with his jaw hung open like a panting dog as Hawk and some girl (Carol…? Cheryl…?) grope each other on the opposite bed. Only three or four feet away from him.

He’s pumping his cock slowly. He was half-hard when Hawk stumbled in drunk with this girl and jokingly told him he was allowed to watch. He’s been fully hard since he actually took up the offer and Hawk seemed to be even more amused by that. His shaft is slick from a single glob of spit and a copious amount of pre, the skin slapping wetly as he strokes himself.

When they’d stumbled in, they hadn’t even noticed Vern, staring at them wide-eyed like a deer in the night victim to oncoming headlights. Before that he’d been sat on the edge of the bed like he is now, picking at the straight-line vertical scabs on the top of his arms, the raised pink scratch marks never fully healed due to his weekly panic attacks.

They’d stumbled in, lips locked and halfway between laughing. Drunk. Tripping over each other’s feet. Hawk’s back had been to him at first, and then she jumped up to wrap her legs around his waist, and Hawk had spun around to carry her to the bed only to spot Vern staring. 

He’d greeted him with a sing-songed “Georgie!” and a boisterous laugh. A wide smile. Tossed the girl onto the bed like a ragdoll, her piercing squeal making Vern wince. Hawk just laughed again. Laughed like he always does when he’s drunk. It made Vern yearn to have that—Hawk never laughs or smiles in such a way when he’s sober: quiet and reserved—or when he’s high: angry and shouting. 

He wanted to be the reason Hawk looked like that just for once.

He watched Hawk stumble over to the mini-fridge. Watched him pull out some orange juice and pour it into the only two glasses they owned, filling one halfway and the other fully. He was talking the whole time, but Vern wasn’t really listening. His gaze kept flickering between what Hawk was doing and the girl on the bed, carelessly stripping herself of her clothes and slipping her hand into her panties to touch herself.

Hawk fumbled through his pockets, doing a little spin like a dog chasing its tail before he produced a little vial from his back pocket. Popped the tight cap with his teeth. Squeezed two or three drops into each of the cups. 

He moved around the bed with ease, coming to a stop right in front of Vern and handing him the glass. Vern took it with shaky hands. Didn’t bother to ask what it was laced with. Drank half the contents in one big gulp. Watched as Hawk climbed onto the bed and shuffled on his knees to hover above the girl, tilting the glass to her cherry red lips and feeding her half before downing the rest on his own.

Hawk told him he could watch, jokingly or not, and so he is.

Hawk and the girl, they’re smiling and giggling now. And Hawk’s nipping at her nipples playfully, massaging her large breasts in his big hands. She laces her fingers through his hair and he hums, sucking the pert pink bud into his mouth. 

She’s still in her panties. And Hawk’s just in his tight jeans. Vern knows he’s not wearing underwear, cause they need to find a laundromat, and he usually goes without them anyway. She gasps, body jolting before she lets out a giddy little giggle, followed by a soft, pretty moan.

Vern drags his eyes down to see Hawk’s trailed his left hand to her core—has two of his thick fingers pumping in and out of her slick pussy.

Hawk keeps whispering little jokes to her—things Vern can’t make out over the blood rushing in his ears—and then glancing over at him. The girl seems to find it funny, too, whatever it is, peering at Vern and giggling behind her hand. It makes Vern flush red with embarrassment rather than arousal, though his erection doesn’t flag in the slightest.

He tries to focus on the girl and her reactions. Her body. She’s pretty, generically speaking. Plump with smooth, near blemishless skin. A little tan with naturally blond hair and pretty hazel eyes. Hairless where it matters. Big breasts with soft pink nipples.

But his gaze keeps flicking back to Hawk. Hawk with his raven prince-like shoulder-length hair and scruffy mutton-chop beard and baby blue ocean eyes. Hawk with his thick muscles left over from his time in the military, but soothed by the little bit of fat he’s gained from going soft. Hawk with his scars all over—scars Vern wants to lap at like a sick little puppy.

But then Hawk keeps catching his eye, too. Keeps glancing over and meeting Vern’s gaze as he laps between the girl’s folds, sucks at her swollen clit and tapers his tongue to dig it into her pussy, making her back arch.

She squeals obnoxiously. Makes Hawk chuff against her crotch as he eats her out, refocusing his gaze back on her at the jarring noise cutting through the stale air. Breaking the tension. There shouldn’t be tension.

It’s like Vern blinks and suddenly he’s fumbling through the bedside drawer to hand a little foil packet over to Hawk, watches the other tear it open with his teeth and slide the rubber onto his flushed and sticky prick. 

Vern lets out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding as Hawk’s cockhead pops into the girl’s tight clutch. Vern’s cock kicks and pulses at the sound of Hawk groaning, blissfully uninterrupted by the girl who’s biting her lip, holding back her noises until he begins to draw back out, setting a steady pace that quickly increases until he’s slamming into her, balls slapping against her ass and forcing high-pitched moans out of her with every thrust.

His own hole clenches around nothing as he slowly fists his prick, trying to keep from coming too early. He watches the wet slide of Hawk’s cock humping into her cunt—tries to focus on how she’d feel around his own dick. Tries not to think about how good it’d feel to have Hawk fucking into his tight little hole like that.

Vern can’t help but moan at the thought, his hips rocking forward, grinding his ass against the bed. He hears Hawk chuckle, lets his eyes flutter open to catch Hawk gazing at him with a dazed smile. Hawk looks back down at the girl, places a hand on her cheek to push her head to the side, making her lock eyes with Vern. She gives him an open-mouthed, panting smile that makes him squirm.

