Hi, could you write Cheryl Blossom with Jughead's twin brother with reader trying to sneak Cheryl out of the house covered in red lipstick stains and Jughead catches them. Thanks.
Y/N flops the sidewalk right in front of Jughead…
Jughead: is that lipstick on your collar?
Y/N: no!
Jughead: what are you doing outside of the Blossom estate then?
Request: Yes / No Hey...I always thought Cheryl blossom would make an excellent Dominatrix. Could you write something for a male reader where she becomes his dominatrix? Thank you for your time! Anon
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Cheryl Blossom x Male!Reader
Word count: 2926
Warnings: SMUT!! The request should tell you what you’re about to read
Y/N: Your Name
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The first time I saw her was when she walked into the bar, long red hair, tight fitting red dress showing off all her assets, that image wouldn’t leave my mind. However, her incredible beauty wasn’t what attracted me to her, it was her attitude. She knew what she wanted and would take it by any means necessary. Throughout the night I couldn’t stop staring, but I was too shy to approach her. So I just sat and nursed my drink. She noticed my stares however, as she approached the seat next to me my heart skipped a beat.
“What’s your name, handsome?” She asked.
“I’m Y/N.” I answered and she smiled.
“The names Cheryl.” She said. From there the conversation flowed naturally, although I probably complimented her looks a bit too eagerly.
It was just before midnight when she suggested we go back to her place. Nervously and excitedly I jumped at the opportunity and we quickly found ourselves at her house. Our tongues fought against each other as we kissed deeply. She quickly took the lead.
“I need to know if you can satisfy me.” She said.
“W-What do you want?” I asked and she smirked.
“I want you to do whatever I ask you to do.” She whispered in my ear.
“Can you do that for me?” I asked and I nodded instantly. Her smirk grew and she led me over to a door. She opened it and revealed a windowless room in total darkness. She pushed me inside and flicked on the switch. It was a black and red room with only a bench with straps coming off it, and different toys lining the walls. She held my arms behind my back and I had no idea what she might do. I was a little scared, but that thrilled me more than anything.
“Wow…” I whispered in awe. She turned me and it was the sexiest sight of my life. She had taken off her dress and was now in black knee high leather boots, black silk panties, and a very tight black corset that made her breasts look incredible. Her fair skin couldn’t look more beautiful against her black clothing, and her red hair made the image almost unreal. She slapped me in the face, hard enough that it stung.
“Rule one, you don’t speak until spoken to.” She said.
“Yes.” I replied instantly. She slapped me again, in the exact same spot she had hit me before. The sweet sting made me even more turned on.
“Rule two, you will always address me as Mistress, unless I request something else. I will call you whatever the fuck I want. Bitch is a good start, don’t you agree?” She asked with a smirk.
“Yes Mistress.” I answered. She smiled and stroked my red cheek. I felt extremely grateful for the attention.
“Lie on the table, Bitch.” She ordered.
“Yes Mistress.” I felt the thrill of humiliation as I lied down. She leaned over me, her magnificent breasts only inches from my face. I wanted more than anything to touch them, lick them, to bury my unworthy face in them, but I knew I couldn’t. I had to be a good bitch.
“You must be the most pathetic little bitch I’ve ever met.” She said, squeezing my cheeks together with her thumb and forefinger.
“What a pathetic little cunt you are. Do you think you deserve me? Is that what you think?” She asked.
“No Mistress.” I mumbled through my pressed lips. Suddenly she grabbed my hair on the back of my head and forced my head around. I turned my body with it so I was face down.
“Let’s get you a proper look at you then, Bitch.” She wretched my shirt over my head. Next she yanked my shoes and socks off, and finally my jeans. I was left just in my boxers. Although I couldn’t see her, I could feel her glare digging into me.
“God, you’re disgusting, Bitch. I can’t believe I let a worthless cunt like you into my house.” She said. I loved every bit of every insult more than the most lavish praise from any other girl. She grabbed my hands, one at a time, securing them into the straps attached to the corners of the bench. She made sure they were tight and secure. She did the same with my feet and I could tell she was an expert, she did it so quickly. I loved the feeling of restriction, but I was surprised that the straps were long and I still had quite a lot of possible movement.
“Look up, Bitch and you’ll be sorry. A pathetic piece of shit like you is not allowed to look at me. You’re not worthy, are you?” She asked, while pushing my head into the bench.
“I am not worthy, Mistress.” I answered. I heard her kneel at the end of the table, between my spread legs, and heard rubbing.
“Oh God, my tits feel good today.” She teased. I heard her hands slide down her body, I could hear every little sound.
