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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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Wisdom Removal

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The sound of high heels clicking against the linoleum floor of Riverdale high could be heard for miles and of course that sound was made by no one other than Cheryl Blossom. Her home life wasn’t the best and everyone knew that but this weekend just irritated her to no end. First her signature lipstick ran out and she had to go all around town to get such a shade of cherry red, she would’ve just ordered it and had it shipped to her house but she wanted an excuse not to be there so she didn’t have to be around her horrid mother. Speaking of her mother that’s her next reason for a terrible weekend, everytime Cheryl walked by her mother she would just spew this rancid tangent about how Cheryl is a disappointment to the family name. The only thing or in this case person that could turn her awful weekend around was Y/N L/N. She was like her slice of heaven after running through the deep dark depths of hell. But to no avail Cheryl could not find that said person she looked everywhere well- almost everywhere. She loathed talking to Veronica but this was her last hope of finding Y/N. Cheryl was on the war path so people made sure to stay out of her way and if they didn’t she shoved them. Cheryl finally made her way to Veronica. She clenched her teeth and crossed her arms, making Veronica stand tall waiting for the endless bickering they were about to face.

“Hello there heathen. Still got your daddy issues I see.” Cheryl spits and Veronica chuckles dryly.

“You still got your mommy issues? or do I need to give you some examples?” Veronica smirks and Cheryl laughs slightly.

“Enough with the foreplay. Where’s Y/N?” Cheryl said bluntly. Veronica furrows her eyebrows.

“Did you not hear she’s just got out surgery?” Cheryl’s froze cutting Veronica off.

“She’s- got out of what! I need to got find her.” Cheryl said practically sprinting to her car.

“Cheryl! You didn’t let me finish. She’s gonna be pissed when she finds out Y/N’s just getting her wisdom teeth removed.” Veronica chuckles and grabs her things getting ready for class.

You were at your house laying on the couch the laughing gas still in your system. You were staring at the ceiling when all of a sudden you heard the doorbell go off. You got up and hobbled off to the door. To your surprise you saw the most beautiful angel at the door. By that you mean you saw Cheryl not a literal angel but she was to you. You hugged her as soon as you opened the door.

“Cher your here how is the most beautiful girl in the world?” You asked her is a dopey grin and pulled her through the door sitting her on the couch along with yourself.

“What happened? Veronica told me you went into surgery but you seem fine. I think.” Cheryl says and you hugged her side smelling her hair.

“Well you see I had to get my wisdom teeth removed. But that’s besides the point are you finally getting along with Veronica. It’s a miracle you actually talked to her without me forcing you to.” You smiled up at her and played with the ends of her hair.

“Are you sure your okay? Your acting a little strange.” Cheryl asked and you nod.

“I mean I’m a little tired but I’m much better that your here. So I can say up a little while longer.” Cheryl smiles and shakes your head.

“No you should rest come on. I’ll tuck you in bed and wait till you fall asleep.” Cheryl says grabbing your hand and pulling you up. But you put up a bit of a fight trying to get up the stairs to your bedroom.

“No I’m not sleeping. Come Cheryl don’t be such a buzzkill I haven’t seen you all weekend I wanna listen to you talk while I pretend to not be distracted by your gorgeous face.” You blurt out and Cheryl blushes pushing you gently into bed.

“Fine how about we lay in bed together until you fall asleep.” Cheryl tries to reason with you and you shake your head.

“No what if you leave I don’t want you to leave. How about we cuddle and I’ll sleep. I know how much you like cuddling. I pinky swear.” You hold out your pinky and Cheryl giggles settling herself on your chest.

“Fine you dork. But I’m leaving if you don’t fall asleep.” Cheryl locks your pinky with hers and smiles.

“Deal.” You said wrapping your arms around her. This is the first time all week she found a sense of peace. She was glad you told her to stay because knowing herself she probably would’ve stayed anyway until you woke up but you didn’t need to know that. After a few minutes passed you cleared your throat.

“Hey Cheryl.” You said looking down at her and she nods looking back at you.

“I think you're really pretty. I’m not just saying that because you're my best friend I’m saying that because I really like you. But I’m not supposed to tell you that because it will ruin our friendship.” You say smiling sleepy at her. Cheryl blushes again hiding her face in your neck.

“How about this, if you remember any of what you just said right now you can take me on a date when your all healed.” Cheryl said and you don’t end up responding back she looked at your again. You were sound asleep. Cheryl was a little disappointed that you didn’t hear it but she hoped you did.

A little while later

You were the first to wake up. You don’t remember much but you remembered Cheryl came to see you. You looked at her sleeping peacefully on your chest and decided not to wake her up. You know she doesn’t get a lot of good sleep at home so didn’t want to reck this for her. You were about to sit up but her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at you remembering some of the things you said to her earlier.

“Hey Cher. Sorry I kept you here I was really out of it. I hope I didn’t ruin your plans or something.” You said and she shook her head.

“I had no plans other than looking for you at school.” Cheryl said and you smiled and hugged her gently.

“Rough weekend again?” You ask and she nods sadly.

“I’m sorry to hear that. I’m always here if you need me you know that.” You said rubbing her back softly and she nods.

“About that. Do you by chance remember what I said to you before fell asleep?” Cheryl asks you smile remembering your conversation before you fell asleep.

“Yeah something about me taking you out on a date when I get better. Does that ring any bells?” You grin and she plays your arm.

“That’s the one. You were serious right. About all the stuff you said. I just wanna make sure I wasn’t hearing things.” She asked you nod your head enthusiastically.

“I was serious about everything and if I could I would kiss you now but my face is still a little numb.” You said she giggles cutely.

“Don’t worry about that baby you’ll just have to do that after our date.” Cheryl smiles snuggling into your chest.

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Waldo Weatherbee walked calmly into the class. The buzz of chatter quieted as he scanned the room, the class waiting to see who was going to be snatched up by the latest of Riverdale’s dramas. After a few moments he pointed at Reggie. “Mr Mantle. With me. Now.” Reggie sighed as he stood up. He headed out of the class room with curious eyes fixed on him.

“What did he do?” Archie whispered as a new buzz of chatter took over the class.

“I heard he broke something in the library. Weatherbee is making him show the new student around that’d transferring today.” Kevin whispered back.

“New student? Only one? Maybe it’s Jug?” Betty said. Veronica reached over to give her arm a sympathetic squeeze.

“He would have said.” Archie pointed out.

“No need to worry my dear chums. I imagine I’ll have all the deets by second period and can fill you in.” Cheryl said from behind the small group. She smiled sarcastically as they all looked at her.

Out in the hallway Reggie was being filled in on his new duties. He was to babysit the new transfer student. He tried to object but Weatherbee pointed out that after the stunt he’d pulled recently, that resulted in the school hall being trashed, he would either show the new student around or be kicked off the football team. Reluctantly Reggie agreed and was led to Weatherbee’s office. He stayed by the door while Weatherbee stepped into the room.

“(Y/N). This is Reggie Mantle. He’ll be showing you around today. You have the same classes.” Weatherbee explained to you. When you looked over your shoulder to give Reggie a friendly but nervous smile you hesitated. Reggie was scowling at the floor. “You have everything you need? Time table, we’ve gone over everything… is there anything else you would like to talk about?”

“No Sir. Thank you. I’m all set.” You said politely. Reggie scoffed a little and rolled his eyes as you shook Weatherbee’s hand and turned to leave his office. You followed Reggie out into the hall. He didn’t wait or acknowledge you as you shuffled your backpack and plodded along after him.

“I’m (Y/N).” You said as you hurried to catch up with Reggie. He ignored you and continued to walk through the halls. Every now and then he would point to a room and say what it was. You tried to jot down a rough map with a notebook and pen once you realised that Reggie probably wouldn't help you again, once he felt he’d completed the task that had been forced on him. The tour was short and you felt that you managed to get to grips with the layout, though you would definitely end up getting mixed up with some of the corridors.

At one point he opened the door to a classroom. Several curious faces stared at you. Then he was off again, showing you the gym, auditorium and then finishing with the cafeteria as the bell for lunch rang. As soon as Reggie spotted someone across the room he left you. Clearly your efforts to make friends had failed. Sitting at a table by yourself you sighed and opened your backpack. When you closed it you found a red headed girl smiling at you from the other side of the table. You jumped a little, having not heard her sit down.

“You must be (Y/N). I’m Cheryl, the only name you’ll need to remember around these parts.” She said confidently.

“Oh. Yeah. I’m (Y/N).” You said awkwardly.

“Have you been living in our fair Riverdale long? Did you move from the city?” She pressed.

“Not… not long. My mom isn’t from here. I grew up in her hometown. But my Grandpa used to live across town but he bought a house not far from the school he rented it out until he was too old to take care of it. He passed away a while ago. My dad decided to move the two of us to town.” You explained. Cheryl’s smile tensed and she leant forwards.

“Across town? As in the southside?” She said the southside as if it was a dirty word. You frowned.

“Yeah. I guess… I didn’t realise it was such a big deal. We’re planning on fixing up the old house and renting it out. We’re moving into the house on Elm street.” You said hesitantly, unsure why Cheryl had tensed up.

