#kinkweek

[tikiniki]

Kink week hype!

I just finished my first (but hopefully not only) fic for kinkweek! And it's around 10000 words, of pure filth. Four men universe! I hope you're ready... 🌶

[bugheadspoby]

PRECIOUS ON Ao3.

FOR KINKWEEK @riverdale-events

THEME: SLIGHT BDSM (welcome to the maple club), PARAPHILIAS.

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For Elizabeth, life was all about fantasizing about her raven-haired high school love Forsythe who was a serial killer and killed basically all of her ancestors in revenge for ruining his family.

The real question that triggered her mind was that why was she not included in his red list? What she didn't know was that he had a different kind of red list for her because Jughead was far more lust-filled than she could ever imagine.

Kink, Smut, Psychopaths, Stalkers, Murders, Bughead and Paraphilias combined with BAD WRITING for #RiverdaleKinkWeek

PARAPHILIAS. sub-type: Erotophonophilia - Murder, often of strangers or Murder Kink.

[ariaqueiroz]

My friend on instagram did this amazing prompt list and since she doesn’t have a tumblr I asked her to let me post it here as well.

Feel free to use your ocs or/and OTP for this nasty little list *wink*

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[thetaoofbetty]

me, seeing what today’s kink week thingy is...alright

me, an adult, still unsure of what the frig it is...okay 

me, an adult without parental controls, maybe let’s not google that

me, an adult googling anyway, oh. i’m dumb, nevermind 

[itsmarscosta]

I just want to say that I can't wait to get home and read all the masterpieces being posted on this lovely day of Kink Week. A huge 'thank you' to all writers, you guys rock!

[bugheadspoby]

PRECIOUS.

(Bughead oneshot sneak peek)

“Wh-who are you” she let out a breath, shakily. She knew he was the same man who did this before but who was it? This question kept on spiraling in her mind.

Could it be someone taking advantage that she lives alone? Or some psychopath?

He licked his lips fervently looking at her. He liked- no loved the way her heart was racing right now. He could listen to those beats all his life. He gently pulled a strap of her camisole and shot it back with a smack against her delicate skin. She gasped at the new spark against her skin and her lips trembled while he was having the best time of his life watching her writh.

She tried to move, to break free but she once again met failure as the ties that held her wrists to the bedpost jerked her back and she whimpered.

Only if she could see right now. Only if she knew who he was. He smirked so big on her helplessness as he slowly straddled her. His lips shut tightly together as he caressed her lips gently with his thumb, stroking them.

“Please..what do you want?” she pleaded again, her voice was shaking slightly and her body was also quivering under his touch. “Who are you?” she asked again.

Silence.

He was enjoying the view in front of him in complete silence. A blindfolded, strapped up to bed Elizabeth Cooper wasn’t a sight everyone gets to witness. He was lucky so he decided to take advantage of the situation as much as he could. His precious was finally his possession. 

Before he could get on with pleasing himself and his beautiful stalker he wanted to find out where she kept her journal or rather HIS BODY COUNT draft.

He looked everywhere while she was tied up. 

The drawers had nothing in them but some stupid childhood photo albums where Alice Cooper had Betty stand in pastel pink skirts and forced her to pose with her family. 

B and V handmade bracelets and some gift cards. 

Makeup, his favorite scrunchies and some bralettes and panties. He noticed that she had a pair of everything, even the ones he stole had a twin. It was a rather pleasing sight for him.

He moved on to the wardrobe but found nothing again. Just the same grandma sweaters, skirts and jeans. He was about to close the attire when a black swirl of lingerie and a wig caught his attention. 

This girl is fierier than I imagined, he thought and smirked to himself.

Last time he checked it all but still couldn't find what he was looking for so he decided to try once again. He sighed in disappointment and raked his fingers in his hair as he trashed the study table too.

Where could she possibly hide her journal? Obviously, someplace where Alice Cooper wouldn't find it or look for.

She was a nosy bitch who even looked in Betty's trash bin to find something that she can give her a lecture on. Bathroom drawers had a sore full sight of orange bottles, wax stripes and packets of tampons.

Ugh, what the fuck? He sure was a creep but not someone who would go through girls tampons so he concluded that he won't find anything in here but irrelevant girl stuff.

What am I missing? He kept on asking himself. What place did he miss in that small, pink wallpapered room where Betty could hide her secrets or what must rather be called HIS SECRETS.

Under the comforter? Bingo!

He ran out again and found her sitting in the same position he left her in, still struggling to untie her wrists.

It was surely a delightful sight for a creep like him.

Just a little tap under the mattress as his hands brushed against the leather of the old, torn black journal she hid there and he smiled in victory.

All the rummaging in between panties and tampons paid him off well.

It was a poorly bound leather diary that spurred on the floor when he took it out from beneath the comforter. He couldn't wait to see what she's been writing about him and his murders.

Dear Diary,

Archie died today, I don't know what to think but I kinda feel sad for him.

Although he was not the very best person, he didn't deserve to die like this. I know Jughead is angry and he has the right to do what he's doing with Lodges and Andrews but I still feel like this was way too much.

He shouldn't have shot him in the head like that. It was a remorseful sight to see Archie cold, dead and gory but I love Juggie so I forgave him.

Looking through pages he counted the titles one by one.

