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Show Me | A Bill Skarsgård One Shot

Hiya! I would like to request a song one shot? Based on the song ‘Show me’ by Bruno Mars??

requested by;  moonlight-fionn

song; show me - bruno mars

tw; smut, nakedness, kissing, more smut.

word count; 1583 (I got carried away and this is after editing some of the beginning to make it less filler text).

 You had been sent your latest script and the list of actors you would be working with. You slowly opened the envelope, excitement overwhelming. This was your first feature length Hollywood movie. You had done smaller television shows and Netflix originals but this, this was the next big step in your career. You stood there in disbelief, wondering how you had manage to bag such a fantastic part. The first read through of the script with the cast had gone fantastically well. So fantastic that your co-star and characters love interest, Bill Skarsgård had asked if you had wanted to go through some lines with him. You’d jumped at the chance and invited him round to yours the following day.

The next day had arrived and your nerves were starting to get the better of you. You had spent the night before excessively leaning your already clean and tidy flat. You had rearranged the furniture to give you and Bill some space to act out your scenes. You’d put on a simple pair of black skinny jeans with fifties style turn ups and a black rather see through polka dot blouse. You’d decided on a black vest top for underneath the blouse as you wanted to leave something to the imagination Your hair hung in loose curls around your shoulders and you’d kept your make-up natural. You didn’t want to look like you were trying too hard to impress your co-star or that you had dressed up for any reason. Never the less you still thought to yourself that it was all too obvious. Before you had a chance to change, the doorbell went. You took a deep breath and wrapped your fingers around the door handle.

As the door opened, you saw bill stood there, tall and handsome. His hair was longer on top and shaved on the sides; a hairstyle he had kept from a previous movie. He was wearing dark jeans, a v-neck t-shirt that showed sneak peaks of his chest. On top he wore a simple jacket and a pair of dark sunglasses rested on his nose.

“Hey,” he said simply, as if he wasn’t stood on your door step looking like the most handsome man in the world.

“Hey,” you said back, stepping to the side and gesturing for him to come in. He slid over the threshold effortlessly, his hand extending to offer you a coffee. How had you not noticed he had coffee in his hands? You smiled and took the cup, “Thanks Bill …” you said, closing the door behind him. “Can I take your coat?” you said politely. Your parents had always taught you proper hosting manners

“Sure,” he said with a smile, taking off jacket and handing it to you. You tried your hardest not to stare at his arms. Oh, how wonderful his arms were.

“Make yourself at home, I’ll pop this away then we can get started.” You gestured to the sofa in the living room and turned, heading for your room. You placed Bills jacket down on your bed, your heart skipping a couple of beats and feeling rather giddy. You shook your head, bringing yourself back down to earth before heading back out into the living room.

You and Bill went through a good few scenes, firstly reading the lines on their own, then acting them out. Soon, you hit the part of the script that involved a love scene. This wouldn’t be your first time acting out a sex scene, however, this would be the first time you acted out a sex scene with a fellow actor you had a crush on. You had to push this thought to the back of your mind as Bills arms ran down your sides, his lips attached to your neck.

“Perhaps put your arms over my shoulders and run them up through my hair? That’s always a great move for the camera,” he said against your neck, the feeling of his hot breath making you stiffen slightly. You moved your hands up his chest and over his shoulder, your teeth dragging in your bottom lip. Your hands shook slightly as they ran up through Bills hair and your breathing became slightly laboured. He noticed the change in your demeanour and pulled back. “Are you okay Y/N?”

“Yeah, I’m fine …” you said in nothing more than a whisper, your eyes staring into his.

“Really? Because your body just went stiff, your breathing is erratic and I think you’re starting to sweat,” he said, running his thumb along your temple. You shivered at his touch. “You did it again,” he said, looking at you with a worried look in his eyes. “Does this make you feel uncomfortable?”

