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jughead&maddy; time lost

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&. MADDY:

          everything was exactly how it was meant to be.     whole.     especially with him inside of her.     filling her up in ways she hadn’t been full in awhile.     and she needed it.     oh how she needed it.     because this was how she could     feel     again     ,     numbness having subdued almost instantly.     it was forbidden     ,     taboo     but neither one of them cared anymore.     she had her own place     ,     she had a job to keep food on the table     &     she had the serpents.     and now she had     him     again as well.       there was nothing more she could have asked for.     the four words in response to her three words caused     butterflies     to swim in her stomach     &     body to respond oh so delicately to the way he kissed her.     nipples had become erect     ,      rosebuds in full bloom with the friction of skin touching skin     /     body trembling underneath his touch     ,     at her core aching for more of him.     but then he gave her everything.       he had complied so easily with her pleading tone     ,     that the moan that had escaped her throat had been     loud     ,     louder than she had expected.     ❛     only     yours.     ❜     it had been a claim she didn’t even     have     to make really.     but she did it anyways.     if she could yell it from the rooftops     ,     she would.     she was only     his     to hold     /     to touch     /     to love.     the connection the two had was blinding     ;     like electricity that sparked within one another and the lit up thousands lightbulbs when they were near each other.     so when he moved     ,     when he made     love     to her     ,     kissed her     ,     touched her     ,     all she could do was comply.     the moans followed almost instantly     ,     not having to hold back anymore.     not having to hide anymore.     so she allowed herself to     let go     ,     to let the pleasure course through every single inch of her body     /     every vein     ,     every muscle     ,     every nerve ending.      ❛     fuck      —–      jughead     ,     fuck   …     ❜     she never really cursed either.     only around him.     only in positions like these.     where they’d explore one another’s bodies     ,     made love     /     fucked like bunnies     /     had sex     all night long.     body was trembling     already     ,     the year long lack of sex the main cause for just how sensitive she was.

             he’d thought this moment would never come. they would never again join together as equals; as lovers. she was his cousin; flesh, blood to him that bound them eternally. they were linked in familial dna, but since the first day they took to each others bodies they were linked as lovers. soulmates. his skin rippled with pleasure, his heart pumping heavily in his chest as bliss encompassed him. once he’d believed she would never speak to him again. that all touch would be inescapably banned between them. it was his decision to walk away. to decimate all that they had with one another. he’d thought it would level out after his annihilation of all that they were. but those sweet little moans that she was making from underneath him were fueling the lust that he harbored for her. it was impossible to describe exactly how much anxiety he held over the time they were parted from one another. all that she’d endured because of his cowardice. it was more than just the serpents that drove him away, but her blood ties to him. that first time they’d laid together he’d known it was a terrible sin to commit with his own flesh. he drove himself inside of her, hearing those squeaks, his petals parted, fingers cascaded down her flesh to find the supple curve of one of her mounds. she was gorgeous, beautiful in every sense of the word. with her thighs spread wide enough to accommodate the solid expanse of him. ❛i’ll be near, always. forever. my darling.❜ whispered coos into her ear, he lovingly dipped down his head. noticing the almost extreme as well as intense ways she was reacting to his touch. when she squirmed, he drew her nearer, pushing his hips gently against her own. ❛you’re so beautiful.❜ he dared to breathe out. letting one of his fingers roll her nipple between themselves. his longing prevalent in his eyes.

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fp&betty; when hope ends

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&. BETTY:

       it was the first time in months that she wasn’t focused on how much pain she was in. instead she was focused on his touch. how he was forcing her to feel things that she had thought she might forget. that she wasn’t sure she was capable of feeling again. there had been some nights that she had stayed in jughead’s bed and tried to touch herself. every single time nothing seemed to work and ended with her in more tears. it was a relief when he began to rise to his feet. her arms and legs went around him in an instant. he seemed to understand what she needed. that she couldn’t deal with him being gentle with her right at that moment. maybe some other time but not right then. not when she needed to hurt in all the right places. maybe it was crazy but it was what she needed. he was carrying her towards the kitchen table that was a mess. she watched as everything on the table went clattering to the floor. in mere seconds she was being bent over the table. both of her arms reached out to grasp at the edge of it. it wasn’t exactly the first time she was in such a position on the table. not that he would know that considering he hadn’t been home at the time. she could feel how wet she was, how desperate. he had pulled down the boxers and they dropped down to her feet. she barely stepped out of them and she wondered if he would remove the shirt. instead he kept it on and there was the sound of a belt being undone. after that he was positioning himself behind her and she gasped as he pushed himself inside of her. her entire body jolted from the force of his thrust and the table shook somewhat. he didn’t wait, didn’t give her time to adjust. instead he just began to pound away at her. she moaned helplessly, loudly and without abandon. there were going to be bruises on her skin but she would love the sight of them. they would be proof she was still capable of feeling something. her thighs trembled and she couldn’t seem to stop making noises. the pain and pleasure was exactly what she needed. once more her teeth were gnawing on her lower lip,“ jugh-jughead! oh my god!” she was practically screaming his name just like he wanted. her head tilted up and she found herself trying to push back to meet him thrust for thrust,“ do-don’t stop, don’t ever stop.”

