#theme two

Summary: When your boyfriend Sweet Pea pulls you over for speeding, he has the perfect punishment planned in place of giving you a ticket. ((Anon request))

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader x Fangs

Rating: Mature // Explicit

Word Count: 2.2k+

Warnings: shameless smut, handcuffs, double penetration, threesome, some knife play, unprotected sex (wrap it if you tap it xoxo)

A/N: I waited so long to post this so that I could finally participate in my first event by @riverdale-events ! Welcome to Kink Week! This falls under Theme Two: The More the Merrier. Thank you for reading!

It was the perfect day. The temperature was just hot enough that you could roll your window down and let the wind whip through your hair. Your favorite rock song was blasting on the radio and you found yourself belting out the lyrics in an animated fashion, head bopping and dancing in rhythm with the bass. The sky was mostly clear with a few fluffy clouds speckling along the horizon.

Your right foot pressed down further onto the gas pedal, the engine revving as the small needle on the speedometer jumped higher. It ticked passed the 100 mph mark as you sped down the empty highway.

You didn’t hear the siren. Rather, you couldn’t hear the siren over the music. The flashing blue lights that illuminated your rear view mirror made you curse loudly, heart jumping into your throat as you slowed down your old sedan. You pulled off to the shoulder and cursed again, not wanting yet another speeding ticket.

The cop car pulled in behind you, lights still flashing though the siren was now cut off. You reached over and pulled out your license and registration, trying to think of a good excuse for going over a hundred in a sixty mph zone. Maybe you could say your friend was having a baby and you had to get to the hospital? No…your grandma was in the hospital? You frantically tried to think of something that would be the most plausible as there was a tap on your window.

You rolled it down before looking up, a sigh of relief exiting out of your body as you saw the very tall, extremely good looking deputy standing outside. “Thank god it’s you.” You breathed as a smile replaced your worried expression.

Your boyfriend did not look pleased. You couldn’t read much of his expression as the aviator sunglasses covered his eyes. “License and registration.” He said coarsely.

“Sweet Pea, is that really necessary?” You asked, batting your eyelashes up at him, “I wasn’t going that fast.”

His frown deepened, “Y/N, you were going a hundred and six. You do know what the speed limit is through here, don’t you?”

You gave him a sheepish look, “sixty…” You mumbled mostly to yourself as you began to feel guilty. “Please, Pea, I can’t get another ticket. I’ll lose my license!”

“Step out the car, Y/N.” He said, stepping back to give you room. Your muscles tensed as you opened your car door and got out. You looked up at him with a worried expression, not understanding why he wasn’t being lenient with you. “Hands in front of you.” He ordered as you notice him pull out the linked metal bracelets.

You started to panic, holding your hands out to comply as he tightening the cuffs around your wrists. “You can’t get a ticket, huh?” He asked, voice still serious. “Then you’ll have to pay for this some other way.”

You weren’t exactly a stranger to intense sexual acts and scenes since you started dating Sweet Pea over a year ago. He was very…imaginative in bed. He never bored you and often surprised you with something new to try. You briefly wondered if this was one of those situations. Hopefully for your driving record, it was.

He led you to his car and you saw his partner in the passenger’s seat with a grin on his face. Fangs could never hide his excitement. It was one of his few flaws. His eyes lit up with anticipation as his eyes connected with yours.

It clicked. He had been trying to get you to do a threesome with Fangs the past week and a half. You hadn’t been sure, having never been with more than one partner before. Sweet Pea was going to use your vulnerability to his advantage. A trade off of sorts. Some new kink scene in exchange for getting out of having to pay whatever hefty fine he’d assign to you through a traffic ticket. You cursed for a third time.

Sweet Pea guided you into the back of the cruiser and buckled you in. “Is this really necessary? What about my car? Pea, please, you don’t need to handcuff me.”

