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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.

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our odyssey in the supermarket

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Showing Off - Riverdale

Archie pinning x Fem!reader

Serpents x reader

Northside x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 706

Summary: Archie always showing off for you his neighbor. Not knowing you're a Serpent, dating one, and basically like Fp’s little girl.

Authors Note: I put it as Riverdale because I didn’t feel it played with any character enough to put at the top.

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“Does he always do that?” Betty asked as her and Veronica watched out y/n’s bedroom window. They were currently having a sleepover but Archie and some of the Bulldogs were playing football out in the street.

“Yup.” Y/n let out a frustrated sigh as she pulled her hair up into a ponytail.

“Wow, Archie Andrews being a show off.” Veronica said amused as she to watched the redheaded boy.

“He never stops.” Y/n stated shaking her head as she glanced out the window for a second.

“Do you know why?” Betty questioned moving to sit across from y/n on the bed.

“I think he likes me, but if he knew anything about me. He wouldn’t.” She told them shaking her head. It had been going on for months at this point.

“Why do you say that?” Veronica tilted her head at Y/n’s statement. Confused about what she meant by it.

“I’m a Serpent Veronica. Archie hates the Serpents. And besides, I’m dating Sweet Pea.” Y/n shrugged and gave them a tight lipped smile, but it became real at the mention of Sweet Pea.

“I will say I love Archie and he’s a good guy but, Sweet Pea treats you like a princess.” Betty smiled at Y/n. Betty had known Archie forever but she had firsthand witnessed how Sweet Pea treats her friend in their relationship. And even Betty didn’t think Archie could treat her that good.

“Correction. He treats you like a Queen.” Veronica smiled coming around to sit on the bed with the both of them.

Y/n smiled widely at their comments. “Plus with all the beef going on between the bulldogs and the Serpents. It’d be worse once he knew FP treats me like a daughter.”

“FP treats you better than my father treats me.” Veronica admitted letting out a sigh that had frustration and sadness in it.

“Sorry V.” Betty rubbed her friend's upper arm.

“No worries. Hey, do you think FP could honorarly adopt me too?” Veronica asked y/n jokingly.

“I mean if you ask.” Y/n shrugged her shoulders but they all started laughing, not being able to hold it anymore.

It was only a week later at a game for the school that the girls along with y/n and Toni noticed Archie doing it again. Watching.

“He’s doing it again.” Veronica noted nudging the y/h/c-ed girl scooted next to her on the bleachers.

“This is just sad to watch.” Betty said watching the boy she grew up with, with squinted eyes.

“Sweet Pea’s going to be here soon. And for the record this is fun to watch.” Toni interjected as she sat down next to them. She found Archies actions to be quite entertaining much like Veronica but for different reasons.

“Once he sees the back of my jacket he’ll stop.” Y/n nodded, taking a hand full of popcorn from Toni. Y/n made sure to wear her Serpents jacket tonight. This needed to stop.

“Hey, babe.” Sweet Pea greeted kissing her on the cheek. Toni scooted over fromY/n so Sweet Pea could sit down next to her.

“Hey.” Y/n greeted Sweet Pea before he could sit down she stood to hug him, making sure her jacket faced the field as she did so.

“And he noticed.” Betty pointed out as the couple sat down.

“Wow.” Veronica shook her head with wide eyes. “Men.” she scoffed, as they all watched the attraction Archie had to Y/n leave him as he saw her jacket.

“What are they talking about?” Sweet Pea asked leaning in to whisper in Y/n’s ear.

“Nothing.” Y/n answered but she could tell he didn’t believe it. So Y/n turned a tiny bit to face him with her body, grabbing his hand bringing it to her lips. “Trust me Pea. If it was something worth telling, I’d tell you.”

“She would.” Betty stated in agreement.

Toni knew problems would only get worse if Sweet Pea knew exactly what they were talking about. “You or FP would be the first to know.”

And it was true but let's just hope Archie had the sense to not ever bring it up.

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Facial is the best

Pairing: Archie Andrews x male reader

Series: Riverdale

Warnings: Smut

word count: 1042

Requests are open🖤

English is not my first language sorry if there are spelling mistakes enjoy Reading

“...Please, Y/n, please. Just let me, come on, just this once, please?” Archie gasps above him, stroking his cock in quick, ravenous strokes as Y/n watches, already exhausted from his own orgasm.

This isn't the first time Y/n has heard the other guy beg him, it's not the first time Archie has begged him to let him cum on his face, but it's the first time he's wondered why Archie seems so hungry for it in instead of just saying no point-blank. It looks so unhygienic, not to mention disgusting, and Y/n can't figure out what makes Archie so willing to beg for it.

Archie never begs.

"Why do you want it?" Y/n finds himself asking, eyebrows raised lazily as he watches Archie more or less sob in delight above him. His hands are slowly stroking Archie's muscled thighs where they straddle his waist, but his eyes are focused on his boyfriend's face, watching as Archie's mouth drops open on another moan as he fucks his own fist. .

"Guh-fuck-it would look so good in it-covered in it," Archie gasps hoarsely, clenching his fist around the base of his cock to keep from coming as he thinks about it. “Fuck, you'd be so pretty, just using my cum. Looking so beautiful, looking like mine. I want to make you mine, can I? please y/n? Can I make you mine? Please pretty pretty Y/n please can I make you mine? I want I want-"

And fuck, if he's not making Y/n stupid with arousal listening to Archie beg like that. Hearing him wanting to claim Y/N like that… he's making his spent cock tingle with the need to harden again, even if it's only been a few minutes since he gushed down Archie's throat.

Why had he been so stupid and he hadn't asked his boyfriend why earlier? Why had he spent weeks telling his boyfriend no when the reason Archie wanted him in the first place was so devastating?

"Yes?" Y/n gives Archie a tired smile. “Do you want to make me yours? Do you want to mark me? Let everyone know that I'm yours?

"Fuck y/n, yes please, fuck yes please!" Archie curses above him, hips stuttering forward through his clenched fist. "Please, I want, can I?"

It's not even a question on his mind anymore, Y/n just wants it to happen yesterday as he listens to Archie spit every pleading word out of his mouth. The thought that just minutes before sounded positively unpleasant now sounds promising.

"Yeah, yeah, let's go," Y/n agrees, reaching out to cup Archie's butt and urging him forward, closer.

"-In fact?" Archie with his pants off, puzzled. His eyes widen and stare at him, his hips stopped where he had been furiously fucked through his own fist before. You will leave me? Can I- just- really?

"Yeah, come on," Y/n encourages, trying to drag him closer with he hands, "come on my face, come on, do it."

At first, Archie just stared at him for a moment, not believing what he was hearing, but then he just lunged forward, smashing his lips against Y/n's desperately. Y/n doesn't even have time to recover from the shock attack before Archie backs away again, crawling forward and once again stroking each other, only this time much closer to Y/n and with his penis pointing towards the swollen kiss. of T/n. His lips instead of he own muscular stomach.

"Mpfh," Archie groans as his hand flies over his cock, needing to squeeze his eyes shut so he doesn't die from how good it feels, how beautiful Y/n is beneath him. "I'm going to paint you so beautifully, I'm going to make you look so pretty, I'm going to..." And then he comes; thick streams of cum shoot all over y/n's beautiful face.

Y/n can feel the first string land on his cheek before he can squeeze his eyes shut, and just in time too, because right after he can feel something hit his closed eyelid, and he winces from how dirty everything is.

When Archie finally drops his shrinking penis from his hand, when he finally opens his eyes again, he can't help but catch his breath for a moment.

Y/n is absolutely awesome.

He has been fucking everywhere; over both of his cheeks, covering his nose, his chin, his forehead – he's cum hanging off his damn lashes, and it's cum all over his beautiful red-bitten lips. Archie can't help but moan as he sees how Y/n licks his bottom lip to pick up the thick liquid, he can't help but catch the boy in a dirty wet kiss as he watches him swallow.

Taking Y/n's jaws in his hands, Archie couldn't help but play with the cum on his boyfriend's cheeks with his thumbs, simply smearing it all over the pink skin before licking it all off.