              the table was shaking underneath her. the powerful thrusts he was providing rocking her straight to her core. he could see it. written in her body language. plastered on her features. she’d finally ceased to cry. to mourn; to weep. he was able to give her a taste of the boy she was missing. his son was still a part of him by half. gathering most of his traits in the process of being alive. it wasn’t difficult to give her what she desired. he could see the ebbing darkness written in her features. hear the moans escaping from her petals. he was letting the power flood to his mind. taking control. letting her screams echo throughout the dining room, perhaps the neighbors could hear her screams. but let them. there was nothing he had to hide anymore; although he should be ashamed the alcohol had taken away all of that. the only thing it couldn’t remove from his head; was the image of his son. dead. to blank it out he began biting at her harder. anywhere he dared. as he ruthlessly took from her. hearing the screams, wanting to keep her mind occupied on jughead. for now this would do.  ❛i won’t; you won’t be without me again.❜ he breathed out, pushing harder inside of her. moaning as he kept plowing into her. letting the sweat build on his skin, his head speeding in his chest. 

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tyler&hannah; shame everlasting

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&. HANNAH:

       maybe what they were doing would somehow help the both of them. in the very least hannah knew she was distracting him from his more than troubling thoughts. the last thing that she wanted was to be at school and him show up with the guns in that trunk. that would not just end badly for his tormentors but for him as well. there was no way that he would get out of it untouched. that was why she was utterly relieved the second he had slid inside of her. moans fell from her the very second that he did so. he was rutting into her like an animal. the bed was shaking beneath their joined frames. never did she think she would become so entangled with tyler down, of all people. they seeemed to have an understanding due to who they were and what they had dealt with. she didn’t mean to take advantage of the fact that she knew he had felt some attraction for her. after all he had lurked outside of her window for nights on end. he had taken countless photos of her doing her nightly routines. she had to focus on moving her lips against his. he was thrusting into her, his hips smacking against hers. the bruises he had given her had started to fade. there were going to be even more bruises decorating her form. she whimpered, gasping and only taking everything that he was giving her. already her body was sore and they had only just begun. was this what was going to happen every single time that they were together? she had sworn that she would be with him whenever she had to be. that meant that she was going to be around him twenty four seven or so it seemed. her moans grew louder in volume. one of her hands was reaching to run through his hair, resting on the back of his head. her other arm stretched out towards her side. her fingers curled in the sheets just like his own were. she had locked her legs around his middle and a whimper fell from her. his words caused her eye brows to arch up but she chose against responding. instead she gasped and eagerly leaned in to press a few kisses to his jawline,“ just-just keep going,” she choked out,“ don-don’t stop.” she wanted to encourage him to stay in control. it was clear that he thrived when he had it. that he wouldn’t go down that road that he couldn’t come back from.

             he was always meant to be an outcast. a loser. never this powerful being that had a choice. at least he had had a choice, until the weight of what she asked of him became too great. she had singlehandedly prevented him from murdering their classmates, multiple times over. wouldn’t leave; took to his bed like he’d never believed she would previously. when she kissed him back with such ferocity it almost made him cum. almost. he couldn’t cease his movements. he was a slave to his needs for her. when she commanded him to keep going; he did. but he was still far from gentle. instead he took out his aggravations between her thighs. slammed into her, until he was bruised as well as she was. kissed her until her petals bled. clung to the surface of her skin with intense vigor. holding tight until she was trembling underneath him. surging towards her own needy release. he would make her cum again; he wanted to see it. needed to see her weakened by his touch. it was thoroughly sadistic of him. but he cared little. he pinned her down, kept her immobile while he drilled into her. kissing along the line of her neck. tasting her until he was nearly overcome with the sensations. he was close, close to the elusive edge. clutching her tightly until he was whispering into her ear,  ❛you’ve ruined me, hannah...❜ his words cut the air like a knife, his moans finally reacting their peak as he came undone against her skin. his seed spilling inside of her, his prick throbbing from the touch of her alone.