“No, not at all … keep going,” you said, pulling yourself back into reality. This was a scene and you were acting. His lips moved up your chin and found their way to your lips, moving in sync with yours. Bills grip on your waist tightened as he moved you towards the sofa, you fall gently backwards as your knees hit the cushions. He guided you down before placing himself on top of you, his hand running up and down your sides. The electricity was running through your body every time there was skin contact, it was getting harder and harder to remember this was practicing for a scene in a movie.

His lips pulled away from yours, his hand up your blouse, cupping your breast. For a split second you just stared at one another. You noticed how beautiful and green his eyes were, his adorable little nose, his full lips, swollen from the ‘practice’ kissing. There was a growing heat between you as you lay there, back against the sofa with Bill between your legs.

“Y/N?” he whispered, his breath hitting your face. His breathing was staggered as if the kissing had gotten to him too. You looked at him, almost unable to speak. Before you managed to, Bills lips were back on yours, except this time, they didn’t feel staged, they felt real. Real like he wanted to kiss you. A quiet moan escaped from your lips as your hands ran through his hair and down his face, cupping his cheek. You closed your eyes, taking in everything about this. He smelled heavenly, his lips against yours felt heavenly. You could feel a tension growing in your knicker and you knew you wanted more. Bill slowly pulled back, but only enough to speak. “I can see it in your eyes that you’ve wanted this …” he breathed, his large hand cupping your face, his thumb stroking your cheek.

“Oh god yes,” you said without a moment hesitation. You felt him smile against your lips, then your cheek, then down your neck and onto your chest. His fingers ran down your front, undoing each button as he went, pulling your blouse open. You sat up slightly, allowing him to remove your blouse and pull your vest top up over your head. You had opted for no bra today as your blouse wouldn’t have fit right with one. Bills eyes ran over your chest, watching it heave up and down with anticipation. He lent down, pulling one of your nipples between his teeth, sucking and biting gently, eliciting a low moan from you. Your fingers grasped at his t-shirt, which Bill took to mean you wanted him to remove it. As he did that, you fumbled with the button of his jeans, popping it open and taking down the zip. A smile came across his face as he crushed his lips to yours again, pushing you back against the sofa, his hips grinding against yours. It didn’t take long for you to both be completely stripped of your clothing and grinding against one another on your sofa.

Bill placed himself at your entrance, looking at you for permission. Your eyes were saying ‘Oh, please me’ but your lips were failing you, so, you bit down on your bottom lip and simply nodded. Bill leant his forehead against yours before pushing himself into you, moaning as he did so. You hooked your leg over his hip, giving him a better angle to work with as he slowly moved within you. Your head fell back against the arm of the sofa. Bill was hitting every spot with each thrust. His pace quickened, becoming rougher, the sound of his hips knocking against you spurring you on more. The heat rose within you as you felt yourself climbing to your high.

“God I’ve been waiting for this,” he said through gritted teeth against your neck. Your brain began to spin. There was no way that your crush on Bill had been reciprocated? How did he know who you were before you got this part? You ran your nails up his back, causing him to arch which hit some sensitive part of you that simply exploded. Your back arched, pushing your chest into his as your walls clamped around him. His slowing moved, allowing you to ride out your high. “Shit,” was all Bill could muster as he reached his high, shooting into you in hot bursts. He collapsed down on top of you, being careful to support himself with arms so as not to put too much weight on top of you.

As your breathing stilled slightly, you laughed quietly to yourself.

“What?” Bill said through his slowly calming breathing.

“Work is going to be interesting on Monday.”

You Are My Sunshine

Paring: Frank Castle/Reader

Tags: female reader, slice of life, domestic fluff, sharing a bed.

Summary: In the morning, you’d do your best to get out from the covers, and sliding on your slippers, put the kettle on. It was a sneak act because you no longer lived alone (take that, senior-year yearbook editors who claimed you’d be last to find love). It wasn’t just you and a pet, no, it was you, and your boyfriend, and the gorgeous monster of a dog called Max.

A slice of the life you share with Frank Castle, and his dog.

Word Count: 1,196

Posting Date:  2017-05-11

Current Date: 2017-06-12

Originally posted by netflixdefenders

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that’s what little girls are made of

Word count: 3,584
Rating: General
Pairing: Olicity (obviously)
Summary: Oliver learns pretty quickly that he’s useless when it comes to his sister’s hair. So he enlists the help of someone who…you know, has some.