“Y’know he’s a virgin?” Hawk comments idly, hips still snapping into her. “Never fucked a woman before.”

“With that big dick?” The girl gasps and chuckles, biting her lip on a moan. 

Vern flushes and groans, flopping back on the bed to avoid their gazes. Hawk laughs, loud and full. Makes Vern’s heart skip a beat. He’s not a virgin—maybe in that sense, but—not really.

“Don’t be like that, Georgie,” he chides. “I bet you’d make her feel so good, huh?”

He hears Hawk’s breath hitch and rises up onto one elbow, his other hand still stroking over his leaking cock. He watches Hawk lean down to capture the girl’s lips in a sloppy kiss as his hips stutter, humping into her a few final times before he comes with a growling groan.

Vern has to take his hand off his prick, not wanting to come at the sight of Hawk finishing. Scared that might be more obvious than he wants. Hawk slowly withdraws from her winking pussy, hissing through his teeth as her walls clench tight over his sensitive flesh. 

“Fuck. I’m gonna need a minute,” Hawk grunts, slipping off the condom and tying it off, discarding it somewhere over his shoulder. “How ‘bout Vern here takes care of you, huh? Want that big cock of his in you?”

Vern goes a little wide-eyed, looking at Hawk like he’s insane. Because he fucking is. Hawk just looks back with a shit-eating grin as the girl enthusiastically agrees. Hawk jerks his chin, beckoning Vern to cross the few feet between them. It feels like a mile, stumbling over on shaky prosthetics. Hawk moves to the side, out of his way so Vern can kneel between the girl’s legs.

He gives a curious glance to the girl, letting out a shaky breath when she bites her lip and nods, wiggling her hips in invitation. 

“C’mon, big boy,” she coos. Her voice makes Vern feel sick. He swallows, gripping the base of his cock and shuffling forward. He startles when he feels Hawk shift behind him, big hands placed on his hips to urge him forward.

“There you go, cowboy,” Hawk grumbles low, dangerously close to his ear.

Vern bows his head as he begins to slip into that tight, wet heat, groaning as she gives to the intrusion, eyes fluttering shut and jaw falling slack. She’s stretched out from Hawk, but—Vern’s bigger. Thicker. She gasps and moans and squirms, cunt clenching tight around his cock. 

But all he can focus on, eyes closed and head dipped, is Hawk’s rough and mellow voice in his ear, murmuring little instructions. Little praises.

He coos things like look at that, she’s lovin’ it, and just like that, Georgie, roll your hips. 

She’s rocking her hips down to meet his thrusts, pussy squelching wetly. He can’t fit all the way in, bumping something at the end of the tunnel that keeps the last inch and a half out. She’s impossibly tight.

But all he can focus on is Hawk’s touch—his callused hands on his hips. Then he’s shifting, moving to the side to watch. Still close. So fucking close. He’s stroking his own cock. Rutty and wet from cum. Hawk wore a condom. Vern probably should be too, but, he’s not. 

He has to close his eyes again, fucking into that wet heat and imagining anyone else. Trying to hone in on the little grunts and groans Hawk makes and not the shrieking moans of the girl underneath him. He feels impossibly empty, that pit in his stomach yearning and growing further—deeper yet.

Suddenly there’s a sharp stinging pain on his ass that makes his hips rock forward and whole body jolt, his cock kicking hard within the girl’s cunt as he mewls like a bitch, the sharp bite of an open palm going straight to his throbbing prick. 

“Don’t leave the lady hanging,” Hawk cackles. There’s a hand gripping the back of his head, twisting tight within his grown-out hair before he’s shoved downwards, face smothered between her breasts.

He gasps and keens, brain whitening static as he fills her with his thick cum, the rough treatment of Hawk enough to push him over the edge embarrassingly fast. He shakes through the aftermath, thighs quivering. The girl is petting through his hair—he knows it’s not Hawk. The hands are small and dainty. It soothes him only a little, if at all, in the grand scheme of it.

He finally sits up, wincing at the room's cool air brushing his heated flesh as he slips free from her pussy, watching his own cum dribble out of her winking hole with a grimace. He must look like a fool. Can’t bring himself to care.

“Well, aren’t you gonna finish her off?” Hawk grunts, his hand still slowly, slowly gliding up and down his shaft.

Vern’s at a loss, hands awkwardly skating over her hips as he looks up at Hawk with wide, confused eyes. Mouth slightly agape. Hawk just snorts. Rolls his eyes. He shuffles forward and essentially shoulder checks Vern off of the bed. He stumbles as he falls from the edge of the mattress, catching his footing on his prosthetics. He’s still a little awkward on them. He doesn’t think it’ll ever feel natural.

When he glances back Hawk’s between her thighs and he’s eating her out. He’s eating Vern’s cum out of her pussy. She’s moaning and screaming as an orgasm rips through her, long nails scratching at Hawk’s scalp—but all Vern can focus on is that Hawk’s licking his cum out of her pulsing cunt—his spend, thick and pearly, pooling at the crevice of his tongue before he swallows it down like it means nothing. 

Vern tottles into the bathroom, closing the door a little harder than he meant as his hands shake. He climbs in the shower and turns the nozzle—lets the cool water soothe his heated skin—and promptly vomits down the drain.

#personal prompt #mine #smut #vern x hawk