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&. ALEX:

— OBEDIENT! the boy does as he’s told, scrambling to the bed and whimpering softly once he got there. doe eyes, big and bold, look up through lashes, “h-how do you WANT ME, sir?” he then asks, brave for someone so deep into submission, but he needs to know so he can please the man. 

              he didn’t answer him. instead he surged forward. pulling handcuffs from the bedside table he began to secure either wrist to the bed. ignoring any protests, or whining. instead he was preparing him to take a beating. it would be severe; he wouldn’t have him moving, either. nor taking off his boxers. using ropes to tie his ankles, he surveyed his handiwork. his plaything secured face down on the bed. ❛i am going to beat you until i am satisfied you have learned your lesson.❜ retrieving the whip he’d used from the night before, off the carpet, he raised it, bringing it down hard on his pet’s buttocks. slashing at the skin. ❛if you make any additional mess, you are lying in it. understand?❜ he snapped.

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&. ALU:

The second she felt that sensation against against her thigh, her mind started to run away from her. Swallowing thickly, she knew thinking this way was wrong, to most anyway. For her though it felt natural. “Ask or not I am willing to give you whatever you need…” Her voice a low whisper as her fingers kept twirling his hair. Her other hand slipped down along his chest, the question making her tense up. How was she to answer that? A heavy sigh escaped her and her hand clung to his shirt. “No. Never….” Alu insisted and then rested her head on his shoulder once more, shifting again in her spot but this time making sure to press against that bulge underneath her. “No one ‘as ever wanted me. I was told no man ever would…..” That fact hurt her more than anything else. To be told no man would ever love you or want you was heartbreaking. Soul crushing even. Especially when coming from those who are supposed to support you and lift you up. Biting down on her lip she pressed herself into him, as if his being brought her comfort. Maybe even more. “D’you…..want me? Daddy?” Asking though she was quite aware of what the answer already was. Still, she needed to hear it. 

           with his eyes closed he knew that he was asking far too much of her. letting a breath of shaky air from his lungs, his fingertips trembled when he touched her waist. each second she took up space upon his lap he was growing less comfortable. knowing that she was insinuating the darkest of sins for him to comply with. to take advantage of a plump youthful thing. to take pleasure from one who he had vowed to protect. to permit into his life. surely it would provide him with a one way ticket, onward towards hell. she was tempting him with her petals; with her nightdress that rode up her thighs now that she was straddling him. it was nearly impossible for him to say no. tucking his hand against the curve of her cheek, he could not deny that he desired intimacy. any man who lived as long as he had without it, would desire much the same. no one could fault him for laying eyes upon the beautiful female residing under his roof. it stabbed at his heart to think she believed that no man could ever desire her. it was not the case when it came to him. he truly did; desire this beauty. it was his reason for keeping a vast amount of distance between them. but his intoxication made him vulnerable. especially now.  ❛i could not ask it of you. i did not take you in so you would share my bed.❜ his eyes gathered sadness, but he couldn’t destroy her ego. ❛but i know many men that would bed you. your beauty knows no bounds, sweet flower.❜

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jughead&jellybean; corrupted soul

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&. JELLYBEAN:

       maybe she was messed up. maybe she was broken beyond repair but she couldn’t help that. their entire family was messed up beyond belief. jellybean was struggling to think straight. especially given how messed up everything was. her stomach was in knots and she felt like an idiot. she knew that she had screwed everything up just like their father had. their father messed her up and she did the same to jughead. the sense of horror filled her at that thought. she knew that jughead had thought that she was nothing more than a slut. that was why she had sought him out. when in reality it was because she felt like she was missing something. she was shaking her her head when he began to speak about what he had done,“ you didn-you couldn’t help it.” it felt like she was having the same conversation that she had with their dad. how wrong was it that she had comforted the both of them? her hands twisted in the fabric of her shirt and she felt helpless. once again she wasn’t sure what to do or what to say. she felt so incredibly helpless for what felt like the millionth time,“ i kn-i know it wasn’t.” even if she knew it wasn’t normal, it was the normal that she knew. the normal that she would never be able to get over. she was so tired of him yelling at her since that was all he seemed to do these days,“ i know that we are! i know that we are fucked up but there is anything we can do about it! we’re stuck here! we’re both stuck here!” she just wished things could go back to how they had been before. back before their mom left and their dad became a raging drunk.

