I was blessed to meet this lil cutie the other day. wanted to get a nice picture of those beautiful green eyes but she refused to sit still and look at me properly, too busy rubbing her face on the furniture. super friendly though! really wish I could take her home with me :’-(
Request// I’d like to request a Klaus x reader where he turns the reader because they’re in love and they sleep together and it’s her first time and fluff please
*I’ve separated the smut from everything else with an ‘x’ so you can still read it even if you don’t wanna go through the naught parts! So sorry to the anon who sent this to me. I started it but then got distracted by the Derek week that just ended. Just know that I really really love getting requests from you guys! Please keep asking for stories and I’ll keep trying to write them to the best of my capabilities*
To most, Klaus had been the monster that scared small children and the myth that lurked in the shadows. The only that wrong with their assumptions was that he wasn’t a myth at all. He had been alive and well for centuries and how somehow ended up with you. You had met a year earlier at a ball in New Orleans and ever since, you had been captivated by one another. Klaus once thought of it as a hex by a vengeful witch but you had thought of it as fate.
You and Klaus were polar opposites. Where he craved vengeance, you pushed for peace and when he demanded blood to rain through the streets, you were the only light that could bring him back from his darkest hours. You were his Persephone and he was your Hades.
“Tell me another story, Klaus,” you whispered into his ear as your laid against him.
“What do you want to hear about this time?” His body moved closer towards you as your fingers wandered through his hair.
“I want to hear about life in the 1920s.”
“The Roaring 20s, eh?” You could feel a low chuckle run through his stomach.
“That’s what they call it, nowadays.”
“I was a different back then, love,” he said quietly. “If you think that I’m dangerous now,you couldn’t bare to see me decades ago.”
“Well, then,” You turned his face to look towards you and gave him a friendly smile. “How about just the good parts?”
He swallowed and took a moment to think before answering. “There was no other decade like the 20s. The first World War had just ended and the cities were exhilarating, always stirring with life. Alcohol had been abolished in 1920, but if you knew the right people, you could still get your hands on it.
“What really made the decade so exciting was the clubbing. That’s when people really came to life. Big bands played for hours on end and flappers danced the night away. Somedays, I wish I could go back to those moments.”
“I wish I had the chance to experience the 20s.”
“You still have decades upon decades to experience, Y/N. Don’t get caught up in the past, especially if it’s not your own.” He smiled down at you as he teased you.
You try to smile back, but the enthusiasm wouldn’t stick. “That’s the thing Klaus..”
“What is it, love?”
“I… I want to spend years with you.”
He looked worried, knowing your words ran deeper than he could see. “And it would be my honor to spend the years with you.”
“In fact,” you pulled him closer, bringing his forehead to yours. “I would love to spend eternity to you.”
In which Jughead is an asshole because he doesn’t know how to deal with feelings.
For as long as Jughead and I have known each other, he has disliked me. When we first met, I had nothing against him. In fact, I tried to be friendly, but was brushed off with his cold expression and rolling eyes.
“And, this is Jughead!” Betty declared, finishing the introduction of her friends to me, as she showed me around the school. At this point my nerves had been settled by how friendly everyone else had been, and so I smiled widely as I surveyed the boy in front of me. He was sitting back on one of the sofas in the student common room. He looked up and it seemed for a moment as though he was going to return my smile and greet me, but I watched an inner turmoil in his eyes before his small smile dropped and his face became an impassive mask.
“Hey! I’m Y/N.” I said, standing in front of him excitedly. He simply looked me up and down critically and raised his eyebrows.
“Okay.” And with that he went back to his sandwich. I was a little taken aback, but shook it off and sat next to him.
“So, any advice for my first day?” I asked him, crossing my legs. He had taken a laptop out of his bag, and was typing quickly.
“No.” He muttered, not looking at me. I frowned.
“Well, there’s no need to be rude.”
“There’s also no need to be so irritating, but you’re doing that anyway.” He said, and my mouth fell open.
“Jughead!” Betty exclaimed. What the hell was his problem?
“I’m sorry, have I done something to offend you?” I asked, turning to him. He rolled his eyes.
“Well first of all, you have just strolled in here like we invited you, which we didn’t, and you’re already infuriating me, so I don’t suggest you stick around.”
“Dude!” Archie shouted, frowning incredulously at Jughead. “What the hell?” Betty too, was looking at him as if she didn’t recognise him. Jughead just shrugged nonchalantly, looking down. I was outraged. I barely know this guy, and already he’s making judgements about me?
“What is wrong with you?” I asked him, fuming. He sighed exasperatedly, shutting his laptop and standing up.
“I’m out.” He muttered, picking up his bag and walking out of the room. I was left staring in shock at the place he had just been. Betty hurriedly came and sat next to me, looking concerned.
“Y/N I am so sorry about him, he’s never normally like that, I don’t…” She looked at Archie for an explanation of their friend’s behaviour, but he looked just as clueless.
“Well, whatever the reason, what he said wasn’t true.” Betty told me kindly. Archie shook his head quickly.
“Not at all. You should keep hanging out with us.” He said seriously. I hesitated.
“But, what about…” I gestured to the door Jughead had left through.
“Don’t worry about him. He can’t choose who we are friends with, and anyway, he’ll probably come around.”
