listen, i gotta ignore some canon for this and pretend that at least the whole taxidermied jason and toni murdering someone storylines didn’t happen for my own sanity because honestly that is all too much. but also, i’m happy to be getting riverdale asks. 🥳
who cooks normally?:
cheryl loves baking but doesn’t not enjoy cooking. so when toni moves in and start cooking, cheryl tells her that she doesn’t have to. it’s one of those moments where cheryl speaks past toni and doesn’t necessarily understand that she’s coming from a different place. to her, cooking is just a task that can be resolved with money. but toni genuinely enjoys cooking. so toni tells her, and they balance it out a little more evenly between eating out and cooking.
how often do they fight?
not very much. they’re bad at communicating, though, so when they do fight, it is explosive. the first time or two they fight, cheryl pulls a really dramatic “i don’t know if i even want to be with you” sort of thing (the way teenagers do), and toni has to be like, “you cannot pull that shit with me, cheryl. it’s not okay.” cheryl gets her act together, and when they fight, it’s not always great and they can both be their worst selves in those moments, but it’s never anything to that degree.
what do they do when they’re away from each other?
they do not like being away from each other. in riverdale, cheryl gets genuine panic attacks sometimes when she’s alone for too long because of everything that’s happened to her and because she doesn’t necessarily feel safe. so toni tries not to leave her alone unless she has to. when they graduate and move, however, they learn how to be healthier. toni picks up photography seriously again, and cheryl journals and goes down rabbit holes of watching makeup tutorials and other random stuff online.
nicknames for each other?:
cheryl’s the type of person to go through the whole list, “baby,” “dear,” “honey”, and “love” all come and go. she also occasionally call toni “ma cherie” as well. “babe” is big for both of them. very casually, toni will often call out to cheryl in another room like, “hey cher,” but but it’s not super often.
who is more likely to pay for dinner?:
cheryl. she likes to spoil toni. and especially since toni cooks, she says it’s “only fair” that she picks up the check when they eat out.
who steals the covers at night?:
cheryl. and oh boy does she ever and somehow she has the nerve to be pouty about it when toni steals it back. “but i was cold.” it’s both infuriating and endearing to toni.
what would they get each other for gifts?:
cheryl wants to get toni extravagant gifts because she likes to spoil her, and toni has to tell her that that’s not really her speed. cheryl buys a lot of small gifts (”i noticed you were staring at this jacket, so i had to get it for you” type thing). that said, she does let cheryl buy her a new motorcycle at some point.
who remembers things?:
it’s pretty equal. cheryl is more likely to celebrate certain things, but toni is just as good as remembering things, and she loves taking photographs. when they move out of riverdale, she starts taking her camera out and just taking more photos when they’re on dates and going out or even just casually around the apartment, and she starts giving cheryl albums of her best photos, and it’s really sweet.
who cusses more?
toni cusses all the time. cheryl is more likely to say something biting and creative, and she lifts a lot of insults straight from shakespeare. that isn’t to say she doesn’t curse, but when she does, it’s deliberately for emphasis. toni’s the type of person to just be like, “aw fuck” in front of a group of parents and then realize and be like, “shit” and then realize again and just sigh.
who kissed who first?:
well, we already know that, don’t we? iconic first kiss. 🥺
Summary: Toni meets Cheryl at a bar. There's something about her that Toni can't quite place, and it may be more than she bargained for. | Read on AO3.
Author’s Note: Warnings for spanking, light bondage, and fingerfucking--featuring vampire!Cheryl
Toni frowns as she squeezes her way between the two boys, drink held high in the air. Despite the push, neither look down or even seem to notice her presence. She throws a backward glance their way before sitting down at the bar. “When did this place stop being a lesbian bar?”
“Tell me about it.”
Toni turns to see a redhead seated next to her, perfectly upright. She taps at the leg of the stool with her foot to the beat of the song as she sips at her drink. Toni’s eyes fall momentarily to the black silk gloves on the woman’s hands, but she thinks better than to stare. When she looks up, the woman’s gaze is turned at her own drink. “You ever make it out here before?” Toni asks.
When the woman looks at her, Toni feels a strange chill run through her. As if noticing, the woman tilts her head and takes another sip before responding. “Once in a while. Frankly, half the people here are a mess—even on a good day—and I don’t find the sloppiness half as charming as some.” She wrinkles her nose as she looks past Toni. Toni turns around to see two girls kissing, mouths open, hands reaching underneath their shirts.
Toni laughs. “It doesn’t bother me that much, though I can’t say it’s really my speed.” She leans forward, watching out of the corner of her eyes as the woman next to her finishes her drink, leaving a bright red stain on her glass. “What are you drinking? I can get your next drink.”
“And they say chivalry’s dead.” Her lips quirks upward. “Cheryl.”
“Toni.” Toni sticks out her hand. For a moment, it seems as if Cheryl is not going to take it, and it hovers there. Just before Toni drops her hand, however, Cheryl does. A shiver goes through Toni, and her breath hitches at the contact. Her hand is cold to the touch. Their hands drop, and Cheryl stares at her, a slight smile on her face that does little to reassure Cheryl.
“My glass was chilled when I got it. It must have lingered on my gloves,” Cheryl says, yet somehow Toni doubts that is the case.
After another moment, Toni clears her throat. “You never answered my question.”
“Cherry Manhattan.” She nods her head at Toni’s drink, which is nearly finished as well. “Yourself?”
“Bourbon. I never was one for vermouth.”
“It’s certainly an acquired taste. I drank a lot of it in my younger years,” Cheryl says. Judging by her looks, Cheryl can hardly be much older than herself—Toni thinks. Cheryl must realize how her words sound, as she raises her eyebrows as if challenging Toni to speak.
