#riverdale x chubby reader

[sensei-venus]

Serpent-Cide (3/?)

(Part One|Part Two|Part Three|TBA|)

(Unedited) (Switches POV’s a lot in this chapter, Sweet Pea is a little shit, Sweet Pea is big boy 6’3 and I won't let y'all forget that😈, Reader is having a moment y'all.)

Sweet Pea was a mess.

I mean that in a bad way, not the cute fun way that most people say it when talking about someone.

I mean he was a mess, a walking nightmare and possibly a live train wreck. Being forced to show him around was one of the worst things that could have happened to me. I had way better things to do then stay with him. At this point it was almost like babysitting. If babysitting included walking around school with a MAN, not a boy, a man who was bigger then half the student body.

Not only was he huge but he also had a mouth on him. While most of the time he was quiet, the other half he was not. He chose to quietly pick and mess with anyone and anything he chose. If something caught his eye at just the right time, he was going of his way to mess with it. If it was a person, he was digging at them. Harassing them for a moment before pulling away and walking off.

Laughing and snickering at something. It was very apparent that he knew when to shut his mouth, and sometimes he didn't which dug into my nerves.

Just like his voice, his verbal altercations were deep and quick. His comebacks were sharp and were always on the tip of his tongue. He knew how to get on someone's bad side at the drop of a hat. I felt like I was extremely lucky because he didn't get himself into too much shit.

He loomed over me as we walked the halls. At first I didn't really understand what he was doing. I thought he would walk next to me to try and show some kind of dominance, like he didn't need me to help him around the school. His outburst earlier that day made me feel like he would want to one-up me, in his own way. Maybe he would even jump ahead of me and try to get to his class quicker. That wasn't the case as we walked to our first period.

He decided he was going to try and walk behind me the whole way there.

Almost trying to ride my ass the whole time. I swear he almost stepped on the back of my shoes a few times. I tried my best not to look back at him, feeling like that might piss him off or earn me some other kind of outlash like before. The whole time I could feel his presence behind me. It felt like pin pricks along my back which made me twitch a little in my step. Was he doing it on purpose I had no idea. But it was slowly rubbing me the wrong way. I

didn't know how long I could take it.

“So when's lunch? I'm already starting to get bored of this place.” Sweet Pea's voice echoed from behind me as he kicked at my seat.

I could feel my teeth grind in the back of my mouth.

We were about three periods at this point. I could tell he was already starting to lose what little focus he had. Most people probably couldn't tell if not for his loud complaining. Most people would see it as him complaining, to me he was just whining. That's all he had done all three classes, it didn't help that he kept trying to sit as close to me as possible.

I had no idea why seeing as all he did was whine.

I notice very quickly his little quirks, the ones that showed as he started to fall down the hole of boredom.

The way his foot would tap ever so slightly, the jiggle of his leg. He would pick at his knuckles to the point he had small scratches, barely drawing blood. They were pinkish and red by the end of second period. I honestly wondered if he even noticed it, if he felt his nails dig into his own skin. I was a little surprised when I watched his dig his nails into the set of dog tags he wears around his neck.

At some point I was scared he was going to try and put them in his mouth like a child. Luckily he didn't and only rubbed his nails and fingertips along the old metal plates.

Suddenly I heard a loud sound of popping from behind me. I felt my eyes twitch.

He was popping his knuckles.

I felt my face grow a little flushed. Although I had noticed the marks on his knuckles, I hadn't really taken a moment to look at his hands very well. I wonder what they looked like. I could only imagine they matched his body. Large and stronger to match his towering frame. He wasn't overly bulky but more so tall and thick muscles.

Now I felt even worse, why was I trying to think about his possible muscles under that stupid black t-shirt and serpent jacket.

I almost snapped the poor pencil in my hand.

“Helllloooo??” his voice boomed.

“When the bell rings, God can you shut up for five minutes.” I hissed, not even trying to turn around to look at him. I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my skull at this point. I could almost feel the way his foot slowly came to a stop. The movement dying down in seconds. I felt him before I could hear him. The breathing on my neck, right by my ear.

“So is the food here good or it just as shitty as Southside High-”

The sound of the shrill bell rang through the class. He ever so slightly pulled back. Leaving only warm breath fanning over my ear for a few seconds. Students hurried to grab their things and rush out of the cramped classroom. The teacher tried her best to slow them down but failed. Most of them piled out of the room, talking loudly and pushing each other to leave.

Quickly I packed my stuff away in my bag before turning around to find Sweet Pea already ready to go. His dark eyes lazily watch me as I shove my bag up onto my shoulder. We stare at each other for a good minute, until I realize he's waiting for me to walk in front of him.

Walking out of the room and make our way down to the lunch room. Sweet Pea is hot on my trail the whole time.

The hallway was usually one of the worst parts of my day as I would have to wade through the multiple crowds. Today seems a little better, most likely due to Sweet Pea’s presence. People slowly make way for him as he walks closer to me. For once I don't mind the way he sticks close to my back. It's almost like the whole hallway parts just for him.

“They like this every day or is it just because it's me?” he asks as we move passed the sea of judgmental eyes. The sudden urge to crack a joke came up but soon stopped.

“I wish. Maybe if they always acted like this I wouldn't hate coming down this hallway.” I wanted to tell him the truth. Going down this hallway every day was excruciating most of the time. If you were lucky no one would notice you, meaning you could get around everyone. Most days you were stuck or caught by some of the jocks or maybe one of the cheerleaders.

Sometimes it was just shoves and pushes. Other times it was getting your books or bag thrown in a garbage can on a whim.

Worst even, getting beat on by someone bigger than you for a laugh.

I stopped at that you thought as we made our way into to lunch room. It was packed with both the old and new students trying to get in line to get food. Almost all the tables were completely filled. My eyes were trained on the crowd of students as we both stood in line. Trying to spot the tale tale top of a special beanie. Not seeing it I could only guess that Jughead had made his way outside to grab a table.

The line for food slowly started to go down as the minutes ticked by. Sweet Pea was next to me as we grabbed our lunches. He stuffed his plate full of just about everything the lunch line was offering. I didn't question it with how big the guy was. His height factor reflects how much he needs to keep up with his growth.

We made our way out of the lone with no issue and walked outside towards some of the outdoor tables.

Breathing a sigh of relief I spotted Jughead and his little group. No surprise that none of the original vroho was sitting at the table with him, just Tori and Fang. Sweet Pea passed me, slamming his tray down next to Fang with a loud crash. Fang flinched a little which made Sweet Pea laugh and slap him on the shoulder hard, making him rock a little. Both of them chuckled as Sweet Pea finally sat down. Jughead looked at the two before turning his gaze to me.

I gave a small wave before turning around and heading inside.

The quiet uncrowded library was calling my name.

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Sweet Pea didn't really know what to think about Reader at first.

For a split second, he felt just a little bad about yelling at her when they first met. But walking into that school was hard, being surrounded by northsiders who wanted all of them dead. It didn't even matter if they were serpents or not they were still southsiders. They where all still on the northsiders shit list in his mind.

Maybe that's why when she approached Jughead he got defensive.

He had forgotten that Jughead went to school here, not everyone had a issue with him. Maybe the pack of serpents, but not once loved Jughead.

In that moment it didn't matter that she was smaller, chubbier and maybe just a little cute. She was still a northsider deciding to wall up to them. Her stance was lazy as she stood in front of Jughead, moments passed and he just snapped. Getting into her face and calling her out.

When she snapped right back at him he felt his heart jump.

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“Shes not coming over here is she?” Sweet Pea remarked as he looked to Jughead.

The girl never made her way over to them, he turned a little to watch her walk away and back into the school. His eyes briefly watched her figure disappear behind the large lunchroom doors. He turned back to the table to find Jugheas still gazing back at the doors, his eyes squinted.

“Reader would rather…..Reader is in her own little world of strange.” he words were bland and almost emotionless. That caused one of the boys eyebrows to raise. He stuffed a fry in his mouth as Fang replied “ Im getting the feeling she doesn't like us that much? It's not like I'm shocked or anything, I'm just stating the obvious here.” he laughs. Toni rolls her eyes at him and sits back a little.

Sweet Pea looked up at him as he chewed his food, with a full mouth he said “So she's a weirdo? Didn't know northsiders had them too, kinda figured you guys would weed them out or something.” he scooped up a fat glob of ketchup with his fries. Toni shrugged “ Dont want to sound like a downer but I agree with Sweets on this.” Fang nodded along side her. Jughead let out a small sigh. His eyes fully coming back into focus with them.

“Listen Reader just has her own thing going on. She's one of the only people I know in this school that genuinely doesn't like being around people, in others business for that matter. She doesn't like messing with people so long as they don't mess with her. She's crafty too, I'll tell you that.

Toni raised a brow and smirked, she poked the boy in his side.

“Does Jug have a little crush??” she almost giggled a little to go along with her sarcastic statement.

Jughead rolled his eyes “On Reader? No way, that would involve her letting me get in her space- shit even taking her time of day. I don't think she's ever let anyone even think about having a crush on her. You would actually have to know her to do all that.” he grimaced a little. Thinking about all the times the chubby girl had ditched him, snuck away from him, or straight up blew him off to go do something else.

Multiple times he asked for her help with paper while in the library together. If he asked to do them with her she refused, the next day she would just bring him a fully edited paper before wandering back off to who knows where. She was hardly ever up front and would rather stay in the shadows. Never to be looked upon, never asked to be anyone life lifeline.

“That's funny seeing as I've been up her ass all day during classes.” Sweet Pea smirked. He knew he was getting on the girl's nerves. He was actually enjoying it a little. Scratching at his neck a little he found Jughead just staring at him. Eyes were slightly wide as if he was in some kind of disbelief. Something inside him felt good to see the uptight guy so silently stunned.

“I thought I told you not to mess with her.”

“I did! Kinda? I couldn't help but mess with her just a little bit okay? Honestly I feel like you overdoing it when talking about her. I have only been around her for like half the day and she hasn't acted like anything you saying. Is she Moody? Oh yeah definitely. But is she so fidgety that she runs away at the slight poke? Nah. She is a pushover.” he rolled his eyes at the newest serpent. The or eyes meet for a short period of time.

Jughead was ever so slightly surprised at the sudden turn of events.

Reader was not a pushover by any means.

“All she did was hiss at me, like a pissed-off cat when I started bugging her. She didn't make any attempt to leave or ditch me. Yeah, she didn't talk to me unless I got her to but still. She wasn't a complete shut-in around me. And fuck man she's sarcastic. She's like you but on steroids.” he chuckled a little after swallowing a big bit of his food.

Jughead scoffed a little as he looked back at the school.

“Well if that's the case, we may have a new advantage at this school.”

The others all looked back at him.

Sweet Pea stopped eating for a moment, his eyes moving from Jug to slowly drifting to the school. His eyes followed the other boy's gaze.

Only time would tell what Jughead meant by that.

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Adventure Time/Fiona & Cake: PB, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona.

Attack On Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin, Ymir. 

Avatar: Jake, Neytiri.

Batman Begins Trilogy: Batman, Catwoman, Bane, Joker, Scarecrow.

Beauty & The Beast: Belle, Beast/Adam, Gaston.

Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast.

BigBang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Penny, Amy.

Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite.

BNA: Michiru, Shirou.

Bob’s Burgers: Bob, Linda.

Breaking Bad: Jesse, Skylar.

Call of Duty: Konig, Ghost, Mace, Keegan, Krueger, Valeria, Farah.

Creepypasta: Jeff, Jane, Ben, Toby, EJ, LJ, Slenderman, Splendorman, Clockwork, Kate, Masky, Hoodie,

Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabi, Edie, Lynette, Carlos, John.

Dirty Dancing: Johnny, Baby.

Earth Girls Are Easy: Mac, Zeebo, Wiploc, Valerie.

Elemental: Wade, Ember.

Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta.

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve.

Frozen: Elsa, Anna, Kristoff.

Futurama: Leela, Fry, Amy, Bender.

Good Pizza, Great Pizza: Alicante, Octavia, Dr. Keh, Nasir, Flash, Cicero, Kimmy Slice, Dr. Price.

Grandma's Boy: J.P, Samantha.

Gravity Falls: Ford, Stan, Soos, Melody, Giffany, Bill.

Jane The Virgin: Jane, Michael, Petra, Luisa, Rose, Rogelio, Xiomara.

Jurassic Park (1993): Ian Malcolm, Ellie Sattler.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo, Choso, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji, Shoko, Geto, Yaga Masamichi, Utahime, Uraume.

King of the Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luane, Nancy, Dale, Khan, Min, John Redcorn.

Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy.

Little Mermaid (2022): Ariel, Eric.

MHA: Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa, Shigaraki.

Miller's Girl: Cairo, Johnathon.

Moon Knight: Moon System, Layla, Khonshu.

Mulan: Mulan, Li Shang.

National Treasure: Benjamin, Riley.

Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Bowser, Waluigi.

Norbit: Rasputia, Norbit.

Princess & The Frog: Tiana, Lottie, Naveen, Shadow Man.

Ratatouille: Colette, Linguini. 

Regular Show: Mordecai, Margret, Eileen, CJ, Benson.

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Carlos Oiliveria, Lady Dimitrescu.

Rick and Morty: Rick, Jerry, Beth, Doofus Rick.

Riverdale: FP Jones, Hiram.

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World: Kim, Ramona, Gideon, Wallace.

Scream 5: Amber, Tara, Sam.

Serial Mom: Chip, Beverly.

Silverado: Slick, Rae, Mal, Paden.

Shallow Hal: Rosemary, Hal.

Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V.

SheRa (2018): All Adults.

Sherlock (2010): Sherlock, John Watson.

Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Huntress, Trapper, Wraith, Trickster, Pearl, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Patrick Bateman, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven, The Artist, Amanda Young.

Spiderverse: Miguel, Jessica Drew.

Spongebob: Dennis, Man Ray.

Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo.

Steven Universe: Garnet, Amethyst, Peridot, Lapis, Jasper, Blue Diamond, Rose, Greg.

Stardew Valley: All Adult Humans (Except George & Evelyn)

Stranger Things: Robin, Billy Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper.

Supernatural: Sam, Dean, Castiel.

Super Store: Amy, Jonah, Dina, Garrett, Cheyenne.

Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell.

The Batman (2022): Batman, Riddler.

The Breakfast Club: John Bender, Allison Reynolds.

The Nanny: C.C, Fran, Maxwell.

Total Drama Island: S1 Contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley.

Triple Frontier: Frankie, Santiago.

Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee.

Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.

YOU: Beck, Joe, Peach, Love.

Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie.

