Anon requests: hey hey hey :) i was wondering if i could request a jughead x reader
where they’re best friends have been for as long as anyone could remember, but
they’ve been in a relationship for quite a while now and nobody knows until the
others (betty, kev, veronica and archie) notice one night when they’re all at
pops that reader and jughead are sharing quick glances and yeah i think you
might get what i mean, you don’t have to but i thought it was pretty cute :) x
reader and Jughead have been keeping their relationship a secret, but their
friends are growing tired of the sexual tension
Word count: 715
A/N: so we hit
300 followers today?? This is insane, thank you guys so much for the support,
you are all incredible!! Enjoy!
The heels of my boots clicked against the floor as I walked
down the school hallway. I scanned
everyone’s faces, searching for my boyfriend.
An arm grabbed me and pulled me into an empty classroom. I looked up and saw my boyfriend.
“Jug!” I giggled as he wrapped his arms around my
waist. “You know I have to get to French
class in a few minutes.”
“I know,” he smirked, “which means we have a few minutes.” I laughed and wrapped my arms around his
“The bell’s gonna ring any second,” I whispered, my face
inching closer to his. Jughead’s smirk
faded into a smile as he leaned in.
“Better make every second count then,” he replied. Our lips were millimeters apart when the bell
rang, causing me to jump out of his arms.
When I saw him pouting, I winked before exiting the room.
“Au revoir, Jughead,” I called over my shoulder. He rolled his eyes, but there was a smile etched
on his face.
Later that day, I was sitting with Betty and Veronica at
“So you’re still coming to Pop’s tonight, right (Y/N)?”
Betty asked. I smiled and nodded.
“Of course!” I replied.
“And will Jughead be joining us tonight?” Veronica asked,
her lips curving upwards in a smirk. I
rolled my eyes but nodded.
“Yes he is,” I responded.
Betty and Veronica shared a smirk, causing me to shake my head. “Oh my god, guys, I know what you’re
“Yeah, yeah,” Veronica waved her hand, dismissing me. “I know what you’re gonna say. You and Jughead have been BFFs since day one
and blah blah blah ruin friendship and so on so forth.” She shook her head. “Whatever.
You know what we have to say, and it’s your choice.” I laughed to myself, amused by Veronica and
Betty’s lack of knowledge about mine and Jughead’s relationship. For a second, I considered telling them the
truth. Instead, I just smiled and
Jughead was the first person to arrive at Pop’s that
evening. Once I arrived, he perked up
and waved me over to the booth. When I
sat down, he pecked me on the lips. I
playfully pushed him away.
“Our friends are going to be here any second,” I scolded him
with a smile. He laughed and rolled his
“We have to tell them eventually,” he reminded me, and I
“I know.” The jingle
of the bell signaled someone new entered Pop’s, and we turned around to see
Veronica walk in. I waved at her and she
quickly caught sight of us, striding over to our booth. She slid into the seat across from us.
“Hey lovebirds,” she greeted with a smirk. I smiled back at her, unbothered.
“Hey, V,” I said.
Kevin, Betty, and Archie arrived soon after, and we ordered our food and
fell into a playful conversation.
Occasionally, Jughead would steal some fries from my basket. In retaliation, I would take his onion rings. Our other four friends noticed these playful
exchanges. At first they said nothing,
but when Jughead and I started to lightly shove each other, Kevin stopped us.
“Oh my god, just date already!” he shouted, slamming his
fists on the table. Jughead and I shared
a glance, then burst out into laughter.
“What?” Archie questioned, all four of our friends looking
back and forth between me and Jughead. I
bit my lip and smiled up at Jughead, ignoring our friends surrounding us.
“Oh my god,” Betty muttered, her eyes widening. “You guys are…” She couldn’t finish her sentence, her train
of thought lost in shock. Veronica and
“Are what?” Archie asked, still not getting it. Veronica rolled her eyes.
“Dating, Archiekins,” she explained. “(Y/N) and Jughead are dating.” His eyes widened.
“You guys are dating?” he gasped. “Since when?”
