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8sy-errah8 · 6 months

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Pairings: Jughead Jones x female reader, smut Summary: You and Jughead have sex in his house during a party.

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You're very drunk and you've been staring for most of the night Jughead, you crave him. Jughead is so actractive and you want him to kiss you, touch you, want to feel the warmth of his skin on you, and you want it now.

and you woudn't mind people watching you.

so you decide to get close and steal him a kiss. He likes what he sees but is more shy than he seems. Your hands glide slowly over his abdomen, his arms. You kiss him ardently, putting your hands in his hair pulling them slightly. His hands surround your hips and pulls you against him.

you liked to play a lot, so when you unbutton his black cargo he was already hard. You place your hand around his juicy cock. You felt the shaft twitch with a plead in it as she stroked him. " Hey, ok, no, stop.. please. They're gonna see us."

He didn't really want you to stop, but the confused chatter of people made him tense.

You smile at him, your provocative gaze aroused him even more.

" I don't fuckin care, I just want to feel your mighty dick inside me. Do you wanna come? "

You stand back giggling, leaving him half-dressed and vulnerable. You lean against the wall in front of him and your start touching yourself. He looks at you with desire, you make him crazy, getting more and more aroused when he sees the transparency of black pantyhose when you slightly lift the skirt.

" Oh, Honey... "

He feels is throat become dry, and he needs to swallow. his glance moves quickly towards the rest of the room, seems that no one has noticed you two.

You left, wiggle your way down the hall and walk into one of the rooms.

you sit on the bed and hope Jughead decides to follow you. The clock is ticking, it feels like an eternity, you start to feel embarrassed, but not enough, you’re more pissed.

you hear the door opens wildly, your heart seems to beat in the throat, he walks towards you faster, he grabs your thighs and strip the pantyhose eagerly.

you look at him with a wicked smile, he grabs your wrists and makes you sit. He grip your hair a little bit stronger.

"Open your mouth" He says you in deeply breathy voice.

you obey and let he force his dick deep down your throat. Use both hands to push your head back and forth on his horny dick. he enjoys the choking sounds you make, he leaves you little time to catch your breath and gets even more excited seeing the mascara dripping with tears. your jaw hurts but the feeling of his cock getting bigger you like it more.

you hear him raging moan, he seems like a ravenous beast that wants to eat you like a cannibal, your pussy is dripping wet. He lifts you by the hair, he squeezed your buttock and then slowly start fingering you.

"Is this all for me, babe? your warm, wet pussy.. I'm so fuckin blessed."

the throaty sound of his voice makes you feel a thrill of pleasure down your back, you turn around and rub his dick on your pussy, he slowly penetrates you and pushes you over the bed forcing you to spread your legs. He shoves much tougher, knows how to exploit his body well and know how to plaese you.

He makes you raise your head and pushes you against him putting his big, strong hand around your neck, is choking you slightly. You love his way of looking submissive and weak and being instead dominant and freak as hell.

You and Jughead groan mightly, his cock moving inside you makes you want to spread your legs even more to make it come more strongly.

he comes inside you and grip your neck, a sense of calm wrap you and you feel dizzy, your body relaxes, alcohol also starts to work and you lose consciousness.

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A cold autumn breeze wakes you and your shivering wakes Jughead up

" you good? "

He asks you. you nod and he covers you with a blanket and embrace you from behind pull his body against you for keeping you warm.

He caresses your hair moving them behind your ears, makes his hand run down your neck, breast and hips. you are basking in his embrace, you feel light shivers of pleasure all over your body, for a moment you also forget the severe headache you have since you opened your eyes.

before you close your eyes again your gaze is attracted by the alarm that marks 10:30, it's fuckin late. You slide away from his arms and snap to your feet picking up what’s left of your clothes. he smiles, the skirt you were wearing the night before is too short for the place you headed to go now. He points to a pair of pants on a chair near the desk, You thank him, smile embarrassed and get dress quickly, then run away with your shoes in hand.

Jughead stays in bed, a satisfied smile printed on his face and the craving to see you again soon.

