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sam24 · 1 year ago

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String Beans and Goldfish

Summary: Defending someone who everyone hates is hard. Especially when you're standing in front of a bunch of gang members and Mr. Serpent Hottie won't stop staring at you.

Pairing: Sweet Pea x fem!reader

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As soon as you walked through the door, you felt the piercing gaze of 20 something pairs of eyes on you. There was only one that truly mattered, but you pushed down your weird volatile feelings and cleared your throat, stepping up to Jughead.

“What are you doing here?” He raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you were into gaming.”

You rolled your eyes with a scoff. “Sorry Jughead, I’m not here to join this fun little club you’ve got going on here. I’m here to talk to you guys.”

“See Jughead, she’s probably here to tell us how stupid our club sounds. Literally who’s going to believe this.” Fangs whined.

You avoided looking at Fangs, because you knew exactly who would be standing right next to him.

“Honestly, I don’t give a shit about your club. I just need to talk to you guys about Reggie.”

You heard a collective groan among them at the name of Riverdale High’s star athlete, infamous among the Serpents for being a complete asshole.

“Why? You here to defend that dick? You his girlfriend or something?”

Shit.

You looked to where the voice came from, although you knew exactly who it was. You made eye contact with him, his eyes, cold and proud, staring into you intently, waiting for an answer. There was an emotion rippling through his body that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

Anger? Jealousy? Both?

Sweet Pea remembered the first time he saw you- the drag race. You were leaning against the truck Reggie was sitting on, your elbow resting on Kevin’s shoulder, looking annoyed as you squinted in the sun.

You had taken a sip out of Reggie’s red solo cup, making a disgusted scrunched up face before shoving the drink back into his hands.

Sweet Pea almost smirked from his place on his motorcycle next to Toni, but remembered he wouldn’t be caught dead smiling at a Northsider.

He couldn’t help but steal glances at you the whole time, and he for sure as hell could see you looking back at him.

The second time he saw you was on the Serpents’ disastrous first day at Riverdale High.

You were standing off to the side behind Kevin, trying your best not to cringe at Veronica’s enthusiasm and Archie’s uncomfiness. Sweet Pea wasn’t even listening to whatever Veronica was saying, instead eye-flirting with you the whole time.

You didn’t say anything when Cheryl and Reggie made their dramatic entrance down the stairs, apart from an audible groan and an eye roll. But, he did see you pull the sleeve of Reggie’s jacket back when he tried to storm up to Sweet Pea, a glint of warning in your eyes. Reggie immediately backed down, and Sweet Pea scowled at the sight, a string of jealousy pulling in his stomach.

He later learned you were in his World History fifth hour class. You and Cheryl walked in late, accompanied by Principal Weatherbee. Cheryl holding a rag to her bleeding nose, and a bruise forming on your knuckles, and your seat was coincidentally the one right next to the one he sat in.

”Damn you must be one hungry chick.” Sweet Pea watched as you pulled out yet another pack of goldfish.

“Thanks, string bean.” You smiled, trying your best to cover up the rapid beating of your heart. “It’s one of my best qualities.”

He raised his eyebrows with a smirk. “It’s actually Sweet Pea.”

“Well, Sweet Pea, maybe you should take me to Pop’s one time and I can show you much I can eat in one sitting.” You said with a wink, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

And before Sweet Pea could flirt back, Reggie stormed over, narrowing his eyes at Sweet Pea, threat clear in his eyes. Before he could throw out an insult, the teacher interrupted, loudly telling Reggie to sit down.

He grudgingly did, but he spent the rest of class glaring murderously at Sweet Pea. And of course, Sweet Pea flirted with you even more because of that.

And now you were here, at an undercover Serpent meeting trying to defend him.

That filled Sweet Pea with rage.

“Look, string- Sweet Pea. I’m not trying to make up excuses for him. I’m just trying to show you his side.”

“Those sound an awful lot like excuses, sweetheart.” Sweet Pea sneered.

You tried not to choke at the nickname.

“Look, Pea, I don’t want to get in the middle of whatever sexual tension is going on between you two, but how about we hear what she’s gotta say.” Toni tried to reason.

“Thank you.” You sent Toni a warm smile, ignoring the first part of her sentence, before facing the rest of them.

“Okay look. I know, Reggie is an asshole. But deep down . . . he’s actually still kind of an asshole- you know what, I have no clue where I’m going with this, lemme start over.” You said with the wave of your hand. “Reggie’s going through a lot right now. His dad- let’s just say he isn’t the best father.”

You paused, thinking how to phrase your thoughts. “He’s going through a lot of shit at home, and-”

“So? That gives him a right to treat us like shit? Tell Reggie to get over himself. Other kids get abused, doesn’t mean they go around acting like dickbags.” Sweet Pea snarled, venom dripping from his voice.

You narrowed your eyes at him, getting defensive. “No, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m just saying- honestly I don’t even know what I’m saying.”

You looked down at the floor, suddenly feeling stupid. You kicked at the tile, your converse skidding on the floor.

“I’ve known Reggie for a long time, and what I’ve accumulated over all this time is that Reggie is terrible with feelings. When he’s mad, he’s angry. When he’s sad, he’s angry. When he feels like shit, he’s angry. It may not seem like it, but he’s really hurting inside. So he thinks the solution is to take it out on other people. And you guys are the perfect target.” You got quieter, the previous anger in your voice turning into sadness.

Sweet Pea suddenly felt guilty for yelling, which was a feeling he rarely ever felt.

“Look, guys. If you want to beat him up, go for it, he honestly deserves it for being so terrible.” You took in a breath. “But try not to kill him, please. He’s my best friend.” Your voice went down to a whisper at the end.

The kid next to Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. “Please. Save the acting, bitc-”

He was quickly silenced by the thunderous slam of Sweet Pea’s palm onto the desk.

“Nevermind.” His jaw clenched.

Sweet Pea’s eyes stayed on the desk, but he caught the slight smile on your face. He was too proud to tell you that he’ll try to go easy on Reggie, just for you, but you understood.

And that was what made you special.

Before anyone could say anything, Reggie’s voice echoed in the hallway, calling your name.

“You should probably go before your boyfriend gets mad.” Sweet Pea muttered angrily, falling even deeper into the dark pit called jealousy.

You turned to walk out the door, but not before looking Sweet Pea dead in the eye.