“You been very bad, baby girl. Law says I have to lock you up.” Sweet Pea said with a devious smirk. He got into the driver’s side of the car and started the engine. Sweet Pea and Fangs exchanged looks of excitement and smugness.

You huffed stubbornly in the cramped back seat, having to turn your legs to the side to even fit comfortably. The seatbelt was digging into your collarbone and you tested the strength of the handcuffs, no doubt leaving red lines along your wrists under the metal. It was no use. You were at the mercy of your boyfriend and his best friend.

It didn’t take long to figure out that he was taking you back to his trailer in Sunnyside. He pulled into the dirt driveway and turned off the car. After radioing in the position of your car so that it wouldn’t get towed, he turned back to look at you through the metal grate. “You’re awfully quiet princess. You won’t be for long.” He said menacingly before getting out and retrieving you from the back seat.

Fangs got out of the car as well, his infamous smirk plastered onto his face. You really wanted to just wipe it right off of him in that very moment as Sweet Pea grabbed your shoulder and led you inside. He was being forceful but not in a painful way.

Once in his bedroom, he forced you to sit onto the bed. You watched, anticipation growing inside you as you squirmed, clenching your thighs together as you got a good look at him in his uniform. You always did have a thing for him in khaki. Fangs looked equally good and they appeared to be taking off their pants in unison. The heavy belts thudding hard against the floor.

Their shirts were also quickly discarded so that they were down to their boxers. Your eyes shifted between the two deputies, the ever growing desire in their gaze lit you on fire.

“Sit behind her, Fangs, and hold her.” Sweet Pea said as he grabbed his switchblade from on top of the dresser. Fangs moved so he was sitting behind you, his chest pressed firmly against your back as he held your arms firmly in place.

You gave Sweet Pea a defiant look, “Pea this is my favorite tank top!” You protested, knowing he wasn’t about to un-cuff you. He pressed the flat of the blade against your lips to silence you. You quickly shut up as you felt the cold metal against your mouth.

He drug it down across your jawline and down your neck, “should have thought of that before you begged me not to give you a ticket.” He said in a low tone, edged with what you recognized as lust.

The blade moved to your shoulders and he cut through the straps off your bra and tank top. You let out a groan of protest as this had been one of your good bras that he just destroyed.

Sweet Pea tore the fabrics away, leaving your chest bare. Fangs’ hands moved under your arms to wrap around you so he could grab your breasts and knead them between his fingers. You knew he always had a thing for boobs, not being able to resist touching them now that they were free.

You bit your lip to keep from moaning, leaning back against Fangs as you felt his erection nestled against your ass. He moved his hips in a slow motion to rub himself against you. Sweet Pea practically ripped your shorts and underwear off, making you yelp in surprise.

Fangs chuckled into your ear as Sweet Pea just looked pleased with himself. Your eyes looked down to his boxers, seeing the tent being pitched by his hard cock. Fangs decided to pinch your nipples then and a pent up moan escaped from your throat.

Sweet Pea slipped his boxers off and stepped between your legs. He grabbed your wrists and brought your hands closer to his throbbing erection, “touch it.” He demanded as you wrapped one of your hands around his base. He grunted as you lightly stroked him, your hands being awkwardly forced together because of the handcuffs.

After a few pumps he pulled himself away. “Turn her over.” He ordered Fangs who pushed you forward long enough for him to take off his own boxers. He helped you turn around so you were straddling his lap. He laid back, pulling you on top of him, his penis rubbing against your already slick folds.

You looked at him with glossy eyes as he rubbed his tip along your entrance. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” He said in a hushed voice that made your face flush with embarrassment. You had no idea how much he wanted to fuck you. No wonder he was jumping at the chance.

Without much warning he suddenly entered into you, gliding in easily due to how ready you were, “God, she’s so fucking wet.” He said to Sweet Pea as he held still, enjoying the moment. You moved your hips in an attempt to feel more, but Fangs grabbed them to hold them still and you whined at him in response.