Y/n flinches when he feels a tongue on his face, and groans when Archie kisses him again, sharing the salty cum on his tongue with an overeager Y/n. Burying his fingers in Archie's hair, Y/n lifts his hips into empty air, coming back from the sheer filth around him.

"Did you just-?" Archie asks, and Y/n nods, exhausted. Archie smiles. "Fucking amazing."

Y/n just rolls his eyes before weakly pushing his boyfriend away, snuggling up close to the big football player.

"Does this mean I can do that again?" Archie asks smugly, his hands running over Y/n's sensitive sides.

"It means you should get me a wipe," Y/n replies, tired. He is more than ready for a nap. "I feel ridiculously dirty." There was sweat, semen, and other fluid caked all over him, but since Y/n doubts he can stay awake for an entire shower, a washcloth will have to suffice.

“You're ridiculously dirty and amazing,” Archie smirks, but dutifully goes in search of said wipe.

Y/n hums as Archie cleans it up, hands catching the bigger boy as he throws the rag over his shoulder, and sighs as he sinks against Archie's body.

"But yeah," Y/n says a few minutes later, when he's almost asleep. "We are definitely exploring this again."

He can feel Archie moving his arm to his side, but he's already asleep before he can reprimand him.

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dangerousstrawberryshark · 1 year

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You'll Never Be Alone

Pairings: Archie Andrews x male reader

Summary: It started with him protecting you but changed as time passed. He now harbors feelings for you.

WARNINGS: F slurs. homophobia, and bullying. MAJOR: ⚠ Sexual Assault ⚠

(Hello, my little strawberries! I'm back after a long time! I'll be posting more requests like this. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this. The Headcanon format is from @marilynmonroefanfics. And I wanna thank everyone on my discord server!)

You didn't understand why you were treated like this. Why were you subjugated to this abuse?

Every day at school was hell. The ones that tormented you the most were the bulldogs, Riverdale's football team.

They would tease and mock. Verbal, but that changed when news of you being gay was exposed.

The Bullying went from verbal to physical. They would give you regular beatings every day.

"Well, look at what we have here. It's the little faggot. I bet you wanna suck my fucking cock." One of them said as he punched you right in the stomach. Pain shooting through you.

"Bet the faggot wants us to fuck his ass," Reggie said, getting his own kicks in. You were left on the ground in pain as the bulldogs left. Leaving you and Moose alone.

(SEXUAL ASSAULT AHEAD! SKIP THIS PART IF YOU WANT!)

"It's just us now, faggot." Moose said, picking you up and slamming you against the wall.

"God, your body turns me." Moose groans as he grinds his erect cock against your thighs. "This ass and thighs."

Moose latches his dirty mouth onto your neck. "How about you be my cumdump?" you cried harder as he continued.

(IT ENDS HERE!)

Suddenly, you felt Moose get thrown followed by a loud thud. You looked to see a redheaded boy beating the shit out of him.

You stayed in your position, shocked before you felt someone pick up and carry you away.

He was wearing the Riverdale football team jacket, meaning he was a bulldog, but he wasn't like the others. His voice took you out of your mind.

"Hey, are you okay? Any injuries?" The boy said as he looked over your body. Only seeing some bruises and marks.

The redheaded boy really cared about you. He wasn't like the other bulldogs. He didn't insult nor place his hands on you. Only to take you away to safety.

He kept talking to you, asking if you were hurt in any way. You responded with a no. He then introduced himself.

"If you say so... but anyway, my name is Archie. Archie Andrews," he said, smiling at you. There was no malicious intent.

"I'm... m/n," you replied.

After that day, Archie would always be by your side. The other bulldogs did little to no harm. Archie became your bodyguard and friend.

You never realized how many classes you had with him or how you both shared the same interests. Everything was becoming better, but you may have developed a crush on your new friend.

The more time Archie spends with you, the more his crush grows. Being around you made him feel comfortable and happy.

He would dream of marrying and sleeping with you.

It was now or never. You told Archie to meet you after school/practice.

"So, you wanted to speak with me?" Archie said, sitting down beside you on the bed.

"Yes, I wanted to say that..."

You started to freeze. Your brain was in panicking and telling you to back down, but your heart was saying to go with it.

"Archie, I like you! It's okay if you don't feel the same way. I-" Suddenly, you felt a soft pair of lips press against yours. Archie's hands pulled you closer.

You melted into the kiss. Forgetting everything around you as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Archie pulled back, breathing heavily.

"M/n... I like you- no, I love you! I wanted to confess first, but it looks like you beat me to it." Archie chuckled. Tears roll down your face. Tears of joy.

"M/n. Do I have the honor of being your boyfriend?"

"Yes! Of course!" you replied. Crying into his chest. He lifted your head and kissed you again.

You both then laid down together. Archie's ching resting on your head with you buried in his chest.

THE END!

(I hope you all enjoy this! I have a goal of completing 5 to 10 fics before the new year. Goodbye, my little strawberries!)

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itsnotyouithink · 1 year

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HALLOWEEN ROMANCE

pairing: fem!reader x cheryl blossom

summary: reader goes to a halloween party and her crush on cheryl blossom continues.

warnings: smoking, underage drinking, parental abuse

a/n: happy halloween to all who celebrate & please be careful tonight!!

not my gif!

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Riverdale has spooky Halloweens. It may be from the haunting spirits that walk the streets and get a booth in Pop’s Diner on the daily, or just because it’s Riverdale — and Riverdale is spooky. The Devil’s holiday was a year long thing in the town. Everyday felt like Halloween for civilians of the small town. You felt like your life was the holiday on repeat — you were just dressing as yourself with a fake mask.

You felt like Halloween wasn’t much of a big deal. The only thing you truly liked about it was the dressing up. The iconic Mean Girls quote bounced off the walls of your brain when you argued with your brother as you two got out of the car, “In Girl World, Halloween is the one day a year when a girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girls can say anything else about it.” You quoted to yourself and your brother beside you who rolled his eyes.

Your brother, Sweetpea, had been ranting about how you dressed too sexy and exposed, afraid some guy was going to try to make a pass at you. You were dressed as Lola Bunny from Looney Tunes, a character you had admired since you heard about her. The costume was more exposed than you generally dressed from day-to-day. Short shorts, a crop top that was basically a sports bra and bunny ears. “Come on, Sweets! Stop being like this, you know I never dress like this.”

“So why are you starting now?” He squinted his eyes at you. You know his argument was coming from a place of kindness and being the protective brother he was, but it was still annoying.

“Just give me a break, please?” You huffed, “By tomorrow, I’ll be back in my cute little Betty Cooper dress with a Serpent jacket, don’t you worry.” You rolled your eyes and poked the sides of your brooding brother who just rolled his eyes once more.

Then a thought popped into his small mind.

“You’re dressed like that for Cheryl Blossom.” He snapped his fingers in front of your face. The two of you were walking down the crowed driveway of Thistlehouse. It was the night of Halloween, and Cheryl Blossom had decided to throw a Halloween bash.

“I’m not.”

“You so are.”

“No I am not!”

“You’re blushing and everything!” He laughed and pointed at your blushing cheeks at the thought of your crush on the schools most popular girl. You have had a crush on Cheryl since the closing of Southside High and the enrollment to Riverdale High. You were expected to hate her because you were a Serpent, but you couldn’t help but be completely drawn in by her.

You never said anything about liking her to her ever, especially once she started dating Toni Topaz — one of your old kindergarten best friends. Your friendship had died out even if she was best friends with your brother and mutual friends.

The two of you got to the front door before inviting yourselves in, quickly seeing your close circle of friends by the corner.

“Y/N! Look at you!” Kevin whistled as the duo got closer. You blushed as your friends complimented you each, Veronica squeezing your arm, “Damn, you look hot!”

Archie rolled his eyes before taking Veronica by her hips and back into his chest, “Yeah, Y/N you look good. Great costume.” Him and Veronica dressed as Hercules and Megara.

“Thanks, Arch.”