#cole sprouse #cole sprouse x reader #cole sprouse smut #jughead jones #jughead x reader smut #riverdale jughead #jughead jones x reader #riverdale #riverdale x reader #riverdale smut #jughead female x reader #jughead jones smut

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princess-of-fanfics · 2 years

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Riverdale Masterlist

Cole Sprouse x Reader:

Baby (part one)

Baby (part two)

Baby (part three)

Baby is about when Cole is a jerk to the reader and calls her a baby

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Jughead x Reader:

Drugged (part one)

Drugged (part two)

Drugged (part three)

Drugged (part four)

Drugged is about the reader cheating on Jughead but did she really....(trigger warning: slut shaming, drugging, rape, etc)

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batjokezlovineverything · 2 years

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a list of meals that some celebs really enjoy

Kylie Jenner

she's like *really* into lemon chicken with veggies. she's into turkey bacon and so is her daughter, stormi. she enjoys drinking lattes with oat milk. she also LOVES peach tea. when she wakes up in the morning, she likes to either drink celery juice or a bone broth mixed with lavender and lemon.

2. Jack Harlow

he said that he LOVES raisin bran cereal, soul food, and he's definitely a fan of waffle house. one of his favorite drinks is ale8 as it's a big kentucky staple. he's into juicey drinks, too, specifically anything like cranberry or lemonnade. he loves cheese steak. he likes chips (specifically garden salsa sun chips and spicy nacho doritos) but he's cut out a lot of things like red meat, ranch, chips, etc.. during quarantine to cut down levels in his blood work

3. Travis Barker

he starts the day off with either a coffee or matcha drink. if he eats breakfast, he will eat chicken and waffles. he loves to eat vegan eggs and sausages, too. he enjoys veggies like green beans and brocolli with rice. he likes superfood bars to snack on. he drinks on protein shake after working out. he enjoys vegan sushi, gluten-free pasta, caesar salad, and he likes coconut sorbet

4. Grimes

she loves buttered toast with jam. she likes go-cubes and matcha for caffiene. she hates fruit but can tolerate raspberries, blueberries, and bananas. she's into spaghetti. she also loves salt & vinegar chips. a weird snack she enjoys is a thin slice of tomato with slices of avocado on each side, sprinkled with both nutritional yeast and salt & pepper.

5. Cole Sprouse

he reportedly enjoys homemade lasagna & stuffed green peppers. he also likes some chips like doritos and sun chips. in an interview with lana condor, he revealed that some of his favorite snacks are: shrimp chips, boba tea, klondike bars. he's also into carbonara!

the first 4 are from food diaries US snapchat story and last is from articles!

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mytheoristavenue · 2 months

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Dude I know you don't have any requests but if you ever feel up to it I would absolutely eat up a continuation of your creature x reader fic...perhaps they slowly fall for each other.

Hes just...he's so sweet and the way you write him makes me feral. I'm definitely going to check out your other works.

This is me letting you know that your target audience had been reached

Normally, I would politely decline or ignore requests, as I just don't enjoy doing them anymore for multiple reasons, but I wanted to address this one specifically. Hopefully this isn't too short!

For the sake of this story, let's pretend that the time between the events of the movie span over a longer period.

LF Creature x Reader - Compost

Summary: Creature helps you out in your garden.

Warnings: mentions of rot, bugs, worms, and dung, creature x reader, bisexual reader, reader has a crush on Lisa, continuation of Mutual Comfort, plot holes, not proofread, spelling/gramatical errors, calling Creature Ein

"You look different today," you noticed allowed, squatted over the flower bed, carefully dropping a marigold from your trowel and covering the roots with soil. "Little more alive."

The man behind you grunted in response, prompting you to glance at him over your shoulder. He seemed to have more color in his face, and his hair seemed less stringy. He lifted a discolored hand, and waved it around as if it were an explaination. You simply shrugged, not understanding the meaning, and went back to what you were doing.

"Regaurdless, I appreciate you helping me." you smiled, standing up and admiring your newly replanted marigolds. Another grunt in responce. "Now I need to mix up the compost pile. Mind pushing that wheel barrow over there?" you aske pointing to the object and then to the destination. Nodding, Creature made his way over.

Once he got behind the wheel barrow, however, he scrunched his face in disgust. "What?" you laughed, slumping your shoulders. "Too good for hard labor? He shook his head, letting go of thehandles and covering his nose. Finally, it clicked for you.

"Oh, come on, you big baby. It doesn't stink tha bad." you rolled your eyes, walking over to simply wheel it over yourself. Seeing you prepared to take matters into your own hands, Creature finally pulled himself up by the bootstraps, taking hold of the handles again and pushing it forward. "Its cow dung, if you were curious," you giggled, following him. "My dad has a friend that owns a far and he hooks me up with free manure for the garden."