Author’s note: Sooo…a while ago, I wrote a really quick thing called sugar and spice. I was rereading it the other day and a new scene came to me. Before I knew it, it resulted in this. Enjoy!


The fourteen-year-old groans as he rolls over in his bed and pulls the pillows over his ears, hoping to drown out his little sister’s shrieks. 

That, however, does nothing to deter her. 

“Ollie!” A shift on his mattress alerts him to the fact that she is now on his bed, and that just makes him burrow into his pillows even harder. “Ollie, wake up! Wake up! You promised you would help me get ready for school today!” 

He groans, cursing his past self for making that promise. He did indeed tell her that he would help her get ready for school, since Mom and Dad are both out of town on business. But he agreed solely under duress. That’s the only way you can describe Thea when she’s looking up at you with her huge hazel eyes swimming in tears. 

“A few more minutes, Speedy,” he grumbles underneath the pillow. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you think you could please do either (or all) 2 and Reggie 82 and Archie 83 and Jughead Thank you! I'm keen to read more from you and I hope you have a lovely day :-)

So these are gonna be very short because I’m going to do all three!


2. “The way you flirt is just shameful.” (w/ Reggie)


The past week had been full of really tiring classes and cheesy pick up lines.

You don’t know why Reggie Mantle all of a sudden had such a liking towards you, and you wish he would stop it with the pick up lines.

Just today, you had heard:
‘Hey (Y/N) are you made out of Fluorine, Iodine, and, Neon? Because you are FINe’ (accompanied by a wink).
‘Do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I walk by again?’ (accompanied by a smirk).
And after you sneezed, ‘I’d say god bless you, but it seems like he already has.’

Betty had been giggling all day and you were getting tired of his advances.

“Just tell him you aren’t interested,” Betty told you.

You groaned as you turned to answer her. “Betty, I am interested. But those pick up lines are horrible .

She giggled once more as she pointed behind you. “Well here come more pickup lines.”

You leaned on your locker as Reggie approached you, talking over him as soon as he opened his mouth.

“The way you flirt is just shameful” you drawled out. “Really Reggie, you’re attractive and all but your flirting is just horrid.”

Reggie’s eyed widened. “Oh yeah? Then how would you flirt?”

You leaned in as you began to talk. “You see Reggie, I would lean in slightly and casually touch their arm to let them know I’m interested.”

As you spoke, you let your fingers trail up Reggie’s arm, ignoring Betty’s laughter and enjoying the way he looked at you.

“Then,” you continued, your voice lowering, “I would whisper so they would have to lean in even further.”

Reggie did in fact lean in, desperate to hear your words.

“And finally, I would slowly lean up, finally making a move,” you whispered, standing on your tip toes to reach his height.

Reggie’s eyes fluttered shut as you got closer, only for you to pull back at the last second.

“But that’s just what I’d do,” you said as Reggie’s eyes flew open. “Seems a bit more… intimate than cheesy pick up lines. Don’t you think? See you around Mantle.”

Reggie stared after you as you left with Betty, promising himself that he would take you advice.


82. “Bring your pretty little butt over here.” (w/ Archie)


You were one of the best River Vixens in Riverdale High. Everyone knew it and Cheryl would’ve been crazy to not have accepted you when you tried out.

Of course, being on the team meant that you had a lot of comments about your flexibility directed at you by the football team, causing you to proclaim that you would never date a football player.

But you had said that before Archie Andrews, your long time crush, had joined the team.

When Archie first joined the team, Reggie noticed just how taken he was with you and had immediately told him ‘Don’t waste your time. She’s not into us.’

Archie had been heartbroken.

Of course, Betty Cooper knew that Archie liked you. And she also knew that you liked him. And after she had accidentally let it slip to you that a certain redheaded jock had a crush on you, you didn’t know what to do.

Everyone was getting tired of the longing stares, the gentle touches, the furious blushes. Especially Veronica.