“No one said you could move.” Fangs replied in a growl, moving so that he was pressed into you as much as possible. With your hands on his chest you gave him a puppy-eyed look, trying to persuade him to move.

Sweet Pea let out a chuckle as he opened a bottle of lube to rub onto himself. You knew what he was preparing to do, and you immediately tensed. “You better use your fingers first,” You said in absolute protest.

“Only good girls get fingers.” Sweet Pea replied in a deadly tone and you knew you were officially screwed.

Fangs continued to hold you steady as Sweet Pea pressed his tip against your ass. You let out a whine of protest as he pushed in. He knew that if you wanted to stop it then you’d use the safe word, but you hadn’t so he wasn’t about to let up. You had thought about using it but honestly with Fangs inside of you already, all you wanted was release.

You braced yourself as Sweet Pea edged into you slowly, trying to relax so that it didn’t hurt as much. Your teeth clenched at the pain. It wasn’t fully unpleasant although you knew you were going to be sore afterwards.

Once they were both fully inside you, you let out a deep breath. Suddenly your head was yanked back by your hair. “Now you can move.” Sweet Pea said and you slowly began to move your hips so that they both moved in and out of you simultaneously.

It was almost too much, the sensation of both of their dicks inside you completely overwhelming. You had to stop after just a few minutes, both boys surprisingly still.

“Now.” Sweet Pea said and both he and Fangs started to move their hips at a feverish pace at the same time. You cried out in ecstasy, feeling overwhelmed again. You thought you were going to break as Pea pulled on your hair even more so that you were forced to arch your back, hands still planted firmly on Fangs’ chest.

At first they moved in unison, but eventually they began moving at their own paces. Fangs had quicker, shallower thrusts while Sweet Pea was moving himself almost completely in and out at a slightly slower pace. They could feel each other through your walls, the sensation new and exhilarating. This was definitely something they were going to rally to get you to do again.

You were moaning loudly, not knowing whose name you should be saying so instead you went with “God” and “Fuck”. Groans of pleasure left them as well, the trailer filled with sounds of intense fucking. Skin slaps, squelches, curses, all mingling together like they would in a professional porno.

You came first, screaming out something unintelligible as the boys kept going hard, both of them increasing their paces. Pleasure ran over you in a manner more intense than it ever had with just Sweet Pea. You weren’t entirely sure if you’d ever tell him that either, in case it hurt his sometimes fragile ego.

Sweet Pea released your hair finally so he could grab onto your hips and pound into you to finish himself off, the action subsequently making you have another orgasm that left you limp against Fangs’ body.

They came at almost the same time, being only seconds apart. You weren’t entirely too sure who was first as you just felt equally wrecked and used. Their semen filling you as they pulled out.

You couldn’t move but you did hear the snap of a phone camera that caused you to jerk your head quickly to see what Sweet Pea was doing (as Fangs was trapped beneath you). You gave him a murderous look that caused him to shrug. “Had to photograph the evidence, babe.”

“You suck.” You murmured as you relaxed against Fangs again, his arms entwining around your waist as he laid there comfortably.

“Pretty sure that’s you.” Sweet Pea replied with a laugh as he grabbed a towel to clean you up with. You whimpered as he rubbed your still sensitive clit with the rag. He chuckled at your reaction and you just pouted in response.

“Next time you speed,” He warned, “we’ll go for three.”

 Many thanks to @kittileepdx for the beta.

The first time Jughead sees the cabin, he doesn’t really see it so much as smell it, woodsmoke and rosemary, garlic and cinnamon. His hand is covering his eyes, the lids almost soaked shut with blood. 

His knee is bleeding too, his elbow is dislocated. Every hunched step forward results in pain spiking up his body.

He doesn’t knock on the door, he falls against it, when it opens he sprawls forward onto a wood floor.