Once again, Creature grimaced, turning up his nose. "Hey, Zomboy," you scolded playfully. "Your half rotted flest doesn't smell all that much better." He flashed you a hurt expression coupled with a somber groan, making you back peddle. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry."

Finally in front of the compost pile, you grabbed a nearby shovel and began to heave the dung onto the top, the smell never once bothering you. When you were finished, you stuck the shovel in the ground and rested a foot on it, hiking your knee up, and glued your hands to your hips, tired from a hard day's work.

"I don't know about you, but I think today is a good day for some lemonade." You sighed, beginning to walk back toward the house, Creature trailing behind you. "You like lemonade?" He nodded when you glanced back, prompting you to smile. "Go ahead and take a seat," you said, motioning to the patio set to his right. "I'll go get us some."

After a few minutes, you returned, slipping out the back door and into the yard, a glass in each hand, but your eyes lit up before you couven step off the patio. You quickly scurried over to set the glasses down, gushing over what he had. It was a lovely little hand picked bouquet, mostly consisting of wildflowers and weeds. In the short time you were gone, Creature had taken it upon himself to currate you a gift. "Ein..." you breathed, taking it from him and examining it. "You did this for me...?" you asked, oblivious to how silly the question was. He nodded with a timid smile, inviting you to sit with him.

After a moment, your heart dropped, realizing what you'd called him by. "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry I called you that!" you fretted. "Lisa told me that was the last little bit of your name, I sholdv'e asked if you'd be kay with being called that."

He seemed to wave your worries off, shaking his head, signalling tha he wasn't bothered. He then bowed his head, something that confused you. "So you are okay with me calling you Ein?" He bowed again, and you were unable to keep the grin from spreading across your face. "Okay, Ein it is then. I suppose we couldn't have just called you 'Creature' forever, right?" He shrugged, as if he truly didn't care what his name ended up being. "Regardless, thank you for the flowers, they're beautiful."

The man couldn't help but stare as you admired the little nosegay, noting how eyes eyes lit up when you smiled and your nose scrunched when you laughed. He actually found himself so invested in observing you while sipping his lemonade that he choked a little when your eyes flitted back to him.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" you suddenly jumped up, patting his back as he coughed, hunched over. "Ein? Ein! Are you okay?" you panicked, patting a bit harder, and wondering if the heimlick would even work on a corpse. Luckily, that deemed to be unnessisary as he finally spat up whatever was clogging his airway.There on the table, squirmed a very long, slimy earthworm.

"I-Is...is that a worm?" you grimaced, entirely freaked out as you stared at it, eyes flickering back to his every few seconds. Creature was frozen in place, terrified he'd ruined a lovely moment between the two of you, and slapped his hand over the thing, shaking his head no. "You're telling me I didn't just watch you spit up a worm onto my dad's patio table? You're telling me if I move your hand, there's not gonna be a worm?"

Hesitantly, he shook his head with a nervous smile, resisting as hard as possible when you grabbed his hand to move it. Though you had no time to think about it then, you couldn't help but notice the way the stitches holding his hand on felt under your finger tips- definately an interesting sensation.

Finally, you managed to lift his hand up, still holding it, and proved yourself right, once again staring at the wiggly little thing on the table. With a sigh, and ignoring his protests, you reached down and lifted it into your palm. "Got anymore?"

Creature sheepishly shook his head and got up to follow you as you walked away. "Well, this little guy is going in my compost pile." you decided, pinching the worm out of your palm and setting it on top of the pile. "And if it has any buddies in there, they're welcome to the pile too." you smiled, grabbing his hand again.

"I like you," you confessed with a giggle. "A few little bugs aren't gonna scare me away."

I hope this was along the lines of what you were looking for! Sorry it was so rushed, it probably has a million errors, as my gramarly is suddenly not working!

#lisa frankenstein #lisa swallows #creature x reader #lisa x reader #lisa x creature #lisa frankenstein x reader #lisa frankenstein creature x reader #cole sprouse #diablo cody #zelda williams

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supercap2319 · 2 months

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"Y/N, don't be ridiculous." Jughead said.

"I'm not. Archie? Doesn't Jughead look exactly like the Creature in Lisa Frankenstein?" Y/N asked.

"You saw that without me?" Jughead asked.