We spent the next year taking part in dialogical fights and comeback battles. He’d make a snide remark at me, and I’d snap back in agitation. We’d both roll our eyes, he would insult me outright, and I’d pretend it didn’t affect me as I threw a sarcastic remark in his direction.
There were times when, in the heat of the moment, he seemed to forget his hatred of me and we would laugh together. And other times I’d catch him looking at me, his face open and friendly: the Jughead I wish I knew. But then our eyes would meet and as quickly as he had opened he would close up and his face would become deadpan again. Our friends had long given up trying to make peace between us: neither of us were going to back down.
Nothing in our relationship changed for a long time. And when it did, it wasn’t in the way either of us expected.
“Morning Betty, Ronnie, Archie, Kevin.” I said, setting my things down at the table and enjoying the roll of Jughead’s eyes as I purposefully ignored him.
“Hey.” Said Ronnie. “I like your outfit.” My smile of thanks dropped when I heard a scoff from the other end of the table.
“Have something to say, Jones?” I asked him icily. The rest of the table groaned as they knew we would once again begin fighting.
“Oh, nothing, just that it’s funny watching people compliment you out of pity.” “Sorry, Jughead, are you in my head?” Veronica sassed. “Because last time I checked you weren’t.” He shrugged casually.
“Sorry Ronnie, I just can’t take anyone seriously when they say nice things Y/N.” I rose from my seat, infuriated and ready to fight him. Kevin quickly stood up with his food.
“I’m leaving. This is about to get nasty.”
“Me too.” Said Betty, joining him.
“Yeah, sorry guys.” Archie and Veronica agreed, standing up and leaving the table. We were left alone.
“Would you look at that.” Jughead observed with faux amazement. “You drove away all our friends. What a surprise!”
“Actually, I think that was you.” I muttered angrily, looking down at him. He smirked up at me.
“Now, why would it be me, when you’re the one who forced them to be your friends in the first place.” He asked, and I narrowed my eyes at him.
“What did you just say?” He stood up, his sarcastic façade dropping as he glared at me.
“I can’t believe you still don’t get this. When you came to this school, Betty showed you around, and you wormed your way into our friendship group, and now I can’t get rid of you. You aren’t wanted here! The rest of them only hang out with you because they’re too nice to tell you they don’t want to be friends with you. But I’m not, so on behalf of them Y/N, you should just stay away from us.”
There was a long silence as I took in his words. I had always been insecure about whether I was wanted in this friendship group, and Jughead had just voiced my silent fears. We normally threw petty insults at each other and left it at that, but this was different. His words were ringing in my head as we stood across from each other and held eye contact. If I didn’t know better, I would say he looked guilty for what he had just said. His mouth was open in a way that looked like he wanted to say something, but didn’t know what. I shook myself out of my thoughts, looking down. He waited for me to make a snappy, witty comeback, but I didn’t have one. Not this time.
“Bye, Jughead.” I said quietly, picking up my bag and watching his face drop as I walked away.
I spent the next week alone. I knew I couldn’t really trust what Jughead said; he made stuff up all the time just to mess with me, but there was a lingering doubt in my mind that what he said was true, and I couldn’t get rid of it. So, I stayed away from Betty and Veronica and Archie and anyone I had previously called my friends. I knew they were confused. I didn’t miss Betty’s hurt face when I would deliberately turn away from her in the corridor, and I couldn’t ignore Veronica when she slammed my locker shut and asked me fiercely what was wrong. I remember mumbling some excuse about having too much work and hurrying away.
They don’t want you around, I had to keep reminding myself when I turned away from Archie’s smile in my direction, or brushed off Betty’s desperate hand on my arm. She caught up with me after class and blocked the doorway.
“Y/N, what is going on? Is it something to do with Jughead?” She asked me anxiously.
“I’m sorry Bets, I can’t.” I told her quietly, and walked past her, pushing down tears. It had been a week since I had had a proper conversation with any of them, and it was starting to get to me. I pushed my way into an empty classroom to eat my lunch. I was halfway through my food when the door was pushed open and I almost choked to death as Jughead barged his way in and strode towards me. I coughed, putting down my food and standing up.
“What are you doing in here?” I asked aggressively.
“Looking for you.” He said out of breath, looking quite flustered. “Look, will you just come and eat with us? Everyone’s miserable without you.” I scoffed.
“Well, whose fault is that?” I glared at him. He sighed, frowning. There was a silence as I waited for him to say something.
“Look, this is hard for me, but…” He struggled, looking anywhere but me. “I’m sorry, okay?” He looked up at me nervously. What kind of half-assed apology was that? I laughed dryly, and his frown returned.
“What? I just apologised to you, and you’re laughing?” He asked angrily, and I raised my eyebrows at him.
“Oh, that was an apology? Yeah, good one Jughead, why don’t you try again and I’ll see if I can hear it over your ego this time.” He threw his hands in the air.
“You are unbelievable.”
“I’m unbelievable?” I asked incredulously.
“I don’t even know what you’re upset about.”
“You don’t know?”
“Stop being so dramatic!”
“Stop being such an ass!”
“What is wrong with you?”