“Not as a child, I hope,” Toni says.
“Hardly.” Cheryl smirks and raises her hand to flag the bartender.
“What can I get you girls?” the bartender asks, smiling warmly at both of them.
“Cherry Manhattan and a gin and tonic please,” Toni says. “You can put it on my tab—last name Topaz.” The bartender nods and steps back.
“A gin and tonic? I thought you said that you were drinking bourbon.”
“I like to keep people guessing.” She grins, feeling oddly satisfied by the intrigued look that Cheryl gives her.
“I do enjoy an air of mystery.”
The bartender comes back, places theirs drinks in front of them, and clears away the old glasses. “Can I get you anything else?”
Toni sucks in her cheek and takes in the look that Cheryl gives her before turning to face the bartender. “I’d like to close my tab.”
“I’ll get you the check.”
When the bartender steps away again, Toni turns to look at Cheryl to see whether she managed to ruin the night. Something in Cheryl’s eyes seems nearly hungry, and she wets her lips and takes another sip of her drink, her gaze unwavering as she stares directly at Toni’s eyes.
“Keeping me on my toes, Ms. Topaz. I like that.” She cocks an eyebrow. “Let’s leave this wretched place, and what shall we do next?”
“I’m happy to take you back to my place, but I live with roommates. Something tells me that you don’t.”
“In no uncertain terms, a bold assumption.” Toni opens her mouth to apologize, but Cheryl cuts her off. “But not an incorrect one. I also happen to live near here.”
“Do you need to close out your tab as well?”
“I paid in cash.”
Toni downs her drink, aware of how gleefully eager she must seem at the promise of sex. In other circumstances she might be embarrassed, but something in Cheryl’s expression wills her forward, urging her to finish. The wave of the third drink hits her harder than she expected, and she lets out a sigh as she looks over to see that Cheryl, despite her graceful, well-paced sips, managed to finish her drink as well.
“Hope you two have a nice evening,” the bartender says, placing the receipt down on the bar and glancing between the two of them with a knowing, amused look.
They make quick work navigating their way through the crowd. Cheryl leads the way, parting the crowd with surprising ease. Oddly enough, she barely has to lay a hand on their shoulders before they step back. Yet they are soon outside, and as the cold night air fills her lungs, Toni finds the thought slipping away to other matters.
“Where do you live?” Toni asks as she puts on her coat. Rather than answer, Cheryl steps forward, leading the way. There’s something uncanny about the way that Cheryl walks, her upper body so still that she appears to glide on the pavement. “It’s cold out,” Toni says, breaking the silence. Sure enough, as she speaks, she can see her breath.
“Is it?” Cheryl lets out a hum and continues walking. “I hardly noticed.” As odd as it is, Toni decides that she must be telling the truth, as the air in front of her remains unaffected. In the stillness of the night, the click of her boots echoes down the empty, lamplit street. The houses around them are mostly dark, and Toni only just begins to question whether she’d acted rashly when Cheryl stops.
“This is mine,” she says, pointing at an ivy-grown brownstone.
Toni lets out a low whistle. “That’s quite a house.”
“Isn’t it? I think so.” Cheryl walks up the steps to the door and pulls a key out of her purse. “If you don’t mind, I prefer all shoes left in the foyer,” she says and turns the handle. It takes a moment for the implication of her words to sink in, and when they do, Toni can hardly restrain her reaction.
“This is all yours? I thought you meant an apartment or a floor at most.” Toni steps in, her eyes immediately drawn to the chandelier. She swallows thickly and bends down to unlace her boots. “How do you own all this? You can’t be older than like twenty-seven, right?”
When she looks up, Toni sees an amused look flicker across Cheryl’s face, but it disappears just as soon as Toni notices it. “Something like that.” The answer is odd enough considering the circumstances, yet Toni bites her cheek, thinking better than to follow up with a question that she might not want the answer to. “My bedroom’s upstairs.”
They make their way up the staircase, and Toni glances around. The Victorian décor hardly seems out of place with the building, and Toni steps lightly, feeling oddly as if her presence disturbs it. “How long as you lived here?”
“A while.”
She has no time ask any more questions before Cheryl pauses in front of a door and opens it. The bedroom is barely visible from the light of the hallway, yet Cheryl steps in without turning on a light. She makes her way to the dresser, disappearing into the shadows momentarily before the light of a struck match illuminates her face.
In her hands, she holds a candelabra. She carefully lights all candles before setting it on her dresser and motioning for Toni to come in. Toni closes the door behind her, and her eyes run over the bedroom, from the mahogany bureau with a full mirror over to the black lace canopy above her bed. “You’re committed. I have to give you that,” Toni says, and the hairs on the back of her neck prickle.
“You can critique my furniture choice, or—” Cheryl’s tosses her gloves on the dresser and reaches to the back of her neck. She undoes the clasp of her dress and pulls the zipper down. “—you can get over here.” Toni steps forward, any thoughts on the bedroom decorations evaporating. Her eyes trail down the length of Cheryl’s dress before drifting back up to Cheryl’s face.
“Your house is lovely,” Toni mutters.
“I assure you that no feelings were hurt.”
It’s all the encouragement that Toni needs. She closes the distance between them, and her hand falls to the back of Cheryl’s neck as their lips press together. She kisses her softly at first, but the gentleness quickly fades away to something more urgent. The same cold she felt in the bar is still there in Cheryl’s neck and lips. Perhaps, Toni assumes, the night air has affected her more than she let on.
Cheryl moans, low in her throat, and Toni’s fingers tighten as she pulls back Cheryl’s lower lip between her teeth. Her hand falls down Cheryl’s neck to the collar of her dress, and she tugs it past Cheryl’s shoulder. Cheryl lifts both of her arms, making it easier for Toni to slide her dress off.