              he had let her into his heart; drawn her onto his lap until his heart had nearly snapped in two. when she let him kiss her petals he’d practically dove head first into this relationship with her. he’d blamed the teenage hormones for allowing it to happen that first time. when she had shuddered underneath his touch he’d kissed her. he’d let the sensations take hold. let her kiss him with vigor. he’d promised himself that it was because he was a virgin at the time. that he’d needed to release the sexual frustrations, but now he was beginning to realize it was because his self-control waned around her. even after he had a girlfriend she had been able to seduce him, with grabs. touches. smooth little things that made him half-crazed with urgent need. she’d done this to him, but their father had done it to her first. ❛you should have let me fix it for you, jellybean.❜ now he was no better than the monster he wanted dead. inching nearer, he lifted a hand, brushing her skin of her cheek. before he drew her in close. wiping her tears, wanting to comfort her, even though he had caused her ultimate destruction.  ❛i’ll never touch you again, jellybean. i’ll never hurt you...❜ he whispered.

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ben&spencer; bonding time

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&. SPENCER:

                     ❛ &. ┊ The response was unexpected, causing her gaze to drop to the grassy ground beneath. It wasn’t a conversation her parents ever brought up to her, but she was sure it would have come if they were alive for her upcoming birthday. ❝A husband.❞ It was repeated as if she needed it said in her own voice to fully grasp the new information. She didn’t expect to live on the property for the rest of her life but she also didn’t expect to go from morning her parents to thinking of marriage to someone she didn’t even know yet. It all felt like a boulder resting against her heart. ❝You don’t have anyone,❞ she moved to point out once her thoughts were in order. ❝Why do I need someone if you don’t?❞ It was true, she probably didn’t have the right to ask such a thing but she couldn’t help herself. The question couldn’t be pushed down into the pit of her stomach even if she tried her hardest to bury the words just to seem respectful.

                when he first laid eyes upon her, he’d seen a flicker of the man who had helped torment him in his short existence back where he’d grown up. felt images of the horrific details in their entirety, until all he desired was to feel nothing at all. when she gazed at him; he felt the burning weight of judgement on his skin. most specifically; on his humped over back. it was not his fault; neither was it hers. he had been born this way; there was no changing who he happened to be. the loneliness that ebbed it’s way into his heart. it was cut off from anyone; everyone. he’d vowed not to let another into it, thus far he’d kept his own promise. he was well into his thirties, without a wife. without children. had he so desired he could have put out a call for a mail order bride. an advertisement, somewhere no one knew him. but he would never put himself through such an ordeal. nor some poor innocent girl whom believed she was marrying a handsome heir, when she would instead receive the frog prince. he could offer her a comfortable life, but always hold a damper over the proceedings. his hand tightened around the handle of his cane, his jaw tightening from the truth of her words. ❛i am a man, you are a woman. i am capable of being alone, of fending for myself, but you....you deserve to have a man to come reside with. the comfort of stability, that i could never give to you.❜ not surely as her uncle, not when he could hardly bear to look at her. to see the beauty that resided in her features. so unlike him. he was a hideous monstrosity. 

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fp&betty; when hope ends

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&. BETTY:

       the air was filled with desperation. maybe she should have stopped what she was doing. it was by no means right on any level. that wasn’t stopping her hips from moving against his. if she wasn’t stuck in her grief she might not be doing what she was. there was just a void that needed to be filled. a void that had formed the moment jughead’s life had ended. the two of them were sinking into the darkness. they were desperate to feel something other than the pain that came from their loss. he was holding her close and she was more than willing to return each kiss he gave her. her hips continued to push up against his fingers. he was pressing even harder against her clit. moans continued to fall in spite of her tears. she nodded mindlessly at his next question,“ pl-please.” maybe she needed him to be rough with her. maybe it would make her feel much more than what she already was. she could feel how hard he was becoming pressed against her. every single move she made against him only encouraged what they were doing,“ tak-take me, please.” she was so used to begging or either being the one in charge. at that moment she needed to be used, to be roughed up and marked. it would give her a sense of sanity that she felt she no longer had. her gaze turned towards the table and then she looked back towards him,“ i’m alwa-always soaked for you,” she crooned,“ just-i need you to fuck me, i really need you too.”

