the smug bastards

SEXUAL FRUSTRATION pt. 2 - JBB

{synopsis} platonic relationship between reader and bucky until bucky decides to help reader relieve some stress

{warnings} male masturbation, a shit load of dirty talk (i might’ve gone overboard), vaginal fingering, tease!bucky, denied orgasm, dom!bucky, very lowkey hate fucking (more on the reader’s side than anything), metal arm kink

{pairing} dom!bucky x fem!reader

{word count} 2045

tags - @arabellaaurorabarnes , @firebendergirl33 , @justonenobody , @harrisbn @madbabie

   It had been two weeks since their little incident, and when Bucky said he wanted to get Y/N riled up, he wasn’t lying. It had been absolute torture for our poor girl; with the looks Bucky gave her when he walked into a room, the sinfully tight shirts he wore during training, the small moments when no one was looking that he would grind up against her, speak lowly in her ear and then leave like nothing had happened. Just this morning he pulled something that nearly made Y/N explode…


   Y/N grumbled as she made her way down the hallway to the elevator; the only thing on her mind being food. She had spent the entire morning cooped up in her room, particularly to avoid making any and all contact with a certain James Barnes (who happened to reside three doors down from her). She thought she had been doing a good job so far, and had actually gone as far as to ask FRIDAY about Bucky’s location throughout her time hiding out, just in case he decided to surprise her. So, as she passed his room, Y/N was quite surprised (and very alarmed) to hear low moans coming from inside. She thought she had made sure that Bucky’s room was clear before she set off on her escapade to retrieve food… guess she was getting lazy.

   Sure, she had recently been in a state of constant hatred towards the man, but she still cared for him. It’s not like they didn’t have history. Therefore, being the gallant little Avenger she is, Y/N quickly darted to Bucky’s door and swung it open. The sight she was greeted with nearly knocked the breath out of her chest.

   Bucky Barnes was not in trouble; oh no, he was far from it. The man in question was sprawled out on his bed, the duvet kicked lazily around his feet, his body bare and his legs spread wide. Bucky’s chest was heaving as he took deep breaths between low moans and throaty groans, his metallic hand gripping the headboard and his human hand pumping his cock at a steady rhythm. Y/N was at a loss for words as her eyes traveled his figure, his skin covered in a light layer of sweat, his abs contracting as waves of pleasure washed over his body. He was like something out of myth; he was a fucking god. Bucky’s head was thrown back as a breathy “oh god” fell from his sinfully plump lips, his eyes scrunched shut and god his neck… how Y/N was alive at that very moment remains a mystery. 

   But before anything else could happen, Y/N closed the door as dramatically as she had opened it, and fell against it as she stared, wide eyed, at the opposite wall of the now eerily quiet hallway, her mind attempting to grasp what had just happened. A sharp breath left her in the form of what sounded like a panic-ridden sigh, and Y/N closed her eyes for a moment, trying to wipe her brain of what she had just seen. But did she want to?

   Bucky, on the other hand, had stopped his movements and was smirking triumphantly to himself. He heard her exasperation through the door, hell, he could feel it radiating off of her. So, just to make matters worse for our poor girl, he opened his mouth and moaned in the most pornographic way he could muster, “Oh, Y/N!”

   He waited for a response, and not less than a second after the words left his mouth, he heard a loud gasp and clumsy footsteps leading away from his room. Bucky threw his head back in silent laughter and grinned deviously to himself. Everything was going to plan…


   That moment was still haunting Y/N. It was most definitely still haunting her as our girl has her hand stuck down her panties, her pointer and middle finger pumping furiously into her wet core. She had been going at it, laying in her bed, for the past 10 minutes and so far she was receiving jack shit. She was just about to give up when a knock came at her door, reviving a flame that had settled in Y/N for the time being. Her voice was sharp and uninviting as she yelled out: “Who the fuck is it?”

   A low chuckle came as an answer, and Y/N was at a loss for words, her cheeks heating up as her mind immediately wandered to the morning incident. “Doll?” the smug bastard called out in an innocent, sing-song voice, “It’s me. Can I come in?”