Most people would scream, but whoever opens the door doesn’t. He can see hints of who they are as they drag him over to the bed. He can see long blond hair, a hint of lips. Not enough of anything to determine gender, but they are smaller than him. Their breath is labored as they carry him.

He’s just glad they’re helping him. He blacks out in their arms.

When he tries to open his eyes, he can’t. Or rather he can but he sees only darkness, heavy cloth binds them and he can see nothing through it.

He hears singing, smells bread baking in the oven. Before he can speak, he’s unconscious again.

The next time he wakes, he’s staring at the ceiling. Nothing is covering his eyes. The ceiling is beamed with dark wood, made whole by plaster.

His body feels like his body again, healthy and strong. There’s no hint of wolfsbane in the bloodstream.

There’s a woman sitting by his side, her hands pressed against his chest. He sees now that she’s beautiful, her eyes the telltale green of witch.

She looks like she’s his age, but she couldn’t possibly be. That’s not how witches work.

“I’m Betty,” she says.

“I’m Jughead.”

“I figured. You had some notebooks on you. I didn’t read them, but that name was on the front page of all of them.

“Thank you.” The words seem so insufficient now.

“You’re welcome. Are you hungry?”

The only answer to that question is yes. Betty helps him out of bed and to the small table she has in the kitchen. There are only two chairs. She ladles soup into a bowl and then sets it in front of him.

He eats sloppily. She doesn’t talk, taking careful bites of her soup, none of the liquid dripping. The silence is comfortable, because even without talking they know they have something in common.

They are outlaws. Both their kinds are illegal in this country. Killed on sight if possible. He wonders how she’s managed to keep her cabin, while he’s busy hiding in underbrush.

“I can leave now,” he says, pushing back from the table, his third bowl of soup finished.

“You don’t have to. It’s safer to travel in daylight lately and it’s nearly sunset now.”

“How do you know that?” Jughead asks.

“I’m part of the network. They tell me such things.”

Jughead knows about the network, but he’s never met a member before. They’re an organization of supernatural creatures that help other creatures get to safety outside of the United States.

He’d wanted to join when he first heard about it, his whole pack had, but they couldn’t find anyone to tell them more, to connect them. And one by one their pack was picked off. Others might have survived that last attack besides Jughead, but it was unlikely. 

“Can I join?” and in that moment he asks, he’s not even thinking about Betty, that asking to join means seeing her again. Instead, he’s thinking of the last sound Jelly made before she died, how badly he wants to avenge her.

If he could kill President Honey himself, he would.

“You don’t need to. Canada is an hour’s walk from here, I can help you get through the border.”

Jughead can tell by her tone that she’s helped others. This isn’t new to her.

He’s always been shit at smelling magic, but he can tell she’s powerful. He’s living proof of that.

“How old are you?” he asks. He’s not sure why.

“I was born during the war of Independence,” she says with a shrug. For a witch she’s young. Younger than Jughead’s mother had been when she had him. “This isn’t the first time I’ve moved people across borders.”

Jughead hopes it will be the last. “I want to help.” It’s more than want really, he needs to be able to help others. The more creatures that help support the network the better the odds there are that innocents like Jelly will survive. 

Betty seems to understand all that he does not say and she pulls out a cellphone. In the cottage, old fashioned in every way, it seems impossible that such technology exists, yet she uses it the same way he does.

The person she talks to on the other side of the phone is named Peaches, and Jughead feels like he better understands why she didn’t react to his name.

Peaches arrives in the morning. Jughead’s sipping coffee and devouring a scone, when she climbs in through the window wearing leather, eyes blue. Not a witch or a were.

Jughead takes a sniff and is horrified to realize she’s a Vampire. Peaches laughs at his reaction. Like it’s a joke.

Later, once they’re good friends it seems like a joke to him too. Later he realizes how many strings Betty pulled to get Peaches to come in through that window. 

Over the next few months Jughead trains so hard, his body becomes capable of the impossible. The toughness he was automatically granted through birth is increased through work.

