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golden1u5t · 1 month

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birthday boy | s.r x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: anonymous

ꨄ genre: smut

ꨄ summary: it’s spencer’s birthday and derek’s birthday gift to him is a trip to the strip club and private dance.

"she's pretty nice, huh?" derek put his hand on spencer's shoulder but the poor boy was too mesmerized to do anything other than nod his head. derek shook his head as chuckled, turning around to head back to the bar and leaving spencer to continue watching you dance on the stage.

spencer watched you intensely, studying how gracefully you twirled on the pole, how you arched your body to give the audience a show. he had seen strippers before, he was from vegas after all, but he had never seen one move like you, never seen one as pretty as you. when derek first pulled him into the club he was sure he was going to hate it but when derek had left his side to go mingle with whatever pretty lady he could find, spencer had no choice but to find a seat and his attention was immediately drawn to you when you walked onto the stage.

unfortunately, your dance had come to an end and you were leaving the stage. spencer frowned as he watched you leave, he was ready to leave himself as the only reason he stayed was now walking away. he let out a small huff and stood up, he scanned the area until he spotted derek leaning against the bar.

"i'm ready to leave now." spencer shouted above the loud music as he pulled his jacket back over his arms. derek turned around to face him before downing his drink and taking spencer's jacket back off, he wrapped his arm around him and started guiding him to the back of the club.

"not just yet, pretty boy. the night's not over." he flashed him a toothy smile as they approached the private rooms, he opened the door and shoved spencer in before he could let out any complaints. "enjoy your dance."

spencer looked around the dimly lit room, taking in his surroundings, as he walked over to the chair that sat in the middle of the room and sat down. he was confused but he trusted derek with his life so he stayed put. soon enough, the door opened and as you walked in spencer flushed a shade of pink, he watched you close the door behind you and walk further into the room.

you walked over to the speaker that was on the table and connected your phone, you hadn’t looked at him yet since you had been focused on fixing the strap on your outfit when you first came in.

"do you have a song request?" you asked as you scrolled through the music on your phone. when he didn't answer you, you turned around to look at him. you immediately recognized him from your dance, he’s a hard person to forget. “i noticed you out there. you were with your friend, right?

"you did?" spencer’s voice shot up an octave, he rubbed his sweaty palms on his slacks and cleared his throat. you set your phone down on the table after you turned on your go to song and walked closer to him. as soon as you stepped into his space he could smell your perfume, you smelled better than he could’ve imagined and he could feel his blood shooting south already.

"how could i not? you were the only one that sat through the whole dance without leaving and you were the only attractive one, too." you walked behind him and ran your hands over his shoulders and down his chest. spencer went rigid as you felt down his body, his breathing was irregular and you noticed that.

"you've never done this before, have you?"

"no-no, today's my birthday."

you hummed and walked around the chair, swaying your hips in tune with the music. spencer's heart nearly burst out of his chest when you sat on his lap, his hands remained firmly at his sides.

you reached back and cupped his head, starting to move your hips on his crotch.

spencer gasped at the friction, his eyes fluttering closed. He was dying to touch you, his hands twitched every so often as you moved yourself on him.

soft groans and whimpers fell from his lips even though he tried his hardest to contain them. you were used to the men, sometimes women, making sounds while you danced on them but they never got you going like how spencer was. you found yourself grinding on him longer than you usually would have, pushing him to make more of those beautiful sounds.

you turned around in his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck, all professionalism was gone and you couldn't care less. spencer eventually gave up on trying to keep his hands to himself, he grabbed at your hips as his own lifted from the seat. before he realized it, his cum had started to seep through his boxers.

you had to get off of his lap before you tried to fuck him right then and there. you smoothed down your mini skirt and cleared your throat, walking over to stop the music playing.

"i don't- i-" spencer tried to gather his jumbled thoughts and form a complete sentence but he just couldn't, not after what just happened. he opted to just stand up and head to the door, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible, but you stopped him before he could leave.

"here's my number." you pulled him by the belt loops and pushed the card into the waistband of his pants. "i'll be waiting for a call, birthday boy."

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 4 months

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[11:04 pm]

(cw: f!reader, idol!reader)

This was likely the best concert you'd ever been to. It was lively, fun, and the best time you'd had in a while. And you're an idol! You sang along to all the songs and danced with little to no worries in the world.

The next song started, a familiar beat started, your favorite song. You turned to Jaehyun excitedly squealing as the instruments started up. He smiled at you brightly, nodding his head along with the music.

“Ooh, don’t we look good together?” Bruno Mars started singing.

You raised your arms, swaying side to side, singing along without a care in the world. This night had been amazing. Ever since becoming an idol, there had been very few times where you felt free out in public. You always felt like you had to lol over your shoulder, be proper, and on your best behavior in case something got you in trouble.

There were always cameras pointed at you, but not tonight. Bruno Mars had a running habit for his shows which worked out great for you as an idol, your boyfriend who was an idol, and other celebrities who very rarely got to be out in public without the fear of a camera on them. You and Jaehyun were lucky that both your companies supported your relationship, but that didn’t mean all fans did. Even though your relationship was confirmed, you and Jaehyun very rarely went out publicly just for your own comfort. The lack of cameras and phones at this camera made it all the more exciting on top of the fact that you both loved Bruno Mars.

The cameras around the venue jumped around to different people in the audience as the song went on. “Fellas grab your ladies if your lady fine,” Bruno sang.

The band paused, “I said fellas grab your ladies if your lady fine.” The cameras jumped to a couple, as the woman was pulled in and given a kiss. You hadn't realized the cameras were going to jump around the audience and show the fellas grabbing their ladies.

“Let’s try this again, fellas grab your ladies if your lady fine,” Bruno Mars sang again. Before you could even process the image on the screen you felt Jaehyun wrapping his arms around your waist before dipping you back into a kiss. You laughed loudly, cupping his cheeks before placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

You stood upright, just catching the screen showing the two of you before switching to another couple as the line repeated once more as the song kept going.

You and Jaehyun danced the night away with each other, singing at the top of your lungs without a worry in the world. It hadn't even crossed your mind that surely people, fans of either you or Jaehyun, might break the rule of no phones and catch sight of you.

When you were both in the van ready to head home, the serotonin boost dropping to a tired calmness. Jaehyun let out a laugh, leaning over to show you his screen. Someone had captured the entire video of you and Jaehyun from one of the big screens. You could see the dazzling smile on Jaehyun's face and the look of surprise on your face as he dipped you back. You had been so in the moment that you hadn't even heard the sharp rise in cheers and volume when you and Jaehyun appeared on the screen.

It was a cute video and you were glad someone had captured it. Scrolling through the comments, it looked like people agreed. The video had been posted almost an hour ago and already had over 100 thousand reposts. You were even trending! Some people in the comments even admitted to not knowing who either of you were but wanted to become fans.

You handed the phone back with a smile, "someone said that if I ever get tired of you, they'll take care of me. They offered to take care of all my plants while I'm away and make me dinner every night."

Jaehyun playfully rolled his eyes, "most of the comments were about you. I forget how much the internet adores my girlfriend."

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vividzzxz · 2 months

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svt reaction to their gf doing the ‘smarter’ by le sserafim challenge🫶

AWW SUREEEE..... Hope you don't mind it being a little yk.. 😉😉

Sorry for the late upload btw 🤧

-S.Coups:

He would be scrolling through tiktok when he find the video of you dancing to 'smart' by Le Sserafim with your friends. The way you moved you hips made a blush fly to his cheeks. He watched the video over and over. He walked over to you and showed it to you, watching it you blushed really hard because of the outfit and the way you were dancing. He smirked at you "Why don't you do this in front of me right now? hmm?". You hit his arm playfully to which he giggled and saved the video. You snatched the mobile phone from him and tried to unsave it but he's strong..... so damn you efforts of trying to unsave it are in vain.

-Jeonghan:

He would see you dance to it with your friends and walk into the room to tease you but then he would be flabbergasted at the way your hips sway to the song. He would smirk at the sight and start teasing you. You would raise an eyebrow and ask him to move his hips like that and when he would struggle, you would start teasing him instead. "Oh how the tables have turned, hannie..." You tease him until he becomes red like a tomato. You giggle before walking up to him and pecking his cheek. Your friends would look at both of you awkwardly before leaving the room.

-Joshua:

Why do I have a feeling he would get turned on by seeing you move your hips like that?? He would sit there watching you and your friends dance to it, but he has eyes only for you. He would sit there staring at you with star-filled eyes. You would notice it and smirk at him, making him smirk back at you. You shrug it off and start giggling before teasing "You horny old gentleman. Calm down.." Both of you would giggle at the statement, and then he realizes and scoffs "Well guess what? It's coz of you that I'm horny." You would raise an eyebrow and smirk "Well looks like you're gonna have to wait." You say before sticking you tongue out at then running back to your friends.

-Jun:

No cap, he would definitely join you and your friends and start dancing to which all of you would start giggling and recording him. Once he realizes you're recording him, he starts running behind you flustered. You run to you room and lock the door before giggling and saving it. You walk out of the room, hiding your phone behind your back. And when he tries to take it, you threaten him saying you would send it to the other guys, and then he would stop, giving you a pout to which you peck on his lips and pull him back with you to the room you guys were dancing in. You ask him to join you guys again. And well the day ends with ya'll swaying your hips like there's no tomorrow.

-Hoshi:

He would also start dancing along with you guys. But he would be so damn extra. Like he would start singing along loudly while dancing excessively. You all would laugh so hard at him until your stomachs start to hurt. You would be laying on the ground looking at him dancing non-stop. You finally tell him to stop and he would come and sit down next to you before asking if you wanted to dance with him again to which you hit his arm playfully "No thanks, I feel exhausted just by laughing at you..." You giggle before he pouts at you before singing 'spider.'

