a little liqueur and a lot of kinks

no shame, only smut

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i’m begging for a new veronica/fp fic!!

I definitely want them in the Riverdale Daddies collection, too!

I'm surprised FP hasn't made an appearance yet, but I'm just rolling with whatever ideas hit first. Don't worry, though, I do want to include him - and FP/Veronica - sooner than later!

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kiss it, kiss it better (7/?)

As the principal's daughter, no one thinks twice whenever Betty gets called into Hal's office.

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pairing: betty cooper/hal cooper

prompt: hair pulling | forced orgasms | vibrators

note: i found out that there was a principal cooper in riverdale circa 1944, and although she was played by alice cooper's actress, my mind immediately went to hal. consider this a modern/current day riverdale au in which hal cooper is the school principal.

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Betty's freshman year at Riverdale High was also Hal's first year as principal, and although her parents never said as much, she knew that anything and everything she and said did would reflect on her father. Hal wanted to make a good impression, and Betty didn't want to add to his stress, so it didn't seem unreasonable to her to concede to a few of his preferences.

Hal didn't dictate what she wore, but he did splurge on quite a few new clothes before her first day - skirts that were never too short or too fitted, cute blouses and cardigans in an assortment of sweet pastels - and Betty felt it was best not to stray too far from what he seemed to find appropriate for her. He also didn't expect her to spend her lunch periods with him, but she knew it would look good if she did - and that rumors of tension at home would start if she didn't - so three times a week, she made sure to show her face with all of the admins before eating with Hal in his office.

It helped, of course, that Betty had always been studious and willing to do what was asked of her. She already kept her grades up and volunteered her time to others, and knowing that this reflected well on Hal simply encouraged her to keep her head down.

In fact, she kept her head down so well that no one seemed to notice when senior year came along and little things started to change.

Her blouses grew tighter, her necklines curved lower, her skirts became shorter and shorter, until they were just long enough to hide the garter straps that held up the pairs of sheer stockings that began replacing her knee-high socks. Hal never addressed the change in wardrobe - it's not as though Betty had asked him about it before - but she certainly noticed that her sweaters and cardigans were disappearing from her closet, and that all of her simple and sensible cotton ensembles were being replaced by lace and satin.

Then there was the fact that, a month into senior year, he started laying out her clothes on her bed each morning, down to her bras and panties - and always had a new accessory for her to accompany her outfit.

Plugs that made her drip under her skirts as she sat in class.

Clamps that had her biting on her lower lip as her nipples throbbed in the middle of study hall.

Dildos that nearly had her gasping at the way they shifted inside of her between periods.

And vibes of all shapes and sizes, always controlled by an app on Hal's phone as he lounged in his office, teasing and taunting her throughout the day until the bell finally rang at the beginning of lunch. Which was another thing no one seemed to notice, because Betty had gone from spending every other day with Hal in his office to stumbling in as quickly as possible, every single day. Her friends were disappointed, of course, but they knew that her father just wanted to spend as much time with her as possible before she graduated.

What they didn't know was that time was spent with Betty bent over or sprawled across Hal's desk, desperately trying to muffle her cries so the whole school couldn't hear how many orgasms their principal squeezed out of his daughter before the bell rang at the end of lunch.

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Betty whimpers around the lace panties stuffed into her mouth as Hal drags the vibrating wand over her slick cunt once more, pressing it right up against her aching, oversensitive little clit. Her hips jolt, though whether to edge away from the relentless humming of the toy that's already pushed her to two orgasms, or to seek out more of its delicious friction against her clit, she doesn't know. All she knows is that her legs quiver with the effort to hold herself open where she's spread atop of Hal's desk, ass perched near the edge and feet planted on the sturdy oak to keep her legs spread as wide as possible.

Her blouse is unbuttoned and hanging off of her shoulders, her sheer baby pink bra skewed from when Hal was sucking on her nipples as he brought her to her first orgasm, and her skirt lays discarded on the floor from when Hal tugged it off along with her panties, stuffing the damp lace into her mouth to muffle the cries of her second orgasm.

And still, her moans continue to climb in octave as he swirls the wand tighter over her clit - so much so that Hal slaps his hand over her mouth as she keens through her third orgasm, right on the heels of the second, dropping her hands onto the desk for balance as she begins to buck wildly against the toy. Papers crinkle under her ass as she shudders through the waves of pleasure, her cunt spasming and dripping, and Hal tightens his grip on her mouth as her eyes roll back.

It feels as if she's been coming forever before he finally, finally draws the toy away from her pussy, her body sagging against the desk as she drops onto her elbows with a muffled mewl.

When she catches sight of the clock on the wall, though, she realizes that there's still fifteen minutes left before the end of lunch.

Oh god.

She's already starting to shake her head as Hal switches the wand off, but Hal hums in disappointment, arching an eyebrow, and Betty whines. "Now, Betty," Hal says, voice full of disapproval as he takes in the sight of her, disheveled and panting, atop his desk. "I know I didn't raise you to be a quitter. What would your classmates think, giving up when we're only halfway through?"

Betty nearly lets out a sob at the thought of more, but when he taps her ankle, she doesn't dare hesitate to comply. She scoots herself off of the desk, legs wobbling as she gets to her feet, and Hal smiles in approval before he's pushing on her shoulders and forcing her onto her knees. Her face hovers near the very spot she had just been coming on, the old oak smelling of the wanton musk of her pussy, and the thought of anyone else coming into her father's office after this and smelling it, too, has her stomach fluttering in humiliation.

But then a soft click snaps her from her thoughts, and Betty's gaze darts down to the slim metal cuffs Hal just locked around her wrist and her ankle, binding them together. She glances up at Hal as he moves to the other side, whimpering in confusion, but he ignores her as he locks her other wrist and ankle into another pair of cuffs before reaching back into the bottom desk drawer she hadn't noticed he opened.

Pulling out a small dildo gag in baby pink, a perfect match for the lingerie he laid out with her outfit this morning.

Betty's stomach swoops at the sight of it, her eyes widening as Hal tugs the panties from her mouth. "Daddy, what are - " she begins, but Hal tsks, shoving the dildo past her lips before she can finish her question, buckling it into place. It doesn't quite hit the back of her throat, but it's thick enough that it stretches her jaw out and long enough that she struggles to make a sound around it.

Then he reaches into the drawer again, this time pulling out a butterfly vibe he's only ever used on her once before, when he had an after-school phone call he couldn't get out of. Because she had to wait for him before they could go home, he'd tied her to one of the chairs across from his desk and made her come over and over and over again as he went over details on the school budget.

Just the memory alone has Betty struggling uselessly against her cuffs, drawing a smirk to Hal's lips as he wraps the straps of the toy around one thigh, then the other, tightening it into place so that the little vibrator sits firmly tucked against her still-swollen clit.

"Now, Betty," Hal says as he picks up his phone, "I have this pesky little meeting I couldn't get out of that, but of course, I've already planned to remedy this." He swipes at his screen, the vibe buzzing the life against her little bundle of nerves, and Betty chokes on her gasp as she shudders at the already overwhelming sensations washing over her. The vibrations start off strong before fading out, like ripples across water, nearly coming to a stop at the lowest setting before it slides back up again and starts anew.