”He’s not my boyfriend, string bean.”

#riverdale #sweet pea x reader #jealousy

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johnwickb1tsch · 2 months ago

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The Girl Next Door - XIV

A Constantine x FemVampire!Reader (feat John Wick!) fic based on this imagine. all chapters gen. warnings: NSFW, blood, biting, violence divider by animatedglittergraphics-n-more

⚠Trigger warning: YET MORE GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, if that squicks you DO NOT READ!⚠

14. a universal conduit

You’re not much for praying, but if ever God should be interested in you stupid little trials on Earth now seems like the time. As you tear through the streets of L.A. holding on for dear undeath on the back of Wick’s motorcycle, you send up a request to the big guy in the clouds:

Please, don’t let us be too late.

You just had to make a little stop at the Four Seasons to collect some blood from the Antichrist; a criminal defense lawyer named Kevin Lomax, unwittingly on retainer as don Juan’s little failsafe.

Truth be told, you’d expected more of a fight from one of Satan’s offspring–but then he was the other Son of Satan, an earthbound half-breed who possibly didn’t even know who he truly was.

More’s the better, and you keep the double Ziploc-bagged portion of his profane plasma in the inside pocket of your jacket, close to your heart.

According to don Juan…it just might be the key to saving the world.

He’d told you other things too.

Such as, this ritual was to take place at the old mental hospital, where supposedly two ley lines meet and the veil is fortuitously thin for such things, forming a sort of gate where it’s easier for the constituents of Hell to pass through.

“What sort of ritual?” you’d demanded, wanting to know what you were walking into.

Somehow, Juan managed to shrug with what remained of his trunk of a body. “Oh, the usual chanting and sacrifice I suppose. But that wasn’t my part of the deal.”

“What was your part of the deal?”

“Keeping Constantine out of it all. He was the only real threat left,” Juan grumbled, then glared at you. “You didn’t prove quite the distraction we’d hoped, you useless wench.”

You realized that he didn’t mean kidnapping you tonight, but earlier, when your whole ordeal as a creature of the night began. He’d ordered for this to happen to you. He’d been watching you all along. The weight of this truth dawned on you, and it hurt. Jesus, how it hurt, but rather than cry about it you’d bared your fangs at him, picking up his sword from the ground. It was nearly as long as you are tall, and Juan’s eyes went wide.

“What do you think you're doing with that?”

“It doesn’t feel good, does it, when you’re treated like your life is worth nothing?”

He bared his own fangs at you, jumping to the correct conclusion in the span of a second.

“We had a deal!”

“You had a deal with him,” you’d said, nodding at Wick, who stood by with his arms crossed and a stony expression. “Not me.”

“¡Espera! No, wait! You can’t–”

You’re not exactly proud of how quick you were, to cut off his head–but in the heat of the moment, the bite of the blade through flesh and bone–God it felt good.

Bloody, violated, but avenged, you stood over his decapitated corpse, shaking like a leaf but the sword still gripped hard in your hand. Lifeless eyes stared up at you, his mouth gaping as though he would still try to bargain with you from beyond the true grave. You thought of the way he touched you, the way he laughed at your pain–and you kicked his head as hard as you could like a soccer ball with a scream, bombing it into the dark depths of the cave.

The ringing in your ears returned; Wick spoke gently to you again, taking the sword from your hand. You weren’t exactly numb, but the world seemed to have narrowed to a tunnel, where there was only you, and Wick, and his strong hands upon you leading you away.

You never found Chas in the cave, and you hope he is with John, and not dead in an alley somewhere. You had to hand it to them, for baiting you just with a hat…but it seems safe to say the joke was on don Juan in the end.

♰♰♰

“You can stay here,” says Wick as you pull up to the hospital, cupping your cheek in his hand. It seems eerily abandoned, for a medical facility, the windows all dark. “You have done enough, milaya. Let me finish this fight for you.”

But you shake your head, unwilling to sit out from the fray. You can feel that John is in there, and he is afraid, although he is controlling it well enough to function. You sense the fighting hasn’t started quite yet. So brave, your demon hunter. He deserves better, than dying in this place a second time.

“No. I’m going with you.”

You like him even more, for not arguing with you. He simply nods, and he is ready to get down to business. “I hate demons,” he grumbles, rifling through his saddlebags for vials and a pair of brass cross-emblazoned knuckles. “They are too complicated.”

“Are they really harder to kill than vampires?” you ask, watching him with a fascination you’re not sure is healthy.

“Yes and no. Their powers…vary. You must be smart on your feet to find their weakness, before they kill you. It is impressive…your Constantine has lived so long.”

You are so surprised to hear him compliment John that he could have pushed you over with a feather. He looks up at you with a rueful smile you do not understand. “Let’s hope his luck holds, eh? Come on.”

Armed to the teeth with Juan’s broadsword, knives, guns, holy water, and what you think may have been a grenade slipped into his pocket, you follow your dhampir beau into the dark maw of the place some people would swear is already Hell on Earth.

♰♰♰

The moment you set foot inside the hospital you sense the demonic presence, like a seething nest of poisonous snakes in the heart of the building. Wick feels it too, and you follow the winding hallways towards the therapeutic recreation area of the facility; ie, the pool.

“Water is a vehicle; it lubricates the transition between worlds,” Wick explains hushedly, when you speculate as to why.

You are scared, but you shove it down, and follow a step behind at Wick’s side. Worry for Constantine knots in your gut; maybe it’s stupid, but you just want to see him again. You don’t allow yourself to think one last time–even if in the very back of your brain, you feel the impending doom all too well.

“...are all in violation of the balance,” you hear a familiar voice say, and your heart soars. “Leave now, or you will be deported.”

You arrive in time to find John standing on a chair with a crowd of demons looking upon him curiously, that golden shotgun at his side. He should look ridiculous like that, but somehow, he is so tall and resolute that he cuts nothing less than a striking figure.

“Go to Hell,” he tells the room, holding his lighter up to a sprinkler head–then he seems to sense you behind him–he whirls with terror in his eyes. “No!” he shouts desperately, throwing out his hand as though he could physically push you from across the room.

Wick seems to understand something you do not, for just as the sprinkler heads begin to spew water he grabs you around the waist and runs for the hall.

A few drops splash your hands and your face–and you scream.