-Wonwoo:

He would sit at one corner admiring you dancing with your friends. He would look at you with stars in his eyes, like you can seriously see the flying stars. He would maybe even record you. He would be shook to see you moving your hips to the song. He'd never known you could dance this well. He knew you used to dance really well but not this good. Well at least he got a chance to record smth and keep it for himself.

-Woozi:

Would definitely be the one to be shook by the fact that you lied to him saying you didn't know how to dance and here you are dancing all out. He would give u the stare until you notice him. You would later have to apologize or else you're gonna get the silent treatment for the rest of the day or maybe even rest of the week. But if he's in a good mood, he would watch you dance and even record you.

-DK:

I already know he's gonna stand in the hallway looking at his cute gf dancing to smart. He wouldn't get all needy or mad at you instead he would be admiring you with stars in his eyes. He would whip out his phone and record the whole video of you and show it to the others and flex that his girlfriend can dance as good as him.

-The8:

The only scenario I can imagine is when both of you go to your friend's birthday party, they're gonna pull you for dancing and play it. He's gonna be sitting on the couch with the others while you'll be dancing your heart out with your friend. Once you finish, he's definitely gonna stand and applaud like you won an award. He's gonna be cheering so loud that someone's gotta stop him.

-Mingyu:

When he sees you and your friend filming the dance challenge, he would run up Infront of the camera and cover you from doing the main step coz he ain't Gon want other people to see his girlfriend dance like that including the fact that you were wearing a skirt... He would definitely be made fun of by your friend for being a party pooper but you would definitely understand him and stop dancing..

-Seungkwan:

Ayo I ain't Gon deny the fact that he would dance and sing along with you and your friend. Once you're done, he's gonna become all sassy and tell you to upload it so people can see how good he is. You both would start teasing him until be becomes red but end up uploading it and when he gets praise, he would become all smug about it.

-Vernon:

I feel like he would be like mingyu, but then he would understand that you wanna have fun. He would let you do it under a condition, you would have to wear clothes that cover your body well other than a skirt. So you would definitely wear something proper and dance with your friend so she could upload it later on.

-Dino:

He would definitely ask you if he could dance along, but if your friend said that it's just the girls this time, he would sit on one corner of the room and watch you guys while have a pout on his face which would make you feel so damn guilty to which at the end you would film another one with him to make him happy. Coz who doesn't want our baby to be happy.

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harmshake · 15 days

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Jey Uso x Black Fem Reader | 18+, NSFW, fluff, smut | ~2,700 words

a/n: This is a request from my girl, @bboutabbagg. Sorry for the wait and ily!

Happy reading! Read my other Bloodline stories here. ✨

The music was loud but charming, the DJ that Jey hired playing your favorite song as it wafted through the speakers of his backyard that people grooved in as they held their red cups—or as they held their plates and sat along the picnic tables enjoying the catered bbq and seafood. It was your and his family and friends all coming together to have a good time and celebrate you for graduating from nursing school.

The tealights that twinkled all around the space competed with the stars in the sky as Jey stood behind you with his arms draped on your waist covered in a cute, form-fitting dress to sway with him to the beat as well, his husky voice all soft as he mumbled in your ear, "I'm so proud of you, baby."

You couldn't help the little smile that pulled at your lips as you knew he meant it. Taking in the extravagant party he'd put together for you—as well as the gift table that held big, elegantly wrapped boxes you knew were mostly from him—along with his little smile you felt on your cheek before you kissed there, you felt blessed to have a boyfriend that cared so much and showed it.

"Thank you. Still can't believe you did all this, good god," you said with a blush and put your hands around his that were settled on your hips. The 3D photo booth was occupied by your young cousins making duck faces. The tattoo artist sat beneath her tealight-adorned tent touching up the colors on his twin brother's older ink on his shoulder. There was even a blackjack table where your and his uncles were hollering and laughing at the hand someone dealt. You wanted to be surprised Jey went all out like this, but for the couple of years you'd been dating, he'd made it obvious his love language was acts of service.

He sucked his teeth with an affectionate squeeze around you before he agreed with your thoughts and said, "You think I'mma let my girl do her big one without a celebration? You know me betta than that."

"Yeah, I do. Love you." You craned your neck to glance at him and tug at his black dress shirt collar.

Yet he caught your lips that brushed his with a kiss that you smiled into, especially when you heard your little cousins oooooing at you both before he detached from you with a quick "I love you, too, bae," to playfully chase them away before he scooped up one of them to swing around on his shoulders.

The fun night went on until every last guest left with a big hug to you before you and Jey retired to his bedroom for a shower and, finally, bed. You didn't live together as you had your own apartment across town, but you might as well have because his closet was full of your clothes and pajamas—and yet you still opted for one of his gray t-shirts that fit you like a dress as you laid next to him beneath the comforter. Jey was on his back and scrolling through his phone as you lay your head on his bare chest and peeped up to see him browsing an article that listed "the best things to do in Cancún."

"Uhhh, you going to Mexico soon for work?" you asked with your curious eyes flickering up to him. That made him giggle before he put his phone on his nightstand.

"Look atchu bein' nosey." He slid his arm around your waist to jostle you until you giggled, too. "Naw, not for work. For you."

"Wait, you're planning a trip for me? For what?"

"C'mon now. You really thought all you was gettin' for your graduation was a party? Be for real." Jey planted a kiss on your hair and you shook your head in surprise.

"You know I appreciate you, but damn, babe! What am I supposed to get you when your birthday comes up? Or when you win King of the Ring, huh? I can't top you." You were half-joking but it was always a struggle to think of ways to treat your boyfriend who seemed to have it all.

But he only grinned at you as he leaned over to cut off the lamp at his bedside, bathing the room in black, save for the glimmer of moonlight beyond his curtains. His dark eyes still shone with that same glimmer, an almost mischievousness that flashed in them, as he held you and let his lips leave little kisses along your cheek before they found yours and murmured on them, "You ain't gotta 'top' me, bae. Just lemme spoil you. Can I do that? Is that alright witchu?"

Jey let a kiss linger on your lips between each sentence, his hand that wasn't cradling your head beneath your pillow cupping your jaw as he made you look at him. You nodded with a smile that he kissed and you kissed him back, your arms falling over his broad shoulders as you fell deeper into the softness of his full lips that you nearly whimpered to be separated from when he trailed those lips to your jaw, your neck, and then your chest.

He was shirtless, which let you run your hands along his warm, smooth, tatted skin as he rolled up his shirt on you until he lifted it over your head to throw it to the floor. He let you feel more of his warmth when he climbed on top of you, your now bare body spiking the temperature beneath his sheets as it combined with his, moreover when his warm, huge hands found your breasts to hold to his lips for more kisses.

Your boyfriend truly did love to spoil you, even with his mouth as he took his time giving each mound of flesh in his gentle grasp kisses, suckles, and licks of his tongue that hardened your nipples underneath it. You didn't hide how good it felt as you chimed with soft moans each time Jey pulled his lips around your nipples, knowing the sound of you felt good to him, too, as you could feel his length growing hard and pressing to your belly behind his black boxers briefs.

"Swear I can make you cum just like this," Jey whispered to your cleavage before he kissed it and glimpsed at you right as your face twisted with a whimper slipping from your lips from his thumbs gliding over your nipples that were slick from his mouth. "You so sexy, baby...everything about you and on you..."

You whimpered again when he dipped his head back down to curl his tongue around your left nipple as he continued to thumb your right, feeling his length twitch at the sound before his entire body did, readjusting himself so you felt his next twitch against your bare clit. And that felt dangerously good..."You got me close, baby...keep going. Just like that."

Jey's little rocks of his hips to nudge his tip to your sweet spot as he massaged and slurped sweetly on your nipples had you rocking your hips beneath him as you tried to push yourself over the edge, the tingling deliciousness on the tip of his tongue as your heart raced to meet you at your finish...but then he pulled away. Your eyes flitted open with shock but he hid his face in the crook of your neck with kisses, his hands freeing themselves from your breasts to grip your waist as he whispered in your ear, "I said I can make you cum like that...didn't say I would. Now get on them knees for me."

"Baby, really? You're going to do me like that? I thought you said you wanted to spoil me," you panted with a stubborn pout when Jey patted your thigh until you rolled over onto your knees. You heard him remove his boxers before he sat on his knees behind you and you hid your smirk as you knew your boyfriend would spoil you, even if he liked to tease and drag it, something you cherished because he would cherish you until you came undone for him.

And that's why you quietly chuckled when Jey got on his elbows with his sultry breath grazing your wet, warm essence that opened for him with his hands on your ass. You knew you would get your way...especially when he pushed his tongue into you to taste how close you still were for him. The man made it feel dangerously good all over again, his tongue just as dangerous with those long, greedy laps on each fold of you, on every spot that quivered for him, his tip tracing them and loving on them until your nails tried to claw his sheets as that delicious tingling returned with a vengeance.

"Jeyyy, baby..." was all you could whimper as you felt his tongue pushing in deeper, pushing you to the edge. He moaned into your wetness that slipped into his salt-and-pepper beard, savoring your pleasure that was about to swallow you whole—but then he withdrew from you again. "Jey, are you serious?!"

Your nostrils flared along with your entire body that radiated from the heat of being so close but being denied a second time. Now you were glaring back at him as he sat back again but kept his hands on your ass with his thumbs holding you open to lovingly stare at you.

"What, bae? You act like you don't like when I play with it..." He let his fingers dip into your soft, gushy folds until they caressed your clit to make you throb around them.

"When I make you wait for it..." He let the fingers of his other hand dip into your hair as he gently pushed your head onto his pillow until it caught your moan from him slowly dipping the head of his thick length into you.

"When I make you beg for it..." Jey then let those fingers slip around your throat to pin you down, hunching over you with his pointer and middle fingers swirling on your clit, matching the swirls of his dick as he carefully thrust deeper, his voice deeper and huskier when it touched your ear. "Mmm...I'mma make you cum, baby. But I need to hear you ask for it nicely."