“You look amazing, Y/N/N. I see you’re getting out your comfort zone.” Betty commented playfully as she took a sip from her red cup. You lightly chuckled before noticing her outfit as well, her and Jughead dressed as Sandy in the latex suit and Danny Zuko from Grease, “I could say the same to you, Betts. I see you’re in the last musical number of Grease.”

“Don’t I just look positively dashing in my costume?” Jughead sarcastically said, pushing out jazz hands towards you, referring to his Serpent leather jacket and sloppily slicked back hair. You rolled your eyes before taking the drink Sweetpea handed towards you, “Sure, Jug. Sure.”

After that, the group fell into light conversation that was filled with laughs and jokes. “I see Choni is back together.” Veronica commented, taking a sip of her alcohol as she eyed the ex-couple.

“What?” You furrowed your brows before glancing towards Sweetpea and looking behind you at the sight. You knew you never had an actual shot with Cheryl, but the fact she wasn’t dating Toni anymore helped the hope that filled in your chest that maybe, just maybe, she would like you back.

You felt like you couldn’t compete with a girl like Toni Topaz, who was perfect in every way.

Cheryl and Toni had a couples costume. The redhead was Poison Ivy while Toni was Harley Quinn. They looked perfect.

And yet.

You sighed and turned back around with a shrug, “They’re Choni, how could they not?”

No one else knew about your crush on Cheryl besides Sweetpea. It was stupid for you to tell him because he constantly made jokes about it and teased you til the sun rose. You expected him to hate you for it, but it was the opposite. He hadn’t seen you so head-over-heels for someone since your ex-girlfriend from Southside High, who thankfully got transferred to Seaside High. That relationship was the definition of a heartbreak mess.

“Have you guys seen what Ethel is wearing?” And just like that, the topic was dropped.

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After you danced with Veronica and your friends a few times, you went outside to get fresh air and away from the sweaty bodies and atmosphere that surrounded you. You found a door by the dining table that lead to the quiet outside porch. When you slid the door open, Cheryl Blossom was leaning against the wooden railing with a cigarette between her fingers and a face of confusion.

You thought about going inside but as soon as you turned, she spoke to you. “You can join me, if you want. I don’t bite.” She took another hit from her cigarette before her arm hung over the side of the railing lazily, she blew the smoke with a soft cloud.

“I didn’t take you as a smoker.”

She shrugged, “Daddy smoked all the time before he died. So did Jason.” she cleared her throat, looking off to the dark, midnight distance, “I don’t usually smoke.”

You nodded before taking your spot beside her, your forearms leaning against the wooden banister like she was. She held the cigarette in front of you, offering it to you. You took it before placing it in your lips — you felt her watching you. “I didn’t take the golden girl of the Southside as a smoker either.”

You blew the smoke from your lips easily, “I grew up in a biker gang, what did you expect?” The two of you lightly giggled before you shook your head, “I actually got smoking from my father too. He does it everyday, all the time. Our trailer, clothes, furniture — all of it, smells like his cigarettes. They’re so normal that you even get burned with them.”

The redhead rose her eyebrows before glancing towards you, who now looked into the midnight distance. You glanced at her, her brown eyes melting into your own. “I tend to overshare.” You airily chuckled before passing the cigarette back to the redhead.

“According to Toni, I don’t share enough.” She quietly scoffed. You smiled towards the redhead with a smirk, “Aw, trouble in paradise?”

She rolled her eyes at you, “Shut up.”

“I was just joking, Cheryl.” You laughed at the small pout on her lips. “If you, like, need to talk .. I’m here.”

She looked over at you and sighed, a few beats of silence, “I broke up with her because I was attracted to someone else and I couldn’t disrespect Toni with having feelings for her and someone else. And .. we didn’t plan on going as Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn together it just . . . happened.”

You couldn’t lie and say your heart didn’t sing at the fact she was indeed single and she had a crush on someone that could be you. “What’s the problem besides an accidental couples costume.”

“I’m not sure the girl I like, likes me back.” She looked at you with masked hopeful eyes. She wanted some type of clue to see if you liked her back, but you kept up tall, guarded walls around you when it came to romance and relationships. There was a rumor you had a thing for Veronica, but that was quickly denied. But even after that, the towns most strategic and sneakiest gossips couldn’t get to the bottom of who the golden girl from the Southside wanted to truly date and fall in love with.

You glanced at her with a shrug, “Tell her you like her. If she doesn’t, then she’s simply a fool.” You left it at that and walked back inside where you felt like you took your first true deep breath.

“Y/N! Where were you? We should dance!” Veronica took your hand and tried guiding you into the pool of sweaty, drunk high schoolers but you were pulled away by your other hand and pushed into someone.

You were pulled into Cheryl’s chest, you hands on the side of her shoulders to catch yourself.

The next thing you knew, she had her hand on your cheek, a hand on your waist and her lips on yours. It was warm, and gentle, a kiss you had been dreaming and imagining about since the middle of sophomore year. “Are you a fool, Y/N?” She mumbled when the two of you pulled away.

You cheeks were red, your pupils were dilated and your skin burned with her touch. “I suppose not, Blossom.” The two of you smiled before she kissed you again, and again, and again.

The entire night was filled with dancing, Cheryl Blossom with her hands on your waist as you refilled your cup of alcohol, and the never ending teasing of your friends.

Maybe Halloween wasn’t as terrible as you thought it would be.

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bughead-in-the-comics · 2 months

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Jughead imagines married life with Betty in Holi-Daze into the Future, World of Archie Double Digest #135 (2024).

#bughead #jughead jones #betty cooper #archie andrews #veronica lodge #old comics #digest comics #world of archie double digest #bughead high school #bughead winter #bughead imagine #bughead adult #bughead married #bughead food #bughead cooking #bughead eating #holi-daze into the future #♥

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zaceouiswriting · 2 years

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The gay and the jocks (2)

Character: Connor Rowland (OC) x male reader, Archie Andrews x male reader, Chuck Clayton x male reader

Universe: Riverdale

Warnings: Smut

You would’ve never thought, that Chuck actually would agree to your proposal. Thinking, that he was someone who wouldn’t share anything, except himself of course. His ego was bigger than the Empire State Building itself.

But since the day you had confronted him, he slowly became different. Being near you almost all the time, asking for the dates he had promised and so on. Not even your friends, could really make something out of it. But Archie and his friends, easily could make the connections.

At some point, you got confronted by them, especially Archie. „Are you in a relationship with Chuck?“, he asked angrily. Thinking you try to cheated on your boyfriend with him. But you only laughed at his accusing tone.

„Not anymore. We aren’t together anymore, since the day at the lockers, Archibald. I learned that he cheated on me, every football season, with another girl. So no, but I promised him to go on dates and even reconsider taking him back at the end of the year.“

You laid your cards out in the open. The girls were confused at that. Thinking that you had a mental problem or something like this. But you just smiled at them. „I really love him. Yes I’m disgusted with him, but I hope he finally learns what pain he is causing, when he sees me, with other guys. Especially his friends,“ you explained to them, „So yes, maybe I use guys to hurt my ex-boyfriend, but the deal is perfect for both sides. If they don’t want to, no one would ever know. Except for you Archibald, because you needed to get your friends involved.“

Before you left the three of them, you turned around a last time, „But I liked your video Archibald.“

As you walked by the boy toilets, a hand appeared out of it, pulling you inside. You were build enough to protect you from an attacker, but the bulldogs letterman jacket let you stop in your attempt. Just letting you sucked into the bathroom.

Short blond neck hair, was the first thing you saw. Before the guy pushing you along, until you both were in one cubicle. „Well if this isn’t Connor Rowland.“ A smile over your face, looking at the attractive guy in front of you.

He was nervous, playing with his jacket, trying everything to not need to meet your eyes. As you laid your hand on his, he finally glanced at your eyes, his piercing green ones, let you feel naked. „You don’t need to be nervous. What can I do for you?“, you asked as nicely as and as slow as you, without him feeling like you thought he was slow himself.

Finally he gave one of his award winning smiles from you. Not the best at football, but at least he could become a model at some point.