A few tugs and backward steps later, they collapse on the bed, Cheryl’s dress in a heap on the floor. Cheryl rests her hand on Toni’s hip as Toni shifts her weight, straddling Cheryl and taking a moment to appreciate the view below her. Against the black lace of her garters and bra, Cheryl’s skin looks paler than before. Through the sheer fabric, Toni can tell her nipples are hard. She stares up at Toni, her lips slightly parted.
“You can stare all you want when you’re done fucking me.”
When Toni bends down, Cheryl presses her lips to Toni’s neck. Her touch is light, but it’s enough to make heat coil in the pit of her stomach. Her eyes flutter shut momentarily, and she lets out a whine as Cheryl’s lips dip right behind her ear and brush against her ear lobe.
When Cheryl pulls back, Toni reaches behind Cheryl, undoing the clasps of her bra and tossing it to the ground. She traces two fingers down, starting at Cheryl’s throat and moving down, past her areola, down her stomach, to her inner thigh. She stops for a moment, watching as Cheryl squirms under her, eyes squeezed shut. And then, without warning, brushes her thumb against Cheryl’s clit.
Cheryl’s hips jerk up, and even through the fabric, she can feel how wet Cheryl is. She rubs her index and middle finger over it slowly and bites her lip before dipping underneath. Cheryl’s wet enough that Toni barely has to put any pressure before the tips of her fingers start to press in.
“You’re cold,” Toni says, surprised.
“I thought that had already been established. Now are you going to shut up and—” Before Cheryl can finish the thought Toni pulls her fingers out and reaches up, pressing them in Cheryl’s mouth, down against her tongue. Cheryl moans, and Toni feels her roll her hips against the bed despite the lack of friction. Cheryl’s tongue pushes up, and she closes her mouth after a moment, sucking the taste of herself off of Toni’s fingers.
“Are you going to behave?” Toni asks, a thrill going through her as Cheryl nods.
She pulls out her fingers, and Cheryl wets her lips. “I have handcuffs in the nightstand,” she says, “if you want to use them.” Toni reaches over and pulls them out—dark black leather with heavy clasps. She makes quick work of putting them on, threading the chain through the headboard and pulling them as tight as they’ll go. When Cheryl gasps at the sensation, Toni feels the heat coil in her stomach.
When Toni bends down and takes Cheryl’s nipple in her mouth, her teeth brushing up against it, she gets the reaction she wants. Cheryl whines and arches her back up as much as her current position will allow. Toni takes her time, marveling at how much Cheryl reacts to each flick of her tongue. By the time she makes it to Cheryl’s other nipple, Cheryl presses up and down with her hips, and Toni’s breath catches in her throat as she feels her grind down against her leg.
She pulls back and gives an admonishing flick. “Good things come to all those who wait.”
“Not true,” Cheryl gasps out, but she nonetheless lowers her hips back down to the bed, and despite her squirming as Toni kisses down her stomach, she makes no move to lift them again. Toni’s tongue presses down over the fabric of her underwear, and the metal of the handcuffs clicks against the headboard. She moans against it. The fabric is wet enough that she can taste Cheryl through it.
She runs her tongue along the fabric before dipping slightly lower to Cheryl’s thigh, sucking at the skin hard enough that she’s sure to leave a mark. However, when she pulls back, there’s nothing there. Toni frowns, but when she bends down to try again, Cheryl rocks her hips up, her clit pressing up against Toni’s nose.
“Are you just going to tease me, or are you going to be a bore and make me beg for it?” Cheryl asks.
Toni laughs as she lifts herself up, and she surveys Cheryl for a moment before grabbing her by her jaw and squeezing until her lips part. “Considering how bratty you are, I imagine you’re used to getting things when you want and how you want.” She lets go, tossing Cheryl’s head slightly to the side, and Cheryl lets out an indignant huff. With the same hand, she reaches down, twisting Cheryl’s nipple sharply between her fingers. “Now flip over so I can spank you.”
Toni is sure that Cheryl will have some clever quip to say back, but she doesn’t. She just nods her head and flips over, her wrists twisted over one another in what cannot be a comfortable position. Despite it, she lifts her ass up. From this position, behind her, Toni can see the full outline of her labia, and she swallows thickly before raising and a hand and bringing it down. A loud smack echoes through Cheryl’s bedroom as Cheryl jerks against the handcuffs, and after a moment of silence, Toni tugs head back by her hair until her neck is open and exposed and says, “Count.” She drops Cheryl’s head.
They make it to ten before Toni lowers her hand. The next slap hits Cheryl’s cunt, and she lets out a whimper as she pulls slightly way. “Eleven.” Her voice is a low whisper, and Toni barely make it to fifteen before flipping Cheryl over and tugging her underwear down in a fluid motion.
For a moment, they stare, and then Toni pushes two fingers in. Cheryl moans, immediately grinding down. When she pulls out her fingers, glistening, Toni places them in her mouth and tastes, and Cheryl’s eyes meet hers.
“How do I taste?” Cheryl asks.
“You should know.” As an answer, Toni smirks and runs her fingers down along the tip of her tongue before leaning down to press a kiss to Cheryl’s lips. Her tongue eases Cheryl’s mouth open, and Cheryl’s breath hitches as she tastes herself on Toni’s lips.
Without much of a wait, she reaches down and pressing two fingers back in again. They kiss, wet and messy as Toni works at her, curling her fingers. Before long, Toni gives up at any pretense of teasing her. Instead, she fucks her hard, the bed rocking beneath them. Only when she can hear Cheryl's moans get breathier and her thighs tighten around her hand does she pull back.