It feels like battery acid, something horribly caustic that could eat the flesh from your bones. The pain is excruciating, and you can hardly think as Wick bundles you along, not stopping until you find a dry place in the building, far away from the sprinklers.

“What the fuck!” you hiss, looking at the sizzling droplets that landed on your hands.

“Holy water,” Wick answers, licking your skin.

Somehow, that works, and you sit back against the painted cinder block wall so hard your head cracks.

“Jesus fucking Christ, that’s diabolical.”

Wick pays you a commiserating half smile. “I fear you are the one who is diabolical, my love.”

You realize a beat later he is playing word games with you, and you hiss. “What about John? There were fifty demons in that room!”

Wick nods, and you cannot fathom how this man, who you’d witnessed literally tearing vampires apart with his bare hands, can give such effective puppy eyes. It’s really not fair. “Stay here, milaya.”

You grip Wick’s hands in yours, knowing it contradicts everything this man wants in the world, but pleading with him anyway, “Please look after him?”

With a growl the dhampir nods, electric blue flashing in his midnight dark irises. He makes to stand, but you aren’t done with him yet, pulling him back to you. You can tell he’s annoyed as he looks to you, and even with the looming doom and vestiges of the sting of holy water upon your skin, you can’t help but smile a little. “Promise you’ll come back to me?”

Immediately he softens, pressing his mouth to yours in a hard kiss that curls your toes and claims your heart all over again. He pulls away while you are too starstruck to function, disentangling himself from your hands curled in his jacket.

“Be seeing you, vampling. Ya obeshchayu.” You don’t know how you know that means, ‘I promise’.

And then he is gone, charging back down the hall towards the fray. You watch your warrior go with an ache in your chest; it moves you, just watching the way he moves with such deadly purpose. You find you are not half as worried about him, as you are Constantine.

Feeling utterly useless, you pace in the hall, hating being left to wait while the–you have to admit it–two men you care about are battling the unclean horde. You know you cannot go near that holy sprinkler water, and you pause to study a map of the hospital on the wall. It is black and white and grainy, state of the art printing from 1968. But it looks like you can access the pool area from another corridor on the other side, and you wonder if that section of the hospital received the same blessed deluge.

You know that John Wick asked you to stay put–for his sake, as much as yours. But the stakes are too high, and you just can’t stand by. It’s probably a bad idea, but you make your way down the hall.

♰♰♰

As you burst through the pool room doors via the men’s locker rooms you hear the cacophony of the battle taking place in the other room. There is also something thrashing around in the pool, the water churning like a feeding frenzy of sharks. Juan had made it sound like the pool itself was the gate, and fear spikes through you from head to toe.

Is it Him?

A figure emerges for a mere second, gasping for breath–you realize it’s Angela struggling with something trying to drown her, and you jump in without another thought. The thing is strong, as strong as you, and you grapple with it under the water, trying to get its hands off the detective so she can have a chance to breathe. It’s impossible to get a foothold in the water against this thrashing thing. In a desperate ditch attempt to stop it, you grab its head and wrench as hard as you can, breaking its neck, twisting it around all the way backwards.

By some luck or finally some divine interference, it goes still.

You waste no time in picking Angela up, hoisting her out of the pool. She is so tiny, for such a fierce thing. She’s gone still, and you plead or pray again through bloody tears, “Please don’t be dead.”

Perhaps you are technically dead, but you still attempt to breathe life back into her, blowing air into her mouth and you thank all the deities when she violently coughs up water and gasps for breath, clutching your arms for dear life. You turn her onto her side and pat her back, trying to help her expel the water from her lungs.

“Thank fuck,” you hiss under your breath, holding her. She looks up at you, her eyes widening when she sees your fangs and glowing orange eyes.

“It’s ok, it’s ok,” you tell her, trying to make yourself look more human and failing spectacularly in the heightened stress of the moment. “I’m a friend of John’s.”

She relaxes back against the concrete, nodding, maybe needing to believe you.

You laugh a little out of pure disbelief. There are still flashes of blue lightning and gunfire in the other room, Wick and Constantine working together. Who knew? But it sounds like the fight is winding down.

Is this it? Did you do it?

Is it going to be ok??

You are able to enjoy the lightness of this sliver of hope for a mere second, before suddenly you sense that you are not alone in the room. Something invisible picks you up roughly, and throws you back into the pool.

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*full credit to @discoscoob for the idea to bring Kevin Lomax into this!! 😄 *a belated fyi, the reason I call Don John ---> don Juan is because "don" is a prefix and honorific signifying nobility, like Mr. or Sir, not actually part of his name. In Spanish, it's not capitalized. He's from Aragón, which is now a state but once was a kingdom unto itself in the Iberian peninsula, before Spain became, well...Spain as we know it, unified. Sort of.

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ynbabe · 10 months ago

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Hii, could you do a part two of "bite me"? I love reading these types of stories <33

Bloody red ୨୧ Charles Leclerc x Reader- Vampire AU

| Part 1 | Heyyy y'all- I'M BACK!!! Okay so reader is at the end for this but I promise y'all will love this- it's Charles, how could one not? Anyways, enjoy and let me know what you wanna see next! REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

Charles could almost throw up from the sight in front of him, he was exaggerating of course but it was close.

A large spread of food- human food. The drivers had all gone out to celebrate, he didn't know what, maybe it was a pity meal after the absolute mess in Australia. He hoped so, looking at how George and Logan looked- faces pale, eyes dark, looking like they could throw up.

Across from him Fernando hadn't touched the food and was sipping on his suspiciously red win, Lance sat to his right and Checo to his left. He spoke animatedly to the Red Bull driver in fast and whispered Spanish and Lance gossiped, loud (for the vampire) in French to Esteban, who seemed equally engrossed in what the Canadian was saying.

Charles swallowed thickly, it wasn't as if he couldn't eat human food it was just that it tasted bland and quite frankly gross to him and Fernando, whom he still suspected to be a vampire. How could he not? That man was surprisingly fit for a man of 40... not that 40 was old.

He fiddled with the spaghetti on his plate but finally gave in an shoved it in his mouth, swallowing like it pained him to do so.

When he looked back up, he saw Fernando staring at him, with a look on his face that Charles couldn't for the life of him figure out. So he decided to torture that old man, why not?

"The food's nice isn't it Nando?" He asked, pulling the table's attention to the two, he smirked as he saw the older man's eyes widen for a second before he regained composure and smiled- no smirked back.

