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denydefeat · 4 months

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So as I finished the show, I'm going to be posting my divergencies for Daisy Jones & The Six muses. I'm mostly book based with some show influences, so mostly the things the show changed from the book will be what I focus on here. This post is gonna be a long one, so under a cut it goes. Eddie and Camila have the biggest changes. Everyone else is pretty adaptable either way. There are mentions of cheating, drugs, and alcohol in this post. I'm always willing and happy to do aus and canon divergent threads and such but for like a timeline basis - this is where I am.

Eddie Loving: (Not Roundtree? WTF was that lmao) is the rhythm guitarist. I will always refer to Pete Loving (his brother? Why change that? JFC) as the bassist. This change really annoyed me because it changed Eddie's and Billy's entire dynamic. Eddie was constantly pissed about Billy changing his sections, or taking them over entirely. The scene in the book where Daisy's band leaves her and Eddie goes on stage with her to help her do an acoustic set, and then Billy comes on stage and 'asks' for his guitar to perform Honeycomb acoustic with her (when none of this was planned) and then Billy just LEAVES HIS GUITAR FOR HIM TO PICK UP when the Six come on to start their set? Insanity. Really fucking pushed Eddie over the edge honestly. Eddie (and sometimes Pete and Karen) being annoyed about things being dictated by Billy, with Graham and Warren just rolling with the punches, really shaped how the six worked, and it's a shame a lot of that was cut out of the show. There's no weird romance angle between him and Camila either. Eddie and Billy had a tense, strained relationship from the get-go and adding Camila to that really doesn't change much, except make it about something it really wasn't. Eddie wanted to be a part of a rock and roll band, and he honestly hated that they kept singing songs about Camila all the time (he liked Camila, but not romantically, and a lot of the music wasn't what he wanted to play, but he did it anyway).

Camila Dunne: The biggest change here really is mentioned above - the weird romance / hook up / cheating thing with Eddie is not a part of it. However, there is a part in the book where she spends almost an entire day with a high school boyfriend (who she had considered her first love) after the birth of Julia (and maybe the twins? I'm not 100% on that I'd have to look it up) and it is something that she and Billy never discuss. Billy makes a huge point not to ask questions about it because if she wanted to talk about it, she would have. The conversation between Camila and Daisy also happens the way it does in the book - in the middle of the night, while Billy is a bar, and Julia is asleep in Daisy's bed after they found her trying and failing to get into her room.

Karen Sirko: I like the idea of her being a nomadic keyboardist post the Six, going about from band to band and touring constantly and living her life the way she always wanted, rather than her having a semi-successful band of her own. It showed that she could make it many times over, be successful, be happy the way she wanted. I'm keeping that.

Warren Rojas: I'm keeping the name change. Everything else? I'm good with. He was probably the best depicted from book to show. The illest, chillest vibe. Just wanted to do drugs, play drums, and live life. I stan that man.

Billy Dunne: I prefer the book version here in the way he relapsed. I think it's more fitting to who he was throughout the entire journey, even show wise. His continued temptation, almost taking a drink and being interrupted by Camila or someone else, and then finally bending. His relationship with alcohol, how he describes what it is to him, the smell that gets him, how overwhelmed he is being around it, is so much more descriptive in the book, and considering the book is narrator based and in an interview format, it's a really well done journey for him. But he never chose Daisy. He always chose Camila. I know the show is going to take liberties for dramatic and storytelling purposes, but I found the strength in his struggle so much more empowering in the book.

Daisy Jones: Pretty similar to Warren and Billy. The show did them a pretty good service. The biggest beef I have with how they portrayed her was her relationship with Nicky. He seemed way more of a standup guy UNTIL the night she overdosed, but he compared to the book, he was like a perfect husband. I liked that she threw him out of her room rather than leaving him quietly like she did in the book though. That can stay.

#MUSE / Daisy Jones #MUSE / Billy Dunne #MUSE / Camila Dunne #MUSE / Warren Rojas #MUSE / Karen Sirko #MUSE / Eddie Loving

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aohendo · 11 months

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Happy Blorbsday! (to be answered anytime on any day because every day is blorbsday)

How have you been? I have been missing you and dear Kiris on my dash.

What kind of horrors has he been facing lately? Please feel free to go off about any OC thoughts that have been plaguing you or any trauma you have been inflicting on our favorite sad boy.

Happy Blorbsday!!

Life is certainly life 😅 Good and busy and nothing bad, just a lot. Expecting to get even busier over the next few months, too, so that's gonna be.... fun.

(It will be it's just I also like sleep).

Kiris, oh Kiris. This poor guy.

About two weeks ago, went back and blocked out all my ideas on how to fix Prince's plot: there's a few scenes to add, a few to rearrange, and a handful to cut, but Disney princess necromancy has solved all the issues! Into the fourth draft of it, now, which after a SPAG pass will be the version I send out to a first round of beta readers. My guesstimate is I'll be searching for people for that starting mid-late July!

