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Author: let’s start the kink week with a good ol’ knife kink
Warnings: smut, use of knife
“Such a naughty girl, aren’t you? Always pressing that pretty ass of yours against me while I’m cooking... My baby is always so needy.” Vinnie murmurs against your ear as you relax in his arms. His left hand rests on your hip and slowly travels around your torso, caressing the exposed skin of your stomach. You sigh and close your eyes, head resting against his shoulder as he mumbles in your ear the naughtiest thoughts ever. “Cat got your tongue, pretty?” He continues as the other hand lets go of the surface in front of you and grabs the knife back. You have decided to cook something nice for lunch and found a really good recipe on the internet. You were fooling around, laughing and joking as he cut the vegetables. His body pressed against yours as his slender, ringed hand held the knife carefully. You kept glancing at it and it took him a couple of minutes to realize what was happening. “Uhm... Want me to use it against you, baby?” He murmurs. His hot breath fanning over your ear as goosebumps spread all over your body. You nod vigorously, feeling your core aching as he keeps lightly touching you and you know he’s doing it on purpose, to make you break. He hasn’t even started and you are already on your knees begging him to touch you. “Words, sweetie, words...” he teases you as the point of the knife rests against your lower stomach. You hiss and open your eyes, looking down. “Please Vinnie... Just do something.” You whine and he chuckles lowly. The knife moves to one side to the other one, tracing the skin of your lower abdomen. He makes sure he’s not applying too much pressure to actually hurt you and enjoys how your whole body reacts to it. The hand which isn’t holding the knife moves upward, taking a hold of your left breast as his fingers pinch the nipple. “Do you like it? Like how I have you wrapped around my finger?” He blows hot air on your neck as you nod, tongue wetting your lips as the soft touches just drive you insane. He smirks against your cheek. The knife following the hand and tracing the skin between your breasts, landing on your throat. You sigh and bite your bottom lip, feeling your heartbeat speeding up as he keep eyes wide open, amazed by how responsive your body is to his touch. “Feel what you do to me, doll...” he grinds his hips against your ass and you choke on your breath when you feel his hard on pressed against you. He lets out a low growl as he feels a bit relieved by the friction but doesn’t lose his attention. The knife still softly pressed against your chest. “Mmh... Vinnie... The boys... They are coming back... Soon.” In a moment of clarity you remember Silas’ words about coming back home around two in the afternoon and looking at the clock in front of you, you realize it’s almost fifty minutes past one. He follows your eyes and sighs. “I like taking my time with you though... Can you be quiet for me then?” He smirks since he knows you can’t but loves challenges. You feel your knees growing weaker as you nod. He moves the tip of the sharp object downward, not stopping at where it used to be. Your eyes widen as he flips the knife around, holding it by the sharp side and pressing the handle against your clit. “Shit... Please...” you moan as he starts to stimulate it. He bites the skin of your shoulder as his left hand keeps pinching and massaging your now hard nipple. You buck your hips against the knife and he moves it away. A soft yet loud whine erupting from your lips at the loss of contact. “Behave and I’ll let you cum...” he smiles as you sigh and nod, knowing you have to follow his rules or he won’t give you what you want. “Such a dirty girl... Getting off on a knife... My cock wasn’t enough I guess... Or maybe you want to take both, uh?” He suggests and you feel it right in your core as the thought of it makes you shiver. “Yes Vinnie... Both...” “Good girl...” he praises you diving back into work.
For @riverdale-events // Riverdale Kink Week // Theme 6. Choose Your Own Kinkventure
Usually, his best ideas come at late hours when everyone is asleep and the only sound is the tapping of keys. Though lately, the satisfying symphony of flowing words has been harder to come by. Instead, he finds himself craving a different symphony that involves the crescendo of Betty’s moans along with the tempo of their skin slapping together with every one of his sharp thrusts.
It’s not new information that he focuses better when she is around. Something about his girlfriend just inspires all of his best ideas. She’ll always be the first to hear his ideas and read over his work. Jughead would be lying if he said he wasn’t aroused when she would give him such articulate and well-thought critiques. While she is a big influence in his writing process, he never expected their sexual relationship to be an added factor.
Then again, neither of them seem to be complaining about this new development which was discovered completely by accident.
Or, Betty inspires Jughead in more way than one
Read the rest here
A very special thanks to the wonderfully brilliant, and beautiful @velvetsugarbabexo who is the best beta for life and listens to my crazy ideas and overthinking. I love you babes.
This is a jumbled, unbeta’d untitiled ficlet in response to prompt #95- asphyxiation and penetration with an invisible being. Falls under Paraphila Playland and Fantasies Come True. I have no one to tag since it was anonymous. The beginning is kind of dark but not dub-con. I really needed to get this in (no, not late, why would you say that? time has taken a vacation don’t you know) so read on or don’t. I will upload a smoother and a lil more fleshed out version on Ao3 this weekend.
His hand bypasses her loose skirt and underwear, finding her unsurprisingly soaked. He thrums her clit harshly, watching her face for a moment before tracing her entrance and abruptly shoving two fingers in.
“You like this, don’t you? It’s your favorite part of the week. Prim Miss Cooper being a good girl and checking all the active sites. Except you haven’t told your superiors that you’ve made contact with me, have you? I bet you’ve left me out of your reports. If they did, they might check in with me and I could spill about how you get your rocks off every week. They must know about the others, no logged interaction would be suspicious. I can see the echo of their signatures on you since you saved me for last. But there’s nothing near that sweet pussy so it’s just me that gets this special treatment.”