“Just ask him out (Y/N)!” she exclaimed one day during practice. “He thinks you don’t like him.”

“Yeah (Y/N),” Betty agreed. “He’s not going to make the first move here.”

Gathering up the little courage you had, you called out for Archie as he ran past you guys.

“Hey Andrews! Bring your pretty little butt over here !” you shouted, scowling at B & V as they burst out laughing.

Archie chuckled as he made his way over. “Hey (Y/N), what’s-”

He was cut off by you pressing your lips to his, which also caused B & V to go quiet. They hadn’t expected you to kiss him.

Archie reacted quickly, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you closer.

“Go out with me?” he said as he pulled away, breathless. You only had time to nod as he kissed you again, causing B & V to coo over how cute you guys were.


83. “Why are you dressed like that?” (w/ Jughead)


‘Meet me at Pop’s later?’

You smiled at your phone as you saw Jughead’s text. Noticing your smile, Veronica immediately asked her usual question. “Ooh is it your boyfriend again?”

Flushing, you shook your head. “You know we’re just friends Ronnie.”

Betty snorted, immediately covering her face with her hands. “Oh come on! We all know you guys like each other (Y/N/N).”

You shook your head as Veronica sighed in frustration.

“Look, lets make a bet. Just let us get all dolled up and if he doesn’t compliment you at all we’ll never bring it up again,” she said.

You thought it over before nodding hesitantly, causing B & V to squeal.

As you walked into Pop’s however, you couldn’t help but regret your decision. B & V had dressed you in a black and white polka dot blouse and a tan corduroy skirt and you felt extremely awkward.

As you passed a booth, you were met with catcalls and whistling, courtesy of the football team, which drew Jughead’s attention.

“Why are you dressed like that?” Jughead asked as he looked over your outfit.

“I got a hot date,” you joked, completely missing the way Jughead’s jaw clenched at your words. “Just kidding. B & V have some stupid theory and they wanted to try it out.”

“What’s this theory about?” Jughead asked.

“Nothing,” you replied, your voice a little bit more high pitched than normal, which did not go unnoticed by Jughead. “Don’t worry about it.”

Jughead narrowed his eyes at you before slowly turning back to his laptop.

“Hey (Y/N),” you heard a new voice say.

You and Jughead both turned to the source of the voice, surprised to find Chuck Clayton standing next to your booth.

“What do you want Chuck?” Jughead asked harshly.

Shooting a glare at Jughead, Chuck turned to you and flashed you a charming smile. “I was hoping that you’d like to join me tonight.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a snort. “Are you serious?”

“Yes I am,” Chuck replied, enjoying the way that Jughead clenched his fists, trying to stay calm. Sliding in next to you, he threw his arm around your shoulders. “What do you say (Y/N)? Me, you, a few milkshakes?”

“Can you just leave Chuck?” Jughead finally snapped.

Chuck chuckled before replying. “Not when this girl needs a hot date.”

Jughead closed his laptop, ready to leave. “Well (Y/N), it looks like you do have a ‘hot date’ after all.”

You tried to go after Jughead but Chuck wouldn’t move, causing you to jump over the booth as Jughead constantly did. You walked out of the diner, ignoring Chuck’s calls.

You caught up to Jughead fairly quickly as he hadn’t gotten far.

“Juggie! Wait up,” you called.

Jughead turned, a scowled on his face as you began to walk with him. “Why’d you leave your date?” He asked bitterly.

“So you know that theory that I was telling you about?” you asked. Jughead grunted in response.

“Well,” you continued. “B & V think that by making me dress all nicely as if I were going on a date, you’d confess your feelings for me.”

Jughead stopped in his tracks, causing you to stop as well and turn to face him.

“Oh,” was all he said.

“Yeah, I know it’s stupid. Why would you ever like me?”

Jughead furrowed his eyebrows at your words.

“It’s just,” you took a deep breath. There was no going back after this. “They’re tired of seeing me have this hopeless crush on you and they’re so convinced you like me back and even though I know that’s not true they thought that by getting me to dress up that-”

Your rambling was cut off when Jughead grabbed your hand and pulled you to him, embracing you in his arms.

