#sweetpea x female reader imagine

[drabblesandimagines]

Swingin'

Leon Kennedy x female reader, established relationship, absolutely fluffy nonsense once again

“Stand here for me, ma’am.”

You giggle at the odd term of address as familiar hands maneuverer you forward into position by your hips, the owner of said hands stepping back in front of you when they seemed happy with your positioning.

“Now, put your left index finger on your nose.”

You roll your eyes. “You can’t seriously be making your girlfriend take a field impairment test.”

Leon crosses his arms, trademark smirk on his lips. “Oh, I’m serious, sweetheart. Left index finger – go.”

You swallow down a hiccup as you follow his order, finding your nose with ease and smile, triumphantly.

“Now with your right.”

That one doesn’t go as smooth, your finger sliding down the side and prodding yourself in the cheek before you reposition, finding it at last. “Oops.”

“Arms straight down by your sides.” You comply at once, straightening your posture as you do. “Place your left foot directly in front of your right, heel touching toes.”

That one is a little more tricky to follow, you admit, but you think you’ve nailed it after a little bit of shuffling, though your boyfriend doesn’t look entirely convinced.

“Walk forward – heel to toe every step and count aloud.”

“Heel to toe…” You mutter, looking down at your feet. “One.” You swing your right leg round a bit too dramatically and your foot lands too far in front of your left but you persevere.

“Two.” Another big step forward has you throwing your arms out for balance.

“Arms straight down by your sides, sweetpea.” Leon chides.

You huff, dropping them back down and scoot your foot backward, before stepping forward with the other. “Three…”

Unfortunately, you step too far off to the right, nearly losing your balance completely before Leon steadies you with a firm grip on your elbow.

“Yep, you are 100% not riding on the back.”

“But I promise to hold on real tight.” You press your face into his chest then, wrapping your arms around his waist in demonstration and giving a firm squeeze to show off your strength.

“Not a risk I’m willing to take.” Leon wraps his arms around you in return and presses a kiss to your crown. All it would take was for you to let go around a corner and…

He shudders, can’t even bear to imagine any further. Nope, not happening.

“I’m sorry.” Your words are muffled, feeling like an annoyance. “I really didn’t think I’d drank that much.”

And you hadn’t, it had only really hit you when you’d exited the bar into the fresh air to meet Leon on the sidewalk. He’d parked his bike a block or so away from the venue and that short, stumbled walk had set alarm bells ringing.

“I’m sure you didn’t, little lightweight that you are.” He teases. “Come on, it’s not too far a walk from here anyway – might help you sober up.”

You pull your head back and look up at him, brows furrowed. “What about your bike?”

He looks at it – his prized Ducati, security lock already in place from when he left it to walk towards the bar – and shrugs. “I can get it in the morning.”

“Uh-uh,” you step back, Leon loosening his arms as you do but still keeping you close. “You take the bike and I’ll walk home. Ooh, I could jog alongside!”

Leon smiles in amusement, but shakes his head. “Not happening.”

You look down at your feet, double-checking you were in fact wearing flats and not heels when Leon doesn’t take you seriously. He’s in his military-grade boots, as usual. You’re not sure how they can be comfortable to walk in, steel-capped toes, but he never seems to complain.

“Okay, how about you wheel it home as I walk?”

“Why are you so concerned about me leaving my bike?”

“Are you kidding me? You have the worst luck with it. If you leave it here, it’ll get stolen or hit by a truck, or… struck by lightning.”

“And my insurance covers all of those.” He turns you, gently, one arm snug around your waist and encourages you to take a step forward. “Come on, let’s get home.”

You wrap an arm tentatively around his waist in return and only make it a few steps before your insecurities arise. “Leon…”

“Mm?”

“Are you mad at me?”

“Not at all, sweetheart.” He squeezes your hip in reassurance. “Why would I be? You had fun, right?”

“Yeah, I did.” You nod, thinking back over the evening. You’d met up with your friends to catch-up over some cocktails, a rare evening where you’d all happened to be free. “It was so nice seeing them all. Tabitha’s been through two boyfriends since the last time we managed it.”

“She still dating jerks?” He frowns, familiar with her tales of dating woe.

“Sadly. Are you sure there’s no suitable guys at your work?”

“Oh, I’m one of a kind, baby,” he chuckles. “Don’t wanna set her up for disappointment.”

“Maybe this one will be diff… Ooh, look!” You point just up ahead, your attention span apparently at an all-time low. “They finally finished the renovations!”

The playpark had been taped off for a while – the equipment old and outdated and more than a little bit dangerous. You pull away from him and race through the gate, making a beeline for the swings. Leon jogs behind you, stopping a few feet in front of the swing-set and places his hands on his hips as you plonk yourself down and kick your feet against the fresh tarmac.

“I don’t think you’re the demographic they’re looking for, sweetheart.”

“Says you.” You tease, the agent having a handful of more years on you. “When’s the last time you sat on a swing anyway?”

“I dunno, 30 years ago?”

“Long overdue.” You jerk your head at the swing besides you. “Bet I can swing higher than you can.”

He tilts his head and smiles. “I’m sure you can.”

“Leon, come on.” You pout, scuffing your soles on the tarmac again as you swing half-heartedly back and forth. “Please?”

How could he ever say no to that face?

He rolls his eyes and walks over to the swing, sitting down heavily as instructed, wrapping his fingers around the chains. “Happy?”

“Uh-uh, not until you swing, Kennedy.” You kick your feet against the ground in demonstration, picking up some height and speed as Leon follows suit.

You look at him and grin as the two of you begin to swing in sync, getting higher and higher. Leon’s smile only grows wider as the wind rushes through his hair.

It takes him back for a moment – back to before he knew what Umbrella and BOWs were. He still has his jokes, of course, but it had been a while since he’d allowed himself to be a little bit silly.

You just make it far too easy.

He scuffs his boots against the ground to slow down his movement and watches as you follow suit, tilting your head in concern.

“You okay?”

“Mm-hm. Come here,” he pats his lap and you jump off mid-swing, somehow managing to keep upright. Leon rolls his eyes and stops his swing completely as you step over and drop yourself sideways onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck for stability.

“I can’t ride on the back of your bike, but I can sit on your lap whilst you swing, huh?”

“Uh-uh,” he lets go of the chain and cups your face. “I just wanted a kiss.”

He closes the gap then with a soft kiss, one full of utter adoration – not too firm, but one that makes your scalp tingle as his lips caress yours, over and over.

He pulls away to lean his forehead against yours.

“I love you, sweetheart. Thanks for keeping me young.”

You let go of his neck to pat his chest, chidingly. “Come on, you’re not that old. You were swinging pretty high.”

“Yeah, guess I was.” The cocky grin crosses his face then. “Higher than you, actually.”

“Uh-uh”, you shake your head, adamantly. “You just think that cos you’re a little bit taller.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

But he’s lost you, your attention fixed on something over his shoulder. “Ooh, they’ve got a new slide too!”

You make Leon try every piece of play equipment before finally heading home, but his smile never drops.

