#sweetbughead

So, I’ve been working on something very different for me. Below the cut is a sample (completely out of context, but you’ll get the picture) of the OT3 fic (which does not have a name yet) that I’ve been plugging away at for a few months now.

If you are not interested in Betty x Jughead x Sweet Pea, please move along.

*please note this is unbeta’d for now. any/all mistakes are mine.*

Male Jewelry

Note: Jughead/Betty/Sweet Pea, Rated M/Explicit

Note 2: I feel like I should expand this one into a full fledged smutfic sometime.

long overdue, but thanks to @bugggghead and her beta skillz it is here. she also made this lovely graphic a while back for a fic rec ♡

Spring Buggie Break | Day One | Spring Break | @riverdale-events

A Sweet Pea x Betty x Jughead spring break road trip during their final year at NYU.

Never Have I Ever

A multi-chapter Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones/Sweet Pea (PB&J) fic.

“Hi,” she said a little more breathlessly than intended. “Did you maybe want to partner up?”

“Uh, sure. Yeah, I guess.” He pulled out a spiral bound notebook and a red pen.

“I’m Betty, by the way.”

“Jughead,” he said, uncapping the pen and steadying it in between his fingers like a cigarette.

Summary:  Despite none of them having any experience being involved with multiple people, Sweet Pea, Betty, and Jughead’s relationship was growing like a well-nurtured plant. Over the course of the last few weeks, Betty and Sweet Pea had established their own connection; they had explored as a couple and found a dynamic that was comfortable for them both. Sweet Pea and Jughead were roommates, and they were able to spend time alone without Betty fairly often, as well.

Chapter 4 now on AO3

(Thanks my dear!)

“That pirate costume looks really great on you. Does that mean you’d like to search me for buried treasure?”

Sweet Pea's jaw drops, almost comically. He stares, unblinking at Jughead who is standing there with a flush creeping down the side of his neck. "I'm sorry, what?" 

A strawberry blonde Betty suddenly materializes underneath Jughead's arm, her own slinging around his middle. She holds a magnifying glass up in front of her face, peering up through it. At him. 

"Maybe a two for one deal will sweeten the bounty." 

He almost chokes. Glancing around the room over everyone's heads for proof that someone is playing a prank on him. But the sea of people chatter aimlessly, drinking away the night. Veronica is tending the bar, vampire fangs on display as she grins wickedly at a werewolf leaning into her. 

"Who are you the two of you supposed to be?" He grunts out, avoiding eye contact. Not sure if it's the cramped space of La Bonne Nuit, the significant layers of his pirate costume, or the way they're both looking at him so intensely but he's sweating. 

"I'm Nancy Drew," Betty says, standing upright and popping her hip out. She's in a blue blazer and matching pencil skirt, yellow encasing her legs. 

He wonders if they're tights or thigh highs, if she's wearing a garter belt, or a thong—his attention snaps back to her face when she clears her throat. 

"I'm a serial killer." 

Sweet Pea raises an eyebrow at Jughead. "You're not even—you're just wearing your normal clothes." 

"Exactly." Jughead taps a finger against his temple. "They always seem to blend in with everyone around them, totally unassuming." 

"Well you're standing out right now, fuckwad." 

"So crass, Sweet Pea. Stop avoiding the original question."

He makes a face at Betty, before she's reaching out and hooking two fingers in the the V of his flouncy shirt. She tugs him forward and he can do little but obey. 

Jughead sighs. "I told you it was going to take more than a pick up line." 

"You weren't confident enough." 

"Yes I was." 

"No. You weren't. You should have—"

"What the fuck, guys?" Sweet Pea looks between them. "Are you two drunk or…" he trails off, noticing they don't even have cups in their hands. 

"We're just really bad at flirting, apparently." Betty shrugs a shoulder, fingers sliding up his chest to graze against the side of his neck. Over his tattoo. He goes very still. "Don't you want to have some Halloween fun with us?" 