I shrugged, not making eye contact with any of them.
“About a month?” I said, looking at Jughead for
confirmation. He nodded.
“Sounds about right.”
“And you didn’t tell us?” Kevin demanded. I bit my lip guiltily and shrugged.
“We were waiting for a good time to tell you guys,” I
explained, but it came out more like a question. The whole table groaned at us, but everyone
“Look the door,” Chat Noir instructed, voice strained.
Marinette obeyed, hands shaking as she turned the lock. She spun to watch him limp across the room. “You need to drop your transformation and let me look at your ankle.”
“Hawkmoth’s new henchmen could find us at any minute. I’m not risking it.” He hissed in pain as he dropped down on a faded couch.
Marinette bit back a retort and walked further into the dim room. “So this is your safe house, huh?”
“Sorry I never told you about it,” he winced, swinging his leg up on the couch. “I hoped we would never need it.”
“And here we are.”
“Here we are,” he echoed. “How’s Tikki?”
There was a tiny moan from inside Marinette’s purse. “Not good,” she breathed. “Chat, what are we going to do?”
“I don’t know, my Lady. You’re usually the brains of this operation.”
She frowned. “I’m feeling a little uninspired at the moment.” She pulled aside a thick navy curtain and peeked out the window. Things seemed quiet enough from this height but she knew it was an illusion. Paris was burning. “I don’t think this is just Hawkmoth.”
“He’s made friends, it seems.”
“We should try the others again. I need to at least warn them what that one ugly gray guy can do. I don’t want any of the other kwamis out of commission.”
“Sorry, Marinette,” Tikki said weakly.
“Shhh, we’re going to be fine. We just need to figure out how to get you to Master Fu.” She dropped the curtain and moved over to the couch. “Maybe we should plan on staying here for the night, resting up and making a plan, and heading out in the morning.”
“Whatever you think.”
“So drop your transformation, you stubborn Chat, and let me see your ankle.”
He groaned. “This is not how I imagined our reveal would go.”
“And you thought I hoped you would find me detransformed and crying on a roof?”
“What a mess.”
“Come on, Kitty. Your kwami will need to recharge and keep his strength up.” Marinette sat down beside him and scooted closer, gently lifting his boot and setting it on her lap.
He gave her an almost sad smile. “Plagg, claws in.”
For @defiantlilsheep who requested “Draco cant wink. He can do anything and everything but he cant wink. Trust me.” …. this got a bit longer than a tiny Drabble I couldn’t help it!
When Harry had returned for his eighth year at Hogwarts he had absolutely promised himself that if a certain blonde haired pointy git who may or may not have helped save his life but was also most definitely still an arsehole happened to return he would not get himself involved no matter what.
Except, once school started he realized that he had the small matter of returning Malfoy’s wand to handle, so he had to see him. I mean sure he could’ve returned it by owl but that would just been rude. He had to do it person. He had to. At least that’s what he kept telling himself.
He put it off for weeks before finally walking up to him while he was studying outside and both thanking him and apologizing for stealing his wand. And the truth was Malfoy had been so different during the exchange; solemn and pensieve and if he didn’t know better even remorseful. He had told Harry not to apologize, that he was the one who should be sorry. Harry had been so flustered he’d muttered something about studying and nearly tripped on his own feet in his haste to escape the confusing thoughts swirling through his brain and making him feel like he’d been punched in the stomach.
But still, none of that could change the fact that he was still an arse and Harry didn’t care what he did. Or at least that’s what he kept trying to tell himself. He’d always been pretty good at lying to himself, so he hoped it might work this time.
As time went on Harry realized that it was definitely not working.
He couldn’t help but be curious when twice in the same week he walked into an empty loo to find Malfoy making an odd face in the mirror. Both times the other boy had looked horrified at being caught and run away. Although Harry had no idea what exactly he’d caught Malfoy doing.
And that was a problem, because try as he might Harry didn’t like when he didn’t know what was going on. It wasn’t that he was obsessed with Malfoy as a person, he just wanted to know why he seemed so different and what exactly he was doing.