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dad's bestfriend no outbreak!joel miller x female!reader

warnings / smut. mentions of masturbation. p in v. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, don't be a goofy goober). semi-public sex (in the backyard, poor neighbors). dacryphilia-ish. dub-con/non-con elements (?). age gap (reader is like 18-20s jus cus there’s mentions of graduations. joel is like 40s-ish.) no outbreak / pre outbreak. pet names (sweets, sweetpea n kiddo but not during the sex). grumpy!joel. old!joel. dad's best friend!joel (the old favorite trope). pervy!joel (?). pervy!reader (?). fem!reader. afab!reader. very obviously not a classy party

you shouldn't be feeling not thinking this way about your dad's bestfriend, who's been like a second dad to you your whole life. but oh— the way he talks, the way he walks, that texan accent that you can't help but imagine what it be like head pushed into a mattress as he thrust himself into yo– "kiddo." joel tapped his finger on the table, his oh so sexy texan accent ringing you back into reality. "your dad wants you to stay with me 'nd sarah 'til he gets back from the city."

you nodded, wasn't unusual either way, eating breakfast with the miller's, but a whole week, breakfast, lunch and dinner with joel? god— how the hell where you supposed to huddle into a piece of his clothing, using your finger as if it was his own on your pearl. wearing the skirt you know is to short for anyone, knowing your father would disagree with them. "m'kay." you mumbled, spoon in your mouth as you delivered the frosty flakes to your mouth.

"when you gonna be back?" you asked, maybe in hope to get some down time while he's gone– not to mention when sarah's gone.

"oh, i'm off today," he said gruffly, eyeing you from across the table, "uncle tommy is gon' drop off sarah today." he sipped out the cup of black coffee, which just made you shudder in disgust, black coffee? disgusting.

"oh, cool." shoulder sagging slightly, cursing at yourself silently for touching your self so much it became a routine. a daily one. chewing at your bottom lip immediately going back to eating your frosty flakes. you stood up, the chair moving, scraping against the floor as it pushed away from you. after you waved sarah goodbye, it was in for a long, boring day. you couldn't play with yourself, and sarah was out until three-four o'clock today.

joel huffed gruffly, "hey kid." your attention snapped to him, looking at him with big eyes, "i was wonderin' if you wanted to help me outside to get ready for the cook out tonight?" eagerly, you nodded, "then go get me the buns, sweets." he gestured towards the pantry. watching the way your body swayed, the way your ass peaked out that skirt that you fruitlessly had been trying to tug down all morning.

his pants tightened, his bulge growing slightly larger under the revalation. he opened the sliding door, stepping out to get a breath of fresh air, and to work on the grill. as you stepped out with the hamburger and hot dog buns, his eyes dilated at your thighs, specifically where your skirt rising as you walk to the picnic table. he walked over to you, muttering with a thick texan accent, "thanks kiddo."

"'m not a kid" you huffed, "i literally jus' graduated!"

"so grown up aren'tcha babes?" he hissed, something in him, just— snapped. watching you in that skirt, watching you prance around so innocently when you're not. "then why ain't you workin'? why you still livin' with your daddy?" joel stepped in front of you, nudging you into the side of the wooden picnic table. "grown up my ass— 'cause you may be graduated but i don't ever want you to cock a damn attitude with me 'cause you all big 'n grown up."

you nodded, sucking in your stomach, a poor attempt to make yourself smaller, but in the revelation making your back painfully press against the table. "i'm s-sorry—" you whimpered, fingers latching onto his plaid long-sleeved shirt as you shifted to onto the table, legs spread around joel.

"damn right your sorry—" he gritted, as he slowly gave into his primal urges, pulling your skirt away from your body, the frilly little thing pooling at your ankles. what was he thinking? he wasn't. not one thought in that head of his. but those lace underwear— you weren't even trying to fight back! you probably wanted it, whether you admitted it or not.

"joel—" you whimpered, "i think— i want you."

"i know you do." he pulled the lace away, just enough space for his painfully hard cock. he slowly undid his belt, watching your nervous gaze, "what? ain't ever see a man's cock before?" he said, "probably used to seein' 'em tiny little things, ain'tcha sweets?"

you nodded as he set his belt beside you, it wasn't necessarily living out your dreams of being forced into the mattress, but it's joel. and he's got you wrapped around his finger. or his cock. his once belted up jeans now unbuttoned, pulled at his ankles, followed by his boxers. his harden cock, already leaking of precum, perked up. joel swiped his finger over the tip, swiping the precum on his index finger.

your eyes followed followed his movements eagerly, watching how he lined himself up to jerk into your tight hole, his free hand gripping your thigh as he pushed himself in you, "fuck—" he hissed, "s'damn tight, shoulda lubed up."

the first noise that left your lips was a whimper, he was way too big for you. "quit your bitchin' sweets, not even half way in ya yet."

your fingers gripped his shoulders, "then go all the way in!" you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to avoid the tears, he hurt. bad. his took his thumb and caressed your cheek, finally filling you up with his cock. he was bigger than most people you'd been with, part of it because he was more developed than most men you'd been with. but that's not to be worried about yet, anyways.

a soft whimper, along with a slight tear sliding down your cheek, "cryin' f'me?" joel grunted in your ear, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pounded into your tight hole. "good, 'cause your my girl."

oh you where so tight, he was about to spill in you right then and there, like a virgin-kind of tight. like all the guys you'd been with had been small. "fuck— you tryin' to slice my dick off?"

he had you seeing stars with every little thrust, until he spilled his warm seed in you, guess who needs plan b now. "fuck!" he groaned out as you let out a moan of pleasure, tears rolling down your cheek as he pulled out of you, tugging his boxers back up, than his jeans.

you slumped against him while he had his belt unbuckled but through his loops. "if you wanted to be fucked by your old man, you shoulda asked." his fingers ran through your hair as he redressed you like you where a doll.

picking you up bridal style, carrying you into the house. he walked to the couch, setting you on it gently, draping a blanket on you. "did s'good." he whispered gently, his rough calloused fingers treading through your hair softly.

when sarah arrived home, the adler's told her to 'be careful, sounded like there where animals in the backyard.' but if only they knew it wasn't animals going at it.

[brights-place]

hello hello!!

I was wondering if you could write a brozone (+ poppy and viva) x sister reader where the reader is a current / retired bounty hunter!

Thanks! 🤗

The Bounty Sister

Pairings: Poppy & Reader, Viva & Reader Warnings: Fluff, Bounty Hunter sister A/N: Poppy, Viva are such sweetpeas so imagine the two energetic girls having an older sister who is all serious and tough but snarky who is also a bounty hunter! it's such fun to write

- “what you mean we have another sister who’s the oldest?! Like older than you?!” Poppy squealed as Viba nodded “By three years! You may know her as the fearless bounty hunter the Female bounty hunter that can catch anything and anyone !!” Viva said dramatically and proudly hands on her hips “We can see her if you want? Viva questioned before smiling softly "she'll be at this bounty hunter bar I think?" - Poppy's eyes sparkled not only did she have one sister but two! and a bounty hunter by that !! - When first arriving to the Bounty hunter bar the two sat down on a table waiting for their sister - the sound of someone chuckling and kicking open the bar door was heard as you stood their holding your lasso as you chucked a wanted troll in "Add another one to the board! I'm catchin these guys left and right" A enthusiastic laugh was heard as Poppy and Viva snapped their heads towards the noise as they smiled excietdly seeing the f/c hair troll - So when poppy first met her older sister (name) she got excited going to hug you but when viva whispered to her "Not yet we gotta surprise her!" - Lets say you got jumped by the two as you chuckled patting their shoulders confused and asking them about pop village as they ask about you being a bounty hunter

- TIME FOR THE HEADCANNONS - Whenever they want to visit and your free the bar could become a regular hangout spot for thethree of you so you three could spend time together there sharing stories and experiences from when you guys were apart - You like teach Poppy and Viva some self-defense and combat techniques such as throwing a punch or using a lasso which they find fun - You would be tapping your leg when hearing pop music you still enjoyed it but not THAT much like the others since your taste in genre's have expanded due to being a bounty hunter - Poppy and Viva love hearing the stories you have to share and smile happily -  Poppy and Viva would frequently team up to play pranks on you as you would pretend to be annoyed but secretly find it amusing seeing your younger sisters have fun - After a long day of bounty hunting you would make candy bracelets with Viva and poppy who get all excited spending time with you - You would sit down with the two and gossip or talk about recent things you heard. Mostly Poppy rambling about Branch which causes you to always snicker at your younger sister - Poppy has polaroid every time you guys hangout which is annoying but she loves it - Despite tyour playful bickering you three would always protect each other and stick up for one another when needed.