Only after training does he start to go into the states and bring creatures to safety. He learns not to discriminate. It takes a while.

It’s a full year before he’s in Betty’s part of the states again. He’s tougher and stronger, a group of five foxes are following him when he knocks on Betty’s door.

This time he notices the soft pink blush of roses that bloom outside her window, the side garden, full of tomatoes and herbs. This time he doesn’t have a scratch on him.

She smiles when she sees him. She leads the foxes down to a secret room for the night. Before pouring him a glass of tea and whiskey.

He doesn’t realize how much he wanted to see her again, till now. Just sitting across from her makes him want to tell his whole life’s story to her. Even the parts he’s never spoken out loud before.

“You like me?” she says, a gleam in her eye. He doesn’t know if it’s teasing or surprise.

“I do,” he says. His father always told him one couldn’t hide anything from witches.

“I’ve seen our future,” Betty says with same casual tone that she offered him tea just minutes earlier.

“And?”

“Give it a year.”

He sees her three more times before that year is out, all in the context of ferrying people to safety. Each time they talk. Each time they grow closer.

A year later President Honey’s ousted, the laws he implemented are overturned, and Jughead crosses the border, a law abiding citizen once again.

He heads straight to her door, on a motorcycle instead of on foot. She opens the door before he can knock. She kisses him first, powerful and soft at the same time, and he can see in that moment their lips touch, what she has been seeing this whole time - their future, unfurled like a string of Christmas lights.

Jughead Jones developed and patented his haunting style over the years. He is content to guard and fulfill his ghostly dues for his death territory when a couple moves in and shakes things up. Well, most of the credit has to go to the ghost haunting them. Betty Cooper is a defiant and vengeful newcomer to both the Afterlife and Jughead’s residence. She tests his now dusty humanity and with no sides caving, an unlikely partnership is formed. One might say they are a match made in Purgatory.  

In the Shadows

Since the beginning of this nightmare, all Jughead wanted to do was protect his family. He watched in horror as his best friend became the face of villainy to the Southside. The red hair signalling everyone that even had a brush of supernatural ability to run. Archie Andrews and his red circle terrorized the Southside, completely unaware that his childhood friend was one of the things he seemed to hate so much. 

                                        The Little Mermaid

“You foolish girl! What were you thinking?” her father’s booming voice echoed in the small cave. 

    “Saving a human from drowning” he shakes his head angrily, “Contact between the human world  and the mer-world is strictly forbidden. Betty, you know that! Everyone knows that!”

    “He would have died-” she said softly

    “One less human to worry about!” 

    “You don’t even know him!” she said fiercely

    “Know him?” he scoffs,  “I don’t have to know him. They’re all the same. Spineless, savage, harpooning, fish-eaters, incapable of any feeling-”

    “Daddy, I love him!” her eyes widen at letting the truth slip out of her so easily

    “No…” he begins but his voice trails off as his mind wanders, “have you lost your senses completely? He’s a human, you’re a mermaid!”

    She swims towards the cave’s opening, her grip around the small glass vial tightens and she smiles to herself. Placing her hand on the smooth rock she looks over her shoulder back to her father and looks directly into his eyes 

This one did not turn out so well but here is theme two of Phantom month.

They are watching. He couldn’t see them and he couldn’t hear them, but he knew they where there. They had to be there. The room he was in was dark, dark walls, dark ceiling and a dark floor. All in a inky black.

Danny looked around the room over and over again but there was nothing in there. No furniture, no windows and no door. There wasn’t even a light in the room but still he could somehow see clearly in there. Trying to do something he went to one of the walls and put his hands on it. That is when the whispers starts.

As far as I am aware, the font formatting change has only affected Arial Black? But I'm not sure because I haven't seen anything official yet and that's just the experience I made with it so far. Since your theme doesn't feature Arial Black and when I just went to your blog to have a quick look, it seemed like everything was still alright?