“Oh. That’s where you live B!” Another girl said as she and a blond girl approached the table. “I’m Veronica. This is Betty and that hunk over there is Archie. You live on the same street as Archie and Betty.”

“Oh. I think your mom came over to greet us. She gave us potluck. I’m pretty sure that she implied that she thought my Dad murdered my Mom.” You laughed a little and Betty gave you a sheepish look.

“I’m so sorry! She gets these ideas and totally runs with them.” Betty said and laughed as she and Veronica sat down. “Did Reggie cover the school? With his tour.”

“Yeah. I’m pretty sure I’ve got everything down.” You said as you reached into your bag for your lunch box.

“Will you be trying out to be a vixen?” Cheryl asked suddenly.

“Excuse me?” You answered.

“A cheerleader. We’re all on the team.” Veronica explained.

“Oh. I’m not really into sports so I probably won't be.” You said, trying to be dismissive without being rude.

“Oh.” Was all Cheryl said.

Within a week everyone knew everything about you. At least that was how it felt. You fell in with Midge Klump and Ethel Muggs. The two of you had a study group that was so successful you managed to recruit a few people into joining. Cheryl, Betty and Veronica did little more than greet you if they passed by in the corridor. Occasionally you’d walk home with Betty and sometimes Archie as well but you did little more than wave to her across the road. In fact you spent more time with Archie’s father. Fred had been meeting with your dad to discuss the work that could be done on the two properties. They seemed to be familiar with each other. After pressing you found that he had gone to primary school with Fred and a few of his friends before your grandmother moved out of town with your dad.

Nothing much happened to you and your friend for a few months. There were whispers of drama that sounded so outlandish that you didn’t pay much attention.

On one morning Weatherbee interrupted the gathering in the study room. “(Y/N), could I have a word outside?” He didn’t sound irritated or upset but you nodded, gathering your things and leaving the room. Reggie watched carefully as you left the room. He often found himself looking out for you. Archie said he must have a crush on you but he always denied it.

“What can I help you with Sir?” You asked. Weatherbee’s face turned stern for a moment.

“I was wondering if I could assign you as a tour guide. You’ve not been here long and I thought you might be able to help the new students transition. I can give you a letter towards your college application.” He waited for you to take in what he said and smile slightly when you agreed.

“Of course Sir. Who will I be showing around?”

“We have several students from the southside school joining us in a matter of minutes. There are a few I thought you could help. Toni Topaz. Sweet Pea, Fangs Fogarty and Jughead Jones. Now Jughead used to go here so I imagine that he will fit back in.” Weatherbee excused himself as someone walked down the hall towards him. You went to wait at the front doors. Ethel waved at you as you hurried over.

“Have you heard the news?” She asked.

“Yeah. The other school has some students transferring.” You muttered as the two of you waited.

“No! The school was shut down. There was a drug ring under it. That guy Midge was hanging out with told her.” Ethel said excitedly. Both of you looked up to the speakers at the top of the wall as Weatherbee announced that the Southside school students would be joining the school. There was an explosion of activity. People shouted and argued about the news. Students suddenly flowed everywhere as you and Ethel waited. There was a lull as Veronica and Archie set up a table down the hall from the door.

“(Y/N)? Are you waiting for someone?” Veronica asked curiously. You showed her the slip of paper with the names of the new students on. She nodded and muttered something to Archie. “We’re setting up a welcome desk. If you want to help we can find the students you’re showing around in a moment.”

“Sure.” You said as you followed Archie to the copier room.

“You know Jug and I grew up together. We’re friends. He used to go here.” Archie said cheerfully.

“Oh so I won’t need to show him around?” You asked curiously.

“No. But he’ll probably let you, just to be nice. That’s Jug.” Archie said. He handed you a stack of class schedules and the two of you headed back to help Veronica finish up. The Southside students arrived shortly after that. Most were clad in the same leather jacket and some of them seemed impossibly tall. Veronica called them over to the welcome table and you tried to smile and look friendly. A few people in the corridors seemed to be staring or glaring their way.

Veronica welcomed the group and started to list what she had at the desk. Some looked uninterested at the things on the table while the one at front smiled slightly as if relieved at the welcome. Veronica was cut off by a sharp voice behind you. Turning you saw Cheryl, a group of Vixens and a gathering of the football players. Reggie was among them. As they got closer he made eye contact with you but glanced away rather quickly. The tension built quickly but you missed what was said as Reggie seemed to barge you away with the southside students and backwards in the crowd that had gathered. Jocie and Kevin, who had been quietly observing, were quick to help you find your feet as you stumbled backwards and tried to steady yourself. By the time you’d pushed your way back to the front of the crowd Archie had stepped in.

“That’s enough! Those of you that have assignments please help the new students get organised, everyone else to class.” Weatherbee said. People slowly started to disperse. Looking around you saw Ethel had found her group and was handing them sheets of paper from Veronica’s table. Archie said something to, who you assumed was, Jughead. He looked your way, nodded and grabbed a few sheets of paper from the table and said goodbye to Veronica before heading over.

“I’m Jughead.” He said as he held out his hand.

“(Y/N). I’m your assigned buddy.” You said cheerfully. It was hard to remain cheerful as the largest of the crowd had followed Jughead and was staring down at you.

“This is Sweet Pea.” Jughead added when he followed your gaze.

“I’m Toni, this is Fangs.” Toni introduced. She smiled when you looked down at your list and counted them.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you all. I’m showing you around this morning and then you have classes after lunch. We have the same classes so I’ll be around. Oh and my friends and I have a study class. We’re pretty full but Weatherbee said if we can get six more people to join we can move to a bigger class room. So, feel free to sign up.” You said with a cheerful smile. It was easier to be chipper with Sweet Pea glaring at Reggie. You hadn’t noticed that Reggie had been lurking down the hall. He beckoned you over. “Um. One second.”

The group stopped and watched you head over to Reggie.

“You don’t have to show them round.” Reggie said.

“Weatherbee asked…”

“Yeah, he can’t make you do that and Jones knows his way around. You don’t have to hang around with them.” Reggie insisted. You frowned at him then looked back at the others. Toni was scowling with her arms crossed. Jughead was watching you curiously while the other two did their best to look intimidating.

“Why wouldn’t I want to show them around?” You asked. Reggie sighed.

“Look. I’m just trying to keep an eye out for you. They’re from the Southside.” Reggie seemed irritated that you didn’t understand why that was a big deal and sighed, stomping off. You slowly headed back over to the group.

“People here are really weird… sorry. I mean it’s great here.” You said quickly.

“Yeah. They’re a little off. Some of them.” Jughead said with a grin.

“It’s kind of like the Stepford wives. Anyway let’s start the tour or Weatherbee will come back and send us to math class.” You said with a friendly gesture. You led the way through several corridors. The group seemed politely interested but like they would rather be anywhere else. Jughead even managed to show you a few places you hadn’t found. “Do you guys like snakes because of the grass snakes?” You asked as you started to wrap up the tour.

“Excuse me?” Sweet Pea said.

“Oh. Well my granddad used to live on the Southside and we’re fixing up his old house to rent and there’s grass snakes everywhere. I was just… I just assumed, you’re all wearing snake jackets and… well the grass snakes. I assumed you were big fans.” Your voice grew less and less confident as you spoke. Sweet Pea and Fangs laughed and nudged each other while Jughead and Toni tried to hide their smiles.

“We’re big snake fans.” Sweet Pea said.

“Oh that’s fun.” You said with a smile and headed towards the gym. Once you showed them around you headed to the cafeteria. The bell rang and you gestured to where you liked to sit. Jughead showed you a table that was tucked right out of the way that you hadn’t noticed before. They said goodbye to you and headed to Jughead’s table while you split off to catch up with Ethel and Midge.

The next few days you found that Sweet Pea, Fangs or Toni would come to you to help them find their way if they couldn’t find Jughead. Once they knew their way around they would wave if they saw you in the corridor. Even Sweet Pea would crack a smile as he saw you coming. They joined your study group, though you suspected that Toni was the only one studying. During a busy weekend working on the Southside house with your dad they showed up with a few friends to help out.

“Hey! (Y/N)!” Sweet Pea called. Reggie had been talking to you about giving the Bulldogs special treatment in your study group so that none of the players with low grades would be dropped from the team.

“We’re busy.” Reggie snapped.

“Oh. Really? Didn’t look like it.” Sweet Pea said with a snide smile. The smile turned gentle as he turned to you. “You have that basketball hoop on the side of your old house?”

“Yeah?” You asked suspiciously.

“Well, some of us were wondering. If we helped out at the house again. Maybe you could ask your dad if we could use it to practice. I was thinking of joining the basketball team.” Sweet Pea sounded smugly happy when he said he’d join the team.

“We don’t need you on the team. The team has me.” Reggie said. He glared at Sweet Pea who looked at him calmly.

“I don’t think he’d have a problem with it. As long as you don’t break anything. He’d be happy for the help too. I’ll ask him tonight and let you know.” You said quickly. Sweet Pea nodded and waved a little as he went back to where Fangs and Toni were waiting for him.

