#silencethemany

@silencethemany​ asked:  "Oh no. Nobody told me you were hot." [anyone]

It had been over ten years since Sweet Pea had seen Jughead Jones, since they were young and Sweets was starting to grow like a weed and Jug was all big eyes and soft dark curls and the prettiest lips Sweets had ever seen on anyone. Then his dad had committed the crime that should have sent him to jail and they’d had to leave. They’d ended up with another chapter of the Serpents and he’d gone up through the ranks quickly, never really making friends but having his violent and criminal tendencies nurtured until they flourished. It had gotten him a lot of notice from the higher ups and apparently even the Serpent King, because now he had been called back to Riverdale. 

Half leaned against the bar of the Wyrm, he lazily flipped a butterfly knife around his palm and smoked a cigarette as he waited for the meeting he was supposed to be having. He slowly looked over at the unexpected words, not giving away how startled he was and pulled the cigarette from his lips as he ran his tongue slowly over his lower lip, twisted it at the corner and bit at the tip for a second before he spoke, dark eyes glinting in interested, “Well, if it ain’t little Jughead Jones. Grew into your pretty, huh?”  

       "When  a  person  is  sitting  alone  at  a  table,  it  often  means  they  wish  to  be  left  alone.”  He  raised  his  head,  hypnotic  blue  eyes  pinning  the  other  in  a  manner  that  only  a  telepath  could.  There  were  voices  all  around  them,  but  Charles  had  enough  of  Hank’s  drug  in  his  system  to  easily  filter  out  the  interference.  A  quick  glance  through  their  head  would  deem  them  harmless  enough,  but  he  still  couldn’t  help  but  feel  wary.

@silencethemany​ asked:  [42 m/m any]

They were riled up, one of their captives already dead by their hands while the other watched. The air stank of blood, the liquid pooled around the room, splattered on the walls and the bound man, smeared over their bare skin. Steffen could taste it from where they’d been kissing, blood and Jericho was his favourite flavour and it just made him fuck his lover harder. The entire couch was moving with every one of his thrusts, his hands gripping at the back of it to help power his hips. He was practically silent, as was his way, panting heavily and letting out the softest of groans with each shove into Jericho, showing just how affected he was, it was loud for him. “Come for me.” He whispered.