“Oh fuck, and my pussy!” I heard the soft, wet sound of fingers entering her pussy.
“This tight little cunt feels amazing!” She exclaimed loudly, fingers sliding in and out of the wetness. I had always loved watching girls masturbate and I couldn’t resist. That’s when I realized what she was doing. She was trying to make me look at her. I was a good little Bitch, and I would remain a good little Bitch.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck my sweet little pussy!” She moaned. The sound of fingering stopped briefly and she sucked hard on her fingers. Quickly she jammed them back in and fucked herself even harder.
“Oh fuck! Oh my little cunt!” She yelled. Blood rushed to my head, I felt panicked, torn between two desires. One, to remain obedient, and two to see my beautiful Mistress in ecstasy. I hardly noticed my hard cock painfully pressed into the bench.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh!” She was close to orgasming. I couldn’t help myself. I was just a pathetic little bitch, I had to see her. I turned and I knew I’d made the right choice. Her nipples were so hard and on instinct I had to suck it. I pulled hard against my restraints, willing them to break, fuck the consequences. I looked down and her fingers had pushed against her panties and two of them were pushed deep into her perfect pussy, while the other was pressed hard on her clit. She knelt back, eyes closed, and her moaning got higher pitched. I could smell the wonderful aroma of her glorious pussy. She opened her eyes and saw me. I turned my head back to the bench straight away, but she stopped masturbating.
“What the fuck are you doing?” She asked.
“You stupid little cunt!” She grabbed me tightly around my neck.
“I warned you, you stupid little fucking bitch.” She growled. I felt like she might not let go of my throat.
“I gave you one fucking instruction.” She growled in my ear.
“Sorry Mistress! Sorry for being a naughty, pathetic, useless little Bitch!” I said.
“Sorry won’t fucking cut it, Bitch. You not only broke the rules, you tried to cover it up! I saw you look away. You stupid little Bitch. You are going to learn that actions have consequences,” I love that she said that. I wanted to feel her anger. She undid my leg straps, pulled down my boxers and threw them onto the back of my head.
“You can’t wear men’s underwear, you dumb bitch. From now on, you’ll wear my panties.” She said.
“Yes mistress.” I responded. She pulled her black silk panties off and pulled them up my legs, as high as they would go so the front bound my balls and dick tightly, the back rubbed against my asshole.
“You look more like a Whore than a Bitch like that.” She said.
“I was going to play with your stupid little cock, but you can forget that now.” She said as she turned me over and looked disdainfully at my stupid little cock. She got up and grabbed some red furry cuffs. She undid the arm restraints and I immediately offered her my hands. She pushed my legs back until my knees were near my chin, then grabbed my arms forwards and fastened the handcuffs in front of my knees. She then grabbed my legs and pulled them apart, and tied them into the restraints my arms had been in. As she did, I slipped back, leaving my ass spread and my little hole totally exposed. I knew then what she had in store for me. She ducked out of my vision and returned with a smooth red strap on, maybe a five inch dildo. It was a little smaller than my cock. I’ve never had more than a tip of a finger up my ass before and this was sure to give me the pain I needed. She straddled the bench, over my face. The view of her directly above me was so sexy. I threw my head back submissively, but she grabbed my head and yanked it forward. She pushed her strap on towards my mouth and I opened my mouth for her. She slowly pushed her cock towards my mouth.
“I wanted to break you in slowly, Whore. I wanted to give you the great feeling of have this cock stuck up your ass while I felt that little prick of yours.” She said, calmly. My heart sank, I needed to be fucked. I needed it so badly! Her cock went in my mouth and I sucked. I’d never sucked a cock before, so I had no idea if I was any good. I tried hard, I was a Whore after all.
“But I need to be strict with you, I need an obedient Whore.” She slapped me gently to prove her point.
“Will you disobey me again, Whore?” She asked politely. I shook my head quickly and she slapped me harder.
“You didn’t say ‘Mistress’.” She said sternly. I couldn’t talk though!
“I guess that wasn’t fair, you do have a cock in your mouth… Well, life isn’t fair. Not for little Whores.” She said. That’s true. Whatever Mistress wanted, she’d get.
“I don’t have to treat you good when you’re good. So when you’re bad, like before, when you think your pathetic eyes are worthy of my body while I pleasure myself, you will be treated very, very bad.” She said and jammed the cock right down my throat. I gagged and she smiled. She left it in for a second, then fully pulled it out.
“Is that fair, Bitch?” She asked.