Hermione told him he was nosy and to please promise not to become obsessed with Malfoy again. Harry had promised.
The thing was, he had to admit to himself he’d never actually stopped being obsessed with Malfoy and therefore when he caught himself once again searching him out on the Mauraders Map and following him around under the invisibility cloak or ducking around dark corridors he figured he wasn’t actually breaking his promise. You couldn’t exactly start doing something again if you’d never really stopped doing it in the first place.
Harry swore he would only do it a few times, just until he figured out what the other boy was up too. The problem was he couldn’t for the life of him figure out what he was doing.
Harry knew he was getting sloppy, knew he was being obvious, but by the second term he just couldn’t help himself. It was like an itch he couldn’t scratch, being away from Malfoy. And the odd faces he kept catching him making in bathroom mirrors and suits of armor had gone from weird and perplexing to confusing and adorable. Which was more than a little unsettling.
Harry however, had no excuse when he caught himself trying to figure out what kind of tea Malfoy was drinking at breakfast, or what his Potions partner said that made his lips curl up in a soft smile, or what kind of books he was reading when he sat hidden in the corner of the library pretending to study potions and thought no one could see him.
It was a bright and sunny morning. Harry had snuck out of the castle early to get a bit of flying before classes started.
The sky was so clear and the weather was just perfect for flying. Only instead of being happy to be up in the air, Harry’s only thought was of how much he wished Malfoy was up there with him, challenging him to the snitch.
It was at that exact moment that Harry realized he wasn’t obsessed with Malfoy.
He was falling in love with him. And that was definitely worse. Much worse.
“Potter!” Malfoy yelled, grabbing the back of Harry’s robe and dragging him into a darkened alcove behind a rather rusty suit of armor.
“Oi - watch it, Malfoy.”
“Watch it? Watch it?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” He shrieked and Harry had the decency to shrink back a little bit.
“You’re the one who won’t stop watching! Everywhere I look there you are! Always skulking about and staring me and interrupting me when I’m trying to- well it doesn’t matter what I’m trying to do the point is you’re a world class nuisance like always and I can’t concentrate when you’re constantly following me around like a lost kneazle.”
Harry blinked a few times then smiled, which was clearly not what Malfoy was expecting because the look of confusion on his face was priceless.
“You find me distracting?” Harry asked curiously, smiling again when Malfoy began backing up as Harry walked forward.
“Of course you’re distracting, Potter. You bumble around noisily like the obnoxious twat you are. I don’t know how you could possibly think I hadn’t noticed you. You’re everywhere, making a nuisance of yourself.”
Harry couldn’t help but notice the way Malfoy’s fingers were curling as he talked, the sweat building on his brow, and the way his breathing was quickening. To anyone else it looked like Malfoy was angry, but Harry wasn’t anyone else. He’d spent the better part of the last few months doing nothing but watching him and this wasn’t angry this was something else entirely; it was arousal. He was sure of it.
Or pretty sure of t at least. Sure enough to take a chance.
“So then Malfoy, what exactly are you up to? If you tell me I promise to stop following you.”
“So you admit you’ve been following me!” Malfoy shouts, putting his hands on Harry’s chest and shoving him gently. But it’s not aggressive, not even a little bit, and Harry just grins mischievously.
“Are you trying to get my attention?”
Malfoy splutters. “I most certainly am not!”
“Yes you are. Admit it.”
“I was not trying to get your attention I was trying to learn to wink!”
Harry stops at that. Quirking his head to the side. “To wink?”
Malfoy looks embarrassed now, smoothing down the front of his robes and staring at his feet.
“I can’t wink. I saw you wink at that Weasley girl during the first quidditch match of the season and I figured if you could do it so could I. Except I can’t and I look like a right tosser trying! Are you happy now?!”
“I could teach you.”
“Teach me? Teach me?!” He all but shrieks starting to sound a bit hysterical.
“It’s not hard, Malfoy. I can teach you….if you want me to.”
They’re so close now Harry can see Malfoy’s pupils dialating, so close their lips would be touching if he just moved forward a bit, angling his head up.