“You’re what’s wrong with me!” He screamed. We both stopped. We were standing about an inch away from each other, both breathing heavily. His eyes were wild and angry as they stared down at me. The silence and the tension were unbearable, and just as I was about to say something else I was cut off because suddenly his lips were on mine. His hands were on my cheeks and mine were in his hair and we were desperate and angry as he pushed me back against the desk and I pushed the beanie from his head. The kiss was fierce and eager and when we separated I was breathless. He leaned his head forward so his forehead was touching mine and I closed my eyes as his hands moved to my waist. We rested for a moment, and my head was reeling as I caught my breath.
“It’s not true.” He started quietly, and I opened my eyes to see his staring into mine. “None of what I said is true.” I nodded, believing him.
“We want you with us. I want you with me.” I pulled my head away from him to better see his face.
“Then why…” I trailed off but he knew what I meant. He shook his head quickly, his eyes clenched shut in self-disgust.
“I don’t know… I don’t know, Y/N. There was something about you. I guess… I knew I liked you from the beginning, but I didn’t know how to… God, I’m such an idiot.” He looked down, removing his hands from me and drawing them away, but I caught them in my own and pulled his lips back onto mine. This time the kiss was sweet, gentle and unsure. His lips were soft and tentative, as if he was afraid he would hurt me. It was a massive contrast from the passionate, angry Jughead who had kissed like he needed me to live.
“I don’t care. It’s okay.” I told him as I pulled away and he put his hands on my cheeks again. He spoke in a whisper,
“I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”
“You’re going to make up an entire year of insults? Yeah, good luck.” I taunted, and he grinned.
“Well to be fair, you insulted me back pretty harshly. In fact, some of what you said really hurt my feelings.” I laughed.
“Did it? Well then I guess we both have some making up to do.”
As I pulled him in again, I didn’t know what would happen in the future. I knew we couldn’t just suddenly go from hating each other to whatever this was; I couldn’t ignore what had happened. I didn’t even know what I felt for Jughead. All I knew was how good his lips felt against mine, and that I felt something, and that I wasn’t going to let it go.
(Y/N) (L/N) didn’t have many friends. At least, she didnt until the mysterious disappearance of Jason Blossom.
Jason Blossom’s disappearance-turned-murder had turned (Y/N)’s life completely upside down. She had been down by Sweetwater River the night of the school dance, the night when Jason’s body was discovered.
She had gone to the dance with Reggie Mantle, her best friend. They had been friends since kindergarten, and he protected her fiercely, never letting Chuck or any of the other guys put her in the playbook. When Reggie had noticed Chuck looking (Y/N) up and down as they were dancing, he decided it was time to leave. Instead of dropping her off at home, he had dropped her off at Sweetwater River, knowing that the girl had a tendency to wander around.
She had been relaxing on a rock, knees hugged to her chest, when she heard two voices coming towards her. She had gotten up and turned on her phone’s flashlight, pointing it at the new arrivals.
The young girl chuckled before noticing Moose behind him. She gave Kevin a knowing look as she talked, “So, what brings you guys here?”
“We were just gonna go for a swim,” Moose replied hesitantly. “Aren’t you supposed to be with Mantle?” He asked, walking past her.
She shook her head. Kevin grabbed her by the wrist as he dragged her along with him. “Oh god (Y/N). Don’t leave me,” he said, rolling his eyes at Moose.
They walked down the river bank until (Y/N) tripped on something. It was a shoe.
A shoe that belonged to the once living Jason Blossom.
Getting interrogated by Sheriff Keller after finding Jason Blossom’s dead body tends to draw a lot of attention to an individual, and lucky for (Y/N), she had managed to draw the attention of Riverdale’s very own super sleuth. A boy by the name of Jughead Jones.
She had also gained the attention of Betty Cooper, who had taken it upon herself to befriend the (H/C) girl. Luckily for both of them, they clicked and soon, B & V became B & V & (Y/I). (Y/N) began spending a lot of time at the Cooper’s residence, often staying there for long periods of time. She still hung out with Reggie, but he understood that she needed a female friend to talk to.
By being associated with Betty, (Y/N) quickly became integrated with the rest of her friends. Her and Archie got along marvelously, and she had a good friendship with both Veronica and Kevin. Jughead, on the other hand, was more curious about the mystery of Jason, although he couldn’t quite figure out why this girl intrigued him so much.
Pretty soon, Betty garnered both (Y/N) and Jughead’s help in restarting the Blue & Gold and they all began chasing after the truth, (Y/N) especially due to the fact that she had discovered the body. Her and Jughead often worked together and Jughead found that this worked out perfectly for him, as he could now get any information about Jason’s discovery from her.
He quickly realized she didn’t have much to say on the topic, but a beautiful friendship had formed.
It was only when they went to visit Polly, Betty’s sister, that (Y/N) realized that her feelings for Jughead had grown from friendship to something more.
“What if I really am crazy?” Betty asked. She was lying down on her bed as (Y/N) paced across her room. Betty’s parents had put them both on house arrest, seeing as they had gone to see Polly.
“Bets, you’re not crazy,” (Y/N) sighed.
“Fine, fine,” Betty said. She quickly sat up as a thought came to her mind. “What’s going on with you and Jughead?”
“What?” (Y/N) questioned as she turned to the blonde haired girl. “Nothing’s going on there. We’re friends.”
Betty smirked. “Those looks you two give each other are anything but friendly.”