"To be fair, Jug. We did invite you, but you and Betty.... well, let's just say you guys were indisposed." Archie smiled.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #riverdale #jughead jones #lisa frankenstein #archie andrews #Archie Andrews x male reader #Riverdale x male reader #kj apa #cole sprouse

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thebowieconstricker · 22 days

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Head Over Heels - Prolouge

(The Creature x Reader)

A Lisa Frankenstein (2024) fic

Alright, monster lovers, I’m gonna try something a little more ambitious: an actual fic. Constructive criticism welcome! Please be kind because I have no proof reader and I’m still learning how to write good stories lol. I’m also gonna be fleshing out some characters to better fit the narrative I have in mind for this story. I hope you enjoy the prologue!

Warnings: slight language, my best attempt at worldbuilding, and our gender neutral reader is an orphan, so discussion of that. Also, (N/N) stands for nickname!

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1986, Brookview, Indiana

“Oh. My. GOODNESS, (Y/N)! You have to try a face mask! It’ll help you with those dark circles under your eyes!”

“But (Y/NNNN), pink is totally your color! Just give it a chance, your nails would look SO pretty!”

“You didn’t even jump! It’s like you’re built for these movies, (N/N)!”

Comments like these had already gotten old around- you checked your watch- two hours ago. You considered yourself a survivor of some ancient teenage girl ceremony. Saying polite “no thank you”s to Taffy and the rest of her much too perky friends was becoming quite the laborious task. Some may say you were being too stubborn, as they had treated you with nothing but kindness since you came to town, to which you’d argue that Tricia certainly seemed like she had a bone to pick with you. Along with her, you had unfortunately seen enough of the world to understand one of the most important rules of high school:

The popular girls were mean, and these girls were certainly popular.

You had no idea why Taffy had run up to you on your first day of school and excitedly introduced herself, her gaggle of friends confusedly following after her. You figured this was some kind of territorial power move, checking out the fresh meat before inevitably deciding to kill.

But then Taffy kept hanging out with you. And complementing you. And begging you to hang out with her group of gals.

You took it as some kind of elaborate bit, but hey, they were nice.

At least they didn’t look at you like you were a rotten corpse walking down the halls.

Your thoughts snapped back to your current situation at Taffy’s house. Her mother, Janet, had actually sneered at you when you walked in, but other than that, the night was shaping up to be your average “new girls first sleepover”. Grease had taught you well. That was, until the truth or dare game started.

Lori had brought it up, and it started pretty normal.

“Who’s your crush?”

“OMG, I’m not telling!”

“Come on, Misty! We won’t tell! Right, (Y/N)?”

“Uh, yeah. I mean, no.” You mentally cursed yourself.

This is how it continued for a while before you finally perked up.

“I dare you to go to the Bachelors Cemetary Grove.”

“WHAT??? No way, Tricia! There’s no way in hell-“

Your eyes widened in intrigue and you blurted out without thinking, “There’s a bachelors cemetery?”

The girls turned to look at you.

Tricia raised one of her perfect eyebrows.

“You haven’t heard about it? It’s like- uber haunted.”

That piqued your interest. Life in the foster care system had caused you to grow accustomed to the darker sides of life, and you had always had a special interest in the dead. Your own parents had died in a mysterious fire when you were just a baby, leaving you with no real memories of them. You believed that everyone deserved to be remembered, especially the average, unremarkable person.

(Mainly because you knew that’s how you would turn out, and you’d like to be remembered.)

Enough of that, though, because everyone is still looking at you, so you cleared your throat.

“Would I have to go tonight? Or like, right now?”

Tricia rolled her eyes. “I mean, I didn’t ask you-“

“Oh, shush, Tricia! She’s participating!” Taffy smiled widely at you.

Tricia shot you a look.

“Fine. Yes, tonight. And you’d have to bring back a vine to show that you actually went there. The place is full of them, so it should be easy for you.”

You detected a hint of challenge in Tricia’s tone, but ignored it. You wanted to do this to quench the thirst of curiosity that was bubbling in your brain. This seemed like the first interesting thing you had heard about in this boring town.

You stood.

“I’ll do it.”

Taffy cheered and Lori looked at you in amazement. Misty immediately began to try to talk you out of it, worrying about your safety, while Tricia went silent.

Your mind was set, though. Time to see what all the hooplah was about.

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The walk to the gravesite had been much more peaceful than you thought it would be.

Taffy’s house was constant noise, light, color, total overstimulation. However, the cool mist that danced across your skin along with the eerie silence of the woods soothed you. It helped you clear your head.

After walking through the woods for what seemed like hours, you finally came across the old rusted iron gate that sadly displayed the text, “Bachelors Cemetery Grove”. You frowned, finding the disrepair of the cite pitiful. This place should be filled with respect, not to be forgotten by vines and leaves.