The current horror Kiris facing today is *gasp* tea with 'L Tuola the empress. Doesn't sound terrible on the surface, but there's casually another prince being eaten by a hawk in the background, Ta Ritasa the advisor is being generally creepy, and 'L Tuola makes it very clear what she'll do to find the Prophet (who may or may not be trying to casually sip his tea (which also isn't really tea and Kiris hates it) across from her) and that she knows about Kiris' magic. Also some more set up stuff for the 'L Tuola/necromancy plot line, which Kiris is beginning to steadily really not appreciate even though he's pretty sure said necromancy is the only way to save his mentor from... one of his own prophecies.

In the span of the next two chapters after this, poor guy's gonna have two separate murder attempts on him and he's going to fail to save his mentor--the only person who's ever really cared about him. Shortly thereafter, Ta Ritasa begins finding ways to force magic from Kiris (guy's about to get wrung like a sponge 😬), a principality gets destroyed (and it's mostly Kiris' fault), and we begin the 'there's a fraud among us!' plotline. Not to mention the Turre getting even creepier, or Duvutriok coming around with various princes' heads, or all Batar's blackmail, or Iiriok trying to be friendly and compassionate (but clearly, obviously, he must have some further angle to it...)

Kiris just wants to hide under his bed. I'm really just hitting him with a baseball bat at this point, poor dude. Does not deserve this treatment.

I promise, these are all necessary steps in getting him his hug, though!

The goal for this draft is no more than 110k. That should be a fairly easy 10k to shave off during line edits, and 100k is a really nice spot for fantasy right about now. If I really had to in those future line edits I could probably get it even shorter (looking at Reverberate, which I somehow knocked from 123k down to 111k, but I genuinely don't know how), but I don't want to. Once I get to the halfway mark in about 2.5 chapters, I'm gonna go ahead and rewrite the tentative query letter for this thing--I've learned my lesson from Reverberate: it's much easier to do the query letter before the final draft, so that'll be a nice pause to get my thoughts in order.

How's everything with you? Haven't been around much lately (which is a shame, because I do miss popping in and seeing where everyone else is at with their projects and OCs. Gotta get back on that...)

#princeforhire #pfh edits #blorbo blursday #pfh d4

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heresathreebee · 3 years

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Morning Of and After

SMILF Jesse X Female Reader

Summary: You meet Jesse in a bar and take him home. Masterlist

Word count: 3.3k words

Warning(s): +17 | swearing, drunk sex, porn with(out) plot (?), p in v sex, from behind, morning angst, mutual masterbation

AN: bitch I watched a 30 second clip of a tv show JUST to see an underdressed Alex Brightman. What has my life come to. Ah well, I'm gonna enjoy it while I can. Blame these lovely, inspiring fools @hoodoo12 @go-commander-kim @escape-your-grape

Jesse's not sure why you were hanging off of him at the bar but he's basking in your attention now. You didn't hesitate to give the cabbie your address, arm permanently looped around his shoulders for balance. You had both been drinking– exactly how much was a mystery– and Jesse was eager for a breakthrough in his dry spell.

Your lips are wet and on each other as he kicks your door closed. Pulling your clothes from your body proves a little difficult, especially with you wrestling to take off his. He catches a case of the giggles when you get his head stuck in his shirt but the laughter quickly turns into a moan when he feels you slip a hand into his underwear to fondle his junk. He remembers gripping your wrist like iron and ripping his shirt from his face. He gives you a gentle push backwards, right onto the edge of your bed (he didn't know that was there but he would have been happy to take you on the floor too).

Your top is misaligned but far from off, however you are bare from the waist down and wrap your legs around his hips to pull him towards you. Jesse's just as desperate and he slips his pants down midthigh, then stops to rummage in his pocket for a condom. He has to bat your grabby little hands away or he won't last. It's a little hard to see through the haze of lust and alcohol but he manages, and then he's pressing you into the mattress leaning on an elbow and sliding his fingers through your slick folds.

He groans and plants a kiss on your mouth. "Fuck you're wet..."

The man wastes no time and hooks two fingers inside you, eager to stretch you out and make you come now because you're fucking gorgeous and it's driving him to the edge without any stimulation.

You mewl beneath him, nails scratching his scalp and chest heaving as if begging for his attention. Jesse's mouth waters heavily as he sloppily licks and sucks at your breasts, pushing your top aside and just nipping at the lace bra still intact. He has no idea how high you are until your inner walls contract around his fingers so hard he worries they might break. And with a practiced motion, he eases you down from your orgasm, fingers slowing down until he slips them out.

And just for the hell of it, he flicks your clit and feels you jump beneath him. Suddenly your teeth are digging into his neck and he howls.

"Fuck me already," you growl.