„I heard that you would be maybe open to-to get… ahmm… you know,“ he tried to be confident, but because he was so far out of his comfort zone, he could get anything meaningful out.

But you stopped him either way as he tried again, „Come to my house after school and we can talk, okay? You don’t need to be all tough and confident in front of me,“ you tried to build him up, but wasn’t really successful. Without asking him, you fished his phone out of his pocket and opened it.

„Not even locked? Don’t you need to hide anything? No naked pics, or videos of you masturbating? Girls doing shit for you?“, you asked invasively as you punched your number and address in his phone. Without looking at his gallery or anything.

As you gave it back to him, you finally saw the deep red blush on his cheeks, „No you can’t tell me, that you haven’t… are you a…“ You stopped yourself, before he could feel embarrassed at anything you might have said. „I hope I see you later.“ You gave him a squeeze and even a little cheek kiss, before walking past him, out of the room.

You never would’ve thought, that Connor would be your first, but apparently, he needed you more, than any other guy you have ever met.

After school, it did not took long, until Connor was at your door. Nervously shifting in his place, looking away from the door, in the beautiful front garden. A project you had with your mother, before she got back in her job.

„Come on in, I don’t bite… At least not until you ask me.“ Of course, the little joke, made the situation not better and you needed to clam this poor guy down. He was a nervous wreck for some odd reason.

But as you two got in your clean bedroom, he gawked as if he had never seen a room like yours, „Man what the fuck? What is all of this stuff?“, he asked holding up your game console. Which led you to looking him up and down, utterly confused. You never saw him without the jacket. He looked like a church boy. Except for his hair being messy all the time and not perfectly cut in sides.

„Do you don’t have game console or things like it at your home?“, you asked curiously. He immediately became uncomfortable again. Seemingly trying to avoid a conversation about it.

„My parents don’t allow devils stuff like this,“ he mumbled almost silently in front of him. Not looking into you eyes. Now you finally knew what all of this is about. Why he was so nervous, almost fainting at your joke.

Without and indication, you walked over to him, while he still starred at your walls. Engulfing him from behind, your arms just so reaching around his trained body. He stiffened up, but as you did not let go of him, he at some point, became relaxed. „Always remember, the real false preachers, are those, who spew hatred and disgust for things other people love, like art.“

„Sometimes I believe, that religion is wrong, my parents are forbidden so much and saying that so many people are going to hell. And I would be one of them.“ He almost began to cry. Obviously never had told a soul about his struggle.

„As long as you love, nothing can be false… Okay with a few exceptions, like animals children and so on, you get my drift, right?“, you out of the sudden, got out of this hard topic. He chuckled lowly, as he saw you trying to let him feel better.

Now it was on him to surprise you. You only felt him shifting his weight a bit, before he pushed you away a bit, just to grab you again and then kiss you. For a moment, you believed to hear the bells of heaven ring in your ears. His lips softer than even velvet itself or a big sheep.

But it did not stayed at this one lonely kiss, he in fact, did not let your lips be, for quite a while. At some point even slipping his strangely skillful tongue in your mouth. So many questions filled your head, while he began to handle you.

Lifting you up and carrying you effortlessly over to your bed, where you finally were able to disconnect your lips, „You had training, right?“, asking him out of breath.

He just shook with his head, „Nope this was my first kiss.“ This confession, made your head spin. How could this be his first kiss? Even Chuck wasn’t as good as he in kissing and this man had a lot of practice.

„I hope you are not only a natural in kissing.“

„We will see,“ he confidently whispered into your ear, giving your erection a hefty boost.

As he handled you again, this time to get you on your stomach, he did it as if he had done it a million times. His hand fiddling your pants of just as easy, even when he couldn’t see anything. With getting it of your body, he also grabbed your underwear, stood up and took them off of you in one smooth pull.

„You can’t tell me, you haven’t trained!“, you finally exclaimed, just as his tongue masterfully, began to open you up. Which brought a sudden moan deep from inside of you.

„Just watched a lot of porn at friends places. Never done anything, with anyone.“ The last point, he whispered again, only this time against your puckering hole, which made it very hard for you to hear.

At least he was phenomenal at foreplay. His tongue prepping your hole, while his hands, massaged your body. Played with your nipples, gracing your slight six pack, but especially, your legs and cheeks. He knead them hard, which made the experience only better.

Until he finally come up to you again. His shirt gone, by now, letting you feel his trained body, rubbing against your back. His hard dick, thick and long, was firmly between your cheeks, rubbing up and down your entrance. Making you hornier every second that gone by.

„Please,“ you whispered begged at some point, which only made Connor chuckle.

„If you beg more, I might hear you out,“ he whispered back, while biting your earlobe, sucking at it.

Moans about moans filled the room, while he just tortured you. It just became clear to you, that Connor was a special kind of sexual partner and you loved every second of it. You loved being dominant, but sometimes, just sometimes with the right guy, you also as it seemed needed to be submissive, let them do to you whatever they wanted.

That was exactly what you told him, a moment later, under much moaning and „Please“ calling.

He finally relented. And pushed his dick in, not just his head, but the entire fucking thing, it felt enormous outside of you but inside? It felt like it was ripping you apart! Still not as big as Chuck, but a bit longer. That a church boy could be such a monster in bed?

Your head was gone at that point. That this thing, just completely got into you with this little of prep and without lubricant? It should’ve burned or something, but there was nothing. Only the feeling of fullness.

His first few strokes, were slow, making sure you felt good. As enough moans came out of your, he finally began his masterplan. Fucking you, utterly sense and useless. And man did he do a good job.

Long and hard strokes, then short and fast or fast and long strokes. He came in you, two times in approximately ten minutes, without stopping or even failing at any moment. Like a machine, he was drilling you. At this point, your prostate pulsated. You had lost count of how many times yourself came in this short amount that had gone by.

But everything broke down, when a loud knock and the doorbell ringing could be heard. Connor stopped in his tracks, fearing that someone could’ve heard your loud fucking.

It did took you a moment, to collect yourself, as Connor slowly took his cock out of your ass, „Wait here, I look who is down there,“ you told him, while you stood up on wobbling legs. Just throwing over a bathrobe, before walking slowly downstairs. The pain, in your behind already evident.

As you opened the door, you did not looked too pleased at the person, „Why the fuck are you here?“, you asked rather rudely. But your flushed red face, was already an indicator for something happening.

„I wanted to ask you, if you had time to do something,“ he stated calmly, trying to get on your good side. Still with a confused side glance over your head.

„Sorry, but I’m rather… preoccupied. So if you could go please?“

Now it dawned on Chuck, what he had heard beforehand, „You already have someone in your bed?“, he asked hurt.

You could only roll with your eyes, „Should’ve I asked you that the first or second time you ignored me trough football season, where you had side bitches? Or maybe, when you kissed one of almost hundred of girls, while we were together? The only difference between me and you is, that I did not cheat. So now please go, I want to get back!“

„Are you coming back or should I go?“, you heard Connor calling down to you.

„Wait for a second!“, you screamed back. But as you faced Chuck again, he stood there with an open mouth.

„You are having sex with Connor? The shy church boy Connor?“, he asked in utter disbelieve.

„If you wouldn’t, he could’ve find someone else, he is hot as fuck and the la… You know what? How about we go to Pop’s when I can walk again? So in three or four days? Making it our new first public date?“

The sudden invitation, took Chuck by surprise, he could only nod in the moment, which made you smile at him again, „Perfect, see you then or in school,“ you told him, before closing the door in front of him. Ignoring the flowers he had brought.

You wanted nothing more, than run up the stairs and get back where you had left, if your legs wouldn’t be so weak!

As you finally got back in your bedroom, Connor laid on his back, lazily stroking his massive dick, holding it upright, „Okay you had your fun! Now I want to ride you into oblivion!“ You stated, just before you threw the bathrobe away, and sinking yourself on Connors dick. Moaning and praising him for being a natural.

For hours was nothing but moaning and the occasional scream to be heard from your home. As it became late, Connor was finally completely empty.