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Abel Morales (A Most Violent Year)

Astarion (Baulder’s Gate 3)

Babbo Natale (Violent Night)

Barbie (Barbie 2023)

Basil Stitt (Lightning Face)

Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs)

Bruce (Beyond Therapy)

Charles Ingalls (Little House on the Praire)

Charlie Dompler (Smiling Friends)

Chel (Road to El Dorado)

Dale Kobble (Longlegs)

Dan Conner (Rosanne)

David Levinson (Independence Day)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Doug Remer (Baseketball)

Duke Leto Atreides (Dune)

Fezzik (Princess Bride)

Francine (American Dad)

Fujimoto (Ponyo)

Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia)

Jack Harrison (Translyvania 6-5000)

Jackson Rippner (Red Eye)

Jon Arbuckle (Garfield 2024)

John Doe (John Doe Game)

Jonathan Levy (Scenes from a Marriage)

John Wick (John Wick 4)

King Baldwin (Kingdom of Heaven)

Kitten (Breakfast on Pluto)

Laurent LeClaire (In Secret)

Linda Gunderson (Rio)

Llewyn Davis (Inside Lleywn Davis)

Master Chief (Halo)

Mike (5lbs of Pressure)

Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops)

Nani Palekai (Lilo & Stitch)

Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina)

Outcome-3 (The Bourne Legacy)

Orestes (Agora)

Paul Blart (Paul Blart: Mall Cop)

Paul Cable (Last Stand at Saber River)

Peggy Bundy (Married With Children)

Peter Mitchell (3 Men & A Baby)

Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Prince John (Robin Hood 2010)

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd (Top Gun: Maverick)

Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Shiv (Pu-239)

Stanley Ipkiss (The Mask)

Star-Lord (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Summer Field (Time Cut)

Tate Langdon (AHS: Murder House)

The Janitor (Willy’s Wonderland)

Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980)

William Tell (The Card Counter)

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Reader Who Has: Depression, Anxiety, DPDR, ADD.

Fluff, angst, platonic, hurt/comfort.

HC's, one shots, short multi-chapter fics, imagines/drabbles.

Canon-friendly, AU's, Canon Divergence, Out of Character.

Ch x Ch / Ch x Reader / Ch x OC / Poly Ships of any kind.

F/F, M/M, F/M, GN/F, GN/M, Poly Ships of any kind.

Now that that's out of the way, here's the list of fandoms and characters i'm familiar with and will happily take requests on!

Adventure Time/Fiona & Cake: PB, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona.

Attack On Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin, Ymir. 

Avatar: Jake, Neytiri.

Batman Begins Trilogy: Batman, Catwoman, Bane, Joker, Scarecrow.

Beauty & The Beast: Belle, Beast/Adam, Gaston.

Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast.

BigBang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Penny, Amy.

Bistro Huddy: All Staff Members.

Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite.

BNA: Michiru, Shirou.

Bob’s Burgers: Bob, Linda.

Breaking Bad: Jesse, Skylar.

Call of Duty: Konig, Ghost, Mace, Keegan, Krueger, Valeria, Farah.

Creepypasta: Jeff, Jane, Ben, Toby, EJ, LJ, Slenderman, Splendorman, Clockwork, Kate, Masky, Hoodie,

Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabi, Edie, Lynette, Carlos, John.

Dirty Dancing: Johnny, Baby.

Earth Girls Are Easy: Mac, Zeebo, Wiploc, Valerie.

Elemental: Wade, Ember.

Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta.

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve.

Frozen: Elsa, Anna, Kristoff.

Futurama: Leela, Fry, Amy, Bender.

Good Pizza, Great Pizza: Alicante, Octavia, Dr. Keh, Nasir, Flash, Cicero, Kimmy Slice, Dr. Price.

Grandma's Boy: J.P, Samantha.

Gravity Falls: Ford, Stan, Soos, Melody, Giffany, Bill.

Jane The Virgin: Jane, Michael, Petra, Luisa, Rose, Rogelio, Xiomara.

Jurassic Park (1993): Ian Malcolm, Ellie Sattler.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo, Choso, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji, Shoko, Geto, Yaga Masamichi, Utahime, Uraume.

King of the Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luane, Nancy, Dale, Khan, Min, John Redcorn.

Life Is Strange (2015): Maxine, Chloe.

Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy.

Little Mermaid (2022): Ariel, Eric.

MHA: Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa, Shigaraki.

Miller's Girl: Cairo, Johnathon.

Moon Knight: Moon System, Layla, Khonshu.

Mulan: Mulan, Li Shang.

National Treasure: Benjamin, Riley.

Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Bowser, Waluigi.

Norbit: Rasputia, Norbit.

Princess & The Frog: Tiana, Lottie, Naveen, Shadow Man.

Ratatouille: Colette, Linguini. 

Regular Show: Mordecai, Margret, Eileen, CJ, Benson.

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Carlos Oiliveria, Lady Dimitrescu.

Rick and Morty: Rick, Jerry, Beth, Doofus Rick.

Riverdale: FP Jones, Hiram.

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World: Kim, Ramona, Gideon, Wallace.

Scream 5: Amber, Tara, Sam.

Serial Mom: Chip, Beverly.

Silverado: Slick, Rae, Mal, Paden.

Shallow Hal: Rosemary, Hal.

Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V.

SheRa (2018): All Adults.

Sherlock (2010): Sherlock, John Watson.

Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Huntress, Trapper, Wraith, Trickster, Pearl, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Patrick Batmeman, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven, The Artist, Amanda Young.

Spiderverse: Miguel, Jessica Drew.

Spongebob: Dennis, Man Ray.

Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo.

Stardew Valley: All Adult Humans (Except George & Evelyn)

Steven Universe: Garnet, Amethyst, Peridot, Lapis, Jasper, Blue Diamond, Rose, Greg.

Stranger Things: Robin, Billy Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper.

Supernatural: Sam, Dean, Castiel.

Super Store: Amy, Jonah, Dina, Garrett, Cheyenne.

Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell.

The Batman (2022): Batman, Riddler.

The Breakfast Club: John Bender, Allison Reynolds.

The Nanny: C.C, Fran, Maxwell.

Total Drama Island: S1 Contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley.

Triple Frontier: Frankie, Santiago.

Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee.

Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.

YOU: Beck, Joe, Peach, Love.

Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie.

~

Abel Morales (A Most Violent Year)

Astarion (Baulder’s Gate 3)

Babbo Natale (Violent Night)

Barbie (Barbie 2023)

Basil Stitt (Lightning Face)

Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs)

Bruce (Beyond Therapy)

Charles Ingalls (Little House on the Praire)

Charlie Dompler (Smiling Friends)

Chel (Road to El Dorado)

Dale Kobble (Longlegs)

Dan Conner (Rosanne)

David Levinson (Independence Day)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Doug Remer (Baseketball)

Duke Leto Atreides (Dune)

Fezzik (Princess Bride)

Francine (American Dad)

Fujimoto (Ponyo)

Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia)

Jack Harrison (Translyvania 6-5000)

Jackson Rippner (Red Eye)

Jon Arbuckle (Garfield 2024)

John Doe (John Doe Game)

Jonathan Levy (Scenes from a Marriage)

John Wick (John Wick 4)

King Baldwin (Kingdom of Heaven)

Kitten (Breakfast on Pluto)

Laurent LeClaire (In Secret)

Linda Gunderson (Rio)

Llewyn Davis (Inside Lleywn Davis)

Master Chief (Halo)

Mike (5lbs of Pressure)

Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops)

Nani Palekai (Lilo & Stitch)

Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina)

Outcome-3 (The Bourne Legacy)

Orestes (Agora)

Paul Blart (Paul Blart: Mall Cop)

Paul Cable (Last Stand at Saber River)

Peggy Bundy (Married With Children)

Peter Mitchell (3 Men & A Baby)

Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Prince John (Robin Hood 2010)

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd (Top Gun: Maverick)

Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Shiv (Pu-239)

Stanley Ipkiss (The Mask)

Star-Lord (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Summer Field (Time Cut)

Tate Langdon (AHS: Murder House)

The Janitor (Willy’s Wonderland)

Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980)

William Tell (The Card Counter)

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Random Headcanon

Plus Size Reader x Sweet Pea

5/19/ 2020

I wanted to try writing in a 2nd person p.o.v. it was a little weird but I'm still getting the hang of writing. The more I write random things the easier it is and the more comfortable I feel lol I'll probably be editing this, because it might still have some weird areas -💡

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* Your relationship was a bit rocky at first. Neither of you were ready to confess, so your best friends decided that making Sweet Pea believe that you were on a date would do the trick.

 * He hadn't said a word when Toni had told him about your plans. In fact he hadn't even looked fazed by it until it came time for your “date”, and he headed to Pop’s. The grumpy serpent rode to the diner with a bit of a scowl on his face. He had been wondering what you and the guy you had agreed to take you out would be doing when he got there. Thoughts that only fueled his anger, which quickly left him as he stepped into the diner and sat where he could keep an eye on you and still be inconspicuous. Which was harder than he had hoped it would be.

* when he thought it was clear, he snuck a peek at you from behind the menu he was using as a way a shield and noticed you sitting alone with your chocolate milkshake and a happy smile on your face. He wanted to keep staring at you, but he didn’t want you to know that he had been spying on you. That would make him seem like a fucking weirdo “ What’s up Sweets? You stalking me?” you took a seat infront of him and slowly lowered the menu/shield from his face. 

* “ Hey Doll! Of course I’m not stalking you! You’re my best friend, It's more like I wanted to make sure that your date was going good.” He said “date” as if it left a bad taste in his mouth.

*You took a sip of your milkshake and offered him some of your fries, “ What date? I was waiting for Toni to show up for our girls day, but apparently Cheryl needed her at the last minute I guess.” you handed your milkshake to him, and bit into a fry as he let out a little sigh of relief. “ You okay, Sweet Pea?” he had been taking long sips of your drink and you placed your hand on his firmly. He gripped your hand tighter and handed you the drink back.

* “ I’m alright...” he looked into your eyes and you stared back at him with a slightly worried look, he cracked. “ Okay, okay, stop looking at me like that. I was jealous. I was fucking pissed that you could be into someone else and I know that you’re not mine, but I want you to be. I wanna be yours too, I get it if you’re mad I would be too if someone thought they could tell me that I can’t be with, you probably think I’m an asshole, but I love you so much.” he had been glaring at the diner table in front of him, you two had been holding hands during his confession and you rubbed you thumb along his hand and you bit your lip. 

*  He looked at you and you looked right back at him, “ I love you too, Sweets.” you leaned in across the table, and he took that as a sign to lean towards you too. “ I always have and I always will.” you had hoped he had believed you, you had loved him since meeting him your first day in Riverdale. Sweet pea blushed and licked his lips and his dark brown eyes glanced at yours.

* “ Doll, can I...kiss you?” he met your eyes and you used your hands to cup his face and smiled at him, “ Y-yeah...you can sweets.”

* You were acting awkward around him for the first few days of your relationship. Sweet Pea being a little grumpy about it but giving you time, and being clingy when you started to make the first move. 

* You slowly began to get more cuddly with each other. Starting with dates at Pop’s and at Cerberus Books Shop to get her comics, and to introduce your old friends to your boyfriend. 

* Them being a little suspicious of his intentions and interrogating him. You telling them to back off , but Sweet Pea being the guy he was, found it nice that they weren’t afraid to try to intimidate him, to them he wasn’t Southside scum, he was just your new boyfriend. Which lead to him encourage them to ask him anything.

* Him answering anything while holding your hand, you friends still being skeptical of him but inviting him to one of your next hang outs. 

* Sweet Pea smiling at you, and getting into a deep conversation with them, you wondering around the store and coming back with bags full of comics.

* Saying goodbye to your Greendale friends, smiling and excitedly talking to your boyfriend about how well it went. and how much fun hangouts are going to be with him there. 

* After heading back to Riverdale in his truck, you two placed your precious new comics on the coffee table and cuddled Sweet Pea, he was more than happy to snuggle you while you read.  Both of you were so wrapped up in the moment, and lost track of time. “ Babe, we need to get you to Cheryl’s so your parents don’t freak out.” he poked your cheek, and you looked up at his pretty face, and swiftly kissed his nose. he blinked, but gave you a dreamy smile. “ Okay sweetie, but I’m not leaving without THIS!” you grabbed one the blankets you used when you cuddled, after wrapping yourself in it, you scurried to his room and snatched the pillow that smelled the most like him. “ Is..is that all? Ya wanna take a shirt too?” he wasn’t sure if that seemed like a forward thing to say, but he didn’t care. 

* It had been a dream of his to see you in his clothes. “uh...I’m not sure if it’ll fit me...but sure.” you were acting awkward again, which caused Sweet Pea to look at you with the saddest puppy dog eyes, you didn’t mean to sound as unsure as you did, of course you wanted to wear his clothes, but years of struggling with clothes, hours spent crying when they didn’t fit, were hard to let go of. 

* “ Is it because of the fact that your parents will say something... or is it cause you don’t want to been seen wearing some Serpent scum's clothes?”,

* He was looking for an answer as to why you wouldn’t want to, he would never make you do anything you didn’t want to  but he had seen the way you had reached for his flannel when you had gone in search of his stuff. You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself while you marched up to him. You glared at him and pulled him down by his collar. “ Listen, YOU. YOU HANDSOME DREAM OF A PERSON! DON’T YOU EVER, EVER THINK THAT WAY AGAIN, ALRIGHT?! BECAUSE I’LL...I’LL uh...I’ll do something!” you had released the grip on his shirt as you scratched your head in thought, “ I’ll..hm...what the fuck...” 

* “ You’ll do what baby? You’ll grab me like that again?” he had seemed to have forgotten that he was a lil upset with you, as he pulled the blanket back onto your shoulders and pulled you in closer. “ MAYBE I WILL! MAYBE I’LL GRAB YOUR STUPID KISSABLE FACE AND kiss ya til you pass out from exhaustion....” you had looked away from him and turned to pack up your stuff when he held you in place by way of fluffy blanket. “ Sorry Doll, what was that last part?” he had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face, he had snaked his arms around your waist and got close to your flustered face.

*  How dare he. “ I said, that I’ll kiss ya til you pass out from exhaustion!” he had pulled you closer, and begun to rub his nose against yours, “ Do it. Kiss me til I pass out, baby.” he had moved to kiss you when your phone rang loudly. He let you answer but glanced at you as he organized your stuff, the way you had taught him to, he had sat back on the couch.  “ Yeah, Ma....no, Cheryl’s already asleep....I can?...NO! I mean no of course that’s okay....Love you too, bye.” after a few confused looks from Sweet Pea when you hung up, you had moved to sit on his lap, “ That was my mom, she asked me if I could spend the night at Cheryl’s because she had to go somewhere with my dad, but she left my little brothers with my older siblings so it’s all good! I can sleepover!” 

*You had been so excited about the fact that you could spend more time with your serpent that it you hadn’t occurred to you that he had began to run his hands up and down your body.   “Oh? So you still gonna kiss me to the brink of exhaustion, or is that off the table?” you  looked at him and slowly nodded, “ Yeah, man, Imma do that. I’m gonna kiss you til you pass out from how passionate my kisses are gonna be.” he licked his lips and pulled you further onto his lap and began to trail kisses along your face and moved to your shoulders. You had felt like your skin was on fire. 

* He moved to take off your shirt but you stopped him, “ Sweet Pea...” he stopped his kissing as tried to break the trance he was in from being able to touch you the way he wanted to. “ Sorry, I can stop.” he slowly started to pull your shirt back in place, but you placed his hands on the hem of your shirt and kissed him. You two held each others gaze for what seemed like centuries. 

* “We don’t have to, we can just watch a movie and cuddle.” he didn’t want you to feel pressured to do anything, he was your first boyfriend, and he was the one with experience in your relationship, he wanted you to feel comfortable and ready when you guys had sex. He had been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t noticed your hands in his hair and the flirty smile on your face. “ I want to, I’m afraid that you won’t like what you’ll see.”. He hadn’t been excepting that to even be a factor as to why you had been a bit hesitant to be affectionate. He had believed it had to do with the fact that you had still seen him as Sweet Pea the Southside Serpent, the scary guy that got into fights, and made Northsiders hide their valuables when he so much as looked at them.