Cheryl shakes beneath her, and Toni pulls back, appreciating how Cheryl, who has otherwise looked so put together, is now falling apart. When she places her mouth on Cheryl’s clit, fucking her and sucks, Cheryl trembles, and after another minute she comes with a shout, her walls squeezing around Toni’s fingers.
Toni fucks her as she comes down and flicks her tongue along Cheryl’s clit as Cheryl tries to twist away, oversensitive. “That’s— Fuck. Toni, c’mon,” she begs, but Toni doesn’t relent. She can barely breathe, her nose pressed against Cheryl’s skin as she does her best to move her tongue in a rhythm matching her fingers.
Cheryl’s whines soon turn into moans, and when she comes for a second time, her entire body shakes. Toni pulls back, satisfied and sucks her fingers clean again. “You’re so hot like this,” she says, afraid that her voice will break the moment, but Cheryl just lets out a satisfied sigh and lays still, eyes closed.
She waits until Cheryl has come down again before getting up and takes her time getting undressed, soaking in the way that Cheryl is staring at her, unrestrained and hungry. By the time she drops her underwear, Cheryl is bent forward as far as the restraints will allow, lips parted.
She walks over slowly and stops at the edge of the bed. “What do you want me to do?” Cheryl asks.
Rather than answer, Toni pushes her back down against the mattress and positions herself over Cheryl’s face. She can feel herself, wet enough that it’s dripped slightly to her thighs, messy and sticky. And when she glances down, Cheryl whimpers and lifts her head, pressing a kiss against Toni’s cunt. Toni feels her heart race as she lowers herself until she’s fully seated, Cheryl’s mouth pressed against her labia.
She doesn’t have the patience to start off slow—not after fucking Cheryl. Toni grips the headboard as she rocks her hips. Cheryl’s tongue presses in as much as she can from the angle, and when Toni pulls back, it rubs against her clit. “Fuck.” She does her best to set a rhythm, but she knows that she won’t last long. When she looks down, all she can see are Cheryl’s eyes and hair. Sensing her gaze, Cheryl looks up, with a look of determination, hunger, and something that Toni can’t quite place.
She rolls her hips one more time, and suddenly she feels a sharp pain in her inner thigh. Toni gasps, but before she can move off, it melts into something else. Her head falls back, and her fingers tighten on the headboard as warm delirium washes over her. Pressure coils in her stomach, and she arches up slightly off the bed as she comes. If not for the headboard, she is certain that she would collapse against Cheryl, and her body shakes and her thighs tighten as she rocks her hips one last time.
Only when she comes down does she notice the blood on the sheets and on Cheryl’s face. She stumbles backwards, nearly falling, and sees the devious look in Cheryl’s eyes. And her teeth—
Toni gasps and looks down at her thigh to see two red circles from where Cheryl clearly bit her. “Shit.” She takes another unsteady step back and catches herself on the bench by the foot of the bed.
“You’re going to want to sit down,” Cheryl says, and her tongue darts out to catch the blood dripping down at the corner of her mouth. “You’re not going to be in any state to leave for a little bit.” She pulls herself up as best as she can with the handcuffs still on her wrists.
“You’re a—” Toni’s breath catches in her throat, and she shakes her head. “Absolutely not.” She blinks several times, certain that this can’t be real.
“It’s always precious to see your faces when you find out that everything wicked you could have dreamed of isn’t—well—a dream.” She grins, full-toothed, and runs her tongue over one of her elongated teeth.
Toni lets go of the bench, and her knees buckle underneath her. “You’re a vampire.”
“And you’re going to pass out if you don’t come over here and undo my handcuffs.”
“No fucking way.” Toni catches herself on the bench again and sucks in her cheek, chewing on the inside as she tries to find a way out. Her eyes dart around for her jacket. She knows if she can find her cellphone, she can call someone to get her, but the thought of bending down to get it has the edges of her vision go dark. Even if she can reach it and pull it out, she wonders what she’d say. She doesn’t have an address. She can’t even recall the street they’re on.
“Don’t be a fool. You can undo them, or I can break them, and I’d really prefer not to. They’re my favorite pair.” Cheryl pouts, and laughter bubbles up in Toni’s throat before she can stop herself. Her head spins as she tries to take in the absurdity of the situation in front of her. She lets go of the bend and stands up, stumbling over to the bed as her vision blurs.
“Are you going to kill me?” she asks.
“Kill you? Heavens no. We’re just getting started.”
Toni’s not sure if that’s any more reassuring, but she sways and decides there’s no other choice. She fumbles with the clasp several times before she manages to undo it. Cheryl drops her hand free, and Toni wavers and swallows thickly. As she reaches for the other clasp, her hands fall to her sides, heavy, and Toni closes her eyes as she feels the bed against her head.
After a moment, she feels Cheryl prop her up. When something cold presses against her mouth, she’s too drowsy to fight back. “Open up,” Cheryl says, and Toni whines as she opens her mouth and something warm and wet hits her tongue. She swallows, and after a moment, she can feel the warmth return to her body, and her eyes flutter open.
Cheryl pulls away her arm, and Toni stares, wide-eyed, as she sees the cut along her wrist. She reaches up to touch her own lips, and when she pulls her hand back, her fingers are red. “What did you do?” she asks and watches as Cheryl uses her free hand to undo the clasp still tying her to the bed. When she tries to sit up, she sways again, and Cheryl’s reaches out and places an arm around her waist, catching her before she can fall.