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[slasherrabbitmadness]

Hi dear! I’m not too sure if this is too specific or odd for you to write, but if not may I request Vincent comforting his pregnant s/o after Bo makes a rude comment about their baby bump size? Thank you so much and take care 💕

Anon, I'd love to do more 'mature' kind of stuff like pregnancy and other related kinks -Lactation kink and such- This fic is just fluff though! Take care of yourself and thank you! 🐇💕

Vincent Sinclair x Female Reader (Pregnant Reader)

Underthecut - Fluff, Angst, Jonesy being a good girl, Pregnancy stuff, Bo being a dick, Mentions of Killing and noncon (Brief and not with the reader)

"You know, I wouldn't doubt if half of that bump was from all that food you've been eatin." Bo snarked as he caught you mid-waddle down the streets of Ambrose with Jonesy in tow.

Jonesy whined and gave Bo a soft ruff. Her wet nose tickled your fingers.

You froze. Shoulders slumped as you spoke with a vulnerable tone, "I'm pregnant you backwoods bastard." The tears welled up, bottom lip trembled as he shuffled back to the house of wax.

Bo hollered out to you, "Aw, c'mon, sweetpea! I'm just messin around!" Jonesy, tell er!"

Jonesy barked and growled at Bo as you two made your way up the street.

Every sniffle and tear made you feel like shit as if you didn't already. "Thanks, Jonesy." You patted her head, "God, your uncle sure is a dick. And he's basically my stupid brother-in-law"

You broke out into a sob, Jonesy pressed her weight against your legs, her whines telling you she understood. Might not fully understand why you were upset, but upset nonetheless.

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Vincent busied himself with his latest creation, a teddy. He wanted it to be perfect. It was for her firstborn child after all, and that little munchkin deserved the best.

The best...

He pounded, a slight frown as he sat back in his chair. Could he give the best? Could he give his child everything their little heart desired? Realistically he knew no parent could.

It still ate away at him. Festered deep within him after the rush of excitement at the pregnancy news had worn off.

It had taken months of talking to calm him down about his appearance. Would the baby be scared of him? Screech and scream as he neared, as he neared you.

"Vincent, the baby doesn't know the concept of 'normal' They'll simply see you as their father."

He wanted to cry when you spoke those words to him.

He wasn't usually soft, years all walls being put up made him cold and calculating. No one was to tear them down.

No one but you.

"Vincent, stop worrying. Things will work out, you and Bo have been at this whole thing for years now. Sure a Baby is hard work but, we can do it."

More words replayed in his head,

"You know, Vince, I'm just as nervous. I too worry if I'll be good enough."

He cursed himself, he wished he could verbally to you just how amazing you'll be. How beautiful you look pregnant and how much more you'll look while carrying the baby in your arms.

He knows you'll look pregnant while you breastfeed, how naturally it will come to you. How the baby will cry when out of your arms.

Prayed the baby would never cry in his arms. Prayed you were right and the baby just saw him as a dad. Not some freak.

"The mask will scare him, Vince. So don't wear it around the baby!"

Vincent shook his head, snapped his attention back to the little teddy bear he was working on.

It had beige fur with buttons for eyes. Two blue-coloured buttons to match his eyes. A white snout with a sewn-in pink nose. It had a little black side smile, like the one you gave him when you were being smart with him.

Vincent perked up, the sound of his two favourite girls entering through the basement door elated him.

"Vincent?"

his heart stopped as your wobbly voice carried down the stairs.

"Vincent, I need you."

Vincent moved quicker than he could have imagined. A hand ran over Jonesy as he dashed up the stairs to place his large hand on your belly.

"Is...it...time?" He coughed as he held a powerless look. His heart sank as he watched the tears freely flow from your eyes, down your delicate cheeks.

"No, it was," A hiccup and a long sniffle, "Bo. He implied I looked fat!"

You collapsed into Vincent's arm with an audible thud, your heavy sobs muffled as you buried your face into his chest.

Vincent rolled his one eye and scooped you up. He bit his lip, his unscared cheek went pink as his chest rumbled.

He set you down on the bed next to Jonesy. He playfully shook his head as he looked down at you.

"What? Go kick his ass!"

Vincent clenched his chest, a wide smile, soft huffs from his mouth, he was laughing, to the best of his ability.

"It's not funny, Vince! You don't say that to a pregnant lady!"

He knew you were right, Bo shouldn't have said it. Was still funny how your hormones got the best of you. Normally if Bo would say such a thing to you, it would turn into a full-on verbal showdown.

Vincent sat behind you on the bed, pulled you into his chest, rested his chin on your shoulder as he pulled up the large t-shirt you wore. His. To rub your swollen belly.

You shifted uncomfortably as his fingers traced over your stretch marks. A slight whimper as his free arm wrapped itself around your chest, "Vinny, those are sore too," You gestured towards your breasts.

"M..sorry." He eased up but kept your firm against him.

His gentle strokes on your tummy, a figure pattern on your large baby bump had you sigh, your muscles eased as you shimmied closer in his arms.

The heat rose to your face, "Thanks, Vinny." You kissed his cheek, "I'm not fat?"

He coughed in an attempt to chuckle, "No...You...look beautiful."

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"Hey," You shuffled around Jonsey, an impromptu dance as you kept giggling when she pushed her snout under your large shirt. Her wet, cold nose on your sensitive skin making you shriek and jump. "I think she's excited for the baby!"

Vincent sat on the large rock outside, his sketchbook in hand, the charcoal dusting his fingers as he captured the scene in front of him.

Each stroke was careful, each tiny detail was deliberate.

The way you moved in tandem with Jonesy was captured on the worn page.

"Well?" You shot him a look before you screamed, Jonesy's wet nose making contact with your belly. "You think she's excited or what?"

His smile made your chest tingle, your heartbeat out of synch for a few beats.

"You excited to meet your baby sister or brother?" Jonesy sneezed, her tail whipped about like a weed wacker gone loose. Her brown eyes held a warmth to them.

That was it.

Vincent worked furiously on the page, the way his two favourite girls shared a moment made his creativity course through him.

He silently cursed Bo. This would be a perfect opportunity to captured these moments on camera. But, "Hey, I need a momento of me and this blonde!" If momento he meant a porno slash snuff film...well fuck him then.