"Yes, yes, it is," he replied, his accent thick, "You don't seem to have eaten much though, not to your taste?" he stressed the last word in an insinuating manner, the meaning lost on all others who were listening in, but he knew, he knew that he knew that he knew- okay this was getting confusing.

"Oh no, I like it, your plate has been empty though?" This was fun, Fernando shook his head and returned to his wine, everyone on the table seemed to have moved on, other than a few prying eyes, unknown to the two drivers.

As the night went on the herd began to thin, as most of the younger drivers- Max, Lando, Oscar (on Lando's insistence, which consisted of him dragging the poor boy out with him,) Zhou, Pierre, Alex, Carlos, Yuki and of course, Daniel had decided to go clubbing. Nico, Kevin, Checo, Valtteri and Esteban had returned to their hotels, tired of the weekend and its festivities.

Left at the table were Fernando and Lance, who seemed to be having a hushed conversation, too soft even for his ears, George and Logan, who seemed to be slightly panicked about something and Lewis who was paying the bill, but just as he was done, he nodded at Fernando in some sort of silent agreement and headed out, patting the drivers in his way, including Charles, on the back and gracing the others with a small wave.

The Aston-Martin driver's conversation finally ends, the younger man laughing at something Nando said as he gets up from the chair and walks away.

Then suddenly, all Fernando's attention is on Charles, unwavering, eyes like a hunter on his prey, "You know," he says nonchalantly, leaning back, "and you know that I know," his eyes still piercing into his own, "So what are we going to do about it?"

Charles knows there's no real danger, after all, he couldn't hurt him without having his secret out, right? Regardless he's terrified, but he's also a gutsy, annoying little shit, so he responds in kind.

"Nothing," and bares his fangs, sipping his own cup of wine, it actually was just wine. He felt pride as Fernando's face morphed into shock.

"This... this I did not expect," he surrendered, hands in the air, "but, I am not unhappy," he smiled, baring his fangs back the monegasque.

Somewhere further along the long table, they were seated at, something clattered, making the two vampires turn their necks at breakneck speeds, well for humans at least.

"What... the fuck!" The American cursed, the tall Brit ext to him equally shocked, his jaw locked shut.

Oh god, how could they forget about them? They were truly screwed now.

"George, think about this-" he began but he was cut off by him opening his pursed mouth which let a small stream of blood dribble out.

Before he had a chance to think the American opened his mouth, teeth- no fangs, stained red. They lifted the small metal decanter they had been drinking from throughout the dinner, he'd just assumed it was alcohol.

"Okay then, " Nando sighed and chugged from his glass of what he now knew was blood. He motioned for the two boys to come closer and they looked around before speeding to sit next to the older man, George where Lance was once seated and Logan where Esteban was.

All he could do was stare, "W-who? What?" slipped out his mouth before he could stop it.

"Well, I was turned very long ago," Fernando confessed.

"How long?" He asked,

"Let's just say Formula was as interesting in the '50s," he smiled, making the three younger men exclaim in various degrees of disbelief.

"That's- impossible, what?" Logan called out, clearly shocked.

"You're a vampire and that's what you think is impossible?" George sassed.

"Yeah? And whose fault is that?" Logan snarked back, using an unused baguette to smack the taller blonde across the head making him hiss in reply.

"Well, I was going to ask who turned you but I guess that's answered," Fernando said, looking at the younger boys.

"Wait, who turned you, George?" Charles asked.

"Lewis, he didn't mean to... it just kind of happened," the boy shrugged.

"And you, Predestinado?" Nando asked, ever theatrical but Charles was a little ashamed now.

"I- uh, I don't know actually," He replied making the other three look at him in concern.

"It happened at a club and I've been feeding off my girlfriend, ever since..." he let out and watched as Logan and George moved closer to each other and Nando sighed.

"Y/n, yes? She's a good kid, Charli, try not to hurt her, this life... it is not an easy one, you know," he warned but the look in his eyes told Charles he was speaking from experience.

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The door opened just as you had dozed off, tired of waiting for Charles.

"Y/n, belle, are you awake, Cheri?" he whispered as he walked into the expensive hotel room.

You startled awake, immediately smiling at your boyfriend. He laid next to you and you moved to let yourself burrow into his arms, head on his chest. At first the lack of a heart beat scared you , but now it was almost comforting, knowing the the sounds you heard were your blood running through his veins.

"Bebe, you will not belive who else is a Vampire," he started off, making you awaken more properly than before.

"There's more of you?" you questioned in shock, leading to perhaps the most important gossip session of your life.

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97keanu · 1 year ago

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Demonic!Kevin x Intern!Reader

Premise: You work as intern for Kevin Lomax, a powerful, suave, sexy southern lawyer who has just taken over his fathers law firm. Everyone seems to hate Kevin for something, whether it is his power, his cockiness, or the fact that he's likely tried to fuck their wives. You find him terrifying for a different reason...

Tags/CW: demon!Kevin, angel!reader, intern!reader, reader is fresh out of college and dirt poor, Kevin tries to seduce reader over time, shy!reader, chaste!reader, virgin!reader, age gap (22/32), dom!Kevin, sub!reader, slight dubcon, corruption kink, mirror sex, dirty dreams, degradation, rough sex, aggressive sex, oral, p in v, praise kink, raw.

The office day is typically very mind numbing. You were only an intern, unpaid at that, so you mainly picked up grunt work like coffee orders and print jobs. It was okay work, you signed up for it knowing that it was just a stepping stone for your career as a lawyer later. What really bothered you most about your job, was your boss.

Kevin Lomax was once the long lost, then reunited again son of John Milton, the law firms original founder. Kevin now took over for his father most days, who had plenty of business trips and meetings that he was more interested in. What bothered most of the other staff was understandable. He was young, and there were other members of the team who worked far too long and hard to be usurped by someone half their age. He was cocky, said what was on his mind, talked with that slippery southern tongue of his words no one else could get away with saying. On top of all that, he was a womanizer, he would often take money from corporate to spend lavishly in the top clubs of New York. There were many newspaper headlines that show Kevin, smile happy and languid, while women rest around him like some kind of Greek statue denoting the god of sex himself.

All that, Kevin's power, his age, the fact that he could out fuck most of the old lawyers here gave him a reputation, gave him contempt, and gave him an ego worst of all.