“Try to stay still. If you even have that in you.” Gently, she lowers Toni down until she’s laying on the bed. “You must be exhausted.” It’s only when Cheryl says it that Toni realizes that it’s true. Her eyes close despite herself, and although she makes a small sound of protest, Cheryl tuts over it. “Just rest your sweet head, and I’ll explain all in the morning.”
Despite everything urging her to feel otherwise, Toni feels oddly calm as she drifts off and a dreamless sleep swallows her whole.
Summary: When visiting Salem with Sweet Pea and Fangs, Toni runs across a bookshop called Thistle & Thorn. Cheryl, the owner, is anything other than what she expected. (Read on AO3.)
Author’s Note: Warnings for breath play.
“Are you sure you don’t want to join? Last chance.” Toni waits, her hand on the doorknob, though she’s certain of their answers already.
“We’ll join you for lunch.” Fangs half-lifts his head before plopping it back down on the bed.
“You better. It’s our last full day in Salem, and I’m going to kill both of you if you throw it all away on a hangover.”
Although his face stays in the pillow, Sweet Pea raises his hand halfway up before lifting his middle finger. “Bite me, Toni,” he says, his words muffled by the cushion.
“Yeah, well, text me when you decide where to eat.” Although she shakes her head, Toni smiles as she leaves and closes the door gently behind her.
She can’t complain. The autumn air is crisp in the morning and cold enough that she can see her breath, but bundled up in a jacket, Toni feels oddly at ease. The streets are significantly emptier than the night before, and Toni pops out her earbuds, taking in instead the quiet of the town.
She grabs a coffee at the cafe around the corner from their Airbnb and heads to the water. For a while, she sits on a bench, listening to the sound of the water hitting the rocks and drifting in and out of her thoughts. But the wind is stronger by the water, and before long, she gets up, cheeks stinging from the cold, and heads back to the town.
By the time she hits the center of town, Toni finds herself looking for a place to step in and warm up. As soon as she rids herself of the coffee cup, she begins to look, but most shops are closed this early on a Sunday.
She finally finds an open place on a side street in an alley next to a bakery. The chalkboard sign for the bookstore points toward the shadows, and other circumstances, Toni is certain she’d find it suspicious. But as another gust of wind blows, she glances at the name and heads toward the entrance of Thistle & Thorn Books.
The bell chimes when she steps in, and Toni pulls her coat and hat off as she looks around. If the store weren’t so clearly marked as open, she’d think she’d walked in early by mistake. Toni cranes her neck and glances down the first few aisles, but as far as she can tell, no one is there — owner or customers. She frowns and decides to look around.
The occult books seem to be staples at every bookstore she’s walked into, but something else catches Toni’s eye, and she walks over to a rotating rack. The sign above it reads “lesbian pulp” in elegant calligraphy. It looks so out of place, that Toni barely stifles a laugh as she picks one up and inspects the cover.
“They’re vintage, you know.”
The voice makes Toni jump, and when she turns around, she sees a redhead by the cash register, setting down a small stack of books. “Jesus Christ, you scared me,” Toni says, and she glances around. By all accounts, there seems to be no way the woman could have walked over without Toni noticing, yet Toni’s certain she wasn’t there when she entered.
“Seems I frequently have that effect on people.” The woman laughs and sets down the stack of books on the counter. “So, how can I help you?”
“If I’m being honest, I mostly stepped in here because it was so cold outside,” Toni admits, but she lifts up the book in her hand. “But I have to admit I’m intrigued.”
“I’m glad to hear.” The woman smirks and walks over. “Cheryl Blossom.” She offers Toni hand, palm facing the floor, and Toni sets the book back in the rack before reaching over.
“Toni Topaz.”
“Pleasure.” Cheryl’s gaze drops down momentarily as she tilts her head to the side. “I appreciate the honesty, but surely there’s something I could do for you, Toni.” The word comes across as both a challenge and an invitation. Toni feels her face heat up but doesn’t back down.
“What did you have in mind?” She does her best to mimic Cheryl’s tone, and a wide grin spreads across Cheryl’s face.
“I have some books on occult in the back. I’ve been told you can’t leave Salem without something related to witchcraft.” Cheryl turns on her heel and disappears down the aisle with a laugh. Toni swallows thickly and glances at the door. She waits for a moment, as if expecting someone to appear and enter the bookshop, interrupting them. When no one does, she turns around and follows.
Cheryl is waiting for her, leaning back against a bookshelf. “I hope you weren’t actually expecting to find some books,” she says.
“It’s a miracle your store is still open if this is how you go about trying to convince people to buy things.”
“I wasn’t looking to sell you on anything.” The corner of her lip quirks upward. “Well, at least not anything you weren’t already sold on.”
“That’s rather presumptuous, don’t you think?”
“And yet here you are. Seems a pity to waste the moment.” She takes Toni’s coat and backpack out of her hands and tosses them to the floor.
Any argument dies on her tongue, and Toni steps forward until she can feel Cheryl’s breath on her lips. “Who said anything about wasting it?” Toni barely catches the way Cheryl’s eyes widen and the smirk slides off of her face before they kiss. It's hard and needy, and when Cheryl's fingers tighten around her shirt, she feels a surge of warmth that knocks the breath out of her.
Toni's hand moves to the back of Cheryl's neck, and she traces her thumb along her jaw then further down until she hits her collar, and Cheryl tilts her head to deepen the kiss. When Cheryl whimpers against her, she pulls back, and for a moment—surrounded by stacks of books—the absurdity of the situation hits her.
The laugh catches in her throat as she takes in the sharp look in Cheryl’s eyes, and Toni steps back, letting her eyes trace down the length of Cheryl’s dress.
“What?” Cheryl’s voice is impatient, bordering on petulant, and Toni grins as she steps forward and presses a kiss where her neck meets her shoulder.