* He was a bit lost as to why his girlfriend would think that, He had always made it blatantly clear that he loved everything about you. He didn’t believe in all those shitty fairy tales but he had allowed himself to fantasize about how being with you in any way possible would be like. When you first met, he had felt drawn to you, he had even offered to show you around before Cheryl could, you had become best friends but he always thought that he had made his feelings and his attraction to you more than obvious. He wanted to know why you had felt the way you did, but he didn’t want to push it instead he asked, “ Do you want to talk about this baby? Because contrary to what you believe, I’ve been trying to see you for months now.”  

* This had led to a very long conversation about the way you both felt and apologies for the misunderstandings and you guys had talked about EVERYTHING.  Heading to his bedroom, and after one of the many make-out sessions of that night, you had began to rant about how pretty he was and he had started to pull at the hem of your shirt again, like he had done hours ago. “ I mean who gave you the right to be as hot as you are? I could kiss you forever and still want more.” this time you had began to tug at his shirt too, which was a happy surprise to him but he was more than happy to let you take the lead on this.

* You two had ended up making love well into the morning. You had woken up first with Sweet Pea’s arms  tightly secured around your middle, you had smiled at his sleeping face,  you had reached over and unplugged you phone. Your eyes had grow to the size of saucers at the amount of messages and calls from Cheryl. You had texted her about staying over at Sweet Pea’s trailer last night. You shook him awake and told him that you were late to school, he sleepily stared at you but got up and started to pull his jeans on. In your panic you threw on the first thing you saw, which happened to be your boyfriend’s favorite t-shirt, while you rushed to pull the rest of your clothes on and search for your shoes, Sweet Pea smiled at you like a kid in a candy store. 

*“What?” you asked him as you put your shoes on without any socks, Sweets had finished getting ready as he answered you. “ I’m just happy. I’ve always dreamed about the day you would wear my clothes..it’s hot.” he moved to kiss you and you kissed him back but reminded him that you couldn’t miss school, as you slung your backpack on your shoulder and handed him his, to which he had smugly replied with, “ We could something way more satisfying.”, his smirk turned into a pout when you threw a pillow at him. 

* You had texted your mom that you were on your way to school and Sweet Pea had raced to school, you too had walked into class together, and sadly had to head to their respective classes, Sweet Pea had planted a big kiss on your lips and lowered his shirt collar to display his hickeys. He told you that he would see you at lunch and gave you one last kiss before heading to his class.

* “ I missed you so much!” he kissed you with a little more force than usual, and you kissed him just as roughly. “ Honey, I saw you an hour ago!” he grumpily held you by your hips, and rolled his eyes, “Whatever, it felt like eternity.”

* The Serpents letting you be an honorary member and hang out at the Whyte Wyrm. Some of them saw you as a little sister and were ready to brawl if you looked sad.

* You and Fangs thought it was sweet of them, but you always laughed it off and gave Sweets a kiss, and the serpents a smile. 

* Sweet Pea likes to buy you little action figures and cute little pins to decorate your jackets. 

* He would ask you to patch up his jeans and sew up his jeans. He would wear the clothes you made him with pride and got angry when a ghoulie would get their blood on his new shirt. 

*  There had been lots of sleepovers at his trailer with permission and rules from your parents of course. They had even began to invite him to dinners with your family.

* The Serpents throwing you two an anniversary party at the Wyrm because you had both been swamped with everything, You with you had been a nervous wreck with finals and family stuff, and Sweet Pea had his serpent duties so it hadn’t been easy planning anything for the big one year anniversary. Fangs had accidentally told you about the party, and you had shown up to help set up, much to the annoyance of the serpents, FP telling you to take a seat and enjoy yourself while you waited for Sweet Pea to arrive. An hour and some party games (Fangs’ idea), as soon as Sweet Pea walked through the doors, 

* “ SURPISE!”  

* “SURPISE-ISH!”

* You grimaced when Toni punched Fangs a little harder than expected, but met your boyfriend in the middle of the room, he kissed you with everything he had, and you kissed him back with all the passion and love you had. Which caused everyone, including Cheryl and you Greendale friends to cheer and tease yo with kissy faces. You slowly pulled away from each other but kept you both kept your hands on each other “Hi sweetheart!” he smiled at her, as he placed his forehead on yours, “ Hey baby..I missed you.” 

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My Heart Belongs To Daddy

Hiram Lodge x Chubby! Mexican! Male Reader

Title based off Marilyn Monroe’s “My Heart Belongs To Daddy”

Requested by no one, this is all me :p: This is basically for me (mostly me cuz I happen to be a chubby Mexican) and @softboy5393 cuz sugar daddy who buys you lace is just KMDFMMEKDKDKEKD UGH SO GOOD. Basically Hiram Lodge is your sugar daddy and he buys you lace lingerie and fucks you in it calling you his pretty baby boy. Also @marilynmonroefanfics peep the title YUH. A big thanks to @marvelficsforguys and @noyasboxdye for the help <3333 (also this might be really long wkdkek)

Smut: Daddy kink, lingerie, age gap but reader is 18+

Includes some (most likely) Spanish <3333

A few years ago in New York

The man at the table you had been serving this night kept staring at you. Hiram was his name as you heard his friends call him, he was quite handsome. Very attractive.

Hiram could not keep his eyes off you the entire night, ‘If he could go home with me and and put on the lace, dear god I wouldn’t ever let him leave’, Hiram thought the entire night he saw you. The entire night was spent with him trying to hide his raging boner.

When it was finally time to leave, he had stayed insisting on paying the bill and leaving a large tip. Instead he just want to see you. “Is there a reason you stayed behind sir?”, you saw some sort of want in his eyes, but you couldn’t quite think of what for. “Would you believe me if I said you? Guapo?”, you giggle slightly, “No patron here has ever called me guapo before.”

‘Idiots’, Hiram thinks, “Well I’m glad I’m the first then, here’s the bill and tip, guapo”, he winks and leaves. Leaving you a blushing mess.

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You had to leave New York sadly, plans not working out and you were just barely getting by and rent getting too high.

Hiram also had to leave New York, needing a new start in his life. And also having no luck in the love department, he wishes so badly he made his intentions clear to the gorgeous man from the bar that night.

Now you’re both in Riverdale, unaware either of you had been residing in the small town.

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A few years later (but not too far)

You and Hiram are unknowingly in the same place tonight, a sugar daddy and sugar baby meet, you knew this is a risky chance seeing as you weren’t exactly the ideal body type that most of these men wanted.

The other guys here were either skinny or had some muscle, all the other men gravitated towards them, you eventually found yourself in a booth alone. But there was a man who had his eye on you.

Hiram only saw you from behind the entire evening, yet he was fascinated by you, his heart also broke each time you were turned away from these shallow old men, it’s funny to him almost, the sugar babies here don’t care about these men, a few realize that, most don’t. They all want money, sure some pleasure here and there, but it’s all for the money in the end.

He saw you sit in a booth in the back by yourself and he finally got a clear look at your face, “¿Guapo?”, he whispered to himself then made his way towards you.

You had been a little bummed out tonight, you thought of leaving and returning another night, there could be a rare chance some guy would take an interest in you.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice a man has taken a seat across from you until he cleared his throat. You looked up and couldn’t believe it, the man from New York.

“It’s good to see a familiar face here”, he gave you a smile. “It’s good to see you too Hiram…”, “Lodge! Hiram Lodge”, “M/N L/N”.

“Such a gorgeous name for a gorgeous boy”, you blushed at the compliment, “Thank you Hiram, I didn’t expect to see you here. Are you visiting Riverdale?”, you took a sip from the cocktail the waiter had brought you, “No, living here permanently now, thought I could use a brand new start here, maybe meet someone here, like you. If you’d like that hermoso”, the smirk at the word ‘hermoso’ made you weak at the knees.

“I actually would lie that very much. But if I’m ‘hermoso’ and ‘guapo’ then you’re elegante y bello y lindo y bien sexy”, you see Hiram’s eyes sparkle in wonder. “¿Hablas Español eh?”, “Soy Mexicano”, “¿Te quieres ir?”, “Sí por favor”.

He took your hand and placed a gentle kiss as he looked into your eyes, your blush turning red.

As the two of you walk out you bumped into a man on your way out, “Oh I’m sorry-”, “Move it fatass!”, he spat angrily as he shoved you towards the door, you would’ve fell if Hiram hadn’t caught you.

“What the fuck did you just say to him?”, you saw Hiram’s jaw clench and his hands turn into fists with his knuckles white, “I said move it fata-”, the man was interrupted when Hiram’s fist met the man’s nose as he fell backwards. “Watch your mouth, he’s with me”.

“Hiram”, he cuts you off and grabs your wrist as the two of you head towards the car, “As long as you’re with me, you’re gonna be treated like royalty mi amor”.

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Present day

You were at home doing nothing, Hiram really had meant that you’d be treated like royalty when he said it that night, he found out you had been working at Pop’s Diner and immediately made you quit. His gift for making it up? Him fucking you for hours in his bed.

And of course after spending so much time with Hiram, feelings were bound to be discovered. The night you said “I love you” he was absolutely giddy, him confessing his love for you too, that night was spent being held in his arms and him whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Now you’re sitting in yours and Hiram’s room, he made you move in with him the day after you two confessed your love for each other.

It was amazing but you were so bored today. And Hiram was at some golfing game with some other rich guy today.

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“At this rate I wouldn’t be surprised if you one 2,000 dollars today Lodge”, Hiram chuckled, “Wanna make that 3,000?”, the man took out his wallet and handed Hiram 1,500, “You’ll get the rest when you win”.

He won. The two of them headed towards the golf cart readying themselves to leave.

“Busted my ass out there Lodge, so what are you gonna do with that money?”, Hiram looked at was of cash and shrugged, “I honestly don’t know”, the man chuckled. “There’s a lingerie store that opened up not far from here. Maybe buy something for M/N”.

Hiram stopped the golf cart and his head whipped towards him, “You’ve been thinking my baby?”, the man raised his hands in defense, “I’m just saying man, you never know, he might be into it. Plus that stuff is super high quality not like that cheap stuff, bought some for my wife yesterday and she looked like a god, fucked her for hours”.

“I wouldn’t lie if I said I hadn’t thought of M/N in lace panties”.

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Hiram had told his driver to stop by the lingerie store, he wanted to see if this could be something that interests you.

As soon as he walked in his interest was peaked, he saw a mannequin wearing lingerie, and a chubby mannequin. Almost your exact measurements. His mind immediately replaced the mannequin with you, posing in that sultry pose perfectly capturing your amazing assets.

He immediately went to the lace section of the section, but stopped when I the corner of his eyes he saw a sheer floor length robes, something out of an old Hollywood wood film. He immediately snatched one in each color there was in your size and put it in the basket he has grabbed at the front of the store.

He then made his way towards his original destination, the lace section. His eyes popped out with excitement. Like the robes, he grabes lace stockings and panties in each color and size for you. ‘I hope M/N likes this all, he’d look so gorgeous’, he thought as he brought the basket that was overflowing with all the items to the cashier register.

“You’re lucky no one’s here and we have a bunch of people here today”, the cashier said as she and her coworkers began scanning all the items at such a lightning speed. “So who’s the lucky woman?”, one of the cashiers said as she was folding the robes and putting them in bags, “Man actually”, they looked at each other, “He must be very special”, “Extremely, said I’d treat him like royalty and I plan on keeping that promise”, “You certainly are if you’re willing to spend…”, she looks at the screen and her eyes widen, “6,000 dollars on him”.

Hiram takes out the 3,000 dollars and hands her the big fat wad while he swipes his card and completes the second half of the payment. The ladies hand him the bags and hand him the extremely long receipt ms stuff it in one of the bags. “Seems like your man is going to be very happy with this sir”, “I hope so, anyways have a good day and thank you”, “Have a good one sir”, Hiram exits the store and and they look to each other, “I wanna be the guy he bought that all for so fucking badly”.

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Hiram had arrived at the mansion and walked in and ran upstairs to the master bedroom where you had been laying there calmly napping. “¿Mi amor?”, he lightly nudges you and you slowly open your eyes to see his handsome face smiling at you, “Hey papi”, you say tiredly as you stretch and notice the bags in his hands. He looks too and turns to you, “Unos regalos para mi bebé”, he hands you the bags and you open them and blush.

“¿Para mi?”, he nods, “Porque no te haces modelo y los tratas para papi para ver si te gustan. ¿No?”, you nod and grab the bags and head to the bathroom to change. You grabbed the blue lace stockings and panties with the baby blue robe and put them on. You’d be lying if you said this didn’t turn you on a little bit.

You walk out to see Hiram in a black silk robe, “¿Papi?”, he turns around and his eyes go wide and you see him physically restrain himself as he sat on the bed. “Ay diosito”, you heard him whisper to himself, “¿Te gusta papi?”. He nods while staring in your eyes.

You can tell how badly he wants to touch you. You make your way over and sit in his lap with your legs wrapping around his waist. His hands go beneath the robe and touch your thighs as he stares at them in the lace stockings, “Muy hermoso mi amor”, you slowly untie the robe and see him naked and extremely hard.

“Tócame papi”, with that Hiram takes off both your robes and lifts you as he kisses you with his hands groping and squeezing his ass. His hand going between your cheeks and feeling your hole through the lace. You whine as he does and then he softly lays you on the bed on your stomach, you feel his hands rub your ass then skewering your cheeks apart and moving the lace to the side and immediately feel his tongue against your hole.

“Bien rico tienes el culito mi amor”, he continues to lick as he also enters his fingers. “Papi”, you moan out as you the feel his dick press against your hole. “Mi amor, te voy a tratar como un reí. Mereces todos las cosas divinas en la vida mi vida”, he flips you onto your back as he presses further into you, he bends down and kisses you sweetly, his tongue exploring your mouth, “Tan rico eres corazón”.

He then starts to thrust as you let out whines and he stares at your jiggling body, ‘My baby moves just like the gorgeous ocean’ he thinks, one of his hands goes to your chest and start playing with your nipples. Your soft whines and sounds of Hiram thrusting into you fill the room.

He lifts one of your legs and admires it in its stocking, ‘He’s so gorgeous, the most gorgeous creature that’s ever blessed this earth. His soft big thighs, that gorgeous stomach of his, gonna love him forever’, Hiram thinks as he feels you clench around him. He groans and watches as you cum through your laces panties.

“Couldn’t hold it in huh? Baby needed to cum?”, he smirks as he runs your hard dick through the lace. You nod and moan at the touch, “M’sorry daddy, please don’t be mad”, he goes down and kisses you sweetly, “I could never be mad at my gorgeous angel, I’m honored to have made you cum hands free, means I’m doing a good job”, he winks and lets out a loud moan, “In fact, I may cum inside you baby, would that be ok”?

You nod and Hiram feels himself bursting inside you as he moans and thrusts into you, “Gonna have you all filled up with my cum baby”. He thrusts one last time and pulls time and lays next to you and kisses your cheek. He positions you so you’re laying in bed completely and not just your torso as he’d been fucking you on the edge of the bed.

He pulls you close to him and wraps a blanket around the both of you, “Let’s home some rest mi amor”, he kisses your head. You nod and wrap his arms around you and nuzzle in his neck. Both of you drifting off the sleep.

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Hiram wakes up to such a pleasurable feeling, his breathing begins to quicken, he pulls back the covers and sees you taking his dick down your throat, he runs his fingers through your hair and you stare up at him with your gorgeous eyes and he begins to thrust into your mouth. Hiram quickening and leaving you at the base for a few seconds as you take his whole length.