              it was the way she was looking at him; driving his arousal, practically controlling it, that made him so susceptible to her influence. thickly he swallowed, his eyes pairing with hers. his heart beating out of proportion in his chest. he understood his son’s infatuation with this dainty blond. how he was willing to risk punishment in order to sneak her within his bedroom each night. his lips wet with the proof of her kisses; his eyes glazed over with lust. his son’s name fell from her lips, her fingers touched him just as she had jughead. those hips bucking to permit the force of his hand against her. she was begging; at his mercy. now was his chance to take her the way she so desperately seemed to desire. gentility would not be the way. at least not tonight. hoisting her up he drew his hand from inside of the boxers. standing precariously to his feet he marched with her over to the kitchen table. in one fell swoop everything clattered to the floor. beer bottle, empty cans; papers. all of it. the drenched boxers were pushed down her thighs. left under her feet, but he kept his son’s shirt on her. he wanted her to smell his son’s scent as he took control of her. bending her over the table he took a moment to unlatch his belt. freeing his erection took all of five seconds. it was throbbing, in need of her. ❛then let me take care of you, like any good boyfriend should.❜ he positioned himself at her entrance from behind. one thrust had him within her walls. another had him balls deep inside of her warm, drenched sex. she was tight; she’d been untouched for months. pushing her back down, into the table he began to take what he desired. shaking the table, with every unforgiving thrust. biting her skin wherever he could as he lifted the shirt up slightly in the back. he was rough; like she asked. unyielding in his hostility. it had been too long; even for him, since he’d let himself let go in this way. his free hand groped her breasts through jughead’s shirt. ❛scream my name, baby.❜ he whispered against her ear. wanting it to fill the trailer. 

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jughead&maddy; time lost

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&. MADDY:

     the distance had broken them     /     ruined them entirely.     she knew it was going be hard to fix it entirely.     she knew it would take time for them to be completely like they were before.     but she was willing to take it.     she was willing to take everything that came to them so they could be     whole     again.     it was painful     &     it was torture     /     the constant knowledge of     what if.     but the blonde didn’t mind.     she didn’t care anymore.     teeth dug in bottom lip     ,     the mention of     their baby     an actual clench in her stomach.     it still hurt.     it always will hurt.     she knew that too.     the kisses were heaven     ,     heavily desired     and oh so lovingly that she was barely able to handle all of it.     body trembled lightly at the softness of it all     ,     used     to being harsh     ,     to the pain and pleasure that ensued.     the sight of him undressing     ,     stripping himself of fabric after fabric     ,     as well as revealing new inches of himself to her     ,     it caused her body to respond in a way she had missed.     her core slicking up with arousal     &     fingers eager to touch     ,     she bit her bottom lip at the sight of him.     naked     &     exposed      and all in front of her.     hips lifted upwards to grant him the access to discard her from the last remaining articles of clothing     ;     panties and shorts disappearing somewhere in her room.     and then he was in between her thighs     ;     then he was home.     ❛     i love you     —–     ❜     three words she hadn’t uttered in     a year     ,     not in the way she meant it     ,     and the gasp that followed was met with an     instant moan     when he filled her up oh so perfectly.     now he was really home.     she adjusted to him far too quickly     ,     slick folds wrapping his erect length enough as if it was claiming him all over again.     she needed this.     they needed this.     the softness     ,     the exploring almost     ,     the bruises that would automatically follow again.     ❛     make me     yours     again.     forever.     ❜