“Nothing. I’m just wondering how badly you want this.” She reaches down just under Cheryl’s dress and traces up against her thigh with her index and middle fingers.
“You’re wondering if you can get me to beg?” She scoffs, but when Toni’s hand moves further up, skirting around the edge of her underwear, her looks quickly softens. “I suppose I’m not above it.” She shifts positions slightly and presses down, and Toni can feel her, hot and wet, through the fabric of her underwear. “But do I really need to ask if you want it too?”
Toni almost relents, but the victorious look in Cheryl’s eyes makes her pause. “Yes.” She takes pleasure in watching it evaporate, replaced almost immediately by hard desperation. “What do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“And you wanted that the second I walked in the door?”
Cheryl pauses, but when Toni runs a finger slowly over Cheryl’s clit, she whimpers and nods. “Yes.” Her voice is breathy, and her body trembles as she visibly holds herself back from pressing down.
“That’s all you needed to say.”
Toni pushes the fabric to the side and pushes two fingers in, earning a low moan from Cheryl. Cheryl’s hand reaches, and she grips the bookshelf, knuckles white, as her head falls back. From this position, stretched back, Toni can see a faint pulse in Cheryl’s neck. Her thumb grazes against Cheryl’s clit, and Cheryl grinds her hips forward. She pulls her fingers all the way out and lingers for a moment before pushing them back in.
With her other hand, Toni wraps her fingers around Cheryl’s neck, she doesn’t apply any pressure immediately, gauging Cheryl’s reaction instead. But Cheryl simply swallows and drops her head back. When her eyes flutter shut, it’s all the encouragement Toni needs. Her thumb slides over until it hits the dip in Cheryl’s throat and presses in until Cheryl’s lips fall open and she lets out a choked gasp.
She curls her fingers inside Cheryl, and their eyes meet for a moment. Toni moves her thumb back until it rests on the opposite side of Cheryl’s neck as the rest of her hand and starts to apply pressure. She continues fucking Cheryl as best as she can from the position, and when Cheryl moans, Toni presses their lips together. The kiss is wet and messy. There’s no way to be careful, not right now with her attention drawn elsewhere, but it doesn’t matter.
Cheryl rocks against her, shaky and uneven, and only when her whole body trembles against Toni’s does Toni drop the hand from Cheryl’s neck and pull back from the kiss. She marvels at the way Cheryl’s entire body moves as she gasps for air and at the flush across her cheeks. “Too much?” she asks—although, she already knows the answer. She drags her fingers out and runs them over Cheryl’s clit. Cheryl convulses and lets out a whimper before shaking her head. Her hair is a mess, disheveled against the bookshelf, and two books have fallen over by her left hand.
When Toni pushes back in, she’s almost certain that Cheryl is going to come, but before she can be proven right, a jingle from the front door jars them out of it. Toni’s hand stills for a moment, and Cheryl looks at her wide-eyed, as if she hadn’t considered the possibility of getting interrupted until now.
But she hasn’t come this close to give up.
Toni presses a finger to Cheryl’s lips, and when she starts fucking her again, hard enough to make the bookshelf sway, Cheryl bites her lip and chokes back a moan. It doesn’t take long before Cheryl comes, and Toni clasps her hand over Cheryl’s mouth, slowing down but not truly stopping until Cheryl shakes her head and jerks back, oversensitive.
Cheryl waits a moment, limp against the bookshelf before straightening herself up and smoothing out her hair. Without a word, she disappears to the front of the shop, and Toni lets out a shaky breath as she leans back against another bookshelf.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” she says, and lifts her fingers to her mouth, curious to taste.
Whoever Cheryl is helping must not have many questions because Toni cannot hear them speak beside a low murmur. And after a minute, she hears the jingle again.
She hears the click of Cheryl’s heels before Cheryl reappears. “That was bold of you,” she says and grins.
“What was it you said—seems a pity to waste a moment?” Toni wets her lips and speaks before she loses her nerve. “I want to ride your face.”
Cheryl flushes. “The floor isn’t exactly comfortable to kneel on. Can I—” She disappears, and for a moment, Toni is left standing there, unsure whether she overstepped. When Cheryl comes back, pillow in hand, Toni can’t help but laugh.
“Where’s that from?”
“Book nook three aisles down.” She chuckles and drops it on the ground before kneeling, tucking her legs underneath her. “Well, Ms. Topaz, I believe you were leading the way.”
Toni undoes the button and zipper of her pants. She tugs them down with her underwear and, as she looks around at the books surrounding them, feels suddenly exposed. She knows that should anyone else come, she might not be as lucky as Cheryl, and the uncertainty of it all sends a thrill down her spine.
They stand there for a moment, Cheryl’s eyes fixed at her cunt, and then she leans in and presses her tongue against Toni’s vulva and past until she’s left with Toni’s clit in her mouth. She runs her tongue over it twice carefully. Toni reaches down, weaving her fingers into Cheryl’s hair before tugging her head forward until her nose is pressed against her clit. When Cheryl’s tongue pushes inside of her, Toni’s head falls back, and her fingers tighten around Cheryl’s hair.
Toni rocks her hips without restraint. When Cheryl pulls back and sucks hard on Toni's clit, Toni tightens her grip and thrusts forward, earning a muffled shout of surprise from Cheryl. As best as she can, half-propped up by a bookshelf, Toni tries to set a pace, and it doesn't take long until she comes, Cheryl's face buried in her cunt, hidden. Only once she's come down, does she let go. Cheryl pulls back, heaving for air, her face slick from her nose to her chin.
It takes her a moment to feel steady enough to step back from the bookshelf, but when she does, Toni pulls up her underwear and pants and offers a hand to Cheryl. Cheryl accepts it.