You spread your legs wider to fit his hips to the center and drag him into another rough kiss. Jesse has some trouble maneuvering with his pants half on, but he catches the head on your lip and pushes in groaning at the familiar feeling of being engulfed. Bottoming out inside you sends an electric tingling sensation down his spine and he has to stop for a moment and catch his breath.

He feels your feet sliding up his thighs, one foot still in a heel which catches on his waistband. His hips give a test rock and you moan against his collarbone, legs twitching at his sides.

Jesse sets a subtle pace, rocking into your heat and drooling a little. You feel so fucking good underneath him, so right, like eating apple pie on the Fourth of July. His balls start to tighten and he almost lets go, but the feeling of your pussy twitching draws his attention to your face. You're close to coming again but not anywhere near where he is. The sloppy drunk part of him wants to just keep going and finish but the real Jesse wants this to be good for you too and what's a little second orgasm between drunk strangers?

He pulls out and despite your immediate protests, you quickly become curious when Jesse's hands push and pull on you as if trying to move you.

"What are you doing?"

His chin has a small glisten and his eyes are so watery. There are hickeys forming on his neck and a scratch or two rising on his shoulder. The hairy expanse of his chest is turning red from friction and he looks as unreal as a dream until he says, "turn over."

Your legs twitch and you definitely soak the quilt on your bed. Did you hear him right? This guy? Soft, pretty boy who was just a second ago gently rocking your world?

He licks his lips and says, "turn around. I wanna do it the other way. On your knees."

Fuck. Well you're definitely shaking with excitement as you fulfill his command. You finally manage to slip your top off and fling it into the abyss off the bed. You wiggle your hips into the requested position and shiver as a warm hand slides up your spine. Another warm hand locks around your hip and you feel him enter you with no resistance. The rough material of his jeans scratches at your thighs as he begins to thrust, longer strokes that leave you empty and full, empty and full again. You quickly slide off of your elbows and press your face into the blanket, loving the way he seems to lose himself again inside you.

God, does he even know he's moaning right now? It's so hot, somehow hotter than him driving his cock deep inside you. The slapping sound of his hips against your ass sendings endorphins straight to your head. After Jesse breathes another 'fuck,' you slither a hand underneath your body to circle your clit. The first touch of your fingers to your sticky little button causes you to tighten around Jesse's cock and you hear him choke. He leans over your back and settles a hand on the bed to proper himself up, changing the angle of his thrusts and hitting some spot deep inside you that makes you see stars.

"Fuck, so good," Jesse mumbles, sweaty forehead pressing against your shoulder. "Mmmm… gonna come…"

Fuck that's exactly what you needed to hear. Your whole body turns tuat like a bow string and your walls constrict into a vice. Your legs quiver from the strong shocks of your orgasm, forcing a long, broken moan to escape your chest and black to creep into your vision.

Your orgasm is the end of your partner. Jesse's hips stutter to a stop as he fills up the condom, unable to breath for a few seconds as he forgets his name, his location, and his sense of self and all there is left is you. Eventually Jesse's soul slams back into his body and he collapses his full weight on top of you unintentionally crushing you. He feels you laughing and at the urge of an elbow in his ribs, he rolls over and off of you. You're still giggling, boneless and satisfied as you try to catch your breath.

You turn your head towards him to look over his blissful features. His skin glistens in the half light and he's probably seconds from falling asleep. You put a hand out on his chest and shake him awake despite yourself, knowing you need to clean up.

"Up," you command.

Jesse shifts off of the bed sluggishly, disposing of the condom in the bin by your desk and grabbing the waistband of his jeans like he's not sure what to do with them. You reach out mischievously and slap his ass causing him to yelp and look back at you in disbelief.

"Take those off and get back here." You fling the quilt of your bed off and curl under the topsheet with a hand out to him.

Jesse looks confused. He moves slowly, crawling back in naked and incapable of meeting your eyes. You place a guiding hand to help him lay his head on your silk encased pillow. "Stay," you command, and dip into the bathroom to clean up.

Jesse lies awake but not for long, his body thumps with the beat of his heart and it lulls him to sleep. He's snoring softly when you come back and flip the lights off.

Jesse's head is pounding in the morning, but he's had it worse. Like way worse. The bedroom curtains are drawn but the sun is direct and the light reflects off the walls a little too strongly for his liking. You look pretty in nothing but sheets and it's turning him on a little bit.

What the fuck was a girl like you doing with a guy like him anyways, he wondered, over his skinnier and better looking friends? And then he wondered, how much did you have to drink last night? It unnerves him that he doesn't know the answer. You left the bar together but you didn't walk in together, who knows how many jager bombs or tequila shots you had before you met him?