“Yes Mistress, I’ve been a bad little whore.” I answered and her smile grew. She got up once again and returned with two crocodile clips linked by a chain, a ball gag, and was still wearing that smooth red strap on… except this one was at least twice the size of the one she had on before. It was bigger than the biggest cock I’ve seen in porn! I looked at it and my eyes widened in fear.
“Good Whore, I agree.” She said with an evil smirk. She first crouched on top of me and pulled out the crocodile clips.
“I would say this isn’t going to hurt, but I’d be lying.” She said sweetly.
“Do you want these on your tits?” She asked.
“Yes Mistress.” I answered.
“I’m not convinced.” She said with a smirk and I knew she wanted me to beg.
“Please Mistress, please clamp my tits. I’m just a Whore and I need it!” I begged
“Okay, Whore.” She said and clipped it onto my right nipple first. I exhaled in shock at the pain. It hurt a lot, but I really wanted to other one on. She placed the other one and I realized I really enjoyed it. It was real pain. I wanted more. I wanted my ass fucked.
“I’m far too nice to you.” She said.
“I really want to fuck you and for it to hurt, but sadly I feel a little affection for you, you stupid little Whore. I’m going to lube you up before I fuck you.” She said and reached for the lube. She applied a big glob of it to my exposed asshole. She buried a finger in and my asshole was stretched slightly by her soft lubed finger. It felt amazing and I wanted more.
“Looks good.” She said, admiring my ass. I felt proud at her words.
“But it’s the wrong color.” She said with a frown. I furrowed my brow, until I felt the sharp pain on my left ass-cheek. She held up her horse whip to me and smirked. She hit the other cheek and then right down the middle, perfectly onto my lubed up hole. I bit my lip hard and squealed in pleasure. She whipped each cheek hard. The pain rushed up to join the constantly pulsing of my clamped nipples. It was a wonderful mix of pain. I threw my head back and sighed with each stroke. Finally she stopped and admired her work.
“Much better.” She smiled.
“Now to claim this Whore hole for myself.” She said and excitement washed over me.
“But first, you need to beg.” She said and I looked up. Her huge cock pressed just centimeters from my hole.
“Please Mistress, fuck me.” I begged and she slapped me.
“That’s all you can do? I want you to fucking beg, you dumb Whore. Fucking beg!” She hissed.
“Oh please Mistress, I love you Mistress! Please fuck my dirty undeserving little Whore asshole! You’re my fucking Queen and I’m nothing but you’re little Bitch slave. I’m completely unworthy of your magnificent cock, but please fuckme. Ruin me, destroy my pathetic little ass. Make me yours forever. Please stick your huge cock up my tiny little asshole!” I begged. She tried to conceal her smile, but she couldn’t fully.
“My God, you are the most pathetic little Whore in the world. I can’t listen to anymore of your shit.” She said and picked up the ball gag. She stuffed it into my mouth and locked it around the back of my head. I laid back helplessly as she loomed over me. She placed both her hands on my throat, but she didn’t choke me. She pressed her cock slowly against my asshole. She looked deep and aggressively into my eyes and I whimpered through my gag. She tightened her grip on my throat slightly. The first stab on pain came as the full width of the dildo started to stretch my hole fully. Oh God… this was just too much! The pain was so intense, but the pleasure that followed was even greater. She thrusted further and further inside me, every bit of the inside of my ass was being stroked and pummeled.
“Oh you’re a good little Whore, aren’t you?” She asked and I could only mumble ‘Yes Mistress’ into the gag. I looked up at my Mistress with pure love and lust. Her wonderful breasts bounced with every thrust, her fierce red hair flicked behind her, her stunning eyes focused on her little Whore in wonderful agony. The dildo felt even bigger up my ass than it had looked. The pain and the bondage, it was the perfect combination. My cock felt like it was about to explode as she pushed even deeper inside me. Then suddenly, she stopped. She looked me up and down, her eyes stopped on my twitching cock. She slowly placed her hand on it and pulled down as she thrust. With a second pull, my cum sprayed over me, onto my chest and face. I couldn’t believe how well my Mistress was treating me, letting her Whore cum all over himself. She undid my gag and I instantly started thanking her.
“Thank you! Thank you so much Mistress! That was the best- Ah!” I was cut off by pain as my nipple clamps were taken off, which was as painful if not more than putting them on. Then my handcuffs were released and I saw my wrists had deep red marks around them. My arms fell limply to my side.
“Thank you so much, you are so good to your Whore. Thank you for fucking me so hard, for hurting me, I needed it. I want to be a good Whore for you. I love you Mistress.” I said and meant every word. She said nothing and just smiled, her cock still up my ass. She hadn’t gone in all the way, I noticed. It felt like her cock was all the way inside me. She slowly slid out of me and it was the best feeling of all, pure pleasure. She knelt before me, triumphant. I was still laying back with my feet high in the air with the straps still around them. She released them and I collapsed, limp.