"Baby, can you please...stop fucking with me and make me cum?" you managed to moan with his strong fingers softly clamped around your throat, your demanding tone making him clamp down a bit harder from you denying him. You usually liked your boyfriend's teasing but being on the edge this long was making you testy. And that made Jey test your limits more with deep strokes that winded in and out and on that spot that had you squeezing him and squeezing your eyes shut before he hit harder...

"You think you funny, huh?" Jey growled from behind you, his hand traveling from your clit to your asscheek that he gripped and smacked lightly with a warning spank that made you moan louder. You wanted to smile as you buried your face in his pillow, but you bit your lip instead as you knew being a brat would make him want to punish you. His steady strokes tunneled to the depths of you where he tapped hard and felt your body shiver on him. "But you gettin' close...so what I say? Ask me nice..."

It felt so good that your mind was trying to get fuzzy with those tingles that spread throughout you, trying to make you give in to him when it should be him giving into you and pushing you over the edge. "Stay right there, baby. Please..."

"Naw, that ain't nice enough..." Jey mumbled before he pulled out. Your body shivered for a different reason, tears of frustration and pleasure dotting your eyes as a cry sounded from your throat. The build was too delicious and the tingles had already claimed your limbs...but Jey merely reclined on his heels as he claimed your hips in his hands to add gruffly, "Thought I was playin', bae?"

His hands ran up the sides of your body before fitting between it and the bed to cup your breasts as he pulled you onto your knees and to his body, his soft lips covering your throat with kisses. When his hand covered it next, you moaned, that moan tapering off into a whine as your boyfriend pressed the tip of his length to your opening. You tried to sit on it, the tingles on your skin and the fuzziness on your mind keeping you needy even though you wanted to curse his cute ass out. But Jey held you up with one arm slung around your waist and a dark chuckle on his lips.

"Aht aht. Just ask for it, baby..." His grip on your throat and waist, along with his head just skimming your little entrance as you tried to grip around him, made a tear roll down your cheek as your body reeled from being denied yet again. You felt like you had no choice but to surrender to him and let him spoil you with what you needed...

"Please...please...can you make me cum, Daddy? Please," you heard yourself whine, the words quickly drowned out by your moans that brushed the ceiling when your head fell onto his shoulder...when he finally let you drown him in your wet that he soaked deep in, stroked deep in. Your orgasm rushed up on you before he could say another word, your body so desperate for him that the slightest contact of him wedging himself on your spot over and over made you lightheaded.

"Feels good when you listen to Daddy, don't it?" Jey said in your ear with his hands kneading for your breasts to keep you upright when you tried to fall forward. He toyed with your nipples between his thick fingers, sending those warm tingles to your core with each rush of your orgasm, softly moaning with you, "Stay right here with me, baby. Tell me how good I make you feel."

"You make me feel so good, Daddy...ohmygod," you whined to him in erratic whimpers, the raspy sound growing more erratic when Jey pushed you back down to the bed and gathered your hips in his hands. His hips then began to move with a quickness, abandoning the slow strokes for pounding strokes that took your breath away altogether. You didn't try to run but instead clutched behind you at him and his sheets again to keep you from sliding up them. He took your hand in his, his touch so delicate with his backshots so brutal, so dedicated to your spot that you felt a second, powerful orgasm crashing into you. You squeezed his hand as you fluttered around his length that throbbed in you from feeling you give in to him again, hearing you cry for him as you sobbed his name into his pillow.

"Goddamn, baby," Jey uttered before he jerkily stumbled back right as his length began to drip that he aimed at your essence still fluttering for him. Your mind was blank with pleasure yet you instinctively reached your middle fingers between your thighs to ease into yourself and ride out the delicious feeling, loving how delicious it felt to feel warm, sticky ropes of your boyfriend's pleasure drip to your knuckles as he groaned for you.

You groaned back but couldn't form words just yet when you breathed heavily as Jey took hold of your waist to kiss up your spine until his kisses met your cheek.

"Breathe for me, baby...mmm. You did so good for me," Jey breathed to you as he nuzzled his nose to your cheek with a kiss. You were trying your best but he and you both knew the best remedy was for him to put his arms around you and keep you close as you settled. You cozied up to him as he lay behind you and pulled you to him, a whispery chuckle escaping him when you trembled from his fingertips trailing up your belly. "Told you I'd spoil you and you ain't wanna listen. Now look."

"Don't talk shit when...I'm too tired to defend myself," you breathed to him and made him chuckle again as he kissed your shoulder.

"Just statin' facts. You know I'mma take care of you...even when you wanna show out..." Jey got you to smile with his fingers tickling your belly as he left another kiss on your shoulder. "...'Cause you deserve it, bae."

Spoiled

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chuulyssa · 27 days

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Can you please do Dazai, Ranpo, and Chuuya with prompt 4, 5, 11, 12 and 13!? Thank you sm!! Xoxo🫶🏾🫶🏾

↷ A/N ─ hii nonnie <3 i hope you dont mind me crossing out the ones that I've already done, or else this post would've been too long to be just drabbles :)

★ PROMPT ─ 4, 5, 11, 12, 13

!! FT. ─ dazai, chuuya, ranpo

DAZAI

─ 11: sharing your music taste

Dazai listened to the playlist with sparkling eyes. This was probably his second favourite sound in the whole world - the first being your voice, of course.

"Do you have more?" he asked eagerly, and you nodded.

This was such a huge change from his usual playlist consisting of just one song, the Double Suicide. He adored the way you spoke so lovingly of your music taste. He loved how thoughtfully you constructed each playlist. He treasured your little frown while you selected the title of the playlist, the subtle pout when you scrolled through numerous pictures for the cover, and the smile when the final playlist looked just right.

He loved everything about you, really. And that included your interests.

─ 12: styling his hair in silly ways

"I can't play with you, bella," he groaned. "Kunikida-kun screamed at me to complete all of this paperwork. I mean, can you believe it? I'm such a poor, innocent soul, getting crushed under this mountain of documents. Oh, God, why have you forsaken me this way? How will I-"

He rambled on and you nodded, standing behind his chair and styling his hair. Currently, you hadn't listened to a single word he had said, because you were too busy doing something to his hair instead.

"Speaking of which," Dazai paused, looking up at you from his chair, "What do you think you're doing?"

You giggled and showed him his reflection through your phone camera, and he looked amazed.

His hair had been parted into two from the middle, clipped towards each side with two little unicorn hairclips. On top of his head stood a ponytail, tall and solitary, like a coconut tree. It was held down by a pink ribbon and tied to be in the shape of a bow.

"I look beautiful! Not that I don't always, but this is outstanding," he stood up to kiss you on both cheeks and immediately clicked a selfie with you. "I'm framing this picture."

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CHUUYA

─ 4: dancing with him

His hand rested on your waist and head in the crook of your neck. The two of you were standing in the same position, a merry tune on violin playing from the music box he had gifted to you just last week running in the background.

It had been another one of those stressful nights, a few murders committed and a few allies injured. Chuuya was the same as always though, pretending as if everything was alright, albeit the first thing he did on reaching home was take your hands as a reassurance of safety.

He didn't want to sit down and cuddle; the adrenaline was too high. Instead, he began serenading across the hall, his pace slowing down with time until the two of you stood hand in hand, hugging and swaying gently to the sound of music.

All he needed was to feel your touch, to hear your voice and to sense your presence. You mumbled a few sweet nothings into his ear, and he seemed to calm down, eyes drooping at the relaxing way your bodies mingled with each other.

─ 11: sharing your music taste

It was sunny. The two of you were sitting in a park on a picnic date, his head resting on your lap, Your phone was in his hand and his in yours.

"I like this one, I guess," Chuuya said, breaking the serene silence. "It reminds me of you."

You paused his playlist and pulled out his earphones from your ears.

"I like yours too."

"But my playlist is better," he taunted, wiggling his eyebrows before stopping them on seeing your little pout. "Okay, fine, you win. I like yours better."

─ 13: brushing your hair

Chuuya ran the comb along your hair gently, watching as the strands untangled in front of his eyes. You were sitting on the floor in front of the mirror, looking down at your phone, while he sat on a chair behind you.

Chuuya was very serious about hair, and appearance in general. He tried his best to maintain his looks and was entrusted by you to brush his hair. However, seeing you look so cute in the mirror made him momentarily forget about what he was supposed to do.

He admired your reflection, smiling to himself like a fool. You looked so beautiful, so elegant. The way you slightly frowned at the phone took his breath away. Your eyes, your lips, your-

"Ouch!"

"Wha-?" he jumped.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, ow!"

"Oh, shit, sorry, doll," he petted your hair as if to soothe the pain.

It was hardly his fault for getting distracted when you looked that good in the mirror.

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RANPO

─ 4: dancing with him

Ranpo was a lazy man... until it came to dancing with you. You're having a stressful day? Let's dance. You're feeling happy and energetic? Let's dance. You're angry at him and are about to scold him? Screw that, dance with him!

It didn't matter if he was dancing solo to lift your mood, or sending you pirouetting down the agency's corridors for his own amusement. He thinks he likes your smile when doing it better than anything he's ever seen, and so he does it again and again.

Ranpo can easily deduct when you need a little bit of his dancing skills to cheer you up, and he's always there for you, just like you are for him.

─ 5: kissing

Ranpo thinks he's at most peace when he's with you in his room, your lips on his and his on yours in perfect harmony. He kisses you whenever he can, whether it be after solving a new case or tasting a new snack.

He kisses you, his tongue intertwining with yours. You taste like his favourite chocolate; did you steal some? He doesn't care, because what matters to him the most at this moment is the way your lip colour is staining every part of his face.

He isn't a romantic guy, but the peppery kisses you're giving him make him blush like a tomato, giggling into the crook of your neck and hiding his usually confident face.

─ 11: sharing your music taste

"Ranpo, would you like to-?"

"-listen to your Spotify playlist? Yes!" he jumped at you.

"How did you-? Oh, never mind then," you said, noticing his glasses were on.