Maybe it was fair. He did hog the camera. From making Sex tapes with you, from basic sex to one long video of him drugging you and dressing you up. Many videos featuring the aftermath of his kills.

"Vincent!"

your voice snapped him out of his recollection.

"Vincent!" The way you joyously called to him as Jonsey greedily kissed your tummy with her nose had him carefully set down the sketchbook. "You better get over here!"

He grabbed you, you back against his chest as he held up your bump. The way he sighed and leaned back told him the action was appreciated. But, it held you in place and, allowed Jonesy to give you all the kisses she wanted.

"Vincent!"

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Sex on Fire - 2

Co-written with @radaofrivia​

Characters: AU Captain Syverson - Gynaecologist, dr. Syverson x female reader

Word count: 2.322

Warnings: NSFW! Smut. Smut, smut, smutty smut smut. Masturbation. Bodily liquids. Angst. Tears. Fluff.

Author’s note: This story was co-written with the lovely @radaofrivia​​ - who wrote like 95% of the story!

This story is dedicated to all the women who struggles with pain. It doesn’t matter where that pain is, but know that you are not alone.

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Warm woody notes mixed with spices and a touch of...what was that? A crisp, clean scent. Something fruity. A touch of apple notes and his manly, earthly scent. That’s how he smelled. Nuzzling in his neck, your mouth hovered over his skin, sensing the thrum of his pulse pecking your lips with every heartbeat. Your fingers scratched small circles on his bearded cheek idly, mapping the jawline of this man who was just a stranger to you a few hours ago. And yet, this stranger made you feel so safe. Safer than the last man you’d had sex with, an ex who was supposed to have loved and protected you, but instead left you heartbroken and untrusting.

“So, will you tell me about your theses?” you urged him to talk after a moment of silence.

“Are you sure you wanna hear about them?” he huffed an amused smile.

“Of course! The covers look so tempting.”

“Tempting is one way to describe it.”

“What are they about?”

“How about you take a guess.” He looked at you, a mischievous grin forming on his face.

“I don’t think it’s about how you grow a peach tree, right?” You felt his body shake as he chuckled at your amusing comment.

“I haven’t heard that before. Good one.”

“So, what are they about?” you asked impatiently.

“Sex.” He said with such ease and simplicity.

“Sex? You mean how to have sex?”

“Among other things, yes.”

“What other things?”

“The first three are focused on oral sex, female pleasure, and sensuality.”

“And the rest?”

“The fourth one is about sexual intercourse, focussing on the woman,” he explained calmly.

“Are all your books centred on female pleasure?”

“Mmhm.”

“Why?’

“I’m a gynaecologist, remember?” 

“Exactly. Why write about sex when you have so much medical stuff to write about?”

“Because I wanted to break the taboo around female sexual pleasure. While men are very confident and vocal about their pleasure and sensuality, women’s expression of pleasure is still criticised and scandalised. And believe me, when I say, there’s nothing more beautiful than a woman who owns her body and pleasure to the fullest.” His answer knocked the breath out of you, leaving you staring at him like he was a unicorn.

“What? I love women,” he felt like he had to justify his choice by the way you were looking at him. But you were beaming at him.

“Why?”

“Most of my life I have been surrounded by women. I grew up in a household full of women, you know. The receptionist earlier, that was my younger sister, who is here to spy on me by the orders from our mother.” You let out a hearty laughter.

You started to relax. Your shoulders slumping down instead of being tense. Lucas could feel that you were letting your guard down, you were making room for him, for him to make you feel safe and protected. Your smile was much more natural than the forced ones you had sent him earlier. There was a light behind your eyes, like the spark of life was starting to shine brighter again. So beautiful…

His knuckles ran over your jawline, the feathery touch leaving a burning feeling in its wake. You gasped when you felt his fingers pushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear and then let his hand travel down the curve of your neck. A shiver went down your spine, making you move closer to him like you were cold. A sweet, soft smile spread across his chiselled face.

“I know how to warm you up,” he whispered, as his lips neared yours, you could feel his warm breath on your face before you closed the distance to meet him in a blissful encounter. 

His body was tense but yet he was so calm. His breathing was coming out in slow puffs. You could feel his hard erection poking your soft bottom. His hands were roaming all over your body as you continued to kiss him, putting your palms on his bearded cheeks to deepen the kiss. A kiss you never wanted to end. You wanted to be in this happy bubble with him, the man who was the calm to your storm.

If you continued kissing him like you wanted to, you would have to go all the way with him. Were you ready for it?

Lucas could feel your muscles tensing. It was like he could read your mind. A frown showing on his forehead as he broke the kiss, gasping for air.

“Do you want to do this?”

You stared into his eyes. For a moment there, your fear and self-doubt consumed you. What if you couldn’t do it? What if he hurt you? 

Lucas noticed the change in your features, your eyes tearing up. The slight tremor running down your body. You averted your eyes from his gaze, but he nudged your chin with his finger bringing your eyes back to him.

“What is it, sweetpea?”

“If only, I had met you in another life. If only, I wasn’t broken…” your voice faltered.

“You are not broken. This is a way for your body to protect you from pain. It is a defence mechanism. None of it is your fault.”

You watched him with awe as he took the huge burden off your shoulders. You heard his words in your head: you are not broken. The way he talked about what had been pestering your mind for years made it seem smaller, less scary. Your expression changed from one of self-pity to determination. Swiftly, you stood up from his lap, grabbing his wrist and guiding him to the couch. He followed you, looking a little bit lost.

“What…?”

“I want you, now!”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure in my life.” A soft velvety chuckle left his mouth at your resolve. A couple of steps before you reached the couch, you felt him tug you and push you against his body, kissing you hungrily, leaving you breathless and lightheaded. He leaned his forehead against yours.

“I’ve never wanted something more in my life like the way I want you right now.” You gasped at his words, feeling your knees go weak.

“Can I ask for a favour?” your voice almost a whimper.

“Of course.”

“If this is a dream, please don’t wake me up.” Another warm laughter escaped him, looking at you softly, tenderly, his eyes full of admiration.

“You are something else, bug.”

You stood there staring at him, wondering how this man could be real. The way he looked at you, touched you, made you feel desired. It was insanely powerful, intoxicating and potentially addictive. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him into a passionate kiss. His hands came to your nape pulling you closer to him, deepening the kiss. You started moving backwards like you were slow dancing and lowered your bodies sitting on the couch behind you, without breaking contact.

“How do you want me?” you asked him tentatively, needing his guidance to position yourself.

“I want you open, without fear,” he murmured on your lips. Once again, he stole the breath out of you. He pushed you back gently to lie down on the couch.

“Show me how you please yourself,” his voice was kind and full of understanding. You felt a little shy pleasuring yourself with an audience, but you had decided to leave your fears behind and nothing could stop you, not even yourself.

He noticed the hesitation in your eyes and said:

“It’s for science,” making you laugh out loud, lifting the pressure off of the moment. He could feel the air around you decompress as he watched you bring your hand over your mound, massaging the soft area over your pubic bone and then run your fingers along your inner lips. You slid your fingers over the sides of your clit, stroking up and down, finding a rhythm that made you feel good. His eyes were transfixed on the motion of your hand. He bit his lip trying to keep himself from throwing himself on you. His hands were itching to touch you, and you saw his fists clench trying to reclaim his self-control. 