(Y/N) looked down as she felt her face grow hot. “So maybe I have a teensy crush on Jughead,” she admitted.
“I knew it!” The blonde haired girl exclaimed, jumping up. “I knew you liked each other.”
“Betty, chill,” (Y/N) said. “He probably doesn’t like me back.”
“He does. I’m sure of it. You should tell him!”
(Y/N) looked out the window before looking back at Betty, “I’ll think about it. Hey, you’re parents are gone.”
Betty brightened up even more, “Great. I’ll go grab some food while they’re gone.”
Betty had been gone for about 20 minutes when (Y/N) heard knocking on the window. She had been lying on Betty’s bed and quickly sat up, only to see Jughead at the window.
(Y/N) quickly rushed over and opened the window, laughing slightly at Jughead.
“Hey there, Juliet,” Jughead said, red spreading across his face as he saw (Y/N). “Nurse off duty?”
“Jug, what are you doing here?” (Y/N) asked as she helped him climb in.
“I came to check up on you guys.”
Betty walked in at the wrong moment. (Y/N) was helping Jug get his balance and he was leaning heavily on her.
“So…what are you two doing?” Betty asked.
“Jughead here,” said (Y/N), motioning to Jug, “Came to check up on us.”
She made sure to emphasize the word ‘us’, not noticing Jughead frown as she did.
‘Maybe she doesn’t like me the way I thought she did’ he thought to himself.
Betty faltered at both her words and his expression as she brought up the pizza she was holding.
“Who’s hungry?” She asked.
(Y/N) and Jughead exchanged smiles. “I’ll go get plates and napkins,” the (H/C) girl said.
It had taken her less than five minutes. Less than five minutes to get plates and napkins and head back upstairs.
She was happy, they had managed to talk to Polly and now she was going to spend the afternoon with two of her favorite people.
She stopped abruptly as she got to Betty’s room. There, in the middle of the room, stood Jughead and Betty, kissing. Jughead held her face so gently, as though she’d break if he held on any tighter.
They hadn’t noticed (Y/N)’s presence until she dropped the plates she was holding and they shattered. The two teens sprung apart as they heard the noise, turning around to see (Y/N) bend down and picking up the shards whilst muttering apologies.
“I’m sorry guys, I didn’t know,” she said. Jughead bent to help her and as he they reached for the same piece, she flinched, cutting herself with the porcelain and leaving a long, deep cut on her hand.
“Oh shit,” she cursed. She quickly got up and turned to Betty. “Uh Betty, I have to go. Reggie just texted me, he needs my help with something. I’ll see you guys later.”
“Wait, (Y/N), your hand,” Jughead began. He flinched as the (H/C) girl looked at him with tears in her eyes. He had fucked up. Badly.
“I’ll be fine,” she muttered, looking down. “I’ll get Reggie to help me.”
All she could hear was Betty and Jughead calling after her as she ran down the stairs and left the house. She couldnt believe she had been so stupid as to waste time and feelings on someone like Jughead Jones. Of course he would choose Betty over her. As she reached the door, she felt someone pull her back. Jughead.
“Listen Jug, I gotta go,” she wouldn’t look at him. “Go back to Betty,” she said sofly. “I’ll see you at school.”
As she left, Jughead groaned and kicked the wall before heading back upstairs. Betty was in tears as she turned around and showed him (Y/N)’s phone. She had no texts from Reggie whatsoever.
Wow guys. Two posts in one day. Heck yeaaaaa. Anyways, I got this idea after watching episode 6. Hope y'all like it.
Summary: You’ve no idea how to look after fish, and after coming under the unexpected ownership of some, you need some help - and the help is cute as hell. Scenario: fluff, petstore!AU Word Count: 5,168
NOTE: Okay, first of all I apologize it took forever to write this. Second of all I apologize for this being hot mess. I changed the sex part like six times and it’s still not how I wanted it to be. I read it like four times to make sure there aren’t any misspellings but I probably missed some.
“Your place or mine?”, I heard whisper in my ear as I was packing my stuff after the game.
“So you did not forget?”, I asked.
“Hey, Y/N, we made a bet, remem…”, he stopped cause few people wanted to high five him.
He was indeed the star of today’s game. For the first time I saw him not with his typical cocky grin, but with sincere smile, full of joy, and because it wasn’t everyday view I stared at him for a little bit.
“So, how about…”, he started but again someone interrupted.
“Good game, Monty”, some girl stood next to us and literally done hair flip. I rolled my eyes and went back to packing, when she put her hand on Montgomery’s arm. “See you at Bryce’s party tonight?”
“Sure”, he said and eyed her up and down as she walked away.
“I think you don’t have to worry about getting laid for another month”, I said standing next to him.
“I knooow”, he bit his lower lip. “Don’t think it’ll make me forget about our bet. See you at Bryce’s?”
“Umm, no actually. It would be party third week in the row, my mum wouldn’t be too happy about that”
“What about…”, he started protesting.
“I said you gonna get third base”, I said moving closer to him, so no one could hear us, “I didn’t say it’s gonna be tonight.”
“Bye, Monty”, I waved at him as I was walking away.
20 minutes later I was in home. My parents went to the restaurant with Jeff’s parents, as our mums are best friends, but mum still made me pancakes. I took plate and fork, pour some milk to the glass and went to the living room to eat dinner in front of tv. I finished eating, was watching tv, still in my cheerleader suit, when my parent came back.
