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can you do Cheryl Blossom x male Yakuza leader reader

Cheryl: why do they call you 'the White Death'?

Y/N: because every person I've killed went pale white when they saw my mask.

Cheryl: how are you such a fierce killer and yet totally domestic when you're here?

Y/N continues cooking dinner and tending to Cheryl's needs...

Y/N: I keep work and pleasure separate. I save the second for you.

Y/N tops it off with a kiss to Cheryl's nose...

[fanfics4all]

My First Mistress

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

Don’t be shy, request things! <3 Have a nice day/night

Cheryl Blossom x Male!Reader 

Word count: 2926

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

Y/N: Your Name 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that fair, Bitch?” She asked. 

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

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

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

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

“Yes Mistress.” I answered. 

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

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

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

“I’m far too nice to you.” She said. 

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

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

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

“Much better.” She smiled. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[onegayastronaut]

Hey there! I was wondering if I could get one of those famous ship thingies you do for Gossip Girl, Riverdale and The Vampire Diaries?

I’m a lesbian who loves to play videos games and watch movies. I would rather stay in instead of going out and I love a good cuddle. My Hogwarts house is Hufflepuff and I always seem to fall for the villain or characters with baggage. I’m equal parts awkward and cute, with a small splash funny.

Thank you! 🥰

Blaire has always enjoyed tearing people down, and she tried to do that with you when you first met. However, that got old for her really quickly, and she invited you to go out with her just to see what kind of person you are. She ended up falling for you really quickly, and is now very protective of you. If anyone tries to mess with you, she’ll make sure to dish out all the blackmail material she has on the person so they’ll never show their face around town again. She enjoys watching you play video games and will constantly buy you presents just because she missed you.

Cheryl has always been a tough nut to crack, but after spending multiple nights together drinking milkshakes together at Pop’s, she finally started opening up to you. She likes the fact that you’re a little bit awkward, and she has no has no issue filling in any awkward pauses. Cheryl loves being cuddled, but she’ll make it clear that the fact that she likes being held will never be made public.

Katherine thought you were the cutest person she’s ever seen, and will flirt with you whenever she sees you. Damon and Stefan are pretty much your overprotective older brothers, and will warn her to take care of you and not harm you. They didn’t need to do that anyway because Katherine would never dream about harming you. She loves holding you every night when you get home from work/school, and will always make sure you’re doing okay.

[drewsephrry]

being a huge riverdale fan when it first got out and being a huge fan of obx now, this is a dream coming true lol

[ncsdlr]

The Lodge Lodge Activities

Riverdale

Warnings: None really, just a bunch of rough vanilla sex, and fluff at the end, overstimulation too.

Pairings: Sub!Cheryl Blossom x Top!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1287

*****

Then Cheryl stopped. There she sat unmoving in your lap, panting roughly as if oxygen was scarce. Her legs felt as if they were near numb, but the thought of another mind-blowing orgasm given by you to her gave her enough strength to continue. That energy though was overpowered by her inability to think and her exhaustion. Only when your hands gripped her hips and guided her to rock on your thick cock slightly did she come to, whining in your ear as the sensation further stimulated her already-tired body and certainly-overstimulated pussy, this being a result of having sex with you for longer hours than she could count in one hand. 

 "Oh, my baby. Are you tired, Cheryl? Can you not keep up anymore even though you still need more?" Your mockery, for sure was not helping her. Oh, but being the devil's human form you are, you used your strength to forcefully bounce Cheryl on your dick. The aforementioned woman's screams echoed throughout the room you resided in, undoubtedly pouring through the considerably thin walls. 

 The tears on Cheryl's face were abundant, not once stopping due to the pleasurable overstimulation she felt. God, she was loving every second of this, more so when you brought your fingers to her clit and played with it. You were just the kind of lover she needed: you're giving, selfless, kind, affirmative, and best of all; you're so damn good in bed. You handled her so well. Your sexual desires bordered between sadistic and soft as a feather, and she loved it. 