"I deduct it's gonna be amazing, just like you are," Ranpo simpered and kissed your cheek, and you widened your eyes.

"What's gotten into you?"

"Nothing," he smiled. "Can I eat your snacks while listening?"

─ 12: styling his hair in silly ways

"I know what you're doing," Ranpo peered at you from below through his glasses, "but I'll let it slide because you let me eat your snacks."

"That's good, then," you hummed, showing him his reflection.

Ranpo blinked into the phone camera, and you immediately clicked a picture. He looked like a little cat, with two ponytails shaped like cat ears, along which was a trail of hair clips in the shape of little paws.

"I guess it's better than what I thought," he shrugged.

─ 13: brushing your hair

Ranpo doesn't brush his own hair, but when it comes to your hair care, he's ecstatic. He goes all out; wasting all your precious shampoos and conditioners, using all sorts of combs on your delicate hair and not letting you eat chips and chocolates because they are "bad for your hair and lead to hair loss".

When he feels stressed, he likes to braid your hair. Whenever he can't fall asleep, he likes to play with your hair. When the two of you cuddle, he likes to bury his face in your hair. Its fragrance soothes him.

He brushes your hair when you want him to, albeit he isn't the greatest at it. He loves it when you compliment him though. Little praises like, "My hair looks so good. Thank you!" or even "You're the best at doing my hair!" cheer him up and keep him happy all day.

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dreamauri · 6 months

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Whens the next part of My love all mine coming out?🤭

┇𝗠𝗬 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘 - part six ┇ ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ ┇arranged marriage does not always hold ┇the outcome you expect !! ┇︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦˚₊ ┇ . 🌿 :: pairing — ( max vertsappen x wife! reader ) ┇ . 🫧 :: ⁠genre — ( angst / fluff ) ┇ . 🌿 :: ⁠song — ( link ) ┇ . 🫧 :: ⁠word count — ( - ) ╰ 🌿 :: ⁠ content warning — ( X )

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“It’s so fluffy.” Max whispers, nuzzling his nose in your hair. You chuckle slightly, shuffling further back into his lap to get comfortable. The dutch, wrapped his arms around your waist to remove the space between your back in his chest. Max leaned his chin on your shoulder watching with you the tiktoks you scroll through.

You find yourself holding in a laugh when the video of drunk Max and Daniel on a plane. Max finds himself gasping, taking your phone and looking at it in disbelief. “How long–” “That's been there forever.” you tease taking your phone from him.

You press on the search bar, type drunk max verstappen to show him all the clips people have seen, including that one time he and Charles were calling each other from on a cruise ship.

“Ah, young love.” You tease him. Max gives you a deep frown and a confused face. “Me and Charles?” “There’s a whole hashtag dedicated to you guys.” You tease, scrolling through a bit more, you come across a video of you and max drunk sway dancing from the after parties from the monaco gp. You knew some girls were doing something. “I liked that dress.” Max nuzzles in your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.

“You got me that dress, remember?” “Yeah, that’s why I like it.” He smiled widely and you felt yourself laugh, melting in his hold. You liked loved moments like these. Just you and your husband, sitting on a balcony under the moonlight.

You wish everyday could be like this, peaceful and calm, just comfortable nights for you and your husband. But you always have to remember that Max Verstappen was a world renowned sportsman. He spends his weekends driving and weekdays training.

And even when nothing was going on, there were still people in the media who wanted to bite you. Looking through the comments was a mistake. You sighed reading how people said they could treat Max so much better or just picked on your mistakes.

“What’s this shit?” Max grumbles, scrolling through the comments. There was a pattern. People were nice to him, praising him, complimenting him. Telling him how he was such a good husband. On the other hand, others were commenting on how you weren't enough for him. How he could do and how much he deserves so much better.

“I don’t think these people understand I’ve been . . . what’s the world? Simping? Crushing on you since high school.” You held a giggle at the statement. He took your phone from you, starting to report every hateful comment. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his determination. “You don't have to do that.” “Shhh, wifey. It’s fun.” “Sorry, hubby.” You gave him a soft kiss before he was standing up.

You went to get a glass of the lemonade you and Max had made earlier when you heard your phone ring. “It’s your mom.” He shouted through the hotel room before answering. “Hallo, mum. Het Max.” [hi, mom. it’s max.] He greeted her over the phone. You couldn’t hear what your mom said in return but Max laid back in his arms with a big pout. “Het is voor jou, liefje.” [is your mom, love] Max held the phone out for you. You chuckled, taking a sip from the lemonade and going to sit back outside with him.

“Hi mum.” You greeted her by putting the call on speaker. “Y/N, ik wil dat je met mij mee luistert. Ik kan zo ver niet met je leven en ik ga het niet langer volhouden dan dit.” [Y/N, i want you hear with me. I can't live with you this far and I'm not going to last longer than this] You found yourself freezing in your place. Tilting your head confused. “vergeet de verstappen. scheid dat kind en kom naar huis. Ik wil niet dat k wil je niet zo ver weg.“ [forget the verstappens. divorce that kid and come home. i dont want you so far from me]

Max snapped his head up, and you choked on your drink. Divorce? Your mom’s tone was harsh and mad. “Eh? scheiding? Dat wil ik niet. Ik boek wel een vlucht erheen, maar alles komt goed. je overdrijft.” [Eh? Divorce? I don't want that. I'll book a flight there, but everything will be fine. you are exaggerating] You ended the call before she could protest.

A moment of silence evaded the space, a once warm space was now cold. You didn’t dare speak, you knew Max was looking at you to see what you’d do next. You shook your head, holding your legs and looking down at your phone. “I-i don't want to divorce.” You told him finally looking up to meet his eyes. Max relaxed at your reassurance, nodding quickly as he sat up properly facing. “I don't either.” He held your hand kissing your knuckles. “I’ll book you a flight right away.” He said standing up.

“Wait, Max.” You stood after him, stopping. “I don’t wanna go.” You found yourself admitting, a deep sigh leaving your throat. Max was the door of escape from your family. They’d always put pressure on you to be some perfect academic person. Graduating high school with honours and valedictory. You gave up on being normal when university came around.

It was only when you married Max were you able to pick up a paint brush again. When Jos had approached you and your family about his son wanting your hand in marriage you took it right away. An escape. You didn’t know him, so marrying him was a risk. But if you never took that risk, you would’ve never found yourself living your life like you are now.

“It’s your mom and family.” He told you, turning to you confused, looking down at his phone for flights. “You’re my family.” You replied without even thinking.

The blond snapped his head up, taken aback by your words. “I don’t want to go back there. I don’t want to leave you— Correction, I don't want to be without you.”

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"There you are." Your mother hummed happily once you pushed the door open. She opened her arms and you immediately went for her embrace, wrapping your arms around her back with your head on her chest. "Awh, look at you." The woman cooed, stroking your hair and kissing your head.

Max always had an odd feeling about the woman, From the moment she first saw him, till now she always give him this disgusted glare. "And I see you've brought your husband too." The words were bitter in her mouth. "I thought it was clear I wanted just you."

"Well," You looked back at the blond. "I don't know how to drive, and Me and Max we're together. So, yeah." There was a long pause, long eye contact between you and Max. "He doesn't love you." Your mother whispered in your ear, cupping her hand over her lips so max wouldn't hear or see.

"Don't be naïve, sunflower. He's after your looks." She stroked your hair. Max could see your eyebrows furrow weather in disbelief or in betrayal. "Your a trophy. If he really loved you, he'd come a whisk you off your feet. Make you fall in love with him and ask for your hand in marriage himself."

Your heart panged against your chest. She had a good point. If Max really loved you, why did he do the things the way he did. Why did you have to pick yourself up at the airport and let yourself into the apartment, and clean it up yourself? Why did you not have a choice to see if you loved him before marrying him? Why did he pluck you out of the life you already had?

"He's not good for you." Your mom whispered, her manipulative words getting through to you. "He's using you. He likes your body, your face, your image. Come to mummy, i wont hurt you, yeah? I'll keep you safe."

You jumped up on your feet clearing your throat. Max immediately noticed the shaky and hesitant body language you displayed. Fidgeting with your fingers and tapping the top of your toes on the floor.

"We should probably go, visiting hours are going to end soon." He stood up tall, gently wrapping his arm around your shoulder to comfort you. Max was surly surprised to see you flinch, and even more angry to see the deceiving gentle smile your mother gave hi. "Hours start at 12:30 tomorrow. Don't be late." She said.

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Max found himself tracing the lines to the glass painting on your window. The hospital wasn't far from your mom's house which had your old tween room before your parents divorced. The faded purple walls with scenery painting on them with stickers and posters.

"They're pretty," He hummed. "We should try these out on our windows back home." He turned to you, pointing at the window. His body felt still once he caught your fear filled eyes. He gulped, moving over to you, sitting on his knees beside you.

"I don't know what your mother is telling you. But I love you. No matter what." Max held your hands in his, pressing a soft kiss to your fingers. "You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me and I'd never change anything about you or us."

You looked in his ocean eyes, too big for his head yet so beautiful for his own good. The second you looked away Max knew your mother was in favour at the moment. He knew that old narcissistic woman had won the moment you had slept with your back facing him. You never looked away from him.

And the sight or your sleeping figure facing away from him made him feel as if his heart was being ripped apart slowly and painfully. He was scared to even touch you. Max would never ever risk making you feel uncomfortable.

This would be your last night under the moon light together.

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mrkis · 10 months

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⛧ this is apart of my ‘MARK BDAY REQUEST SPECIAL’ event that i will be doing for his bday (wednesday-sunday). requests are OPEN for this.

REQUEST: ⇢ Thank you so I was thinking that y/n could you know give him a little sexy “show” iykwim😏😏😏when he comes home from hanging out with the boys

⛧ WARNINGS: established relationship, 18+ content, strip tease, ass grabbing, finger sucking, fingering(reader fucks mark's fingers), slight dry humping,

“What are you doing?” Mark laughs lightly as you push at his shoulders to make him sit on the edge of your bed, not even greeting him with a kiss when he walks through the front door after spending a few hours with the boys, playing a few arcade games and sharing a meal for his birthday.