Betty's eyes cross, the teasing vibrations somehow so much worse than the steady, relentless hum of the wand had been - and if not for the dildo gag so effectively muffling a single sound from slipping from her throat, Betty would already be sobbing at the thought of having to sit through this for a minute longer, let alone the fifteen or so minutes left for lunch.

As she's pliant with pleasure, Hal shifts her back until she's tucked completely under his desk, the old-fashioned style of it allowing her to be completely hidden from sight like this, especially as Hal settles back in his seat and rolls his chair closer, until there's just enough space for him to see her wriggling on her knees at his feet.

Smiling down at her, he continues with, "I have your excusal note for your next period written and signed, so there's no need to rush once lunch is over. In fact, we'll be able to make up for our lost father-daughter time and then some."

Betty's pussy clamps down around aching emptiness at his words, starting to shake her head, except the ripple of vibrations begins to ramp back up, making her sway forward until her is cheek pressing against the cushion of his desk chair between his legs. Hal chuckles softly, petting her ponytail almost affectionately as her hips gyrate in search of friction she knows she won't get, her frustration only amplified with her inability to even beg for more thanks to the gag in her mouth.

Except perhaps it's a blessing in disguise, because in the very next moment, there's a rapid knock.

"Come in," Hal says loud and clear as the vibrations on Betty's toy reach their peak, and Betty's eyes roll back as she can do nothing but quiver through the pleasure as the door swings opens.

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kiss it, kiss it better (6/?)

Cheryl decides that she's come to love when her parents leave her alone in Thornhill.

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pairing: cheryl blossom/fred andrews

prompt: pool sex/hot tub sex | gagging | face sitting

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Cheryl used to think that spending her days alone in the sprawling Blossom estate was its own sort of hell, especially with Jay-Jay gone, but now she sees the quiet as a reprieve from her mother's biting criticisms and her father's dismissiveness. Her Nana Rose is always around, of course, but she rarely ever leaves her room and is hardly even lucid when she does. So, with her parents gone more often than not, sometimes even for days at a time, Cheryl finds that she's come to enjoy having Thornhill all to herself.

Well, not just to herself.

"O-ohh," Cheryl whimpers, legs trembling as she tries to clamp them shut against the relentless swirls and laps of Fred's tongue over her oversensitive little bundle of nerves, but his broad shoulders and his strong arms hooked around her waist keep her firmly in place. She may technically be the one on top, straddling his face on the extra-wide lounge chair tucked under the poolside umbrella, but she's just as helpless like this as she would be bound and pinned beneath him like she so often is.

Fred groans against her clit, sending delicious tingles up her spine, and then he's latching on, sucking long and hard until she cries out with yet another orgasm, collapsing forward onto his chest with his throbbing cock only inches away from her face. Her pleasured screams are a stark contrast against the almost serene sight of the pool in front of them, still and glistening under the blaring summer sun - and although the Thornhill estate is miles and miles wide, the thought of anyone being able to hear her sobbing in orgasm out in the open like this only makes her come harder as she shudders through the waves of pleasure.

"P-plee-ahhh, ahh!" Cheryl whines, eyes blurring with tears as Fred continues licking broad strokes of his tongue over her clit, unbothered by the babbling, sobbing mess she's become on top of him. She wants to beg to him to stop, the sparks coursing through her almost painful in their pleasure with how many times she's come without reprieve, yet she can't help but rut her hips against his mouth as if in encouragement.

He hadn't even fully stripped her of her bathing suit before he'd tugged her onto his face, although it's hardly fair to call it a bathing suit in the first place. Though technically a one-piece, the neckline plunges down to her navel before sparsely covering her pussy and ass, leaving her back and almost the entirety of her sides exposed. She'd worn it with the expectation that Fred would tear it off of her, but the fact that he's left it on - stretching the bottoms aside to get to her pussy, the neckline skewed by her squirming so that her tits have completely fallen out of it - feels even more wanton.

"Too-oooh, ah, t-too much," Cheryl sobs into Fred's hip, trembling as he tugs her tighter against his face, ignoring her pleas as his tongue keeps lashing and curling inside of her spasming cunt. His beard has nearly scratched her raw with how hard and how long he's eaten her out, and that only makes everything feel more heightened as she quivers through yet another orgasm, everything beginning to blur together.

When she feels entirely wrung out and her sobs have faded into pathetic mewls, he finally, finally relents, pulling her hips off of his face. The lounger creaks as he rolls her onto her back, but considering this is far from the first time Fred has fucked her on it, he knows that it can easily take the weight of their bodies and the force of his thrusts.

Except she's so raw and oversensitive that the thought of anything else inside of her pussy has her whimpering, squeezing her legs together as if that could possibly deter Fred.

She hears the deep rumble of his chuckle as he moves above her, but rather than prying her thighs back open, she feels the salty tip of his cock brushing against her lips. She gasps in surprise, and Fred takes the opportunity to slip into her mouth, angling his hips and thrusting until he hits the back of her throat. Cheryl chokes on a moan, tipping her chin up almost on instinct, and he starts pushing into her throat.

Cheryl gags at the way his thickness is stretching her out, her eyes watering as she can't do anything but simply take it, and she starts to squirm as he stays nestled in her throat for one beat, then two, then three, before pulling back out enough for her to gasp for breath.

"You liked that, didn't you?" Fred asks, and she doesn't even realize that her legs have fallen back open until his hand trails along the length of her thigh to swipe through the lips of her cunt. She jolts, still entirely too sensitive, except that she can already feel her clit beginning to tingle from arousal.

Just from gagging on Fred's cock.

It's not the first time he's fucked her throat, but it's the first time he's done it like this, where she's completely pliant beneath him, her head at the perfect angle to sink in a few extra inches. He'd nearly sheathed himself to the hilt and he seems determined to do so, because in the next moment, he's back in her mouth, his hand on her chin and angling it just so, so he can press into the tightness of her throat once more.

Cheryl can't even choke on her moan this time, and the way he's stretching out her throat only makes her slicker as she rubs her thighs together, attempting to ease the ache of her clit as the tingles grow stronger.

This time when he pulls out, Cheryl lets out a soft whimper between gasps of air.

"Does it ache here again?" Fred taunts, using his fingers to spread her lips and bare her swollen bundle of nerves. She knows she's still too sensitive and raw after how long he'd sucked and nipped and licked her clit, yet it's already throbbing and aroused once more. Fred chuckles, blowing gently, and Cheryl gasps as she squirms beneath him. "This greedy little pussy already wants more, even though I spent almost an hour making it come."

He brings his hand down on her cunt with a swift spank and Cheryl cries out, startled, her hips jumping and her pussy fluttering.

He does it again, and again, and again, the wet sounds filling the air along with her wanton cries, her body trembling as each spank sends white-hot pleasure rippling through her. She's sticky and slick, her pussy clamping down on aching emptiness with each spank, and when he lands a particularly hard blow, he leaves his hand on her and glides his fingers through her wetness. Over and over again, her lips parting in a keening moan.

One that he swiftly stifles as he thrusts his cock back into her mouth, pressing into her throat, deeper, deeper, until she's finally taken him to the hilt. Cheryl feels smothered by sensations, trapped between the pain in her throat and her jaw as she struggles to take him and the pleasure between her legs as he continues gliding his fingers through her cunt, brushing up against her clit with each stroke and making her eyes nearly cross.