“Oh, honey, you’re here”, my mum said, she was in very giggly mood.
“I’m your only child, what did you expect?”.
“You’re not going to the party?”, she asked. “Jeff called, he said the game was amazing, they won and that there is party at Bryce’s house”
“Yes, game was great, they won and yes, there is a party, but I’m not coming. Is she drunk?”, I asked my dad.
“What do you mean you’re not coming?”, mum didn’t give him a chance to response.
“Cause, it would be third week in a row? Wouldn’t you be mad at me partying every week?”, I looked at her suspiciously.
“Whaaat? No, go to the party, have fun, show some team spirit”, dad said and punched my arm.
I stared at them for few seconds.
“Oh my God, you’re both drunk!”, I stood up from the couch.
Instead of answering they started getting very touchy.
“Sweetie, you’re going to the party or not? Me and dad can spend one evening alone, don’t you think?”.
“Are you going to… bang?”
They started giggling again.
“Okay, you know what, I’ll go to the party, cause I’m afraid otherwise you’ll have to send me for psychotherapy, just please give me 30 minutes before you start doing another baby”, I said as I went upstairs.
I took a quick shower, made my make up again, did my hair in half bun using hella a lot of dry shampoo and put on some dress and white low converse. I was about to leave, but came back to my wardrobe, and changed my underwear for matching black lacy one.
I came down stairs and went to the door, covering side of my face so I wouldn’t accidentally see what is happening in living room.
“I’m leaving, please don’t do this in my bedroom! Bye”, I said as I grabbed my car keys.
“Someone has to!”, my dad shouted after me when I was closing the door.
“I think I’m gonna throw up”, I mumbled and went to the car.
20 minutes later I parked at Bryce’s driveway, or more on the lawn, cause there were a lot of cars.
One deep breath and I got inside, looking around for any friendly faces.
“Y/N! You came!”, Jessica, already drunk - shocking, threw her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek.
“Yeah, my mum kinda kicked me out of the house for the night”, I chuckled.
“Well, hello, jelly shot?”, Justin came up to us.
“No, thanks, I’m driving”, I shrugged my arms.
“Whaaaat? Girl, you’re killing the party!”, Foley moaned.
“I think I’m gonna live with that”, I patted his arm.
“Y/N, you’re here?”, Jeff gave me bear hug from behind.
“Your parents”, I turned around to face him and pointed at him, “are never going out with my parents again”.
“Why? What happened?”, he asked amused.
“My parents came home wasted and right now they’re probably making another baby.”
“Booo, you’re jealous because your parents have sex life and you don’t”, Justin put his arm around me. “Don’t worry, babe, we’re gonna find you someone to bang”, he started looking around.
“Jess, aren’t you gonna react at your boyfriend’s arm around me?”, I asked.
“No”, she snorted. “You know each other since kindergarten and you’re my friend”.
“Right, but still, this goes here”, I took Justin’s hand and put it on Jessica’s ass. “And I go for something to drink”, I pointed at the kitchen.
“Pour some alcohol in there, you can leave your car here!”, Justin shouted to me.
I went to the kitchen and surprise, surprise, Montgomery was there pouring himself some drink.
“Hey”, I stood next to him.
“Well, looks who’s here”, he smiled. “I knew you would come, you thirsty babygirl”
“Are you drunk? Cause I’m too sober for your weird, specific pick up lines”, I looked at him disgusted.
“Not that much drunk, just in the good mood. You want something?”
“Just coke, I’m driving.”
“Boooooring”, he said while pouring coke to the red cup. “By the way, I’m gonna keep my third base with you for another day, because I made new female friend today“.
I looked around and saw girl across the room, smiling at Monty even though he wasn’t looking at her.
“It’s ok”, I said taking my drink from him. “Me and my matching underwar will find another company”.
He freezed for a moment.
“What did you say?”, he asked.
“What?”, I looked at him innocently.
“The.. The thing about underwear”, he started stuttering.
“Matching. Underwear”, I said clearly. “Yeah, it’s all black and lacy, all because of that dress, you could see every line through it if I wear something different”, I was obviously lying, no lines were visible through that dress.
Didn’t really matter cause he already wasn’t listening to me, just looking at like he wanted to undress me with his vision.
“Have fun with your new friend, bye”, I waved in front of his face and walked away.
I spent next hour walking around, talking to people, glancing at Monty from across the room and walking away as soon as he started going towards me. But I couldn’t hide when he came up to me with Bryce, Zach and Justin.
“We need to ask you for a favour”, they said.
“I’m listening”, I crossed my arms at my chest.
“We need Monty’s shisha”.
“What it has to do with me, I don’t have it”, I looked at them confused.
“We know, silly”, Justin ruffled my hair. “It’s at Monty’s house.Will you please drive him, so he can take it?”
“Please”, they said at the same time.
“Whatever, I can go”, I rolled my eyes. “Come on, Monty”.
We went to the car, he didn’t say anything until we got inside.
“You know where to drive?”, he asked.
“I was at your birthday last year, I know were you live”, I said withdrowing from the driveway.
“Right, you were”, he nodded his head.
“So how’s your new friends?”, I asked.