You took in the image of the mess you left him in from your previous love-making. His once crisp, smart, white shirt, now crinkled and ripped open, letting his taut hairy chest show, his jeans open, and his hair tousled and unruly by your wild hands.

“Take off your clothes. I need to see all of you,” you said in a needy way. He glanced at you with wide hungry eyes, his breath hitching at your command. He slid his palm under your knee, lifting your leg to rest on his shoulder, taking his time to kiss and nibble on the tender flesh of your inner thigh, making you gasp. Then, he brought it over his head, maintaining eye contact with you, so he could stand and execute your order. His massive frame towered over you, as he removed his shirt, tossing it behind him haphazardly and then moved to his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers, letting them fall around his feet. He toed out of his shoes and trousers, allowing you to admire his sculpted body in all its naked glory.

He kneeled back on the couch, draping your body with his, to catch your mouth in a bruising kiss. You loved the sensation of his warmth and weight on you. With your hand still between your legs, you ran your fingers over your slit, smearing your wetness on your clit, intensifying the pressure on your nub, picking up the pace to find your release. But you didn’t want to come alone.

“Touch yourself,” you breathed on his lips, stealing a gasp from him. “Show me how turned on you are for me.” Propping himself on one strong arm, he ran his hand over his throbbing hard-on, pumping his shaft languidly, his eyes piercing into your soul.

“Damn love, you’re killing me,” he moaned on your temple, breathing you in, “without even laying a hand on me.” His hot breath on your face and his soft baritone in your ear unleashed the fire that built up in you, bringing you to your climax, turning you into a hot, whimpering mess. Your soft moans and cries were his undoing, as he followed you to his release, spilling his cum on your stomach.

He laid spent on top of you, trying to catch his breath, his arms around your shoulders holding you tight onto him. You returned his warm embrace, snaking your arms around his lean waist, cherishing the way your body fit together like two puzzle pieces. Coming down from your high, your breaths calmed down and synchronized, taking in each other’s air.

He nuzzled on your shoulder, his beard tickling your collarbone, feeling so soft and rough against your skin. He lifted his head, facing you, and pecked gently at the corner of your mouth. He looked between your bodies at the sticky mess he had made.

“Let me clean you up,” he said, his voice weary and gruff, pushing himself off of you and making way to find some wet wipes. Coming back to you, he found you running your fingers on your stomach absentmindedly, spreading his semen on your pads and staring at them with a smirk on your face. His voice brought you back from your daze.

“Why do you have to be so hot?” You looked up at him seeing a huge grin on his face.

“It comes naturally to me,” you laughed, making space for him to sit next to you. He took your hand in his and wiped off your fingers one by one carefully, and then moved to your stomach. You could swear that the way he looked after you were the hottest thing you had ever witnessed and nobody could convince you that this wasn’t part of his foreplay.

“There, all clean and fresh.”

“Where have you been all my life?” you blurted out without even thinking. Lucas chuckled.

“With my nose buried in books. You might not have noticed me.”

“Seriously, do you really want me to believe that a man like you can go unnoticed?” He opened his mouth to say something but stopped. He stared at you for a moment with a lopsided grin on his lips.

“I like your boldness.”

“My boldness and I come as a package deal.” Although you smiled, the tone of your voice gave off a hint of sadness in your comment.

“Hey, what is it?” he nudged your chin towards him so you could gaze into his eyes.

“It’s just that…” you sighed and closed your eyes, trying to find the courage to tell him what was in your heart. “Men don’t usually don’t like it when women voice their opinions. It’s one of my many flaws and the reason why no one wants to be with me, well one of the reasons.”

Lucas pulled you up to sit in his lap, hugging all the anxiety and negativity out of you.

“Babe, most men are assholes,” his voice sounded so sad. He was sad for you and wished he could fight the demons you were carrying, but that was your fight only and he could only stand by your side and be supportive.

“You’re the only one who sees me, Luc. The real me.”

“Well, I had the privilege to grow up with three sisters, who were all mouthy, bold, strong women and the type kinda grew on me.”

“It’s overwhelming how fast you gained my trust. Is that even normal?”

“Who are we to define what’s normal or not?”

“Indeed,” you said contemplatively.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes, sure.”

“I know we started off quite untraditionally, but… would you go on a date with me?”

[trulycevans]

wrong place, wrong time: a quarantine tale

Warnings: nothing really just a whole lot of fluff

Summary: Quarantine with your best friend was only going to go smoothly, right?

Words: 1k

Pairing: Chris Evans x female!Reader

Requested: a fluffy quarantine imagine [Anon]

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“You’ve gotta come and stay with me,” your best friend smiled concernedly at you. 

“No, Chris I couldn’t do that to you, I don’t wanna burden you” You sighed, moving your phone in your hand as you leant down to pick up your tea from coffee table in your small apartment. You eyed Chris as he shook his head rubbing his face slightly with his hand. Even through FaceTime you could see his frustration with your stubbornness. 

Chris had been your best friend since he’d met you on a press tour for Captain America: The Winter Solider. Little did he know however that ever since you’d first laid eyes on him you’d been practically in love with him. The idea of spending quarantine with him while a dream come true was worrying you. Would it make you fall harder for him? Would spending so much time with him change your friendship forever? 

You were snapped back into reality when he spoke, “You could never burden me, come on. This house is too big to be alone in for who knows how long. I could do with the company. You’re my best friend Sweetpea.” He cheekily grinned at you, knowing his affectionate nickname for you could get you to do anything he pleased.

“Okay, fine” You exhaled and he grinned at you, "When can you get here?” He questioned. 

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Day 1

Arriving in Boston felt like a whirlwind, you had been so busy the last few days planning your move to ensure you could get there before the country went into lockdown that you hadn’t had time to think about the feeling of actually being with Chris. 

It had been so long since you had managed to see each other, with him setting up A Starting Point as well as manoeuvring his other projects and you working full time it had been so difficult to actually fit each other in. But watching your best friend from the passenger seat of his car felt at last like being home. His grey sweater hugged his form perfectly, his beard framing his face making his features softer. You gulped with the realisation that you had it so bad for your best friend. What had you gotten yourself into?

Wanting to distract yourself from your dizzying thoughts you peered over to the speedometer, “Watch your speed” You warned, “Don’t want your last drive before we’re trapped inside to be one where you get a ticket now do we?” You teased, watching as he chuckled and eased his foot onto the brake. 

The rest of that day you spent filling in the gaps of each others lives since the last point you’d seen one another. Before drifting off on the sofa, Dodger curled on your laps, the faint sound of the TV lulling you both to sleep. 

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Day 8 

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Chris’ Boston accent drawled, “There is no way I’m getting my left leg to blue!” 

“Have you sacrificed all flexibility to be that muscular! Come on dude!” You giggled, as you watch him try to move his leg. Chris was towering over you as your bodies tangled together while playing Twister. You watched as he tried to stretch his toes to get his foot to blue, but he crippled and fell on top of you with an almighty ‘Oof’ escaping from the both of you followed by your laughter. 

“I definitely win” You grinned, as Chris sat up from crushing you with his bodyweight. “Yeah, yeah” He dismissed you, offering you a hand to help you up. “Remind me to never get the Twister board out again” He scoffed as you both folded it away.