   Y/N thought to herself for a minute, did she really want him to come in? Maybe he had come there to settle the tension that had been building between them for the previous two weeks… lord knows it was about time… But it was too late for second thoughts because before Y/N could overthink what was about to happen any further, her legs had already carried her to the door and her hand was already on the handle, turning the knob and then opening the door to reveal a very smug looking Bucky. Damn you, subconscious movements. Y/N rolled her eyes at the sight of his infuriatingly happy face, a sharp sigh falling from her mouth. Bucky’s face faltered for a moment and his eyebrows furrowed in a playfully offended way, “Good to see you too, dollface. May I come in?”

   Y/N rolled her eyes again, “Whatever, just don’t fuck anything up.”

   Bucky chuckled but followed her into her room, taking note of the messy bed covers and the lack of pants on the girl in front of him. She had so been touching herself. Bucky took a seat at her desk as Y/N curled up on her bed, an expectant look on her face. “Well? What do you want?” she asked him, an impatient edge in her voice.

   He sat in her chair silently for a few moments, eyeing her over, then he suddenly rose from his seat, and had her pinned to the mattress before she could even blink. His body was hovering over hers, Y/N’s hands trapped above her head, and Bucky’s steel blue eyes boring into her own. His voice was lower than she had every heard it when he spoke next, “I want you to drop the damn attitude. Understand, sweetheart?”

   Y/N understood clearly, and, though a surge of defiance struck her, she calmed it and slowly nodded her head. Bucky smiled and his eyes darted to her lips as he spoke, “Good girl.” Then, his mouth molded with hers and the game began.

   Their kiss was passionate, though their passion rooted from different seeds. Y/N’s was purely animal, raw need surging through her as she bit Bucky’s lip and grinded against his crotch. Bucky’s passion came from the desire to be in control. His was controlled and relaxed, his kisses calculated and thought through, just like everything else in his life. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was playing off of Y/N’s lust and need. He was playing her like a fiddle, and they both knew it. Eventually, the kiss broke off and Bucky began to trail his lips down, planting kisses on her face and peppering her jaw, his teeth nipping at the taut skin of her neck and collarbone. His mouth didn’t go any farther than that, though, and this frustrated the everloving fuck out of our dear Y/N. So, she voiced her complaint: “Get a move on, you prick. What the hell are doing, huh?”

   Bucky stopped his actions and tsked, his eyes adopting a playful glint as he grinned. “I’m playing with my food, baby. Get used to it, games are my specialty.”

   She gasped, in an almost accusatory way, a fire lighting in her eyes. Y/N struggled momentarily against Bucky’s grasp on her hands, but gave up when she realized he truly was in control of her, and he wasn’t going to give up on his power as easily as she had hoped. Bucky got back to work, sucking marks on her skin and soothing them with his tongue, drawing hisses and gasps and moans from the helpless girl underneath him. He reveled in the power he had, how his mouth alone could create such angelic sounds and make a woman as strong-willed as Y/N squirm and whimper. He was in absolute heaven.

   Not soon after Y/N began to grind her crotch against his, Bucky’s metal arm released it’s grasp on her right hand and began to trail down her front, goose bumps being left in it’s trail. Y/N gasped at the contrast in temperatures, her hot skin mixing deliciously with the coldness of the metal, the prosthetic limb biting her skin playfully. Bucky smirked at the reaction and continued his hands decent until he had reached her pelvic bone. There, he let his pointer finger trace a continuous circle on the spot where her hip bone jutted out, slowly testing the stormy waters that were Y/N’s patience and tolerance. She moaned though, to Bucky’s pleasant surprise, and almost whined out when she pleaded, “Bucky, please…”

   The assassin couldn’t say no to that face. So, his metal limb snuck it’s way underneath the material of Y/N panties and quickly got to work on her pussy. First, he ran his pointer finger up her slit in a smooth path, collecting her wetness along the way. When his trail ended, he used the collected juice to lubricate her throbbing clit, and slowly began to trace circles on the sensitive nub with toe curling pressure. Y/N let out a low moan at the sensation, her now free hand grasping Bucky’s prosthetic arm like if she let go it would disappear. Bucky groaned at the sight, and decided he wanted to add a new factor to the game they were playing. He was going to make her melt with his words.