He lets out a moan as he feels you flood your mouth, you pull off and lay your head against his thigh, “You taste amazing papi”, he chuckles and strokes your cheek.

“The best for mi amor”.

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bellissima | knj

SYNOPSIS; once your husband finds the meaning behind your rejection, he’s having none of it

GENRE: fluff, smut, parents!au

PAIRING: namjoon x reader

WORD COUNT: 8.1k

WARNINGS: cunnilingus, unprotected sex, lactation kink, strong language, dirty talk, multiple orgasms

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You've never thought seeing a small baby, your baby, could melt your heart at the simplest things.

You remember when some of your friends got pregnant and had babies, the urge to have one of your own was never stronger. You were constantly surrounded by the tiny humans and even their loud and unstoppable crying wasn't enough to change your mind that it may've for some women. But all the feelings from the cuteness you've seen are million times stronger right now. Because this is not just some baby, this is your baby that you're seeing.

You watch your daughter laying on her tummy, trying to push up on her chubby arms. She groans, struggling a little bit as she drools onto her fluffy pink blanket that she lays on. She kicks her legs rather harshly, getting more active each day.

Just three months ago, you were carrying her inside your womb and it's almost miracle, how fast she grows. All those nine months filled with throwing up, morning sickness that lasted way more than just morning to your moody and bratty attitude that your husband had to put up with. An incredible husband who never seemed to be annoyed by you, fulfilling your demand or wish.  

“She's impatient,” he comments, his eyes shining at the sight of his daughter who seems to be angry. “I wonder who she got it from.” he adds teasingly, laughing when he sees you glaring at him but with amused grin on your lips.

You both sit on the floor next to each other, admiring your little angel that seems to be showing her personality much more these days. He pulls you closer, his arms draped against your shoulders as he softly places a kiss into your hair. You watch her for another few minutes, laughing at the cute grimaces she makes or when she shows you her gums, laughing at the both of you. She loves the sound of Namjoon's laugh. It always makes her smile and laugh along with you, without her even knowing what exactly it means. It feels magical to get to see her way of thinking, or simply just observe her while she's on her own. She yawns and starts to whine, her legs kicking even more as you sigh.

“Okay, missy. It's time for your nap.” you tell her, picking her up as she keeps whining before a sob escapes her small pouty lips.

“I can take her,” Namjoon says, already standing up dusting off his butt as he smiles at you. “Come on. Go rest.” he tells you, observing your tired eyes and the tiny bags under them.

It's been awhile since you got to properly relax. It makes him sad to see you that way, despite of seeing you happy and smiling whenever you're with your daughter. You're usually the one who wakes up in the middle of the night whenever she cries. It's not like he doesn't want to, but with you being on maternity leave, he's the only one who provides money for your family. He gets up early in the morning and comes later in the evening, so there's barely any time for you to be together. Weekends are exception, luckily. And as much as Namjoon lets you know how awful he feels about you taking care of your daughter alone, he's not right. You've spent an hour talking about it with him, persuading him that he's taking care of her as well. He makes sure you've a place to live and food on the table, that's as much important. Nobody said having a kid is easy, you both knew that.

Namjoon's natural caring personality isn't helping as you see him struggling over those things. There's nothing you can do that can change his mind of his way of thinking. He tries to help whenever he's around and today isn't exception.

He was the one who went to her crib when she started to cry in the morning. He let you sleep and fed her with the bottled milk you prepared, in case it's needed. You still breastfeed her, but it's convenient to have some milk in the fridge just in case.

You don't protest, Sunhi reaching towards her father as she stops crying. He takes her, cuddling her to his chest as he walks out of the living room. You take that time to lay down your exhausted body, putting on the latest episode of Riverdale. You're not really paying attention to the actual plot, your mind drifting elsewhere but you enjoy the silence. As much as you love your babygirl Sunhi, it's nice not to be on watch every second and just relax.

You hear Namjoon's humming and the sound of hanging toy that's placed on her crib, the sweet lullaby resounding behind your bedroom's door.

The track of time is lost, until you hear the bedroom door creaking as Namjoon silently tries to tiptoe not to wake his sleeping angel up.

“She won't wake up.” you chuckle, finding the image of him tiptoeing to the couch very amusing.

“Just in case.” he reasons, grinning as he hovers over your body before he slouches next to you.

The couch is not that big, but big enough to fit you both even though it's not as comfortable and he's close to actually falling down. “Thank you for taking care of her.” he says, pulling you closer to his chest as you happily cuddle to him.

Ever since Sunhi was born, you've barely had any time to enjoy your time alone with him. It's only natural for it to happen, with Namjoon's job and a newborn in your family. She's older now, but she still needs your whole attention and care.

“Of course.” you smile against his shirt, his scent comforts your senses and makes you close your eyes in delight.

Namjoon's hands rubs soothing circles into your back, kissing the top of your head every now and then before he tucks a finger under your chin to have a better look at you. You blush, even all those years of marriage underneath his warm eyes as he smiles, a deep dimple popping out of his cheek. His head dips down, the angle is awkward and probably uncomfortable for his neck but he still presses his lips to yours. What seemed like an innocent peck, he deepens the kiss as he starts kissing you slowly. His hands move against your hips and he moves you onto his body, taking your space with his tall and huge one. You giggle, surprised by the sudden movement as he does the same before he continues with kissing you. But this time, his hands move down to your ass before he grips it with a slight groan to your lips. It makes you flustered, the single sound muffled by your lips makes you squirm in your spot. The thin material of his black sweatpants makes it easier for you to feel his hardening length against your abdomen. The sound of your mouths colliding with each other is the only sound you can hear, the TV show is long forgotten.

“Fuck, baby.” he murmurs against your lips, his breath shuddered against your mouth.

You see the glint in his eyes, the way his lips are already swollen and red from all the kissing and his breathing is quickened. He wants you. You see desire in his eyes mimicking yours as well. Your foreheads bump into each other once you're met with your lips against, his tongue moving smoothly in your mind as he makes sure to bite onto your lower lip and slightly tug it which only makes you moan. You're so distracted that you barely feel his hand sleeping down your leggings and panties, his fingers brushing past your ass cheeks before you feel him on your slit. Gasping into his mouth, you shake against him from the familiar but almost forgotten feeling.

It's been awhile since he has touched you this way, but you know it's been all your doing. Ever since your gynecologist gave you the green light for sex, you barely mentioned it to Namjoon. You were – and still are – craving for his touch but your dumb self-consciousness and the lack of confidence is the huge barrier that prevents you to truly feel connected with your husband.

But Namjoon isn't dumb. He knows he can touch you now and was initiating his need for you couple of times. But you've always brushed it off and chickened out which left you embarrassed, curled in your sheets to hide the guilt from your face. The great husband he is, he never pressured you into anything and haven't talk to you about it. He sensed something's not right and if you wanted to talk about it, you would. He gave you space, barely touching you this way. Your times together were filled with occasional kisses and innocent brush of his hands, but other than that it was nothing.

You desired him like you always have, even during your pregnancy. That was the time you had sex almost every day, blaming it on the hormones that made you feel extra horny for your husband. More than usual, of course. Even back then, you were pretty self-consciousness about your weight which isn't that much of a surprise, not when your stomach is bloated as if you swallowed a huge balloon. It surprised you how your husband was barely affected by the huge barricade between you two. Sex became more tough with each day and there was only small amount of positions you could try and even more less that actually worked. Namjoon didn't mind it. He told you that you look more than attractive with his baby inside of you.

But now there's no baby inside of you and you're left with all the fat that still remained from the pregnancy.

“Fuck,” Namjoon gasps, your mouth falls open in shock as he slips his finger past your folds and inside of you, your walls wrap around him immediately. “How are you even tighter?” he thinks out loud, not really waiting for any real answer when he starts pumping his finger in and out of you, your head falling to his chest.

A shaky breathes leaves your mouth as he pulls out, circling his finger around your slit.

“Tell me,” he breathes out. “Tell me you want me.”

He won't continue unless you fulfill his wish, but still pinches your clit as you groan into his chest that vibrates with low chuckle. “Say it, Y/N.”

He's impatient, hazily reminding you of your daughter that he so thought she got her impatience from you. You almost want to mention it but stop, when he does it again but this time with much more pressure leaving you breathless.

“Fuck, yes, yes. Touch me. I want you.” you chant, your face hidden against his shirt that you almost drool on.

You fulfill his wish, so he gently tries to pry you off his chest as he clumsily stands up. You lay on your back, watching him stare at you before he hooks his fingers underneath the hem of your leggings. There's no time to protest, he's too quick and impatient to get that piece of clothing off you. He throws it somewhere behind him, his eyes purely focused on you while he watches you like you're the piece of art. He admires you but all you see are his eyes on you, without thinking you're ready to reach for a blanket that's lazily sprawled against the couch's back but Namjoon is too quick. Spreading your legs, he places himself between them as he tries to make himself as much comfortable as he can.

“Joon,” you softly speak, shifting on the couch. Not from desire that's between your legs but from the lack of confidence of your current state.

You're exposed in the daylight, sun blazing your skin through the window directed to you. All those thoughts and marks that are craved into your skin are long forgotten, especially when he places a kiss on your clothed center. You gasp, your fingers already in his hair as he starts to lick the material.

“Mhm, I can smell you.” he says, digging his nose against your clit, the pressure makes you see stars and he barely touched you.

It's been a long fucking time and you're aware it's your fault. He could've touched you like this days ago, but you always refused him. Maybe he's needy because you haven't touched him for three months. It was weird to propose a blowjob to him, especially when you turned him down for sex. The guilt and the hurt on his face was too much, you wouldn't be able to focus on anything.

“Joon,” you whine, embarrassingly covering your reddened face, away from your chuckling and amused husband who reaches for the hem of your cotton panties. If you knew today would turn out like this, you'd at least wear something nicer. Ever since you were pregnant and pretty sensitive down there, the tongs and all the sexy lingerie hidden in your drawers were long forgotten.

“What? You do smell nice.” he says, making you even more embarrassed but that was his plane and he cheekily grins when he sees he succeed.

Once again, you're distracted by your husband that glows in the daylight, even after spending the most of your night carrying Sunhi so you could sleep. He managed to drink two cups of coffee this morning but you're the one who makes him awake. The sight of you, the sight he hasn't seen for so long, is enough to push all the tiredness away.

Distracted as you can be, he already takes off your panties as they smoothly slides from your legs that you luckily shaved last night. Not having sex had its perks, and shaving was one of them. It's not like you weren't shaving, that wasn't one of the perks, especially when Namjoon touched you all the time. The last thing you want for him is to feel repulsed by your haired legs. You just didn't do it as often as you used to, knowing there wouldn't be anything more than just innocent touches.

His lips are coated with more shine, his tongue licking his plump lips at the sight in front of him. He's ready to dive in, looking like an hungry man that's about to have his feast, before you clasp your legs so tight and fast that you almost crash his head.

“Woah!” he exclaims, looking like a deer at you as you sheepishly grin.

It's just defense mechanism to hide your embarrassment and nervousness. But you expose yourself when you can't meet his doe eyes and innocent, but mostly shocked look.

“Baby,” he says, his hand gently places over your thighs as he massages all those marks that are engraved into your skin. It makes you feel even awful, wondering if he can feel the slight bumpiness that those stretch-marks have. “What's wrong?”

He's quick to catch on that something's not right. Maybe this is just another time that you close on him, simply telling him that you're too tired for sex. But you two got already so far and you panicked all of a sudden. He's been your husband for six years, he knows there's something not right with his wife when she can barely meet his eyes. You were never this distant as those past few months. He even wondered if it's because you weren't ready for a baby. You both planned it, but the whole thing is completely new to the both of you. Maybe you regret having his baby. Even those kind of thoughts occurred his mind during night or even his breaks at work.

“If you don't want me to touch you, just say it. I won't be mad.”

The warmth that spreads in your heart is calming, but not enough as you cringe at his words. He thinks you don't want him to touch you. He's completely wrong about that. You do want him to touch you, devour you like he used to for all these years. There is no secret that sex life with him is hell of a drive. Even your friends know that, especially Seokjin that walked on you during one of the camping trips you attended. It was pretty embarrassing for the both of you, but you don't care. It was worth it, despite of all the jokes that your friend keeps bringing to till this day.

Sighing, he slightly pulls away leaving your skin cold and shuttering when the cold air hits your exposed skin. You panic, his name falling out of your lips automatically. Other husband would be probably mad, or at least annoyed by another rejection but you're just met with soft smile telling you that it's okay. You know he means it, just by a simple smile without telling the actual words.

But it's not okay. You're not okay for pushing your husband because of your insecurity.

“It's just--It's me, not you,” you start, cringing again at those cheesy words that you just let out from your mouth. He watches you and although, he gave you a reassuring smile a few seconds ago, he focuses on you. And you know, that he wants to hear what you have to say. He doesn't push you, he doesn't say anything but you can see it in his eyes. “Ever since I gave birth, I uh,” you breathe out, slowly sitting up as you hastily reach for the blanket and cover up yourself. “I don't feel beautiful enough.” you finish slowly, looking up at him as he silently watches you.

There's hurt crossing over his features as he eyes the blanket and for a moment, you think this is it. He's going to be mad, or finally show some other emotion instead of kindness.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” His voice booms out the living room causing you to flinch at the explicit language he just used. You're opening your mouth, your fingers slightly trembling that are grabbing the blanket more tightly. You're not sure what to say, but apology is the first thing that crosses your mind but before you can say it out loud, Namjoon is ahead of you. “You don't feel beautiful enough? What kind of bullshit it that?” he frowns, suddenly showing you not so positive reaction.

You're embarrassed, especially because you're his main focus right now. But he deserves to know. He has to know what's been going on in your mind. He's your husband, the love of your life, after all. You already feel awful enough to hide it from him.

“Joon, look at me.” you mumble, glancing at the pictures that hangs on the wall.

There a lot of memories of you two, from the time you dated to till this day. There are a few pictures that Namjoon has taken himself, your favorite one is a set of cherry blossom tress that Namjoon adores. He captured it on your first trip to Italy.

“I am looking,” he says, denseness laced with his suddenly low and raspy voice. “But I'm not sure what you mean.”

He's smart and you just wish he'd actually see it without you talking or showing it to him. Maybe he's doing this purposely, trying to voice your concerns but when you look at him, all you see is that same denseness that's in his voice. He doesn't know.

“My body is not what it used to be. I've stretch-marks all over my stomach that won't probably go away or even fade. They're on my thighs,” you fish out your one thigh under the blanket to point at the proof. “My stomach is fat and I can't seem to loose it. My face is still chubby and fuck, I don't even know how it looks down there!” your voice raises, all the irritation that's been bubbled up inside of you is finally free.

But you still feel the same weight on you, despite of you speaking loudly about your concerns.

“Baby,” Namjoon murmurs, his voice soft and realization hits his face as he looks at you with emotion that you despite right now. Pity. “You're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on. Before and after birth.” he says, your immediate reaction is a scoff.

“Yeah, right.” you roll your eyes, but still fumble with your fingers nervously.

“Y/N,” his tone changes, his voice stern as he makes you to look at him. “You gave me the most beautiful daughter I could ever ask for. A daughter that's beautiful because of you. You really think I fucking care about some stretch-marks? Or your stomach fat? I love you just the way you are. Is this the reason why you pushed me away?”