Jesse's really hyped himself up now, his hands are getting clammy and he's about to start fidgeting if he doesn't figure something out soon. When you wake up will you remember him? Did you know his name like he knew yours? Would you throw him out in disgust? Maybe you were the type who took them home because you knew they'd be gone at first light. Maybe you liked it that way.

Jesse takes a deep breath to steel himself. He's intent on thinking things through until… until he realizes it took 10 minutes. From the time you entered the apartment to the time he came, it took 10 minutes. Oh god… that is the nail in the coffin for him.

He slides out of bed as quietly as possible. His face is hot and his hands are cold as he slips into his underwear, then his pants. He lets his feet carry him out of the bedroom and into the hallway where he finds his shirt, and he gets distracted looking at your soaked lace underwear as he reaches for the keys by the door.

You actually live really close to his work, which is where he left his car last night. If he can just get some distance maybe he can think better. He could probably use a tylenol more than anything right now.

Jesse's waiting for a light to change at a crosswalk when he realizes these are not his keys. All regrets about leaving his phone number on a paper somewhere at your place go out the window when he realizes he doesn't have his phone either.

"Fuck," he mutters in defeat.

Returning back to your apartment is the real walk of shame. He hopes someone will stop him, ask him if he lives around here or something so he can chicken out and maybe get a friend to get his stuff back. The cute like trinkets hanging off your car keys do give him some interesting insight into the things you like.

He can't remember if he left the door unlocked and celebrates when he doesn't have to knock and wake you up. He probably should have clued in when he heard the sound of a sink turning off, but he's actually more hungover than he thought. He fully freezes like a deer in headlights when you appear with a towel on your head and fresh lounging clothes.

The look you give him should have turned him to stone. "Hey Jesse. Forget something?"

He opens his mouth and nothing but a weak "heeeeyyy," escapes. His mouth flaps like a fish and he suddenly remembers to put your keys back from where he found them. Busted. "I ee I was just going out to grab some coffee… and like a tylenol… but guess I grabbed the wrong keys, hahah..."

The twist of your mouth is a little cruel. You let the towel rest on your shoulders and toss him his keys from the kitchen counter, warm hand lingering over his heart in an affectionate but threatening way. "Coffee sounds good. There's a shop a mile that way, honest to god espresso and cheaper prices than the usual dig. I'm sure I've got a bottle of tylenol somewhere around here, I should find it by the time you come back."

Oh...K? Are you… planning something? Should he fear for his safety? Apologize? Not knowing what else to do (and distracted by the feeling of you caressing his chest), Jesse simply nods and turns to obey you. Only at the door does he turn back and gesture with his key hand, "you uh, haven't seen my phone, have you?"

You're smiling. You've got no bra on beneath your baseball tee, hair soaking your shoulders, and tiny tiny shorts with pockets– a pocket carrying what he clearly recognizes as his phone– and you're smiling.

"I like my coffee strong. Just tell them my name, they'll know what to make." Jesse doesn't know what else to do except sputter and leave.

It would have been a short walk but it's an even shorter drive. Jesse stands in line assessing the menu with his hands in his pockets. You were mad at him.

Ok, that was fair.

You were upset that he left you without a goodbye and had stupidly forgotten his things and had to come crawling back. So you weren't that kind of person. He knows that now. But you also weren't screaming at him or begging him to stick around.

Jesse didn't know what to think of your reaction. But you knew his name. He told you his name in the cab and if you remembered it's because you weren't blackout drunk. That's good for both of you. You didn't seem too hungover either, maybe you'd had less to drink than he did or at least the same. This is good, these were good things.

It didn't make going back to your place less terrifying though.

You left the front door cracked and Jesse pushed his way in with a cup in each hand. "Boy, they sure do like you down at that coffee shop! Extra this and extra that. I'd kill to have a place like me like that."

You seem… calmer now. The tension in your movement is gone and you peck his lips with a kiss as you take your coffee. You reach around him to shut the door and walk to the couch expecting him to follow (and of course like a dog on a leash, he did). You passed him a tylenol and took a few yourself, washing them down with your drink before leaning back with your arm over your eyes.

"I'm sorry," Jesse blurts out. You peak at him from under your arm. "I… I didn't know if you wanted to see me when you woke up so I…"

You snort. "Jesse, honey. If I didn't like you, you would have never made it to my room. Not even close. And if I didn't want to see you in the morning–"

You sat up and pressed yourself almost into his lap– "I would have fucked you at the club."

Now is not the time for a boner, this was a serious conversation. In any case, you eased up on your dominating stance and fell into his side like you belonged there. It felt nice. You smelled like fresh laundry and peaches (definitely your body wash or something), and weren't mad at him anymore. In fact you passed his phone to him and settled back. Jesse wrapped an arm around you and rested his cheek on your head. He had almost drifted back to sleep when his text tone dinged.

MASON: Where the fuck are you?