Although he had fun, he wanted nothing more than to come to yours and spend the rest of his birthday with you in your arms so he was shocked when he found you in your bedroom and didn’t even kiss him for a quick hello, only leading him towards your bed with slight pushes.

But the smile still lingers on Mark’s lips as he watches you, finding you a little funny and intriguing as you walk to your desk to pick up your phone, scrolling through something and tapping the screen only for a familiar song to play from the portable speaker he had left here previously.

Mark doesn’t fight the urge to hum the song to himself, drumming his fingers against his thighs and nodding his head to the beat, but all of his movements come to a slow halt when he sees you pull at the silk robe you’re wearing, revealing his favourite set of lingerie underneath and he swallows thickly, mouth dry.

“Wow” He gapes with a whisper, blinking at you in shock as he struggles to tear his eyes away from your chest. Mark repeats, “What are you… what are you doing?”

“Nothing” You quip with a teasing smile, allowing your body to move to the beat of the music, watching him as he closes and reopens his mouth a few times, unable to get his words out as he chokes on his own spit. Mark goes to stand up from the bed but you wag your finger at him, telling him to remain seated and his bottom lip juts out into a pout but he does as he’s told, hands curling into tight fists on his thighs as he watches.

He eyes you like a hawk, taking in your movements with deep breaths, cock hardening in his jeans and he shifts uncomfortably on the bed, wanting nothing more than to free himself of his clothes and his fingers graze over his belt buckle, but stops once again when you give him a harsh look.

“Baby…” Mark laughs again, feeling flustered as he licks at his lips. “Are you, like, joking with me right now?”

“Not at all” Your fingers reach behind you to unclip your bra, letting the straps slide down your shoulders before it pools to the floor by your feet, breasts on display for him to see.

Mark groans softly, tongue prodding at his cheek as he tilts his head backwards with a sigh, rolling his eyes before looking back at you, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he shakes his head at your actions and you feel a sense of proudness and excitement seeing him so worked up from your mini performance.

You turn your back to him, swaying your hips as your hook your fingers beneath the waistband of your panties and you slide them down your legs, revealing yourself bare to your boyfriend and your lips stretches into a big smile when you hear him curse, peering over your shoulder to see his eyes zoned in on your ass cheeks, his fists twitching to touch you.

Fully facing him, you sultry walk on over and he leans back slightly, lips curling into a grin and eyes shining as you crawl onto his lap and sit yourself down on his thighs that tense beneath you. He looks up at you, hands coming around to glide over your hips before caressing your ass, pulling you harder against him but you tut with a shake of your head.

“Stop trying to touch me” You tell him, tone light and teasing despite you meaning it and he whines as you grab his wrists to pull his hands away.

“I want to touch you” Mark says back, craning his neck to ghost his lips over yours to kiss you but he makes a noise of disappointment when you pull away from him again. “I have my girl sitting naked on top of me and I’m expected not to touch her? Baby, you know that’s, like, insane right?”

“Just be patient” You bring his hand to your mouth, littering a few soft kisses across his knuckles before pressing his fingers to your lips, his eyes widening comically when you push his index and middle finger past the plush and into the warmth of your mouth, swirling your tongue around his digits while remaining eye contact.

“You’re crazy” He pants. “Oh Jesus—fuck” Mark lays his fingers flat against your tongue, shuddering as he feels you suck. “Why are you doing this to me?”

Pulling his spit covered fingers from your lips, you smile at him sweetly, “I’m putting on a show for my birthday boy”

Mark goes to tell you that this is torture, that he’d want nothing more than to flip you around and have you beneath him to fuck you instead of you teasing him, but his mouth drops open in shock when you drag his hand down your body and press his wet fingers to your entrance, hearing you moan so prettily as you ease them inside of you.

He watches in awe as your fuck yourself on his fingers as if it were his cock and he resists the urge to curl them, to rip out of your grip and finger fuck you until your legs tremble around him but he’s in a trance watching you do everything yourself, moans and whines spilling from your lips that he wishes to kiss.

“Oh my god” Mark mumbles when he feels your walls clench around him as they brush against the spot that has your body tensing above him. “Baby, let me do something. Anything”

You shake your head, breathless as you answer, “No”

“Please” His eyes are wide, filled with desperation and want, and it makes your chest spread with warmth. “Please—fuck—let me do something. Let me kiss you—” He cuts himself off with a grunt as one harsh movement of your hips has you rubbing down on his cock, making his eyes roll back at the pleasure that strikes him and he begins to babble, “You’re going to make me cum in my—shit, oh baby—please?”

“You’re so pretty when you beg” You hum, breath hitching at the back of your throat as you thrust his fingers deeper inside you, unable to control yourself as your head dips forward, resting your forehead to his.

“I’ll beg all you want if you let me do something” He tells you quietly between his own panting due to the friction against his cock. “I’ll beg for you all night… Just let me make you feel good too”

©mrkis

#mark lee smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #[ mark bday special ! ]#mark smut #mark lee x reader

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aurumacadicus · 4 months

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"Miss Widow, I need you to be my partner in crime," Peter said, dropping from the ceiling. He waited for a beat, expecting a rolling of eyes or an exasperated sigh. When he received nothing but a raised eyebrow, he hesitantly asked, "Aren't you going to correct me, or..."

"It's good that you have some fear of me, Peter," Natasha told him simply. "Has the crime already occurred? If you want a body buried, ask Bruce."

"...Hmm," Peter hummed, deciding he wasn't going to unpack all that. "Mr. Hawkeye said that you're the resident matchmaker."

Natasha sat up straighter. "Oh?" she asked, raising her eyebrows at him.

Peter thrust his phone at her. "I have video evidence of Captain America being totally gone on Mr. Stark."

"Explain," Natasha said, clipped, even as she opened up his phone.

Peter did not ask how she knew his nine-digit code. Instead, he dutifully recounted, "So Mr. Stark decided we should swap playlists, ostensibly so I could listen to 'good music' but I think he wanted to see what the kids are into. I get some of my songs from TikTok and I think one of them is a bit of an ear-worm for him."

Natasha thumbed open his gallery and went directly to his last video, taking only a moment to turn the volume up. In it, she saw Tony in the common kitchen, fixing himself up a cup of coffee. He was swaying slightly like he did when he was humming. Steve was sipping a protein shake at the table, as if he was not glancing at Tony every other shift back-and-forth.

"I, wish I could synthesize, the picture perfect guy," Tony suddenly mumbled out loud, in that way he did when he had no idea his brain-to-mouth filter had stopped working. "Six, feet tall, and super strong--"

Steve perked up, sitting straight from where he'd been leaning on table.

"--We'd always get along--"

Steve flopped back onto the wood surface and took a morose sip from his protein shake.

Natasha felt her mouth drop open in shock as she watched Tony, oblivious, go back to humming and turn to leave the room. Despite Steve's obvious disappointment, it didn't stop him from tipping in his seat to be able to see Tony's ass properly.

"I'm going to kill him," Natasha decided.

"That's not the crime I wanted to be partners for," Peter cut in.

Natasha lifted her gaze to him, scowling. "He will express his feelings for Tony or die."

"...Hmm, " Peter hummed again. If he remembered correctly, both Sam and Bucky had said that Natasha expressed her affection to the people she cared about with cheesy jokes and threats to their lives. Steve would be fine, probably. "He didn't even sing the best part," he sighed instead.

Natasha slanted another sharp look toward him. "Oh yeah?"

"'He'd pick me up at eight, and not a minute later, 'cause I don't like to wait,'" Peter recited. "'Kind, and ain't afraid to cry, or treat his mama right. That's right, that's what I like.' Which, like, Captain America would rather bleed out than cry, but he doesn't sound constipated when he tells other people it's okay. Also I wish he would be less punctual," he added mulishly, crossing his arms over his chest. "Aunt May keeps raising her eyebrows at me when he shows up to pick me up for training and I'm not ready."

Natasha bit back the urge to howl in rage. Of course Tony would get a song basically about Steve stuck in his head and not notice. Of course he wouldn't notice Steve panting after him like a dog. They were both stupid. That's why she was there, though, she supposed. "I will do the actual crimes," she told Peter firmly. "And you will keep your mouth shut."

"There will be actual crime!?" Peter yelped.

Natasha ignored him, instead returning to his phone and scrolling for more blackmail on Steve. He was the weakest link in this chain of idiocy. "Keep that up, Mr. Man."

"Oh boy," Peter sighed, shoulders sagging. There was some regret in his tone.

Good. It would solidify that modicum of fear he should keep about her.

#ideas #team as family #stony

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taytrashmouth · 11 months

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The summer I’ve waited for

Jeremiah fisher x female reader

TW: drinking, swearing.

Description: you’ve been friends with Jeremiah forever, back in Boston you are inseparable, what happens when he invites you to cousins this summer

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You met Jeremiah at school when you were 12, he’s always been funny and kind, he was nice to you when no one else was.

You were best friends since the first moment you met, the only thing that sucked was that he was never around for summer.

But this year, at 16 he invited you with, Susannah was so happy you were coming with, Belly would have a girlfriend and she loved you like her own.

The drive down to cousins was long, Conrad drove, Susannah scrolled through her phone in the passengers seat while you sat in the back with Jeremiah.

Your leg was bouncing up and down rapidly, what if it was awkward, what if belly didn’t like you, what if you ruined the perfect summers Jeremiah spoke of so often-

Your thoughts were broken when jere put his hand on your bouncing leg.

“Hey what’s wrong?” He frowned.

“Just nervous.” You shook your head.

“It’ll be so fun having you around, and I already know belly will love you, besides you’ll have me by your side, you’re stuck with me for three whole months.”

You couldn’t help but smile, he had no idea how much you liked him, he was the only boy you’d liked for 5 years. Spending 3 months with him sounded like heaven.