Cheryl wants to gag again but somehow doesn't, and Fred pulls his hand away to wrap his hand around her throat, feeling the press of his cock inside of her as he grunts in approval. "That's my good girl," he groans, smoothing his hand over the shape of him inside of her, "that's my good fucking girl."

Despite the burn in her lungs and the tears blurring her eyes, Cheryl feels herself melt at his praise, her clit throbbing even as the edges of her vision begin to white out. She shudders, beginning to squirm as the need for air in her lungs grows more frantic, and still, Fred holds himself inside of her for a beat longer before he's drawing back and slipping out with a wet pop.

Cheryl gasps again, desperately trying to draw more air into her lungs as she feels the warm ribbons of his cum spurting onto her tits and her stomach above her - and then Fred's other hand is spanking her cunt once more, hard, and Cheryl keens out with her orgasm as it squirts out of her swollen cunt.

She nearly sobs from how hard the pleasure bursts through her, everything heady and hazy from his salt and musk smothering her senses, and she feels like her orgasm is one long blur as she writhes and wriggles atop of the lounger. Until she's rolling onto her side, panting, her body feeling heavy and floaty all at once as cum drips down her skin.

Fred hums, voice a little gravelly from his orgasm as he pets his hand down her tangled hair. "My good girl," he soothes, and when Cheryl's eyelashes flutter open to peer up at him, she sees that the glint of hunger in his eyes hasn't been sated at all. If anything, it only shines brighter, and her still body grows impossibly aroused in response. "I'd say you've earned a bit of rest. We still have the entire weekend ahead of us, after all."

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kiss it, kiss it better (5/?)

The Lodges have a particular way they like to celebrate a girl's coming of age.

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pairing: veronica lodge/the lodges

prompt: sharing/passing her around | breeding | deepthroating

note: not necessarily Easter-themed but close enough! how many of veronica's relatives sound familiar to you?

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Veronica had described it as a confirmation ceremony to her friends, a sort of coming-of-age tradition that the Lodges have kept up for generations.

"It's extremely exclusive," she'd explained when she told them that she would be whisked away for a week for all of the festivities, her absence already signed and excused by Principal Weatherbee. "I'd invite all of you to come, of course, it being a big deal and all, but..." She'd simply trailed off with a little shrug. "Let's just say the Lodges are incredibly close-knit and tight-lipped, especially when it comes to family affairs."

"I would expect nothing less from the elusive one percent," Kevin had mused. "Just try not to party too hard without us, okay?"

"Oh, Kevin. You know I make no such promises," Veronica replied, her smile widening. "If the world knows one thing for certain, it's that the Lodges know how to throw an excellent party."

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"I hate to admit it, Hiram, but you've truly outdone yourself this time."

"Well, you know my mantra, Mario," Hiram replies with a chuckle, his hand coming to pet Veronica's hair where she's perched atop of the white, velvet ottoman serving as the centerpiece of the grand ballroom. "Only the best for my little girl."

"Except she's not so little anymore," another voice chimes in as Tio Ricky claps his hand on the back of Hiram's shoulder as he joins them. "That's the whole point of tonight, isn't it?"

Hiram flashes his teeth in a grin as the other two laugh. "Indeed it is."

Pulling his hand from her hair, he reaches into his pocket for the small remote tucked inside, and Veronica gasps softly as she feels the toy start to buzz inside of her again. He's been turning it on and off all evening, the sensation never more than a teasing hum, but this time he dials up the vibrations high enough that her hips start rocking into the cushion before she can help herself.

The rabbit vibe is slim yet powerful, curled just so to tease just under that sweet spot inside of her while the two silicone ears hug her clit tightly, making the little bundle swell as it traps it between the vibrations. The toy is white, of course, to match the white string of pearls draped from her throat and the white faux fur tailed plug lodged in her ass - and most importantly, the white lace bunny-eared headband tucked into her hair. Because Veronica hadn't technically lied when she told her friends that the festivities this week are a coming-of-age celebration.

She simply left out the little detail that the Lodges like to start off the celebrations with a night of breeding.

Every Made man in the family is here tonight, the ballroom decked out in velvet and silk and an extensive collection of toys laid out on the tables. Hiram has spent months preparing her for tonight, stretching her out with plugs and dildos, forcing her to come until she's sobbing and sore, and perfecting his recipe of jingle jangle to keep Veronica needy and aroused the moment she starts to fade. She has a family reputation to uphold tonight, after all, and Hiram would love nothing more than to boast about how well he's prepared his little girl into taking her place in the family.

"Perhaps that's enough mingling," Hiram concedes, draining the last of his rum before handing his glass off to someone nearby, his eyes glinting as Veronica feels the vibrations kick up another notch. She tosses her head back, lips parting in a moan, and she hears the chatter around the room begin to the die down as the weight of everyone's gazes shift onto her. "We have quite the night ahead of us, don't we, mija?"

"Ye-ahh, yes," Veronica gasps as the vibration kicks up again, a shudder rolling through her as the silicone ears hum relentlessly against her aching clit. She can feel herself dripping all over the velvet cushion she's perched on top of, starting to curl forward to ride the waves of pleasure - except Hiram hooks his hand under her chin, hooking his thumb between her parted, pouty lips as he jerks her head back up.

Instinctively, she sucks his thumb deeper into her mouth, grabbing his wrist with both hands to steady herself as her hips gyrate, chasing the building pressure at the base of her spine. She can see everyone starting to shuffle closer, their voices hushed but excited, and a warmth pools in her stomach at the unabashed arousal in their eyes.

"You going to do the honors and get us started?" Tio Ricky asks Hiram, draining his own glass of rum before licking a drop of it off of his bottom lip. "Father always gets first dibs."

"Actually, Ricky, I want to give that honor to you tonight," Hiram says, reaching up with his free hand to pat Tio Ricky's arm. "You've been my greatest mentor in this family all these years. It only makes sense that I return the favor."

Tio Ricky chuckles. "You always did like to bend tradition. But who am I to say no?"

Tio Ricky makes his way around the other side of the ottoman as Hiram slips his thumb from Veronica's mouth, jerking her forward until she's braced on her hands and knees as Tio Ricky wiggles the vibrator out of her dripping cunt. Veronica whimpers at the loss, her clit throbbing, but then Hiram is swiftly unzipping his slacks and freeing his cock, guiding himself into her pouting mouth. She chokes on her gasp as he hits the back of her throat, her tongue lapping at the underside of his cock as she feels hands guiding her legs closed, knees and thighs flushed together.

She only has half a second to be confused, because then Tio Ricky's cock is notching at her entrance and pushing into the slick tightness of her cunt, and Veronica chokes out a moan around Hiram's cock.

A string of Spanish curses rolls off of Tio Ricky's tongue as he bucks into her, bottoming out with relative ease despite the squeeze. He feels so thick like this that Veronica's eyes nearly flutter shut, but then Hiram drawing his hips back and snapping, thrusting deeper down her throat, and Veronica's eyes fly open as he begins fucking her mouth.

Tio Ricky finds his rhythm quickly behind her, fucking her in tandem with Hiram, and Veronica already feels overwhelmed with sensation and fricking and the delicious stretch of their cocks inside of her. The vibrator left her perched near the edge, so it doesn't feel like it takes long at all before Veronica is choking on her cry, her body spasming between them as her orgasm drips between her thighs.