You don't have time to blush from his words, your mind still racing on your own as you can't bring yourself to believe him that easily. Namjoon is one of the kindest and most caring people you've ever known. He's been always there to assure you whenever you had doubts about something, or were just sad. If it wasn't for him, you would never get over some things like you did with his help. But maybe, just maybe, this is one of the same scenarios. He's just trying to be kind and tell you that you're beautiful. No man surely thinks a woman who used to be more beautiful, is not beautiful with all those imperfections covering her body.

Still, you shamelessly nod not meeting his eyes again. “I'm sorry.” you bite into your lip, not wanting to cry right now.

“No,” he shakes his head, scooting closer to you and almost crushing your legs in the process which he quickly apologizes for. You can't even muster a smile and he's quick to see it. “I'm sorry that I haven't realized that you feel this way.”

Your head snaps to his direction, your eyes wide as you shake your head. “It's not your fault, I wasn't very vocal about it. I was mostly embarrassed and didn't know how to tell you.” you tell him, your heart pounding against your chest.

“There's no need for you to be embarrassed. It's me, your Joonie,” he reminds you, using a nickname you often call him. It's enough to curve the corners of your lips up, touched by it. “You can tell me anything and let me tell you, you're so fucking hot.”

“Joon!” you gasp with widened eyes, surprised by the sudden confession.

“No, I'm serious,” he quickly says. “You gained some weight while pregnant and you managed to loose some of it, but you still have it in the right places. You're so fucking hot, you drive me crazy and you don't even realize it. Do you have any idea how many times I beat my meat in the shower?”

You laugh, thinking he's joking but once you're met with his determined eyes and look of confusion why you're laughing, your laugh dies down. “What? You did?”

It's hard to believe he did such thing. You'd surely heard him, right?

“I did,” he admits almost proudly. “Many, many times. You've no idea, do you? You've no idea what you do to me.”

You slowly shake your head, confusingly staring at your husband that reaches to cup your cheek. You place your hand over his, leaning into his touch as your fingers trace the ring around his finger. He slowly takes your hand, shamelessly placing it over his hardened bulge that's covered and tucked in his sweatpants. You gasp, surprised that he's even this hard after the whole conversation.

“You did this to me.” he says, your tongue automatically comes out of your mouth to moisturize your dry lips.

You cup him, feeling him twitch against your touch and he shakily breathes out. He's trying to control himself, the simple sight and sound he just made is enough to make you squirm in your spot. You're already wet, but the feeling of his clothed cock makes you even more wetter as you feel a trace of wetness staining your panties.

The sudden urge to touch him, taste him, floods your mind and you're already straightening yourself. “I've to take care of it then.” you lowly say, looking up at him through your lashes as he curses under his breath.

Ah, fuck. How he wishes for you to touch him, to take him into your mouth so he can feel the warmth of it. But this is not about him.

“Later,” he says, slowly hovering over you as he gently pushes you down, your back meeting the cushions again before he kisses you. “I need to take care of you.”

Reaching for the blanket, he takes it off throwing it to the side while throwing off the tv remoter. It hits the floor, the loud bang resounding around the living room making the both of you pause. “Sorry.” he sheepishly apologizes, making you silently giggle at his clumsiness.

“Oh, no, no, Mrs. Kim. Now is not the time to laugh,” he chuckles, spreading your legs as he suddenly straightens up, taking off his shirt.

You're gawking at the sight of his caramel skin and toned body, your mouth salivating immediately at your husband. Your husband. How did you get so lucky?

He lays down onto his stomach, between your legs, to your disappointment hiding his wonderful body from you making you pout. He doesn't see it, his eyes focused in front of him. “Fuck, you're so wet. Were you this wet every time I touched you?” he looks up, your breath hitching at his stern look.

You're amazed how many different personas he has, especially this one when he's ready to devour you. It's almost shame to think that the last time you've seen him this way was a few weeks before you gave birth.

His question brings you back to all those times you were sexually frustrated, just from the single smell of his aftershave and warm coming from his body when he innocently cuddled you, was enough to drive you crazy. Some women says that once you give birth, you're not so sexually crazed as while being pregnant. Well, it was the complete opposite for you. You were ready to jump his bones just a few weeks after you gave birth, still when it wasn't safe enough to actually have sex. You still felt the ache between your legs every now and then, but it doesn't mean you didn't get wet. How can you not when your husband is the definition of God?

“Yes.” you shamelessly admit, watching the way his lips curls into a cocky smirk, proud of your confession.

“You should've told me. I would take care of my wife so well.” he says lowly, his breath fanning against your core as you whimper.

“Joon,” you call out to him, his eyes flickering to yours. “I-I'm not sure how it looks down there.” you embarrassingly admit. You just have to be more open with him and you know he'd never laugh at you for your concerns and thoughts.

You gave a natural birth to Sunhi, an actual human came out of your vagina. There's no way it looks the same, considering the stitches you had.

“Well I can tell you, that it looks fucking amazing.” he says, biting his lower lip as his eyes are already set between your legs.

“Namjoon!” you exclaim, hiding your face and flushed cheeks with your palms.

He chuckles, kissing one of the stretch-marks on your left thigh. “You really look fucking amazing.” he says with honesty, enough to calm down your nerves.

It's not like you grabbed a mirror and observed how you look down there. You were too scared of the result you'd see.

“Will you let me to make you feel good? To show you how fucking beautiful and sexy woman you are?” he says, nibbling on the skin of your thigh while he's looking up at you through hooded eyes.

“Y-yeah.” you tell him, nodding. All the insecurity and negative thoughts are washed away, all of a sudden that you can't believe that it miraculously went away. But that's because Namjoon is a miracle. Your miracle.

He doesn't waste time, but doesn't rush to taste you either as he makes sure you feel his every touch. He starts with kissing your thighs, slowly moving to your abdomen and stomach, peppering kisses and nudging the material of your t-shirt with his nose.

“Hmm, this should've been already off.” he hums against your skin and you're quick to obey, helping him to take it off.

He successfully, with your help, manages not to rip another piece of your or his clothing, and he's right back in his previous spot. He hovers over you, eyeing your naked breasts with already perked nipples.

“I love how bigger they got.” he says, sending you a glance before he dives down to take your nipple into his warm mouth.

“Ah, mhm,” you moan out at his tongue that flickers over your sensitive nipple. “They'll get saggy.” you still point out, already feeling and seeing the difference from your previous perky breasts.

“I'll love them either way.” he says, moving to the other nipple to repeat the same process as he suddenly sucks.

You yelp with a surprise, your milk coming out of your breast as Namjoon tastes it with a followed moan. “Mhm, so fucking good.” he groans, his fingers slowly coming down to your clit as he circles it with slow and steady movement.

You're moaning, gripping his hair that got long at the back, while he tastes your milk. It's not the first time he has done it. He tasted it couple of times while you were still pregnant. The first time it was by a curiosity that quickly turn to a pleasure for the both of you. It felt fucking amazing to feel his lips against your nipple, sucking it. It brought a relief and your breasts didn't feel that full and tense anymore.

“Fuck, you're dripping.” he comments, collecting some of your wetness that leaked out of your tight hole before he pushes his finger in.

He goes back to your breasts, your back arching as his whole face is pressed against your chest. “Joon, leave something for Sunhi.” you remind your obviously distracted husband who pulls out with a pop, his lips coated with your milk.

“Daddy needs his fill too.” he simple says, but still listens to you as he attaches his lips to your neck instead.

He adds another finger, your walls wrapping tight around him as you mewl at the feel of his long and slim fingers. He moves down, nipping at the valley of your breasts slowly coming down your stomach. Pulling out his fingers, you whine in protest which he simply reacts with amused chuckle before he parts your legs wider to fit his body more properly. Kissing your clit is all enough for you to arch your back at the feeling, as he places his palm against your abdomen to keep you down. It doesn't take him long after he starts licking a long stripe against your slit, repeating the movement for a few times before he pushes his muscle inside of you. He tastes you, lapping at juices that manages to drip down like some hungered man.

“Fuck, I missed this.” he makes sure to say it, before he's back to fucking you with his tongue.

You really missed this. You're squirming, the same familiar feeling that used to be almost unfamiliar is back, and you're reminded of all those times Namjoon went down on you. He groans against you, the vibrations making you even more sensitive and closer to your end as you grip his hair even tighter. Namjoon moans into your cunt in praise, loving how rough you get when he goes down on you. You can't manage to buckle your hips up as you usually would, his movements are so fast that you're frozen and simply enjoying how it feels. You start uncontrollably clenching knowing you're nearing your end, much more faster than you used to, but it's just because it's been a long time and you're sensitive. It almost feels as if you were a virgin again, having a first intercourse ever.

“Namjoon!” It's his name that leaves your mouth and the first thing you can think of, instead of any curse, as you're cumming.

He makes sure to lap at everything you just gave him, your grip around his hair slowly loosening as you're coming down your high. Your eyes are closed, but you can feel him shift and hover over you as he kisses you. You can taste yourself on his tongue, but you don't mind it.

“That was fucking amazing.” he says against your lips, kissing down your neck again as you try to calm down your breathing.

“Shouldn't I be the one who says it?” you chuckle, your body hot against his warm one as you wrap your arms around his frame.

“Mhm, you could. To boost my ego, of course.” he jokingly says, his hardened length brushing against your exposed core.

Biting your lip, you open your mouth to praise your husband and thank him for making you feel so perfectly free, when soft cries echoes throughout the room. You sigh, obviously down that you can't continue or at least return your favor. Namjoon stands up, brushing his hair up as he doesn't bother to throw on his shirt.

“I'll be right back.” he simply says, walking to your bedroom and crying daughter that's been most likely waken up by your loud moans.

You feel awful for not trying to be quiet. It completely slipped out of your mind that there's Sunhi sleeping in the next room.

The familiar hum is muffled, but you smile at the sound despite of Namjoon's awful singing skills. You lay there, waiting for him to come back but once your body is met with cold and shiver running down your spine, you stand up looking around the room. There is a mess, your clothes along with Namjoon's shirt is scattered all over the living room. For a second, you forgot how messy he gets when he's horny.

You're about to pick up your t-shirt that's thrown on the floor, when you hear door opening and Namjoon's low voice. “What are you doing?”

“Umm, dressing up?” you ask confusingly, watching his brows furrow as he shows his disapproval.

He probably expected a blowjob or something, the realization hits your features. You wanted to dress up and leave him hanging again. It's not like you've done it purposely or was about to do it. As you're about to propose him a blowjob in return, he beats you to it.

“I'm not done with you.”

A blood rushes through your body, heating it up again just from the single tone and words that makes you shiver in excitement. “Yeah?” you ask him quietly, with a little bit of hope as he grins.

“Of course.” he nods, slowly walking towards you before he grips your hips and squeezes them to prove his point.

“But what about Sunhi?” you ask quietly, this time fully focused on the toddler sleeping in the next room.

“She's sleeping,” he says, slowly leading you to a couch with your back as you only seem to manage to stare into his sparkling eyes full of mischief. “Besides, she's not stopping me tonight.”

And with that, you yelp as your back meets the couch and Namjoon is hovering over you again, showing you that he has no plans about stopping. You're kissing each other with such need and passion that's been collected through all those months before properly touching each other like this. His lips are sweetly intoxicating, needy for your own as he doesn't miss any spot of your already swollen lips. Your hands are on his bare back, touching and gripping his firm muscles there as he keeps kissing you like your lives depend on it.

“What do you want me to do?” he asks breathlessly, pulling away from your reddened lips that were attacked with his own just a second ago.

“Fuck me, Joon.” you tell him with the same lack of breath, that he managed to knock out of you as he always does.

You don't wait for him to make a first move, your fingers already pulling off his sweatpants. He's not wearing anything underneath, his firm cock springs out of the single material with easiness as you look down at him. His tip is read and swollen, needy for any attention and touch, while your lips curls in guilt. You left your husband hanging, not giving him the attention he deserves and for that, you're going to make it up to him. If your stupid insecurity wasn't in the way, you'd never had to have that conversation with him. But even despite of it, you're glad you had it. He made you feel and still makes you feel beautiful, you needed that.

You tug onto his cock, his head dropping down as he sharply inhales of your hand wrapped around him.

“I'm sorry, Joonie. I won't ever leave you like this again.” you tell him, watching the way his face scowls at every tug and movement you make with your fist.

“Stop.” he gasps, pulling off you all of a sudden and you slightly begin to panic from his demand.

Does he not want to continue?

“I already...” he tries to explain, the back of his neck getting red as he looks away from your already knowing eyes. “I want to feel you wrapped around me.”

The grin is gone, swapped with darkened gaze as you gulp quickly nodding, agreeing with him. You can't wait any longer. The burn inside of you is getting too strong, the throbbing in the pit of your stomach makes you feel like you're suffocating.

“How do you want me?” he asks, caring as always even during this situation that only makes your heart warm.

How did you get so lucky?

“I want to ride you,” you answer, his eyes widening as he stumbles over his words.

“Fuck, yeah, yeah, okay. Let's do that.” he says, already pushing himself back as he sits and leans against the couch back.

You watch him get rid off his sweatpants, throwing them on the coffee table without care. All he cares about is you. His woman and wife that slowly goes to sit down on his lap, his cock hitting his stomach as you finally sit down onto his thighs.

This way, you're able to control your movements more than in any other position and although, you know Namjoon would never purposely hurt you, it's been awhile since you had sex. Your cunt was burning just from his two fingers, how are you able to take his huge cock?

“Are you ready to go?”

His fingers gets down between your legs, pulling them away completely coated with your sleek as you sheepishly grin at him. That's the answer he needed, before you're positioning him between your legs. Namjoon helps you guide himself into your thigh hole but he doesn't push, simply letting those actions up to you.

Gasping, when you feel his head poking your entrance and deciding that you can't wait longer, you slowly drop down. Not fully though, the stretch of his head is burning even though you're dripping down his length.

“Take your time.” he reminds you, holding your hips for more support. His chest heaves as he tries to control his own body, not buckling his hips into yours.

The burn is mixed with pain and pleasure, and you're not able to wait anymore. Slowly, you fully drop onto him while his length is deeply seated inside of you. Your walls clench around him so tightly, that you don't think this will work.

“Relax,” he breathes out, massaging circles into your lower back with his hands. “You need to relax, baby.” he guides you, your forehead dropping against his as you shakily inhale.

He repeats it, caressing your skin as if you were the most fragile thing in the world, until he feels you relax around him.

“Whenever you're ready.” he reminds you softly before you shakily nod.

Using his broad shoulders, you push up with only his shaft inside of you before you drop down, creating a perfect rhythm for the both of you. The feeling of his length stretching your walls makes you gasp and moan into his mouth, that he desperately attaches to yours to keep you quiet.

Your knees are digging into the soft cushions on your sofa, that unpleasantly rubs against your skin but you ignore it. Namjoon's hands are holding your hips, helping you with the pace once he notices your already tired state. You're both panting, the skin to skin sounds echoes around the apartment, but you're too focused on chasing your pleasure to even feel embarrassed by it. It's been so fucking long since you felt him this way and you miss it.

“I won't be able to last long.” Namjoon pants, grunting once you circle your hips, your walls clenching around his throbbing cock.

“Me neither.” you tell him, halting your movements as you stare into his hooded eyes.

You're both so fucked up and you only started. That thought should make you laugh, because it's quite funny. But your eyes are filled nothing with love and warmth as you stare at your husband who seems to be confused by your sudden stop, before he softly kisses you.

“I love you so much.” he tells you for the hundredth time today and you can't help but happily giggle.

It never gets old – hearing him saying those words of love to you.