Speaking of, holy shit, Tricia was right about the vines everywhere.

Thick, bright green foliage covered every inch of the area, graves poking out here and there to display faded names. It was enchanting to see so much life growing in a place of death. You could have snapped off a vine and booked it out of there, but you were drawn to this cemetery. Careful steps led you deeper and deeper into its heart as you swerved this way and that to try and make out the occasional name.

Then, through a beam of moonlight that shone through a break in the trees, your eyes caught on a specific grave.

You walked closer and came face to face with the stoic expression of a handsome young man, carved in the same stone his grave was made of. He had a strong nose, with beautifully curved lips and hair that flipped upwards on the ends. He was looking slightly downwards, his eyebrows painfully curved upwards, as if to express a dramatic feeling of grief. Resting beside his bust was an arm and a hand, attached to nothing and slightly curled. He looked like a man that would recite beautiful poetry, professing his deepest desires and most intimate thoughts.

Your mouth was slightly agape as you admired him. Despite your more logical thoughts, you brought a hand up to gently caress his cheek, finding a raised texture chiseled there that suggested sideburns. A sigh escaped your lips as you realized the romantic-ness of it all. A man who seemed perfect, a lover, full of life and emotion, condemned to a permanent fixture in a buried world.

You could say it was love at first sight.

#lisa frankenstein #lisa frankenstein movie #lisa Frankenstein the creature #the creature lisa frankenstein #the creature x reader #the creature #cole sprouse

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officer-general-skin · 9 days

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#sam winchester x reader #dj #afterdarkreblogs #cole sprouse #trans ana #bakugou #therian #amatsusama #kali uchis #skam

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spend-forget-improve-happen · 11 days

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#unbreakable kimmy schmidt #تمبلر #kellan lutz #dolly castro #icon #sam winchester x reader #dj #afterdarkreblogs #cole sprouse #gordon ramsay #rick genest #outfit #i sell premium #amatsusama #kpop imagines

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bouncybongfairy · 11 days

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Caught Dead

The Creature x Fem Reader

Summary: Your homecoming date leaves you for another girl. On your sad and drunk walk home, you come across a memorial service for a Victorian man. Honoring his music, you wander in and play a score he wrote. The creature is so moved by your playing, he comes back from the dead and witnesses your talent first hand.

Word Count: 1.0k+

TW: Tooth Rotting Fluff

Not Proof Read

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Usually homecoming is a night that everyone raves about. Prom is always so pretentious and stressful. Whereas homecoming was more carefree; at least that’s how it’s depicted in romance novels and fanfiction. The guy you were originally going with ended up ditching you for another girl. Your best friend was with her boyfriend and third wheeling wasn’t something you're interested in. The best course of action was to walk home, stopping at a liquor store on the way. The old woman behind the counter looked you up and down, this didn’t offend you though. Mascara stained tears left streaks of gray lined down your face. Wearing a big pink dress that you used to feel really good in. Now it felt more like a cone of shame, drawing attention to what a hot mess you were.

“Can I please get a dutch honey and small bottle of Skol,” you ask, setting a twenty dollar bill on the counter.

“Normally I would laugh and send you away. You’re lucky I only have fifteen minutes until I clock out and how pathetic you look right now,” she said, taking your money and bagging the items.

Even though it was a little back handed, you were grateful for her kindness. Chasing the vodka down with cigarettes as you walked. Humming tunes to yourself, enjoying the crisp night air. The sound of classical music caught your attention, a funeral home. It was one of the only places that had its doors open still. You sit outside on the steps, gutting your wrap before rolling the blunt.

“Were you coming in?” a voice came from the doorway.

“Oh um, yeah just give me a second,” you say.

“Take your time,” the older gentleman gave you a warm smile before heading back inside.

You tucked the blunt behind your ear, shoving the half empty bottle into your purse before walking in. It wasn’t an open casket funeral but more of a memorial service. There was a piano in the corner of the room, a vase of red roses sitting on top of the beautiful wood. The funeral director explained that a bunch of this young man’s music was recently discovered. A museum recently bought the music and discovered he was never given a proper funeral so they wandered to give him a proper memorial.

To honor him and the beautiful scores that were never showcased the way they deserved. Apparently the party from the museum didn’t stay for long, the director said they mostly took pictures for their website. After reading more about his story, you felt more connected to him. Apparently his girl left him for another man. Similar to what happened at the dance tonight. Grabbing one of the scores and sitting at the piano. It could be because you were drunk but as the sorrowful melody filled the room tears pricked into your eyes again. Imagining how his feelings of betrayal and grief probably poured through his pen while writing this song.