As he was leaving, you woke up, form him rattling with his belt. „You don’t need to go, you can sleep here if you want. My parents will not come back until in a few weeks, maybe,“ you groggily told him, while holding your hands out to him. You could see how he wanted to argue, but already after a minute of thinking, he took his clothes off completely and cuddled himself at your back.

His again already hard dick, pressed between your cheeks, while you both fell into a deep slumber.

Connor was already late, so his punishment would be the same, as if he wouldn’t get home at all. So he just wanted to enjoy at least one night in his life.

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hiddenwritingsintheworld · 10 months

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SO MANY STORY IDEAS

I just keep coming up with new story ideas and yet Midnight rain sits here staring at me like "Momma.....Im a good series....finish me"

But I recently restarted Riverdale and.....whew....FP Jones ;)

FP Jones....a forbidden romance turned wrong and bitter.....oh lord jesus someone help me....talk me out of writing some FP Jones Smut LOL

I know I need to work on Midnight Rain when Im not studying and learning my new job but dammit....I cant help what my brain comes up with

#fp jones smut #fp jones x reader #fp jones #FP x REader #Riverdale #archie and betty #archie and friends #archie andrews #archie adventure series #chris evans imagines #chris evans x reader #chris evans x wife!reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x you #chris evans series #au series

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wxckedwxrld · 7 months

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𝘙𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘐𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴

PSA: these writings ARE NOT MINE. This is a list of fanfiction I have read during october and November. All credit goes to the original and rightful writers.

𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚜

𝙹𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜

𝚁𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎

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ghxst-heart · 2 years

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ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ғɪʀᴇ ─ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴇᴀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ? Yes, by Anon!

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Teenaged pregnancy was never easy, but when (Y/N) and Sweet Pea are members of Riverdale’s most infamous gang, the stress increases tenfold. When a member of the Serpents is wrongfully accused of murdering a Northsider, chaos ensues, and Fangs isn’t the only one clinging for life after he’s released.

ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Angst, light fluff, teenage pregnancy, miscarriage (no discription of event), descriptions of depression and depressive topics (miscarriage and the father's feelings about it)

ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪɴғᴏ: Pronouns used are She/Her/Hers, AFAB!Reader, SouthsideSerpent!Reader, Established Relationship with Sweet Pea, Written from Sweet Pea's POV

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: Fem!Reader, Romantic!Sweet Pea X Reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 7.3k