   “Doll,” he started, his voice gravelly, “do you know what I was thinking about this morning when you caught me touching myself?”

   Y/N’s breath caught in her throat and her voice came out as a whisper, “Y-you heard me?”

   Bucky sunk his middle finger into her core and she gasped, her eyes rolling back in their sockets. He chuckled dryly, “Super soldier, babe. Now, tell me dollface, do you know what I was thinking about?”

   Y/N bit her lip and shook her head. Bucky smirked, this was going to be fun. “I was thinking about how good it would feel to have your mouth wrapped around my cock, your eyes staring up at me innocently, your pretty pink lips going up and down, up and down. God, baby… you have no idea how pretty your moans would sound, muffled around my dick. I would grab your hair in my hands and fuck your mouth so good, darling” -Y/N moaned at that- “going in and out, deeper and deeper and deeper until I cum inside your throat. You would like that, wouldn’t you, baby? I bet you would, you naughty girl.” Bucky’s fingers pumped continuously faster as his words became lower, his mouth inching closer to her ear. The deep gravel of Bucky’s voice raised shivers on Y/N’s skin, and she was in absolute heaven.

   A familiar burning sensation began to spread from Y/N’s lower back to her thighs and stomach, reaching as far as her toes. She began to subconsciously grind on Bucky’s fingers, desperate for her release, and Bucky was almost convinced to give it to her. But he needed her to wait just a little while longer…

   “You know, love, I would adore the sensation of you cumming all over my fingers, but I think I need you to simmer just a little while longer…” and with those devastation words, Bucky slipped his fingers out of Y/N’s pulsating core, and was out of the room before Y/N could even sit up. With a devious smirk, Bucky sauntered down the hallway, sucking on his fingers and laughing silently. His shit-eating grin just grew as he heard an explicit line of swears leave Y/N’s mouth. This was too easy…

new star wars: *casts a bunch of gorgeous talented men of color in complex, heroic, charismatic roles*

new star wars: *casts a couple of weedy white dudes as smug genocidal bastards in the enthusiastic service of a galactic dictator*

fandom: …….. anyway I think the most fascinating and deeply sympathetic, perhaps the ONLY sympathetic character in this opus is the weasel-faced space nazi with affluenza

“I tell you, we will have the finest furniture in all of Ferelden.”

He had to admit he had zoned out of much of the chatter as they drank. Pointless small talk about drapery, and carpets and-

“Particularly the desks.”

“Oh, the desks are good, so I hear.”



“Sturdy is what I have heard.”



“Mh. Well, Cullen has the largest out of us all…desk that is. Perhaps we should ask for his consideration?”

He glanced up, suddenly aware of a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. “It’s, er…a desk? A fine desk? No complaints.”

“But Commander, do tell.” Dorian’s smirk grew to a positively mammoth grin, curling at the edges as he leant forward. “Tell us your thoughts on just how sturdy a desk should be.”



And he froze. 

Maker, how could they possibly know…

He couldn’t help the colour that had started to rush to his cheeks, deliberately refusing to meet the eyes he knew were locked on him, awaiting his response. A quick, sideways glance to Dorian once more confirmed his worst fears - the smug bastard knew.

Andraste, preserve me.

“You’ve gone a very adorable shade of magenta, Commander. Something you’d like to impart upon us?”

“N-No!” He managed to splutter, forcing himself to look at the assembled parties around him. “I have n-no idea what you are…to suggest…nonsense!”



“Really?” Bull’s deep voice cut in. “I heard some most interesting news floating around camp this week.”

“Did you really? Why, I wonder if it was the same news that managed to reach my ears too?”

There was a chorus of sniggering, and Cullen began to twitch, starting to rise to his feet.

“I should really get back to-“



Bull’s hand on his back caught his armour, pushing him back down in his seat. “No, no, Commander. Five more minutes. Indulge us.”

“Would someone like to tell me what I am missing here?” Cassandra was staring over her flagon, an eyebrow raised, and Dorian’s shit-eating grin grew wider.

“Yeah, Curly. It’s rude to leave the lady out of our discussion.” Of course Varric would be supporting this.