“You better not ever take those panties off. I want to see you wearing them next time.” She said and then walked out the door. She left me to gather my things and leave. I had to go back home and pretend I was a strong man that the world thought I was, but I wasn’t. I was Cheryl's little Whore now and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
The sound of high heels clicking against the linoleum floor of Riverdale high could be heard for miles and of course that sound was made by no one other than Cheryl Blossom. Her home life wasn’t the best and everyone knew that but this weekend just irritated her to no end. First her signature lipstick ran out and she had to go all around town to get such a shade of cherry red, she would’ve just ordered it and had it shipped to her house but she wanted an excuse not to be there so she didn’t have to be around her horrid mother. Speaking of her mother that’s her next reason for a terrible weekend, everytime Cheryl walked by her mother she would just spew this rancid tangent about how Cheryl is a disappointment to the family name. The only thing or in this case person that could turn her awful weekend around was Y/N L/N. She was like her slice of heaven after running through the deep dark depths of hell. But to no avail Cheryl could not find that said person she looked everywhere well- almost everywhere. She loathed talking to Veronica but this was her last hope of finding Y/N. Cheryl was on the war path so people made sure to stay out of her way and if they didn’t she shoved them. Cheryl finally made her way to Veronica. She clenched her teeth and crossed her arms, making Veronica stand tall waiting for the endless bickering they were about to face.
“Hello there heathen. Still got your daddy issues I see.” Cheryl spits and Veronica chuckles dryly.
“You still got your mommy issues? or do I need to give you some examples?” Veronica smirks and Cheryl laughs slightly.
“Enough with the foreplay. Where’s Y/N?” Cheryl said bluntly. Veronica furrows her eyebrows.
“Did you not hear she’s just got out surgery?” Cheryl’s froze cutting Veronica off.
“She’s- got out of what! I need to got find her.” Cheryl said practically sprinting to her car.
“Cheryl! You didn’t let me finish. She’s gonna be pissed when she finds out Y/N’s just getting her wisdom teeth removed.” Veronica chuckles and grabs her things getting ready for class.
You were at your house laying on the couch the laughing gas still in your system. You were staring at the ceiling when all of a sudden you heard the doorbell go off. You got up and hobbled off to the door. To your surprise you saw the most beautiful angel at the door. By that you mean you saw Cheryl not a literal angel but she was to you. You hugged her as soon as you opened the door.
“Cher your here how is the most beautiful girl in the world?” You asked her is a dopey grin and pulled her through the door sitting her on the couch along with yourself.
“What happened? Veronica told me you went into surgery but you seem fine. I think.” Cheryl says and you hugged her side smelling her hair.
“Well you see I had to get my wisdom teeth removed. But that’s besides the point are you finally getting along with Veronica. It’s a miracle you actually talked to her without me forcing you to.” You smiled up at her and played with the ends of her hair.
“Are you sure your okay? Your acting a little strange.” Cheryl asked and you nod.
“I mean I’m a little tired but I’m much better that your here. So I can say up a little while longer.” Cheryl smiles and shakes your head.
“No you should rest come on. I’ll tuck you in bed and wait till you fall asleep.” Cheryl says grabbing your hand and pulling you up. But you put up a bit of a fight trying to get up the stairs to your bedroom.
“No I’m not sleeping. Come Cheryl don’t be such a buzzkill I haven’t seen you all weekend I wanna listen to you talk while I pretend to not be distracted by your gorgeous face.” You blurt out and Cheryl blushes pushing you gently into bed.
“Fine how about we lay in bed together until you fall asleep.” Cheryl tries to reason with you and you shake your head.
“No what if you leave I don’t want you to leave. How about we cuddle and I’ll sleep. I know how much you like cuddling. I pinky swear.” You hold out your pinky and Cheryl giggles settling herself on your chest.
“Fine you dork. But I’m leaving if you don’t fall asleep.” Cheryl locks your pinky with hers and smiles.
“Deal.” You said wrapping your arms around her. This is the first time all week she found a sense of peace. She was glad you told her to stay because knowing herself she probably would’ve stayed anyway until you woke up but you didn’t need to know that. After a few minutes passed you cleared your throat.
“Hey Cheryl.” You said looking down at her and she nods looking back at you.
“I think you're really pretty. I’m not just saying that because you're my best friend I’m saying that because I really like you. But I’m not supposed to tell you that because it will ruin our friendship.” You say smiling sleepy at her. Cheryl blushes again hiding her face in your neck.