When you arrived Jeremiah showed you your room, right across from his. The house was gorgeous and the sound of the waves was magical.

You sat outside by the pool looking out at the ocean once you’d unpacked. Absolutely mesmerized.

It wasn’t until you saw Conrad, Jeremiah and Steven (you’d seen him in photos) throwing belly into the pool while she kicked and screamed.

“You guys that wasn’t funny.” Belly spoke.

“Yeah guys not cool.” You walked behind both Conrad and Jeremiah, hands around their waists. As they both turned to look at you, you pushed as hard as you could pushing them both in too.

They both yelled and you and belly laughed.

“I love her!” Belly laughed and smiled at Jeremiah, gesturing to you.

“Yeah me too.” He smiled subtly and looked down at the water, making you blush.

It was a few days later that you sat at the kitchen island waiting to watch a movie with belly and the moms that belly said something that surprised you.

“You know I’m so happy i finally got to meet you cause you’re like really cool, and because jere talks about you non-stop, he thinks you’re so smart and he tells us all these stories about you being like the coolest person.” Belly rambled.

“All good things I hope.” You chuckled, blushing slightly. “ I’m sure he doesn’t talk about me that much.”

“No there was a point I wanted to be you, and I hadn’t even seen your photo- I was like 12 but still”

You both giggled.

Summer went on, you went to parties with jere and he taught you how to play beer pong, you both sang karaoke at this tiki bar on Saturdays, he showed you all of his favorite spots in cousins. Late night drives and long walks on the beach.

Everything was perfect except you couldn’t help but feel that he loved belly…..and it hurt.

But there were moments where you allowed yourself to dream, to feel as though he liked you back.

The night by the pool when lover came on the speaker and you smiled at the sound of your favorite song.

“Let’s dance.” Jeremiah spoke. You looked up at him as he stood up and held out his hand. “You need to practice anyway.” Referring to the deb ball, belly begged you to do it with her.

You didn’t know how the hell to find a date, you only liked, and wanted one guy.

You smiled and gave him your hand. He pulled you up and held your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck and you began to sway. He spun you around slowly once or twice but soon it was just the two of you in this moment, looking into each others eyes.

“You’re a good dancer.” You whispered.

“I have a good partner.” He smiled, both of your cheeks burning.

Then there was the day you tried on your debutante dress, you looked in your bedroom mirror, only seeing the parts of yourself you hated.

That’s when Jere barged in with a smile, rambling about something Steven just did, but when you turned around he stopped dead.

“Holy shit…” he let out.

“I know-“ your voice was laced with insecurities but he didn’t let you fished before moving closer and making you spin around.

“You’re perfect.” He smiled and held your cheeks, you leaned into his touch wishing this moment would last.

Tears filled your eyes, he was healing all your wounds, damage he didn’t even cause.

“Thank you.” You smiled back.

When Taylor came out for belly’s birthday she bought belly a purple swimsuit, she had a pink one and she had bought you a dark blue one, because she knew belly liked you, and wanted you to be included.

You were insecure, people at school had bullied you your whole life, your weight fluctuated a lot and you weren’t exactly comfortable in a bikini.

When you didn’t go down to the pool after about 20mins jere came to look for you…

He found you in your bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror in your new bikini with tears running down your cheeks

“Hey hey hey, what’s wrong?” He asked with a frown, immediately pulled you into his chest.

You hugged him tightly and he stroked your hair.

“I hate it.” You chocked.

“What? What do you hate?” He held your shoulders looking at your face now.

“Me, they way I look, fuck, I look like a whale compared to them.”

Jeremiah almost laughed.

“Them? Belly and taylor?”

“Yeah and like every other girl at this stupid beach.” You cried more, but he wiped away the tears that fell.

“Turn around.” He smiled, you grumpily spun.

“Exactly what I thought, no sign of a whale…and y/n….you’re hot, don’t tell belly or Taylor I said this but you’re like way hotter than them.” He exclaimed.

You chocked a laugh.

“Really?” You frowned again.

“Definitely.” He hugged you again, and made jokes as you washed your face before following him back to the pool.

“I found her!!! She was trying to make sure she was still hotter than all of us.” He joked as you walked out the doors to the pool.

Taylor smiled, “I knew that bikini was your color, it’s literally so hot.” Belly nodded in agreement.

Steven gawked at you as you climbed into the pool and belly hit him on the head.

It wasn’t until you were walking along the beach as the sun set, a week till the deb ball and still you had no date.

“Hey!” Jeremiah called as he ran down the beach to catch up.

“Hey.” You smiled back.

You talked about a lot of things as the sun began to set.

“Still no date?” He asked.

You shook your head,

“Seriously? I don’t believe no one’s asked you.” He spoke as if you were the most precious thing that any guy would want.

You shook your head again, a few guys had asked, but you didn’t really want to go with them. So you told them no.

You continued to talk about the ball.

“Mom told Conrad to ask Belly, but I think she’ll be pissed if she finds out he didn’t actually want to ask her you know?” He spoke.

“Yeah, I’d be pissed if that happened to me.”

“That’s why I swore off these things, drama creating nonsense, I’d only make an exception for this one girl-“ he spoke slowly but you cut him off.

“Yeah, it sucks that Conrad’s taking her-“

“What?” He stopped walking.

“You like belly….don’t you?” You frowned.

He scoffed and looked off to the side.

“You’re really really dumb for someone with straight A’s, you know that?” He asked.

You frowned even more.

“I’d make an exception for you n/n….”

Your whole world stopped for a minute, looking into his ocean eyes.

“I’m just waiting for you to ask me……” he looked at his feet.

“I didn’t ask because I needed to know you wanted this, I couldn’t do it because i could never forgive myself if I screwed this up, us…” he looked back up at you.

Your heart was pounding, your head was exploding and your stomach erupted with butterflies.

“Will you go to the ball with me Jere?” You smiled.

He sighed with relief and smiled the biggest you e ever seen.

“Fuck yes!!!!” He wrapped his arms around you and spun you in the air before putting you down.

You laughed, feeling on top of the world.

“You sure about this?” He asked looking down at you.

“It’s been five years of crushing, I’m sure.” You joked.

“Good because I really want to kiss you.” He smiled.

He leaned in and your lips met, it was like two pieces of a puzzle. So passionate yet soft. This was the summer you’d always wanted, the summer you waited for.

As you broke apart for air you both smiled and entangled your hands, and you walked home in the dark, waves crashing against your ankles.

“I liked you before we were even friends you know.” Jeremiah spoke up.

“What?”

“Yeah, I saw you in the hallway one day and I knew, that the pretty girl by locker 34 was going to be my wife one day.”

You smiled, and laughed with him, as you swing your hands back and forth.

“Really? I still had braces….why me?” You asked with a frown.

“Because I love you, you idiot!” He yelled, he turned and kissed you for the second time that night. You smiled into the kiss, and the waves crashed into your calves.

“I love you too…I always have.” You told him. “And I’m not sure about ‘wife’ just yet, but I’m just waiting for you to ask me..” you quoted his words from earlier.

He smiled and got down on one knee, his shorts were wet and your dress was blowing in the wind. You threw your head back in a smile.

“Y/n l/n, will you make me the happiest golden retriever and be my girlfriend,”

“Fuck yes!!!!”

He got up and you held onto each other like it was the last time you’d hug.

When you arrived back at the house, he dragged you up to his room, rummaging in his drawer to find something.

“I uh- I got this for your birthday last year, but I chickened out of giving it to you because I though it might overstep a boundary or something.” He explained as he sat next to you on his bed and handed you a box.

You carefully took off the lid and revealed a sliver locket, the letter J engraved on the front, you opened it up and on the left was a picture on Jeremiah giving you a piggy back ride, both of you smiling so widely. And on the right the lyrics ‘at every table I’ll save you a seat’ were engraved in cursive.

You closed the locket and stared at the J, then at him, tears in your eyes.

“Because I really know you.” He pointed at his initial.

You smiled, tears falling.

“I love you, you’re perfect.” You smiled, looking at his beautiful eyes, and smile, thinking of how thoughtful he was, how kind, how funny, he was yours, and you were his.

He helped you out the necklace on, and you never took it off

#jeremiah fisher #the summer i turned pretty #belly conklin #cousins #taylor swift #jeremiah fisher x reader #jeremiah fisher x y/n #conrad fisher #steven conklin #susannah fisher #beach #summer

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jakekiszkasmommy · 10 months

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💫Starcatcher Nashville💫

Warnings: MINOR DNI, 18+ s m u t, unprotected sex, overstimulation, I'm sure I forgot others

Author's note: Happy Starcatcher my lovely readers! Thank you to Aubrey in thr group chat for this idea! 🫶 Jake made me absolutely feral in Nashville and I had to write something about it!

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You could watch him on stage forever and never get used to it. He looks fucked out of his mind. His lips pouted ever so slightly, his hair starting to curl from the sweat. Tonight was the first night of the Starcatcher World Tour and he was putting on a show. The best one that he could manage. He had this new black Gibson Memphis ES guitar with him on stage tonight. The guitar itself was a work of art. But paired with Jake and his new suit, he looked like a God. Just as the intro for The Archer began, you clenched your thighs together.

You wanted to get the full experience of the show tonight and requested to be in pit with the crowd. You had managed to plop yourself up on barricade right in front of Jake for the best view.

You and Jake had been together for nearly 8 years now, and the fans were very welcoming of you and your relationship. Many of them wanting to take a picture with you. This would always be a strange concept. You were so normal, but I guess dating a rockstar was bound to give you some attention.

Strutting right up to you, Jake was smiling and talking to his guitar. Words you could only dream of hearing later.