"Fuck, she's squeezing," Tio Ricky grunts, grasping her waist and bucking into her harder, faster, just as Hiram grasps her hips and picks up his own speed. He isn't fucking her quite as fast, but it feels as if he's sliding deeper and deeper into her throat with every thrust, and Veronica's choked moans from her orgasm only spur them on.

"That's it, mija," Hiram groans as she writhes between them, nails scratching against the velvet cushion for purchase as she's trapped between their bruising thrusts.

Veronica comes for a second time before she feels Tio Pedro start to twitch in the tightness of her cunt, this warmth spurting out inside of her as she trembles through the pleasure. Seconds later, she feels the saltiness of Hiram's cum filling her throat, nearly making her lungs burn for air as she swallows drop after drop until he's pulling back, painting the last spurts of his cum across her tongue and her lips.

"Alright, gentlemen," Hiram says out loud, his voice only slightly winded despite how hard he'd come down her throat. "I'd say the festivities have officially begun."

Veronica gasps as she feels herself being flipped onto her back, her cousins Tyler and Carlos standing on each side of her and grasping her ankles to hold her open wide, and she feels the warmth of Tio Ricky's cum beginning to drip out of her. She squirms as the ripple of chatter that sounds around the room, remarking on how pretty and puffy and slutty her cunt looks while painted in cum, but she only has a moment to feel the bloom of humiliation in her chest before Tyler and Carlos are bending her open even more, making her cry out despite the ease with which they press her legs down until they're nearly flat against the ottoman.

Tyler grabs her hand, bringing it to his pre-cum-covered tip and smearing it across her palm before wrapping her fingers around his base, while Carlos gives his own cock a squeeze as he drops down onto his knees beside her, latching onto her stiff nipple. Veronica cries out, wriggling against the firm grip on her ankles as she sees Tio Michael taking Tio Ricky's place between her legs, grasping her hips and gliding his cock through the mess of cum and slickness.

He thrusts into her without preamble, making her moan as she tosses her head back over the edge of the ottoman, only for another cock to press up against her parted lips and slide right into her mouth before she can catch who it is. Hands grip her throat as he finds his rhythm, almost in sync with Tio Michael as he angles his hips and starts fucking her without abandon, hitting that sweet spot inside of her that has her choking on a squeal. All the while, Carlos's mouth on her tit sends sparks straight down to her clit with every suck and scrape of his teeth, and Ty's cock swells as he fucks her fist, more slickness dripping over her knuckles as she fumbles with her strokes.

She comes twice more before the cock in her mouth starts emptying its cum down her throat, then again when Tio Michael's thumb starts relentlessly swirling over her clit, making her clamp down tightly around him as his cum spurts inside of her and Tyler and Carlos's cum comes out in ribbons of warmth across her stomach and her tits.

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"A-ahh, nhhnnn," Veronica whimpers, muffling her cry into Tio Pedro's shoulder where she's sprawled out on top of him, his cock nestled deep in her cunt as Tio Oscar works his cock in beside his. Veronica feels utterly wrung out, never truly getting a chance to catch her breath, but the jingle jangle Hiram slipped down her throat just a little while ago makes her feverish and pliant for her uncles as they work to fit both of their cocks into the tightness of her cunt. She already feels impossibly stretched, especially with the bunny tail plug still firmly nestled in her ass, and it doesn't feel at all like it should work - but inch by inch, Tio Oscar sinks inside of her as Tio Pedro gently swirls over her swollen clit, chasing away the pain with sparks of pleasure.

"That's it, sweet girl," Tio Pedro murmurs against her cheek as Tio Oscar's hands glide over her sides, gentling her squirming as he finally, finally bottoms out.

"Look at that. Look at you," Tio Oscar mumbles against the back of her neck, sucking at her fluttering pulse. "You're taking us so well, princesa. You're so wet for us, we'll have no problem at all fucking you."

As if to prove his point, her uncles rock into her, making her dig her nails into Tio Pedro's arms as the sensation crashes over her. "Ahh! Ha-ahhh," she whines, feeling too full, trapped between their sculpted chests as their cocks pulse and twitch inside of her. But then they thrust again, and again, and again, making her eyes roll back from the heady pleasure that washes over her. She's come too many times to count, her body sore and oversensitive, but the jingle jangle is making her impossibly aroused and she can feel the pressure building inside of her again as her uncles begin to fuck her in earnest.

Neither of them can go that fast or fuck her that hard, but her pleasure crests nonetheless, making her cry out until Tio Oscar tugs her by her hair and licks into her gasping mouth, kissing her deep and dirty as she trembles with her orgasm between them.

She can only imagine how wanton she looks like right now - cum streaked and smeared across her flushed skin, her nipples stiff and swollen, her bunny ears skewed atop of her head - but when Tio Oscar draws back from their kiss and Veronica's eyelashes flutter open, she finds her Daddy's gaze on her and sees the pride glinting in his eyes as she takes both cocks in her cunt.

"Hiram really outdid himself with you, didn't he?" Tio Oscar says into her hair, tracing his knuckles down her flushed cheek as he grunts with a particularly hard thrust, making her mewl as her eyelashes flutter. "You haven't been without a cock all night long, and yet, I know this little cumslut of a cunt can keep going for hours."

"Yes," Veronica moans, her eyes nearly crossing as she feels both men groan with their own orgasms, trapping her tight between them as they empty their cum deep inside of her. She's lost count of how many cocks have fucked her, how much cum has painted her body and her tongue and her pussy, but she knows tonight is only the beginning. They have the whole week to celebrate her, and of course, she's determined to prove just how well Hiram prepared her for it.

She has a family reputation to uphold, after all.

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kiss it, kiss it better (4/?)

When Archie is away at juvie, Veronica discovers just how much she enjoys taking care of Fred.

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pairing: veronica lodge/fred andrews

prompt:  limousine sex | sex toys | double penetration

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Veronica anticipated being around Fred more the moment Archie went into juvie. Not only because Archie asked her and Betty to keep an eye on his dad, but also because Veronica wanted to avoid the Pembrooke as much as possible. Whenever she wasn't at school or Vixens practice or Pop's, she was with Fred, making sure he was fed and that the house stayed clean. She'd even taken to sleeping in Archie's bed on the nights she stayed particularly late.

What she hadn't anticipated, though, was for Fred to find her in his son's bed, wearing a lacy lingerie set she'd bought for Archie's homecoming, working a silicone dildo in her cunt as she held vibe against her clit. He'd walked in on her in the midst of her orgasm, and the embarrassment that flooded through her had only made her come harder, even as she squeezed her eyes shut as if she could pretend Fred hadn't just witnessed one of her most wanton moments.

She thought he would flee before her eyes were open again, letting them deal with the awkwardness of the situation in the morning.

She never thought he would climb onto the bed and suck her throbbing clit into her mouth before her orgasm had even fully ebbed, licking and nipping and tugging her little bundle through two more orgasms as he fucked her harder and faster with her dildo than she ever could on her own.

And she certainly never thought he would come back the next night, and the night after that, and the night after that, his beard causing the most delicious friction as he ate her out through orgasm after orgasm. Sometimes he fucked her with his fingers, but always he fucked her with her dildo, almost mesmerized by the way it stretched out her cunt with each thrust and made her legs quiver when he thrust all the way to the hilt. It was slightly too thick and too long for her to take, which is why it was one of her favorites, but still, it never felt like this when it was her hand.