“How about this, if you remember any of what you just said right now you can take me on a date when your all healed.” Cheryl said and you don’t end up responding back she looked at your again. You were sound asleep. Cheryl was a little disappointed that you didn’t hear it but she hoped you did.
A little while later
You were the first to wake up. You don’t remember much but you remembered Cheryl came to see you. You looked at her sleeping peacefully on your chest and decided not to wake her up. You know she doesn’t get a lot of good sleep at home so didn’t want to reck this for her. You were about to sit up but her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at you remembering some of the things you said to her earlier.
“Hey Cher. Sorry I kept you here I was really out of it. I hope I didn’t ruin your plans or something.” You said and she shook her head.
“I had no plans other than looking for you at school.” Cheryl said and you smiled and hugged her gently.
“Rough weekend again?” You ask and she nods sadly.
“I’m sorry to hear that. I’m always here if you need me you know that.” You said rubbing her back softly and she nods.
“About that. Do you by chance remember what I said to you before fell asleep?” Cheryl asks you smile remembering your conversation before you fell asleep.
“Yeah something about me taking you out on a date when I get better. Does that ring any bells?” You grin and she plays your arm.
“That’s the one. You were serious right. About all the stuff you said. I just wanna make sure I wasn’t hearing things.” She asked you nod your head enthusiastically.
“I was serious about everything and if I could I would kiss you now but my face is still a little numb.” You said she giggles cutely.
“Don’t worry about that baby you’ll just have to do that after our date.” Cheryl smiles snuggling into your chest.
- Reader is best friends with Cheryl and Toni and wants to join the Pretty Poisons. They are having none if it .
' Come on pleeeaaaassseeeeee ' you begged as you followed Cheryl around her and Tonis room while she was getting ready.
'No' she said simply.
'Please !'
No! 'She said sternly
' Whyyyy' You asked pouting.
'Look y/n it's just too dangerous ok, your too innocent, you don't know how to fight and your too sweet.' She said with a smile as she did her mascara.
'What's she too innocent for? ' Toni asked as she walked in.
'You better not be on about a date' Toni said as she crossed her arms giving you a stern look and a small smile.
You cursed under your breath. You were trying to get Cheryl on your side first and then she could persuade Toni. Although you knew Cheryl first Toni was the most protective of you. She saw you as this small shy nerd that she needed to protect (which you kinda were). You and Cheryl came as a pair and she loved you both.
'Y/n here wants to join the Pretty Poisons ' Cheryl explained with a smirk knowing how this would go.
There was a moment silence and you could feel Tonis stare burning into the side of your head. You winced before looking up at her with an innocent smile.
'Soooo that's a yes? Great. ' You tried as you went to run out of the room before getting pulled back by Cheryl and Toni.
'What hey get back here shortie. ' Toni said gripping your arm.
'Do you realise how dangerous being in a gang is! There's no way we're letting you join.' Before you could defend yourself she cut you off.
' No listen . We love you OK your our best friend and if anything happend to you we wouldn't be able to live with ourselves. Cher's right your too innocent and your tiny you wouldn't be able to fight back if anyone tried anything.' She said scared at the thought of you getting hurt.
You let out a huff as you tore your arm away from Toni and looked down at the floor. Deep down you knew she was right.
'Come on Tiny we're sorry' Cheryl said as she tried to get you to look at them .
'You don't control me you know' you said under your breath .
'I know I'm a nerd but I'm not completely helpless' you said as you stormed out and left the house walking to school instead of getting a ride eith the two girls. Sick of their overprotectiveness. You knew they were only trying to help but you wanted to be able to stick up for yourself.
You heard the beep of a horn as you saw
Archie pull up next to you in his dad's truck.
'Hey, do you need lift?' He asked.
'Oh yes please' You said thankful as you climbed in.
'So how come you aren't getting a ride with Cheryl and Toni? ' he asked
'We had a fight' you sighed
'They wouldn't let me join the Pretty Poisons. So I stormed out like a child. ' You laughed putting you head in your hands.
'You wanted to join a gang ?' Archie gasped.
'Why is everyone so shocked, what am I a kid? ' You asked frustrated .
'Look Cheryl and Toni are just protective of you, they've always been like that and if you got hurt in Toni's gang she would blame herself . And Cheryl well she's lost everyone, her brother and her family, all she has left is you and Toni. You can't blame them for being for protective, your so sweet they just don't want you being taken advantage of. 'Archie explained.