“It’s not hopeless,” he whispered. “How could I not like you? Youre absolutely breathtaking.” You smiled into his chest as you wrapped your arms around him.

“By the way, you look absolutely stunning tonight,” Jughead whispered in your ear.

You blushed, realizing that you had lost the bet against B & V, but you couldn’t care less.


(there! All three requests. I hope you like them!! Also guys, I won’t be able to do the other asks until either late tonight or most likely tomorrow. I have a lot of apush and calculus homework to do I’M SORRY. I’LL TRY TO FINISH QUICKLY)

out of our hands

“a five part study on the effects of eye contact on perceived closeness”

Or the one where Harry is a psychology grad student who is running a study, and Adalyn is the girl who signs up for it.

a one shot i wrote for ash last summer that i didnt post on tumblr for some odd reason

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Riverdale AU: Betty Cooper got all she wanted; she married Archie, has two beautiful redheads, does regular lunch dates with Veronica and works with her doting husband at Andrews’ Construction. Yet, the memory of her loner turned Southside Serpent boyfriend from high school lingered in her deepest, darkest memories… until he returns.

Pairing: Bughead, hints of Archie/Betty

Rated: M

Word Count: 2236

This is my first fanfic (posted on tumblr) so feedback is welcome! Also, if you would like to make any request, prefeably bughead related, I would be happy to oblige :)


Betty Andrews dropped off little AJ and Andrea at Riverdale Elementary School before driving her silver mom van down to the construction site. Archie had landed a big deal with Lodge Industries, it didn’t hurt Betty’s best friend was the CEO, on the land that the poisonous Thorn Hill once stood on. The land had been untouched since the fire almost twenty years ago. Lodge Industries and Andrews’ Construction was going turn the property into luxury condominiums and exercise the old demons planted in the soil. Not like Riverdale needed more rich snobs, Betty had thought.

But before any of that could happen, Betty needed to drive up the paved road that led to her work trailer and the bare bones of her husband’s project. The trailer was empty when she entered and Archie’s father’s old construction hat was no longer on the wall. Her red headed husband must have wanted to get the crew started early. It was late September in Riverdale, and the crew would need to work triple time to get the project where it needed to be before the ground froze.

The blonde unpacked her posh briefcase, a present from Veronica, before sitting down and beginning to go through payroll. She remembers around this time twenty years ago when Jason Blossom’s body was found on the chilled shores of Sweet Water River. It had sent her and her friends on an adventure that brought people together and tore them apart. Betty and her first real boyfriend, Jughead Jones III, were among the people torn apart. It was a perfect cocktail of darkness that had turn Jughead into his father, a Southside Serpent. She had not seen him nineteen years, two months, and twenty-one days. No one had seen him since then. He permanently rooted himself on the Southside and dared not cross. It was like he was a dog with a shock collar.

That’s why Betty Andrews almost pissed her designer skirt when Jughead Jones III swung open the trailer door. He had on heavy combat boots, his weathered old beanie and chains on his tattered Southside Serpent jacket that tinkled when he walked to her desk. She wondered idly if that was the same jacket he got that night the Serpents came to his house and interrupted them having sex. They didn’t completely cock block the two lovers— she believed him when he said he was a Serpent for protection and let him take her virginity. When he started making shady deals in back alleys and kept his lips tight about everything, she knew he really became a snake. He became his father.

He certainly filled out the jacket much better than he did when he was sixteen. His face was hardened, his shoulders broad and face scruffy. She knew he would grow up handsome like his father. But his beauty didn’t distract from the fact he dropped an old black duffle bag full of cash on her desk.

“Jughead?” Was all she could manage. This moment had played this moment so many times in her head, seeing him again. Betty would hug him and punch him and thank God he was safe. Instead she sat like a scarecrow. Her lips were numb and her arms were tingling. It’s like all of life’s answers were in front of her, she just had to ask the right questions, but couldn’t speak. As a matter of fact, Betty had several questions, like what the hell was he doing at Thorn Hill, why was he dropping money in front of her, and… was he seeing someone?