“I do not think it is gossip that the Lady Seeker would be even remotely interested in!”

Gossip? Are you saying there is no truth to it, Commander?” Smug bastard.

“Would someone care to explain to what exactly is going on?” Cassandra’s patience was wearing thin.

“My Lady Seeker, we were simply passing through the barracks earlier this week when we happened upon some interesting information. A scout by the name of Jim-“

Jim?!”  That damned scout. He would swing him from the tower when he saw him next.

“Happened to be passing along the ramparts when he saw a most flabbergasting proposition…Imagine, the dear Commander and the Herald of Andraste…testing out the very limits of our fine desks…”

“Perhaps that is why…“ Holy preserve him, not Josephine too. “There was a most interesting comment from our dear Inquisitor, enquiring as to why Commander Rutherford had a very large hole in the roof of his personal quarters that had not been repaired.”

There was silence, and Cullen wholeheartedly agreed that if a rift were to open above him, and a demon to seize him, he would have gone willingly into the Void.

“Curly? Anything to add to that, or have we got the story covered? I do like to be thorough. Remember, the Maker is watching and knows your heart, and all that jazz, so no lying.”

He saw the dawn in Cassandra’s eyes as they shifted to him, and he felt the sweat on his palms under her scrutiny. Maker, he hadn’t been this embarrassed since he was a mere boy, and damned Mia had told his parents about…

You and the Inquisitor?”

It was a fruitless endeavour to continue to pretend now, and he gave in with a heaving sigh, mumbling into his flagon as he drained it.

Sweet Maker, I need more wine.”

The table erupted into a roar of laughter and shouts, and he laid his head against the table, burying it beneath an armoured arm, Dorian’s slap to the back stinging even through the armour.

It was going to be a long, long night.

SEXUAL FRUSTRATION pt. 1 - JBB

{synopsis} platonic relationship between reader and bucky until bucky helps reader relieve some stress.

{warnings} lowkey dom!bucky, name calling (positive only), dirty talk, bucky being a really aggravating tease, no actual sex but the visuals will be on point if ya’ catch my drift

{pairing} bucky x fem!reader

{word count} 896

   Even if you were blind, you would be able to see that Y/N had been acting weird lately. Random mood swings, uncharacteristic brooding around, sulking away in her room, and snapping at anyone or anything that came within 10 feet of her. All of the Avengers (except maybe Nat) were in the dark about why she suddenly changed. And it’s not like they could go up to her and talk about it, in fear of their own lives. Everyone was confused, except Bucky. James Buchanan Barnes. He knew exactly what was going on with her; he was trained to comprehend body language and human emotions like no one else on the team (again, except maybe Nat), and if he was adding everything up correctly, Y/N was in dire need of a proper fucking. 

   So, being the good friend he is, Bucky wanted to help ol’ Y/N out. He just needed to test the waters first, get her riled up. See if what he was perceiving as sexual frustration was really sexual frustration, before diving head first into a very awkward disaster. 


   It was a very bright Saturday morning, the birds were chirping, Steve and Tony had gotten back from a mutually successful training session, and Wanda had helped Vision make pancakes for everyone. So, when Y/N stepped out of her room and into the kitchen, loaded her plate up with fluffy pancakey goodness, and sat down quietly (without biting anyone’s head off), the Avengers were quiet surprised. Wanda was the first to speak: “Y-Y/N, you’re up early…”

 “Is it so wrong to eat food, Wanda?” she snapped back.

   Ah, there was the Y/N they had grown to love. After that, everyone went back to their eating and small talk. About 10 minutes later, everyone slowly started to file out of the kitchen, onto getting through another day. Sam was the last to leave, and when he did, Y/N breathed a silent breathe of relief. She felt bad for acting like such a bitch, but she couldn’t help it. Ever since she broke up with her last partner, she just couldn’t find any sexual relief. She had tried masturbating, but that’s kinda hard when you live where she does, and it’s not like she could just go out to a bar and pick up a one night stand. She’s a respected public figure, and her reputation is literally everything. So, poor Y/N had been without some type of sexual relief for 3 months. And for Y/N, that was a long ass time. She was out of options, and her patience was running low.