As you two drove to school you realised your friend actually had a good point. You and Cheryl had been friends since you were little and you'd helped her get through Jason's death. And as for Toni you were the one that balied on Cheryl at the movies so they could have there first date.
As you and Archie pulled into the school carpark you saw your two best friends stood next to Cheryl's red convertible.
You thanked Archie and walked over to them wracked with guilt.
What if they hated you. All they'd ever done is made you feel loved and you'd thrown it back in their faces.
Deciding to give it some more time you turned around and began walking to class. Before you heard Cheryl's voice behind you.
'Y/N' She yelled .Not an angry yell though, to your surprise.
As you turned around you felt Cheryl body slam into you, her arms wrapping around you tightly. She pulled back and checked you over before slapping you round the back of the head. 'Do that to me again and I sware to god ill tickle you until you can't breathe' She said with a glare and slight smile .
'We figured we'd let you have some time to yourself but then when we drove round school and didn't see you walking we got worried' the redhead explained.
'I'm really sorry red' you said shyly, leaning you head on her shoudler as she pulled you in for another hug.
You noticed Toni hovering behind her with a dissapointed look on her face.
'TT I'm so sorry' You said nearly in tears. As you hid behind Cheryl before she pushed you forward.
You looked up t the pink haired girl.
'I'm so so so so sorry. Please dont be mad at me I didn't mean to hurt you feelings or make you worry. I just don't want to be the helpless neerd you guys always need to protect. I thought that I'd be less of a burden to you guys if I could protect myself' You explained.
'Wait, that's why you wanted to join the Pretty Poisons?' Toni asked giving you a stern look .
Cheryl giggled silently, knowing you'd got yourself in trouble.
Toni grabbed yours and Cheryl's hands and led you both behind a tree, out of the way of everyone else.
She let go of your hands and looked you in the eye her arms in an iron grip on your shoudler.
'Y/n L/n you are not a burden to me or to Cheryl and you never will be. We know we don't have to protect you but we want to. Your our best friend. You got us together, you got us through countless fights and you got us both through really hard times ok. Now it's our turn to look after you. We have realised that your right and we are being controlling so we will back up a bit. And by that i mean like a centimetre but still. Nothing is happening to you on our watch and we are making sure of that, whether you like it or not.' She explained. Looking at you with a smile.
'You got that nerd' She said with a playfully mean look on her face. Her arms crossed and she glared at the girl with a smile.
You giggled and nodded, blushing slightly as you realised how much they cared.
' Also me and TT were talking and we agreed to some compromises' Cheryl spoke up, Toni nodded along, looking unsure though.
'So you will not be involved in any gang activity or trained with any weapons because of how clumsy you are. ' Cheryl laughed as you pouted.
'But you are welcome to come to any archery training at Thistlehouse as well as the occasional meeting. And we will even give you your own jacket, as long as you agree not to where it outside the house.' Cheryl cut younoff before you could protest.
'Ah you either wear the Jacket in the house or not at all , we don't want you painting a target on you back.' She explained as Toni nodded along.
'OK yh that's fair enough' you agreed . As you bounced on you heels slightly, a huge smile breaking across you face . You jumped up to Cheryl and hugged her tightly pulling Toni in as well.
Summary: two new blonds enter the picture and the plot continues. Sorry this isn’t plot more of me getting back into wrighting.
autor’s note: sorry it took so long for me to post the new chapter. let me know what you think.
part 1- part 2- part 3- part 4- part 5- part 6
Of all the people Fury could have sent to accompany Wanda, Maria, Val, Pepper. No, it had to be Carol. Now was probably the time to get nervous cause if Carol knew, so would your mom. Those two had no secrets for each other, and Carol was kind of sap if it came to your mom.
More than once, you had found them in a compromising position. You had also seen more of both women than you would ever want from parental figures.
On the other hand, you also knew that Carol would be the most lenient with you when she heard the whole story. You did, however, play the role of the scolded teenager like everybody else would do if they were called to the principal. So you avoided eye contact when she tried to make it.
People looking in on the scene saw a parent picking up their kid.
When she stopped right in front of you, you only saw the black of her combat boots. You looked up at her from under your lashes, hoping to gain some leverage over her. Carol was much softer to you than your mother, and you could get away with way more than with your mother. The look in her eyes told you something different.
Instead of the bright blue eyes, you were met by a cold stare. Is this what she looked like for rookies who started at shield?
"I am very disappointed in you (Y/N). Maybe Natasha and I have been too lenient with you and letting you live here alone. You just wait until your mother hears of this." Carol says in her most severe Captain Danvers voice. Okay, now you definitely felled like those recruits on their first day.