Not being able to shake the fact that you just learned first hand how being left can feel. Bitter because deep down your biggest fear for the night came true; lonely from being too embarrassed to admit you were someone's second choice. Tears rolling down your face as you let yourself drown in sorrow. Unbenounced to you, The Creature not only heard his music so beautifully remastered but your cries. So moved by feeling and hearing your broken heart crying from your chest, he begins to stir. Pushing himself out of the ground and making his way towards the music.

Lighting your blunt inside the room, you were tipsy and didn’t care if there were repercussions. Letting it hang off your lips and you played, trying not to let the smoke in your eyes. Meanwhile the creature was getting hung up on the mechanics of his body. Slowly stumbling towards the illuminated building, stopping dead in his tracks once seeing you. The light above the ceiling was casting down on you. Highlighting your eyelashes and flyaways, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. How expressive your face was while playing the notes, looking up every once to let tears run down your face. Showing how the mascara ran down your neck. His daze was broken once he saw the worker coming back in the room, pointing his finger and yelling. This enraged him; stomping over there to stop the man from approaching you. Having some trouble with the stairs but after finally made his way in.

Grabbing the sides of his old man's head and snapping his neck. You gasp, the blunt dropping out of your mouth and onto the floor. Going to pick it up but being taken back but The Creature. He stepped over the body and slowly inched towards you. You pull your knees up to your chest and press your back against the wall. He was now hovering over you, staring at you before leaning down. Getting on one knee and picking up the blunt, standing back up.

Now closer, his lower stomach pressed against your knees. Putting the dutch between your lips with one hand and brushing the hair out of your eyes with the other. You put your knees down and pulled him onto the bench. Starting to play his score, focusing on keys and not his… appearance. As you played he grunted at a specific part everytime which led you to investigate why,

“What? This part?” you replayed it a couple times. He pointed out a certain note and then to another, shifting his finger back and forth. In your interpretation, he was prompting you to switch the notes. Him humming in satisfaction at the change.

“Yeah that does sound a lot smoother,” you point out.

Remembering the body, you both leave in order to avoid responsibility. Walking home together, playing your music out loud for him to enjoy. Before the dark felt scary and daunting but now you were enjoying the night air. Completely ignorant to reality but never feeling better.

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babeydollx · 2 years

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Steam

Warnings: cursing, shower sex, unprotected sex

Pairings: Jughead Jones x Female Reader

Summary: you and Jughead basically have shower sex lmao.

Word Count: 500+

Jughead pinned you against the shower wall as the two of you made out. The warm water ran against your bodies as the two of you passionately made out. He then broke the kiss and began to kiss along your jaw.

He then trailed wet kisses from your jaw to your neck. You whimpered and tangled your fingers in his wet hair as he kissed your neck. He then found your sweet spot and began to suck on it. You could feel your arousal pooling between your thighs.

He pulled back and smirked when he saw the hickies he had left all over the soft skin of your neck.

"Mm.. now everyone will know that you're mine." He said with a smirk. You giggled softly and kissed him again. He aligned his hard cock with your pussy before thrusting into your soaking cunt. You gasped and you both moaned out as he sunk inside of you.

"Fuck, I love this pussy." He panted as he fucked up into you. You held onto his shoulders tightly and moaned out as he slowly fucked you faster and faster until he was fucking you at an unforgiving pace.

He was fucking you so hard that you definitely going to feel it every time you walk for the next week. You rested the back of your head against the wet shower wall and moaned out as he kept fucking you.

"Oh god!" You moaned out as he began to hit your g-spot. He smirked when he saw your reaction and kept hitting your g-spot over and over again. With the way he was fucking you, you knew that you weren't going to last very long.

It seemed like he was not going to last very long either though. You were close and you could tell that he was getting close too. You pulled him in for a heated kiss as he continued to fuck the shit out of you.

You felt that familiar knot building up inside of you and you knew that you were about to cum any second now. You clenched around his hard dick, signaling to him that you were about to cum. You could tell that he was going to cum too since his thrusts were getting messy.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" You screamed.

"Come on, cum for me." He panted. With that your eyes rolled back, your legs began to tremble and you saw stars as a scream tore through your throat and you squirted on his cock. He thrusted into you a few more times before coming himself, shooting his load deep inside of your, painting your walls white. He pulled out of you as you both were catching your breath.