"It would be pretty sweet." Jughead steps closer, nearly sandwiching Betty between them. "What do you say?" 

His brain must be short circuiting or could they really mean what it sounded like? 

He takes in a breath in and thinks fuck it. "I say, how about we head back to my ship and rock the boat?"

(thanks sarahcakes!) 

It's raining outside. Which wouldn't normally be a bad thing, but it's cold and wet and it's Halloween. 

They had plans tomorrow, a costume night at the Wrym but still. Betty wanted to go to the park, or Pop's, or anywhere to see everyone all dressed up. She wanted to wear her costume now. 

Return to Halloweentown was not making things any better, despite Jughead's arm wrapped around her shoulder. He was crunching on popcorn in her ear and she was ready to throw the whole bowl at the TV. 

How dare they recast Marnie!?!

Granted she's had 15 years to get over it, but it still hasn't happened yet. 

There's a frown pulling her mouth down, wrinkle between her eyebrows that she can hear her mother yammering on about in the back of her head. A sigh escapes her lips, arms crossing over her chest as a foot bounces over the arm of the couch. 

“Hey pumpkin, I bet I can put a smile on your face.”

She glances up, not even sure when exactly Sweet Pea got home. She hadn't heard the door at all. But he's soaking wet, only dry where his jacket had covered his shoulders. Then his hand is wrapping around her ankle, hand freezing against her bare skin, and yanks. 

A garbled noise leaves her throat as he pulls her along the cushion, stepping between her legs as his other hand curls underneath her ass and lifts her to sit on the arm. He's in her space, hair dripping all over her shoulder and neck as his lips find her throat. 

She clings to him, knees squeezing as she grabs a fistful of his shirt. His mouth is hot compared to the rest of him, lips burning a path down her shoulder as his hands curve around her hips and bring her even closer. 

"I'm not smiling yet," she breathes, eyes fluttering. 

He hums in her ear. "Jughead, help me out a little would ya?" 

"I don't know, man. She stopped smiling once we started Halloweentown 3." 

"It's a downward spiral from there on," Betty whines. 

But she feels another hand sweeping the hair away from her neck, a nose nuzzling in and the boys' heads knock together as they kiss in greeting over her shoulder. 

Jughead pushes at the middle of her back, forcing her to arch into Sweet Pea, his teeth finding her ear once they finally part. 

She can't help the tingles that travel down to curl at the base of her spine, a shudder wracking through her as Sweet Pea rocks her hips in his hands and he's already hard against her. 

"Aren't you excited for tomorrow?"

There's a pointed thrust that follow the words and her mouth opens to suck in a breath. Her train of thought gets lost somewhere along the line of Jughead's hand snaking between them to slip beneath the band of her shorts. 

His fingers slip down, brushing over the front of her underwear, scratching at the lace. "Answer him, Betty." 

"Yes," she squeaks. "I'm very excited." 

Sweet Pea chuckles against her throat, lips pressing up her jaw. "We're ready to be at your beck and call, Miss Dorothy. Just remember to tell us when you want to go back to Kansas." 

She suspects that's a euphemism for home, and her fingers slide up to sink into his hair and tug gently. 

At the thought of them walking arm-in-arm with her in their costumes down the road, it makes her giggle. 

"You're going to make such a cute Tin Man." 

"What am I? Chopped liver?" 

Her eyes roll and she wiggles her hips up to Jughead's fingers still stroking above her underwear. "I already showed you my thoughts on your Scarecrow costume earlier." 

"I missed something fun, didn't I?" Sweet Pea groans. 

"Maybe?" 

"Oh, it was definitely fun." Jughead leans into her back, sounding breathy as one of Sweet Pea's hands leaves her backside. 

"I think I know what'll put a smile on my face now." 

"And what's that, pumpkin?" Sweet Pea kisses the corner of her mouth, her lips twitching, threatening to burst into a smile. 

"If you two would watch the first Halloweentown with me again." 

They both groan.