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜɪꜰᴛ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴍɪɴɪ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea was seeing red. His body was fuming with anger, his hands shaking as he raced through Riverdale. Everywhere his dark eyes looked, people were rioting. Cars were on fire, people were smashing windows, and fights were breaking out. He had never seen anything like it, but he could understand why it was happening. He had a burning rage within him. His chest ignited with a wrath that he had never felt before. He wanted to destroy everything within his path and cause those Northsiders the same pain he was feeling.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎They ripped his child away from him, and he would make them pay.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎He decided to start with Riverdale High, where his troubles began. It was there that Midge was murdered, it was there that Fangs was arrested, and it was those people that hurt (Y/N) and took his child away. When he arrived, the front door was busted, and he could hear his fellow Serpents’ wild whoops and hollers as they destroyed the school.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Serpents!” Sweet Pea shouted as he crossed the threshold of the school. His eyes glowed with vengeance as his voice resounded through the entrance hall, earning the attention of the Serpents on the school's first floor. A few bounded down the stairs, curious to hear what their unofficial leader had to say. Sweet Pea watched them crowd around him, their chests heaving with adrenaline and their mouths pulled into sick grins. His eyes slowly took them in, sneering as he spoke. "(Y/N) is in the hospital. Those Northside assholes hurt her tonight, and she lost the baby. My child is gone, Fangs could die, and the Northside is to blame! What are we gonna do about it?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎As he told the Serpents the news, they started to bounce with anticipation and their fists clenched with irritability. One of them turned and kicked a trash can, sending it barrelling down the hallway as trash flew out of it. A menacing grin stretched across Sweet Pea’s lips as he raised a fist, his hand forming the sign of the Serpents. "I said, what are we gonna do about it?!”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Let’s bring ’em hell!” A Serpent shouted, earning cries of agreement from the surrounding crowd.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Hell, yeah!” Sweet Pea affirmed, watching as the Serpents around him raised their sign, eyes alight with a new type of fire. "Let’s burn Riverdale to the ground!”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The Serpents rallied with one another, shoving each other with a newfound intensity to their motives of destroying the town. Sweet Pea took off in a path of violence, pulling his switchblade from his pocket to slash through posters and throwing his fists through the glass in the classroom doors. He was on a rampage, blood boiling as he destroyed anything within reach. Punching lockers, kicking glass displays, dragging his switchblade through the walls. He was a hurricane of destruction, and he wasn’t going to stop any time soon.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Maniacal laughter fell from Sweet Pea’s lips, his eyes wild with a twisted type of glee as he ransacked the school. His body was still shaking with anger, but the act of wrecking one of the places that the Northsiders held so dearly was like a breath of fresh air. A misguided sense of clarity settled into his mind, telling him that this was helping him deal with the grief of losing his son. This had to help him. He didn’t know how else to handle it.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The only sounds heard throughout the school were the Serpents shouting as they defaced anything in their paths. It was a beautiful sound to Sweet Pea. It was the sound of justice, rebellion, and revenge. This was what the Northside deserved. They deserved to watch their home burn, to watch it topple to the ground at the hands of those they spit and stepped on since the town’s founding. It was time for the Serpents to take back Riverdale, and Sweet Pea would be the leader of it all.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea stabbed his switchblade into the wall, dragging it down with him as he descended the stairs, ready to rain hellfire down onto the next precious building that the Northside loved. The blade slashed through a poster of the original Riverdale High building, his lips curling into a grin as a furious yell escaped them. He threw a desk over, his determined steps never ceasing, even when Archie Andrews asked him to.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Serpents, stop!” Archie shouted at the other end of the hall where Sweet Pea stood. Sweet Pea sneered, his eyes bright with a beastly type of glee as he strode down the hallway, eager to take his anger out on the redheaded Northsider.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎He darkly chuckled, turning to address his fellow Serpents as he continued down the hallway, walking backward with his arms spread wide. "Well, fellas, looks like we found some Bulldogs to put down.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea sneered as he faced the group of Northsiders again, eyes narrowed into a glare as the Andrews boy tried to defend his side of town. "Sweet Pea, I swear, Reggie didn’t shoot Fangs. It was Mrs. Klump.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Bull!” Sweet Pea spit, “I saw Mantle with the gun!”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Then you also saw me tackle him before he got a shot off!” Archie countered, his voice raising defensively. "It was Midge’s mom. She’s down at the station.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Yeah?” Sweet Pea’s brow twitched, taking the redhead’s resistance as a challenge. "And Fangs is still clinging to life. Did you know that (Y/N)'s at the hospital right now? You mangy mutts hurt her, and now you better pray to whoever the hell you think protects you because you people killed my kid.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea snarled, his lip curling with a horrible disdain directed toward the Bulldogs in front of him. The Northsiders were too stunned to speak, and Sweet Pea reveled in it. He glared at all of them, his jaw locked as he scornfully said, “And whether it was Reggie or Mrs. Klump who pulled the trigger or took my girl out, a Northsider put them there! You took our friend, our land, my son . . . And you’ll take everything if we give you the chance. So now you get to watch as we burn your school to the ground.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎As he spoke, Sweet Pea grabbed a trashcan and emptied it before hurling it into the trophy stand they stood beside, yelling in anguish before turning his fiery eyes to the Northside teens in front of him. They watched with wide eyes as they prepared to fight, bouncing on the balls of their feet as they tightened their grips on the baseball bats in their hands. Sweet Pea smirked, pulling his switchblade from his back pocket. He held it by his side, his fist so tight around it that his knuckles were turning white before he flicked it open, letting the blade shine threateningly under the moonlight filtering through the windows. His eyes never left Archie’s, his gaze sharp enough to cut him as his jaw clenched. He was prepared to rumble like never before. He was going to take the Northside down, Bulldog by Bulldog. He would go through all of them with a smile to avenge his son.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎But, he never got the chance to start. The front doors flew open to slam against the walls, earning the attention of the Serpents and the Bulldogs. Principal Weatherbee slowly entered, holding his own baseball bat over his shoulder as he looked over the teens before him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What the hell do you boys think you’re doing to my school?” Principal Weatherbee shouted, his eyes narrowed as he glared at the teens. Sweet Pea shifted, his fingers dancing over the cool metal of his switchblade as he stared down at the old man. He didn’t care about getting in trouble, especially not with Weatherbee of all people. He hated Riverdale High even before this; he’d gladly be expelled for destroying the property.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎What he wouldn’t do, however, was be thrown into a holding cell while (Y/N) was struggling to come to terms with losing their child, and he knew that was a possibility when Sheriff Minetta appeared beside Principal Weatherbee. His heart hammered in his chest, and he made the split-second decision to run.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Scatter!” Sweet Pea shouted, turning and bolting down the hallway that he came from. He could hear several pairs of feet pounding on the linoleum flooring, but all he cared about was getting out of there. He never looked back. He just kept running. Even after he escaped the school, he ran. He didn’t know where he was going or if he’d circle back to get his bike, but he somehow wound up in front of the hospital again.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Like the sheriff’s station, the hospital had a growing crowd of people surrounding the building, but his large, intimidating frame allowed him to push his way to the front doors with ease. He immediately spotted (Y/N) and Toni at the reception desk. (Y/N) was signing papers, her hand shaking as she repeated her signature across so many lines that she lost count. Sweet Pea knew she was stressing over how she would pay for everything; that was a conversation they’d had several times. It wasn’t as if her parents had good insurance; no one on the Southside did.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎It was as if all his anger disappeared the longer he stared at (Y/N). Just a few paces away, her hand running tiredly through her hair as she leaned on the counter, Toni rubbing soothing circles into her back as she checked herself out of the hospital. He found that happening a lot; he wasn’t angry anymore when he was near her. She brought him back from the ledge, back from his destructive habits. She was his safe space. And he left her alone in her time of need.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea took a shuddering breath, shuffling a few steps closer to her. His hand shook as he gently placed it on her shoulder, his heart breaking when she flinched under his touch. (Y/N) whipped around with a gasp, hands clenched by her sides before she realized who it was. Sweet Pea carefully watched her. He noticed how her arms twitched as if she wanted to hug him, but she stopped herself, and he noticed how she started to nervously chew on the inside of her cheek. Her lip quivered, her chin wobbling slightly as she fought back tears.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I’m sorry,” Sweet Pea whispered, reaching for (Y/N)'s hand. His eyes stung with unshed tears, and he knew he was on the verge of losing it, especially if she turned him away. He let out a long breath of relief when she let him take her hand in his, and he immediately pulled her into him. His fingers wove into her hair, holding her head to his chest as his other arm secured around her waist, his hand bunching the leather of her Serpent jacket. (Y/N) immediately started crying, staining his shirt with tears as her body shook horribly. Sweet Pea bowed his head, his face burrowing into her hair as he also began tearing up. "God, I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea felt (Y/N) shake her head, the movement limited by his tight hold on her. Her hands fisted into his shirt, pulling him closer to her. Sweet Pea sighed, raising his head so he could rest his chin on the top of her head. His eyes found Toni’s, and he mouthed a silent ‘thank you' as his arms tightened around (Y/N)’s body. Toni simply nodded, her face pulled into a tight, sad smile as her arms crossed over her chest uncomfortably. Sweet Pea knew she didn’t do well with emotions, and he couldn’t imagine how out of her element she felt. Sweet Pea wasn't good at handling emotions either, but having (Y/N) in his arms made it easier.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I shouldn’t have left.” Sweet Pea said, his fingers gently scratching (Y/N)'s scalp before he pulled away from her, his fingers cupping her face so she could meet his eyes. The remnants of mascara streaming down her face and her bloodshot eyes made him sadly shake his head, his thumbs running over the dark streaks and clearing her skin of the mess. "I shouldn’t have left you. I just . . . I just needed to break something. Or, honestly, a lot of things.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) hiccupped, her hands tracing invisible patterns over his torso as she shook her head. Her voice was quiet, sounding scratchy with exhaustion. "I know, I know.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as she sighed. Sweet Pea leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead, humming as he felt her relax into his body. He wrapped her in his arms again; he didn’t want to let her go. He’d gotten a lot of his anger out of his system, which didn’t mean he wasn’t any less furious, but he could ease his mind off of it the longer (Y/N) held onto him. He wanted to rip the Northside to shreds, but he could breathe and forget about it right now. He had his girl in his arms.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket, but he ignored it, wanting to keep even just a sliver of the somber peace they found themselves in. Instead, he simply held (Y/N) tighter, knowing that he was probably the only thing keeping her together right now. He shut his eyes, kissing the side of (Y/N)'s head as he held her to his chest. He felt her arms tighten around him, her arms looping up so her hands could grasp the backs of his shoulders. She had stopped crying, but her body still trembled with silent tears.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I love you, Sweets.” (Y/N) finally said. Sweet Pea almost didn’t hear her; she was so quiet. "So much.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea sighed, nodding as he pulled back once more to softly place his hands on the sides of her neck. Her eyes were glossy, but there weren’t any tears lining the waterlines. Yet, he knew that she wasn’t done crying. Their grieving process was going to be a long, long road. He rested his forehead on hers, the tip of his nose brushing hers. "I love you, too, baby.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) craned her neck up, letting her lips hover over his as she whispered, “We’ll get through this as long as you’re with me. I can’t do this alone, Sweet Pea.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You won’t be.” Sweet Pea was quick to assure her, his eyes never leaving hers. "I promise, (Y/N). I’ll always be by your side, always.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) nodded, her eyes closing as she eliminated the distance between them. She sighed as she kissed Sweet Pea, her hands moving to his chest to grab the lapels of his Serpent jacket. Sweet Pea returned the kiss with fervor, pulling her impossibly close as he poured everything he felt that night into her. Love, betrayal, fear, anger. Sweet Pea let a small groan fall from his lips when he pulled away from her, his chest heaving as he let out a long breath.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎His thumb brushed across the high point of her cheek, tickling her lower lashes as he met her eyes again. He could see everything she felt swimming in her irises. Exhaustion, love, grief, everything that he was feeling. His chest tightened, and he shook his head again, his heart heavy with the realization that he had hurt her by leaving.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“God, I’m sorry.” Sweet Pea said, his voice breaking as he felt a new wave of emotions wash over him. (Y/N) shushed him, her hand pushing his hair away from his forehead so she could see his eyes better.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) shook her head, and Sweet Pea watched as her eyes danced between his before she spoke. "You’re here now, Sweets. That’s all that matters.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea sighed and nodded, his hands running up and down her arms as he tried to push away what he was feeling. There were too many people around, and there was too much going on for him to lose his cool. Toni slowly stepped up to the couple, her hands playing with her phone as she glanced between Sweet Pea and (Y/N).