   Being caught up in her own thoughts, Y/N didn’t even notice Bucky enter the kitchen. Bucky smiled deviously, happy that he had caught her alone, and off guard. He sauntered up behind the unsuspecting Y/N, and with one swift motion, had her pinned against the nearest wall with his hand over her mouth. She gave him a ludicrous look, and when Bucky was sure she wouldn’t scream, he took his hand off of her mouth. “Bucky!” she whispered harshly at him, her eyes blazing with anger, “What the fuck was that?”

   He only chuckled at her, “The rest of the team is oblivious as to why you’ve been so moody lately, Y/N. I’m not so stupid…”

   “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” she spat at him.

   His face became grave suddenly, and he leaned in so that his lips were touching her ear, “When was the last time you came, Y/N? Since you have been absolutely ruined?” his voice was low and gravelly as he spoke, and he internally reveled at the way she shivered underneath him. “Answer, the question, love.”

   She shook her head defiantly, “I don’t have to answer anything, you prick. And since when is my sex life any concern of - OH!”

   Bucky had interrupted lifting her up by her thighs, and, with her legs spread wide, grinding slowly against her clothed core. Y/N gasped as sparks of pleasure ignited her nerves, a irresistible fire building up in her core. It had been so long since she had felt anything remotely close to that… 

   Bucky smirked and began to grind a bit faster, “I’m gonna take care of you, Y/N. Gonna fucking wreck you, make you come on my fingers, my mouth, and my cock. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk straight. You understand, Y/N? Don’t need you pouting around anymore, do we?”

   Y/N shook her head vigorously, “No, no more pouting Bucky…” the electric pleasure spreading throughout her body was building, and Y/N couldn’t get enough. The way Bucky was panting in her ear, how dominate he had been, I mean, for fuck’s sake, he had her pinned against a wall. She threw her head back and moaned, maybe she was actually going to come… it had been so long…

   Then, everything stopped. Bucky dropped her to the ground, stepped back and grinned from ear to ear at her shocked expression. “I’ll fuck you, Y/N. But I wanna see how riled up I can get you, princess, before I have any real fun.” The smug bastard ran his hands through his hair, then sauntered out of the room, leaving poor little Y/N a panting, even more sexually frustrated mess.

lol this is short asf but i’m really excited for this mini series thingy. totally inspired by @lenavonschweetz , who is honestly my favorite writer ever

You’re Okay, I Guess

Pairing: (platonic) Jughead Jones x Reader

Summary: Jughead helps the Reader out in a run-in with her ex by the most unexpected methods

Warnings: nah, not much to say

Originally posted by loislanes94

You swirled the thick straw in between your thumb and index finger, staring gloomily at your half-drunken cookies and cream milkshake, not really having the appetite to down the milkshake, despite it being one of Pop’s more popular specialties. Honestly, it would be a miracle if you ended up feeling better by the end of the day, seeing as today was as shitty as days get.

First off, your mother had, earlier today, told you that if you wanted to continue living under her roof, you were to find a part-time job and try to ‘support the family’; and by 'family’, she meant her debilitating alcoholism. What with you being in the editorial board, plus running for track and being in a band, there was absolutely no way you could even indulge in the idea of working part-time seeing as your social life was non-existent and your actual life was hanging on by a fraying thread. Then of course, today marks a week since the Break Up with your ex Reggie, whom you recently found out through Kevin Keller that he had been sleeping around with other girls even when you were still together, which added more salt to the wound, as if more salt could ever be rubbed in that particular, still-healing injury.

So there you were, taking up an entire booth at Pop’s, wallowing in self-pity as you picked aimlessly at the crumpled tissue where you had wiped your mouth earlier, thinking of the tissue as a metaphor for your life, when the door to the burger-and-milkshake-serving diner opened, and in came a rowdy groups of guys you knew went to Riverdale High with you. How could you tell? It was probably because Reggie was smack-dab in the middle of the group, laughing and fooling around with his equally nauseating friends, shoving at each other as they made their (unwanted) presence in the otherwise peaceful shop known.