None of it was what bothered you, however. What bothered you was how no one else seemed to notice the horns. Right there, at the top of Kevin's head, amongst his so neatly trimmed and slicked inky black hair. They were small. Two round, little golden points. They seemed to sharpen at the tips.

You couldn't help but let out a gasp when you first met with him, as his new intern. The secretary that introduced you to him gave a glare at the noise, upset at any sense of disrespect from you towards Kevin. With a small wave of his hand, Kevin dismissed the woman without a word. Instead, his attention was completely focused on you.

He had a smile that you couldn't quite define. Was he intrigued by you? Perhaps. His eyes made you want to squirm in your seat, heat rising to your cheeks and to your own surprise, your cunt too. You've never felt such a way by any man. In fact, you would go as far as to say you were chaste. A virgin who had never really been tempted by anyone in such a way.

Here you were though, looking at a man with golden horns atop his head, ready to cum from the smallest attention. You moved your thighs together, somehow knowing that Kevin could tell his effect on you. In your first meeting, Kevin didn't try anything more than that. No, with the way he looked at you, you knew he loved a chase more than anything.

From there, more strange things only continued to occur. Besides the obvious horns on the top of Kevin's head, you swore you could see the glinting of sharp pearly whites behind his sultry lips. No else focused on Kevin's fangs, only you. You found yourself having to look away, for why you're unsure, when Kevin smiled too wide. It was like a sheep fearing the wolf's sharp bite, something in your stomach coiled with that feeling when you saw his fangs.

It didn't stop there, no. When you shook Kevin's hand for the first time, you noticed how sharp his nails were, immediately. His hands were human, but the nails were pointed, and dark. His entire ends of his fingertips seemed as if they had been burnt, with no injury. Just sooty black tips. You recoiled from his touch, and when you glance up to see his reactions, he is laughing at you. Before he speaks you feel like an embarrassed child, her crush having rejected her and now teasing her with his laughter.

"You are going to be..." He finally says when his laughter fades, then pausing to search for the right word.

"So interesting..." His clawed hand reaches up as he speaks, his voice soft with wonder for you. You flinch when his skin presses against your cheek as light as a feather. His skin is so warm, that of someone feverish if that had been human.

Human. Yes, that was what Kevin Lomax was not. You were sure of it. Unfortunately, your contract as an intern was not something you could walk away from. Besides the breach of contract, the firm paid for your housing, food, and any thing else you needed to work in such an expensive city as New York. You wouldn't be able to live here with hopes of starting a career if you left.

You were stuck here, with a devil of a boss, and no one but you seemed privvy to it. Perfect. You're sure your cheeky boss knew that too.

Fine, you're work life is in a strange place, but at least you get some down time when you finally go back to your apartment. Or, it would be if it weren't for the dreams.

They all start the same, you're in a garden of some sort. It's lush, green, full of life. As you enjoy soaking in the sun, a crisp halo above your head, you sense a darkness coming. When you open your eyes, Kevin is already between your legs, kissing your inner thighs as he goes deeper. You can't even hide your want, it comes out in pretty little gasps as he laps at your clit with purpose.

Soon enough he's at your neck, spreading your legs and moving his hips to replace the empty space made. He whispers such naughty things in your ears that you always seem to forget upon waking. He wets his cock at your entrance, which is more than ready for him, before plunging in deeply, taking you in no gentle manner at all. And despite what your waking self would think, you open wider for him, allowing him to fuck you however he pleases. Asking him to go rougher even. You already know you'll awake in a blushed and embarrassed state from all this.

The one thing you always remember happening, just before Kevin fills your tight little pussy up, is him reaching up, through your mess of hair and grabbing hold of that little golden halo. He wrenches it off of you, tossing it away, and you feel yourself darken to his level. Then, you awake, in a gasp and missing the fullness you had just imagined. It always felt so real.

It was only made worse by the fact that when you went into work after nights like that, you could feel Kevin's gaze, almost physically burning two little holes into your back even. You could watch those dark eyes of his trail up your body, stopping at all the places that made you feel even more like a sexual object to him. Your new wardrobe, picked out by Kevin himself when you started working, revealed all the more. He chose to dress you in only the highest quality and name brand clothes, but decided cuts that exposed your breasts and thighs were the most professional. You felt like a whore most of the time, but no one else in the office dare to look at you the way Kevin does. They knew better.

Today, you're delivering files for this or that to Kevin's office, cheeks still pink from the morning's dream. When you walk in, it's as if Kevin can smell that lust you had for him. He inhales and smiles slyly, leaning back in his chair with hands behind his head, horns glinting in the morning light.

"Good morning, Angel..." He says his signature pet name for you with a huskiness in his voice. His eyes size you up, determining what, you are unsure.

"Good morning, Mr. Lomax." You respond, as always keeping your tone as even as possible, as not to reveal anything.

"You look tired, did you get enough sleep?" The words are pointed, a laugh hidden somewhere within them, as if he is sharing some private joke you're not in on.

"It was alright," your voice is soft, barely raised above a whisper. You wish you weren't so shy, and that Kevin didn't have such an effect on you, but he did. He always did.

"No bad dreams? Nightmares...?" He prods with that knowing look in his eye. You glance up to those horns, thinking of how you held them, bringing him closer in your dream and gripping his hair. You know he's caught you looking, and you try to focus on anything else.

"No, sir..." Your voice finds itself finally, and you're still gazing at the dark wooden floors of Kevin's office when suddenly his fingers are lifting up your chin. You can feel the claws gently, tenderly, on your smooth flesh. Your eyes meet Kevin's, and even up close, the blackness of his eyes only seems to get darker, deeper. You feel the world tunnel between the two of you, and nothing else matters.

"What's wrong, Angel? Something on your mind?" As he says this, you can almost see it. Those images of him fucking your rentlessly. You feel as if he's reading your mind.

"I just..." You can barely get the words you, you're beginning to feel so flustered by the dirty thoughts roaming your mind. You see his fangs glint in the light as he speaks again.

"Just? Tell me, darlin'..." His soft, southern voice coaxes you, honey sweet. You can barely stand now, and you don't even know when Kevin started being so close, his body now supporting yours, a hand wrapped around your back.

"It's just so hard to think right now..." You whisper, your lips barely moving, and for a moment you wonder if you even said anything at all.