With a sharp cry sent to the heavens, the coil residing in the pit of Cheryl's stomach snapped quickly, unexpectedly drenching you and the sheets you sat on. It was then that you cooed at her, fooling her into thinking all was done and that she may finally rest. 

"Oh, you're so beautiful, Cheryl. It's like you were hand-crafted by goddess Aphrodite herself. You just look so delectable like this; fucked out with no chance of recovery. Absolutely adorable." 

A squeak left Cheryl when she felt you twisting both your bodies around so that her face was firmly pressed against the soft sheets of your shared king-sized bed, bent over in such an embarrassing position to Riverdale High's most popular Queen bee. Her heart started racing again when you plowed yourself back into her, the feeling of your cock repeatedly brushing against all of her most sensitive spots sending her into overdrive, a blabbering mess. 

"Oh, please, please." She choked, "I'm yours, please, I'm yours!" You bit your tongue to avoid chuckling at Cheryl. You really didn't want to be too mean to your lover. It wouldn't be ideal. Yes, you are a sadistic piece of shit, but you're still a nice person. For sure. Even more so when you toyed with Cheryl's clit again. You love how good she looks when she feels all the pleasure she deserves. Her glazed eyes, her parted mouth that leaked of drool, her flushed cheeks, the marks on her gorgeous body. You love everything about her. 

 "Cumming, cumming. I'm cumming so hard!" Cheryl warned, fisting the sheets as her orgasm built up faster and faster with every second that passed. And then so suddenly, her whole lower half tensed, and her legs shook with a force that might as well have caused an earthquake. Her orgasm jetted out of her, her juices squirting all over which was within its range. You stilled and stopped moving. 

You shushed her, cooing into her naturally red hair in an attempt to calm her. Cheryl's head fell forward, landing on the sheets below her. There, she smelled her own sweat, it smelled of sweet raspberries and mangoes, blending in with the tropical essence of her shampoo. 

"It's okay, it's over now. You can rest." The both of you were breathing rather heavily, the adrenaline fading out quickly as a calm silence fell over you. The sound of your breathing matching did wonders in calming her more than your still-gruff voice did. 

Gently as you could, you pulled out of your woman, discarding your favorite strap-on to use on her and leaving it on the floor to be cleaned when you awoke. You walked on stiff legs to the bathroom to grab a clean damp cloth, walking back over to a close-to-unconscious Cheryl Blossom and wiping her down. You enjoyed the serenity of cleaning Cheryl. It grounded you greatly. 

*****

Come morning time, both you and Cheryl were still very naked in the "Lodge Lodge" cabin Veronica and Archie invited you to. Upon Cheryl's wake, she remembered the vulnerability she showed you. She was so damn proud of herself for finally being able to love you with no shame. You were so proud of her too. The way she stood up for you to her mother warmed your heart, and that was the moment you knew that Cheryl was your endgame. Cheryl knew it too, and it was only a matter of time until she would kneel on one knee in front of you where you first met. 

Cheryl turned around in your arms to face your calm face, your even breathing fanning over her face. Her fingers traced your cheekbones as she reminisced the softest moments she spent with you. She loves you so much and she could only hope that you knew it. Cheryl watched the flutter of your eyes and looked into them deeply. 

 "Good morning, darling, Y/N." She whispered, and you hummed in acknowledgment, smiling as you gave your lover a once-over. She looks so beautiful. The sun was shining in Cheryl's eyes in a way that made them look entrancing. You were caught in her forest and you hoped she knew you were hers forever. It took you a while to finally speak, but when you did, it made Cheryl's heart jump. 

 "Good morning, my Cheryl. You look beautiful." You smiled. 

 "You're such a charmer, my love." Cheryl sat up, "Come, come. I'm certain the lowly people below us are anticipating our grand arrival." You obeyed her, chuckling as you next spoke, "Must you speak like royalty at all times, my dear?" 

Cheryl turned to you just as she opened the door, "Oh, darling, I am royalty." She smirked. 

