Can you do a Jeff x Reader smut maybe where he like fingers or teases the reader in public or something? ( your blog is amazing btw)
ooooh frisky Jeff 😏 btw this can either be set before Hannah kills herself, or you can be like me and pretend she never did such a thing and CLANNAH is real and everything is fine and dandy ~
598 words, Jeff Atkins/fem!reader
Jeff and you sat in a booth at Rosie’s diner, right across from Clay and Hannah. As cringey as you and Clay thought it was, Jeff had talked Hannah into getting Clay to agree to a double date. Jeff had to do a lot of convincing with you, though, as someone who preferred to be private with their relationship. The fact that it was Clay and Hannah was bearable, knowing that they were decent and good people.
It all seemed innocent to start with, joking around with each other, teasing the other couple about how embarrassing their partner is, ordering milkshakes and fries. It was innocent, until you felt a strong, cold hand creeping along your upper thigh, eventually diving under the fabric of your skirt. The coolness of the hand made you squirm and twitch, hopefully not noticeably. Even after you got used to it being there, it still felt weird. Sideways glancing Jeff, who was talking to Clay about whatever he was being tutored in, he pretended like he was doing nothing. Out of the blue, or at least seeming so to everyone else, you laughed and blushed when you picked up on where the hand was getting at. The digits picked at the elastic of your underwear that rested between your thighs, eventually getting underneath that, too. Jeff was touching incredibly sensitive areas now, making you dive for your napkin and bring it to your face, pretending to have to wipe your mouth of food.
“You okay, doll?” you nearly hit him with your napkin, he was so calm while saying that, though he was stroking around the edges of your vag, making you let out small hums and moans into your napkin. Why did he have to do this here? On a fucking double date too.
God dammit, Jeff Atkins.
“Mmm-hmm, just got some stuff on my face, that’s all.” the three of them bought it, at least Clay and Hannah did. Daring to put the napkin down next to your plastic basket of fries, you started eating them and sipping your drink, as to not moan into the way he was nearly inside of you with his fingers. First one, now trying two. Hiding pleasureful noises as appreciation for good diner food, everyone let your weird behaviour slide.
Jeff stopped after a good time messing around underneath your skirt, teasing around the insides of your thighs before he pulled out completely, excusing himself to go to the bathroom. You took the opportunity of Clay and Hannah being preoccupied with each other to fix your underwear and skirt positioning, and to try and unflustered your appearance as best you could. By the time Jeff got back, Clay said that he had some work to catch up on, and Hannah was exhausted. After hugging Jeff - and you - goodbye, they left the diner, turning back only to wink at you, giving you a thumbs up each before running happily to the car.
You. Were. Mortified.
“Jeff fucking Atkins, you obvious asshole!” you smacked him lightly on the shoulder, not actually that mad. All he did was laugh and tell you that your face was the dead give away. He and you argued playfully until you shut him up mid sentence with a heated kiss, right on the lips, which he returned in surrender. You held him by the wrists and brought them cheekily to where they’d started their escapade of teasing earlier on, your eyes being your words as they begged him to do it again, giving up on wanting privacy in the relationship,
A/N: I really hope this lives up to expectations guys! Apologies if it doesn’t quite and i’ll see how it goes concerning a part three.
Weak When Ur Around - Blackbear
Bloodfeather - Highly Suspect
“I should’ve listened to Jeff!” Monty spat at Y/N. Quite the crowd was beginning to form around the two of them at the lockers.
“Jeff, huh? And what did he say about me?” She smirked.
“You’d break my heart. Or, in so many words.” He looked at her despairingly. His jaw clenched.
“Jeff’s a smart guy.”