She wondered if any of her other toys would feel better with Fred in control, so much so that she risked another trip back to the Pembrooke to pack up her extensive collection.

It turned out, she was right.

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Veronica whines at the burn in her thighs as she sinks back down on the dildo suctioned to the gleaming hardwood floor she'd cleaned just an hour ago. She'd done more cleaning at Pop's than she had in her entire life once she became the owner, but it wasn't until she was taking care of Fred that it became something she wanted to do. She enjoyed putting together a meal or a snack for him and keeping the house in order so he didn't have to. Working construction was a lot of hard labor and long days, and she felt that he deserved to come home and spend the rest of his evening unwinding, relieving stress.

Particularly because he enjoyed relieving that stress on her.

Fred's hand comes down to cradle her cheek and Veronica leans into its warmth, peering up at him with the most enticing pout she can muster. She's kneeling between his legs, riding the dildo he'd planted on the floor before he dropped naked onto the couch with a cold beer in hand and a football game playing on the television, and she's trembling with her orgasm dangling just out of reach. The toy is long and curved and ribbed for delicious friction, and before, it would've been so easy to make herself come from just this alone.

But none of her toys feel quite right unless Fred is the one handling them, fucking her with a force and a rhythm that she can never quite achieve. Even when she makes herself come with a vibe, it's a torturous sort of release if her pussy is still achingly empty, only a tease of what it could feel like if Fred was the one making her come.

"Alright, alright," Fred says with a chuckle, setting his beer aside as he slips both hands into her hair and tugs her forward. "No need for the pout, princess. I know you're impatient to play. In fact, we can start right now if you ask nicely."

Veronica mewls, ducking her head to suck one of his balls into her mouth as her hand cradles the other, the long, low groan that rumbles from his chest sending the most delicious shiver down her spine. Unlike all of the boys she's ever gone down on, who want to be in her mouth right away, Fred loves to have her mouth licking and sucking every inch of him until he's twitching at just the heat of her breath.

He twists his fingers tighter into her hair, tucking her tight against him as her works her lips and her tongue over his balls, her hand slipping up to grip his cock as it drips pre-cum over her fingers.

"Please," she begs, popping off of him to lick at the base of his cock. "I want to play, Daddy," she pouts, kissing along the underside of his length and lashing her tongue out under his tip before he's tugging her back down.

"We'll play when I'm ready," he warns, grunting as she licks with the flat of her tongue, "and I won't be ready until I've come inside this pretty little mouth."

Veronica whines, curling her fingers and stroking around the base of his length as she swirls her tongue. Fred's hips begin to jerk just as she quickens her wrist, her own rhythm faltering as she's still squirming atop the dildo, except the angle is all wrong and her legs shake from the effort of riding it for so long. She whimpers, the vibrations making Fred's cock twitch, and then he's cupping the back of her head and forcing himself past her pouty lips as his cum starts to spurt across her tongue.

She seals her lips around him, sucking drop after drop, her pussy fluttering around the dildo as if in envy of his orgasm, until he's yanking her off of him with a wet pop, tugging her back by her hair as she tries to catch her breath. She wriggles her hips, still squirming on the toy nestled inside of her, and the sight brings a smirk to Fred's lips.

"Alright, princess," he relents, patting his leg with a glint in his eyes, "get on up here."

She all but scrambles to obey, gasping a little at the aching emptiness the second she lifts herself off of the dildo, but then she's climbing into his lap and the press of his still half-hard cock against her slick cunt has her gyrating her hips. "Daddy," she begs, her arms coming around his shoulders as she all but grinds herself on his length, her nipples growing even stiffer as they rub against his chest.

She pouts at him, feeling his chest rumble with his chuckle, but then he reaches between them and notches his tip at her entrance, and that's all the permission she needs. She sinks her hips with ease thanks to how slick she is, her lips parting on a moan as her head falls against his shoulder. He always feels a little too thick no matter how many times he's been inside of her, especially like this, and she pants through it until she's taken him to the hilt.

Fred drags his knuckles along her spine, making her shiver, and then grabs the globe of her ass with one hand, squeezing and kneading until she's melting against him with a breathy moan.

Then she feels something smooth pressing against her tight little rim and she sucks in a breath, eyes flying open. She starts to turn to look over her shoulder, except he uses the hand still on her ass to give it a firm squeeze in warning, and she clenches around him as he continues pressing whatever toy he picked up from the assortment on the cushion beside him. They were all bigger than anything she's had in her ass before, which is why it never occurred to her why he laid so many dildos out to begin with.

"O-ohhh, nhh," Veronica stutters out, digging her nails into his shoulders. She's so wet that Fred is pushing in this new toy with little resistance, despite the fact that she can feel it stretching and stretching her as it sinks in, inch by inch. It feels as if it takes forever before the base of it is nestled against her ass, and she squirms, panting through the sensation of being stuffed full in both holes.

Fred has been in her ass while fingering her pussy before, and he's even fingered her ass while she shallowly fucked herself with a plug to get it nice and slick - but that was nothing compared to this, to the overwhelming pressure that nearly pushes the breath from her lungs, wavering on the line between pain and pleasure.

Then the dildo starts to vibrate.

"Nhh - ahhh! Ah!" she gasps, her body shuddering at the odd sensations rippling from the toy in her ass, her pussy clamping hard around Fred's cock as the pleasure spirals too hard, too fast down her spine. "T-Too, ahh, too much," she gasps, eyes rolling back as her hips squirm, except there's nowhere for her to go, trapped between the unrelenting vibrations in her ass and the wet friction of his cock inside of her.

But Fred replies with a simple, "No, it isn't," and grips her hips, keeping her firmly in place despite the way she attempts to wriggle and writhe away from the overwhelming sensations. Her clit throbs, her nipples so stiff they almost hurt as they rub against Fred's chest.

And then he angles her hips just so, making her clit glide against him, and she practically sobs as her orgasm bursts through her. Her ass clenches as best as it can around the toy lodged inside of her, still buzzing relentlessly, dragging out her high, and her entire body jerks as she feels Fred's thumb slip over her aching little bundle of nerves.

"D-Da-ahhh, daddy!" she cries out, eyes nearly crossing as his thumb swirls and swirls over her clit, and she falls against him as her body spasms under the waves of pleasure he's forcing through her.

Fred hums, and through the haze of one orgasm rolling into another, she feels him smirk against her temple and ask, "But I thought my princess wanted to play?"

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loving these fred fics 🥰🥰🥰🥰😍 veronica next? 🤞

You read my mind, babe! And I think I'm going to skip around the prompt list for the next one, but I hope you still enjoy the surprise!

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kiss it, kiss it better (3/?)

Fred has a particular way he likes to unwind after a long day.

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pairing: cheryl blossom/fred andrews

prompt: uniform kink | cum play | bondage

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"I'll probably be home late tonight," Fred says into the phone as he lifts his hand in a wave to the rest of his crew. They're practically peeling out of the gravel lot in anticipation of grabbing drinks after a day of hard labor under the sun - drinks they always invite Fred to have with them, even though they know Fred will decline almost every time.

"Again?" Archie asks with a chuckle. "You always work too hard, Dad."