“He’s terrible. At playing basketball. You should come down to the practice tonight and see.” Reggie said irritably.

“Oh really? Maybe I will.” You said snidely. Reggie panicked for a moment but shrugged it off.

True to your word you showed up and sat with Toni as you watched the practise. Sweet Pea managed to barge Reggie off his feet a few times. You flinched as he grunted and collided with the floor.

“You know that they’re competing?” Toni asked.

“Well obviously they’re on different teams.” You said. When Toni didn’t say anything else you glanced at her and found her laughing quietly to herself.

“They’re competing over you. He wouldn’t admit it but Sweet Pea likes you. Reggie is always watching you and he gets really upset when you hang around us. It’s more than the whole Southside, Northside thing. They both like you.” Toni watched as your eyes went wide and then you let out a low, drawn out.

“Ooohhh.” You nodded and glanced back at the basketball court. “That explains a lot of stuff.” You both laughed and watched until the end of the game.

“You’re going to have to pick which one you want or they’re going to get in a fight!” Toni teased you as their practice came to an end.

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That's Alright for Such a Night

Word Count: 1,352

Writers Note: A Prequel to the series Anyway You Do

Warning: mostly fluff

Pairing: OC x Elvis

Plot: During the Louisiana Hayride two breakout stars meet in a rush only to learn they've dealt their cards in the hands of fate

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Shreveport's Municipal Auditorium October 16, 1954, Lousiana

"Mrs.Valmos... She'll be fine." Midge said, pulling out equipment from her boss's car.

"This isn't like from when she was 12 singing jazz..." Denise sighed, watching Cheryl Midge's "friend" pull out a White Falcone guitar, "Careful with that!" Denise rubbed her temples.

"Are you always this uptight..."

"Cheryl!" Midge hit the tall, shorthaired woman's arm.

"Are you always so... ill-mannered." Denise scoffed. Cherly rolled her eyes, watching the woman before her walk off,

"Midge..."

"Yes, Mrs. Valmos,"

"I'm going to talk to the promoters. Keep an eye out on Cecelia..."

"I'm not a babysitter-" Midge groaned, "And she's gone..."

"Which ones gone?" Cheryl asked,

"What do you mean which!?!"

The backstage was massive, the hustle and bustle of stagehands moving equipment and groups rehearsing in each corner. It was what being big time had felt like. At least, that's what everyone thought, especially Cecelia Shanel Valmos, a 19-year-old North Carolinian black woman. She had been performing with her mother since she was a little girl, but now Cecelia was 19 and old enough to understand the business, the way of the world, and a reminder that she wouldn't always be accepted,

"Oh, are you lost? The theatre cleaning staff went that way."

"No, I'm not lost, I'm performing to-"

"Did you hear that she thinks she got a chance!"

"Night..." she scoffed,

"Who do you think you are, girl...."

"Cecelia Shanel Valmos." Cecelia said, hands on the waist of her pink Chanel evening gown. "The daughter of Denise Valmos," the other woman laughed as Cecelia's face fumed with anger,

"Oh, I get it... the underprivileged colored section is over there." she pointed. Cecelia's face frowned as she ran off toward the other side of the stage.

"EP, are you ready yet ..."

"Just u-uh... combin' my hair!" he sighed. Elvis Presley, the guy hiding in the bathroom for God knows how long. In reality, he was trying to get rid of his stage fright, "Well, we're just gonna wait outside for ya!"

"You fella's go do that." If he didn't have a guitar strapped to his back, he'd have snuck out the window and run off, or worse, thrown up on his specially-made Beale Street suit.

"Come on, you just sang at The Eagles Nest last night..." he took a deep breath, "We're gonna go out there, sing to those folks, and make somethin of this," he said, trying to pep himself up, he took one more deep and finale breath as Elvis walked out the bathroom, he felt someone run into him. Catching each other. Before the other person fell,

"Hey, are you okay,"

Time stood still as Cecelia stood paralyzed by his hypnotic, captivating blue eyes,

The man was beautiful, and her heart was pounding in her ears.

"Wow..."

"Wow yourself, mama..." he winked at her as she giggled.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to bump into you." Cecelia took a deep breath as she looked down at her shoes.

"I should be sorry. I've got a big ass guitar on my back." Elvis laughed, Cecelia's heart beating faster as she smiled back at him. He took a glance at her as his face turned bright red. She was beautiful with her hair pulled back. And her smile.Her kissable red lips and- No, he couldn't think of her like that. He already had a girl back in Memphis. Besides, he didn't even know her name, "Say, what's your name..." he asked as she was surprised. Could it be a nice person finally on this good fall night?

"Depends on who's askin daddy-o." she winked as he smirked. She was a cool chick, and he could tell.

" Elvis Presley." he stuck out his hand,

"Cecelia Shanel Valmos you forgot your guitat!" Midge shouted, out of breath,

"As in Denise Valmos... The jazz singer..."

"That's me." She took hold of his hand as he kissed it.

"I'm in the presence of music royalty." Midge watched the two interact. It was as if they were both each other's forbidden fruit,

"Oh, me! No..." she laughed,

"Well, Mama has all your mama's records an-"

"E We're on!"

"Oh shit... I mean, shoot..."

"You'll do great!" she shouted to him, Waving as she'd soon be on the same stage after him. A little swoon left her lips.

"Who's the dreamboat..." Midge smirked,

"What dreamboat?" Cecelia said the two walking to get her into place.

"The one you were talking to." Midge looked at her, "Tall, dark, and handsome if you like men." she whispered,

"He's a friend.

"Just a few weeks ago, a young man from Memphis, Tennessee, recorded a song on the Sun label."

Cecelia peeped from behind, stage right. He looked like he was shaking like a leaf. "Uh uh, no Cece..." Midge sighed. She knew that look on her face. It was her overtly cocky face, her I'm going to impress him face.

" He is only nineteen years old. He has a new, distinctive style. Elvis Presley."

He would have disappeared into himself that night with how scared he was.

"Let's give him a hand. Elvis, how are you this evening?"

"Just fine. How're you, sir?"

"Are you all geared up with your band--"

"I'm all geared up."

"To let us hear your songs?"

"Uh, well, I'd just like to say how happy we are to be down here. It's a real honor for us to get a chance to appear on the Louisiana Hayride. We're gonna do a song for ya--you got anything else to say?"

"No, I'm ready!"

"We're gonna do a song for ya, we got out on Sun Records. It goes something like this.' Elvis sang That's Alright Mama."

"Isn't that, that song you play repeatedly ..." Cecelia was mesmerized by his voice, guitar playing, and his hips especially, he was a star in the making, and she could see it if no one else could,

"Hey, Midge... Denise wants to see you."Cheryl said, taking her by the hand.

"How'd I do out there."

"You could improve a bit." she smirked, "But you were great."

"Well, I'd like to see you try." Elvis joked,

"Up next, she's under the colored label Paradise Records. Also nineteen years old, she's the daughter of the Jazz singer Denise Valmos. We have Ms. Cecelia Valmos."

Cecelia walked onto the stage, nervous but ready,

"What will you be singing..."

"My new hit song, Money Honey."

"Quite the song for a young lady like you?"

"It is, but I wanted to try something different."

"We'd like to hear it."

Tunning her guitar, her mother was in the front row furious. This was the song Denise told her not to sing, but here she was about to sing on the radio and in a room full of people who she knew never heard the song before.

You know, the landlord rang my front doorbell

I let it ring for a long, long spell

I went to the window,

I peeped through the blind,

And asked him to tell me what's on his mind

He said,

Money, honey, uh uh

Money, honey

Money, honey, if you want to get along with me

Looking to the side of the stage, she spotted Elvis, who was mesmerized. She did her job, from the sway of her hips to the plucking on her guitar strings. Elvis Presley was enchanted. "She could command me anyday he mumbled,

Well, I've learned my lesson and now I know

The sun may shine and the winds may blow

The men may come and the men may go,

But before I say I love you so, I want

Money, honey, uh uh

Money, honey

Money, honey,

If you want to get along with me

"You were amazin out there, Cece."

"You think so El..." she asked, her brown eyes sparkling under the lights.

"Yeah, couldn't take my eyes off ya."

"Neither could I..."

"Say you wanna join my friends and I. We're going to a diner just up the street,"

"I... Don't know-"

"CECELIA!" her mother shouted,

" On second thought, I change my mind."

#oc #fanfiction #new stuff #new #new chapter #new oc #elvis presley #elvis fanfiction #elvis the pelvis #elvis x oc #elvis fans #50s elvis #elvis fanfic

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bitchinfawkseh · 20 days

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Heaven Knows Your Name, I've Been Praying: Chapter 16

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Summary: Cheryl and Dean find themselves at a frat party on Halloween in hunt for a ghost.