“If you’ll excuse me, I have to clean up to be a bit more presentable to any potential customers.” She grins as she saunters off.
Toni takes a moment to collect herself and grabs her coat and backpack off the floor. When she gets back to the front of the store, she only has to wait for a moment before Cheryl appears, looking as pristine as she had when Toni entered.
“That was fast,” Toni remarks, and Cheryl smirks, though she says nothing.
“Would I be able to recommend you a book before you go, or would you take offense at the attempt to sell you on something?”
As much as she wants to be offended, Toni can’t find it in herself. “I suppose.”
Toni wants to laugh when Cheryl walks over to the lesbian pulp rack, but she has to admit that her curiosity is piqued. It takes Cheryl a moment to find when she’s looking for, but when she does, she lets out a pleased hum and turns around, hiding the book behind her back.
“Close your eyes. Consider it a surprise gift to your future self.” Toni sighs but obliges, waiting until Cheryl clears her throat to open them again. “Voilà.” She hands over a book, wrapped in kraft paper.
“I look forward to finding out, then.”
Although Toni opens her backpack and pulls out her wallet, Cheryl shakes her head. “I said it was a recommendation. I never said I expected you to purchase it.”
“I couldn’t possibly accept it.”
“It’s rude to reject gifts.”
Admitting her own defeat, Toni places it in her backpack and zips it back up. “This can’t be a good business model.”
“I think I’ll be fine.”
Toni wants to say more, but before she can, her phone buzzes. She pulls it out of her pocket and the text.
Fangs (11:21)
Ugly Mug Diner, 10 minutes.
“Your friends?” Cheryl asks.
“They want to grab breakfast.” Toni sighs and pockets her phone. “I can stop by later.”
“I’m sure we’ll see each other before you leave.” This isn’t the note she wants to leave it on, but Toni knows she doesn’t have much time to leave and make it to the restaurant.
“Thank you for the book,” she says again.
“My pleasure.”
She feels Cheryl’s eyes on her all the way out, but when she looks back from the doorway, Cheryl is gone.
- - -
“It’s just— Ha!” Toni stops in front of the alley way. The chalkboard sign is nowhere in sight, and she hopes that the store isn’t closed. They walk down the alley, but when they get to the end, they hit nothing but brick.
“Pretty sure this isn’t it,” Fangs says, and Toni frowns. She’s begins to think she might have mixed it up, but when she steps back out, she sees the bakery.
“This was it. I’m telling you,” she says as she steps back in towards Sweet Pea and Fangs. They glance at each other before bursting out laughing.
“Okay, you got us.” Sweet Pea lays a hand on her shoulder, and she angrily shrugs him off.
“I’m not kidding.”
“Then I don’t know what to tell you. Think Salem’s getting to you.” They begin to step out of the alley. Toni gives the wall one last glance and sighs before following. She doesn’t get more than two steps before a meow stops her, and when she looks down, she sees an orange cat seated in front of her.
As bizarre as it is, Toni is sure that the cat is making direct eye contact with her. It meows once more and rubs up against her before stepping past her. When she turns to look, the cat is nowhere in sight.
Toni sighs and looks around. “I swear I’m losing my mind,” she mutters.
And then it hits her. She opens her backpack, pulls the book out of it, and quickly tears the paper off. A drawing of Cheryl Blossom stares back at her from the cover of the novel, dressed in nothing but lacy lingerie and pointed hat. The title, in bright red, reads: The Witch’s Way.
“Toni, you coming?” Fangs yells. Toni smiles as she turns back and starts walking towards them.
au where toni is a barista and cheryl is an annoying regular
“That’s her,” Toni says, pointing as the door swings open and Cheryl walks in, shooing the man who holds the door open away with a flick of her wrist. “I told you, 8:30 sharp, every Wednesday and Friday. It’s the bane of my existence.”
“She doesn’t look that bad, T,” Fangs says. “Kind of hot. Your type too.”
“Yeah right.” Fangs opens his mouth to talk, but Toni cuts him off before he can. “Just wait.” Toni walks over to the counter and grimaces. She knows this routine well enough. Cheryl — if she’s not lying about her name for her order — scrolls through her phone for a minute at the front counter and smirks at something someone sent to her. When Toni clears her throat, the smirk turns into a scowl. “Can I help you?” Toni asks.
“I assumed you already knew my order by now.” Without looking up from her phone, she slides her card over. “I’ll have a —”
“Yeah, I know what you’re having,” Toni says, and slides the card through the reader that’s facing Cheryl.
She moves to the espresso machine to start on Cheryl’s order and throws a look at Fangs. “I see what you mean,” Fangs whispers. “Kind of bitchy.”
“More than kind of.”
Perhaps it’s just a coincidence, but Cheryl glances up. For a split second, Toni feels bad and offers her a tight-lipped smile, but Cheryl rolls her eyes, and the momentary guilt passes.
She finished up Cheryl’s order as Fangs helps another customer, and Fangs stares at the cup in confusion. “I thought her name was Cheryl.”
“It is.” Toni pushes on the lid tighter than he means to and almost drops the cup.
“That says Sherry.” Fangs furrows his brow.
“It sure does.” Toni sets the cup down next to Cheryl. “Here you go. Have a great day.” She knows it’s unprofessional, but she’s done caring about civility and her tone.
For the first time since she’s started coming to The Grind, Cheryl looks at her and pockets her phone. She doesn’t say anything for a moment, but it catches Toni off-guard how much a simple glare can unsettle her. “Sound carries easily in here, especially considering —” Cheryl motions around the coffee shop, which is empty except for two people on their laptops.