“I love you so fucking much.” you tell him, his smile stretching as his dimple pops out while his eyes sparkle.

“Switch?” he asks, noticing your heavy breathing and with no hesitation you nod.

You're being pushed down, causing you to squeak in surprise through the grin that matches to the one that Namjoon has. He hover over you, kissing your nose, lips and neck before he slowly guides himself back to your warmth. He makes sure his mouth is on yours as he does this, muting your moans mixed with his with his mouth.

“I really wanna go slow and make a love to you. But I--”

“No, fuck me. I need you, Joonie. Fuck me.” you desperately tell him with rushed tone.

You really want him to fuck you, plus, you don't have that much time to go slow and all sensitive. You waited long enough for this, there's no time.

“As you wish,” Is all he says before he starts pulling out and smashing his hips into yours.

Your whole body shifts causing you to gasp at the impact, but most importantly from how deep his cock is. You can almost feel him in your stomach and for a moment, you're not sure if you're going to survive this. But why shouldn't you? You fucking pushed a baby out of you.

When Namjoon indicated he wants to fuck you, he wasn't lying. He goes merciless on you, his hands gripping your waist so tight that your skin hurts but you don't mind. It drives you even more crazy and makes you clench around him so tight, that tears prickle your eyes.

“Fuck, how are you still so tight?” Namjoon grunts as you watch him through hooded eyes harshly biting his bottom lip.

His hair is attached to his forehead with sweat, your bodies getting sweaty as they collide with each other. Your pelvic bone smashes against his, but you wrap your legs around his waist even more while your nails find their way to his back. He groans at the feeling of them digging into his back, his cock twitching inside of you.

“Fuck, baby,” he chokes out, your pants hitting his face as you can't bring yourself to say something.

“You're so fucking beautiful,” he continues through his heavy breathing, not caring how he barely can breathe.

It's like telling you all those stuff is much more important than breathing. And with Namjoon, you know that's the case.

“I love these hips,” he grunts, leaning down to kiss and grab your hips even tighter to emphasize his words.

Gasping into his mouth, the tears flow down your cheeks at the love and pleasure you're receiving while he keeps repeating how beautiful you and your body are. It makes you feel overwhelmed with so much love and before you can think about holding your orgasm, the knot in your stomach snaps and you're cumming around him.

“Fuck, that's it, baby. That's it.” he says, having a hard time to fuck you through your orgasm when you're clenching so tight.

He chases his own orgasm which follows seconds after you, his movements sloppy and not so swift anymore as he quickly pulls out and cums all over your stomach.

It's painted white as he squeezes the last remains of his orgasm on your skin. Your stomach moves heavily up and down alongside with your breathing, wide Namjoon smudges his cum with his cock. You watch him in awe, chuckling at his concentrated face while his chin moves forward.

“All I said is true,” His tone is soft, joining to the sounds of your panting.

He reaches towards his shirt that's thrown on the floor and wipes his cum off your skin as you smile at him. “You really are beautiful.”

You sit up, pulling him closer to you as you kiss him to show him your gratitude. “As our favorite picture?” you tease him, looking back at the picture that's hanging on the floor.

He knows what you're hinting at. He stands in front of it almost every day, admiring the picture he took on your Italy trip.

“Bellissima,” he suddenly says, causing your brows to scrunch in confusion. “It's the name of the picture.”

“Really?” You don't hide a shock from the new information. “I didn't know that.”

“It's written in my handwriting on the back.” he sheepishly grins and you can't hide your grin.

You stare at the picture, admiring it as if you're seeing it for the first time – which you're not.

“It's named after you, y'know,” he says with softer smile this time, chuckling when he sees your widened eyes. You look back at him, his soft warm eyes focused on you. “You're in the picture.”

“What? No.” you exclaim, walking towards the picture completely naked but it's not like you care. And you're sure Namjoon appreciates the view because when you turn around to glance at him, he's ogling you from head to toe.

He coughs, ears red that he just got caught and quickly walks to you. “You can barely see yourself, but you kept walking admiring the trees when I took it.” he explains, pointing to the middle of the picture.

Squinting your eyes, you stare at the distant figure before you gasp in realization. You've seen that picture thousand times but you never noticed it, nor thought you are in it. “And you named it bellissima because...?” you trail off.

“Because you're the most beautiful woman, in and out.” he sheepishly says.

It's so cheesy but you can't bring yourself to cringe at it, not when your husband is so freaking love with you and never fails to remind you. You were stupid to never talked to him about your insecurities.

“But why bellissima though?” you ask, intertwining your fingers as you kiss him knuckles.

“It's in Italian. And we were in Italy so..” he trails off while you nod at him in understatement. “It's not romantic, but it was the only thing I could think of.”

“No, it's amazing. Thank you.” you say with smile, looking up at his confused features.

“For what?”

“Just for being you.” you tell him, causing him to bite his lip as he tries to prevent the boyish grin making its appearance on his plump lips.

He leans down, ready to kiss you but before he could, soft cries resounds from the room making the both of you sigh.

“I got it,” he tells you, already putting some clothes with quick movements. Since his shirt is stained, he stays topless.

You're ready to argue and as if he could sense that, he turns around just when his hand is wrapped around the door knob. And before his broad naked back disappears behind door, he makes sure to tell you one thing with a sly smirk on his lips.

“Go lay down, bellissima. I'm not done with you.”

[myriadimagines]

Can I please have a riverdale + prompts 12 and 71? I'm 5'4 chubby pansexual (she/her). I have brown skin, dark brown eyes and short black curly hair that's puffy and in a Afro when it’s out.I like cooking,singing, animals, video games, cuddles, hugs, playing with people's hair and people playing with my hair. When you first meet me I may look mean but I'm kind, caring, goofy and sassy. I'm only mean when you mess with me, my family or friends. I'm a calm and laid back person but sometimes(1/2)

I can get mad easy but a hug calm me down.I'm a affectionate person.In my free time I like to read, listen to music and play with. I don't like drama and fighting but I will fight if I have to. For some reason it's seems like I'm always smiling sometimes I don't know I'm smiling until somebody point it out.I like watching horror movies and playing horror games since I'm chubby Im really warm

Characters: Reader x Veronica Lodge

Warnings: —

Prompt: 12. “Why are you all dressed up?” & 71. “Put this on.”

Word Count: 468

A/N: watch me forget the entire riverdale plot bc i repressed the show in my mind

NOT TAKING ANYMORE REQUESTS!

You rush around your room in a flustered state, tossing aside clothes and digging through your drawers. You know you should’ve prepared for tonight, but of course, you left it to the last minute. Fancy gatherings truly aren’t your thing, but you don’t have much choice in the matter. It suddenly feels as though none of the clothes in your wardrobe are good enough, and you desperately try every combination possible to put together an outfit. 

You’re so distracted, you don’t even hear the doorbell ring. You’re too busy to hear Veronica let herself into your room, raising an eyebrow as she studies the state of your room. You turn, letting out a startled yelp as you see her, before exclaiming, “V! You scared me!”

“Sorry,” Veronica chuckles, setting down her bag as she gestures to your outfit.  “So, care to tell me what’s going on? Why are you all dressed up?”

You groan, sitting down on the edge of your bed as Veronica sits beside you. “My dad’s company is having a party, and my family is going with him. It’s a fancy party, and I have no idea what to wear.”

“Well, it looks like I came at just the right time.” Veronica brushes her hair over her shoulder, and you laugh. She turns, getting up as she inspects your clothes, before going over to your closet. She tilts her head, assessing each piece, before she pulls out a blouse you had buried in the back of your closet. “Here, put this on. And this coat will go perfectly with your outfit.” 

You pause, skeptical, before shrugging. Veronica politely turns around for you to get change, and you let out a nervous chuckle before getting changed. You turn around, catching a glimpse of yourself in your mirror, and your eyes widen as you say, “Wow, I never would’ve thought to put this together.”

Veronica claps her hands, letting out an excited squeal. She takes a step closer to you, smoothing down the collar of your coat, before saying, “Trust me, y/n, I know my fashion.”

You chuckle, before both of you suddenly become aware of how close you’re standing to one another. Veronica’s hand lingers on your collar before she quickly pulls away, a slight blush reddening her cheeks. Nonchalantly, she asks, “So, family outing, huh?”

“Yeah. It’ll be boring.” you sigh, before an idea hits you. Nervously glancing at Veronica, you add, “It’d be more fun if I could convince you to go.”

Veronica looks up at you in surprise. “Are you asking me to be your date?”

You shrug. “Maybe? I mean, you already look fancy enough.” 

Veronica laughs, looping her arm through yours. “I’d love to be your date, y/n. I’m sure we can make this party a lot more interesting.” 

[sensei-venus]

Serpent-Cide (1/?)

(Unedited) (Reader secretly hates everyone, she just wants to go home. Number one #fuckthenorthsiders fan Reader. Reader is just a loner who tolerates everyone’s bs.)

(Part One|Part Two|Part Three|TBA|)

Reader didn’t want to think about school. She didn’t want to think about having to walk the halls along side the stuck up students. The cheerleader, jocks hell even the geeks of the school where assholes. It was like the north side was a target for producing shitty ass people.

Just about everyone in the whole town could be labeled a horrible person.

It was like they where breed here, raised here, meant to start a life long relationship with hurting others. Both physically and mentally, hell even emotionally.

Half of the kids at that school where skilled at emotional manipulation.

“Reader you will be assigned to the welcoming committee. You don’t have any community hours for this semester so this should give you quite a few. Make sure you meet in the hallway tomorrow morning, 8:00 sharp. The new transfer students from SouthSide High should be arriving by then.” One of the volunteer heads said. Reader slumped in her seat a little and rolled her eyes. Great, now she had to deal with not only the stuck up northsider kids but now the southsiders.

Moments later the bell rang for first period and everyone in the community room slowly started to leave. She waited a moment until just about everyone was gone. Slowly grabbing her bag from off the floor she made her way to class. The hallway was crowded as she maneuvered around the crowds of students. Flooded with kids, pushing and shoving each other.

The sound of something hitting lockers, hard, filled the hallway and made her look around. She pushed past the people around her. Hoping to just get to class. She didn’t need to get into anyone business, know anything she really didn’t need to. It would just be a reason for her to keep thinking about the people who lived, breath and love this shitty ass school. All she wanted to do was get to class.

Sadly her luck wasn’t on her side this time, it never seemed to be.

Her eyes caught the one and only Reggie Mantle as he shoved some poor kid face first into a locker. Their eyes only met for a moment before him and his friends went back to what they where doing. Messing with some bottom feeder kid who probably just looked at him wrong. The urge to just go the other way she came started to bubble into her gut. So that is what she did, turned right back around and went with the flow of the opposite direction of traffic. It would take twice the time to get to her class but she didn’t have to worry about bumping into that jerk. She huffed as she was shoved deeper into the crowed.

Why did this school always have to pull the worst shit over on her.

The next morning didn’t go as planned at all. The bus she usually took to go to school broke down and she had to walk. Instead of waiting around to get a ride she decided to just walk it. She ended up having to jog just to make it on time. All she needed was some stupid mark on her record for “trying to skip a volunteer credit” or something from the leadership board.

Huffing she enters though the front of the school where she was meet with a few different faces. Most of which made her even more exhausted then she already was.

Archie, Veronica, Betty and even Cheryl stud around the almost completely empty front hallway. It was almost as if half of the student body didn’t want to be around the southside kids. She kinda understood where they where coming from, then again she didn’t really care. Stereotyping a whole group of people they had never even meet before wasn’t really something she had hopes of doing. The southside was bad, shady and drug filled. But as long as these kids didn’t mess with her like the kids at this school, she would be ok with them.

Hopefully they would just cut her some slack and leave her alone for the rest of the year.

Or, her worst nightmare, they picked up on half of the schools ideals for bullying people, no matter who they where or what they did.

“Hey Reader you made it! I was scared you would have skipped the introduction.” Betty said in a whisper as they walked to a more casual spot in the hall. Reader just sighed, looking at the closed front doors of the school. She had to admit that her nerves where a little on edge. Being around people for her was hard, even people she knew. Betty was a okay person, a little preppy and a bit of a good girl but she was nice enough In Reader’s opinion.

She wouldn’t say they where friends per say but rather good acquaintances. They worked on a few projects together, sat with each other at lunch a few times, borrowed books from each other when they checked them out of the library. Nothing huge to make them good friends but decent enough that Reader didn’t see her as a issue to deal with.

“Stupid bus broke down and they wanted me to wait for a whole hour for another one to show up. All I need is that community leader to try and say I was trying to skip. It’s always something with this school…” she trailed off. Lazily she checked her phone, Betty only nodded saying “I get it…this school definitely sucks some times.” Reader snorted, sarcasm laced her voice “Puff that’s the fucking understatement of the century…” she pushed her phone back into her pocket. Betty only gave a small half smile before walking off to go see Archie.

For a good few minutes she just watched them. The two teens where talking about something and then Veronica joined them. She raised a brow as she glanced over at Cheryl who looked to be glaring at the other teens. It was funny to see the “Queen of the school” not be invited to their little party. Even if that party was three other people talking without her. Stuck up bitch. A smirk passed her lips for just a split moment.

Suddenly the door of the school entrance opened with a huge bang.

Some kids that were still in the hallway scattered at the mere sound, some from the sight of who walked through those big doors. The braver students stayed in their place, a hand full, mostly the jocks. They slowly started to creep up from the back of the hallways. Slowly inching closer and closer. Inching in towards new pray, or more like an even foe.

The southsiders were making their way into the northsiders territory and threatening their sickly little teen livelihoods. The big dogs were about to get pounced on by a whole bunch of serpents.

A whole herd of students walked through the doors, stomping up to the small group of teens. Reader was reluctant to join them, not because she was afraid of them or like most of the other kids still sticking around wanting to harass them. She just didn’t want to act like she was alongside any of these people.

She was quick to notice that one of the leaders was actually Jughead, which was a little shocking but not by much. Jughead was just as much of an outcast really as she was, maybe a little more popular seeing as he was Archie’s best friend.

The look on his face was insanely similar, mostly because it mirrored hers. The look of both boredom and disgust crossed his face quickly. As soon as he stepped close to Cheryl it seemed to double by ten folds. Out of nowhere, Reggie made his appearance from one of the hallways, a few cheerleaders and half of the team of jocks followed close by. He stepped up and stood behind Cheryl who only smirked at Jughead.

“Listen how about you and your little “serpents” go find another school to destroy. We don’t need your low IQ’s muddying up our school. We can only expect our test scores to start dropping dramatically in the next few weeks because of you and your little trailer trash bunch.” Reggie bowed up “Yeah and your little junkie friends. Bet we will start finding needs all over the hallways and burnt spoon in the trash cans.” Some of the jocks and cheerleaders laughed. Cheryl only smirked, her cherry-red lips only seemed to grow at the words.

Two of the kids behind JugHead almost growled at them, bowing up but then being held back by Jughead.

One was a girl, slight brown skin with long dyed pinkish purple hair with a serpent jacket on. It also my swamped her shoulders in the thick leather material. Her face was twisted up in a nasty scowl as Jug held her back.

The other person was a tall boy with black hair and a good-sized snake tattoo on his neck. Reader couldn’t help but look him over in curiosity. The tattoo stuck out to her as she scanned him over, the bob of his throat, the glimmer in his eye of pure hate. It was…interesting. She was glad that she stood off to the side. Maybe no one would notice her gawking at the bean stock of a boy- slash that, man.