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Day 27

Sitting at Chris’ kitchen table with your laptop and numerous sheets of paperwork around you was a daily occurrence during quarantine. You would spend your days working and evenings cuddling with your best friend. Your suppressed feelings for him only growing. Lunch time rolled around and so you started cooking some pasta for yourself and Chris. Your phone buzzed and you glanced over:

cevans ✧: I was thinking about making some coffee soon, do you want some? :)

You smiled turning off the stove and plating up the pasta. You began your descent of the stairs, the two bowls held firmly in your hands. Approaching the door you smiled hearing his voice softly on the other side. Not wanting to disturb him if he’s busy you placed the plates onto the side table, then reaching to open the door quietly. 

“I don’t know Scott, she just couldn’t love me the same way that I love her” Your breath hitched in your throat at his words, surely he wasn’t talking about you?

“Of course she loves you like that,” Scott’s voice echoed, “The moment I saw you guys together I knew she did” 

“Yeah, but what about her co-worker, Ryan” Chris spat your co-workers name venomously. 

“Do you really think that [Y/N] wants anyone else but you? She’s quarantining in your house for goodness sake...” He sighed. “Look, all I’m saying is this much alone time with her won’t come around again anytime soon. Take advantage of it, before it’s too late.” You knocked lightly on the door, you heard Chris fumbling to hang up the call with his brother as he raced to the door. The moment it opened you leaned up pressing your lips to his lightly, your hand resting on his cheek. At first he was startled, but soon melted into the kiss placing his palms onto your waist. After what felt like the best few minutes of your life he slowly pulled away resting his forehead onto yours. 

“I guess I wasn’t as quiet as I thought I was?” He chuckled nervously. 

“It was more of a wrong place wrong time kind of thing” You smiled, turning to gesture to the pasta that was likely cold by now. 

“I would say it was more of a right place, right time thing” He smiled, leaning down and pressing another kiss to your now swollen lips.

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[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Hey I hope Your weekend is doing good What Riverdale imagines is coming up soon

Hi! It's been good, yeah!! How has yours been?

The next few Riverdale imagines are:

Request: If you want I  got a request for a story with Sweet Pea x Reader . He know all of her friends , but never meet her before. Everyone knows him , but not her, he came on their high school and start to have feelings for her when they first meet but she plays a little hard to get , but they end up together after his many tries to catch her attention,  she likes him too but do not trust him so easily! Thank you so much for respons me today! This request is one that cross my mind right now. 💕🤗🥰

Request: Sweetpea request based on this set. Thank you so much!!!!!

Request: Reader is the lead guitarist of a rock band. A female friend of hers is the lead singer, another female friend of hers is the rhythm guitarist and backup singer, and a male friend of hers is the drummer. She and K.J. Apa like each other, but they keep dancing around their feelings. His cast mates and her band mates are sick of it and plot to get them together.

Stay safe anon! And have a great day/night!

[justcallmenikki7]

Jealousy and Acceptance - Cheryl Blossom

Summary: cheryl breaks up with toni because her and toni were not working out. A few months later you and cheryl get together and happy as can be. Toni is jealous and wants revenge due to still loving cherly.

Pairing: Cheryl x Female!Reader

Genre: fluff, angst

Warnings: jealous Toni, mentions of Toni threatening reader, fluff and Toni being heartbroken. 

Request: Anonymous said - Can you write a Cheryl blossom x reader where Cheryl breaks up with Toni and Toni wants revenge like hurt the reader or something.... but it ends well for Cheryl and reader 

A/N: I am going to be updating all weekend, so expect a few riverdale imagines!

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You were happy with Cheryl. She was the light in your life and has helped you with being confident with yourself and knowing how to get through your troubles. She has showed you what love is and can be. These past few months have been both the best and worst.

Best because both you and Cheryl are happy as can be. You both are at ease and are discovering things about each other everyday.

And worst- her ex, Toni Topaz, is jealous. 

Before you and Cheryl started dating, she had just gotten out of a complicated relationship with the Serpent girl. Cheryl does and did love her, but the relationship wasn’t working out because Cheryl didn’t feel that romantic spark anymore. She only saw her as a person that she will always can and love for, but not someone that she saw as a life long partner. 

So when Cheryl broke up with Toni, it genuinely crushed her. 

That is why you were wary on dating Cheryl because of how in love Toni still was after they broke up a few months before Cheryl asking you on a date. You have always thought of Toni as a nice person, you did. But you were also scared of her due to the angry looks and comments she gave you whenever Cheryl took interest in you. 

Through reassurence and positive attitude from Cheryl, you eventually agreed to going on that date with her which turned into several dates and eventually a relationship. But whenever Toni found out about this, all hell broke loose.

Shoves in the hallway, notes that contained threats, and deadly glares, you have became scared of Toni Topaz. 

Veronica, Betty, Jughead, Archie, Sweetpea and Fangs have been kind enough to watch over you whenever you are not around Cheryl to make sure that nothing will happen to you. Unfortunately, you will somehow end up without protection.

You were in the bathroom washing your hands when Toni walked in. You felt your heart drop at the sight of the smirk on her face.

“Well, well, well. This is a coincidence, ” Toni laughed. A mocking pout replaced the smirk. “It seems that your guards aren’t here to save you now.”

Taking in a deep breath, “Toni, I know that you honestly don’t like me, and I don’t blame you. I’m sorry about what all happened between you and Cheryl, I would be crushed too. I just want to tell you something, she does still love you - she always will. She still cares about you and does watch from a distance is if you’re doing okay. But you threatening me isn’t making her happy either. She hates seeing you hurt and still mourn for her, she wants you to be happy and move on. All she wants is for you to be happy, not angry and sad.” You explained, trying to keep your voice from shaking and showing how scared you are of her. 

Toni looked shocked, face now looking genuinely astonished. “She said that? She still loves me? But she’s with you though.”

Nodding your head, “She does. You were her first true love, she will always care and love you, Toni. Okay, I am going to sound rude when i say this, that is not my intention. But she doesn’t love you like a romantic relationship anymore. She loves you as someone who will always hold a special place in her heart. You were a huge part of her life that she cannot not ever not love you.” You explained.

A tear slid down Toni’s face at your words, quickly getting swiped away. “That’s all i needed to know. I’m sorry for being a bitch, I just thought that she didn’t love me anymore, well she doesn’t like that, because of how she acted as if nothing ever happened between us. How she still smiled and went on with her life while I’m falling apart and feel as if I’m dying because of the break up. Then she took interest in you and I just lost it.” Toni admitted, “I am sorry though, I don’t have anything against you, I just was jealous and still heartbroken, I still am. But after hearing what you said, I will move on. It’s going to be hard.” The brunette girl apologized before leaving. 

Cheryl ran into the bathroom, almost knocking down Toni. Toni didn’t say anything only smiling at Cheryl and saying ‘excuse me’ before walking out of the bathroom. 

Cheryl gave you a questioning look as she made her way to you. “What the hell happened? Why does it seem like you and Toni are okay?” Cheryl asked, looking you over to check for any sign of wound that Toni could’ve given you.

“I explained to her what you explained to me and she understands. Everything is okay.” You smiled up at your girlfriend.

[vengefulslytherin]

Leather & Lace, Part 1

Here I am, a junior in college, writing smutty imagines about a fictional teenage biker boy named Sweet Pea. Jughead who? 