The smoke started to roll off of the stage and swirl around you and the other members of the audience and encompassing Jake on stage. As Jake played you could feel the vibrations of the music in your entire body. Every note, every strum, sent a shockwave to your core. It was almost the only thing you could think of. You couldn't take it anymore. You turned around and made your way to the back of pit where you fished your pass out of your purse and showed it to security. They lead you to the side stage where you watched Jake strut down the runway. He sent you a confused look as you pranced right past him with a wink.

Making your way to the side stage, you watched from the stairs. Eager to see him play from a new angle. He strutted back on the main stage before the song ended and the guys started making their way off stage. Ready for the encore.

They run off stage to grab a drink and share some hugs. "We aren't done yet my brothers." Jake declared as he wrapped an arm around your waist from behind. Giving you a small kiss on your temple, "2 more songs and then I'm all yours, my love." With that, he was grabbing his next guitar and running back on stage.

Light My Love was next and as the chorus started, beautiful rainbow lights lit up the arena. You were absolutely at a loss for words. Tears started flowing before you could stop them. Next you saw Pride flags waving back and forth. You clutched your chest. The fans did this. This wasn't organized by the crew. But how?? You were absolutely amazed and looked up just in time to see Josh smiling and swaying with the crowd as his brothers looked at him from their positions on stage with huge smiles. This was for him. The song ended and Josh started crying which made you cry even more. After giving a heatwarming speech and continuing on to the last song, you made your way back to the guys' dressing room.

Not long after, they all piled in. Smiles and tears being shared between all of them. You wrapped Josh into a big hug and kissed his cheek. "I love you, Joshy."

He planted a kiss on your forehead, "I love you too, Y/N. Thank you for being here."

He claps his hands together, "Now let's go celebrate!" They all showered and changed into their normal attire while you scrolled on your phone on the couch. After a beautiful dinner with friends and family, you and Jake said your goodbyes and made the trek home.

As you made it into your shared home, you toed off your shoes and padded down the hall to shower yourself. You didn't hear Jake approach as you turned on the shower and started to take your clothes off. "Care if I join?"

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his nose. "That depends on if you are going to make me feel good or just shower."

He nips at your ear, "I guess you'll have to find out."

As you step under the hot water, your shoulders relax and you tip your head back. Jake joins you and you help one another shower. You were digging your fingers into his scalp, massaging the shampoo into his hair as he let out a small moan. Your fingers stopped their movements. "Oh Jakey, you must be so worked up from tonight." You tip his head back and rinse out the suds. "Keep your eyes closed." He does as he's told and lets you rinse him off.

You stand behind him, your fingers now massaging his tight shoulders and moving down his back. Every curve of his muscles creating little streams of water. He turns around to face you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into the hot water with him. You can already feel his hard cock against your skin. Begging for attention. You snake a hand between the two of you and start slowly moving it up and down his length. A low groan coming from his throat as he closes his eyes. "You looked so good up there, baby. Sounded even better too. It was almost too much for me to handle. I thought about going back to the dressing room to give myself some relief."

His eyes shoot open and his hand cricles around your wrist. "You what. Is that where you were going when you left the pit?"

"M-maybe." You fumble over the word. Realizing you shouldn't have said that part. "That's when I stopped to watch Light My Love. And then I figured I'd wait."

"You know you aren't allowed to please yourself if I'm not around."

You look up at him, water droplets catching on your lashes so you blink them away. "I- I know but-"

"But what? Thought I wouldn't know? You think I wouldn't know when my pussy was being taken care of?" He uses the grip he has on your wrist to place your hand on your own heat.

All you can do is stand there in the shower, staring at him. Unsure of what is next. "Fine. Go ahead. Touch yourself then"

"But Jake-"

He grabs your face in his other hand, smooshing your cheeks until your lips jut out. "Shut your mouth or I'll stick something in it. I said touch yourself." He tightens his grip around your wrist slightly for emphasis.

You slowly move your fingertips up to ghost over your clit. Sighing a little as you add more pressure. He releases his grip and takes a seat on the bench in the corner of your shower. The steam making him look even better in the dim lighting. You stop your movements. "Jakey, I wanted you to."

"Well clearly you didn't care about that earlier did you?" He lounges back against the tile. "Keep going. Make yourself cum."

You feel out of your element. Exposed in the open shower without him next to you.

You snake your hand back down to your center and start making slow circles on your clit before picking up the pace. Tiny moans and whimpers start escaping your lips as you use your other hand to pinch your nipples, giving you more stimulation. Not realizing that you had closed your eyes, you open them to find Jake stroking his cock in the corner of the shower, watching you. A smirk playing at his lips.

"God you look beautiful," he whispers while his fingers ghost over his tip. You can't look away. Both of you now staring at each other and panting. "Come on baby, come on." He coaxes you as he starts pumping his fist faster. The same words he was saying to his guitar on stage tonight. You lean against the opposite wall as him. Spreading your legs so he can see everything. You run your fingers through your folds before inserting one finger and then two. Letting out a loud moan at the stretch. His eyes are locked on your hand.

You use your other hand to draw slow circles on your clit as you pump slowly into yourself. Staring at Jake. Your mind running wild. Only thinking about him and that guitar. You can see how much he is enjoying watching you.

"Mmmm Jakey, I loved watching you on stage tonight." Letting a loud moan slip past your lips as you play with yourself. "I loved that sexy new guitar. Loved watching you rock your hips into it. Makes me want to cum just thinking about it."

His eyes lock with yours as he pumps his hand faster over his angry cock. "Jesus. Look at you. Getting off thinking about my guitar?"

You nod and circle your clit faster. Chasing your end.

"Do it then. Cum while you're thinking about it."

You nod your understanding as your jaw hangs slack. Quickly throwing yourself over the edge of your orgasm while you pant and moan. He stands up and steps towards you. Watching you unravel in front of him. He hitches your legs around his waist and pins you in the corner of the shower. Lining himself up with your entrance, he slowly slides himself to the hilt in you.

You both let out a moan. "Want to know what I named it?" You give him a puzzled look. "The guitar. Do you want to know what I named it?" He asks as he slowly thrusts into you.

"Yes- please," you pant out. Thoughts of him and that guitar still swirling around your mind.

"I named it Y/N. After you. Because it's about time I named one after my girl. It reminds me of you. Mysterious. Beautiful. Curvy." He digs his fingers into the flesh of your hips as he says the last word.

Just him talking about the guitar and about you sends you spiraling into your next orgasm already. This one so hard you screw your eyes shut and see stars.

"Oh my poor baby, you really loved how it looked on stage didn't you? Love the way I talk about it. The way I fuck myself into it on stage, huh?" He thrusts harder into you.

"I talk to it too. The way I talk to you. Working it through a solo the way I work you through your orgasms. Oh and the beautiful sounds it makes is almost as beautiful as the noises you make when you cum."

The way he is pressing you into the tile of the wall gives your hands free reign of everything. His hair. His arms. Your hands are clawing at his chest as you throw your head back while he fucks you beyond belief.

"Come on baby, give me one more. I'm right there with you. But I want you to play with yourself again. I love watching you take care of her."

You right hand flies down to your clit and you make tight fast circles around it. Brigning you closer to the edge. "Please Jake, please please please."

"Fuckkkkkkk- I love hearing you talk when you are being fucked. Tell me how much you love my guitar. And how much you love watching me play."

Loud moans are ripping through you. You can't think. His words are too much and you are thrown into your third orgasm as he isn't far behind you. "I- I-" you try to find the words but can't. You stammer as you continue to clench around him. As he finds his end, he spills into you with a deep moan before stilling his hips.

He brushes his thumb along your cheek and soothes you. "That's ok baby. You said it enough. I know. I just want one more from you. You look too pretty to not. Ok? Can you do that for me? One more?"

Tears are running down your face from the over stimulation as he sets you on the bench. He kneels down in front of you and plunges his fingers into your dripping cunt. Pumping in and out at a relentless pace while his tongue works your clit.

You try and move away from him but are stuck. You want to cum but are feeling weak and overstimulated.

"I can't. I can't, Jakey." You sob out.

He looks up at you and your fucked out expression. Tears streaming down your face. A smile playing on his lips.

"You're already there baby just let go."

With two more pumps of his fingers, you are screaming and clenching around him. "Fuck yes baby, give it to me." The mixture of his cum and your own dripping out of you and onto his fingers. As he continues to fuck you with them. He starts to slow his pace and works you through your orgasm. You close your eyes and lean your head on him as you sob out. He holds you by your shoulders as you slump forward into him, exhausted. "Fuck, Y/N. Are you ok? Was it too much? Fuck. I'm sorry." He is frantic to clean you up with a wash cloth and turn off the now cold water. He wraps you in a towel and scoops you up into his arms before carrying you to the bed. Your eyes are heavy and your body is tired.

"Y/N, are you ok? Please baby talk to me." He begs.

"I'm ok. That was just...a lot. I liked it a lot. And you should use that guitar more. It's sexy." You look up to his eyes carefully watching you.

"You- you really named it after me?" You whisper.

He giggles and tucks you in next to him while he draws shapes and patterns on your skin.

"Yes. My most beautiful girls."

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#jake kiszka #greta van fleet #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka fanfic #jake gvf #gvf fanfiction

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staygoldwriting · 11 months

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🍿 If You Were Here

Summary: Feeling sad after your plans are canceled, Steve comforts you ❤️

Word count: ~1200

Warnings: Reader is feeling sad and lonely, but it's all fluffy and happy by the end!

A/N: This was a request from @loving-and-dreaming! I loved writing just a cute, simple comfort fic 💕 The title is the end song of Sixteen Candles, which plays a role in the fic 😉 Please let me know what you think, and, as always, please show love and support! ❤️✨

You sighed as you hung up the phone. Amy and Carrie had canceled your plans to go to the movies. Again. The worst part was that they canceled to go on a double date. You walked over and plopped down on your couch, turning the tv on. As you scrolled through the channels, you let out a groan and threw the remote to the other side of the couch.

"All I wanted was a fun night and a good movie," you said to yourself. As you sat there, feeling increasingly miserable, you decided to snap yourself out of it and just go get a movie at Family Video.