It takes Toni a moment to realize the implication of that, and she flushes as the guilt returns twofold. “I didn’t mean for you to hear that.”
“Yes, well, I did.” She crosses her arms across her chest, clearly waiting for an apology.
Toni genuinely wants to apologize, which is why the next words out of her mouth surprise even her. “You could be less rude.” She expects Cheryl to walk away, but Cheryl just smirks. In fact, if Toni didn’t know better, she would say the look is borderline impressed.
“Do you think I come here for the coffee?” she asks.
“I mean, I figured.”
“Yeah, well, you guessed wrong. It’s burnt half the time, and you don’t even have oat milk.”
“What coffee shop has oat milk?” Toni asks, but Cheryl ignores her and presses on.
“And don’t get me started on the rock-hard mess you call a scone.” Cheryl presses her lips together as if what she’s said has revealed some large truth, but Toni feels more confused than she did before.
“Okay, then why do you come here?”
For a few moments, Cheryl says nothing. If the expression on Cheryl’s face wasn’t edging on terrifying, Toni would ask. Thankfully, after a pause, Cheryl breaks the silence. “Do you think tips just randomly appear in the jar over there?”
Toni has never seen Cheryl put tips in the jar before, but she is pretty sure that has to be the implication. Before she has time to respond, Fangs steps between them to slide the next customer’s order to him. They both shift, and Toni takes the opportunity to look over at the tip jar. Sure enough, it has a five dollar bill that wasn’t there before.
“My god, you don’t pick up on anything, do you?” Cheryl asks.
“But I thought you hated me. You don’t even look at me when you place your order.” Toni’s head is spinning. It’s too much at once, and when Fangs bumps against her — not accidentally, Toni is sure — she sighs.
“Well, I was trying not to make it obvious. Besides, you look cute when you’re all puffed up and annoyed.” When Toni falters, Cheryl’s smirk widens. “Anyway, I’ve got to run. But feel free to call me.”
Toni reaches up and squeezes the bridge of he nose. It’s only when she hears the sound of the door shutting behind her, that she realizes that she doesn’t have any way of calling her. “Shit,” she mutters under her breath and steps out from behind the bar.
Before she reaches the door, though, Fangs calls her back. “I think this is for you.”
Toni turns around and sees Fangs holding up a napkin. On it is a number written in sharpie and a bright red lipstick stain. She crosses back and snatches it from Fangs’s hands. “Oh my god.” With Fangs’s eyes on her, she can feel her cheeks heating up.
“I thought she wasn’t your type,” he says, grinning.
The door swings open as another customer enters, and Toni smoothes her apron down and shoots him a glares. “Shut up.” She pockets the napkin and steps over to take another order.
i’ve written two choni oneshots with supernatural elements. in the first one, cheryl is a vampire, and in the second, she is a witch. i do love supernatural/magical fics, so i’d love to continue to make them.
for this au, toni is a well-known pirate and an expert navigator. there’s a legend about an island with shallow water and many rocks that many sailors have died attempting to reach. certain that there must be hidden treasure on it, toni goes to the island.
the island is idyllic without human life, but there is no treasure. instead, toni learns that the reason so many sailors have perished is because of cheryl, a siren who lives there. cheryl lures men who have harmed women to the shallow waters and to their death.
toni stays long enough to have quite the affair with cheryl. she’s charmed and enamored with her, but she supports a crew that she can’t abandon. the fic ends with toni telling cheryl that she’s leaving the island and cheryl smirking as she tells toni that she’ll be back.
send me a 💭, and i’ll share an idea for a story i’ve wanted to write but haven’t had time to.
Choni AU (sorry, I know you don’t watch Riverdale). I’ve had this idea in my head for a while, though, and that would be a good name.
Most, if not all of the characters we know are mages (unbeknownst to society, obviously). But there’s a weird royal system in place. Families like the Blossoms, the Lodges, and the Grandes (Elio) are royals and have a vast amount of power.
Toni practices magic in the streets as a busker of sorts, and one day Cheryl sees her. Toni thinks she’s about to get in vast amounts of trouble, as that is illegal, but Cheryl tells her she’s impressed and asks if she would be willing to serve as her personal guard.
The royals, it turns out, are being targeted, and several of them are being killed. Toni refuses at first, as obviously she doesn’t want anything to do with a family that screws over people like her. But after Cheryl’s brother Jason is killed, she goes and pledges to help her.
They get close, and she teaches Cheryl how to improve her magic as well. And she also meets Penelope and Clifford, who she innately doesn’t trust.
And it turns out her instincts are right because Penelope, Hiram, and several other royals have been in on this weird royal pruning process (I need to still come up with an exact reason). But ultimately, she and Cheryl have to run away when they realize they’re in danger, and they team together with other non-royals (and some well-meaning ones who have separated, like Veronica) to fight against them.
give me a fic title, and I’ll tell you what the fic would be.
choni college au. toni is a photography major who gets roped into doing photography at a burlesque event a friend of a friend—veronica lodge—put together. cheryl is a psychology and english major who gets roped into performing by said friend of a friend.
after the event, when editing, toni realizes the disproportionate amount of photos she has of cheryl and seeks her out through their mutual connection, jughead.
they strike up a flirtatious relationship and a genuine friendship. they quip a lot, but they also open up to each other. toni introduces cheryl to her family when they visit one weekend, and cheryl shares what happened with her twin brother, jason.
the tension between them is also undeniable, and they eventually hook up one night. cheryl tries to deny there’s anything there, and toni doesn’t want to play those games, so it takes a while for them to get over it, but, of course, they eventually do.
also, there would def be some rough sex because how can we have a title like that and not get some hickeys in there? 👀
give me a fic title, and I’ll tell you what the fic would be.