Pairings: Female Reader x Sweet Pea

Rating: M

Warnings: Cursing, rough sex

Summary: You are the daughter of an FBI agent who was recently sent to Riverdale to find the ‘Black Hood’ killer. You’ve been secretly hooking up with Sweet Pea for weeks. Sweet Pea picks you up after your shift at Pop’s and takes you to an abandoned baseball field where things get pretty hot & heavy.

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It’s close to midnight when you hear the dark growl of Sweet Pea’s motorbike outside. You smile. He’s driven you home every night since you met two weeks ago. “I like knowing you’re safe,” Sweet Pea often says with a wicked grin that makes you blush and ache between your thighs. But there’s nothing safe about Sweet Pea. Or that motorbike he drives 80 mph all the way to your motel while you clasp onto him for dear life.

When you found out you were moving to Riverdale because your father had to work a case, you never imagined the danger and excitement that awaited you. Riverdale was a strange town with its mysterious residents and Southside gangs. The Serpents intrigued you from the beginning… And when you first laid eyes on a tall and handsome Southsider with jet-black hair and devilish eyes, you knew you had to have him. You’ve always had a weakness for bad boys. Or like your therapist would say, you were drawn to men with criminal tendencies as a rejection of your morally upright law enforcing father.

As you walk out of Pop’s and over to Sweetpea’s bike, you notice his stony cold exterior cracks just enough to reveal a trace of boyish excitement. Your pulse quickens as his eyes hungrily trace your lips, your chest, hips and thighs. Sweetpea whistles through his teeth. 

“I could just eat you up.” 

He pulls you close, dragging his thumb across your mouth before he leans in for a kiss. He tastes like spearmint and cigarettes and you deepen the kiss, tugging onto the lapels of his Serpent leather jacket with growing urgency. That sweet ache between your thighs has only intensified.

“Let’s go,” you breathe and straddle his bike, wrapping your arms around Sweetpea’s chest. You can feel the taut muscles in his abdomen quiver from your touch as the engine roars and kicks. And then you’re off. Racing down the dimly lit streets of Riverdale as the wind whips through your hair. You laugh. Scream into the night. You’ve never felt so free before you got on Sweetpea’s bike. 

Sweetpea takes you to an abandoned baseball field near Southside High. Luckily, there’s no one in sight. You step off the bike and walk over to the barbed wire fence encircling the field. You shiver from the sound of gravel crunching beneath Sweetpea’s boots as he moves slowly towards you. He has a way of making you feel nervous like it’s the first time. Your breath quickens as Sweetpea circles his arms around your waist and starts peppering your neck with kisses. Heat pools into the pit of your stomach as Sweet Pea’s hands slide under your shirt and fondle your breasts. You grind yourself against him, trying to soothe the sweet ache between your thighs.

You feel a dangerous thrill when Sweet Pea moans and curses under his breath. You can feel his erection straining against his jeans. You turn around, gazing into his dark liquid eyes before your lips crash together in a furious battle for control and Sweet Pea has you pinned against the fence. The cold metal digs into your back but you don’t care. All that matters is Sweet Pea’s hands on your body and the adrenaline pumping through your veins.

Part of you knows it’s the forbiddenness that excites you. The daughter of a federal agent fooling around with a Southside Serpent. But no love story is perfect.

You gasp when Sweet Pea suddenly hikes up your skirt and slips two fingers inside you. He takes his time, watching your face as you arch and sigh, gripping onto the fence to keep your knees from buckling. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Sweet Pea whispers in your ear. 

Your hips start to move instinctively to the rhythm of Sweet Pea’s fingers sliding in and out of you. Suddenly, Sweet Pea drags his thumb across your clitoris and you bite your lip to keep yourself from crying out. Before your body has a chance to recover, Sweet Pea falls onto his knees and puts his mouth against your dripping sex. 

“Oh god...” you sigh. Arching your spine, you bury your fingers in Sweet Pea’s hair while he licks and nibbles you until you’re cumming again. This time you can’t stop the husky moan that escapes your lips. His mouth is like fire.

Sweet Pea pushes you up against the fence once more and stares deeply into your eyes. You seize the moment to explore the hard outlines of Sweet Pea’s body, feeling the curve of his spine, the trail of dark hair leading from his navel to below the waistline of his jeans. “I want you inside me,” you whisper, loosening his belt with steady hands.

Sweet Pea groans and turns you around. Your eyes flutter shut from the heat of his lips on your skin as he quickly rolls on a condom and buries himself inside you. “Fuck!” Sweet Pea growls when you jerk your hips back. He quickens his pace, thrusting into you with increasing ferocity as you moan and whimper. When he changes his angle, you feel yourself clenching around his throbbing cock.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispers in your ear and you fall apart, letting out a strangled cry of pleasure as Sweet Pea pounds into you while you explode. He finishes shortly after, biting your shoulder as he cums with a loud groan.

You stay like that for awhile, savoring the feeling of being one, until Sweet Pea slowly pulls out and walks away to dispose of the condom. Laughing, you snatch your panties from around your ankles and smooth down your uniform.

Sweet Pea is grinning from ear to ear as he walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist. He throws his head back, howling into the night, “I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO DO THAT HERE!” Something twists in your gut and you step back. Sweet Pea notices, frowns.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” you lie without meeting his gaze. “Just take me home.” Sweet Pea moves closer and brushes a stray piece of hair from your face. You stare at him in disbelief. How can someone so tough and invulnerable be so gentle and affectionate at the same time?

“What are we doing, Sweet Pea?”

“We’re having fun,” he replies with a crooked grin. “Aren’t you having fun?”

“Of course I’m having fun. But is that all I am to you? Some Northside piece of ass you get to brag about screwing to your Serpent friends until you get bored and leave?”

To your surprise, Sweet Pea laughs and reaches for you again. His expression softens.

“You really think I’m that kind of guy?”

“I don’t know,” you respond coolly. “Are you?”

And then Sweet Pea kisses you. You can’t help but kiss him back and melt into his embrace, weaving your fingers through his jet black hair. When Sweet Pea pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours.

“You’re my girl,” he whispers. “My ride or die.”

“You mean it?”

“Yeah. I’m not playing around here, (Y/N). I don’t care that your dad is a Fed or that you go to school with those uppity Northside brats. I just want you. I’m fucking crazy about you, (Y/N).”

“I’m fucking crazy about you too.” 

Sweet Pea takes your hand as you both walk back to his motorbike and speed away into the night. 

[floral-and-fine]

Fonder Heart

Clyde Logan x Female reader

Warnings: smut, NSFW, and cussing

Summary: The reader and Clyde are in a newly formed relationship, and then he gets incarcerated. 

A/n: I love Clyde Logan (Adam Driver + southern accent= Sploosh!) I actually feel pretty happy with this fic ;) 

Clyde's face, as you entered the visiting area of the Monroe correctional facility, was one you'd never forget. He looked so surprised; he furrowed his brows, then raised them up, he bit his lip and then swallowed. Clyde typically wasn't the easiest person to read but from his expression, you figured he had to be a mix of excited and confused.

He didn't say anything right away, but he never took his eyes off you either. The guards didn't inform him of who his visitor was, so he assumed it was either Jimmy or Mellie. So when you walked through those double doors he felt a mix of emotions, but one thing was for sure, you were definitely the most beautiful thing he's seen in days. "Hey sugar," you greeted him, you smoothed out the wrinkles on your skirt before taking the seat across from him. You smiled at him, happy to see him. Even in a prison uniform he still looked incredibly handsome.