Fred feels his lips twitch. His crew says the same thing, under the assumption that he's rushing home to his kid or to another project around the house, while Archie thinks he's stuck in the trailer catching up on paperwork and balancing the books.

In truth, Fred simply prefers a different way to unwind after a long day of work.

"I know, I know," he says as he unlocks the door to the Andrews Construction trailer, "but after the drought of work we went through a few months ago, I'm glad to be busy."

"No, I get it. I just want you to take it easy sometimes."

"I am," Fred promises, kicking the door closed behind him and tossing his keys onto the counter. "Trust me, a couple of hours in the trailer after being on my feet and under the sun all day is taking it easy. But I'll tell you what, I'll wrap in time to treat myself to a milkshake at Pop's before I head home."

Archie laughs. "Okay, you better. See you later, Dad."

"See you," Fred replies before Archie hangs up, and he feels his lips tugging into a smirk as he heads turns toward the real treat that's been waiting for him:

Cheryl Blossom perched naked on the back counter, a cherry-red ball gag strapped between her lips and a vibe tucked right up against her clit, held in place by straps around the tops of her thighs. The vibe itself, of course, is shaped like two little cherries that hug her swollen little bundle.

She has a brand to maintain, after all.

Maybe it's a little brazen to keep her in the trailer when his guys are here with him all day, but it's easy enough to keep them away by having a cooler on site and getting lunch catered. He even pitched a tent for them to have some reprieve from the sun. The guys think he's treating them well as thanks for sticking around when jobs were slim pickings, and yes, that's part of it.

But the bigger part is keeping them out of the trailer for Cheryl to slip in after school.

And when his crew is taking their last breaks of the day, Fred drops by to get Cheryl set up - and like the good girl nobody knows she can be, she lets him. Sometimes he ties her down to his chair, tight enough that she can barely move her ass to squirm, and sometimes he only ties her wrists down to his desk, letting her writhe and wriggle atop blueprints and contracts.

Today, however, he has her perched on the counter, a few lengths of rope binding her wrists to the cabinet handles above her and her ankles to the tops of her thighs, so she's forced to keep her legs open wide. She's panting through the gag, her skin flushed all over and her body slumped a little awkwardly against the cabinets, and his smirk widens as he pictures her trying not to squirm her ass off the counter thanks to the app-controlled toy he's been messing with whenever he could sneak his phone out of his pocket.

He pulls up the app right now, slowly dialing up the vibrations, and Cheryl whines as her body shudders from the ratcheting sensations.

"You've been such a good girl all week, staying nice and quiet in here," he says, smoothing his calloused hands up the inside of her creamy thighs. With her legs spread wide, he can her cunt clench at his praise, and his smirk widens.

Clifford and Penelope Blossom have never been able to keep Cheryl's chaos contained, but that's because they're far too self-centered to pay attention to what she's always needed. Affection. Attention. Approval. A few sweet nothings, a few simple gestures, and Cheryl was putty in his hands, charming his clients and saving his business from the brink of bankruptcy.

Maybe that makes him sound calculated and cold, but in truth, he's always had a soft spot for Cheryl Blossom, even at her brattiest. Maybe Archie could sense that, which is why he was always willing to give the girl the benefit of the doubt, no matter how many times she's lashed out at Betty.

Honestly, Fred approaching her after Jason's funeral had been well-intentioned and without any ulterior motives.

Earning her utter adoration was simply a reward for a man who's always done the hard work and played by the rules.

And what a reward it's been.

"Was a little hard to concentrate these last few hours after I left you in here," Fred admits, slipping two calloused fingers into her clenching cunt with ease thanks to how slippery and slick it is. He curls, licking his lips at the way Cheryls' eyes nearly roll back as he rubs that special spot inside of her. He knows he can have her coming in seconds if he keeps at it, but instead, he slips them back out with a wet pop.

Cheryl whimpers through her gag, squirming atop the counter. Fred can tell by her heaving chest and the wetness gathering on her eyelashes that she's almost at the edge after being teased for so long, so he finally relents, dragging her by her hips until her ass is on the very edge of the counter before quickly freeing his cock from his jeans. Having her perched here puts her at the perfect height for him to slide into her dripping cunt, which he does with ease, even with the way his thickness stretches and stretches her.

Then he taps at his phone again, dialing up the vibrations even more, and Cheryl cries out through the gag as she starts to come. He can feel her fluttering and spasming around him as her body writhes under the waves of pleasure, and he groans deep from his chest and the slick, tight heat of her cunt as he grips her hips and starts thrusting in earnest.

"Hahh, a-ahhh, nhnnn," she garbles around the gag, her moans climbing in octave despite being muffled, and Fred ducks his head down to suck on one of her reddening nipples as he fucks her through her orgasm. All the while, the vibe is still buzzing happily against her clit, making her eyes roll back and her body shudder as it drags her pleasure higher and higher.

"Such a good girl," Fred murmurs, licking across her nipple, then grunting as she clamps down around him particularly hard. "Fuck, you feel so tight like this. Tightest fucking pussy ever, no matter how many times I stretch you out. Because you're perfect, my perfect little slut."

Cheryl whines, hips twisting in a fruitless attempt for reprieve against the overwhelming pleasure, but he reaches down and gently presses the toy tighter against her clit and Cheryl screams through the gag, coming again, even harder, her slickness squirting out of her spasming folds as he continues fucking her. He thinks she's trying to say please, please, please with every bruising thrust of his hips, but she's gripping him tighter, the most deliciously wet friction he's ever felt, and he ruts into her without abandon.

She comes for a third time, or maybe it's the fourth, tears streaming down her cheeks, and he licks at them before burying his face into the curve of her neck and groaning out with his own orgasm. It's almost painful to come inside of her, she's so hot and swollen, and he comes and comes, feeling his warm seed starting to spill out despite how tightly she's stretched around him.

He pants against her pulse, groaning as he feels her still trembling and fluttering around him thanks to the vibe still relentlessly buzzing against her clit, dragging out her orgasm. She chokes out a sob, her pussy clamping down around him, and Fred lets out a rough chuckle as he finally taps to turn the vibrator off.

Cheryl whimpers, her body sagging as she finally tries to catch her breath, and he rubs his hand up and down her side almost affectionately.

"Don't tell me you're already fading on me," Fred muses, smirking down at Cheryl as her eyelashes flutter open, her gaze half-lidded and hazy with tears as it finds his. "It's been a hard day's work, and I intend to spend every minute unwinding inside of this perfect little pussy."

[cherylblossom]

[cherylblossom]

“You don’t get too many nights like this. You gotta soak it up.”

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kiss it, kiss it better (2/?)

Betty always enjoys her time at the Andrews household.

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pairing: betty cooper/fred andrews

prompt: bathroom sex | elevator sex | have to be quiet

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Betty was more than a little worried when Veronica started dating Archie. She was used to having the Andrews house all to herself, and she knew that the moment Veronica started spending more time here, always around with her keen eye and her ear for gossip, she would be quick to catch on.

But as luck would have it, Veronica's presence in Riverdale is a blessing for Betty in more than one way. Not only does she have someone in her corner, who keeps Cheryl and all the other busy bodies at school off of Betty's back, but she also has someone to keep Archie distracted and out of the house. The two of them are almost always gone after football and Vixens practices, sometimes late into the afternoon as Archie whisks her away on dates around town, trying to keep her out from under her parents' thumbs at Pembrooke.