"You're my royalty." The two of you shared a sweet kiss before you both headed down for whatever breakfast you could find. When the two of you arrived, Betty, Jughead, Veronica, and Archie turned to you, staring the both of you down and eyeing the marks scattered across Cheryl's smooth neck. 

"It seems someone had fun last night." Teased Veronica, causing Cheryl to roll her eyes at the hypocrisy. You, on the other hand, only moved to assist Betty in cooking with a silly smile. 

 "Shut your mouth, you hypocrite. It's not like we didn't hear you and Archie going at it as well. We literally had to suffer through all of that, so it's only fair that we have our own little fun." Cheryl surprised you with a chaste kiss on your cheek as she spoke, the action making you falter in the slightest bit. The six pairs only laughed, minus Cheryl who was busy showing everyone how much she loves you with kisses where she could reach.

You wished to live in this moment forever. This was something you could get used to. And you soon would. When Cheryl went through with her plans months later, you squealed out a yes and kissed her passionately just as she deserved. The short story is that the two of you had known each other for eons and now, you got your happy ending with two kids running around as two little Cheryls. -------------------

It appears I'm writing for other characters now too.

[lesbiandarvey]

BISEXUAL DONNA REAL???

[youngfcs]

— Madelaine Petsch + Maxence Danet-Fauvel | crackship.

Requested by Anonymous

[mostfandomimagines]

Imagine: Cheryl burning all the gifts that you had given her after the two of you break up

[raspberryluvr]

I say this to myself in the mirror twice daily:

“Word of my exploits serving Nick his comeuppance has seeped into the demimonde of mobs and molls my father used to associate with, so the five families are sending their youngest and brightest, their ‘princes,’ as it were, to, well, come court the rare mafia princess who can belly up to the bar with the big boys.”

[6rookie-writer0110]

Strange Lovers

Cheryl Blossom X Male Reader.

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

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

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

“No. But Veronica has” Betty said.

“Really?” Cheryl said.

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

“Is he cute?” Cheryl asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“And you are?” You asked.

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

“Interesting intro, Red,” You said.

“Why Riverdale?” Cheryl asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You walk away and she turns around.

“I will find out,” Cheryl said.

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

——-

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

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

✬ ✯ ✫ ✬

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

The Ghoulies surrounded her.

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

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

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

“Or what?” Cheryl said.

He grabbed her arm hard.

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

You get out of the car.

“Leave her alone now!” You yelled.

“Who is this your boyfriend?” Malachai asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s go now,” You said.

“What about her?” He said.

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

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

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

“Thank you,” Cheryl said.

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

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

“I’m fine, Y/n,” Cheryl said.

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

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

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

“Yes, I do,” Cheryl said.

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

“Are you in the Yakuza?” Cheryl asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t,” You said.

She rolled her eyes at you.

——-

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

“What made you leave Japan?” Cheryl asked.

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

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

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

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

You couldn't help to smile.

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

“Nowhere cheap,” Cheryl said.

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

✬ ✯ ✫ ✬

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

“Come here,” Cheryl said.

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

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

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

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

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

“How?” You asked.

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

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

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

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

“What?” Cheryl asked.

“Follow me,” You said.

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay,” You said.

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

[fandomnerd9602]

Cheryl Blossom x Male Kingsman reader

The reader has a date with his girlfriend Cheryl in pops after a mission, but is interrupted by chuck and his gang insulating the couple, the reader gets angry and decides to teach them a lesson by reciting Galahad words: manners maketh man

Y/N: come on, love. we shall find a better establishment

Chuck: what? you think just because you dress so fancy that makes your gal less of a b***ch?!

Y/N freezes...

Cheryl: baby lets go.

Y/N: like an old friend once told me.

Y/N locks the door.

Y/N: Manners. Maketh. Man.

Chuck: oh really? what bulls**t is that-?

CRASH! Chuck gets a glass thrown directly at his head... the rest of his gang stare in shock.