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I know things are really tense right now, but Jughead needs us at the Wyrm,” Toni informed them, clearing her throat as she broke the bubble Sweet Pea and (Y/N) had created. Sweet Pea huffed, nodding as he grabbed (Y/N)'s hand and wove his fingers into the spaces between hers. Then, the trio set off, piling back into Lucinda’s car so they could head to the Whyte Wyrm.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead met them out front, waiting with the rest of the Serpents that he could round up before leading them inside. Sweet Pea kept (Y/N) close by, only letting go of her hand as they got out of the car, and the couple settled near the pool table, their safe space in the bar. If (Y/N) wasn’t around, Sweet Pea always found solace at the pool table, focusing intently on the game to keep his mind off whatever was troubling him. Toni headed to the bar, snatching up three shot glasses and filling them with the first liquor she could grab before joining Sweet Pea and (Y/N). (Y/N) declined, partly still from the habit of looking out for her baby and partly from knowing that the painkillers the doctor had given her and alcohol wouldn’t mix well.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea gratefully took the shot, throwing it back in a large gulp and letting out a sharp breath as he set the glass on the table behind him. He slung his arm over (Y/N)'s shoulder, keeping her close as they waited for Jughead to say something. (Y/N) settled further into Sweet Pea’s body, her arms wrapped tightly around her stomach. Sweet Pea’s fingers found hers around her waist, and he gripped them tightly, essentially locking her against his body as her head rested on his chest.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead paced the center of the room, chewing on his fingernails as he thought. Sweet Pea carefully watched him, his teeth pulling his bottom lip into his mouth as his nerves started to get the better of him. Jughead was nervous, and it was putting Sweet Pea on edge. He didn’t like how Jughead was acting.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You got something to say, Jones?” Sweet Pea asked, his eyes narrowing as he looked over the smaller boy. Jughead glanced his way, his shoulders tense. Sweet Pea sighed, trying to act nonchalant as he rolled his eyes. "Spit it out, man.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead sighed, a hand running down his face in exhaustion. His fingers gripped his jaw, his eyes downcast as he prepared to speak. Sweet Pea’s shoulders straightened, knowing this would be a colossal information bomb. His grip on (Y/N)'s hand tightened, and his body shifted slightly as Jughead began to speak.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“The Ghoulies have been released,” Jughead announced, pausing to let the information sink in. Whispers erupted around the bar, each Serpent now suddenly on edge. Sweet Pea felt (Y/N)'s spine straighten against his chest, letting a small amount of space take residence between their bodies. Sweet Pea scowled, and his heart hammered in his chest, but he fought with himself to remain centered. He couldn’t let his anger get the best of him, not anymore tonight. Jughead held a hand up, silencing the murmuring around him. "They’re attacking Pop’s as we speak. Now, I’ve called my dad, and -- “

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No.” Sweet Pea interrupted, letting go of (Y/N)'s hand and taking a step away from her. He felt (Y/N) reach out for him, he heard her quietly ask him to stop talking, but his protective streak pushed away his want to listen to her. So instead, he took a menacing step closer to Jughead, “No, we’ve gotta do something. We can’t let them just storm back into town like they own the place, okay? We can’t allow that.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“We’re not doing anything, Sweet Pea.” Jughead sternly said, pointing a finger in his direction as he raised a brow at him. "We’re going to lay low, okay?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea scoffed, rolling his eyes as he squared his shoulders, preparing to go head-to-head with Jughead over the matter. "You’re really just gonna make us sit here and do nothing? No, not me. I can’t just sit here -- “

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead rushed Sweet Pea, grabbing the lapels of his jacket and forcing him into the column behind him. Sweet Pea grimaced as his back made contact with the post, but he kept the pain off his face. Instead, he glared at Jughead, shaking his head as the Jones boy tried to intimidate him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You don’t have a choice, Sweet Pea. You’re staying put.” Jughead shoved against him again, and this time, Sweet Pea retaliated and pushed Jughead off him. Sweet Pea’s face hardened, his jaw clenching as he gathered himself.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You said it yourself. The Ghoulies are back!” Sweet Pea shouted, standing to his full height and stepping toward Jughead.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead shook his head, turning away from Sweet Pea. "We will deal with them. As soon as my dad gets back -- “

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Oh, so you’re not our leader, all of a sudden?” Sweet Pea countered, eyes narrowed as he pointed at Jughead. He watched Jughead’s face fall at his words, which only emboldened him. "Oh, no, that’s right. You’re just the guy that got Fangs shot! You’re just the guy that got my son killed!”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Watch it,” Jughead warned, but Sweet Pea barrelled over his words.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“And now, Fangs might die! And the Ghoulies are out for our blood because of the drag race you started.” Sweet Pea menacingly said, his finger on Jughead’s chest before he shoved him back. Jughead had planted his feet so he couldn’t stumble backward, but the action did throw his shoulders back.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead fell silent, and in the quiet, Sweet Pea glanced toward (Y/N). Her eyes were focused on the floor, her bottom lip quivering as she tried to keep her reaction to Sweet Pea’s harsh words inside. Sweet Pea’s shoulders dropped, his angry stance disappearing instantly when he realized how crass he’d been with his words. Jughead sighed, bringing Sweet Pea’s attention back to him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“An hour. That’s all I’m asking for, Sweet Pea.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea felt his walls building back up, and he shook his head, rolling his eyes as he turned away from Jughead. He needed space; he needed time away from everyone. He marched toward the back door, fist pounding on the post Jughead had pinned him to as he passed it. He heard the shocked whispers and exclamations at his revelation, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. The Ghoulies coming back was just the icing on the cake, another thing he had to worry about. Another thing he had to protect (Y/N) from. He slammed the door shut behind him, taking a deep breath of the crisp April air. His back collapsed against the brick wall before his shoulders slumped forward as he braced his hands on his knees.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea closed his eyes and shook his head, mentally cursing himself for being so cruel in how he spoke about (Y/N)'s miscarriage. He knew he hurt her. He knew his unexpected words ripped open the incredibly fresh wound of losing their unborn child. God, why did he have to do that? Why was he always saying the wrong thing?