"Well, should we clean up now?" Jug asked. You shook your head which made him tilt his head. "Why not?" He asked.

"Because, I want a round 2." You said with a giggle. He just smirked.

"Well baby, your wish is my command." He said with a smirk.

a/n: I hope y'all like this story!

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mattey-stu · 8 months

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Im working on a jughead smut fic rn bitches

#gay #cole sprouse #jughead jones #x male reader #fp jones #skeet ulrich #billy loomis #scream #x reader #riverdale

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dontsearchformyaccount · 12 days

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Journal idea ~favorite movies

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supercap2319 · 11 months

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"So a witch." Y/N pointed to himself. "A werewolf." He pointed to Jughead. "And a vampire..." He pointed to Archie. All move into an apartment together and the vampire and the witch are boyfriends and the werewolf and the vampire are best friends? I swear there's a joke in there somewhere. Maybe even a comedy show about it."

Archie and Jughead laughed. "Hey, you said you wanted to be normal. A normal life."

"I don't think normal qualifies here. Once a full moon, Jughead wolf's out. Archie drinks blood from a coffee thermos. And I occasionally set the kitchen on fire with my potions." Y/N said.

"Just gotta get the hang of it. We can do this." Archie said.

"I hope you're right, Arch." Jughead said.

"Yeah. We can do this. We just have to stick together. All three of us. We'll be safe."

"Speaking of being 'safe.' I assume you and Y/N were last night?" Jughead raised an eyebrow.

"I would ask how you know, but werewolf sense right?" Y/N asked.

"Yup. Promise me you'll let me find my headphones first before you go at it at three in the morning?"

Archie blushed. "We promise, Juggy."

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #archie horror #archie andrews x male reader #archie comics #archie andrews #vampire kj apa #kj apa x male reader #kj apa #Riverdale #au #werewolf Jughead Jones #jughead jones #cole sprouse

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itsnotyouithink · 2 years

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RAINY DAYS

fem!reader x cheryl blossom

summary; you told cheryl you would be there for her whenever she needed someone. so when she shows up on your doorstep soaked in rainwater with the argument that you were the problem because of the way you made her feel, you couldn’t help but listen.

warnings; mentions of parent arguments (?), mentions of being poisoned, angst and fluff

a/n: kinda new theme ig

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It was a rainy day in Riverdale and while there was chaos in the streets and on peoples doorsteps with mysterious tapes, you were wrapped up in a blanket on your couch watching one of your favorite movies. When suddenly, there was a knock on your door which quickly made you pause your movie.

You opened the door, Cheryl Blossom on her front step with tears streaming down her fair cheeks and her hair soaked to the sides of her face. “You said if I ever needed help, you would be there. So, I need help and I’m here.” The redhead gulped, her hands playing with the end of her expensive skirt unknowingly.

You raised your brows, a light nod as you stepped back from the wooden door, letting the girl in. “Yeah, of course. What’s wrong?”

Cheryl told her exactly what was wrong. It was you. You were the problem that constantly replayed in her mind like her favorite record. Because in all honesty, you were her favorite everything. In the cruel town of Riverdale, you were that face she relied on to make her smile, laugh and enjoy the happy moments she was given. And lately, in every happy moment she was given, you were in it.

“Me?” Your eyebrow made a slight crinkle in confusion. “I’m the problem?”

You were confused. Like, majorly confused. You and Cheryl had a close friendship that started when you transferred to Riverdale High in the middle of the year when the Black Hood attacks first started. But now, it was your senior year in high school and the Black Hood felt like a past nightmare. Even through the trauma Penelope Blossom put you through last year, trapping you in the woods to play a sick game, that ended with you almost dying from poison, the friendship you and Cheryl had just kept getting stronger.

There was a time where Vixens practice had ended and it was just the two of you in the locker room. You were in a bra and underwear while Cheryl was almost completely dressed. You saw her glance at you when you had your back minimally turned, her gaze lowering until you turned around to your locker again for your skirt and shirt. When you turned, she blocked her face with her locker and you didn’t think much about it — you changed in front of each other all the time so it wasn’t particularly unknown.

Unknowingly to you, Cheryl’s cheeks were flustered and her eyes squeezed shut as she quietly gulped to herself as two main thoughts were rushing through her head. One; her best friend was gorgeous. Two; she thought of her best friend the way she thought about Toni that time in the diner where they held hands and the Serpent told her she was sensational.