“She’s okay”, he slowly nodded his head again. “Nothing to brag about, but nothing to be too embarrassed either.”
“Wow, you’re nice”.
I pulled up my dress a little higher when I was scratching my thigh and, on purpose or not, didn’t pull it down after I was down.
“Something itches?”, Monty glanced at my leg. “You know, I’m a great scratcher”.
“Oh I bet you are, but I’m good, thanks”, I patted his leg.
“You enjoy it, don’t you?”, he asked. “Teasing, innuendos…”
“I do innuendos with everyone since I was like fourteen”, I interrupted him.
“Understatements, smirking, glances”, he continued. “You like it”
“I already told you. There might be some tension between us, but you know, it’s that age, hormones and everything, doesn’t mean anything", I said avoiding looking in his direction.
“No, no, no. I want you to admit that you like it”.
“Fine, I like it!”, I admitted not only to him, but also to myself. There was no point in lying. “It’s just… It’s about you”.
“Keep going”, he encouraged me to talking.
“You’re a bully. And an asshole. And a dick sometimes. And I just… I don’t see myself with someone like you. No offence”.
“Jesus, woman”, he rolled his eyes. “I’m not a relationship type. I’m not asking you to marry me, I’m just offering you some fun from time to time.”
“And how exactly would this work?”, I asked. “If I said ‘yes’, I’m not saying, but if I would”.
“Then we’d meet and have sex once in a while. That’s what friends with benefit do”.
I nodded my head without saying anything.
“We’re not really friends, Monty”, I rippled my nose after like a minute. “I mean we sure know each other for I don’t know how many years, but we just hang out with the same people”.
“Does ‘fuck buddies’ describe it better for you?”, he sighed.
“I’m not really hook up type of girl”, I could see he was fed up with all my questions but it definitely didn’t make me wanna stop.
He closed his eyes and grabbed bridge of his nose. “You’re killing me”, he mumbled.
“Thank you! You’re the second person today, who told me that!”, I said with a smile as I stopped car on his driveway. “Okay, go and take what you need”.
“Come on, you’re not gonna sit alone in a car”, he said and got out of the vehicle.
“It’s okay, I’ll wait”, I said bit louder, so he could hear me while he was walking around the car. “It’s very dark inside”, I noticed no lights inside were on.
“My parents are out of town, there’s nobody inside”, he said and opened my door.
I sighed as I gave up and left the car. I followed him, Monty took the keys out of his pocket and opened the door.
“I’ll be right back”, he said as he turned on the light and went upstairs.
I looked around and saw plenty of photos of Monty all over the place - on the walls, on cabinet, on shelves, above the fireplace. The place was very pretty, it was visible that Monty’s parents have a lot of money, but it still looked cosy.
I realised I felt weird feeling of anticipation in my stomach, probably caused by the fact that lately Montgomery tried to put his hands all over me everytime we were alone and I was actually curious if he’s gonna try this time too.
“Got it!”, he said running down the stairs.
“I was wondering…”, I started and tilted my head to one side. “About this whole fuck buddies thing…”
“Yeah?”, typical smirk showed up on Monty’s face.
“If we both said ‘yes’ to this, you should know a few things”, I walked by him and went to the kitchen.
“Such as?”, he asked as he leaned on the wall.
“Well, first of all, it must, stay a secret, we both have reputation, right?”
“Right”, he nodded in agreement not taking his eyes off of me.
“Second”, I said as I sat on the kitchen counter, “I’m not into any weird kinks”.
“Yet to be discovered”, he was slowly taking step after step towards me.
“No hickeys. At least in visible places”.
“I will try my best”, at this point he was standing in front of me, with his hand on my sides.
“I usually don’t wear matching lacy underwear”, he was so close, that I could only look at his lips.
“We don’t even know yet if I like you in lacy underwear”, his hands started rubbing my thighs up and down.
“Are you gonna check if you like it?”, I wrapped my hands around his neck.
“I think I’m again gonna have to make you shut up”, he spreaded my legs and got between them.
“Yes, please”, I said as I pulled his lips to mine.
kisses always were raw, rough, deep with lots of tongue action. There
were no place for sweet, innocent kisses because that’s how affection is
made and we do not want this. His hand on the back of my neck, his lips
were moving sloppily down my jaw.
“One more thing”, I whispered.
“What?”, he said still kissing my neck.
“I’m a sucker for those neck kisses”.
“Yeah, I figured last time”, I could feel smile on his lips against my skin.
I tangled my fingers into his hair while his hands were going all over my back. I
wrapped my legs around him and pull myself closer. He grabbed me by the
back of my thighs, pulled up a little bit and started walking to the
“We’re moving this party upstairs”, his hands went higher to my ass.
He was slowly carrying me upstairs, kissing for the whole time, while I
was pushing my upperbody to him just in case I could get even closer.
Finally we got into his room, he closed the door with a kick, turned and
pinched me against them.
“Now I’m gonna examine your underwear”, he started pulling up my dress.
“Zipper”, I mumbled under my breath.
Monty took two steps back, put me on the floor, his hands were all over my
“Where the fuck is this shit?”, he turned me to see my back.
“On the left”, I giggled slightly.
He unzipped me while kissing my neck.
“It’s very pretty dress, but we don’t need”, he threw it somewhere.