Malfoy seems to have realized the same thing because he kicks his lips, blinking a few times before muttering “Alright fine, teach me how to blink. Let me have it, Potter.”
Harry isn’t sure what posseses him but at those words he feels some of his self control snap and he leans upwards to close the distance between them, pressing their lips together.
Draco’s lips are cold and chapped and he taste almost bitter like earl grey tea without enough sugar. He smells like fresh air and parchment and the blueberry scones the house elves had sent up for tea today. It’s new and familiar all at one and Harry doesn’t think he’s ever felt more exhilarated in his life, until Draco’s shock wears of and he’s kissing him back fiercely, pulling him closer and sliding his hands into Harry’s hair almost desperately.
Harry would be embarrassed at the whimpering moans of desperation he’s making, but Draco is making them right back so he can’t be arsed to worry about it.
Much later after the desperation has turned softer, they stand there with their foreheads pressed together, out of breath but full of hope.
“So, did you still want me to teach you how to wink?” Harry all but whispers. He’s surprised when Draco just starts to laugh.
“If you must know I was only trying to learn in order to get your attention.” He seems a bit embarrassed at his admission, but something about it warms Harry’s heart.
“I knew it! You were trying to get my attention and you were up to something.”
“God you’re an wanker, Potter,” he mumbles, reaching his hands around Harry’s body to rest just above his arse.
“Well yeah…but at least now I’m your wanker.”
“Yeah?” Draco asks, a genuine smile on his face.
“Definitely,” Harry says, and he winks at him for good measure.
Draco groans, spinning them around to switch their positions and slamming Harry back against the wall, pressing their bodies together and kissing him with such intensity Harry feels like he might faint.
Oh yes Harry thinks with pleasure as Draco’s mouth attaches itself to his neck, there will definitely be a lot more winking in his future.
I’ve been MIA for awhile. I needed a breather. I needed to take some time to see if this was truly what I wanted and after this break…its it not something I want. It is something I NEED.
I needed a little more control to make things more comfortable for me so instead of him finding someone to talk to I went ahead and set up a dating profile for him just to see how it made me feel. After a week of silence I/he got his first message. I showed him and he liked her pictures. Since I created the profile I could see any messages. They began to talk with my permission and I logged in regularly to read them. The more I read the more I needed.
Then came snap. The first boob pic he got he screen shot. That night he looked at the pic while I sucked him off. Then she sent a video of herself masturbating. I watched in awe at her glistening lips and almost came when she moaned his name. Pretty sure I came more than I ever have when we fucked to the video. He called me her name as I rode him. I needed more and they wanted more. She asked to meet and said ok as long as I was there.
A few days later we drove to her little town and met up at the bar. I sat at the bar while they grabbed a table. From my view I could see right under the table and the little slut had no panties on. She discreetly took his hand and placed it between her legs. I was jealous and wet at the same time as I watched his finger slide into her. When he came to the bar for another round I asked to lick that same finger. God she tasted good. When he went back they went back to flirting and talking.
I went to the bathroom and when I got back to the bar they were full on making out. I stared in awe as their bodies were smashed together and his hands roamed her body. I swear I saw her look back at me and wink. When they came up from air she whispered in his ear. That’s when everything got real.
My BF came up to the bar and told me she wanted to fuck. When I asked where he said he was going to take her to our truck in the alley. I gave him my blessing as long as I could watch.
After they left I snuck out and his behind a dumpster (like I was a piece of trash). I watched her sit on his lap in the passabger seat - my seat - and slowly the truck started rocking. He was inside her. I could hear her but could barely see since the windows were fogging over. Damn this was really happening. I literally held onto the dumpster as I fingered myself to the movement of the truck and her moans.
After she kissed him for about 5 minutes beside the truck and then left. I rode home in the still wet passabger seat. We sat in silence for about 15 minutes until I couldn’t take it and gave him road head. I could taste her on him and came without even being touched.
Since that night we’ve met up 2 more times and it has been amazing each time. He’s only fucked me 2x in the last three weeks and each time she was either on video or he called me her name. So yes….this is what I want.