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The door opened and softly shut beside him, a stark contrast to his entrance into the alley. He knew immediately who it was, even if she hadn’t spoken yet. Even as a Serpent, (Y/N) was always so much more gentle than anyone he knew. She was too good to be a Serpent, but it was her right to be one. The Serpents raised her; she wouldn’t be where she was today if it weren’t for them.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I know you’re feeling a lot of emotions right now, Sweets, but I think you should apologize to Jug.” (Y/N) softly said. Sweet Pea sighed, and his head hung lower, shame rolling through his body. Just another emotion he had to pack away for the night.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea steeled himself, letting his shoulders straighten, so his entire back rested on the brick behind him. He shoved his hands into his pockets and let his eyes wander toward the sky. He could see Orion's Belt, one of the only constellations he knew. Of course, he wouldn’t know any of them if it weren’t for his first date with (Y/N). She had convinced him to go stargazing, laying out an old, tattered blanket on the edge of Sweetwater River with their Serpent jackets as pillows as she pointed out all the different constellations. Sweet Pea’s head lolled on his shoulder, eyes immediately finding (Y/N)'s. She was leaning against the brick with one shoulder, her arms crossed over her chest as she peered up at him through wet lashes. She had been crying, and Sweet Pea started spiraling into another round of self-deprecating thoughts.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea dryly chuckled, shaking his head as he turned to her, mimicking her stance. "I should apologize to you first.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) hummed, nodding as she bit her lips. She reached out and took Sweet Pea’s hand, her hand so small compared to his. "While I would appreciate an apology, Jug is our honorary leader. He’s under a lot of stress right now. We all are, and you lashing out at him isn’t helping. He comes first right now.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No, he doesn’t.” Sweet Pea immediately said, shaking his head as he stood up off the wall. He stepped closer to (Y/N), his free hand brushing a strand of hair from her face as he urged her to meet his eyes. "You’ll always come first for me, (Y/N). Baby, I hurt you, and I am so fucking sorry. God, I’m sorry.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) stared up at him, her eyes still rimmed with redness from the emotions of the night’s events. The corners of her eyes were starting to become irritated, a sign that she had been wiping her tears far too often. Sweet Pea’s face softened, and his eyes dropped to her neck, where a single chain hung. One of his rings was looped around it, a sign that she was forever his. He wanted her to wear it on her finger, but the drastic difference in the sizes of their hands wouldn’t easily allow that, so they opted for her to wear it around her neck. Regardless, however she wore it, it was still a symbol that she was it for him. He just hoped that he was it for her, that he was the one she would spend her life with.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I know you are.” (Y/N) said, her fingers squeezing his as she sighed. "And, yeah, I’m pissed as hell at you, but you coming back to me is more important. I hope you know that.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea nodded, his mouth drawn into a tight line as he struggled to grasp how mature (Y/N) was acting about everything. God, if he were her, he’d be giving her the silent treatment into the next century. He knew that anything he said next would be matched with a wise statement, conveying how much she loved him with such pretty words. Sweet Pea reached out and pulled her closer to him by her waist, the cool leather of her jacket feeling like ice against his hot skin before he leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on her lips. (Y/N) sighed against his mouth, the hand not holding his wrapping around his head to weave into his hair. She hummed, her eyes shut as she pulled away and rested her forehead against his. A small smile danced on her lips, the first one that Sweet Pea had seen all night, and he felt his lips twitch to return it.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Hmm, now that that’s settled, let’s go apologize to Jug, yeah?” (Y/N) asked, her eyes peering up at him with nothing but love.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea playfully groaned, throwing his head back in faux anguish. "You’re really gonna make me apologize to Jones? C’mon, baby, stop bein’ mean to me.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) giggled, biting her lip as she watched the playful boy she knew return. Everything had been so emotional, so serious, and Sweet Pea was grateful for this small break from it all. (Y/N) always knew how to make him feel better, even if his mood was to come back two minutes later. The couple reentered the Wyrm, (Y/N) intent on having Sweet Pea apologize to Jughead, but he was nowhere to be found. A part of Sweet Pea was relieved; he wasn’t sure he had it in him to apologize for wanting to defend and avenge his lost son.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead got the hour he wanted from Sweet Pea because it was near that long before he returned to the Whyte Wyrm, this time with Toni and Cheryl Blossom in tow. Sweet Pea hadn’t even noticed that Toni had left the Wyrm. (Y/N) had settled onto the pool table, sitting on the edge as Sweet Pea circled it with his pool cue in hand, but his movements ceased when Jughead threw open the doors with a newfound determination in his steps. Sweet Pea warily glanced toward (Y/N), rounding the table to stand beside her as his hand found its home on her thigh. (Y/N) immediately placed her hand over his, and Sweet Pea knew that Jughead’s anxious entrance had her throwing up her defenses. Something terrible had happened.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead found his way to the middle of the bar, again taking center stage as he prepared to drop even more news on the Serpents waiting for his command. Sweet Pea’s jaw clenched slightly as Jughead paced, and it never relaxed as Jughead spoke.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“The Ghoulies aren’t the only ones on the loose tonight,” Jughead announced, beginning his speech. Out of the corner of his eye, Sweet Pea saw (Y/N) turn her face toward him, her brows furrowed in questioning and a silent plea for him to keep his anger in check. His eyes flickered down to meet hers, and he gave her a slight nod before returning his attention to the Jones boy. Jughead had paused, looking at the Serpents around him. "Penny Peabody has made a return to Riverdale, and she captured Toni. I was only able to get her back on one condition: We rumble with the Ghoulies at dawn, or we ship out, and they get Sunnyside. She wants the Southside.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead could hardly finish his sentence before an uproar started throughout the small crowd of Serpents. Sweet Pea felt (Y/N)’s hand tighten over his, and he could see her body stiffen with fear. He had to admit that Jughead’s words sent a wave of panic down his spine, but he covered it with a hardened stare directed at the Jones boy. Sweet Pea’s eyes swept over the Serpents surrounding him, and he knew he had to speak up. They were tired of folding at other people's hands; they had to fight. They had to protect what was theirs. They’d already lost so much, they couldn’t just hand Penny Peabody the Southside like wounded puppies.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea opened his mouth to speak, but Jughead decided to voice his opinion on Penny’s ultimatum before anyone could get a word out. "Now, we don’t need anyone else getting hurt, not after tonight. I don’t see another way to avoid that, so I vote that we try to stall her until we can -- “

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No.” Sweet Pea interrupted, just as he had done earlier. He knew the power of his voice, how much that one word could instill fear in others, and he watched as Jughead’s eyes flew to him in questioning. Sweet Pea gave (Y/N)’s leg one last squeeze before he stepped away from her and into the small circle Jughead stood in. "It’s time we end the Ghoulie scourge and that traitor, Penny Peabody, permanently.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead had backed up, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched Sweet Pea attempt to rally the troops. His eyes narrowed at the tall Serpent, “Sweet Pea, two hours ago, your fight was with Reggie Mantle. Now you want us to go to war over territory that we don’t even control anymore? This is Hiram Lodge’s problem, not ours.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“So, you’re just gonna hand over Sunnyside Trailer Park, our home, to Penny and the Ghoulies?” Toni spoke up, standing from her seat beside Cheryl to join Sweet Pea’s opposition against their honorary leader.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Toni, I don’t want us to die. A rumble with the Ghoulies right now? It’s a suicide run.” Jughead said, taking long strides to stand before her. Sweet Pea’s fists clenched by his sides, his hand itching to reach for his switchblade, but he knew he couldn’t threaten Jughead. Serpent Law wouldn’t allow it.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“It’s better than a coward’s death.” Sweet Pea lowly said, opting to fight with his words over his switchblade. "Don’t we have to defend ourselves?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Calm yourself -- “ Jughead began, invading Sweet Pea’s space with a finger pointed in his face. Sweet Pea snarled, eager to use his fists in place of his words if it came to it, but the Serpent King seemingly materialized out of the shadows, ending the skirmish between Sweet Pea and Jughead.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“That’s enough!” FP Jones’ voice sounded, his tone loud and resounding in the small space of the Whyte Wyrm. Sweet Pea’s head flew over his shoulder, piercing eyes finding FP as he entered the circle in which Jughead, Sweet Pea, and Toni were facing off. His face was solemn as he looked at the Serpents around him, and Sweet Pea felt his heart drop. FP was the Serpent King for so many reasons, one being that he could hide his emotions as if it were second nature. But, Sweet Pea could see it in his eyes as he took slow, calculated steps into the middle of the Serpents. Something was wrong.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎FP sighed, his eyes meeting Jughead’s as he spoke. "I just got a call from the Sheriff’s office. Fangs, uh . . . “ FP trailed off, sharply inhaling as he shook his head. "He didn’t make it. He’s gone.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea’s shoulders slumped, and his gaze immediately fell on (Y/N). She looked pale as a ghost, and he knew she was blaming herself. If her jumbled words earlier that night weren’t proof enough of that, her glassy eyes and shaky hand covering her mouth as her head shook were a dead giveaway. Sweet Pea thickly swallowed, immediately disregarding all ill feelings toward Jughead as he crossed the small space and joined (Y/N), holding her tightly against his side as Jughead asked his father for confirmation that Fangs really was dead.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎FP nodded, stepping closer to his son with a new fire in his eyes. "And we will mourn him, hell yeah, we will. But first, we will honor him.” Sweet Pea let his eyes meet Jughead’s, a silent agreement to put their differing views behind them to follow FP’s command. (Y/N) let quiet sobs rack through her body, her face buried in Sweet Pea’s chest as FP continued to speak. "From what I just heard, it sounds like we need to put it to a vote. All those against going to war with the Ghoulies?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎A deafening silence settled over the Serpents, each filled with such fury toward Fangs’ and Sweet Pea’s son’s deaths that they wouldn’t even dare think of anything other than vengeance. Sweet Pea felt (Y/N) grip the fabric of his shirt in her fists, but she found it within herself to face the Serpents. He watched as her face darkened, her teeth grinding as her eyes narrowed. He could practically see as her grief morphed into something much more sinister and twisted than he felt as he trashed the school. Sweet Pea had never seen such a furious expression on someone’s face, but he felt inspired by it. He wanted to match it, to feel what she felt as they burned Riverdale to the ground.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“And all those for giving them hell on the battlefield tomorrow?” FP offered the other solution, his arm raising as his hand formed the sign of the Serpents. One by one, every Serpent in the room mirrored his stance. (Y/N)’s hand was the first one up, her knuckles turning white as her nails dug into her palms. She was going to do some incredible damage tomorrow, and something in Sweet Pea churned with fear, but the instinct that kept him alive, that core feeling always lingering beneath the surface, told him that he was going to do the same. They lost their son in one of the most brutal ways possible, and they would do anything to avenge him.

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