He sat on the bed and I sat on his lap. Monty gently took my hair away
from my face and and looked at me up and down.
“It’s really, really nice underwear, but you won’t need in a moment
either”, he said kissing my neck.
“It’s really nice shirt”, my hands went down his abs, “ but you
definitely don’t need it. Take it off”, I said as a leaned back a little
bit, placing my hands on his knees for a support.
He took his shirt off and threw it somewhere near bed, for the whole
time he was looking at me with hungry eyes.
He grabbed my ass, laid me on my back on his bed. He was hovering over me.
“You want this?”, he asked and sounded tiny bit concerned.
“Monty”, I snorted. “I’m lying under you wearing nothing but my lacy underwear, I think it’s pretty clear”, I said as I was touching his arm.
“I mean… You don’t do this because you feel pushed with all my talk and everything?”
As much as I liked new, caring side of Monty, I didn’t wanna see it that time.
“Can you just shut the fuck up?”, I asked and pulled him closer by his neck.
“Actually… I can’t”, he mumbled between kisses. “Cause this time, we’re doing this shit loud”.
“Fuck”, I mouthed as his kisses were going down my neck, between my breasts and down my stomach.
“Monty?”, I asked to make him a little disctracted.
“Yeah?”, he looked up.
“It’s your third base, why don’t you just enjoy the time?”
I used all my strength, and let’s say I didn’t need much, cause he
didn’t really resist, and turned as around so now I was on top.
I kissed his lips, his jaw, neck and went down and down whole his hands
were all over my body. When my kisses reached his pants I looked up to
see his face, eyes closed and biting bottom lip. I pulled up making sure
my ass rubbed his thighs very precisesly. I sat on his bulge and make a
few circles with my hips, his fingers clenched on me. I pulled myself
up a little bit and started unbelting and unzipping his pants painfully
slow. As soon as I started bringing them down, Monty quickly kicked them
off. I started rubbing inside of his thighs, gently kissed his length
through the boxers, I could feel shiver that went down his body.
“Fuck”, he mumbled.
I started kissing his abs, sucked on his collarbone. Suddenly he sat up,
put his hand at the back of my neck and left sloppy kiss on my lips.
“I like your pregame, but we don’t really have time for this”, he turned us around and again I was laying on my back and Monty was above me.
He kisses me down my neck, started massaging my breasts.
“They are beautiful”, he said while leaving kisses on each of them.
His kisses went down, he started kissing me through my panties.
“Oh my God”, I moaned.
“I know you like it, I can feel it”, he said while leaving kisses on the
inside of my thighs.
“Come here”, I grabbed his neck and pulled him up so he could kiss my
lips while I could reach his boxers and slide them down.
I put my hand on him and pumped it up and down.
“Fuck, Y/N”, he moaned with his lips at my neck.
His hand reached the nightstand next to bed and took condom.
He ripped the wrapping with his teeth and put it on.
“Now I’m going to fuck you”, he said while slowly sliding into me. “And I
want to hear you moan.”
I wrapped my legs around his hips, Monty started thrusting into me, first slowly, getting faster and faster.
“God, you feel so good”, he groaned.
I was a groaning mess under him, my hands were scratching all over his back. One of Monty’s hands was squizzing my breast for the whole time, his lips were kissing my neck. Everything felt so good, I bit and sucked his shoulder.
“Monty”, I put my lips to his ear. “Go deeper”.
He quickly grabbed one of my legs and put it over his shoulder.
“Fuck, babe”, he moaned under his heavy breath and started pounding faster.
One of my hands squizzed the sheets, while the second one was tangled in his hair.
“Mont, I’m… fuck…”, I couldn’t even finish a sentence, instead I digged my nails in his back.
Monty put my second leg on his shoulder and that’s when I lost it.
“Babe…”, he moaned.
Unlike Jessica’s bathroom last time, room was full of our heavy breaths and loud moans. I was on the edge, threw my head back with Monty’s name on my lips, my whole body started shaking. I clenched my Kegel muscles, the same moment Monty grabbed bedhead and came undone. Heavy breathing gently took my legs and placed them down, then collapsed next to me.
“You’re amazing”, Monty said trying to calm down his breath.
“You are too”, I whispered. “What time is it?”, I asked as I looked at my watch. “We probably should go”.
We got up, got dressed again, I went to the bathroom to check myself in the mirror, fixed my hair and went downstairs where Monty was already waiting for me.
“Okay, I agree”, I said as I grabbed my car keys and walked by him.
“Do you agree for what I think you agree?”, he asked excited while locking door. “You’ll finally have some fun.”
“Just try to not fall in love with me”, I laughed as I was getting in the car.
“Hey, do you um…need a ride?” Connor looked up at the nervous, messy haired boy with a cast on his arm. He took a long sip of his cherry slushee and realized he’d reached the bottom of the cup. He slurped up the last of the artificial syrup and sighed.
“You’re Evan Hansen aren’t you?” He said, evading the question. He’d seen him gawking at his sister during jazz band concerts.
“And you’re Connor Murphy,” he replied. “It’s late.”
Connor was sitting on the curb, shivering in his thin hoodie. In hindsight he probably should have gotten a hot chocolate but he liked the way the cherry stained his mouth.
“Thanks Captain Obvious,” he sneered.