"You look like your doing alright. I miss you," you added softly. "I-I didn't expect you to visit," Clyde mumbled. 

Your's and Clyde's relationship was fairly new. They two of you had barely started getting intimate about a week before the incident. Clyde didn't want to get his hopes up, so he figured that his incarceration pretty much meant that his relationship with you had ended as well.

"Why would you think something like that?" you questioned him. You don’t think you’ve ever given him reason to believe that you would just leave him.

"I figured you'd just want to end it," Clyde ran his fingers through his hair. "You can do better than me." You weren't aware of the plan, so his crime must have seemed odd and reckless to you.

"You deserve someone who doesn't have a criminal record," he explained.

"It's a minor charge," you shook your head. "Clyde, I may not understand why you did it. But it doesn't change how I feel about you."

He shifted in his seat keeping his left arm down and out of sight. You had yet to see his arm without the prosthetic. You aware of Clyde's insecurities over it, so you never brought up the subject, and figured now wasn't the time either. 

"You're only serving 90 days," you added. "I think you're worth the wait."

"I don't know about all that," he muttered averting his gaze a small smile tugging at his lips.

"In fact," you started, reaching for his hand on the table. "I'm looking forward to the day you're a free again," you gave his hand a light squeeze.

He lifted an eyebrow looking at you, his thumb ran across your fingers lightly. "Really?" he asked.

"Yep, 'cause that'll be the day I make you my man," you grinned at him.

"Do you promise?" he asked, his eyes searching your face. Clyde wanted to believe you, but he also didn't want to get his hopes up. It felt like too much to ask of you to wait. But in all honesty, he wanted you to wait for him.  

"I promise, hun," you assured him. "I'll even try to visit as often as I can."

You spent the remaining visitation time talking to him about little things like your job and what you've been up to. Clyde sat quietly, listening to you talk.

The thought of you waiting for him made his stay in prison easier in some ways and harder in others. 

He felt more anxious than ever to get the hell out of there so he could be with you. 

But on days that were really tough, the thought of being with you again was a great source comfort. He would lay in his cell thinking about holding you against him and being able to kiss you again.

Over the course of these 3 months, his feelings for you had grown much stronger. Clyde looked forward to the days when you'd visit, but it was always painful to watch leave.

He was now positive that he was absolutely in love with you, which was making today more nerve-wracking than it should be. Today he was going to be a free man again. Which also meant that today was the day that either you made good your promise or didn't.

If you didn't show up today, it would probably break his heart.

He changed into his civilian clothing, and got his bag ready, packing the few personal belongings he had. His stomach felt like it was tied in knots. Clyde stepped out of the prison's gates and sighed. 

There you were, just liked you promised. The breeze caused your dress to flutter in the air. Clyde would never forget this moment, and how beautiful you looked before him.

"Mellie sent me with this," you said pulling put his prosthetic hand from behind your back.  

Clyde nodded, trying to keep his composure muttering a quick thank you.

"Would you like my help?" you offered. 

Clyde placed his prosthetic on his arm holding it still while you took care of the straps. "Does that feel fine?"

"Yeah, that's good."

Once you were done tightening the straps, Clyde wrapped both of his arms around you, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. He inhaled deeply, you smelled so sweet. His facial gently tickled you. You kissed his cheek, being here with him felt great. You had missed him so much.

You pulled back a little to look at his face. His arms were still around your waist but not as tight.

"Do you want to grab a bite to eat or go see your family?" you asked placing your hands against his chest.

"Not yet," he said, leaning down pressing his forehead against yours. "First, I'd like to spend some time alone with you."

"Alright," you agreed. You opened the driver's side door of your car, "let's get going, shall we?”

Once inside Clyde's home, the two of you couldn't keep your hands off each other. His mouth covered your face and neck in sloppy kisses as fast as he possibly could.

Your hands started to pull his shirt up, he stopped kissing you long enough to remove his shirt the rest of the way. His skin felt so smooth under your fingertips. You loved how his body was sprinkled with freckles all over his pale skin.

"This is better than I imagined," he whispered.

"We're just getting started, sugar," you smirked.

You pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top of him. You kissed and sucked on his neck. You left a few red marks on his chest, then traveled lower. You left kisses following his happy trail down to the button of his jeans. Briskly your hands unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.

Clyde helped you tug his pants and underwear down freeing his thick cock. You wrapped a hand around the base, and slowly started stroking. You ran your tongue up to his tip. 

His breath caught in his throat, "shit."

You licked around the tip of cock tasting his precum. Then bobbed your head up and down, his cock hitting the back of your throat. You sucked on his cock. His fingers were tangled in your hair, you could he was resisting the urge to shove your head further down his dick.

"Fuck...darlin'," he moaned, involuntarily bucking his hips.

"Take your dress off, sweetpea," Clyde demanded. He was close to cumming, but he wanted to cum inside you for your first time together.

You sat up, lifting your dress over your head, and tossed it on the floor.You didn't bother wearing a bra today knowing things would probably lead to this point rather quickly. While you were undressing, you also took your panties off too.

Clyde hissed, seeing your body.  His eyes roamed over your curves. You looked so sexy, your chest rising up and then back down it was fucking mesmerizing to him. 

He pulled you back onto his lap and started kissing around your breasts. His teeth grazed over one of your erect nipples. You threw your head back and dug your nails into his broad shoulders. 

"I have to be inside you now," Clyde practically begged.

You helped align your sex with his cock and lowered yourself onto his hard thick dick. Your tight cunt stretched around him and it felt so damn good. You wanted to savor how amazing it felt for your pussy to be filled by him. You started riding him, bouncing up and down fucking yourself on his cock. "Clyde," you murmured his name as he started to rock his hips. His hand held onto your hips tightly, his fingers gripping you tightly.

He laid his back down and watched you through half-lidded eyes. Your breast jiggled perfectly with each motion. His hand went from your hip and started to massage your thigh. Sounds of your wet pussy being fucked filled the room.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful," Clyde admired.

He felt your vaginal walls clench around him. "Are you close darlin'?" 

You bit your lip and nodded.

"Cum for me, baby," Clyde cooed, as you picked up your pace.

"I-I'm cumming," you moaned raking your nails down his chest.

Clyde soon followed bucking his hips against you a few more times. He grunted as he came shooting his sperm deep inside.

You laid your head on his chest, as his arms wrapped around you. 

"Thank you for keeping your promise," Clyde whispered stroking your back.

"Just remember you're my man now Clyde Logan," you reminded him gently running a finger down one of the red marks you left.

His chest shook as he chuckled, "I don't think I'll ever forget."

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Hey any new Riverdale imagines coming soon?

Hi! Here are the next few Riverdale imagines: 

Request: So I'm kind of in a Jughead mood right now, so I was thinking Reader and Jughead have been friends forever and when becomes a Serpent he wants to protect her but she's stubborn; they argue about it and then someone yells "I love you" and it ends fluffy with kisses.

Request: Reader is Jughead's female cousin unaware that the person leaving poems in her locker is Fangs Fogarty. Until a sadie hawkins dance is scheduled at the high school and chooses to ask fangs to be her date

Request: Could you do a sweetpea x reader where sweet pea gets into a fight and comes to readers house when her parents aren't home where she cleans him up and he tells her he loves her and maybe a bit smut if you are comfortable with that

Stay safe anon! And have a lovely day/night!