             it was all so fast. the way she spoke to him, how she asked him to strip himself; to bare his heart to her again. they were both still so damaged. so fragile in every conceivable way. she kissed him. she touched his shoulders. the skin to skin contact was almost more than he could manage to bear. but he was bearing the brunt of it regardless. he could see the unintentional hurt he caused when he spoke of the little girl that was lost to them both. a twist of fate that could never be taken back. dragging his thumb over her lower petal he was trembling on top of her. just one thrust within her, had left his mind reeling. his heart spiraling. this was unfair. the hold they still had over one another, even after such a passage of time. she was still his home; his person. everything. she was the air that he breathed. the kisses she planted. she encompassed so much, in one breath. in one touch. his heart fluttered as she said those three little words he used to breath out daily. he used to live in those three words.  ❛i love you too.❜ dragging his kisses over her petals he nipped at them softly. his prick had grown in size, he was still growing, still blossoming, since he’d last been inside of her. but she’d grown too. her breasts were fuller. her nipples larger when they puckered. but she still squeezed him tight; tighter now that he hadn’t used her in so long. at her command; he was her servant. humbly giving her what she so aptly desired. thrusting forward, letting his prick glide in smoother the second time. he was almost whining like a puppy. the pleasure blindingly surreal to him.  ❛we’ll only ever be each others.❜ he vowed. knowing he couldn’t touch another girl. despite her being his flesh, blood cousin. she was exactly that; his blood. he needed her. she understood him. nothing would drive him away again.  with her approval he began to make love to her. it was soft, his thrusts slow, as he paced himself. kissing her, letting his hands roam over her. wanting to leave his own marks, wanting to give her something to love in him.

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jughead&maddy; time lost

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&. MADDY:

          this was all wrong.     had this been anyone else     ,     this would have been all wrong.     then why did it feel so damn right.     teeth grazed her bottom lip     ,     hands running along the leather of his jacket.     the serpents jacket.     their trademark.     their legacy.     and they were back together again.     it was like they never parted.     like they had belonged together ever since he first showed up on her doorstep     ,     when they’d hide out in her tree house with the pouring rain hitting vigorously against the wood.     the fear struck deep within her when she felt him lift her shirt     ,     but she couldn’t do anything.     he’d find out sooner or later.     the scars a permanent thing either way.     they were made a year ago     ,     several weeks after she lost the baby.     but she never spoke about it.     she never showed it to     anyone.     tongue darted out to wet lips     ,     eyes falling shut almost instantly but hand still idly tossing her shirt to the side.     ❛     it’s okay     ,     jug.     ❜     to her it was okay.     it wasn’t like she’d do it again.     that     part of her body had endured enough over the last year.     the skin remained sensitive however     ,     fingers tangling within locks she hadn’t touched in a year.     no     ,     in years.     beanie having been glued to his head ever since he’d gotten it.     ❛     i promise     …      jug     ,     i pinky - promise.     ❜     it was her way of promising     ,     her way of reminding him just how important it really was to her.     the lack of his jacket didn’t even bother her.     her was still     her     jughead     ,     and they were still     serpents     together.     ❛     fix everything     —–     fix us.      ❜     it wasn’t just     for him     to fix them     ,     but it was a start.     back arched and hands easily removed the bra from her skin     ,     tossing it to the side as well.     she felt exposed     ,     sticky hot summer air still causing her nipples to harden     &     her back to arch just lightly.

             there used to be days when he was gentle. some when he would fuck her until they were both a mess of clothes, odds, ends. those days were always the worst days. the ones where the beatings had been brutal; or the skin especially damaged, so the friction of the act made it extra pleasurable. so that they might forget. but he didn’t want her to forget this night. he was going to be soft, like he used to be on nights when they had long lengths to be together. slow even. these scars she made on herself damaged him internally, but he could do nothing to prevent it. those scars were long since passed; he knew by sight alone, when she’d made them. ❛our baby....it wasn’t your fault, maddy.❜ his voice was soft. trembling as he kissed the shell of her ear. then her neck. it had been too long since he’d last seen her laid out bare for his eyes. he’d thought it was over. that their forever; had ended. but it couldn’t end when it did; nor where it did. not this way. in tragedy. in hopelessness. lowering his mouth to hers he stole another loving kiss. so tender he was with her. he had scars of his own, new to hers eyes, but not of his own placement. of his father’s. of those at school who bullied him. a knife slash over his side; bruised ribs from a harsh kick when he was done at school. things that couldn’t be changed. discarding his shirt, he let her view him in all his glory. unbuckling his trousers he was slow to slide them down his thighs, leaving him vulnerable before her. naked as the day he was born. easily rejected by her; if she so desired to. but when he heard that plea of hers he could do no less. discarding her shorts, along with her panties he climbed between her thighs, like he had so many times before. ❛i’ll fix it all, baby.❜ his voice was soft as he slid his already erect prick deep within her drenched folds. sucking in air it knocked the wind out of him. it had been too long since he’d been home; too long since he’d loved her. tears came to his eyes, from the overpowering reality of it all.