EXO Reactions ~ When You Get Leg Cramps From Trying New Sex Positions
Request: Just wondering, if you can do how EXO act and feel when you get leg cramps from trying new sex positions? Fluff please and thank you😁 if you can’t do it then it’s okay! I understand!
A/N: i did OT9 this time bc I’m doing a lot of work for the blog that I got plans for over the next few days. I’ll tell y’all bout it soon.
When Sehun notices your cramps and how awkwardly you were walking, he would try to stifle a laugh before carrying you to your shared bed and tucking you in nicely, making sure he didn’t hurt you. Next cuddling in next to you.
“Don’t worry Jagi, my cuddles will make the pain go away,”
As you lay on your couch whimpering from the current joint pain you were experiencing, Jongin pops out of nowhere with his beautiful aegyo and take away for two; scaring you half to death.
“Doctor Jongin is here to take care after his beautiful princess! Relax and I’ll do all the work like I did last night” *wINK WOnK*
When Minseok saw you hold onto surfaces around your shared apartment to keep yourself standing up, he knew he fucked you up pretty bad the night before. Baby Baozi would insist on checking you over and not letting you move out of bed until you were all healed.
“I knew I went down hard but damn, I didn’t know I rekt you…”
As you kept rubbing your legs from the cramps you gained from the night before, you didn’t notice that Yixing noticed you constantly flinching in pain and was curious; when he begged you to kiss you better, you couldn’t deny.
“I’m Lay the healing Unicorn, after all”
Kyungsoo already knew the consequences of trying out new positions, so just before you woke up the next morning - BabeSoo had a nice warm bath prepared for you to relax your muscles and get rid of any cramps.
“Yes, yes ~ No need to thank best boyfriend ever *very cute fucking smile*”
This little buttercup would sit and feed you ice cream and give you pain meds but secretly praise himself for living himself up to the rep of “SuDaddy” and trying to not show you that he was actually pleased with himself.
“But be honest… I was really good though wasn’t I…?”
Truly yes, Jongdae would comfort you through this very tough time of having bad leg cramps when he wrecked you (not going to mention how he had leg cramps of his own, why he wouldn’t get out of bed too.) but this little shit would troll and tease the fuck out of you about ituntil you LITERALLY kicked him out of bed.
“Oh gosh, I’m hurting… Jagiya why would you…”
When Park Chanyeol asked why you were whining about your legs so much, you told him that you think he must of fucked them up the night before because you have serious cramps in them. The poor boy would go all flustered just thinking about the events.
“Oh shid, oh that… yeah oh… gosh…”
Baek was clueless as why you were walking around like a baby horse, when he asked what’s up; poor Baekhyun was scared for his life when you snapped at him telling him that it was his fault that you woke up destroyed because of sexual activities from the night before.
Characters: reader, Bucky, Natasha, Clint, Bruce (mentioned)
Summary: Your dreams of kissing your small town life goodbye are about to come true when an unexpected detour leaves you stranded. Meeting the handsome local mechanic has you rethinking your plans. Perhaps happiness is less about where you’re headed and more about the people you meet along the way.
As you waved goodbye to Bucky and shut the door to your motel room, your mind went into panic mode. Was this a date? Did you pack anything date-worthy? How much scrubbing would it take to get the grease out of your skin and fingernails? Taking a deep breath, you let go of those worries as excitement for tonight crept in.
You had a date with Bucky Barnes. Maybe.
After rummaging through all the clothing in your duffel for something that might be suitable for a kinda-almost-maybe date, you settled on a knee-length skirt and button-up blouse. Both were slightly wrinkled, but you hung them up in the bathroom while you showered hoping the steam would help them relax. You decided to wear your hair down and put on a small amount of makeup. Slipping on your sandals, you were ready to go when he knocked on your door at exactly 7:28pm.
A turn of the knob and he stood before you in a pair of dark jeans with a light blue button-up shirt tucked in, his long hair tucked behind his ears. You weren’t one for facial hair usually, but somehow this man’s scruffy, well-defined jaw had you weak in the knees.