W.C: 5742

Warnings: N/A

[A/N] this chapter was so fun to write!!! Cheryl's Halloween costume is a reference to the movie Bandidas that Salma Hayek stared in

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They'd been tracking this ghost in California for a couple of days now, it had killed the previous couple that resided in an old home. A poltergeist, a quick salt and burn, nothing to worry about. The poltergeist had a schedule it liked to stick to. It came around every year on October thirty-first, Halloween, which was today, and it killed whoever resided in the home. But, the house was now owned by a fraternity, and luckily for them, they were throwing a Halloween party that gave them the perfect chance to end the ghost for good.

Cheryl set a beige cowboy hat on her head and adjusted her hair. She had claimed the bathroom, she was a woman, and she got first dibs anyway. She wanted something practical but sexy to wear for this case, so obviously she had to choose the cowgirl costume. It showed off plenty of cleavage but had a proper pair of pants so she could still move around. Cheryl pouted her lips together and swiped some lip gloss along her bottom lip. She felt good about herself – desirable – maybe Dean would finally kiss her. He was a man, it was his job to make the first move. It was a little old-fashioned, but it was what she liked in romantic relationships. She liked to be treated like a princess – within reason.

“Cher, you ready?” Dean's voice sounded from outside the door. He was a little buzzed, she could tell because he slurred her name a little. But, she found Dean worked better when he was a little buzzed – plus, it was a frat party they were going to. They had to blend in. Cheryl tucked her clear lip gloss into one of the pockets on the sides of her jeans and fluffed up her hair one final time. “Yeah! Just a second.” She called back. She didn't tell Dean what she decided to dress as, she decided to keep it a surprise. It made him a little ticked off at first – because she bought him and Sam matching costumes as well. Mario and Luigi. But, he was excited to see what she chose. Maybe a sexy nurse, or cop, or a devil! The choices were endless.

The door clicked open and Dean's eyes widened when Cheryl stepped out of the bathroom looking gorgeous as ever. A cowgirl… He flushed and tugged at the collar of his shirt, he only decided to wear the hat from his Mario costume, the other stuff was too small. “C–Cher.” He stammered, cringing when his voice cracked. Cheryl only smiled and did a small twirl for him, flaunting her backside to him which only made his butterflies worse. “You like?” She asked.

“Yeah!” He answered quickly. Dean swiped his tongue across his bottom lip as he focused on her ass in those jeans. They were high-waisted, tight around the butt but the legs were wide and flared with plenty of pockets and cow print accents. She looked great. “You look…”

“Hot?”

“Beautiful.” He corrected. Cheryl blushed and tucked her hair behind her ears. She couldn't help but smile, being called beautiful made her feel beautiful. “Gracias.” She whispered.

Her arms awkwardly dropped to her sides and she bit her lower lip. “Where's the rest of your costume?” She asked.

“Didn't fit.” He answered, tucking his hands into his pockets. Cheryl frowned and looked everywhere but at Dean, she was a little shy after his compliment. “Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't sure what would fit.”

“It's okay,” He smiled, “Sammy and Carlos are waiting for us outside, let's go.”

Cheryl nodded, “Okay, you know – today is the Day of the Dead? It's a Mexican holiday.”

“Oh yeah, I've heard of that. What do you do on the Day of the Dead?” He asked.

“We honour the family members that are no longer with us, visit their plots and decorate them with sugar skulls and flowers. My Mother and Rosità and I used to wear costumes that we made together and baked all day before we got together with family.” Cheryl explained. She glanced up at him, smiling when she saw that he was listening to her every word intently. “You'd like it, I think.”

Dean smiled gently, “It sounds nice.”

“You'd also like what we do for Christmas, we have parades – parties, we even set off fireworks. It's a big deal.” She raved. Dean cocked a brow and took his hands out of his pockets. “Yeah? Do you miss it? Mexico I mean.”

“Sometimes… not really though.”

“Why not?”

“Bad memories.” She answered simply. Silently telling him that she didn't want to talk about Mexico anymore.

Dean paced towards the door and grasped the door handle. He held the door open for Cheryl before walking out himself, he had to be chivalrous. He has to court her.

Cheryl quickly thanked him before jogging over to Carlos. He had on a pirate's hat with a skull and crossbones on the front. She was a little disappointed that his costume was so boring. “Hey,” She whispered, “did you get the stuff?” She asked. Carlos nodded and glanced around before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small tin. He handed it to her and she cracked open the tin, grinning when she saw half a dozen pre-rolled joints. “Sweet, it's safe, right?”

“Of course, it is. Alejandro sent it, it's medical stuff.” He replied with a scoff. Cheryl pursed her lips together and nodded, it's been a while since she smoked weed, but she was excited to try it again. She glanced back up at Carlos, “Can I take one now?”

“I mean, if you want. I'd save it for later though.” He said.

Cheryl sighed, “Yeah… you're right.” She closed the lid and made sure it clicked shut before passing it back to Carlos. Hunting while high was a bad idea.

She tucked her hands into her back pockets and tilted her head, “Is Sam gonna ride with you?” She questioned. Carlos nodded and looked back at the motel, “Yeah, he decided to change out of his costume when he learned that Dean was just gonna wear the hat.” He turned to look back down at her and grinned knowingly. “You and Dean are gonna ride together… alone… huh?”

She blushed, “Guess so… it's probably gonna be awkward though.”

“Oh, no it won't. Don't be dramatic. You know what you should ask him – ask him why he's such a bitch.”

“Carlos!”

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Cheryl glanced over at Dean and her lips thinned, they'd been silent for the majority of the car ride, and things were getting awkward now. She glanced down at her thighs and sucked in a breath, trying to think of a conversation starter. She swallowed hard and pursed her lips together. “A–are you excited for the party?” She asked.

“Yeah, never been to a frat party.” He grinned.

“Seriously? I would've thought that you totally have gone to one before.”

“Never went to college, remember?” Dean chuckled. He set one of his hands on his thigh and tapped his fingers against his jeans. “Are you excited?”

“Sorta, it's mostly a job for us.”

“True.”

They fell into another spell of silence, but this time it was a little less awkward. They were almost at the frat house, just a couple more minutes and they were fine. Carlos and Sam were good buffers – they made things less awkward. She and Dean were good friends – great friends – before she caught feelings, and now things were weird. Things were mostly fine when they were drunk together – but they couldn't be drunk all of the time. Cheryl glanced up at him, suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling of anxiety. Did he know that she liked him? Was he trying to tell her that he wasn't interested? Was he mad at her? Cheryl shyly looked down at her feet, “Are you mad at me?” She asked quietly.

Dean's eyes widened and his heart dropped, why did she think that he was mad at her? “I– no, no I'm not mad at you, Cher. Why the hell do you think I'm mad at you?”

“I dunno… we just… we don't talk like we used to. Everything is so awkward now – and it's like… ugh, I don't know.”

“Things are just complicated right now, it's nothing you did.” He muttered. He crept down the street in the Impala, looking for an empty parking spot. The streets were lined with cars, probably for the frat party. Cheryl sighed, “Oh… well, if there's anything that I can do for you, let me know.”

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks.”

Cheryl knew that the complicated thing was likely about the deal that he made. She didn't know why he made the deal, only that he had a year left. To be honest, she was waiting for him to tell her on his own time, but it was taking a lot longer than she hoped. All she knew was that he had a year left because of a demon deal, and she wanted to make the most of that year. She wanted to be with him if he'd still have her after everything.

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“Okay, I got the salt, lighter and gasoline,” Sam said as he checked through the backpack he was going to carry around the party. Cheryl nodded and crossed her arms square against her chest, they knew which house it was – lights were flashing from inside the house and music was blaring. It seemed the neighbours were either at the party or didn't care. “Do we know where the body is?” She asked. Sam and Carlos both shook their heads, all they knew was that Margaret May's remains were somewhere in the house. “Our best guess is the attic or the walls.”

Dean's eyebrows raised, “The walls?”

“Margaret May was a schizophrenic woman in the mid eighteen hundreds, husband's of mentally ill wives often kept them in hidden rooms behind the walls,” Carlos replied.

Cheryl frowned, “That's so sad…”

“Yeah, if you were still my wife I would have stuffed you in the walls a long time ago.” Carlos snorted. Cheryl rolled her eyes and ignored his comment, “Okay, anyway. So our best bet is a secret room behind the walls?”

“Yup,” Sam said. He swung the backpack over so he could loop his arm through the last strap. “We should split up, cover more ground in the house. It's huge and busy.” Sam added. Carlos nodded in agreement and glanced down at Cheryl and Dean. He and Sam discussed on the way over a perfect plan to get them to talk to each other and work together. It was fool-proof, nothing could go wrong. “Sam and I will check out the first floor and the basement, you guys check upstairs.” He smirked. Dean cocked a brow, seemingly not noticing that Cheryl flushed and was glaring at Carlos. “You guys are gettin’ pretty close, huh?” He asked, his eyes landing on Sam who only shrugged.

“Yeah, Carlos is cool.”

“Yeah,” Carlos jutted his thumb towards Sam, “and he's better than you.”

Dean's lips thinned, “Yeah, all right.”

“Carlos, stop being rude to Dean. He has done nothing to you, so quit it.” Cheryl hissed. She has had it with Carlos being mean to Dean, it wasn't funny anymore. He sighed, “Okay, I'm sorry, Dean.”