He nodded with that old lopsided grin that used to make Betty swoon. His face showed that he had expected her to act this way. Speechless and in awe. The way she used to act in the privacy of her pale pink bedroom, with his black hair and signature beanie between her white thighs.

“Every great villain makes a reappearance,” he smiled, his voice surprising Betty with how low and careful his words sounded. “The snake slithers back to Riverdale.”

He still spoke like a writer.

“You were never the villain, Jughead,” Betty shook her head, already done with the conversation. Her mind was already spinning with reasons for Jughead’s return and his money. Trying to buy out Archie? Bribe for shutting down the project on Thorn Hill?

“You made me feel like one,” Jughead’s straight face didn’t falter, but his voice sounded small like when they had their fights back in high school towards the end of it all.

Betty didn’t have a response for what he said. Because back then, she had believed he was a villain. He was running drugs she later found out. But with time comes understanding. The Serpents were his family. The only semi-functional family he had and he would do anything to help them. Just like she would do anything to protect AJ and Andrea. But this was no longer about her, or about her and Jughead.

“Is Archie available? I want to talk to him about a deal,” Jughead said.

“No, he’s not available. He’s on site. I’m part of the company, you can speak with me about the deal,” Betty smiled with a hint of the old warmth Jughead felt back in high school. When she touched him, that was he could say to describe how he felt. Warm. And Jughead was hardly speechless.

“Alright then. I gathered enough money to buy the old drive in. I already had a discussion with Veronica and she is accepting my offer. Now, I’ve come to Archie to hire him for the construction.”

Betty scoffed and stood on her nude heels. None of this seemed plausible. Veronica, her bestie, would have told her if her first love was back on this side of town and had enough money to buy such a valuable piece of land.

“Veronica would have told me,” Betty accused.

“I swore her to secrecy.”

“What do you plan to put there?”

“Rebuild the Twilight.”

Jughead was still the hopeless romantic, the nostalgic loser who just want to find a home. Betty sympathized with him. There were moments when she sits in the fancy restaurant where Pop’s once stood and craved the smell of grease wafting from the kitchen and the taste of classic vanilla slurping down her throat. She often revels in those memories of high school… the memories of Jughead. He understood on a level Archie was never able to. He had unwavering belief in her and accepted her emerging darkness. Betty reminded herself that it was unfair that she didn’t accept his.

“It took you twenty years to get the money?”

“I’m not The fucking Penguin from Batman, Betty. You think I’m some kingpin. I’m still Jug,” he shrugged. “I’ve always been him. The one you grew up with. The one you once loved.”

Betty finally came out from behind her desk. It was her layer of protection that she used to hopefully keep her from what she wanted to do since his rugged frame entered the trailer. But the doe eyed pleading of twenty years ago, the same eyes that begged her not to leave him, now begged her for something else. He wanted to rebuild the Twilight to make things go back to the way they were before.

And in that moment, with the chill outside of impending winter, with her husband outside those doors, with a Southside degenerate in front of her, she too wanted things to go back to the way they were before.

Jughead read it in her eyes. He read her like a book he wrote himself. He knew every word, but he was impressed how they took on a shape of their own.

“I’m sorry, Juggy,” Betty said, stepping ever so closer to him. He smelled like pine.

“You know when you use to call me Juggy it made me weak,” his voice was barely above a whisper.

Betty was even lower, “I know.”

Jughead’s callused hands gripped Betty’s face and pulled her pouty lips to his. As soon as they made contact, it was like they were in FP’s trailer again, that rainy night, full of love, lust, and teenage hormones. Betty stopped the kiss only for a moment to swipe credit card statements and timecards and Jughead’s money, all for her husband’s business; onto the floor so she could back up onto the cheap desk and pull the dark-haired man’s hips closer to her’s by hooking her hips around him.