A/N: I know I haven’t posted in a while, forgive me. I love you guysssss xx
I let out a puff of air as I drop my giant bag of laundry on the ground.
This thing is fucking heavy!
I really shouldn’t wait so long to wash my clothes but I have my reasons; I live in a loft and there’s only one laundry mat in the building (for us young adults who don’t own a washer or dryer) so just about every time I go to do a load, there's a long ass line. Nobody has time for that. Also, I just got a new kitten a couple of weeks ago and I took him with me the last time I went so now he thinks that he’s supposed to follow me there. For example, tonight, he saw me grab my clothes and ran to the door to wait for me.
I wipe my sweaty palms off on my shirt and squat down to lift the bag again; the door is right there…I think I can make it lol. Just as I get a good grip on the bottom of it, my gray-haired kitten decides to hop on my lap, causing me to tumble and fall on my ass. “Ugh! Ozzie…really, dude?” I laugh before softly nudging him off of me.
Just then, the black door labelled ‘LAUNDRY’ swings open when one of my neighbours walk out and for some reason, Ozzie takes it upon himself to run right in without me. I call his name but it’s too late, the entryway has closed behind him. I quickly run after him, dragging my one thousand pound bag along with me.
I push the door open. What I wasn’t expecting to find was a tall, brunette boy chasing my cat…now that I can get a better look, it appears that Ozzie has some type of fabric in his mouth.
“Hey! Come here, little guy!” I hear the boy pant, still running all over the small room trying to get whatever my pet snatched from him. The boy finally has Ozzie cornered and he slowly approaches him, whispering “Okay kitty…can I have that back, please?” as if Cats understand/give two shits about the word, please. Ozzie manages to dash out between the guy’s legs and I can’t stop the laughter that pours out of me. Just about everyone else in here starts to cackle along with me and….I’m just now realizing it;s actually not too busy for once.
My kitten spots me across the room and trots over. I lean down, retrieving the red boxer briefs that now have a few holes in them from where it had been bitten. I wince, knowing that I’ll probably have to give this guy money to replace his underwear, depending on how much they really meant to him.
“Is he yours?” he chuckles, his voice still laced with fatigue. It doesn’t take long for me to notice how beautiful he is; His jaw looks like it was sculpted by god, himself and his smile?…Indescribable. I can’t make it obvious that I’m sitting here internally drooling so I nod and smirk, holding up his briefs “Is this yours?” I mimic his tone. He rolls his eyes and takes them from me, his face turning a bright rosy color.
“the little stinker just went and stole it out of my basket” he snickers, bending down to boop Ozzie on the nose.
“I’ll buy you another pair, if you want” I sigh, pointing at the holes before glancing back up to his face to await his response. He tells me its no big deal and that he has other pairs with worse damage that he still wears. We laugh for a bit and talk more about how we both a have collection of old ratty clothing that we should have thrown away years ago. Even through all of this back and forth conversation, all I can focus on is how perfect he is.
After a minute or two, he mentions something about having to get the rest of his stuff out of the dryer.
“Yeah..shit I almost forgot what I came here for” I joke before picking Ozzie up and beginning to drag my bag to the nearest washer. He offered to help but I politely declined.
“I mean you already saw my underwear, I might as well see yours” he winks. We hear a couple of ‘oooh's’ from the other college kids who were loading their clothes in or waiting around for their dryer’s timer to ring. We both laugh at the fact that these people thought he was being serious.
We say our goodbyes and I see him finish gathering his belongings before heading out. I shake my head at what just happened as I turn back to tend to my own business.
“Oh wait! What’s your name?” He calls out, struggling to hold the door open with his basket.
“Y/n!” I shout back. He smiles.
“I’m Shawn. It was nice meeting you!” He lifts his knee to balance the basket so he can wave but he loses his hold and the entire basket topples over, the clothes sprawled out all over the ground and now covered in his liquid detergent.
And as if it couldn’t get any more ironic, Ozzy jumps out of my arms, runs over to the pile, and snatches another pair of boxers.