Y/N: so we going to stand around mouth agape? or are we gonna fight?

Cheryl fans herself, so hot for Y/N...

[fanfics4all]

Summer Fling

Request: Yes / No  Hi, I'm a new follower so I don't know if you accept requests, but I've been OBSESSED with Sweet pea. Unfortunately my Riverdale phase came back, since then I've been creating imagine scenarios with Sweet Pea, well, more specifically, Sweet Pea having a "summer fling" with a reader who has the appearance and personality of Liv Rooney and was super friends with Betty or Cheryl (and it would be as if Josie didn't exist or had never been involved with Sweet Pea but the reader) Anon

Don’t be shy, request things! <3 Have a nice day/night

Sweet Pea x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 776

Warnings: Nothing really, sad ending I suppose?

Y/N: Your Name 

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The summer in Riverdale was supposed to be ordinary. Lazy afternoons with Betty, trips to Pop’s, and avoiding the Southside drama that always seemed to creep into the picture. I hadn’t expected it to be anything more than just a short break before heading back to my life in the city, but then I met Sweet Pea. 

It started at one of Cheryl’s infamous bonfires. Betty had convinced me to come, saying it would be ‘fun and totally safe.’. I wasn’t so sure about the safe part, especially when I spotted the Serpents hanging around the edges of the firelight, their leather jackets catching the glow like something out of a movie. Sweet Pea was with them, leaning casually against his bike, arms crossed, and smile tugging at his lips. I saw him around before, mostly in the background of Betty’s stories about Riverdale’s chaos, but we never talked. That night though, he noticed me. When our eyes met, this spark, a flicker of curiosity in his dark gaze, made my heart skip a beat. 

“You don’t look like you’re from around here.” He said when he finally approached me. His voice was low and teasing. I raised a brow, trying not to let his intense stare throw me off. 

“And you don’t look like you talk to girls who aren’t from around here.” I shot back, folding my arms. To my surprise, he laughed, a genuine sound that made the butterflies in my stomach stir. 

“Fair enough.” He said, holding his hand out. 

“Names Sweet Pea.” 

“Y/N.” I replied, shaking his hand and feeling the warmth of his touch linger a little longer than it should have. 

That was the beginning of it all. Sweet Pea wasn’t like the guys I usually hung around. He was bold, a little rough around the edges, and completely different from what I expected. But there was also a softness to him, hidden beneath his Sperpent persona and the smirks, I couldn’t help but be drawn to it. Our ‘fling’ started with stolen moments, late-night drives on his bike, secret meetings at Sweetwater River, and whispered conversations under the stars. He showed me a side of Riverdale I’ve never seen before, the hidden beauty in the chaos, and I showed him that there was more to life than just surviving. 

One night, we snuck into the movie theater after hours and shared a thing of popcorn he had somehow managed to swipe from the concession stand. 

“So, what’s a girl like you doing in a town like this?” He asked, his tone playful. 

“Visiting my Grandma.” I smiled. 

“And maybe having the time of my life with a guy who’s way cooler than he lets on.” Sweets raised an eyebrow, leaning in closer. 

“Cooler than I let on? You sure about that?” I laughed, pushing him lightly. 

“Don’t let it go to your head.” He smiled, a soft genuine smile that made my heart race. 

“You’re different, Y/N, in a good way.” 

“Good different?” I teased, though my voice was soft. 

“The best kind.” He whispered, his gaze locking with mine. 

As much as I tried to keep things light, I couldn’t help but feel something deeper growing between us. But we both knew it couldn’t last. I was only in Riverdale for the summer and Sweet Pea’s world was here, tangled up in the Sperpents and everything that came with that. 

The night before I left, we met by the river, sitting on a blanket as the water glimmered under the moonlight. Neither of us said much, the weight of the inevitable hanging between us. Finally, Sweet Pea turned to me, his expression serious. 

“I wish you didn’t have to go…” He said, his voice barely above a whisper. I swallowed hard, trying to keep the tears at bay. 