"come on!" without another word, Carol turns on her heels and walks away. You follow three paces behind her with your eyes glued to the ground. When you walk through the hall, you have the feeling like everybody is watching you. Mor, like everybody, is watching Carol and her aura those screams badass.
People seemed to have gathered outside, but for a whole different reason. Everybody seemed to have swarmed around Carol's restored vintage mustang. The car was a gift from you to Carol a couple of years ago when she and your mom 'official' came together.
Carol walks over to Wanda, who stood just outside the swarm of people, for a quick conversation. This allows Cheryl to lunge herself at you. The last the redhead had seen of you was when you were led to the principal's office, and then a stoic looking blond had walked into the school. For some reason, the blond screamed military, and for some reason, that explained a whole lot of things about you.
"are you okay? Are you hurt in any way? What happened?" Cheryl's questions are being fired at you in quick succession that it almost feels like she is rambling.
"I'm okay, Red. They gave me a two-week suspension and called one of my moms." You explain that you might as well uphold the lie if your mom was coming home, and it would be suspicious otherwise. Even with that, Cheryl didn't seem keen on letting go, and you might have taken advantage to get some more hugs. You would have to miss her for at least a week.
"Also, I'm going to be gone for a while. Some trouble at home that needs my attention." That information makes Cheryl let go of you and stares at you in disbelief, and even what looked like a pout.
"how long?" her question wasn't anything more than a whisper, and she sounded so small.
"not longer than a week, I promise. In the meantime, Wanda will drive you to school, and if home becomes too much, know you are always welcome at mine even if I'm not there." You reassure her while pulling her into another hug, giving her temple a little peck. After that, you tear yourself away from her and walk toward Carol. Who is fighting not to let her stoic masker crack. On the way, you make eye contact with Wanda, who gives you an understanding not.
With a heavy sigh, you sink into the passenger seat of Carol's car, making a point of not looking at your classmates. Part is keeping up appearances, and interest is not wanting to look at Cheryl's heartbroken face. It has never been so hard to leave on a mission in the past.
Getting two weeks from the drama that was Riverdale high seems like a relief but having to leave Cheryl behind seemed like torture in your mind,
Carol seemed to pick up on your mood halfway toward the house, and she had to admit you looked kind of like her when Natasha was away on a mission, even if anybody who would point it out would get a fist to the gut.
"Hey, kid, come up. It's not like you leave her forever, and when your mom is back, you can introduce her to your little girlfriend." Carol teases, seeing the blush appear on your cheeks. It was good to see you act like a normal teenager. Sometimes people forget you were still that, a kid trying to figure out who they are. So it was refreshing to see you, crush over a pretty girl.
"sheisntmygirlfriend." You mumble under your breath, turning even redder.
"what was that? I didn't quite hear that." Carol teases, nudging you with her shoulder.
"she isn't my girlfriend." You repeat a little louder.
"yet." Carol counters.
You were tapping your finger on the steering wheel as you waited. 'Sweet American Pie' playing in the background. When Carol gave you the location of your mom's extraction, you had hoped it would be a little more remote, and instead, it was in some dark alley that smelled of fish.
Luckily for you, you didn't have to wait long. The moment the door handle moved, you had your gun from under your seat and pointed at whoever opened it. Blond hair moved as they aimed their own gun at you?
Request: Cheryl Blossom x Female reader. Fluff and smut. Cheryl normal being a huge HBIC but she is super soft for her gf.
A/N: So this turned into just smut and to be honest I really like it. Might be because I turned Cheryl into a huge sub.
As per usual you were watching the vixens practice,Cheryl being in the middle as always. Sending you a sly look or a wink whenever she could. Today's practice was in full uniform which you were very happy about. Cheryl looked incredible,like she was born to wear it. Practice was extra long today since there was a game in four days,Cheryl was determined to make the routine perfect.
"Alright girls,15 minutes then we start over from the top." Cheryl announced before walking back into the locker room,you quickly followed her
The rest of the girls stayed in the gym,leaving you and Cheryl alone in the locker room.
“I hope you like that”She gestured to the uniform,wrapping your arms around her waist.
“Definitely,you were born to wear that uniform”She put her arms around your shoulders as you pulled her into a kiss. You could feel her hands moving to unzip your jacket,breaking the kiss you pulled away.