Jesse sighed. You knew exactly what that sound meant and became determined not to let him go without a fight, but Jesse stopped you from climbing into his lap very firmly, by flipping you onto your back and holding you down. He can't help but blush, his ears turning red as he glares at you.

"I have. To go," he scolds. "My buddy Mason's got this project he needs help with and I promised I'd be there to help him move his stuff."

You whine, grabbing his wrists and sliding his hands up to cover your breasts. "Can't it wait a little longer? We can be fast."

Jesse's brain short circuits and his hands inadvertently flex. "What?"

He knows your nipples are hard because he can feel them, and you're looking at him in that way that makes his pants tighter. You don't have to say it but when you do, he falls hook line and sinker. "Come on, babe. Round 2? Before you go?"

How could he say no to that?

Jesse kisses you roughly. His hands squeeze your tits before he plants one to hold himself up and the other to draw you closer so he can grind his hips into yours. You gasp, pulling at his hair and then fumbling with his pants for a second just as you change your mind. Jesse protests as you push him backwards, then he stares as you slide those tiny shorts off. He goes right to circling your clit with his thumb and takes a long look at the dark spot on your new panties.

"So easy to get you wet," he praises, swiping his thumb down over the wet patch before returning to his pronounced circular motions.

You let him toy with you, feet resting on his shoulders until you remember your little game. you gently kick his hand away and replace it with your own, sliding the fabric aside and making him watch two of your fingers glide deep inside you. Jesse groans, intent to help out but you stop him.

"Just me," you gasp. "Just you."

Jesse seems momentarily confused. Then you see it click in his head and he scrambles to take his cock out, already fully erect and dark in color. He starts to stroke himself, eyes bouncing around your form and drinking in the sight of your self administered pleasure. His eyes roll back at the squelching sound filling the space between you, continuing to stroke himself with a dry rasp.

Jesse calls your name and grasps your wrist. His tongue swirls around your fingers hungrily to suck the slick from them, groaning as he does. It's a moment's distraction as his own fings dip into your wet heat and come out coated in more. He replaces his soaked hand on his cock and strokes with renewed vigor.

"God," he hums. It feels so good, watching you watch him is turning him on way more than he thought it would. He's getting close to coming at the thought of painting your stomach when his phone starts ringing.

He grows an annoyed glance at the offending device, then does a double take and pounces. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck– hey boss!"

You looked at him, completely stunned. Jesse pretended not to notice you and listened intently to the voice on his phone, nodding his head absently and to your horror, tucking his cock back into his pants. He doesn't look too happy about it, but he swallows his pride and tells his boss he'll 'be right there.'

He's already apologizing as he pulls you up from the couch and sets your clothes right. Jesse peppers your sour face in light kisses, rubbing your arms as if to soothe you from a blinding rage.

"I promise I'll make it up to you," he says donning his jacket. "I don't know when or how but I will I–"

"Arcade. Thursday. 7 pm." You zip up his jacket and glare at him so he knows there's no room for argument.

He smiles, "I can't wait," he drops a hearty kiss to your lips. "Thursday, 7 pm. Want me to pick you up?"

"Only if you plan on staying the night."

"That's a yes then." Jesse leaves and you cannot wait for Thursday.

#SMILF Jesse #SMILF Jesse x female reader #smilf jesse smut #three bees writing #🐝🐝🐝✒

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believe-that-you-can-my-friend · 7 years

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hey, i don't know if you write smut, but in honor of the leaked scene, could you write a established!bughead drabble, where he climbs her window and is all flirty? (doesn't have to be smut tho, just a hot make out).. i love your writing btw

(Okay, a little disclaimer. First of all, this is not full on smut, it’s just a hot, slightly smutty make out. Second of all, I didn’t make it full on smut, not because I didn’t want to (believe me Cole tempts me to sin and sin badly) but because I didn’t feel that Bughead’s first time would be like that and I didn’t want to write a random smut without first writing about Jughead not being sure about his sexuality and him and Betty generally testing the waters and all of the other normal things teenagers go through. I intend to write something like that because, asexual Jughead or not, Betty and Jughead are two teens that have a natural naivety and a mutual respect to one another so I believe that, as we saw in the kiss too, they would be timid and taking their time with exploring what they are comfortable with and testing their limits. So I left that for another one-shot. As for the part that Jughead might be asexual. I respect that and I’m not trying to erase anything of his (possible) character here. For what I have read and heard from other ace people and friends, yes, he can still be asexual. Asexuality is a sexual orientation, sexual behavior does not change that. Like every other sexuality it has subcategories; the “I dislike sex”, the “I find it ok, but I do not engage in it often”, the “I’m asexual but my partner makes me feel good” etc. In my mind, as I became older and kept reading the comics and understanding more about sexuality and educating myself on the topic, Jughead fell to the third category for me. That he was being somebody with maybe a lower level of sexual interest but with sexual drive nontheless. So that’s what I have in my mind while watching Riverdale and writing this one-shot and the possible others that will revolve around this topic in the future.