A few nights ago; Rosie’s Diner
The atmosphere was cheery and bright, almost as though she really had been transported back to the superficiality of a commercialized 50′s diner. Except the place had been refurbished a little. Dim lights, oversized clocks with touchy hands and artificial grins. She knew the place well, but something of it haunted her tonight. Maybe it was the way the Jukebox laughed at her for the memories she’d had here. The memories shared with one Zachary Dempsey, who she’d begged to put coins in the Jukebox, and who’d picked the ever appropriate ‘A Teenager In Love - Dion & The Belmonts’.
A loud cough from Montgomery de la Cruz, who was now sat across from her, broke her from those thoughts.
“Cruz. I was beginning to think you were a no-show.” She looked up through her painted lashes at the freckled boy before her. He looked good. Really good. Possibly even better than he had the day she had approached him. It reminded her why he was even here.
“You think I’d stand you up?” He scoffed, eyeing her up.
“I wasn’t sure…” Y/N stirred her milkshake absentmindedly.
“Guess you don’t know what kinda guy I am.” He smirked. He’d regret saying that, she thought. Because she did know, and knowing how he was, and what she was doing, would almost make her a little guilty, if she tapped into her emotions.
Although she didn’t want to admit it to herself, she’d had a good night. Monty was funny, and surprisingly sweet, not to mention those devilish good-looks. So she’d decided to take the plunge and take a little Montgomery. His lips were unexpectedly smooth, moving against hers with obvious hunger. Her arms fell loosely around his neck and his gripped her ass tightly. When they broke apart, both were breathing heavily and smiling to themselves.
“Wow.” Monty panted.
“Wow.” She repeated.
“When I asked you out, I wasn’t really expecting a yes.” He revealed. She chuckled.
“Honestly, I’m not sure I was, either.” She revealed, tracing his jawline with her index finger.
Monty didn’t always quite understand the way she spoke to him, but he made the mistake of liking that about her. And he made the mistake of starting to like her. Monty wasn’t big on mistakes, but this was a BIG mistake. The baseball player liked to think he was a player player- he was wrong about that too. He ended up getting too involved and getting burned. Jeff always helped him, but he knew that Monty wished he was more like Jeff.
Monday’s number one priority was avoiding Montgomery until she had decided where she wanted this to go. She still wondered what flavour girl baseball players were into, but would be lying if she said Monty wasn’t a bit of a liability.
If she was being completely honest with herself, Monty’s friendship with Zach was a driving factor in this escapade. She wanted to hurt him the way that he had hurt her, not really caring who else got hurt on the way.
She saw Jeff Atkins on the way to her first period, wondering what it would be like to tutor him. He was with a group of guys, messing around and laughing, and she thought he was probably just as she imagined.
“How’d it go man?” Jeff brought his bat down to his side to meet Monty.
“Yeah, really good I think.” Grinned Monty.
“Really?” Jeff attempted to hide his surprise, but to no avail.
“Yeah, she was really into me.” Monty was determined.
“Have you spoken since?” Jeff brought the bat back up, wanting to avoid his friend’s eye contact. His eyes always told the truth.
“She said she’d call me.” He shrugged, leaning against Jeff’s batting cage.
“And has she?” Jeff cleared his throat.
“Well…it’s only been a few days.” He shuffled his feet a little.
“She does like me, I’ll prove it to you.” Monty’s anger came through in his voice.
“Go ahead.” Jeff hit the incoming ball with force.
Something she kept to herself, was the amount she visited the school’s library, so she knew the inside out of it. She was a little early for her lunch revision session with Jeff. The table in the very corner called to her, and she set up her psychology things, ready to tutor. She still wasn’t entirely sure how this boy could really need a tutor in psychology, but the extra credit wouldn’t go unappreciated. Just as she was putting her glasses on, Jeff slid into the seat opposite her.
“Hey, Y/N, I’m Jeff.” He reached out his hand for her to shake, which she did, but laughed at his introduction.
“I know who you are, Jeff, your reputation precedes you. I couldn’t count the number of home runs you’d had, literally and metaphorically.” She casually noted as she passed him a red pen.
“Well you’re not shy, are you.” He raised his eyebrows at her forwardness.