It was when Cheryl and Toni broke up when things started to get intense and awkward for the both of you. It was the time when you had started noticing certain things about Cheryl that you couldn’t get out of your head.

“. . . These are signs that you have a crush on Cheryl, Y/N.” Veronica lightly smiled at you. She patted your back when the two of you were behind the bar as you mindlessly watched Cheryl dance on La Bonne Nuit’s dance floor with another girl. “It’s senior year and you have nothing to loose. I say go for it.”

The thing was, you did have something to loose.

The Blossoms weren’t the most loved in town and were deemed the Devil’s family. Ghosts and zombies were rumored to walk the halls of Thistlehouse and Thornhill. Your parents didn’t exactly like Cheryl all that much — mostly because of her mother. However, your little sister loved her to pieces.

When she played dress up with your innocent 7-year old sister, that’s when you said to yourself, “Holy shit, I’m infatuated with Cheryl Blossom.”

You were also scared about the redheads ex-girlfriend, Toni Topaz. You were never close to Toni and only kept a few conversations with her in the time you spent at school. But you did know that Toni was a sweetheart — until it came to the people she loved. And Cheryl, was someone she loved and still continued to love.

You never got the full story but the rumor traveling through Riverdale High was that Cheryl was the one to breakup with Toni, which was a surprise to you when Cheryl would go on and on about how amazing her girlfriend was. The only thing you knew for a fact, was that Toni Topaz glared at you every time you walked down the halls but you brushed that off with the theory of it just being because you and her ex-girlfriend were best friends.

You were completely wrong.

“Yes, Y/N. You are the problem!” Cheryl shouted, catching you off-guard. You were home alone, making her escalated voice practically echo through your bedroom. The redhead squeezed her eyes shut, before taking a deep breath. She knew you didn’t like when someone yelled towards you or aggressively shouted because of the past with your parents and there arguments. “I can’t have these type of thoughts towards you because you’re my best friend but, it’s you. And you make all of my happiest moments feel like a euphoric event and my lowest points more bearable . . . because you’re there for me.”

You were in the middle of your bedroom, standing in front of your best friend speechless. She took a step towards you. “You are,” she took a breath, “the most gorgeous and kind-hearted person I’ve ever met. And I think about the small things you do daily like some sappy, broken record. Like, the way you love music so much that you write your favorite song lyrics in the corner of the worksheets we get in class, or how you’re the best older sister to S/N. I’m stupid that I hadn’t connected the dots sooner.”

She talked quickly and breathlessly, her hands moving with every word. “A—and, I don’t know why I’m here practically spilling my guts but, I just wanted you to know.” She got quieter as the last sentence left her red colored lips.

You two were close in proximity. You stood there in silence, everything she confessed registering in your head. The small things. “I saw you look at me in the locker room.” Your voice small and quiet, “And during the football game against Stonewall, I couldn’t help but think the way you looked at me during Cherry Bomb was something other than platonic.” You looked up towards the ceiling for a second while quietly gulping under Cheryl’s gaze. You two were so close that the redhead could pull you by your hips and kiss your worries away.

You looked at her and sighed, “I don’t want to sound like a self-absorbed bitch or something but when the rumors of you and Toni breaking up after the football game surfaced . . . I just couldn’t help but think that maybe it was because . . .” You didn’t finish your sentence, fearful you would be wrong and make an embarrassment out of yourself.

“You were right.” She whispered softly, her hands gripping you waist and pressing you into her while your hands caught yourself against her chest. “I couldn’t think of another woman while dating Toni. It was morally wrong so, I had to because I knew that you would be on my mind for the rest of eternity.”

You glanced down and let out a breath, your cheeks heating up while butterflies flew in your stomach. You looked up to find Cheryl already looking towards you. Her right hand leaving you waist and lightly placed on your cheek.

Your lips were gently placed on hers in a long, sweet kiss that was filled with love as the two of you grinned into each press your lips took. Your arms wrapped behind her neck as you pressed yourself into her. When the two of you separated you smiled and pecked her semi-swollen lips. “I’m going to get you a pair of pajamas because you’ve already made a trail of rainwater to my room.”

It was in that moment where nothing truly matter besides the two of you in your room under the comfort of blankets, television reruns and the sound of gentle kisses with love-filled and meaningful words as the two of you cuddled into each other on your bed. Not the revenge Toni Topaz would seek when the two of you would walk through the halls hand-in-hand that coming Monday, or the thoughts of your parents disapproval.

Just the two of you. In your own world. Against all evil.