Sorry that was so long, I just wanted to set some things straight and by all means I’m not trying to offend anybody. Everybody ships what they want to ship and that’s perfectly ok! Ship wars are just tiring and pointless so everybody stay calm and respect everyone’s opinions. And if Jughead does end up being asexual with no need to engage in any sexual activities then sure, everyone should be again perfectly ok and not bitch and moan that he won’t get to have steamy scenes or anything. He is still going to be the most amazing guy in Rivedale either way!

End of my huge rant!! Hope you enjoy guys!!

Is your mom finally asleep?

I think so yeah. Why?

I’m coming up ;)

Betty locked her phone and shot up from her bed,abandoning her worn-out copy of Wuthering Heights pages first on the mattressand kicking her covers, a nervous excitement pouring down on her belly as sheheard the familiar crack of careful footsteps on wood. She gave herself a quickonce over on her vanity mirror, checking that her messy bun was intact andstraightening her plain white t-shirt, before kicking off her bunny printedfuzzy socks of her feet and throwing them under her bed in a hurry. It wasn’tthe fact that he wouldn’t appreciate them, he would and he would probably offerher that chuckle of his that set free a million butterflies inside her chest,but her toe nails were painted a lovely baby pink and it was a shame not toshow them off, even though his focus would be on other places, more importantones. She felt her cheeks heating at that and she quickly grabbed herstrawberry lip balm from her nightstand, applying some on her already soft lipswith her ring finger, knowing that this taste mixed with her own always drovehim crazy.

Since that day that Jughead had climbed up her windowso for her to complain to him about her parents and her family situation, itseemed that this became a thing for them. At first, he was just sneaking upbecause they needed a quiet place to discuss investigation plans and theories,the office hours of Blue & Gold proving not to be enough. Now, two monthsafter, the raven haired boy used that ladder almost every night to see hisbeautiful girlfriend, cuddle with her and watch movies and most importantly kissher like she was the heavenly droplets of water on his always thirsty lips.

His handsome faced popped into the window, smirkplayful and eyes shining with mischief, and Betty shook her head in amusementat his stubbornness and lack of survival instinct, while pushing up her windowfor him to slide in. He awkwardly brought his long limps over the window benchand his smile grew more, the boy leaning his head down to capture her lips withhis without a word.

Betty pulled back with a smooch sound. “I thought weagreed that you sneaking up is dangerous and we should lay low for the timebeing.” Truth was they weren’t very careful with those late night rendezvous,with the highlight of their goofiness being one of Jughead’s t-shirts being leftforgotten on Betty’s floor, one day that they heard a noise and the blonde girlhurriedly pushed him out of the window to leave. Betty hadn’t heard the end ofit from her beloved mother the next morning.

“You know I can’t really stay away from you.” Jugheadbreathed against her lips with a smile, dropping a hand on her waist andpushing her flat on him, before he angled his head to give her a deeper kiss.

She pulled back again, placing a palm on his wet lipswhen he blindly followed her lips so not to lose the amazing sensation. “Giveme a minute.” She whispered and fled to the door, Jughead groaning a small sighand throwing himself on her bed.

The girl opened the door lightly, flinching when thewood cracked, and popped her head out to check their dimly lit hallway, makingsure that her parents’ bedroom door was closed and her dad’s light snores couldbe heard from inside. Once satisfied, she closed her door and locked, turningaround to face her boy with a smile.

Jughead was already sprawled to her bed, combat boots carelesslythrown to the floor next to the white wooden frame and blue denim jacketabandoned by the end of the bed, resting his back on her comfy pillows andhaving his right leg bended by the knee, foot resting on the mattress next tohis outstretched left leg.

“Be with mealways - take any form - drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss,where I cannot find you! Oh, God! It is unutterable! I cannot live without mylife! I cannot live without my soul!” he read out loud like he was beingcasted for the part of Heathcliff, right wrist resting on his bended knee andholding the book up, Betty forming a smile at his theatricals. “Really, Betts?Again? Aren’t you tired of rereading about two people that did nothing good butdestroy each other?” he said in his apathetic tone, closing the book and givingit a push to slide over her nightstand.

“Regarding you and your love for dark things, I’mreally surprised that you have that response towards Heathcliff’s andCatherine’s romance.” She mused, coming closer and resting a hip on herbedpost.

Jughead just shrugged, taking in her comfy attire andher way too short bottoms, and he involuntarily licked his lips, beforefocusing back on her eyes and giving her one of those intense glares that onlyhe could master and turned her brain into mud. “I didn’t come here for a bookclub.” He said in a lower voice; they had discussed about that book in the pastand right now wasn’t a good time for a repetition. He just needed her close.

“What did you come here for then?” Betty fakedignorance, biting her lip at the excitement that coiled in her belly onceagain.