“Me too, but we knew this wasn’t forever.” 

“Doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck.” He muttered, his jaw clenching. I reached out, taking his hand in mine. 

“This summer… it meant everything to me, Sweets. You mean everything to me.” He looked at me, his eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite place. Sadness, hope, maybe even love? 

“You’re not going to forget me, are you?” 

“Never.” I promised, leaning in and pressing my forehead against his. 

“And you better not forget me either.” He pulled me into a kiss, slow and lingering. It was like he was trying to hold onto the moment as long as he could. When we finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against mine, his hand cradling my face. 

“Goodbye, Y/N.” He whispered. 

“Goodbye, Sweet Pea.” I said, my voice breaking.

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[minzmeet]

you don't like riverdale? you don't like joy and love and friendship and silliness and imagining a world where everyone is queer and people who can barely hold a note breaking out into song while their organs are being harvested, just for the fun of it? you don't like cheryl blossom, queen of bees? you don't like fun? strange hill to die on tbh.

[aprilblizzards]

cheryl blossom is suchhh a good character like yeah what if there was a high school mean girl who suffered the worst misfortune imaginable every single episode

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Jack au where he's a psychic who can commune with ghosts. Almost every major character from Supernatural is a ghost. Including Sam Dean and Cas. This would serve these major tennants of his relationships:

Isolated. The people Jack spends the majority of his time with are NOT part of the normal world. Sam, Dean, Cas and Mary live in a bunker and don't know how to be people. The AU hunters are literally from another world. His mom is dead. Kaia is split between realms. The only Real people he knows well are his young adult nerd friends and arguably Harper. You don't want 1/4 of your tie to reality to be a witch who wants to be Cheryl Blossom from Riverdale as her life's aspiration. That's no way to live!

Intangible. Because of Jack's immense power, he is, in a sense, untouchable. He is stopped when people hug him or push him or shoot him because he chooses to stop. There is a veil between him and them. There is also a scarcity of common ground. There is nothing else out there like him. Dean might stomp and bark and howl but, ultimately, what can he do to Jack physically? Nothing. The only power the ghosts have is emotional and social. Imagine being outcasted by the ghosts who can only see you and each other. Ouch!

Fleeting. Everyone he cares for is doomed to die. This happens even before he's born with Cas and Kelly and Mary, but also throughout his life. He both has long strings of tragedy in short periods AND he's immortal and worries about it. Loss and loniness are inevitable for him on a massive scale. Cas might claim that he'll be there with him but he dies like twice a year at least. Picture ghost!Cas midway through a reassuring speech that he's always going to be there with him fading out into the veil mid-sentence.

Guilt-ridden. Life is wasted on the living, isn't it? Youth is wasted on the young. He's got dozens of ghosts needing him to live in the way they want him to so they can feel alive again, and he's not capable of being that (literal) lifeline. He needs to learn how to say no and stick to it. He needs to learn how to live with the fact that he has to disappoint people to live well sometimes. He has to engage with the living, because the dead are going to kill him if he hangs on to them too long.

So if someone could write this devestating yet beautiful 25k+ fic for me that'd be really swell.

[ncsdlr]

Marvel x Riverdale Crossover

Y/N cooking: Holy shit!

Wanda from the living room: Don't burn my kitchen!

Natasha to Wanda: do you think they'll be fine in there?

Meanwhile, Cheryl, Toni, and Y/N throwing ingredients at each other while giggling

Y/N throwing salt at Cheryl: Get salted!

Cheryl uses Toni as a human shield: you uncultured bitch! *throws a bag of chips at Y/N*

Toni trying to escape and finding spaghetti and dumping it on Cheryl's head: here eat *runs away with Y/N*

The three of them run past Wanda and Natasha

Wanda: *sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose*

Natasha being a mom: You three, in the corner, now!

Cheryl, Y/N, and Toni: *sits in a corner together with their heads down*