Of course, you had immediately ducked your head and pretended to fiddle with your phone to try to hide from Reggie and his puke-inducing gang of friends, in case they decided to make your day a living hell more than ever, practically having bile rising up your throat, trying to calm yourself down by sipping lightly at your milkshake. Through your eyelashes, you saw that some of the guys had crammed inside a booth, but to your horror, Reggie and one of his cronies had sidled up to the counter less than 7 feet away from you to pick up their order like they usually did after school when you tagged along, talking rather loudly about something you didn’t care to listen in on. Thankfully, they didn’t seem to have noticed you, and you were intent on things staying that way for as long as they were here, but of course, luck seemed to have abandoned your side completely as Reggie’s friend had scanned the diner and his gaze landed on you, where you tried to pretend you were typing away into your phone. Out the corner of your eye, you saw the friend nudge your ex with his elbow and not-so-discreetly whispered, “Well, look who it is, Reggie.” to him, making your ex turn and glance at you.

Of course, he didn’t say anything, just gave you that judgemental, 'you-are-all-beneath-me’ look and rolled his eyes at you. “I can’t believe you tapped that, I mean what was she like? Isn’t she like, a neurotic loner or something?” His friend pressed on.

“Trust me, biggest mistake of my life.” Reggie played along, knowing full well that you heard every word, trying not to break down and yell at that smug bastard for being a petty dipshit. “I mean, look at her, she’s hoarding an entire booth for her fat self and she’s so pathetic, she doesn’t even have friends to share-”

“Hey, sorry I’m late.” A vaguely familiar voice cut through the dissing Reggie and his friend were doing at your expense, and to your surprise, a raven-haired guy in a grey beanie sat down next to you in the booth, forcing you to scoot over reluctantly, despite not being aware you had agreed to meet anyone up at Pop’s today. Not that you had that many friends to hang out with in the first place…

Before you could ask the guy on why he was sitting there with you, he said, “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long.”, glancing pointedly at you with his back towards Reggie and his friend, dark eyes instructing you to play along when you realized who he was; Riverdale High’s resident Emo McEmo, Jughead Jones.

You recalled seeing him a few times at school, him mostly keeping to himself with headphones practically surgically attached to his head, the quiet, mysterious type of guy that probably knew everyone’s deepest, darkest secrets just by silently observing his surroundings and gathering information unnoticed. He was an intriguing guy who seemed to have way more going on in his mind than most kids in Riverdale High combined, a person who has a deeper understanding on the human emotion and yet rarely shows any emotion other than boredom most times. But still, it didn’t answer your earlier inquiries on why the hell did he think you both were friendly enough that he could just barge into your booth and make himself at home when your bully of an ex and his similarly brute douchey friend were less than 7 feet away from you both.

“The freak and the slut, a perfect pair, yes?” Reggie’s friend nudged at the former, him looking a little put off by Jughead’s arrival. Everyone with a brain knew of the beef Reggie had with Jughead, so it was understandable why Reggie tensed up a little when Jughead appeared, under the pretence that you and him were somewhat friendly with each other. Whatever, it’s not like he has a hold over me, you thought, sending a steely glare at the two.

“Leave her alone.” Jughead spoke, a low but dangerous tone, one that surprised you. Surely he wasn’t actually…sticking up for you, was he? Jughead Jones, Defender of the Bullied? As far as you knew about him (and it wasn’t much), he was more of a sidelines guy, keeping out of trouble by staying under the radar. This, however, was totally out of character. “Don’t you asshats have something better to do than pick on people who did nothing wrong against you?”

“Oh-ho, look, the freak speaks! Defending his lady now, is he?” Reggie’s friend sneered.

“I did (Y/N) a favour by hooking up with her sorry ass.” Reggie spat spitefully, upturning his nose at you as if you were dirt under his shoes. “But in the end, she wasn’t even worth it.” He smirked when he saw both you and Jughead shift in your seats at an almost identical position, clearly ruffled by his words.

Before you could tell him to go shove a cactus up his ass, Jughead once again stepped in and told him, “No, it was (Y/N) who did you a favour by going out with you; I mean, who would even want to hook up with a guy like you?” This comment caused Reggie’s friend to turn pale, a bad sign, seeing as not many dared to talk shit about Reggie…to his face.