Reader almost jumped a little when the boy broke free of Jugs arm. He marched up to Cheryl and Reggie and basically growled right in their face. Jughead was quick to grab him by the back of the jacket along with the help of the girl. Both of them use a good amount of strength to pull him back. It wasn’t easy as he fought back against their attempts to reel him back in. His height and weight alone kept him from even flinching at their pulls.

Lucky he seemed to calm only by a little and stepped back. He bared his teeth at them, almost in mocking and anger.

This did nothing to phase Cheryl and only made Reggie more riled up. One of his eyes twitched and a vain popped from under his collar. He stares all of the southside kids down, trying his best to some how intimidate them. Believing that somehow it was going to do something to them.

It failed miserably as the other southside kids held their ground.

“Love how I’m gone only a little while and I come back to this, the same loving treatment as before. Great job keeping your mutts in line Cheryl.” Jughead mocked with crossed arms. His gaze shifted from her to Archie for a moment. A look of displeasure corsages his face. Maybe even a hint of sadness threatened to form. But it was quickly gone within moments of appearing. Archie gave a small smile back hoping to show his feelings on the situation. Jughead seemed to take it with a grain of salt.

“Can we just stop fighting for once. We have to share our school and it’s only fair that we at least try and be civilized.” Veronica said getting between the two groups. She put both hands out to stop the two groups from getting any closer to each other. There was a small table a few steps over, she walked over to it and grabbed a few papers.

Looking them over before holding them up, she looked back toward the serpents. She cleared her throat saying “Over here you will find your class schedules, locker assignments, and a map of the school. We will also be assigning small groups of new students with some of our volunteer students. They will help you with any questions you may have about the school, show you around, and also help you figure out any resources you may need.”

There was some mumbling among the group.

Betty and Archie walked over to the table and grabbed some of the papers. Betty read over a few things on one of the pages. The other girl shoved a new paper into her hand making her roll her eyes. She looked it over and raised a brow.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yep, it’s right there. Start grouping up after they all get their schedules.”

Suddenly Veronica’s gaze shifted over to Reader. She cocked her head to the side and just stared at her. Reader felt herself clam up a little.

This was definitely not going to be a day to go down into the good history of the school.

It was going to be a literal blood stain by the looks of it.

(Will be continued, will be cross-posting to AO3!)

[secondratefiction]

SecondRateMasterlist (vol. 2)

Batfam:

Batfam Christmas traditions

More Batfam Christmas

Gen. Headcanons for Duke, Cass, Steph & Babs

Batfam Prank War

Batfam & Civilian Aid

Batfam as things my friends have said/done

New Member of the Batfam

Batboys - Grade school crushes

Batsis - Protective Batfam

Batmom - Pregnancy Announcement

Bruce Wayne - Can’t do this w/o you

Dick Grayson - Fluff Headcanon

Dick Grayson - What are you wearing

Dick Grayson w/ a short S/O

Dick Grayson - Lazy Morning

Dick Grayson - Nicknames

Jason Todd - General Headcanons

Jason Todd - More Gen. Headcanons

Jason Todd - Breakup

Jason Todd - Batfam finds out J is dating a metahuman

Jason Todd - Hickies

Jason Todd - Back before you know it

Jason Todd - Kiss me quick

Jason Todd - It’s not my blood

Jason Todd - Married w/ a daughter

Jason Todd - Relationship fluff headcanons

Jason Todd - S/O is pregnant

Jason Todd - Robin!Jason Headcanons

Jason Todd- Dating a culinary student

Jason Todd - Dating Commissioner Gordon’s daughter

Tim Drake - General Headcanons

Tim Drake w/ an extroverted s/o

Tim Drake - Nicknames

Tim Drake - First encounter w/ future S/O

Damian Wayne - Love/Hate Relationship

Damian Wayne - If you wanted my attention...

Damian Wayne - Yes, it’s a real dragon

Stephanie Brown: Pay attention to me

Duke Thomas - Gen. Headcanons

Duke Thomas - Hurt

Cassandra Cain - Gen. Headcanons

HP/Batfam AU (pt 2, pt3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6)

Harry gets his letter

Other DC:

Roy Harper - Gen. Headcanons

Roy Harper - More Headcanons

Roy Harper - Target Practice

Roy Harper - Power Outage

Roy Harper x Batsis

Conner Kent x Batsis!Reader

Conner Kent - I don’t hate you

Marvel:

Wade Wilson - Snowball

First meeting w/ Peter and Wade

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader (Tony finds out)

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Peter cares for Reader post surgery

Loki - “Is something the matter?”

Loki - Stuck in an abandoned cabin

Loki - Lift your spirit

Loki - Is this a kidnapping?

Loki - Promise me

Loki x Stark!Reader

Loki - Vampire hunting

Thor & Loki: Protective brothers

Chubby!Thor x Reader post Endgame

Steve Rodgers - Wrong place, wrong time

Bucky Barns -  Asset Extraction

Tony Stark - Day Drinking

Tony Stark & Daughter!Reader post snap

Tony Stark - Fluff Headcanons

Being Tony Stark’s son

HPvengers (pt 2)

Harry Potter:

Being best friends w/ the Weasley Twins

George Weasley x Potter!Reader

Harry Potter - Stupid Plan

Headcanons for Neville, Luna & Ginny

Sirius Black - Guess we’ll be here a while

Remus Lupin - You did WHAT?!?

Riverdale:

Fighting w/ Sweet Pea

Sweet Pea drunk-sitting Reader

Sweet Pea x Reader - “Halfway There”

Sweet Pea - “I’m yours”

Sweet Pea - “I almost lost you”

SoftDom!Sweet Pea

Sweet Pea upset over Josie

First time w/ Sweet Pea

Sweet Pea - Laser Tag

Sweet Pea w/ Short S/O

Protective!Sweet Pea

Sweet Pea - “Did you just kiss me?”

Sweet Pea - Pull me closer

Sweet Pea - Ice cream

Sweet Pea dating a Ghoulie

Fallout w/ Sweet Pea

Kisses with Fangs and Sweet Pea

Jughead cheating

Going to a carnival w/ Jughead 

Watching scary movies w/ Jughead

Dating FP

[fatbottombucky]

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[uniqueimagines]

Curvy Crush

Paring: Sweet Pea x Reader (Plus sized)

Requested: Yes, “Could you please write a sweet pea x chubby shy reader where he gets in fight and she looks after him?” @timetoventblogs

Description: Toni had been helping you dress to show off your curves a bit more which was gaining attention, both bad and good. Pea shows up bloody and reveals he likes you and would beat up anyone who didn’t.

Authors Notes: I have never written for plus sized reader and it isn’t great but I hope everyone likes it.

Warnings: Swearing

Word count: 614

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You have lived in Riverdale nearly all your life and the first few years of middle and high school involved a lot of bullying about your weight. You were curvy and until junior year you got bullied and teased nearly daily. Junior year you managed to blend in a bit more especially as the Serpents were now at Riverdale High as well. None of the new students teased you and a few actually became some of your closest friends. You were really close with Toni and you had even helped take care of the boys after they got into fights. You always felt comfortable around Toni and you had even let her know that you had a small crush on Sweet Pea but you were to shy to tell him let alone make a move.

Toni came over in the morning to help you get ready. She convinces you to wear a high waisted black pencil skirt, a grey v-neck tucked in with a denim jacket and black booties. You were always nervous to wear anything that showed off your stomach or legs but you trusted Toni. Before you got a chance to finish getting ready there was a booming knock on your front door. You quickly walked to open it to find Sweet Pea standing at the door with blood dripping from his lip and eyebrow and a deep purple bruise on his cheek.

“Pea what the hell happened?” You look him up and down as you take his hand leading him to sit on the couch. Your hands get bloody from his shredded and bleeding knuckles and you motion for him to sit. Sweet Pea sits silently staring at you as you sigh and call to your room, “Toni get my first aid kit please.” She comes out in a minute and hands you the kit while giving Pea a concerned glance. You look up at Toni as you take the kit and ask in a low calm voice, “Will you please go find out if Fangs knows anything?” She nods and rubs your shoulder before leaving.

You sit beside pea on the couch and put his hand on your knee as you grab some gauze and bactine to clean it and he pulls his hand away and giving you a small smirk, “I don’t wanna get blood on that beautiful skirt.” Your cheeks turn red and you look down as you take his hand gently cleaning his knuckles. “Will you please tell me what happened?” Pea looks down at you and nods, “Well I just overheard some stupid guys from school talking about you and they were being dicks… I couldn’t let them say those things about you especially since it was all lies”

You bite your lip and nod as your cheeks turn pink again. You look up as you begin cleaning his cheek while avoiding looking into his eyes. You sit cleaning for several minutes in silence as you clean his cheek and eyebrow. When you are done you clean up the med kit and sit silently with your hands in your lap. Pea cups your cheek with his hand tilting your head up so you to look at him, “I don't care what anyone says or what you think of yourself. You are beautiful and I would love if you would let me take you out on a date.” You look up as your cheeks go pink again and nod happily. Pea smiles and pulls you on his lap and you tense up nervous about sitting on his lap. Pea pulls you closer holding your hips and presses his lips to yours making all your nerves melt away.

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[fandom-smut-shots]

Jughead - Safety

Title

Safety

Pairing

Jughead Jones x Reader

Fandom

Riverdale

Summary

Trigger warning: Self-harm.

Warning: Violence, blood.

Everyone has different triggers. Please do not read if thinking about self-harm is a trigger in any way.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters. I’m not trying to promote any of the issues explored in these chapters – I want my readers who have experienced these troubles (and those who haven’t are welcome to read) to have a safe place to read relatable stories and maybe feel a little bit better. I know I love reading stories where the reader is chubby and has body issues because they make me feel better.

            Blood dripped down the smooth skin of your freshly shaved thighs, seeping from the inch-long incisions that adorned your limbs. As you bit your lip to fight the tears streaming down your cheeks, your eyes wandered across your upper thighs, taking in all of the different marks. Some as short as half an inch; others up to two inches across. Some had healed into soft, pink scars; others were more recent, still red and angry and scabbing over. And just below them were the freshest lines, the ones still bleeding and staining your otherwise flawless skin, the cause of the now bloody razor blade you clutched tightly in your dominant hand.

            A shaky sigh fell from your lips, choking on a sob, as you all but dropped the blade onto your bedside table. Shaking hands and nimble fingers fumbled with the drawer, opening it to reveal your private stash of anti-biotic ointment and a roll of recently cut gauze. Smearing the medicine on the gauze, you cut a new piece off and wrapped it around your thigh, securing it with medical tape. Copying the action on the other leg, you put your supplies away and fished around the drawer for the alcohol wipes you stored inside. Finding one, you ripped the package open and produced the cloth, wiping the blood from your razor blade so that it was clean for the next time you would need it.

            Hot, salty tears poured out of your eyes as you turned, swinging your legs up atop your bed and lying back against the pillows. You cried soundlessly into the quiet air that permeated your bedroom, closing your eyes before placing your hands over them. Hard as you tried not to, your thoughts kept wandering back to the recent events that had led to your current position.

            Your mother blamed you for your father cheating on her. Shortly before his affair had been discovered, your grades had slipped, and rather than face the reality of her failed marriage, your mother concluded that your lack of work ethic had driven your father away. Since their divorce, she behaved particularly cruelly towards you, only addressing you as “Failure” and “Inconvenience” and, her favorite, “Mistake.” So far, she hadn’t been violent, but a couple of glass bottles had been carelessly tossed in your direction, nearly whacking your head.

            You had also fallen victim to Reggie’s false charms. He had approached you on a bad day, lingering by your locker under the pretense of wanting to inform you of how pretty you looked that day. You had tried to thank him and walk away, but the way he grasped your hand so delicately had you craving affection, and you let him weasel his way into your mind. He’d asked you out on a date, and you’d agreed. You had gone driving, parked at Sweet Water River and had a picnic on the shore. Reggie had kissed you, more than once, sweet and gently, and then he took you home.

            And the next day, he told the entire football team that he had slept with you, that you caved without a single protest, and that you would be willing to do it again. The rest of the team believed him and proceeded to treat you like a toy they could fondle whenever the need arose. Some jealous girlfriends of football players had spread the word that you were a slut, hoping to shame you away from Reggie and his goons. Their taunting had reached the point that you couldn’t even glance at your male friends without feeling like a piece of meat on a hook, and you stopped hanging out with boys altogether, much to Archie, Kevin, and Jughead’s dismay.

            Jughead…

            He was your saving grace. He was the only person who knew what happened to your skin when you got too deep into depression. He was the only person who could talk you down when thoughts bubbled in your mind about wanting to take yourself permanently out of the picture.

            A few months previous, you had cut too deep and had to go to the hospital. Jughead had borrowed Fred’s truck and driven you there himself. He stayed with you until you were released, and he promised not to let anyone know what had happened so long as you promised to never intentionally cut your skin again.

            He would be so ashamed if he knew, so disappointed… As much as you needed his attention, there was no way you could call him. He knew your depression voice, and he could hear your tears through the phone. He would put two and two together and you couldn’t bear to face his reaction.

            The chorus of “21st Century Digital Boy” sounding from your phone signaled that Jughead had decided to call anyway. With a sigh, you plucked up your phone and tapped “answer.” It would be more suspicious to ignore the call.

            “Hello?”

            “(Y/N)?”

            “Hey, Jug.”

            “What’s wrong?”

            “What makes you think something’s wrong?”

            “I know your voice, (nickname). What is it? Your mom?”

            All you could manage in response was a sob.

            A sigh. “I’m on my way. Unlock your window.”

            With that, he hung up. There was no changing his mind. Scrubbing your hand across your eyes, you reluctantly rose from the bed and shuffled over to the window, unlocking the latch at the top so that the beanie-clad tree-climber would be able to sneak inside.

            Within moments, he appeared, pushing up the wood and glass to give himself an opening. Once inside, he closed it behind him before crossing the room to your bed. He found you curled up on your side, face hidden in your hands, body shaking with sobs. His heart broke when his ocean blue eyes wandered down to the bandages wrapped around your thighs.

            “Talk to me, (y/n),” he murmured, kicking off his boots and crawling into bed beside you. With some adjusting, he maneuvered you into his arms, cradling your head and rubbing a hand up and down your back. You sobbed into his chest as he rocked you back and forth, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

            As you calmed down, you began to recount the events. You told him how your mother had been behaving and ended the tale with Reggie’s lies and the football team’s behaviors. You didn’t notice Jughead’s hands fisting around you, clenching so hard that his knuckles turned white. What he wouldn’t give to land a fist on Reggie’s chiseled jaw…

            “That’s why you’ve been so distant,” he concluded softly. “We’ve been wondering why you pulled away. I’m so sorry they’ve been treating you that way.”

            All you could do was nod as you buried your face in his neck. Soft lips pressed to your forehead, and a wave of calm rushed through you. Jughead always had that effect on you.

            “I love you, (y/n),” he murmured. “I always have. Please, take better care of yourself. Whenever you want to… hurt yourself… just call me. Text me. I’ll drop whatever I’m doing to take care of you. I’ll beat up the entire football team if I have to. I won’t let anyone else hurt you.”

            “Get me out of here,” you whispered, glancing up at him with red, tired, teary eyes.

            “What?” he asked, furrowing his brow.

            “Get me out of here,” you repeated, chewing your lip. “I don’t care where we go, I just… I need to get away from my mom. I need to be with you.”

            He leaned in, kissing you sweetly, softly. “You can stay with me. My dad won’t mind. I just want to keep you safe.”