Archie

Hermione

Mary

Hiram

Mad dog

Hal 

Alice 

He felt so sorry for all the crap the Coopers put Betty through since they brought her home. It was one of the many reasons he killed Hal and Alice. They didn't treat his girl right and he was so angry when he watched Betty cry and hurt herself because of her parents.

They deserved to die like that.

Dear Diary,

Police found Hiram’s dead body today. Veronica was crying so loud and my heart broke when I saw her. 

Hiram deserves hell and Juggie did the right thing but I can’t see V like this.

Sometimes I wonder if he’ll come for me too. My parents were a part of what happened to his family and he’s angry.

Diary, will I ever be able to tell him how much he means to me? Will I ever be able to tell him that I know who he is and what he did but I love him anyway?

He felt like his heart broke because of her sweet, innocent words and he was also surprised to feel that he had one, beating in his chest. 

The list continued as he went through pages but one name caught his attention and there was no description underneath the name.

Betty

Betty? Betty? Betty?

Why would she think I'll ever do that to her? He clenched his jaw, making a sore face.

He felt something unusual while he sighed, he realized she was shaking. She completely lost her composure and began to cry. Her sniffles were getting audible with every minute.

Deep down he felt so bad. As much as he like watching her cry, his lungs clenched inside his chest.

She was just an innocent girl who was too deeply in love with a creep.

"Oh Elizabeth" He whispered on her cold face, wiping away the tears that made there way out of the blindfold and onto her cheeks. "You fell in love with the wrong guy precious"

She gasped when she heard a familiar voice and jerked back a little with her mouth agape.

"F-For-Jug-?" Her voice was shaky as she sobbed into her words.

"You know me too well, huh?" He smiled grabbing her chin close to his face. "But you still hurt me so much"

"Are you here t-to kill me?" She asked and pressed her lips together to stop them from trembling.

What else would he want? She thought and shivered. She always wanted to be this close to him that she even fantasized him killing her, just like the others. Coldly.

He chuckled and his head fell back a little. He loved her too much to even have such a thought and she was too pure to be killed mercilessly.

She was too precious.

BUGHEAD ONE SHOT- COMING SOON TO Ao3

Entry in @riverdale-events #kinkweek

Theme: Paraphilias, BDSM, Murder Kink.

[bugheadspoby]

PRECIOUS 

(BUGHEAD ONE-SHOT SNEAK PEEK)

...Jughead immediately dipped his head into her trembling neck. Betty whimpered against the bed when he slowly began sucking on the sensitive parts of her neck, her panties were getting awfully uncomfortable already and he didn't even do anything yet. She could only imagine how Jughead must've felt right now because she was deprived of the beautiful scenery by the silk fold that was covering her eyes.

"You deserve punishment for breaking my heart" she gasped a little on his dominant voice. "But I think I can make an exception for my precious" his thumbs swiftly caressed her chapped lips.

His rough hands slowly reached for the lace covering her breasts, exposing them slightly as well and stroking his thumb over her nipple. He was hardening by the minute and she never felt so vulnerable ever before in her life. Jughead was anxious and didn’t want to waste any time. She was already so overwhelmed and it kind of turned him on even more. 

Being dominant was his favorite thing and right now he had his whole world strapped up to a bedpost and he couldn't help but smirk and fulfill all his sinful desires. His hands reached down for her skirt and he unbuttoned it while observing her nervousness. He slowly slid it down and threw it aside somewhere.

Betty felt a jolt running down her spine and her shivers were now uncontrollable. He was having so much fun as he watched her writh and his hands were traveling along her bruised thighs. Jughead smiled as his nails dug into her soft, velvet skin slightly when he placed his hands on her breasts again.

He was having the best time of his life, grinning like a fool, watching her bite her lips in nervousness.

“Stay still precious” he said dominantly as she tried to calm her breathing but it was no use in trying. "I'm going to make you feel so good"

Betty tried to oblige and he spread his fingers, slowly crept them inside the lace on her waist. Betty breathed hard and he smirked at how she was reacting to his touch. His fingers slowly gripped her panties and without a warning, he slipped them all the way down her legs. 

Betty's chest contracted and a painful spark rushed in her body mixed with a sudden feeling of adrenaline as she bit her lip to stop whatever noises her brain was forming. Jughead bobbed his head and Betty quivered at his rough touch. He had the same tremble and adrenaline rushing in his veins and looking at what she was doing to him all her sick fantasies were coming to life.

BUGHEAD WITH A TWIST OF PARAPHILIAS, MURDER KINK, SMUT, BDSM, A LOT OF BLOOD, STALKING AND BAD WRITING FOR @riverdale-events  #KINKWEEK

FRIDAY SEPT 20 on Ao3.

[bugheadspoby]

"Have you ever seen an ordinary Hellcaster touching Griffin Queen like this?" 

His eyes fell down on the ground like a scolded puppy. He can’t touch her. She was Griffin Queen. The embodiment of beauty and brutality. She was the one who killed Gargoyle King. How could he even think that he could touch her like this? 

"No touching, hellcaster" she commanded, raising up his chin again. “Or you’ll end up just like Gargoyle King”

OR A KINK WEEK ONE-SHOT, A RETENTION OF 03X05 WHERE BETTY TRIES TO BRING JUGHEAD TO SENSES INSTEAD OF LEAVING HIM IN THE BUNKER.

GoodBoy, Hellcaster - Coming soon on Ao3.