The old lovers wasted no time in shedding Jughead’s jacket, ripping off his ripe beanie and shedding Betty’s beige blazer as their lips kissed each other swollen. With the blazer gone, Jughead had open access to Betty’s neck, which he fully took advantage of. His suctioned kisses left saliva along her neck and down her chest. She knew she would be purple and have some explaining to do, but at this moment, it was her and Jughead, trapped in the time machine of the trailer; back in high school with high stamina and insatiable desire for one another’s bodies.

Betty did the honors in raising Jughead’s arms and taking off his plain white tee. She paused to take in his chest. This was not the body of a boy—but the body of a man who has seen the darkness. Despite almost being forty, his chest was tight and black hairs splintered down his stomach and into his black jeans. She raked her fingers over his chest and he smiled like a Colgate commercial because he knew that she was impressed. Archie may have been hot in high school, but that was high school. Archie may have married the only woman Jughead had ever loved, but right now, the sight of his body alone was leaving his former best friend’s wife breathless.

He picked up where they left off and unbuttoned her slick polka dotted blouse to reveal a white lace bra. Her nipples were hard and begging for Jughead to release them. He noted how quickly he took her bra off compared to when they were teens, but her eyes went blurry when he took a pink nipple in between is lips and tugged on the other with his fingers. He looked up at her as he sucked on her breast, and that look of innocence he had in his eyes as he had a mouthful of her tit made Mrs. Andrews groan and slide off her skirt without warning. Her underwear went too; there wasn’t any more time for foreplay. It seemed like her life depended on Jug’s cock being inside her. Jughead wanted to savor this moment, he doubted there would ever be another in the history of Riverdale, but Betty’s dragged Jughead’s pants and boxers down without asking permission. She found herself on her knees in front of his member. It was longer than she remembered, thicker too, but she was ready for it. She gave a few appreciative licks to his bulbous head, making Jughead’s moans rumble throughout his body and down to his groin. Betty smiled at the effect she still had on him.

Betty resumed her position on her desk and laid there in only a pair of heels, lips swollen and parted, begging for Jughead. The little hairs around her scalp fell loose from her ponytail and curled, framing her face like a pair of hands. Jughead put his hands there instead and held her face as he entered her. It had been twenty years since he had found himself here, nestled inside the white-hot heat of Betty’s vagina, but it felt like he never left. They just stayed like that for a few minutes.

This is where she was supposed to be. This is where she imagined herself twenty years ago on a September day much like this. Jughead’s place is in between Betty’s legs, looking at her adoringly like he is now. He still loved her, and although she didn’t want to, she never loved Archie like she does Jughead. They couple could no longer take the heat of one another Jughead started to send lazy thrusts into Betty. It wasn’t lazy in the way of not caring, but lazy in how it was slow, how his entire length pulled out and dove back in at an excruciating pace so she felt every pulse and vein throughout his loving cock. Betty was seeing stars, those yellow cartoon ones, when he fucked her so expertly. She sat up so their bodies could be as close as possible. She pulled him closer and squeezed like she was trying to squish them together until they became one. Jughead gradually sped up until he was a piston firing into her twenty years of built of love, hate and loneliness. His right hand found her clit and rubbed forceful circle around the bundle of nerves as their mouths engaged in wet kiss and licks.

Betty let loose first, crying out Jughead’s name certainly and lovingly. Knowing that she needed this just as much as he did made his cock pour all of its love into her. Their bodies were sweaty and heaving, but the two didn’t move. Jughead pulled out from her but Betty wouldn’t let him go. She kissed the shell of his ear before she whispered, “I’m not making the same mistake twice, Jughead. I’m not letting you go again.”

🌳Mayor Madelaide of Oceana🌳

+ so many freckles*
+ grey eyes
+ blushes a lot
+ really shy
+ likes to read outside
+ loves black tea with milk and honey
+ works really hard to make her villagers happy
+ favourite colours are green and orange


+ hair bow wig (sometimes Lottie’s bun wig)
+ tortoise specs
+ black and white polka dot blouse
+ beige skirt
+ green cable knit cardigan
+ black tights
+ shearling boots
+ black backpack

QR design by @pastelpapermoon

*not really in game