"Do you want me to take it away? All that worry." He looks so deeply into your soul, you feel as if you're on fire. Everywhere he's touching you right now is a burning, tingling mess. All you can do is nod, your brow furrowed and your heart fluttering with anxiety and want.

Kevin leans in and presses his lips to yours, and that heat floods from your mouth down to your pussy. He gently coaxes you into him, his mouth moving perfectly to get you to open for him. When you do, his tongue plays with yours, inviting you to explore his mouth. You move it across his teeth and feel your stomach tense when you glide across the sharpness of his fangs. They really are there, you can't believe it.

Your hands move up to his hair, so curious. You have to know. Have you been imagining this, or have they always really been there...? You let your fingers play in the darkness of his hair as he kisses down your neck, and finally you feel that hard, protruding horn. When you touch it, Kevin pulls back to look at you.

"So, you really do see them. I was starting to wonder if it was only me seeing that halo above you..." You look at Kevin with confusion as his gaze pulls to above your head.

"What do you mean?" Your voice speaks, and Kevin pulls you towards the giant windows of his office. The light from this time of day allows both of your reflections to appear, translucent and tender.

You gasp as you see it, that small golden ring above your head. Your hand reaches up, and you flinch when you feel the cool metal there. You never noticed, you have no idea how you never noticed.

"There's a reason why I call you my little angel..." His voice is right against your ear, his breath hot and tickling your exposed neck and ear. You glance back at the reflection and when you do, it's as if Kevin's horns have grown, long and golden. When he presses his body into you, you know something else has grown too. The heat of his cock against your back is driving you mad.

"This...this doesn't make sense..." You try to be rational, try to stay grounded, but it's no use. Not when Kevin's at your neck, his fangs tasting you, but not sinking in.

"Does it have to? Or can we just do what our bodies want..." Kevin continues to coax you, his hands riding up your waist to meet your chest.

"I don't..." You want to lie. Say you don't want this, but it won't even leave your mouth.

"Tell me to stop and I will..." Kevin declares, and somehow, you know it's true. Your mouth opens, and Kevin's touch stills, listening, waiting for the words.

Your lips close, and instead a moan escapes where "Stop" should have been. You can't help yourself anymore. You've wanted this for too long, night after night of dreaming this. You feel something flutter on your back, and Kevin moves. Your wings unfurl, white and delicate. They're so small, having not been used in so long. The more Kevin touches you the more you seem to remember. You can't believe you forgot this part of yourself.

Kevin slowly moves your top so that your wings may be free, as well as freeing your breasts into the cool office air. He runs his hands up to them, the heat so contrasting with your cool, calm skin. You let him play with you, showing you in the mirror how much he's enjoying this. You glance at yourself, and somehow it turns you on to see yourself being corrupted as such.

"You're going to let me taint you, my little angel?" Kevin's breaths speaks into your neck. You moan out in response, as his hands move downward, slipping off your skirt and sliding into your panties.

"You're already so wet for me," He adds with a grin as he begins to toy with you. His fingers glide carefully over your clit, both teasing you and being sure not to hurt you with his claws.

"Please..." You moan out as this teasing begins to torture you. You want him so bad you feel as if you will drown without him. The spell he casts on you is so wicked.

"Please what...? Tell me what you want me to do." He wants you to say it, say all those dirty things in your head. You know he wants to see how creative you are in imagining him fucking you. That is a true sign of how he has begun to change you, making your angelic self fall. You can almost feel your halo dimming, just slightly as you begin.

"I want," you start, the words escaping with moans. "I want you to fuck me...right here, against the glass..."

Kevin smiles, and those fangs flash, your body shudders at the sight.

"Oh really, my sweet. You want everyone in New York to see you pressed against my window, and fucked silly? Is that it?" He chides you, making you admit how badly you want it before giving you more of his touch.

"Y-yes...I want everyone to know how much of a whore I've become, sir..." You can't believe you're saying it, but it's true. You know how badly you've wanted this.

"That's a good girl... Now, why don't you get down on your knees for me first." He says, and you follow, your Mary Jane's clacking on the wooden floor. Your knees meet the wood, and your bare ass is pressed against the cold glass. Kevin unleashes his cock from his suit pants, and you let out a breath. It's so big, the girth alone was enough to make you nervous, the length made it worse.

"I want to see those big doe eyes looking up at me while you suck my cock." Kevin instructs, and you nod, taking his cock in your hands.

You begin to open your mouth, but Kevin grows tired of waiting, opting to move a Hans behind your head and pull you into it. His coxk floods your mouth, your tongue struggling to move out of the way. You've never had something this big in there, it's almost hard to breathe as he slides himself in deeper. You moan from the feeling, and somehow you find yourself relishing in being so obedient, to be used so well by someone so powerful.

You let him fuck your throat, your spit increasing and soon enough your practically drooling on his cock.

"I knew you'd be such a nice little slut to have around the office," Kevin says, a few moans almost escaping him. "I just had make you fall, angel."

You keep looking up at him like he told you too, your eyes wide and innocent as ever, such a pretty little lamb to the slaughter for him. You wonder if he really will keep you around after he uses you up, you don't know what a demon may do to a sweet angel like you. You watch as Kevin's eyes close in pleasure as he fucks your mouth deeper than ever, your moans turning to chokes as he really uses your throat for nothing more than a cocksleeve.

Kevin pulls out of your mouth, his cock hot and hard. He pulls you up, your knees beginning to find bruises. He kisses you deeply, desperately, uncaring if your face is so messy from sucking his cock. Then he pulls his mouth down to your breast, sucking and biting on your nipples.

"Was I...a good slut for you..?" You say, so innocently, needing to hear him tell you this.

Kevin looks up from your breast and smiles.

"You're such a good whore, let me reward you..." You feel your heart lift from his praise, and your pussy wetten. He moves down from your breasts and spreads your legs, pressing you up against the glass once more. You stay standing, locking one leg over his shoulder, and his arms supporting the other.

His mouth suckles at your clit, and with such sudden attention, you feel as if you might cum right there. He backs off, tongue exploring the rest of your cunt, licking deeply, tasting you as if he has never tasted something so delicious.

"You're so sweet..." He breathes out, the air tickling your exposed pussy. He let's his claws graze up your thighs as he continues to tease you. You shudder against his touch, and he smiles into his licks, satisfied with pleasing you so.