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fp&betty; when hope ends

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&. BETTY:

      moans continued to fall from her lips. maybe it was wrong to be depending on his touch to make her feel something, anything. her teeth were once more sinking into her lip. the darkness that she always tried to hide was coming back out. the darkness that only jughead had known about. once more it was coming out. her moans began to grow in volume as his touch increased. she was becoming extremely aroused, her wetness coating his fingers and dripping down her thighs. his fingers were pressing against her clit in just the right way. she nodded, almost struggling to listen to his question,“ ye-yes,” she choked out,“ just like when i danced on that pole.” she knew what she had done had shocked more than a few people. she remembered the looks on the serpents faces. fp had been the one to put his jacket over her and lead her away from the stage. she was becoming a mess, trembling in his hold,“ ye-yes, please jug.” she felt like she was becoming desperate just like jughead would make her feel. his scent was everywhere in the air due to the clothes she had on. he was whispering in her ear, his voice dangerously low. a surprised cry escaped when his teeth bit down into her shoulder through the fabric. though she found herself enjoying the feeling of the pain. she found herself trying to shift, her legs going to straddle his. it was a position that she was so used to doing with jughead. if she closed her eyes it was truly like she was with him. she didn’t think about leaning in to begin to press kisses against his neck, her hands grasping at his upper arms. her heart was pounding and her hips were beginning to rock against his own.

              he was witnessing her moans, hearing the urgent cries first hand, yet he never wanted to cease. didn’t feel a single regret. his son was no longer here to fill the void he’d left in his young girlfriend’s life, so now it was his turn to help her. to take control of her frame; to make her feel what jughead did. drawing her nearer as she straddled him he stole further kisses. this was by far the darkest, most sinful act he’d ever been complicit in. no matter the loyalty he held for his son, he should not have been so willing to take this female under his wing. he should have kicked her out, not drawn her in closer. but every nerve-ending in his body was now telling him to have her for his own. to take her in jughead’s name. she let his son’s name fall so easily from those pleats, even through her soft tears. so he hummed lightly, pressed slightly more against her clit, before tweaking the bundle of nerves between his fingers. ❛is that what you want, betts? you want me to bend you over the table?❜ it was a filthy suggestion. he’d meant to make love to her, but she’d roused him with her statements. latched on to his darkness, only to pull it front, & center in the open. as she rocked her hips up against his own, he only grew more erect. rubbing more profusley against her folds, pushing, grinding against her lower pleats. ❛you’re soaked for me, betty.❜

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jughead&maddy; time lost

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&. MADDY:

          his warmth was everything she needed     /     everything she’d missed.     she used to hate being far away from it     ,     hate missing it.     it had been the     one thing     she figured she would never get back.     but here he was.     and there she was.     back in his arms.     swallowing thickly     ,     hand was still grasping at his shirt     &     head lifted up to look at him.     he was close     ,     so damn close     &     he still smelled the same.     he was still     her     jughead.     her body     still     ached     for him     ,     albeit the previous betrayal.     and when words filled her ears     ,     when words registered and promise had been made     ?      that’s when she could breathe again.     pinky was linked with pinky     ,     what seemed stupid only incredibly important to her.     it was what had been broken before     ;     a pact they’d made when they were twelve years old.     now they were different.     completely and utterly different.     maddy had her own house     ,    both     being in the serpents     ,     leather jacket     hanging on one of the many chairs that surrounded the living room table     &     a loyalty they were now stuck to forever.     serpents protected one another.     no matter what.     ❛     you’re a serpent.     ❜     that explained his visit.     at least he made the right choice.     the serpents were their family.     and family stuck together.     a sudden gasp elicited from her throat when he lifted her up     ,     thighs wrapping around his waist and arms around his neck     &     lips feeling like home again.     the soft mattress beneath her was clear indication of where this was going     &     for the first time in a year she wouldn’t protest.     her head dropped back     ,      allowing every inch of her body to feel his lips.     she stopped worrying all together.     that was what she needed to do.     so she let him take charge.     something she wasn’t used to when they were younger.