Evan seemed to shrink from him. “So you don’t need a ride or…?”
“Can we just go for a drive Hansen? I’m still kinda high and my parents are pissed off enough as it is.”
She loved the feel of air whipping through her hair, of the strain on her back muscles as she rose herself high enough to find a current she could rest on, the crisp scent of pure oxygen that swirled above the clouds.
He favourite part of flying, however, had less to do with the act itself and more with the company.
“Bet I could reach that cloud that looks like an upside down cat first!” Natsu called, wings beating steady and strong as he held his position beside her. His wings were coloured like flames, yellows and oranges shimmering in the down of his feathers and close to the arch of bone that structured them, reds a rich jewel tone at the tips of his feathers with blacks and greys scattered along the outer layers like hidden shadows in the forest they played in.
“And what do I get if I win?” Lucy asked, grinning at her best friend’s challenge. While Natsu may be fast, Lucy was faster, not weighed down by a seven-foot wingspan and coiled muscles. Lucy’s wings were much more modest in length, only six feet across, but she knew they were beautiful in a way that was unmatched in her hometown. They were pure white with a soft golden undertone from the down feathers, silver tips of her outer feathers reflecting light and creating a glow that surrounded her like a halo in the moonlight.
Or at least that’s what Natsu had told her that one night they had stolen a bottle of strawberry mead from the guild kitchen and had picnicked along the edge of the lake under the light of the stars.
“I’ll fix all damaged boards and doors in your roost, but when I win you hafta cook for me for a week!” Natsu crowed, circling Lucy in an effort to expel his growing restless energy.
“My roost is damaged because you keep crash landing in it,” Lucy pointed out sourly, following Natsu’s movements as she kept her face towards him as she talked. “I mean I leave the window open every night, how you keep overestimating your landing is beyond me.”
“So you do leave it open for me,” Natsu leered, rising slightly so he could look down at Lucy. She felt heat crawl along her neck and she pouted at being caught. Stupid boy.
“Go!” Lucy shouted instead, allowing herself to drop slightly into the current below them and get a quick boost as she shot towards the cloud Natsu had pointed at.
“Cheater!” Natsu howled, following quickly on her heels. Lucy kept her arms close to her sides, laughing as Natsu cursed her loudly, voice barely carrying through the air rushing past them, words lost to the wind. Time blurred as they raced, Lucy’s heart pounding and sweat starting to bead on her temples and hairline, whipped away before she could fully register their creation. Lucy saw Natsu start to crawl into her peripheral, his eyes glinting with competitive joy and challenge. She swore under her breath, pushing herself to beat harder and cut through the air before her, weaving through different air currents and timing her beats of her wings for the most energy gained, every decision made in a millisecond through reflex alone.
Summary: Negan is a university professor, he assigns you an unlikely partner. When things aren’t working out between the two of you. Negan proposes an unusual method for conflict resolution.
Warnings: Sexual encounter between professor and student, girl on girl action, ffm threesome, daddy kink, unprotected sex. He swears a lot because he’s Negan.
Author’s Notes: Based on this dream I confessed to @grungedaddykinks . Also, the Sam in this story is her. Check out her selfies because she is too gorgeous for my words to do her justice. If you’re interested in reading a little something-something we collaborated on, check out the finished RP thread we did. Feel free to message me if you have any writing ideas for me.
Professor Negan was fine as fuck you couldn’t take your eyes off of him as he paced the front of the room explaining the difference between a representative democracy and a direct democracy. It almost made you regret waiting until your last year to start taking electives. Who would have known such a fine male specimen worked at the Political Science Department at the university?
Request: (by anon) Hello! I love your writing, you’re one of my favorite writers on Tumblr. :) I was wondering if you could do a Winn Schott imagine, where after the crossover or whatever you go back to Earth 38 with Kara and you end up falling in love with Winn? Like a lot of flirting and cute moments where Winn gets all flustered? Thanks! :D <3
Pairing: Winn Schott x Reader feat. Kara, Alex, J’onn, Oliver, and Barry
A/N: So, I loved this prompt so much that I decided to make it a series. And if you’re wondering what her costume looks like, I made that too. Sorry this isn’t as flirty/flustery as I meant it to be. Maybe I’ll do better in part 2. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
The Dominators were defeated, the presidential honors were given, the
celebratory party was winding down, and Earth-1 was saved. The only
thing left to do was to say your goodbyes and go your separate ways.
the last few days, you had become good friends with Supergirl, or Kara
Danvers as it was. At the party, she had mentioned how on her Earth it
was just her and her cousin defending the planet and how nice it was to
have a team. You couldn’t have agreed more. It would be nice to fight
crime with others like Team Arrow or the Legends. It would even be nice
to have a support group like Team Flash, even if you were the only one
in the field. But you had no one. No friends, no family, no one to rely
on other than yourself.
Knowing this, Kara invited you to come
back to her world to fight alongside her. Earth-1 had plenty of
protectors and you had no reason to stay, so you quickly jumped at the
Summary: You were the typical girl with big dreams who moved to the city as soon as she had the chance, and somehow ended up in the wrong part of town - but you manage to get swept up in an entirely different situation than you’d planned. (1 / 2/ 3/ 4 /5) Scenario: mafia!AU/hacker!AU Word Count: 5,165