You find his hair, how a mess from your hands, and pull him in. You feel his horns, now long enough to clutch, and you take hold of them, bobbing with his head. He moans into your pussy as you stroke them, obviously they're sensitive to your touch. You almost smile at finding a weakness of his.

You feel so close when Kevin kisses back up your stomach, moaning out from the lack of attention on your cunt.

"Don't worry, I think you'll like what's next more..." He hushes you between kisses until he's back up at your mouth. You taste yourself on his lips and somehow want more.

Kevin picks you up, pulling you from the window and placing you on his desk.

"I think we've given New York enough of a show, why don't you give me one..." He says as he looks down on your body laid bare for him. Your wings press against the wood as you lay back fully, your legs wrapping around his waist.

Kevin slowly takes off the rest of his suit, making you watch with want as he undresses. You notice he has wings of his own, black, and unfurling into much larger ones than yours. You can feel the heat radiating off him.

When he's left you there long enough, he strokes his cock a few times before rubbing it on your clit. He plays with you there as you moan out for him, watching your every twitch with pleasure on his face. He taps the head of his cock onto your clit a few times before sliding down to meet your entrance. Your breath hitches as you tense, nervous for something so big for your first time.

"I'm..." you begin to explain, but Kevin finishes your sentence.

"A virgin? I know, that's one of the reasons I picked you." He smirks, and you feel a blush fall over your body from the implications. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle... At first."

He says this as begins to push his cock into your wetness, and you moan out, clutching his arms as you're stretched far beyond what you ever expected. He gets a few inches in before he stops, let's you accommodate his girth. He pushes a little more before he's stopped by your pussy, your virginity not allowing him in deeper. You watch as he reaches down, his claws careful but skillful, taking his thumb and massaging your clit before moving any deeper.

You lean your head back in ecstasy as you enjoy the feeling of being so full and having your clit petted so perfectly. You barely notice Kevin slowly easing his way past your hymen, using the pleasure he gives you to mask any pain. You only wince once, when he's fully inside you, so deep you can hardly stand it. He pulls back, and you half expect him to lose control, slam into your pussy right away, but he doesn't.

Kevin takes his time with you, slowly pumping himself in and out, working with your body to make sure you feel good too.

"You like that, my angel?" He breathes out, checking on you. You nod, moaning his name, your legs wrapping around tighter.

He continues, picking up speed slowly until he's fucking you with precise and controlled movements. You love how good it feels, being so full and so stretched by him. Every time he hits the deepest parts, you feel it in your stomach, the pain mixed with the pleasure he keeps providing with rubbing your clit driving you mad. You feel yourself tighten around his cock.

"Oh no, angel, don't cum just yet..." He teases, pulling his thumb from your clit. You whine in response.

"I want to see you touch yourself for me," he says with husky want in his voice. "I want you to play with yourself while I fuck you."

"Yes, sir..." You respond, and you can tell he likes it when you call him that. You like being so submissive for him, your hand reaching down for your clit while your other finds your breast, playing with both for him.

Kevin begins to move faster now, pumping himself in and out of your pussy fast enough that your chunky shoes clack together behind his back. You moan out, pressing your head into the wooden desk as you near release. Your hands move with desperation, looking to touch yourself just right. You feel your pussy clenching around his cock, and you can barely moan, your breath stuck in your throat as you begin to get pushed over the edge.

"K-Kevin..." You barely get out as his cock hardens more than ever, punishing your cunt with relentless pumps.

You move your fingers faster until finally you feel it. That heat releasing in your own body, every muscle tense and your pussy tightening so much Kevin can hardly fuck you properly. You feel your legs spasm, the muscles losing themselves to pleasure as it overflows in your body. You don't even remember moaning, but you are. All that is enough for Kevin as well, his cock shuddering and emptying his cum so deep inside of you. The liquid is so hot you feel as if he's set a fire inside you, his cock twitching to fuck his cum deeper. You hear him moan your name in response, and look up to see him looking so breathless and content.

He moves onto you, laying his head at your breast. You see those horns of his again, so close now. You almost laugh at the thought of how they perplexed you so upon meeting Kevin. Kevin presses his body into, as if he can't get close enough.

You wonder for a moment if it's you who's tamed this demon, not the other way around.

#kevin lomax x intern!reader #kevin lomax x reader #kevin lomax x angel!reader #kevin lomax #the devils advocate #my writing

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honey-minded-hivemind · 4 months ago

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⚔Wouldn't You Like🏛 AU, The Gods of Genosha, Krakoa, and the Human Kingdoms:

Charles Xavier/Cerebro: one of the kings of the gods, is the god of the mind and learning, can control minds, influence thoughts, heal inner pain, cause hallucinations, and puppeteer others; has a moving throne of metal and stardust; sometimes wears a helmet with an X on it; is married to Erik/Magneto, the other king of the gods; his symbols include: twined branches, mourning doves, ravens, and peridots, jades, and emeralds...

Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto: the other king of the gods, is the god of metals and justice, can control any metal, make anything from metal, is immune to certain powers, can manipulate iron in the blood, and uses metal to summon or throw lightning; has a helm of metal, a cape of silver, and usually his face is unseen; is married to Charles/Cerebro, one of the kings of the gods; his symbols include: shields, helmets, crossed spears, eagles, and titanium, iron, and silver...

Ororo Munroe/Storm: is the goddess of all weather as well as motherhood, can summon any kind of storm (snow, sand, thunder, etc.), can control lightning and the winds, can make the sun shine or make it rain; has a cape/cloak of clouds, hair of mists, and fastenings of gold; her symbols include: clouds, raindrops, lightning bolts, cranes, and blue/yellow topaz, aquamarine, and diamond

Raven Darkholme/Mystique: goddess of trickery, deceit, and secrets, can turn into any person or animal, is able to spy in any form, and is the wife of the minor goddess Destiny, who sees the future; appears naked, but is always blue, wears a belt and loincloth of white or black silk, sometimes a top of white or black; her symbols include: blue snakes, blue moons and stars, tragedy/comedy masks, and sapphires and garnets...