And with Betty's parents believing that she spends her afternoons at the school, they now have the Andrews house to themselves for hours.

Something that Fred is sure to take advantage of.

"Mmm, ahhh," Betty whines, hips writhing and wriggling atop the mattress as Fred glides his cock in slow, torturous strokes through the mess of her slickness and his cum painted across her cunt. She twists her fingers into his covers, letting out a soft sob as his blunt tip rubs against her aching clit. She tries, once again, to roll her hips up for more friction, but Fred has a firm grip on her legs just under her knees as she keeps her spread open wide to his teasing.

"All those Vixens practices have certainly paid off," he muses, hooking both of her knees over his shoulders and curling forward, bringing their chests flush together as her legs flex with ease against the strain thanks to the grueling stretches and routines Cheryl has been grilling into them every practice.

The new position traps his cock between the cradle of her cunt, and it's a horrible tease, feeling the thick, throbbing length of him against her rather than in the aching emptiness of her sex only inches away. Especially when he thrusts his hips once, twice, three times, gliding through her folds and making her eyes roll back from the delicious, wet friction.

"Please," she mewls, releasing her grip on the covers to dig her nails into the strong muscles of his back as she tries in vain to writhe against the weight of his body pinning her to his bed. "Please, Daddy, I can't. I can't."

He's done nothing but tease her since she came straight from practice, even though he's come twice - once as she sucked on his balls and fucked him with her hand, and again just a few minutes ago, jerking himself off and painting her stomach and thighs and cunt as he made her tease her own clit.

Everything feels tingling and hot and hazy, and she's so wound up in almost hurts.

"Oh, but you can, sweet Betts," Fred coos, murmuring into her cheek as he nips and sucks at her jaw. "You're my good girl and you can take anything. I can send you home a dripping, babbling mess and you'd be my perfect girl and wouldn't get off, because you know that's not your choice, is it?"

He angles his hips, thrusting up against her clit, and Betty's eyes nearly cross from the pleasure that shoots through her.

Because as much as Betty wants to be like Veronica and Cheryl - rebellious, taking what they want, whenever they want - she knows Fred is right. She wants to be his good girl, his perfect girl, more than anything. She always has.

So she jerks her head in a nod, even as she breathes out a whine, and he chuckles as he sucks her pouting lip between his teeth.

"Don't worry, baby girl." He licks into her mouth, kissing her deep and dirty, before drawing back. "I'm not feeling mean today. It's hard to when you're so good for me."

Betty mewls as he lets her legs slide off of his shoulders, falling back to the bed, and then he's taking her hips and turning her onto her side as he curls around her from behind. His cock notches into her as he hooks her leg up over his hip, and then his arm comes around her as he starts to thrust.

"Nhh, ah, hahh!" she gasps, eyes rolling back as he finds a quick, bruising rhythm with ease, his headboard knocking into the wall with the force of his thrusts. He always feels so much thicker and hits so much deeper like this, his breath hot against the pulse in her neck, and she feels the pressure spiraling at the base of her spine too hard, too fast.

It feels as though it only takes her seconds to come, and when her lips part to moan with her orgasm, Fred's hand clamps down over her to stifle the sound as her body begins to writhe under the waves of pleasure. Everything is nothing but white-hot pleasure that nearly makes her dizzy with how long she's waited for it, but through the roar of blood in her ears, that's when she hears it.

Vegas downstairs, barking happily, as footsteps make their way up the stairs.

Archie's home.

Oh, god.

"Dad?" Archie calls out, and Fred tightens his hand over Betty's mouth, slowing his hips down just enough to not rattle the bed yet still thrusting into her cunt through the clenches of her orgasm.

Dragging out her pleasure, with his son just on the other side of the door.

Betty tries to shake her head, but Fred whispers warningly in her ear: "Better be quiet, Betts."

Then his other hand slides down, his fingers finding her throbbing clit, and Betty sobs against his palm as she trembles through the pleasure.

"Dad?" Archie asks again, closer now, and Betty's heart almost stops when she hears the doorknob jiggle. "What the hell? It's locked."

"Maybe your dad's just out."

Betty's eyes widen at the sound of Veronica's voice also on the other side of the door. Fred chuckles softly, barely thrusting now as he tightens the circles over her clit, feeling her clench and clench around his cock as she writhes against the pressure of another orgasm building inside of her, with her best friends only a few feet away.

"Yeah, but his car's still here. Plus, he never locks his door," Archie says again.

"It's a beautiful day out, he probably just went for a walk," Veronica says with a bit of a laugh, like her boyfriend is being a little ridiculous. "I did think Betty would be here, though," Veronica adds, and Betty's stomach swoops at the sound of her name. "I saw her scrunchie downstairs."

Oh, god. She'd almost forgotten that Fred had yanked it from her ponytail and tossed it aside before fucking her face in the middle of the living room. She's tried to be careful not to leave any traces of herself behind, even dropping her bag off in her room before coming over, just in case.

And this is exactly why. Archie wouldn't have noticed something like a scrunchie on the carpet, but Veronica certainly would.

"Are you sure it isn't yours?" Archie asks, voice beginning to fade as he continues down the hallway toward his room.

"Archie, do I look like the kind of girl who wears a scrunchie?" Veronica asks, heels clicking as she trails after him, and Betty practically holds her breath until she hears Archie's door shut, followed by the sound of his radio turning on.

Fred's chest vibrates with a low, deep laugh as he rolls them onto his back, Betty's legs falling open as he swirls and swirls over her clit, and her eyes roll back as she cries out against his hand with another orgasm, writhing and wriggling atop Fred's chest as she rides the waves of pleasure once more. He drags it out as he plays with her clit, rolling it between his fingers before giving it a teasing tug, and Betty can't do anything but take it as he wrings every last drop of her orgasm from her.

He slides his hand down from her mouth, letting her gasp for breath, panting through the last tremors of pleasure as he twists her chin toward him.

"My good girl," her murmurs against her cheek, her eyelashes fluttering at the warmth the praise sends through her as she tries to catch her breath. "I hope you can continue to be nice and quiet for me," he adds, eyes glinting when her gaze darts to his. "Just because Archie and Veronica are home doesn't mean I'm missing out on my afternoon of fucking you into the mattress."

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#DILFDILFDILFDILF

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kiss it, kiss it better (1/?)

Veronica will never admit it, but she misses being a Daddy's girl.

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pairing: veronica lodge/hiram lodge

prompt: exhibitionism | furniture sex | clamps

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Veronica was used to being spoiled by her Daddy back in New York. There was no such thing as too much for his princess, from designer shoes to custom gowns to extravagant vacations - but especially when it came to jewelry. It was his favorite thing to buy her, and in true Lodge fashion, he never gifted her just one at a time.

Every pair of earrings set with precious stones was accompanied by a matching jeweled plug.

Every platinum tennis bracelet was accompanied by a diamond-encrusted collar.

And every pearl necklace was accompanied by a pair of clamps adorned with clusters of pearls.

Veronica adored these gifts more than she cared to admit, which was why, when her Daddy showed up at Riverdale High with a bouquet of yellow roses and an oh so familiar white velvet box, Veronica had almost forgotten that she was supposed to be upset with him. Believing she'd grown from the girl she was in New York was easy when she found herself living in a smaller penthouse and going to a school that had fluorescent lights and linoleum floors.