He gave her one of his boyish smirks and winked,opening his arms for her to jump into them.

She crawled over the bed and next to him, Jugheadenveloping her in his arms immediately, her giving him a chaste kiss. “So whatdo you have in mind?” she raised an eyebrow and he smirked cheekily beforeleaning down to join their lips in a slow kiss. Sweet and innocent wasn’t thecase today as it seemed, both of them opening their mouths in unison andletting their tongues dance heavily, sensual nibbling and licking each other’slips. Betty let a sigh against his opened mouth and rolled her chestdeliciously over his, Jughead fisting the material of her shirt at the small ofher waist, wanting to have her closer but the position proving to be awkward.

She rolled her chest again and angled her head more,lacing her arms behind his neck and letting her fingers roam inside his ravenlocks, his beanie dropping behind him on the pillows and being left forgottenthere. One of his palms came down her side, caressing from her hip all the waydown to her bare thigh before his hand got hold of her knee and pulled it overhis lap, indicating for her to straddle him.

“So, do you like my tonight plans?” Jughead askedcheekily, pulling back lightly with hair all messy and flushed cheeks, runninghis nails lightly up and down the back of her thighs that were now on each sideof his hips.

Betty smiled against his lips, dragging her tongue outto lick teasingly his down lip, making him leave a small sigh. “How come you’rein such a mood tonight, huh?” she raised an eyebrow at the rarity of thesituation and slightly rolled her hips over his, his hold on her hipbonestightening in reflex and his eyes flattered in delight.

“Well, sue me if my still functioning male brain findsyou hot.” He replied in a raspy voice and attacked her lips, Betty letting asmall whine at the intensity of the kiss, grabbing his cheeks and feeling hishands on the small of her waist urging her flat against him. She loved howgiving and comfortable he was with her now, long forgotten the tremblingfingers and sweaty palms when they had first started doing things a littlesaucier than kissing. Not that they had gone all way now; he was still unsureabout a lot of stuff – not her, she was amazing, just him and where he stood asa human being and a man – and they both wanted to take it slow, taste thewaters and experience things with their own pace and not going with the flow orsuccumbing to peer pressure. But they had done things beyond only taking off their shirts and there was a slowburning for even more.

She felt him run the pads of his fingers up and downher spine and she shivered in his arms, the boy knowing the places that madeher crack under his touch, before his hands were at her cheeks too, angling herface more and attacking her mouth with his skillful tongue, tasting the sweetflavor that was Betty Cooper. His slender fingers caressed down her neck andhis lips came to follow, Betty gasping for air and fisting the material of hisshirt on his chest at his wonderful ministrations. She felt him making his waydown her neck with open mouthed kisses and wet licks, her legs tighteningagainst his hips and her chest heaving with every small nibble of his chappedlips. Jughead just groaned at the delicious way her breasts were rubbing upagainst his chest and the sensual rolls of her hips, his slender fingersyanking her shirt down her shoulder, exposing more skin to him and a seductivebra strap against her collarbone. He attacked the base of her neck with rawerurge and Betty yelped, tugging at the roots of his hair, wanting to have him,closer, closer than ever before.

“Don’t leave a hickey.” She found a small piece ofsanity in her and whispered, the whisper turning into a long deep sigh as shefelt him lick sensually her abused skin.

Jughead pulled back momentarily, admiring his work.“Too late.” He smirked sexily at her and she bit her lip, not even a tad madwhen he was looking at her with so much fire and desire in his blue eyes.

She pushed back the strands of hair from the center ofhis forehead and Betty was the one to attack him this time, fingers lacing atthe back of his neck and lips demanding on his as she ate him out. She did thatswirl of her tongue that knew he loved and she was rewarded with a small moanand his hands in fists around the material of her t-shirt on her hips, beforeclosing his tongue inside of her luscious lips and sucking hard, knowing thatthis was his undoing. The deep throaty moan that erupted from his chest andvibrated through her whole body caused an instant pool of wetness inside her floralpanties.

“God, don’t do that…” he sighed desperately, closinghis eyes and pulling back to gain some of control, his down lip getting tuggedback by her teeth lightly and she just smirked, diving in for his long neck. Shestarted leaving butterfly kisses before she reached his ear and let her lipslinger there, feeling him stiffen and ground her more on his lap once shelicked the sensitive skin behind it.

“You are a menace, aren’t you?” Jughead shook his headat how good she was at teasing him and she let a breathless giggle, himhungrily joining their lips once again, the two of them kissing with frenzy andnot holding back now, sucking, nibbling, licking, tasting everything that theother had to offer. Betty hastily pushed his denim shirt off his shoulders,Jughead helping her and throwing it somewhere on the floor, both of them amoaning mess at this point. Her fingers trailed at the front of his t-shit,undoing the three little buttons and his own hands found her firm butt,squeezing once, before moving under her tiny shorts to caress it over the softlace of her panties. He urged her to roll her lips more over his now veryevident hard-on and they moaned again inside each other’s mouth, high on thefriction their bodies kept offering them.