“Or maybe I am, It’s all to do with psychology.” She tapped her brain demonstratively.
“That was a clever change of subject.” He chuckled.
“So, exactly how bad are you at psychology?”
Y/N and Jeff spent the next 30 minutes in complete concentration on what she was teaching him, he listened with intent and asked questions when he needed to. This was a surprise to her, because she had assumed Jeff was failing because he didn’t care enough to try, and that he was too busy with his other ventures. She started to think that maybe she had been wrong about him.
It was common knowledge that Jeff Atkins was a bit of a womanizer, and she had noted to stay away from that trouble, she much preferred to create her own.
Out of the corner of her glasses, she noticed a familiar figure coming her way.
“Hey…you never called me back…” Monty played with his bag strap nervously, coming up to the head of the table she and Jeff were sat at. Monty was shocked by Jeff’s presence, but it was too late to turn back now.
“I know.” Her voice was cool and detached. It shot Montgomery right in the chest.
“But I thought-” He faltered.
“What? That I owed you something?” She scoffed.
“Well I mean-” Monty continued to stutter, clearly feeling uncomfortable discussing this here.
“I think it might be best if you leave, dude, we’re studying right now.” Jeff piped up, calm and collected. He gave him a pressed smile, something in his eyes saying; we’ll talk later, which struck with Monty, and he left.
“Thanks. Let’s carry on.” She motioned to the textbook and smiled sweetly, hoping Jeff would ignore what had transpired. But, of course he didn’t.
“So you didn’t call him?” He smirked knowingly. “Could’ve picked someone easier, L/N.”
She remained stoic for a few moments, before looking up at him; “Where’s the fun in that?”
“Touche.” He flashed his bright teeth, before seeming to remember something. “But Monty, he’s-”
“So was little Lacie King. She was distraught when she realized she wasn’t so special anymore.” She pouted, mocking sad.
“So that’s how you wanna play, L/N?” He crossed his arms over his broad chest.
Anonymous said: Hey I was wondering if you can write a Hannah Baker x fem!reader imagine? I haven’t seen many Hannah imagines and I think she deserves more. Maybe you can place it around the time of the dollar valentine thing (or whenever you decide really) and the reader shyly asks out hannah to Rosie’s diner? Maybe you can even add a sprinkle of angst if Monty or someone tries to annoy the two girls when they’re on their date, leading to the reader to cuss him out? You can play it out however you want really!
Author’s Note: Dear requester, I tried so hard to input a little angst there at the end with the Jocks, but everything I came up with just didn’t seem right. I’m sorry. I hope you still enjoyed bi!Hannah fluff.
HANNAH X READER
Rip! Rip! Rip!
A girl sobs outside the bathroom stall and you cringe. All you had wanted to do was do your business in peace, but apparently someone had decided to have a full on break down in the girl’s bathroom. Joy.
As more ripping can be heard, you peek out through the crack in the door and see none other than Hannah Baker- Hannah Baker who’s angrily ripping off the numerous pictures that had been plastered in all the bathrooms of two girls kissing.
You know for a fact who the two girls are in the picture, but you didn’t care to tease them for it or help spread around any gossip. What two girls did in their personal bedrooms was their own business and whoever took the picture (looking at you, Tyler!) was a total asshole.
Hey I was wondering if you can write a Hannah Baker x fem!reader imagine? I haven't seen many Hannah imagines and I think she deserves more. Maybe you can place it around the time of the dollar valentine thing (or whenever you decide really) and the reader shyly asks out hannah to Rosie's diner? Maybe you can even add a sprinkle of angst if Monty or someone tries to annoy the two girls when they're on their date, leading to the reader to cuss him out? You can play it out however you want really!
You know, I almost politely declined this prompt just because I’ve never written f/f, but I think I might have an idea for this! Come to me off anon, so we can msg privately and I’ll show you the rundown of what I’ve come up with. Let’s see if you’re still interested.