But at the end of the day, she would always be Daddy's little girl.

"Hush, mija," Hiram tuts, licking at her nipple before biting down on the hardened little bud. Veronica whines, squirming where her ass is perched at the edge of the desk, her shirt shoved up above her tits and her bra yanked down to free her heaving tits. The sight of her is obscene in itself, but especially in broad daylight, in an empty classroom with the sound of students chatting in the hallway.

"Daddy," she breathes, eyes darting to the small window in the door as someone laughs loudly on the other side of the wall, sounding much too close. "Anyone could come in!"

"Then you need to behave so this can be done faster, don't you?" Hiram arches an eyebrow, eyes glinting as he flashes that stern stare of his that always has her stomach fluttering with guilt. It was much, much easier to hold a grudge against him when he wasn't in front of her, disapproval clear on his face. "Honestly, Veronica, I haven't been gone that long. Surely you haven't forgotten how to be good."

Before she can reply, he pinches her nipple, hard, and she yelps as her pussy flutters in response.

Hiram tsks, though his lips quirk in amusement. "It's almost like you want to be found," he sighs, bunching her skirt up around her hips. "Then again, maybe that's exactly what you want. What you need, rather. You did enjoy your reputation of being a Daddy's girl back in New York, didn't you?"

Veronica's cheeks flush as she shakes her head, even as her clit tingles as if in agreement. "This is Riverdale," she reminds, though her words come out with far less conviction than she'd intended.

Hiram hums as he picks up the velvet white box sitting on the desk. "Indeed it is," he admits, snapping open the lid, and Veronica can't quite help the shiver of anticipation that rolls through her when her eyes land on the gorgeous necklace with a pear-shaped diamond atop of the pearl pendant.

And, with it, three nipple clamps, each adorned with a pearl framed in diamonds.

When Veronica glances back up at him, Hiram's eyes are glittering in satisfaction at her reaction, not the least bit surprised. "But I know my princess," he says, picking up the first clamp and closing it around one of her nipples. Veronica sucks in a gasp but manages not to let out a whimper, and Hiram smirks. "There's my good girl," he coos, petting a hand down her hair, and Veronica feels herself melting into his touch before she can help it.

He closes the second clamp into place and her eyelashes flutter, lips parting in a silent moan.

"Now, do you remember what comes next?"

Veronica mewls, angling her hips up and spreading her legs wider. Hiram's smirk widens, and a warmth unfurls in her stomach at the approval glinting in his eyes as she reaches down to tug the front of her panties aside with one hand, using her other to part her slick folds and expose her hardened little bundle of nerves.

He arches an eyebrow, expectant.

Veronica blushes even harder as she wets her lips. "Please, Daddy," she breathes, her clit throbbing, "please make my clit feel pretty, too."

Hiram flashes his teeth in a grin. "See, mija?" He pets his hand down her hair again before picking up the third clamp. "Things don't have to change. You can still be my princess, even in Riverdale, can't you?"

He latches the clamp over her little bud and Veronica feels the pleasure pulse through her, a wanton, "yes," falling from her lips. Her entire body throbs, her hands slipping from her panties to grasp at the edge of the desk for purchase, rocking through the white-hot sensations. It's only been a few weeks since she'd worn any clamps, yet the pressure is almost as overwhelming as the very first time.

"Daddy," she pants, squirming, her nipples tingling and her clit swelling. She can't sit through class like this. She simply can't.

But Hiram doesn't wait for her to find her words as he pulls the hem of her skirt back down and shimmies her bra back into place, smoothing her shirt as if nothing is amiss. The tightness of her bra and panties over the clamps only adds to the sensations, and she can feel herself beginning to drip down the inside of her thighs as he takes her hand and tugs her off of the desk and onto her wobbling legs.

"One last thing." Hiram unfastens the rather plain necklace tucked under her collar, pocketing it, before wrapping her new necklace around her throat. He clasps it into place, just tight enough to feel like a collar, and the realization makes Veronica's stomach flip as she reaches up to touch the diamond and pearl pendant.

"There we go," he murmurs, almost to himself as he drags his knuckles down the column of her throat, smirking as he feels her pulse flutter. "Now you look like my little girl again."

[cherryliqueurkinks]

does edgar count as a daddy? 👀 or frank?

I can't say that I'm in the mood for Edgar, but Frank? He absolutely counts!

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˗ˏˋ hot dads of riverdale to the rescue ˎˊ˗

Repurposing an old Kinktober prompt list into a Riverdale Daddies prompt list! No timeframe to finish it, may be chaotic and jump around on numbers, may even switch prompts out... But hey, hopefully some fun, daddy-themed smut will come out of it?

1. exhibitionism | furniture sex | clamps 2. bathroom sex | elevator sex | have to be quiet 3. uniform kink | cum play | bondage 4. orgasm denial | squirting | camping themes 5. suspension play | spreader bars | finger sucking 6. limousine sex | sex toys | double penetration 7. sharing/passing her around | breeding | deepthroating 8. pool sex/hot tub sex | gagging | face sitting 9. hair pulling | forced orgasms | vibrators 10. cum facial | kitchen sex/kitchen themes | public sex 11. threesome | temperature play | lace/lingerie 12. bestiality | creampie | impact play/spanking 13. shower sex/bath sex | filming/sex tape | balcony/patio/backyard 14. mirror sex | breast play/titfucking | anal 15. wax play | nipple play | outdoor sex 16. orgasm control | masturbation | cockwarming 17. 69 | blackmail | face fucking 18. gangbang | tribadism/scissoring | thigh riding 19. clit play/clit teasing | camming | finger fucking 20. paying off a debt | marathon sex | voyeurism 21. fucking machines | sloppy seconds | cunnilingus 22. asphyxiation/breath play | photography | window sex 23. blowjob | barebacking | strap-ons 24. dry humping | leather/latex | humiliation 25. overstimulation | spitroasting | clothing kink 26. object insertion | edging | intoxication/drugging 27. phone sex/video sex/sexting | sensory deprivation | somnophilia 28. skinny dipping | collars/leashes | begging 29. glory hole | pet play | multiple orgasms 30. floor sex | free use | sex parties/orgies

[riverdales-daily]

[cherryliqueurkinks]

Not sure if anyone is still lurking around here, but I've been feeling really smutty again. Might be greedy and ask for ideas or might be chaotic and start something from scratch. So, you know. There's that.

Also: a hint on my mood.

[cherryliqueurkinks]

southsidestyle: i can't tell if this is daddy for veronica/hiram specifically or just hot dads of riverdale in general but you know i'm always into some fp/cheryl smuttiness. sheriff fp catches cheryl trying to rob hiram again and teaches her a lesson (and leaves her tied up for hiram to find when he gets home) or he's the one that catches her in la bonne nuit instead of toni and it plays out the same. cheryl getting pimped out by her dad to potential associates, including fp for serpent deeds or hiram for business dealings

Honestly? It's a little bit of both! I'm definitely on a Hiram/Veronica kick at the moment, but I also have the urge for some Fred and FP.

[cherryliqueurkinks]

Not sure if anyone is still lurking around here, but I've been feeling really smutty again. Might be greedy and ask for ideas or might be chaotic and start something from scratch. So, you know. There's that.

Also: a hint on my mood.