You were quickly to push her against one of the lockers,smashing your lips onto hers. Her hands moved under your shirt,you quickly took it off before pinning her hands above her head. Moving to her neck,kissing and biting your way down. Unzipping her uniform and sliding it off her as fast as you could. Your hands immediately taking hold of her breast,rolling her nipples between your fingers. She let out a few whimpers before dissolving into full on moans. Moving your mouth to her nipples you sucked on one before moving to the other. Pushing your leg between her thighs,she immediately thrust her hips against you. Moaning with each small move,she was shaking with anticipation as to what your next move would be. Pulling away,she immediately reached out trying to pull you back. Kneeling down you took her in your mouth,slowly pushing your fingers in. She threw her head back as you licked and sucked,pumping your fingers in and out.
"Y/N I can't I-I" Her voice breaking as she begged you to keep going. Her fingers gripping your hair,not letting you go.
"Do it,cum for me" You managed to say,increasing your speed. In seconds her body was shaking. She was breathing rapidly,trying to regain her composure. Wiping your face,you stood up licking your fingers clean. Letting them out with a pop sound. "Better get cleaned up before anyone else sees you like this" You whispered,your hand trailing her inner thigh.
"Y/N" The desperation in her voice made it obvious that she wanted more.
"I'll give you more but you'll have to be patient. Come on,the girls are waiting for you"
hello!! i saw u were in need of cheryl fic ideas so here's one; cheryl trying to get her s/o to break their caffeine addiction :')) i hope u have a lovely day mads :))
A/N: me: okay so don’t expect to hear from me. also me: CHERYL FIC BITCHES aoiefjaoewfj hope you enjoy <3 also I know who requested this, and thank you, I hope you have a lovely day too! Hope you are working through your caffeine addiction aoefjaoiwefj **also all my Cheryl stuff is either post high school or senior year when they’re 18
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You bounced your leg under the table in the booth at Pop’s, your girlfriend’s hand resting on your thigh. Every five minutes she’d eye you, furrowing her brows. You were upset or anxious, which is what usually had you fidgeting about. When you took another sip of your coffee, she got the idea.
“Let me have some?” she asked quietly, so as to not disturb the conversation that was taking place between Veronica and Archie. You nodded, sliding her the cup with a smile.
Cheryl didn’t give it back though, and you were much too high on caffeine to notice. When the time came to leave Pop’s you turned to Cheryl to prevent her from sliding out of the booth.
“Hold on a second, baby, I’m going to order a coffee to go.”
“The hell you will,” she retorted, giving you a disapproving look. You furrowed your brows in shock.
“What?” you asked.
“You’re addicted to caffeine, Y/N,” Cheryl deadpanned.
“I am not.”
“You literally can’t stop your leg from bouncing, and all you’ve done for weeks is drink coffee after coffee. That stops now.”
“Babe,” you pouted, knowing it was over when she crossed her arms and rose a brow. You let out a huff and left the booth, holding out your hand to help her.
“I’ll make you some tea when we get home,” Cheryl said with a smile, squeezing your hand and leading you towards the door. You bid goodbye to Archie and Veronica, before climbing into Cheryl’s convertible.
“Babe?” Cheryl asked quietly. You hummed, turning to look at her.
“Why have you felt the need to drink so much coffee lately? Have you had more work to do?”
You sighed. “I like doing so much,” you answered. “When I’m awake all the time, I can spend time with you, and other friends, and work on my school, and soccer and debate and everything else. I can achieve anything.”
“But you aren’t resting. All the caffeine isn’t good for you.”
You knew she was right. You didn’t even need to listen to her to know those things. But at this point it felt like you couldn’t stop, something that Cheryl could help with.
“Cheryl, you’re right. I know you’re right. I just... it seems like I can’t stop. I need help with it.”
“I will help you, mon trésor,” she cooed.
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And she did. Your loving girlfriend was more helpful than you thought. First it was caffeinated tea, with some coffee. And she slowly let you have less and less, and you did okay. She filled it with healthier options, ones that had less caffeine, but rather, natural energy boosting preservatives.
A few days in, the exhaustion caught up to you. With less caffeine and having worked so hard for a few weeks, your body simply couldn’t take it anymore.
“My love, maybe it should be time for bed,” Cheryl murmured, laying back on the sofa with you in her arms. You were half asleep, attempting to keep your eyes open for the TV show that played on the screen in front of you.
“No, I’m up.”
“But you need sleep,” she replied, already pushing your body up and into a seated position. You sighed, yawning, and climbed out from under the blankets. You helped Cheryl up after you, letting her gently push you towards her bedroom with her hand on your back.
After washing up, you collapsed onto the satin sheets, pulling the velvet red rose comforter up around you. The textures were heavenly in your exhausted state, and your eyes closed within a minute of laying down. Five minutes later the bed sunk next to you, your girlfriend joining you. Cheryl looked over with a smile; though she was concerned, it seemed you were finally getting the sleep you needed.
