Stuck - Fangs Fogarty X Reader

Stuck - Fangs Fogarty x Reader

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Pairing: Fangs Fogarty x Reader

Requested: Yes! By anon: ‘Number 2 and 26 please with none other than the adorable Fangs Fogarty′

#2 - Can you shut up for five minutes, please???

#26 - I’m stuck! Help me!

From this list. I AM NO LONGER TAKING REQUESTS FROM THAT LIST. General requests are still open, and I am now taking prompts from this list.

Summary: Fangs wants your attention, but all of it is on your studying, until he gets stuck in your bathroom and gains all of your attention.

Words: around 680

Warnings: none

A/N: yes anon, Fangs is so adorable, I just wanna put him in my pocket and take him home.

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Fangs scowled at you watching you put all your attention into your studying and none of it into him. “Y/N.” Fangs poked you on the cheek, trying to gain your attention.

You ignored your boyfriend and continued to study. You had told Fangs not to come around as you were studying for your AP History final, but he’d come around anyway, convinced he could tear your attention away.

“Y/N… Y/N… Y/N!!!” Fangs got increasingly louder and kept poking you on the cheek.

“Can you shut up for five minutes, please?!” You yelled, slamming your pencil down on your textbook you turned to face your boyfriend.

Fangs shrunk back on himself and then got up off the chair he was sitting on and threw himself dramatically onto your bed. He mumbled a ‘whatever’ and pulled his phone out.

5 minutes later an alarm blared from Fangs’ phone. “Are you kidding me?!” You shrieked walking over and snatching the phone from Fangs and sliding it into your pocket. Fangs pouted and stormed out of your room.

“Y/N!!! I’m stuck! Help me!” Fangs called out after a while. You ignored your boyfriend and continued to study, after all what kind of trouble could your boyfriend have managed to get himself into in your house? You blocked out Fangs’ pleas for the following 5 minutes before you could no longer ignore it.

“Oh my god! What Fangs?!” You slammed your pencil back down onto your textbook and stormed out of your room to find your boyfriend. You started to wander around your house, looking for your boyfriend, with every intention of strangling him when you found him. “Where are you Fangs?!”

“I told you I’m stuck!” Your boyfriend yelled back. “I’m stuck in the bathroom!”

“Oh god, you didn’t lock the door, did you?!” You yelled back, quickly running to the end of the hall where the bathroom was and trying the handle. Your bathroom lock had been playing up recently, the lock sticking whenever someone used it, everyone in your family knew not to look the door anymore, but you must’ve forgotten to tell Fangs.

“Yes…” Fangs’ muffled voice came from the other side of the door.

“Why?! It’s only us two in the house!” You asked, still fiddling with the door handle.

“I stormed out and I thought you’d come looking for me and then I’d have the door locked and be like ‘too bad’!” You could almost hear the pout in Fangs’ voice.

“We’ll have to wait till my dad gets home to take the door off, again. You won’t be able to fit through the window.” You groaned. “You’re so silly, Fangs, I know you wanted my attention, but I told you I needed to study.” You slid down the door, so your back was pressed up against it and you could hear Fangs do the same on the other side of the door.

Fangs sighed. “I just had a bad day and I wanted to see my girlfriend, but then my bad day got worse when she ignored me and then yelled at me and it turned horrible when I got locked in her bathroom.” Fangs banged his head against the door, the thud causing you to jump.

“I’m so sorry baby, I’m just so stressed and you know history is my worst subject. I am so sorry for yelling at you and I’m even more sorry for forgetting to tell you not to lock the door on the bathroom. I just figured you wouldn’t use the lock.” Your tone changed to apologetic, feeling bad that you’d upset your boyfriend so much. “Do you wanna talk about your bad day?”

Fangs nodded inside the bathroom, before remembering that you couldn’t see him and cleared his throat. “It started when I had Miss Belcher for English, she really hates me…” Fangs continued to tell you about the rest of his horrible day, remaining locked in the bathroom for another hour before your dad got home and quickly took the door off the wall, finally releasing your boyfriend into your arms.

#veronica looking out for jug is the type of progression i crave

why stress her when you can undress her

Riverdale Aesthetics: Fangs Fogarty + sexual fun with his girl 

Medusa - Reggie Mantle x Reader

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Pairing: Reggie Mantle x Reader

Requested: Yes! By anon: ‘Reggie 146′

#146 - Pillows are overrated.

From this list. I AM NO LONGER TAKING REQUESTS FROM THAT LIST. General requests are still open, and I am now taking prompts from this list.

Summary: You and Reggie have a pillow fight.

Words: around 500, not too sure as I finished it on my phone.

Warning: sexual innuendos, making out, BAD WRITING

A/N: this was really really hard to write, I’m not sure if it was the prompt or that I can’t write for Reggie. Thanks to @teenstranger-dale for helping me come up with the plot for this x

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You and Reggie were sat on your bed, you leaning against your headboard and Reggie laid across the foot of your bed. It was an odd sight to see, you really did not like Reggie and of course your history teacher just had to pair you with Reggie for your assignment.

Reggie had spent the past 30 minutes not working and instead throwing sexual pick up lines at you.

“Hey Y/N.” You ignored the jock, hoping he would give up. “Y/N. Y/N. Y/N!” Reggie got increasingly louder, before snatching away the textbook you were reading from and throwing it onto your floor.

“WHAT?!” You snapped.

“You must be Medusa because you make me rock hard.” Reggie smirked leaning forward. Your mouth dropped open in surprise and disgust and before you even realised you’d done it you had grabbed one of your pillows from behind you and threw it at the smirking jock, hitting him in the face.

“Oh no you didn’t!” Reggie’s smirk was wiped off his face. He picked up your pillow and hit you in the side with it, letting out a chuckle.

You didn’t hesitate to grab another pillow from behind you and hit Reggie back. Soon enough you were having a full out pillow fight, both of you were laughing and there were feathers flying around your heads.

Reggie went to hit you with the pillow, but you moved backwards, away from his attempt, and Reggie lost his balance and ended up on top of you. Your faces were mere inches apart, you could feet Reggie’s hot breath across your face and the sounds of the two of you breathing were all that could be heard in the room.

Reggie’s eye’s flickered down to your lips and in turn yours flickered down to his lips and before you realised what was happening his lips were on yours. Reggie’s tongue swiped along your lower lip, asking for permission and you eagerly parted your lips, letting Reggie take completed control. He took a hold of your hips and swapped your positioning, so you were straddling him. Reggie’s hands rested on your hips, whilst yours threaded into his thick, black hair and tugged gently.

You shifted slightly, and your core came into contact with Reggie’s hardened length and he let out a groan. “I guess I must be Medusa then.” You smirked against his lips. He chuckled in response and you leaned back on Reggie’s lap and surveyed the damage.

You groaned. “My pillows! This is all your fault!”

“You started it!” Reggie protested and played with the hem of your shirt.

“Technically you did with all of those terrible pick up lines!” You pouted and lent back over Reggie.

“Pillows are overrated anyway.” Reggie shrugged and reclaimed your lips.

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