“Uh, thanks.” He replied. Carlos gestured towards Cheryl and pursed his lips together. “I'm doing you a favour anyway, she can see ghosts and all.” He said nonchalantly, assuming that they already knew. Sam and Dean's jaws went slack and their eyes widened. Cheryl could see ghosts? “She can do what–” Dean started.

Cheryl raised her hands quickly, “Barely – it's just a little clairvoyance. All of the women in my family have the gift, some stronger than others.” She explained. “I'm more in tune with energies than seeing the actual ghosts.”

“What the fuck?” Dean squinted. A chick who could sense ghosts – a hunter who could sense ghosts, was hot. Cheryl just became even sexier to him somehow.

“So you can sense energies?” Sam asked. “Does it make the job easier for you?”

“Sometimes, most of the time I clue in too late, don't realize or it isn't useful.” She explained. Cheryl let her arms fall to rest at her side and exhaled heavily. “But enough about me, we should head inside, the faster we get rid of this thing, the sooner we can party.” She said giddily.

“I like the way you think,” Dean smirked. He glanced at Sam and Carlos, “You heard her, let's get going.”

They walked up the front steps to the house, all excited for their own reasons. A very drunk young man with bleached yellow hair and ski goggles sat perched on a stool by the open front door. He belched, “Hey! No entry if you ain't got anything good.” They could give them the weed that they have… but Cheryl did not want to do that. She glanced around and pouted her lips together before taking a step forward. She lifted the hem of her shirt along with her bra, flashing the frat bro for a couple of seconds before lowering her shirt again. He seemed starstruck for a couple of seconds, his mouth hung open and his eyes were still settled on her chest. Quickly, the frat bro shook his head and grinned. “Go on in.” He said.

Cheryl smiled wide and turned on her heel to face the three boys. “Come on.” She chirped before strolling into the house. Dean and Sam were a little starstruck themselves, Carlos on the other hand was used to her antics. Sam looked over at Dean and snorted, “Hey, maybe you'll get your turn soon.” He joked.

“Shut the hell up.” Dean huffed.

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Neon lights flashed and EDM music blared through the house, it felt as if it were shaking the floorboards. Cheryl wrinkled her nose and stepped over a puddle of chunky vomit. They could just barely hear some sexual moaning over the music – which was to be expected. People had sex at parties. “God, this was never my scene.” She muttered.

“What?!” Dean yelled. He raised his finger to his ear and yelled again: “I can't hear you!”

“I said this was never my scene!”

“Oh!” He sucked in a breath and squinted down at her, this music was really loud. “I still can't hear you!” He said. Cheryl sighed and rolled her eyes, she looked around for any room that didn't have sex sounds coming from it. Without another thought, Cheryl took his hand and pulled him into an empty closet across the hall.

Thankfully, it was a little spacious, given the fact that it was a walk-in – but with all of the useless crap on the shelves, it sort of squished them together. Cheryl panted and bit her lip, “Oh geez…” She whispered. Dean let out a little groan and backed as far away from her as he could. It didn't do much, but at least he wasn't touching her anymore. “Right, what were you saying so we can get outta here?” He asked hoarsely. He could barely see her, except for when little flashes of blue and green lights would shine from the crack under the door. Those would illuminate her face and make her lips gleam. “Oh… I was just saying that this isn't really my scene.” She replied. Cheryl tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “And we've searched most of the upstairs, except for some of the rooms… and you know why. I don't think the secret room is up here.”

He sighed, “Maybe… we should go find Sam and Carlos. Maybe they found the room.”

Dean grasped the doorknob and attempted to twist it, but it wouldn't budge. His brows furrowed and he pulled on it hard, “What the fuck – this thing is locked.” He growled.

“What? No, it's not.” Cheryl took a turn trying to get the door open but to no avail. Her lips parted and she flicked her eyes up to meet his, and in unison, they both said: “Shit.”

Sam aimed the flashlight down either end of the dimly lit basement littered with Halloween decorations. “What do you think they're doing?” He asked. Carlos let out a laugh and peeked under the stairs, there were many things that they could be doing. “Probably fucking.” He answered.

Sam wrinkled his nose, “Ew.”

“Hey, you know it's likely.”

“I mean, yeah. But it's gross thinking about it. That's my brother and friend.”

“Oh, yeah. I know.” He snorted. “But hey, if it makes ‘em happy.” He said. Sam nodded in agreement, if Cheryl and Dean were happy together (finally), he was happy for them. He'd seen them act like weird teenagers with crushes for way too long.

“Who do you think is gonna kiss who first?” Sam asked. Carlos pursed his lips together and shrugged, it could be either of them. “Cheryl, surprisingly.”

“Really? I think Dean will.”

“Wanna bet on it?”

“How much?”

“An even twenty.” He shrugged. Carlos outstretched his hand for them to “shake on it,” a common thing he did when making bets. Sam took his hand and squeezed it as he shook it, “Deal.”

Dean and Cheryl sat side-by-side, which was the last thing that either of them wanted. She had butterflies in her stomach and goosebumps on her skin, and his ears were tinged red and his heart was beating a million miles an hour. They tried getting out, yelling for help, and calling Sam and Carlos numerous times, but nothing. The music was too loud, and they were stuck in here for the time being. At least when they were stuck in the basement with Casey, they had room to roam. “So, um…” Cheryl started. She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and nibbled on it, focusing on the lights under the crack under the door. “Have you ever thought about going to a concert? Like Metallica or something?”

“Uh, nah,” Dean answered.

“Really? Why?”

“Dunno, nobody I liked happened to be playing at the same time I was there.”

“Oh,” Cheryl whispered.

“I'd like to go to a concert, maybe for Bon Jovi or Def Leppard.” She said. Cheryl reluctantly glanced up at him and smiled faintly. Dean cocked a brow and grinned, “Def Leppard is good… Pour Some Sugar On Me… Woman… Hysteria… Love Bites…” He trailed off.

“You like Def Leppard?”

“Wouldn't be my first choice, but yeah.”

“Your first choice is probably Led Zeppelin, huh?” Cheryl smiled.

“You remembered that?”

“Yup, it's all you ever play in the Impala most of the time. Hard to forget.”

Dean chuckled, “Guess so…” He inhaled deeply and glanced around the cramped closet. “So, uh,” He looked back at her, “how's your Mom?”

“Oh, she's good. She finally got a phone so we talk a lot now.”

“She didn't have a phone before?”

“Had to sell it for some of Rosità's funeral costs.”

“Oh.”

Cheryl picked at the chipped nail polish on her fingernails and chewed on her bottom lip. She had gotten so used to not being around or hearing from her Mom all the time, she forgot that she missed her until they started talking over the phone weekly. “You know, she keeps asking about you.” She said.

Dean's brows shot up, “Oh yeah? What does she say?” He asked.

“Mostly asks how you are, if you're eating good ‘n stuff… she also asks if we're dating.” Dean was silent for a moment, it was nice that Maria cared to ask how he was, but what got him was her thinking that they were together. To be honest, he liked that she thought that. “...Do you want to be?” He asked hoarsely. Her breath caught and her eyes widened, she couldn't believe her ears. “What?”

“Do you wanna… you know. Date?” Dean repeated. He felt like a loser asking a girl out like this, this wasn't flirty or sexy. Hell – it was so bad that he'd understand if she said no.

Cheryl's eyes flickered up to his face, searching it for any sign of deceit, but when she saw nothing but sincerity, her heart soared. Her tongue swiped across her bottom lip and she slowly nodded. “Si… I do.” She whispered finally. Dean leaned closer to her as if he were a moth to a flame, completely enamoured by her. “Yeah?” He breathed. His breath fanned across her lips and she nodded again. Instead of tensing, she relaxed. “Si, and I promise you I won't leave this time. It's my fault we never got to go on that date, ojos de angel…” She purred softly. He grinned gently, his gaze still stuck on her face. He's wanted to hear that for so long, that promise. A promise that she wouldn't leave. “What does that mean? Ojos de angel?” He asked. Cheryl crept closer to his face, “Guess.”

“Sweetheart?” Dean whispered.

She smiled softly, “No…”

He could feel the warmth coming from her mouth now, she was so close, yet so far from where he wanted. Dean swallowed, “Darling?”

“No…” Cheryl stared up at him through her lashes, “It means angel eyes.” She said. And at last, she gently pressed her lips against his, and he could have sworn that the Earth had stopped spinning on its axis.

Sam jumped when an animatronic clown suddenly came to life and crackled beside him. “Holy shit–” He stammered, stumbling back into a laughing Carlos. Sam hates clowns, and he hates them even more when they jump out at him. Carlos wheezed and slapped his stomach, “Oh fuck! That was glorious.”

“It was not!” Sam said, exasperated.

“Chicken shit scared of clowns!” He snorted. Carlos shook his head and ran his fingers through the ends of his tightly curly hair. “Oh man, phew. That was funny.” He sighed.