Logan Howlett/Wolverine: god of the wilderness and protection, as well as small woodland predators (ex. wolverines, badgers, foxes, wolves, coyotes, etc.), can go into a berserker mode, has six sharp, gleaming claws of poisonous metal, can take on an army of hundreds of soldiers, can bring out the protective side of others, can make a person become like an animal; wears a jacket or coat of brown leather, and pants or a loincloth of faded blue or black; is the brother of the older (and dual) god of nature and the wild, Victor/Sabretooth; his symbols include crossed claws or swords, badgers and wolverines, and howlite, hawk's eye, and jasper

Victor Creed/Sabretooth: dual god of nature and the hunt, as well as large predators (ex. smilodons, tigers, lions, bears, etc.), can fall into berserker mode, lives by his instincts, can drive men into insane rage/bloodlust, can destroy an entire kingdom barehanded, is also a god of protection; is the older brother of Logan/Wolverine, the autumn side of nature to his winter; wears large furred coats and jackets, or loincloth of golden or brown; his symbols include: tigers, lions, fanged skulls, curved, clawed footprints, and tiger's eye, amber, and gold + pyrite...

Hank McCoy/Beast: god of science, teaching, medicine, and literature, possess great strength of body and mind, knows the secrets of medicine, has scrolls and stone tablets of ancient texts, has taught medicine and shared written language with kingdoms past, and is both a lover and a fighter; is fluffy and dark blue/indigo, has little need for cloths, but will wear dark blue/black pants or cloths; his symbols include: gorillas, lions, scrolls, quills, medicinal herbs, and labradorite, obsidian, and turquoise...

Kevin Sydney/Morph: deity of cunning, mirth and merriment, comedy and tragedy, and change, can take any form and any power, can cause madness, is a master trickster, tends to help down-on-their-luck mortals; is a good friend of Logan/Wolverine; wears a cloth/toga, can be naked or covered in a jacket or clothes, usually in shades of brown, yellow, or blue; their symbols include: chameleons, vipers, butterflies/moths, caterpillars, masks, and opals, color-changing sapphires/garnets, and pearls

(They all had once trained and given a gift/blessing (a mutation) to Reader, but after The Fight, they rarely speak of them... no one can ever speak ill of Reader in their presence or where they can hear, lest they earn the wrath of any of them... they try to be better mentors (read: parents) to the new demigods...)

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere xmen evolution #platonic yandere xmen evolution au #⚔wouldn't you like🏛 au

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yourjughead · 11 months ago

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Fighting Exs pt 3

Sweet Pea X Reader

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“Reg stop! Where are you going?!” You half shouted across the car park to your ex boyfriend, his back to you looking to where he parked his car.

“I have to kick some Serpent ass” you finally caught up to him outside his car, snatching his keys from his hand.

“YN!”

“Reg stop, it was an accident, we were just dancing and he did it by mistake!”

“Dancing?! You were dancing with that jerk? Isn't it bad enough you took his side yesterday, now you're off dancing with him? What has gotten into you YN?” Your eyes landed on the ground at his sharp tone. You were transported back to when you were dating, being reprimanded for even the smallest thing.

“We were…we were having fun”

“YN, it's okay to have made a mistake” your face contorted in confusion as he moved towards you and caught hold of your hands, dragging your gaze back to him.

“YN, I'd take you back, we can be back together again” you scoffed loudly at him pulling back your arms from his grip.

“I have self respect Reggie”

“Really is that new? Come with the Serpent?” He bit, cocking his head to one side. Ever a group for good timing, Fangs and Sweet Pea rode up the driveway of Pops on their motorbikes. Fangs on the way to meet Kevin, accompanied by Sweet Pea who hoped to run into you. The two parked their bikes, removing their helmets releasing laughter from beneath, short lived as Sweet Pea found his eyes on you and Reggie.

“C'mon YN, come back to me, you'll never find better” his words fed an internal voice you regularly fought off. You bit your lip looking back down, he slowly caught hold of your arms again, unaware of the Serpent heading in your direction.

“No” you almost whispered, pulling back again.

“Don't say no to me! No one else will want you!” The words you hadn't heard from him in so long brought crashing memories back of a tumultuous relationship, you felt your mind go out to the sea of sadness it had spent so long trying to escape from when a familiar voice came as a life raft.

“I’d want her…if she'll have me” you both spun to face Sweet Pea, still holding his helmet in one hand, his other in his leather jacket pocket.

“You!” Reggie seethed, springing from his spot, almost knocking you to the floor in the movement. Your friends came out from inside Pops, to find the Serpent and the Bulldog rolling around shouting and fighting. Kevin ran to your side as you screamed at them both to stop.

“You fucking loser!” Reggie screamed as Archie hauled him up off the floor after Jughead pulled Sweet Pea off of him.

“I'm not the one who cheated on the perfect girl!” He spat back. Your friends' heads shot in your direction. The secret was out. The secret you kept to keep things normal. The secret you kept so they wouldn't have to pick sides and you didn't haven't risk not being who they'd choose.

“YN is that true?” Archie half winced from behind Reggie. You slowly shook your head in agreement, eyes going from Sweet Pea to the floor.

“Wow Reggie you are a loser” Jughead released Sweet Pea as Archie did the same to Reggie.

“At least I'm not a Serpent slut like YN” Reggie barely had the sentence out before Sweet Pea had him pinned to the ground again. Distant police sirens cut through the night air, having been alerted to the commotion outside the diner.

“Shit SP, go, they can't catch you again!” Fangs called, pulling his best friend back by the shoulder. Sweet Pea gave a hurried glance to you before darting off in the direction of the woods behind Pop's.

“Sweet Pea wait up!” You called as you dodged tree trunks, branches and long tangled roots. The latter being the one to send you crashing on to your hands and knees, Pops now long behind you. You swore quietly under your breath as you sat back onto your legs kneeling, wiping your hands on your thighs.

“Really YN, bubble wrap isn't the expensive” Sweet Pea left a half laugh escape his short of breath lungs, reaching a hand down and pulling you to your feet.

“I didn't know that they didn't know about you and…him” Sweet Pea kept hold of your hand, the sounds of sirens cutting out in the distance.

“It's okay, I should have told them when it happened” he nodded in small agreement to you.

“I meant what I said, I'd be with you if you'd let me” Sweet Pea moved closer to you until your chests were touching, whispering the desired words into the top of your head before kissing your forehead. You took your hand from his, sliding it up his chest before going around his neck to clasp the other hand, pulling him down to meet your lips so sweet and softly.

“I'll be with you if you promise to never dance around me again”

“Hmm I think that can be arranged” he smiled against your lips, closing the distance again

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