“You’re wearing too many clothes.” Jughead whisperedas their lips danced to change their kissing angle, his hands leaving her butthalf-heartedly and going under her shirt, caressing up her back and bringingthe material with them, Betty pulling back lightly for him to push it off herbody.

He took a step back to appreciate her, having foundthat even though her legs were indeed a sight to see, once he had seen herbreasts he truly had been blessed with the most amazing view on the planet, andhe licked his lips with boyish appreciation, his thumps caressing lightly herskin on her ribs.

“That’s new.” He declared with a hoarse, sexy voice,smirking while taking in her gorgeous cleavage wrapped in a pastel violet lacybra.

Betty nodded, biting her lip. “You like?” she wantedto know and he momentarily looked up at her, all shiny doe eyes, flushed cheeksand swollen lips, thinking that after his kisses she always looked theprettiest.

“I love.” He corrected her in a whisper and leanedforward. “And I love you.” He captured her lips again, sweet for just a momentbefore the kiss turned hungry again, his right hand tentatively going to gripher breast lightly, Betty moaning softly inside the kiss. His other handcaressed up her waist with a desperate need to find the tiny clasp and have herbreasts in all their glory just for him, but the boy frowned when his fingerscame across nothing but lace.

The girl giggled breathlessly upon seeing his facefilled with a mixture of lust and confusion. “The clasp is at the front,Juggie…” she informed him with a lopsided smirk and he shook his head amused athis lame self and her torturing.

His pointer curled around the barely there clasp. “Youlike toying up with me, huh?” Jughead hummed sexily against her lips.

“Well, with some parts of you, yeah, sure.” Shewhispered sensually, Betty proven to be the one that dared to talk more and do newthings during their private moments, and rolled her hips directly over hisprominent erection, Jughead throwing his head back with a breathy “man” andBetty letting a light giggle while leaning to suck at his neck, next to his Adam’sapple, leaving her own mark there.

His need to feel more was up in the sky at this point,Jughead surprising himself every time he was this intimate with her because hehad never thought he would feel those kinds of things for a woman. But with hereverything was different; she had the ability to make him fall in love withjust a dashing smile and make him ignite with just the simple touch of herfingers.

He could feel the said fingers running feathery downhis chest and sneaking under his t-shirt, her palm caressing up again his soft skin now,Betty dragging her nails momentarily over his left pectoral once he delivered arather hard bite against her down lip, both of them moaning. Her tiny hand keptcaressing at the extent of his lean torso and dropped on his abs, Jugheadtaking a sharp intake of breath in reflex that made Betty smile satisfiedinside the kiss, daring her fingers to move even more down, dancing at thesmall patch of raven hair at his happy trail.

It was one of the rare times that Betty heard himgrowl, the boy grabbing her waist with urgency and turning them around so hewould be in control but the sudden movement felt unsafe and Betty instinctivelyraised an arm to get hold of something, only for her hand to knock clumsily herlamp of her nightstand, making it fall to the ground with a loud crashingsound.

The two teens broke apart instantly but stayed attheir tangled up position, Jughead huffing his locks off his forehead and Bettyhiding her face inside her palms in embarrassment, biting her lip and prayingthat her mom didn’t hear.

“Betty!” herprayers hadn’t been heard.

It was frenzy after that, the two of them quicklyshooting up from the bed in lightning speed, gathering Jughead’s stuff and Bettyhelping him out the window with all his belongings in a wrinkled ball againsthis chest.

“Hurry!” she kept instructing him, throwing terrifiedglances over her shoulder in fear that they would be busted any second now.

“I’m lightheaded and I have a small problem that makeswalking, let alone climbing down a window, a tad difficult!” Jughead hissed,sending her a look.

She just scoffed, her cheeks turning slightly red atthe naughty visual her mind created. “Don’t forget to hide the ladder in thebushes at the back.” She reminded him with a whisper.

“I won’t; I know the deal by now.” He assured her,finally out on the first step of the ladder, facing her. “You so owe me forthis.” His eyes playfully darted down on him.

“Just go!” Betty whispered – yelled and bit her lipnot to show her own amused smile.

“I’ll text you.” He promised and pushed his face up topeck her lips, before footsteps could be heard down the corridor and Betty gavehim another quick kiss before she pushed the top of his head down and slid herwindow close.

Unlocking her door, she returned in her previous seaton her bed reopening her book. She hoped her flushed cheeks and fast beatingheart didn’t give her away when her mother walked in the room to check on her.As for her smile, well, that stayed bright and blissful until she fell asleepwith Jughead’s texts still brightening up her phone screen.

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