Jughead pauses while his free hand traces her cheekbone, her brow, the outline of her lips. The wet, smacking sound of his fingers driving in and out brutally fast, stand out now that he stopped talking and echo in the building.
“Are you smitten Betty? Do you think one day I might exert a little too much pressure during our interludes and kill you? You’d be a ghost just like me, with me. Does the thought of that make you happy? I can see it intrigues you. I’ve known you for months. Spent two hours once a week for seven months before you even got up the nerve to kiss me. And we’ve some glorious sessions since then but I got a little introspective yesterday.”
Betty breathes out sharply and whispers his name. Jughead scowls and suddenly there is a steady pressure on her throat, digging in the slightest bit.
“Hmmm? I can’t quite hear you.”
Betty makes a little choking sound, her eyes watering.
He presses his chest into her front, practically squishing Betty into the wall and her eyes roll into her head.
“You don’t even know what I look like. Not really. And you certainly didn’t when you laid one in me so what’s the deal Cooper?”
She feels his hand leave and creep into her hair before he massages the back of her scalp not leaning on the wall.
“I’ve begun to think you’re flirting with death through me. But I’m a person even if I’m dead and I don’t appreciate being used.”
She opens her mouth and he swiftly moves back with supernatural speed to squeezes her neck.
“Unless you make the stop sign, you are not getting the chance to talk. Understood. Nod or shake.” He loosens his hold so she can indicate properly.
Her eyes plead with him but ultimately she swallows and nods, reaching up to caress the invisible hand now laying on her collarbone.
“You’re right. I’m being too melancholy. Most people don’t expect spectacular sex after death. I should focus on the task at hand.”
His left hand was still wedged inside her cunt during all of this but he had halted his finger fucking earlier. Jug finally starts the push and pull again, pinching her clit with his thumb and pinky before grinding his palm. Betty shudders, already close to finishing again and essentially debauched.
He feels very lucky he trimmed his nails two days before he died otherwise he would have had to hesitate before curling his fingers inside her and he so loves the ensuing gush from it.
Her cheeks are rosy and he can’t help but stare at them before moving his gaze to her lips. He’s barely kissed her today. His anger was too high for sweetness and it’s harder with this specific position.
The grip his anger had softens and Jughead leans down to cover her plushier mouth with his. She presses against him as much as possible to prolong the contact but he pulls away with a quick nip to upper lip.
He hikes up her leg and positions himself accordingly. Jughead feels that same sense of belonging he gets every time she grants him this pleasure and thrusts inside. Keeping a feverish pace, Jughead tried to angle himself to brush against her front wall on the down stroke. Betty grasped his neck and clung with all her strength while her other hand raking down his side. It was lucky he was dead or otherwise she might have snapped his neck.
After she widened her stance of her free leg to get a better angle, Jughead seamlessly hoisted her along his waist to bound with the other at his back. Betty began to buck into him and grabs his head to crush his mouth to hers, immediately opening up to him. Jughead groans at the overwhelming sensations surrounding him and heatedly rubs her clit to nudge her into completion. It’s a messy finish but Betty doesn’t care- Jughead made her see stars.
Around ten minutes later, he was laying down with his back to the wall with Betty in his lap and tucked into his chest. Jug made sure to tap into his reserves to keep his body warm. He’d have all week to build them back up anyway. “I’m sorry I let my insecurities bleed into the roleplay. I should have made sure to talk it out when you came in instead.”
Betty put down her water bottle and he stopped stroking her hair when she tilted her head. “Jug, I’m sorry. I had no idea you felt that way. I have been unintentionally cruel- I’ll tell HQ I made contact tonight. I just, when I meet everyone else they were so sad or furious. Their initial apparition was furniture whirling around, thick air and sometimes violence. You were so calm and open to talking, it just felt special. A soothing connection to look forward to after the bad days and threats to my person.”
“I know, I know that. I feel very lucky I died in my sleep because of the gas leak. Violent deaths lead to raging newly awoken ghosts and those experiences are hard for you. I don’t actually want you to turn me in. I was a curmudgeon in life and I still am, just with a soft spot for you. This was all because it’s difficult being stuck in a fixed place and I’ve been pining recently. Made me feel bitter and what if you were with me for the freaky sex but eventually found a human boyfriend.’
She rubs his arm and kisses his shoulder. “I would be so upset if I had ruminated on that and had no way to get in contact with you and reassure myself. I’m going to insist I check here twice a week from now on. I can reason it since I’ve never reported your presence. And maybe if that doesn’t work for let’s say a year- I can have this location labeled as an inaccurate account and buy it back. I would do some renovations and we could live together. You don’t have to strain yourself to appear all the time though Juggie. I know I can be content with you, no matter how that works.”
He hugs her tight, “a less selfish man would insist you find someone with a beating heart to grow old with.”
“You however, are aware that I know myself too well and am too stubborn to be persuaded to seek out something I don’t need. And it’s okay to be selfish with your heart.”
“Cohabitating would be a dream. Anything with you makes me happy Betts. That’s what’s truly freaky about this.”
The warm longing in his eyes betrays his wry tone and Betty grins. “You may be my Grinch but maybe more cuddles and less self-deprecation Juggie.”
“How can I say no?”