“You’re one to talk, Hannibal Lecter, when you’ve never even gotten past first base with a girl!” Reggie said angrily, just as their order arrived, his friend momentarily diverting his attention to the food.

“At least I’m getting laid.” Jughead replied calmly, and then, as if it was no big deal, turned towards you and pulled you into a kiss, one hand cupping your cheek as his mouth moved slowly against yours, a clear sign that he wasn’t used to kissing. Too surprised to even function, you noticed the disgruntled sounds of disgust coming from the two, and when you finally let Jughead take control, you heard them moving away from near your booth, defeated.

“Um…” You pulled away from the dark-haired boy once they were out of earshot, eyes wide at the realization that a guy, whom you barely spoke to in the past years you’ve been in the same school as him, had just defended you and kissed you despite not even owing you anything. “Wha…What was that for?” You asked him nervously, eyes darting to where the group of guys were, all of them already halfway out the door, not noticing the two of you.

“You wanted them to stop bugging you, right?” He asked you, following your gaze to the door that shut behind the group, you nodding slowly. “That should do the trick.” He added, referring to the kiss.

“But…why would you…why would you kiss me?” You asked him, confused.

“I, uh…” For once, Jughead didn’t seem to have a proper answer.

“Are you…are you gay or something?” You squinted at him, trying to squeeze out the truth from him. “I won’t judge you or anything-”

“No, no, it’s quite complicated, really…” He readjusted his grey beanie before continuing to speak. “I’m not attracted to girls. And guys. I’m not attracted to anyone, really.” Oh.

“And they’ve been harassing you about that?” You caught on quickly enough, recalling how hurt Reggie looked when Jughead told him he was getting laid. I will never understand boys and their over-inflated egos, you sighed inwardly.

He nodded, looking, for a split second, as if he was going to say something, but he didn’t. “Well hey, at least your plan worked!” You nudged him optimistically, coaxing a small smile from him, just the faintest twitch of the corner of his lips you were kissing a few minutes ago. “I’m cool with platonic kissing.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “This doesn’t mean I’m attracted to you or anything, I just…” You gave up trying to justify your words. “You’re not…you’re okay, I guess.” You mumbled feebly.

“Well, the feeling is mutual, (Y/N).” Jughead smiled, a proper smile, one you’ve never ever seen before. “If I had to choose a girl to willingly kiss for the rest of my school year, it would be you.”

“That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” You grinned, before both of you burst into laughter.


@bananakid42 @multifandomlove2002 @negansgrimes 

Yeah, I know I’m a Supernatural fanfiction account but like a lot of people on Tumblr, we were thrust into the world of Riverdale when we watched it, so it’s understandable. 

Anyway. 

If you like Supernatural (especially Rob Benedict/Chuck Shurley/Gabriel/Richard Speight Jr) then you can go check out my masterlist. If you want more of Jughead one-shots like this, feel free to request me anything that isn’t smut because I respect ace (aroace?) Jughead (c’mon guys, it’s canon). All you gotta do is send me an ask! 

Imagine having to sit on Deadpool’s lap

“You gotta be kidding me!” You threw your hands up in the air in disbelief. The car that pulled up was an old blue Honda Civic and it was packed with your friends.

“She’s mad,” Matt stated nonchalantly from the passenger seat. He smiled in your direction, you could see your reflection in his red lensed sunglasses.

“Matt, you’re blind but you even know I can’t fit in the car!”

He grinned and shrugged, “You can sit on someone’s lap or meet us at the party.”

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Imagine Steve convincing the other Avengers to go to a regular gym to work out as an appeal to the public for health awareness (or some such reason, you can pick). Natasha, knowing this will be hilarious, encourages everyone to as well.
Imagine your first day at a gym, trying to finally muster up the courage to get in better shape and all the effort with it and watching two Norse gods, two super soldiers, master assassins and Tony along to watch arriving in all their glory and exercising.
Imagine Loki spotting for Thor but keeps getting distracted because he sees you trying to maintain your composure but failing miserably as you ogle him in his tight fitting gym clothes.