A ghastly-looking woman descended the stairs in a white nightgown. She had frazzled hair sunken eyes, and deep laceration marks and rashes around her wrists. Her cracked blue lips parted as she glanced around the room. A ghost haunting a fraternity house, how humorous.

A man with skull face paint smeared all over his face looked the woman up and down before giving her a thumbs up. “Sick costume!” He exclaimed. The woman tilted her head and squinted at him, he looked real enough, but the facepaint was what confused her. “I am not ill.” She echoed. The frat bros brows knitted together and he nodded slowly. “Uh, okay…” He muttered. As the man walked away, she raised her chin before fading away into nothing, as if she were never there. It was time for the hunt: the hunt of those residing in the house. It was her house, her home, and there were strangers in it. She had to protect her home.

Unfortunately for Sam and Carlos, they didn't notice the ghost's appearance. It was a Halloween party, with tons of people, it'd be impressive if they did notice her.

Cheryl straddled Dean's lap, her lips working over his fervently and with such passion that Dean thought it may be a dream. He threaded his hands through her hair and urged her closer to him, desperate to feel every inch of her soft skin. “Cher…” He murmured. Cheryl cupped his cheek and stroked it sweetly as she pulled back briefly. “You okay?” She asked gently. Even though she doubted that he wanted to stop, she still wanted to make sure. His comfort meant everything to her. Dean grinned and nodded, “Oh yeah, I'm perfect.” He said before leaning in to kiss her again. His hands settled on her hips and he started to get a little too excited when she pressed her hands square against his chest and pinned him to the shelves.

Dean panted against her lips and his brows furrowed when a weird sphere object dug into his lower back. At first, he tried to ignore it, but it was getting pretty annoying. He pecked her lips one last time and reluctantly pulled back, “Hold on,” He grumbled.

“What's wrong?” Cheryl asked. He reached behind him and felt at the little knob. “Something's digging into my back,” Dean muttered. He twisted it and the wall behind him gave out unexpectedly. Dean fell back and smoked his head and fingers off of the shelf when he ducked Cheryl's head down to his chest so she wouldn't get hurt. “Holy fuck.” Dean groaned. Cheryl gasped and her eyes widened, she had lost her hat during their makeout session and fall, but that was the least of her worries.

“Oh shit, are you okay?” Cheryl asked. He blinked hard and glanced up at her, “Think so.” He muttered. Now that he confirmed he was okay, she was hyper-aware of the fact that she was completely on top of him. Her knees were on either side of his hips, her chest pressed against him, and their noses centimetres apart from each other. Sure, they had just shared their first kiss, but they were far from where being on top of one another would happen. Cheryl flushed deeply, “Sorry.” Dean only smirked, “Nah, I like a woman on top. It's… hot.”

“Dean, we are not having sex in here.”

“Hey, you mentioned it. Not me.” He raised his hands in defence. Cheryl rolled her eyes and looked up to the wall that seemingly just caved in. “Wait…” She whispered. Cheryl slid off of him and army crawled towards the small dark opening. “I think this is the secret room!”

She crawled through the door and climbed to her feet, feeling around the ripped wallpaper to try and find a light switch. “Dean!” Cheryl whisper-shouted. Suddenly, his hot breath fanned down her neck, “What?” He whispered back. Cheryl flinched and clenched her jaw, “Don't do that. You scared me.”

“Sorry.” He snorted. He reached into his pocket and flicked open his lighter. The tiny flame illuminated a small portion of the room, they could see the vague outlines of furniture. Cheryl glanced around and rubbed her dust-covered hands on her pants. She felt around the dresser in the corner of the room and let out a relieved sigh when she grasped a candle stick. “Here, I found a candle. Light me up.” She outstretched her hands towards Dean and he quickly flicked the flame from the lighter over the candle wick which caught fire almost immediately.

“Gracias.” Cheryl smiled faintly. Dean sent her a nod and brushed past her, continuing to search the room. “So, why do you think Marge is killing all these folks who buy the house?” He asked in an attempt to make conversation.

“Her name is Margaret, and she was a mentally ill woman whose husband abused her and kept her locked up in this room… she probably thinks people are trying to hurt her.” Dean was silent for a moment, a little taken aback by the empathy she had for the ghost. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and nodded slowly. “Yeah, maybe. But hey, at least she'll be at rest when we salt and burn her bones, right?”

When Cheryl didn't reply, he spun around to look at her. His brows raised when he noticed that she stood over a small bed in the corner. In the bed lay brittle bones draped in the nightgown that Margaret died in. She had leather cuffs looped around her wrists that were attached to the bed. Margaret May, the schizophrenic woman who was terribly mistreated by the man who was supposed to love and protect her. Margaret May, starved to death after her husband strapped her down and abandoned the home. Cheryl's lips thinned and she set the candlestick into a candle holder on the nightstand. “Help me move the bed away from the wall, don't want the house to catch fire.” She sighed. Dean flipped the lighter shut and tucked it into his pocket before moving to the headboard of the bed. “You get the footboard.” He said, jutting his chin forward.

Cheryl crouched down and tucked her fingers under the base of the bed and Dean did the same. They counted to three before both lifting at the same time and shimmying back to set the bed down in the middle of the room. Cheryl swallowed hard and crossed her arms against her chest, “Do you mind if I say a prayer for her?” She asked quietly.

“No, uh, go ahead…” He murmured. Cheryl nodded and took a hesitant step forward, crossing herself and then the remains of Margaret. She whispered in Spanish a Catholic prayer, a way of showing respect for Margaret.

The candle on the nightstand flickered and the creaking of the rocking chair facing the back wall started to sound. Cheryl's eyes widened and she slowly turned, the apparition of Margaret sat in the rocking chair. Her fluffy hair poked through the bars of the chair and all she did was hum. Dean gulped and shot Cheryl a look, Margaret was a bit unpredictable as a human, even more so now. “My love, my love, my love…” Margaret hummed. She stopped rocking in the chair and stopped humming. “Where is my husband? I miss him.” She croaked. She looked over her shoulder at Cheryl and Dean and blinked slowly. “There are people in my home, I am scared. I need my husband.”

Cheryl straightened her posture, “Your husband? He went to work, Margaret, he'll be home soon.” She soothed. Margaret beamed and rose out of her spot, padding towards Cheryl carefully. “Really? Oh… I best go to bed then. He will be home when I wake up and he will send our guests away.”

Without another word, Margaret climbed into bed and became one with her remains. The candle stopped flickering almost immediately, and the eerie vibe was no longer in the room. Dean opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly the bed erupted into flames. He jumped back, his eyes blown wide. A ghost had never taken care of its remains before, this was a first. Cheryl exhaled sharply and squinted at the flames. “She wanted to go…” She whispered, slightly shocked. Dean's lips parted and he swallowed, “I haven't ever seen a ghost do that before, have you?”

“No… I haven't.”

Dean's phone buzzed in his pocket and he hastily fished it out, not even bothering to look at who was calling before picking up. “Sam?!”

“Oof, wrong.” Carlos chuckled. Dean's face fell and his lips thinned into a straight line. Carlos sighed, “Where the hell are you guys?”

“Found the room upstairs, burned the old gals bones. The door we came in through is locked though so can ya come let us out?”

“Sure thing, buddy.”

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None of them were in the mood to stick around for the rest of the party, so they decided to go back to the motel and turn in early. Sam and Carlos went to grab food after changing, leaving Cheryl and Dean alone yet again.

Cheryl set a pink rose in front of a small oval photo frame with a portrait of a beaming young woman with eyes full of life. Carefully, she lit the small tea light and set it beside the photograph and clasped her hands in her lap before smiling softly. The shower squeaked as the water stopped running, but she wasn't worried about Dean finding her like this. Honouring her sister's memory.

“Rosità… I miss you.” She started hoarsely. Cheryl tucked her hair behind her ear and stared into her dark eyes in the photograph. “Mom does too. I'm sure she lit a candle for you today.” She added. The bathroom door swung open and Dean emerged, rubbing his head with a towel aggressively to dry his short hair. He glanced up, and when he noticed the small altar that Cheryl was sitting in front of, he stopped. “Hey… what's that?” He asked.

“A memorial. For Rosità.” Cheryl answered with a soft smile. Dean pursed his lips together and nodded slowly before coming to park next to her on the edge of the bed. He'd never seen a picture of Rosità before, she looked quite like Cheryl. Just… happier.

She inhaled deeply and leaned forward to rest her elbows on her knees. She changed into something more comfortable while Dean was showering – an oversized t-shirt (courtesy to Carlos) and sweats. “I have an extra candle… if you wanna light one for your Dad.” Cheryl offered. Dean scoffed and shook his head before tossing the wet towel onto an empty chair. “Nah, thanks though.” He answered.

They fell into a spell of silence, but this time it wasn't as awkward. Cheryl swiped her tongue across her bottom lip before biting it. “So, we kissed.” She whispered. He nodded and pursed his lips together, “We did…”

Silence again.