            he should have still been ashamed to love her. like he had been before. it was shame in part that allowed him to walk away so easily. the shame of being a blood relation. to falling in love with his own cousin. the teenagers were cruel before; if they knew he found comfort with his own cousin the cruelty would surely rise. but he could no longer withstand the urges. every day since he had abandoned her, the pull to return had been strong. his stomach had tugged him towards his lover. his cousin. his everything. he had ignored instead. let his mind shut down, closed his heart along with it. it was supposed to be a clean cut deal. to sever ties; but he couldn’t. not again. the serpents jacket clung tight to his skin to remind him of what had drawn them apart, but now back together. with trembling fingertips he slid the fabric of her shirt up her stomach, over her head. before coming face to face in contact with the marks she’d made. worse than any on her wrists he froze. tears welling in his eyes. disbelieving fingers roamed the deep gouges, rubbing at the permanently marred skin.   ❛o-oh....maddy...❜ he was breathless. horror clung to his frame. hatred for himself for hurting her followed soon therafter. before he dipped his head to make kisses to the area. every last inch of her skin that was cut by her own hands was kissed, better. but he was afraid he could never truly make any of this ‘better’ not after so long.  ❛n-never again...promise me, maddy...❜ he had no right to ask. still not even an ounce of right; but he had to. for his sanity. for hers.  ❛baby...❜ he’d not spoken her name, let alone a pet name in a year. but he loved her. no less than the day he walked away.  ❛we’re both serpents...❜ sliding the leather of his jacket off, he laid it on the bed alongside them; a reminder of what had separated them. he kissed her. softly.  ❛i’ll fix it....i’ll fix everything.❜ he all but whispered, as he slid his hands behind her; unlatching her bra. 

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fp&betty; when hope ends

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&. BETTY:

       the first time jughead had snuck her into the trailer she had been nervous. betty knew that the two of them had needed to be quiet. more often than not they tried their best but in the middle of passion, they tended to forget that they needed to be quiet. maybe that was how fp had heard them the times they had. of course she never would have known if he hadn’t told her. why had he not put a stop to it? or had he not cared? she didn’t know and at that moment she knew it wasn’t important. all that was important was what was happening right at that moment. she could feel her face flushing at his words. his breath was gliding across her skin. almost of her body was becoming hot due to how she was feeling. she had no clue what she was doing as she slid his hand down past the waistband of the boxers on her frame. she didn’t have on any panties since she hadn’t thought about them. a strangled moan fell from her lips at the feeling of his fingers rubbing against her folds. her head fell back and she whimpered. what he was doing was causing her to feel something she never thought she’d feel again. he was forcing her to feel pleasure. tears were filling her eyes due to the troubling thoughts in her head. what would people think? what would jughead think if he was still there? she nodded at his question, feeling overwhelmed,“ i al-always need him,” she choked out, shocked at his questions,“ we did-did everything together, i-i would sometimes dress up for him.” she knew that most would be shocked if they knew. she was struggling to think straight and she inhaled sharply,“ he’d take me from behind, he’d mark me up where people couldn’t see, he used to make me climax so much until i couldn’t take it.” what he was suggesting should have disgusted her. instead she found herself nodding, gasping,“ ok-okay,” she managed to get out before she began to kiss him in return. what a picture they probably made. she felt like she was drowning in it, drowing in their feelings. the blonde found herself leaning into his touch, her free hand going to rest against the back of his neck,“ ple-please jughead,” she choked out,“ please.” it was so twisted but it was the first time she felt like she was alright.

            when he touched her, he watched her tremble under his fingertips. listened to the various words that would fall from her petals. when she squirmed it brought about his own arousal. it was buried, but would surface soon from within. the darkness that lingered inside was what drove him to pry those answers from her petals. how he desired to hear how his son had made her his own. the darkness inside of him called for the answers; for a vision to put all of the moans he heard from his son’s bedroom into reality. he pushed more firmly, rolling the bud of her clitoris, massaging her folds, letting the juices coat his son’s boxers. it was nearly impossible to tear his eyes away from her. it shouldn’t have caused him further arousal when his son’s name slipped out of her lips; but it did. ❛did you betty? like when you danced on the pole?❜ that outfit was seared into his brain. seeing her under those dark lights with sheen black lingerie on, was all he could think about for days afterward. everyone in the serpents bar could probably say much the same.  ❛you want to feel me again, betts? hm?❜ he whispered in her ear, lowly like jughead used to. wanted her to feel his son’s presence. the scent of him was already so strong from his clothing.  with his teeth he bit into her shoulder, letting her feel the sinking of his teeth into her arm. this was deeper than he should go, but he couldn’t watch her cry anymore. couldn’t hear her mourn him.