            You nodded, kissing him again. “Thank you.”

            “Anything for you,” he murmured, clutching you to his chest as though he were afraid to let go. You fell asleep wrapped up in his arms, feeling safe for the first time in a long time.

[certifiedskywalker]

Masterlist

Masterlist

Star Wars Imagines Riverdale Imagines 13 Reasons Why Imagines  

Star Wars :

Kylo Ren:

“I feel it again…the call to the Light” Acceptance Human Loving Lies Irresistible Fools Runaway House Of Memories Anger Control Beast (Version 1) Beast (Version 2) Young God Recovery Hidden Tattoo Headcannons Why Does Kylo Ren Wear His Mask

Poe Dameron:

Poe Dameron X Stubborn!Reader Poe Dameron X Shy!Reader My Constant Breathe Poe As A Boyfriend His Arms (Male!Reader) Not Enough Time (Solo!Reader)

Han Solo:

The Story of Our Lives Easy Game Dating Han Solo Would Include…

Cassian Andor:

Su Vida Sour Imperative Cassian Andor X Chubby!Reader Internal Injuries Cassian Andor X Rule Breaker!Reader Let’s Hurt Tonight

Luke Skywalker:

Dumb Pilot Loving Someone Better Heat Of Battle Moment In Time Jealously

Obi-Wan Kenobi :

Grief and Love Torture Torture Part Two Mind Games

Ben Solo:

Don’t Imagine Ben Solo

Galen Erso:

Romance and Probability

Bodhi Rook:

Something Right May I? Bodhi Rook X Chubby!Reader Napping Tell Me Why

Tell Me Why (Part Two)

Anakin Skywalker:

Tragedy The Calm Before the Storm Anakin As A Boyfriend Don’t Imagine Anakin Skywalker Anything

Jyn Erso:

More Time - Jyn Erso X Male!Reader

Chirrut Imwe:

Chirrut X Shy!Reader

Identity - A Star Wars Story:

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Riverdale :

Jughead Jones:

It’s Hard Enough It’s Hard Enough - Part 2 Being Jughead Jone’s Best Friend Would Include… About You Together. Undercover Over The Summer Jealous Canoodling Tomorrow Stupidity Beautiful Trouble Worth It Forgotten Safe Family Name Sleeping Better Alright Coming Out Forsythe Hair Surprise Party Say It Again Love Thy Enemy Remember When What A Future That Will Be Never Easy I’ll Prove It To You Goodbye Jughead Jones X Plus Sized!Reader Perfect Nightmares Punk Never Easy Part Two Friends Fight Rain Family Dinner Ink I Missed You In Private Mistakes More Than Friends It’s Hard Enough - Part 3 Rescued Images Knight Of The Party

Archie Andrews:

Better Than Words Sorry Star Disaster What About Me?! Change Your Mind Last Breath How Would You Feel My Anchor Breaking Up

Veronica Lodge:

Loner Being Veronica’s Girlfriend Would Include… How I See It Alright Opposites Attract Roman Holiday Make Me Happy

Betty Cooper:

Being Betty Cooper’s Best Friend Would Include… Brilliant

Cheryl Blossom:

Being Cheryl Blossom’s Bestfriend Would Include… Bucket List Princess Galway Girl Love Is Pain Hearts Don’t Break Around Here

Lost Time Say You Won’t Let Go Poker Face

On and Off Again Relationship headcannons

Reggie Mantle:

Cheer You Up Change Of Heart But He’s A Bully

13 Reasons Why Imagines :

Jeff Atkins :

Labels

Jeff Atkins X Chubby!Reader

Justin Foley :

Home

Meet Me in the Hallway

Plus there’s more to come....

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Riverdale Imagine: Victim (Archie x Reader)

Requested by anonymous: hi omg!!!! i wanted to know if you could do an archie imagine??? literally I can't find any and he's my dad I love him sm you can choose what to do with it, I literally don't care at all 😂 I just want some archie fic in my lifeee. thank youuu!!

Summary: You had been in love with your best-friend Archie Andrews for years, but that was irrelevant. When you catch him in the middle of an encounter with Miss Grundy, you realise that you have to help him understand the truth about her. Even if that means losing him forever.

Approx. 1800 words

It was a Wednesday when you saw them together. You had just finished editing Betty’s article that was due to be published in the Blue and Gold newspaper the following morning – an interesting piece on the stigmatisation of eating disorders in young women – and you were eager to get home. You had finished all of your homework earlier in the week and, as you escaped from the prison that was Riverdale High with your headphones blaring in your ears, you were contemplating which series to binge on Netflix later that night. As you neared the exit a flash of blue and yellow caught your eye from one of the music classrooms on your left, as you peeped through the window in the classroom’s door, you were surprised to see a letterman jacket on the wooden floor. You furrowed your brow in confusion, you thought you were the only person left in the school building, and you opened the door just enough so you could peer inside. You were not prepared for what you saw. Archie Andrews – your best friend and long-time crush – was half naked and entwined in a passionate embrace with Miss Grundy, Riverdale High’s music teacher. They were both in an alarming state of undress and their clothes were strewn around the floor, clearly having been ripped off each other in an animalistic manner. You heard Miss Gundy giggle like a teenage girl as Archie lifted her up and placed her on the top of the piano, the muscles in his arms flexing appealingly. You nearly threw up at the sight of him kissing down her neck, his hands running up her bare thighs and reaching her breasts, cupping them almost roughly.

Your fist in your mouth in an attempt to stop yourself from gagging, you turned and ran from the classroom, a sudden desire to put as much distance between yourself and disgusting couple as possible. By the time you reached your house, your chest was practically bursting for want of air and you collapsed on your front porch, breathing heavily. That was when you felt the heartbreak. A dull ache ripped through your chest at the thought of Archie’s love affair. You had always thought that the two of you would end up together, you had been in love with him for years, and his rejection of Betty last month had given you hope that he might actually like you back, but he had spurned you for a woman almost twice his age. You recalled the way Miss Grundy had looked at Archie, her dark eyes glinting like he was a piece of meat, she was a predator. This wasn’t some forbidden and sexy love affair, this was statutory rape. Archie was being victimized.

By Saturday morning, you felt as though you had gathered enough information on Miss Grundy – if that was even her real name – to persuade Archie that she was bad news. As you walked into Pop’s diner, the familiar sound of the welcome bell ringing in your ears, you saw the red-haired boy in your usual booth at Pop’s, he was staring worryingly at his chocolate milkshake as he swirled his straw around a little too viciously.

“What did that milkshake ever do to you Andrews?” you laughed as you slid in opposite him. “A penny for your thoughts? You look as though you have the world on your shoulders” you said gently. He smiled up at you through his lashes with his dark brown eyes, making your heart lurch.

“I was just wondering if everything is okay with you” he confessed, reaching over the table you hold one of your hands. “You’ve been kind of distant with me this week and then I suddenly get a text saying that we need to talk, that’s never a good sign you know.” You watched as his calloused fingers stroked the palm of your hand, just like he always did when you were upset. This time however, you pulled your hand back, unable to force the image from your mind of those same hands sliding all over Miss Grundy. Archie frowned slightly at your rejection, his lips pouting like a child who had just been told no, you yearned to hug him tightly but you resisted, pulling a stack of paper from your bag instead and pushing it towards him. He regarded the document with alarm. “Shit, did I forget about some kind of joint assignment?” he asked, the pitch of his voice rising slightly.

“No Arch, this is something that I have been working on over the last couple of days and you really need to read it. It’s about Miss Grundy” you confessed, your eyes surveying his face carefully. You saw a flicker of surprise cross his expression before it hardened, his eyes growing cold.

“Why would I need to know anything about Miss Grundy?” he stated, failing miserably to keep his voice even.

“I know about you two, Archie. I saw you both in the music room after school on Wednesday, I was staying late to do some work for the newspaper” you whispered, casting your eyes down towards your lap in embarrassment.

“So you investigated her?” he spat angrily.

“She isn’t good for you Archie, in case you didn’t know what you’re doing is called statutory rape and she can go to prison for it” you whispered urgently, cautious of anyone listening in. “You’re the victim here” you reminded him.

“A victim? I like her, I want her. How the hell does that make me a victim? In fact, this is none of your business.” He growled back at you, his brown eyes narrowing.

“She’s not who she says she is” you pleaded, “in fact, ‘Geraldine Grundy’ didn’t even exist on social media until a year ago, exactly when she moved to Riverdale. Don’t you think that’s suspicious?”

“Do you know what I think is suspicious? You. Here you are claiming to be looking out for me when all you’re doing is acting on your own jealousy. I know you like me; I’m not stupid Y/N.” The venom in his voice was like a knife, cutting your heart into a million pieces. Here was your gentle Archie, your best friend, looking at you with hate and disgust. Was the notion that you liked him really so repulsive to him?

“I’m sorry that you don’t believe my caring intentions” you choked out, tears forming in your eyes. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt; my own feelings for you are irrelevant.”

“We both know that isn’t true” he sneered. You winced at his tone; you couldn’t understand why he was being so cruel.

“That’s all I have to say, I’ve tried to make you see sense but you’re clearly too wrapped up with your cougar for your brain to work properly” you spat bitterly. You were angry now; Archie had no reason to treat you like the enemy, especially considering how you had always been there for him. Using your own feelings for him to hurt you had crossed the line.

“She’s not a cougar” he growled.

You snorted sarcastically as you picked up your bag and stalked out of the diner, slamming the door behind you as you stepped outside into the fresh autumn air and took a deep breath. Glancing over your shoulder, you could see Archie through the window; he was still sitting at the booth where you left him, staring nervously down at the stack of paper that held the secret of who Miss Grundy really was. You heart softened slightly, he no longer looked angry, just defeated. You longed to go and comfort him, but you were reminded of his harsh words and accusations and your expression hardened again. Gripping the strap of your bag firmly, you turned away from the boy you loved and headed home, not sure when you would speak to him again.

You woke up to the sound of someone screaming in your ear. You rolled over; wrapping yourself in your duvet in an attempt to drown out the noise, but it was no use. Begrudgingly, you peered up through your mountain of blankets and met the excited gaze of your little sister who was holding a huge sack of presents and squealing about how Rudolf had eaten the carrot she laid out. You smiled at her affectionately, her curly blonde hair was escaping from the little pigtails you had tied them in the night before, and she already had chocolate smeared over her chin. You wiped your finger over her chin and made a point of examining the chocolaty substance.

“And what is this I wonder?” you mused with mock seriousness. “Chocolate? There better be some for me!” Your sister giggled and, grabbing your hand in her tiny chubby fist, began pulling you downstairs.

“Y/N, Y/N! Santa came and left us presents!” She squealed in her delightfully high-pitched voice, you had to hold onto her hand tightly to stop her from falling down the stairs.

As you were in the middle of helping your sister build the fairy castle that came in her Christmas stocking – along with a countless number of miniature fairies, princes, and princesses – the doorbell rang. You checked your watch in astonishment, unable to think of a reason why anyone would come to visit at 7:30am. Making sure your sister was distracted with her new toys; you hastily pulled on your dressing gown and headed towards the front door. Your heart fluttered at the sight of a red-haired boy, staring at you with his brown eyes, a beautifully wrapped Christmas present in his outstretched hands. As much as you wanted to forgive him instantly and jump into his arms, you couldn’t help but feel guarded. The words from your last encounter all those months ago still rang in your ears, the pain they caused still not healed.

“What are you doing here Archie?” you asked, your tone even. He bit his lip as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“I’ve come to apologise” he paused, reconsidering his words, “to beg for you back actually.” You raised your eyebrows sceptically but didn’t say anything. “You were right, Miss Grundy was bad for me, and she wasn’t who she said she was. She’s left town. I said that if she didn’t then I would report her to Principle Weatherbee. I’m so sorry for what I said to you, you’re my best friend and hurting you like that was inexcusable and I’ll understand if you can’t forgive me.” By the end of his apology, he was staring down at his feet, clearly scared of you rejecting him.

“I’m about to make pancakes” you said, unable to hide your smile, “would you like some?”

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hey i love your work and i was thinking if you're shipping the reader x TW character, if yes then would you please ship me? i'm 5'3 just like lydia and have long dark brown hair and hazel eyes. i'm sassy and i love to sass everyone out. i can't trust everyone easily. people say i'm cute because of my chubby cheeks but i'm not fat. i have light tanned skin like veronica from riverdale. i'm more like lydia in my body statistics and my attitude. thank you so much and once again i love your work.

Thank you babe ! Sorry, however, I'm not doing ships. I never done them and don't think I'd be good at them ! You sound great though 🖤🖤

[myriadimagines]

Hi! Please can i get a drabble with prompt 96, with a guy from Riverdale? She/her pronouns. I have ginger hair and blue eyes, freckles, I’m average height and a little chubby. I’m very optimistic, kind and intelligent (I’m a Ravenclaw) and a little naive. My hobbies are reading and writing (mostly poetry), and I love 70s music.

Characters: Reader x Jughead JonesWarnings: ViolencePrompts: “I’m sorry for punching you, but in my defence, you shouldn’t have snuck up on me.” Word Count: 491A/N: I hope you like it!

NOT TAKING ANYMORE REQUESTS!

You slammed your locker shut, suddenly becoming very aware of the eerie silence that descended upon the hallways of Riverdale High. You knew you were one of the least people still in school -- you had to clean up some stuff for your after school club while everyone started heading home -- but you didn’t realise that the building was practically empty. You gulped, hitching the straps of your bag higher onto your shoulders before making your way to the front entrance. You quickened your pace when you suddenly heard footsteps behind you. Suddenly afraid, you dived into a nearby empty classroom, holding your breath.

Ever since the Black Hood had shot Fred Andrews, there was an atmosphere of uneasiness over Riverdale. Your parents had always insisted you get home early, and you were only allowed to be out if you had at least two friends with you. Even now that the Black Hood was dead, there still seemed to be an aura of fear. You let out a quiet groan, wishing you had someone with you instead of being alone. Slowly, you peeked through the window of the door, looking up and down the hallway before not noticing anyone outside. You quickly got out, rushing towards the entrance before a hand clamped down on your shoulder. Instinctively, you turned around, punching the attacker in the face. You punched him in the stomach for good measure, too, before realising your attacker was simply wearing a black beanie, and not a mask. Gasping, you realised who you had just punched, and exclaimed, “Jughead?”

“Yeah,” Jughead grumbled, slowly straightening as he still clutched his stomach. “Hello to you, too.” 

“Jesus!” you let out an exasperated sigh, running your hands through your hair as you composed yourself. “I’m sorry for punching you, but in my defence, you shouldn’t have snuck up on me. There was a freaking killer out on the just a few days ago!” 

“Which is exactly why you should be home already.” Jughead responded, raising an eyebrow, and you sighed. “Why are you still at school, anyway?”

“I was putting some books back at the library.” you shrugged. “You?”

“What do you think?” Jughead grinned, raising a stack of papers in his hand. You were a fan of Jughead’s writing, and he often came to you for editing purposes, and you smiled at him. Readjusting his beanie, he gestured for you to follow him as he said, “Come on, I’ll give you a ride home.”

You smiled at him gratefully as you walked outside with him, and shook your head when you saw his motorcycle. Stepping back, you teased, “You know, I think I’d rather risk it and walk home alone than get on that thing with you.”

“Come on, I promise I’m a safe driver. I won’t let you fall off.” Jughead laughed, tossing you his helmet before revving up the engine. You shot him a pointed look, and Jughead repeated, “Promise.”