“I liked it.” Cheryl confessed. She glanced up at him, meeting his eyes and showing nothing but sincerity. “I like you.” She added. Dean swallowed hard and his heart started to race, he felt the same… it was just hard to say. So, all he said was: “Me too.” Dean averted his eyes to his feet and set a hand on his knee. “It wasn't just the closet talkin’. I wanna… you know, date you.” He said finally.

“Can I ask what that means?”

“What?”

“Like… is it open… are you gonna hook up with other girls – because I'm not for that.”

“Fuck no!” He blurted. Dean's lips thinned and his brows furrowed, he didn't want to be seeing anyone else. He didn't want to hook up with other girls anymore. “I'd like to be exclusive…”

“Like boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“If you want labels… yeah. I guess boyfriend and girlfriend.” He grinned a little. Cheryl smiled and lifted her hand to set it on his thigh. “Yes, I'd like that.”

He dipped down and peered into her eyes, a soft smile on his face. “So…” He trailed off.

“So?” Cheryl beamed.

“Can I kiss you this time?” Dean asked. Somehow, her elated grin widened and she nodded excitedly. “Si… you may,” Cheryl whispered against his lips. Without wasting another second, he pressed his lips against hers and cupped her face in his hands, holding her as if she were porcelain. And for the first time in a while, Dean felt alive.

#Spotify #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #spn #spnfandom #dean winchester x oc

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Hi! Can I please send a request where Sweet Pea and YN start off as enemies but it’s all miss communication because SP thinks YN is just another Northsider and YN things SP is a little scary (like the serpents scare her) can they meet when the serpents first arrive at the school. thank you

Hey. I hope this is ok

Sweet Pea- Rumours Pt1

Today is the day the Southsiders arrive at Riverdale High. I walk into school seeing Veronica and Archie setting up a welcome table

"Hey YN, you coming to help out settle Jughead and the others?" Veronica smiles

"You mean the people who fought Archie and the Bulldogs? yeah I'll pass"

"Archie did point a gun in their face to be fair" Betty comments walking over with Josie and Kevin when the doors bust open, I turn around and see a sea of leather jackets, straight away my eyes fix on the tall Serpent taking the lead of the group. Forgetting that I was going to walk off before they arrived I am now stood behind the desk with Veronica and the others

"Friends. On behalf of the students and faculty here at Riverdale High welcome to your new school. To ease this transition I've set up a registration desk where you can get your locker assignments, class schedules and a list of sports and extracurriculars. We encourage each and everyone of you to drink deeply from the cup that is fair riverdale"

"Stand down Eva Peron" I turn hearing Cheryl's voice who is walking down the stairs with Reggie by her side and the other cheerleaders and Bulldogs behind them

"Theres the school spirt I so fondly remember" Jughead says. Cheryl and the others walk towards us

"Cheryl" Veronica folds her arms "no one invited fascists barbie to the party"

"Wrong Veronica. No one invited Southside scum to our school. Listen up ragamuffins. I will not allow Riverdale's Highs above average GPA to suffer because of classrooms overcrowded with underachievers so please find some other school to debase with your hardscrabble ways"

"You wanna come over here and say that to my face?" a girl with pink in her hair moves forward clearly irritated by Cheryl

"Happily queen of the buskers" Cheryl steps closer

"Ok guys. Everyone" Archie gets in the middle of Cheryl and the pink hair girl "can we just put our Northside Southside differences apart and start over? A new slate"

"You don't speak for the bulldogs. And need I remind you these greaser snakes showed up at your place to kick your ass" Reggie comes forward to stand next to me "YN don't get mixed up with this lot. Your too innocent" I roll my eyes at Reggie

"Time to finish what we started" the tall boy walks forward angrily. Jughead stops him by holding his shoulder

"I am so over the toxic masculinity in this hallway right now"

"Alright. Enough pomp and circumstance. Everyone let's get to class. Now" I hear Principal Weatherbee. He walks over to us and waves us away to our classes.

My first class of the day is English. As I wait for class to start, in walks the girl with pink in her hair and the tall guy

"Please find an empty seat" our teacher tells the two. The pink hair girl walks over to the table in front of me when Betty is sitting, while the tall guy huffs and sits next to me. I sigh shifting uncomfortably

"Another entitled princess" I choose to ignore him, thankfully class starts almost immediately after.

Finally after a few classes it's time for lunch. I sit down in the student lounge next to Kevin awkwardly looking between 3 of the Serpents. Veronica walks over breaking the ice

"I don't think we've properly met. Veronica Lodge" she extends a hand to girl

"From the park avenue Lodges" Jug says while eating a bag of chips

"Toni Topaz" the girl Toni shakes Veronicas hand

"Oh. Like the purple coloured gem stone. Love it" Veronica smiles

"I'm Kevin, this is YN" Kevin nods towards me then looks at a boy who's eating twizlers "what's your name?" Kevin nods towards him

"Fogarty or you can call me Fangs. Your last names Keller right?"

"Yeah how did you know that?"

"Joaquin and I used to hang out. He used to talk about you all the time. This is Sweet Pea" I scoff at names

"Got a problem Princess?" Sweet Pea leans forward

"What no, sorry" I quickly reply "it's just your names are just... I'm gonna shut up sorry" I look down.

Later that day Reggie makes it seem that the Serpents have spray painted the floor. Finally it's the end of the day and time for my shift at pops.

The bell rings signalling that someone has just walked in. I look up and see the three Serpents walking in and taking a booth. I grab my pen and paper and make my way over to the group

"Hi welcome to Pops, I'm YN and I'll be your waitress today. If you need anything don't hesitate to ask" I give a little smile to the group. Toni smiles back at me

"Hey, your in my English class right?"

"Yeah I am"

"You sit next to Sweet Pea don't you?" Toni nudges the tall Serpent who grunts in responses not looking at me

"Anyway what can I get you guys?"

"One strawberry milkshake, one chocolate and one vanilla please" Toni asks

"Of course, any food?"

"No that's it thank you" I give Toni another smile and walk to the kitchen handing Pops the order.

#sweet pea x y/n #sweet pea x oc #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea #riverdale imagine #riverdale #sweet pea imagine

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More to the story.

cast list!!

reader has no physical description except from having long hair and her surname being Trevor.

Emilia Jones as Landon McCormick, the coworker.

-"You know...you're not so bad after all, sweeper."

-"It's time for you to C.Y.A," she pauses, "cover, your-own, ass - I'm sick of taking the fall for you all the time, Randy is getting pretty damn hostile with me."

Joe Keery as Finley Hayes, the brains.

-"Okay, enough!! it's not as easy and effortless as it looks in the movies, alright?"

-"Hold on wait- somebody asked you out?! I - I mean, woah that's uhh...that's- nevermind!"

Norman Reedus as Randy Martin, the grumpy boss.

-"Yer' late, again." he grumbled, before taking a long drag of the cigarette in his calloused, inked hand.

-"Boy's here t' see ya, finnick- finland, ion remember his damn name."

Lauren Ridloff as Cheryl Martin-Brown, the bossman's wife.

-her hands move swiftly as they jot quick-paced scribblings onto the notepad before she lifts it, showing it to you 'I'm mad at Randy, so I hid my hearing aids.'

-"Randy just let them borrow the damn bike, please!!"

Natalia Dyer as Wendy Jablonska, the journalist…in training.

-"And these...men, they were in all black? Creepy-looking masks?"

-"Hi! This is...Samantha P...Plankton! Samantha Plankton from the Drellington's Post, I was wondering if you could answer a few questions for me." she continued, despite the bamboozled look on your face at her attempt to use such a ridiculous alias.

Jeffrey Dean Morgan as Dean, the guy who is always at The Tipsy Tangle (that would be the bar.)

-“I think in all honesty, kid- that damn boy is dead!! and you’re nearly getting yourself killed for nothing!”

-“I’m almost offended that you didn’t ask lil’ ol’ me if I had bike- cause if you did…hell maybe i woulda let you and pretty boy over there take her for a spin.”

Here are our main characters!! I love them personally, they all play key parts within the story and I think you will all grow to love them very much.

prologue

@stveharringtn here are the oc’s 😌🙏

#steve harrington x reader #stranger things fanfiction #joe keery fic #joe keery #daryl norman reedus #norman reedus #fanfiction #stranger things #steve harrington #gator tillman

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ladylooch · 4 months

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Our Little Family [Miles Wood] - Chapter 10

A/N from 👢 anon: Heeyy, sorry I'm a little late. But this is my Christmas present for you guys. There is smut here.

Now we always talk about getting on your knees for miles, imagine the other way around, and this can happen. Hope you guys enjoy it !!

Holding Miles in your arms, after a moment like this is special. You want him to feel loved, to understand that he can talk to you without being judged.

You rub his back and run your fingers through his hair. You kiss the top of his head.

“I love you, Miles William Wood.”

Miles looks at you.

“I love you.”

He seals this unsaid promise with a kiss and what a kiss it's. One of your hands rests on his cheek while his hand is on your hips.

You guys start to make out. It's slow kissing, exploring each other's mouths. You're lost in the kiss when Miles starts to move his hips. You moan into the kiss. You don't want to break this.

Miles doesn't want that either. There is something about this sex. It's better than your first sex, first post-I love you sex. This is different. This is sex with your man finally ready to be yours, to give himself fully to you. Mentally and physically.

You move your leg a little to give him a better angle. Miles pulls your leg higher. You moan into his mouth.

You start to feel your orgasm building up. And as much as you want to get there faster, this pace is good, and you want to continue doing this.You're going to get there with time. Miles is hitting all the right spots. Your nails are digging into his shoulder blades.

The knot in your stomach starts to get tighter and tighter by the second. He knows that you're getting there, and he is too. He's struggling not to cum. He moves his hand to your clit and rubs little circles. That brings you over the edge. Your orgasm brings Miles to his own. Both of you are moaning out each other's names. You almost black out. You rest your head against his forehead to calm your body down.

Miles is so relaxed now, you can feel that a huge weight left his body. You brush his sweaty hair from his forehead. You admire your fiance's fine bone structure. He pulls out, and you whine in the process. You feel so empty right now.

Miles smiles as he brushes your lips with his thumb. You kiss it before saying that you need to use the bathroom. He helps you get up. You waddle to the bathroom. Miles chuckles, you want to flip him right now but bathroom first. You pee and take a quick shower. You come back and Miles is waiting for you with open arms. It's adorable how happy and relaxed he is right now.

Before you go to bed, you pick up his dress shirt and give him a show. You walk to the bed, closing his shirt. You lay beside him, placing your head on his chest.

“My clothes always look better on you.”

“I know.” Your reply makes Miles chuckle before kissing your head.

“I miss our baby. Can we call your mom?” You know Lily has an early bedtime, but you miss her.

“Yeah, let's try.” Miles moves to grab his phone. He FaceTimes his mom while holding you in his arms.

She answers the call, and her smile goes so bright. She was waiting for this moment. Where Miles is finally all in with you.

After the greetings, you ask if Lily is still up. She replies that she's been asleep for 5 minutes or so. You get a little pouty. Cheryl apologizes. She says that if they knew that you guys were going to call, she would try and keep Lily up.

You assure her that it's okay, Lily needs her sleep, and you guys will try in the morning. You thank her for being with Lily. She says that they're happy to do it and then you end the call. You shift so you can cuddle your fiance. Miles put his phone aside before hugging you close. He kisses your head.

You sigh, feeling his lips on your hair. This is perfect. Today has been perfect, all because of this man. You rest your chin on his chest to look at him. He's already looking at you. Both of you have heart eyes looking at each other.

“Thank you for today. It means a lot to me. You are making time for me.” Miles reaches for your cheeks.

“You don't have to thank me, I should have been making time for a long time now. Tonight is just the start, baby.”

You smile softly, turning your face to kiss his hand. You yawn, and Miles tell you to rest. You nod as you lace your fingers together. He knows that you're exhausted. He watches you fall asleep. It doesn't take him long to fall asleep too. Both of you are tired.

You wake in the middle of the night needing to pee. You struggle to get Miles to let you go, but then he finally does. After using the bathroom, instead of you going back to bed. You stay up looking at the window, seeing the mountains, the quiet night outside.

You and Miles struggled to get to this point. You know it's not easy for him, being on the road, blaming him for what happened. It's not going to help you guys. Things are going to change, you know that.

“Babe, are you okay ?” Miles asks, hugging you from behind with that sleepy voice that makes you weak.

“Yeah, just thinking about life. Didn't want to wake you.” You rest your hands on top of his.

Miles rests his chin on your shoulder. You lean against him, enjoying his solid body behind you.

“I want to marry you soon, like next month.” Miles catches you by surprise.

“But, what about the party ? Your friends ? Your family ?”

“We can do the reception during the summer. But I want to be your husband. I want you to have my last name.”

You spin in his arms.

“Are you sure ?”

“Yeah.” That grin comes to his lips. “That's all I want.” Miles licks his lips before kissing you. This kissing Miles is making you all soft, and you love him.

The dim light in the room makes his body look like a Greek God. You guys are just kissing each other, and then you feel little Wood start coming to life. Miles pushes you against the window, moving one hand beside your head to brace himself. You moan into his lips reaching for his cock. You stroke him as you kiss. Miles breaks the kiss.

“Turn around gorgeous.” You're a little unsure because you're going to be facing the window.

Miles senses that it's something you're struggling with right now.

“You don't have to, babe. I still can fuck you here with your back against the window.” You nod, that's such a turn on.

Miles kisses your neck, as he works on opening your shirt. He starts to give your body open mouth kisses. He stops by your boobs giving his friends some love.

Then he makes his way down, open mouth kisses. You look down. He's there on his knees for you. He moves your leg hooking over his shoulder.

You curse, feeling his tongue run through your folds. Your hand reaches for his curls fisting them, bringing him closer to where you need him. Miles starts to eat you like a mad man, and he's starving.

Miles laps and sucks your clit. Sometimes he stops just to breathe, but that's when his fingers come to play. You're so sensitive from before, it's not going to take long for another orgasm from you.

You're with your eyes closed, fisting his hair when you feel Miles hooking your other leg over his shoulder. He pushes you back so you can have the support from the window.

It brings a string of curses from your lips. You know that he's strong, but this is such a turn-on to you. And he's not done with surprising you tonight

Your orgasm hits you hard. You're shaking as Miles works you through your orgasm. He moves your legs down and kisses his way back to your lips.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders for support. He kisses you, feeling yourself on his lips makes you moan. He rests his forehead on yours.

“Are you okay, sweetheart ?” He asks, a little worried. Today has been a lot for your body, and he wants to make sure you're okay.

You nod. “I just need a couple of minutes. This one was a lot.”

He understands. Miles moves his hand to slide behind your back, but you stop him. You guys are staying right here on the window and he's going to fuck you there like he wants to.

You guys stand there for a couple of minutes. You start to run your hand on the curls on the back of his head. You kiss his jaw, showing that you're good to go again.

“Show me how strong you are, handsome.” Miles groans, followed by a curse. He's loving this night so far.

He moves his hands to your ass, giving a little squeeze before sliding behind the back of your thighs. Miles brings both of your legs to wrap around his waist. You know this position is not going to be for so long. But it's so sexy.

He moves you back so you can have the glass support for now. Miles lines himself before sliding in slowly. You can feel every inch of him inside you. You throw your head back with a long moan.

He feels so damn good inside you. He takes a few steps back to show you how strong he is. With the help of his arms you start moving up and down on his cock.

The only sounds you can hear in the room are your moans, your wet pussy sliding up and down his cock, his grunts, a few praises from him and your ass hitting his hips.

He's driving you insane. He feels so good. You lean your head to rest on the crook of his neck. You're trying to focus on something else, but he's hitting all the right spots.

You're about to scream. You bite the spot between his neck and collarbone. That's going to leave a mark in the morning. Miles grunts with the pain.

“Put me down, babe. I want you to fuck me from behind.” You ask him softly.

Miles helps you put your feet on the floor. You turn to face the glass. He deserves this, too. You cover your face with your arm.

“C'mon babe, I'm waiting.” You say shaking your ass for him.

He doesn't need to be told twice. Miles spread your legs for him before sliding in one sweet motion. He definitely comes as advertised. He's taking his time with you now. Deep and long thrusts. Miles slaps your ass cheek.

You know you're not going to last long. But you want to give him this. Miles grip on your hips gets tighter, and you know he's struggling to contain himself.

You bring his hand to lift your leg so you can have better access to your clit. You start rubbing circles as Miles hits every sweet spot inside you. He says a few encouraging words for you to come.

And you do. Another one for the night. Miles brings you flush against his chest, resting his hand on your neck. He nibbles your ear lobe.

Now it's your time to praise and encourage him. You say that he fills you so well, his cock is perfect for you, he makes you feel so good. And then of course you ask him to cum for you.

That's exactly what he needed. Miles orgasm hits him hard. Both of you guys lean against the glass. He rests his head on the cool window.

“Fuck, I love you.” He says between heavy breaths.

“Love you too, handsome.”

Miles kisses your shoulder, enjoying this amazing feeling.

He pulls out and carries you to the bathroom. He lets you use the bathroom while he starts the water for you guys. Just a quick shower after all that sweat.

After you pee, he helps you step in the shower to rinse off. You look at Miles with heart eyes, and this time, his eyes match yours.

“Thank you for not shaving. I know you're not a fan” You say as you run your hand on his chest. Miles giggles, making you laugh in the process.

“No need to thank me babe, today was for you and for us.”

You smile and lean to peck his lips. You and Miles clean yourselves quickly so you can go to bed. You need some support. Your legs are giving up on you.

As soon as you are back in bed, you're taking all his personal space. Making him chuckle in the process. Miles runs circles on your arms as your body starts to get limp beside him.

“Thank you for picking me. You're not going to regret it. I love you.” You say as your eyes start to blink with sleep.

Miles gets a little upset that it took him so long to be fully in and picking you. He smiles and kisses your head.

“I didn't regret anything up to now babe, not going to start now. I love you.”

His "I love you" is the last thing you hear that night. He watches you for a little bit before falling asleep too.

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