You drove off in your car, the night breeze already making you feel a little better. You listen to the radio and even sang along to a few songs, and then finally, you arrived at Family Video. As you walked in, you saw Keith walking around, organizing the videos, and you saw Steve sitting with his back to you at the counter doing some paperwork. Keith looked over at you skeptically.

"We close in ten minutes," he sneered. Steve turned around to look at who had come in, and he smiled brightly at you.

"Come on, Keith, we've got a VIP here," Steve smiled, making you blush. "Stay as long as you want," Steve winked at you. "Do you need any help finding something?"

"Thanks, Steve," you replied, giving a sickeningly sweet smile at Keith. "I was going to see Pretty in Pink with my friends, but they ditched me for a double date," you said bitterly.

"Well, that's dumb," he said, coming out from behind the counter, "they left the best person out!"

"Thanks, Steve, but I don't exactly feel that way," you said sadly. Steve looked at you with his head cocked to the side. He held his arms out and gave you a pouty face, making you laugh as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He rubbed your back and swayed a little bit. He pulled away a bit after and smirked at you.

"Well, like I said, we can't have Hawkins' best girl all alone on a Friday night!" he said triumphantly. "How about we rent a movie and go back to your place and watch it?"

"Are you sure?" you asked, your heart feeling light.

"Positive," he smiled. You looked at each other lovingly, both of you smiling sweetly, and Steve began to lean in when Keith yelled across the room.

"You guys gonna pick a movie?" he groaned, tapping his watch. Steve chuckled and looked down.

"Thanks so much for reminding us, Keith," he said sarcastically. He turned back to you and smiled, holding his arm out. "Come on." He wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you two walked down the aisles.

"Did you wanna rent something like Pretty in Pink, or do you want to go for something completely different?" he asked.

"I don't know, I mean, I doubt you're a Molly Ringwald fan.”

"Y/N!" Steve scoffed in fake offense. "Molly is my number two girl in the world!" he exclaimed, making you laugh. “Followed by you, of course.”

"Alright then," you giggled, blushing "how about Sixteen Candles?"

"That one was just returned," he smirked. "Let's do it!"

"Alright, let's," you said, pulling out your wallet. Steve held his hands up.

"Woah, no! On me," he smiled, sliding over the counter.

"Oh come on, you can't! I mean, you're already being nice by coming over."

"Well, you're nice for letting me come over," Steve smirked, leaning toward you over the counter. "I insist."

"Thanks, Steve," you said, blushing.

"My pleasure."

-🍿-

You and Steve left Family Video together, and he said he was going to make a quick stop. Relieved, you rushed home and cleaned up the place, grateful that he would take a little bit longer. You tidied up the living room, put dishes away, lit a candle and then blew it out, thinking you'd be too obvious, then fixed your hair. A new outfit or makeup would also make you too obvious.

Soon after, Steve knocked on your door, and he smiled brightly at you as you answered. His arms were full with groceries, and he walked over to the kitchen to set them down.

“Alright, I've got all your favorites here,” he said proudly, hands on his hips. “Your favorite soda, favorite chips, favorite candy, I've got it all.”

“Wow,” you said. “This is all so perfect, thank you, Steve!”

“Of course,” he smiled. “And, a movie wouldn't be complete without…” he pulled out a box of microwave popcorn, and you clapped your hands.

“Oo! Let me get a bowl!” you said excitedly.

“No, no, I'm going to pamper you, so just sit,” Steve said. “Besides, I know where everything is.”

Steve had been to your house plenty of times, so he easily found everything he needed: bowls, cups, ice, butter, you name it.

“So, you wanna talk about it?” Steve asked, leaning his back against the counter.

“Not really,” you said. “Is that okay?”

“That's fine,” Steve shrugged. “It's up to you, I just didn't know if it would make you feel better.”

“No, I'd rather not talk about it more, but thank you,” you said, smiling feebly. “Tell me about your day.”

“Oh, not much happening,” he said, pouring popcorn into the bowl and setting it in front of you. “Just the usual. I got up, had to take Dustin to school cuz his mom had to go into work early. I got some pizza for lunch, did a little grocery shopping. Then I started work at 3, and then I saw you, and now I'm here,” he smiled. “Simple day. This is the perfect way to end it,” he said sweetly.

“I totally agree,” you smiled. “Shall we?” you asked, grabbing the popcorn bowl. Steve nodded, carrying some more snacks and drinks to the living room. As you gathered some blankets and pillows, Steve popped the movie in and then came to sit next to you. Getting under the same blanket as you, he pulled you close to him so that his arm was around you, and your head was resting on his chest. You looked up at him and smiled, and he kissed your forehead lightly.

“Sorry, I got caught up in a moment,” he said, looking away and blushing, but you kept your gaze on him.

“That’s okay,” you said softly. Steve looked back at you again.

“I meant what I said, you know. You really are the best girl in Hawkins,” he whispered. He leaned in again, and he kissed your lips tenderly and lightly. As you broke away, you smiled at him, letting out a few stray giggles. You felt giddy, the happiest you had felt in a really long time.

“Can I admit something to you?” Steve asked.

“Anything,” you replied. Steve pressed his forehead to yours and smiled.

“I had been waiting a long time to do that,” he admitted.

“Feel free to do it more often,” you replied, moving in to kiss him again.

That night acted as a double initiation: the first of your movie night tradition with Steve, and the first date of many you’d have with your new boyfriend.

-🍿-

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lovelytsunoda · 8 months

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you sexy thing // clement novalak (kinktober day 4!)

summary: someone has been watching a little too much magic mike lately.

pairing: clement novalak x female! reader

prompt: striptease

warnings: listen guys it’s all in the summary. probably no full fledged smut here, otherwise it would be far too long for a kinktober blurb so instead it's just gonna be real spicy and giggly and basically like a magic mike movie.

"clement, what are you doing in there?"

"one minute, sweetheart! i'm almost ready!"

"ready for what?" she whined, falling back against the bed, hair fanning out behind her.

she was used to this: clement getting an idea in his head and often refusing to tell her about it until the last second.

clement novalak loved his little surprises, but sometimes, surprises were the last thing on y/n's mind.

"just be patient!" clement tsked from the ensuite. "i promise it's going to be worth it!"

“if you say so.” she laughed, picking up her phone and beginning to mindlessly scroll through her apps of choice, curled up by the headboard and waiting for her lover to return.

“okay, okay. you can look now.” clem giggled, moving to stand by the foot of the bed, resting a bluetooth speaker on their shared dresser.

she looked up from her phone, barely stifling a grin as she dropped her phone. her eyes roved clems body as she shifted positions on the bed, perching herself at the edge.

he was dressed in a white tank top and leather jacket, blue skinny jeans that hugged his thigh muscles and perfect ass, and a pair of aviator sunglasses covered the eyes that she adored so much.

“clement, what are you doing?”

“let me show you, sweet girl.”

he reached for his phone, tapping on a the screen a few times before a seventies rnb song began to play from the speaker.

“i believe in miracles, where you from, you sexy thing.”

clem dramatically cast off the sunglasses, one hand over his belt buckle as he began to sway his hips, poking his groin out sharply in her direction.

“oh. my. god.” she giggled. “someone’s been watching too much magic mike lately.”

he swayed his shoulders with the music, moving with the easy going beat as he rolled his hips, pulling the jacket off, but making a show out of it, letting the leather dangle off his elbows.

he slipped the rest of the jacket, whipping it towards the closet door before teasingly pulling up the hem of his tank top, exposing his delicious abs for nobody except his girlfriend to see.

“i feel like i should be tucking one pound notes into your boxer shorts.” she giggled, but it was clear she was starting to get flustered, nipples pressing against the padding of her bra.

“you can touch me, darling.” clem grinned, guiding her hand towards his abs. “this is all about you.”

she could hardly contain the giddy smile on her face as she ran her hand up clement's sculpted stomach, feeling every ridge of muscle under her palm, every undulation as he moved his body sinfully.

he truly was a god of a man.

clem stepped back just slightly, enough that she was no longer caressing him, pulling the tank top over his head and tossing it towards her. she caught it with a laugh, not oblivious to the way that his skin glimmered in the light, the easygoing soul song playing in the background as he crouched down, placing one hand on the floor behind him before bucking his hips up, the outline of his cock pressing against his jeans.

from the bed, y/n playfully wolf-whistled, wondering why she had ever preferred channing tatum's film when watching her boyfriend perform the real thing was far more attractive.

"where did you come form angel? how did you know i needed you?"

"oh, now you're just teasing." she giggled, watching clem slip his fingers into his belt loops, playfully shifting the way the waistband rested, providing the cheekiest of glimpses at his happy trail.

"that's the point, love." he laughed. clem stepped towards the bed, undone jeans hanging off his hips and exposing a sliver of the deep blue underwear he was wearing. "dance with me, pretty girl?"

she slipped her hands into his, rising from the bed and allowing clement's hands to guide her body: one leg tossed over his, one arm around his neck and the other on his bare chest.

she gasped as clement began to guide the dance, his member brushing against her damp panties. she bit her lip to stop a moan, using the hand that was on his chest to cop another feel, roving her hand up and down his chest before slipping it into his jeans and cupping his erection.

"i love you." she whispered huskily, chasing his lips for a kiss that was mostly tongue and teeth.

"i love you more, pretty girl."

she slipped her hand further into his jeans, stopping to widen her eyes when her hand found bare skin instead fo breathable fabric.

"clement novalak, please tell me you are not wearing a g-string."

"okay." clem grinned, trying not to laugh. "it's not a g-string, it's a thong."

"why the fuck would you do that?"

"to try and turn you on, of course." he laughed. "lie back on the bed pretty girl, and i will gladly take off my pants to show you. i've still got a couple dance moves left i haven't tried yet."

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Fade Into You

pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: fluff, some angst

here’s a little jake blurb that i couldn’t stop thinking about. every time i hear the this song i think about slow dancing with jake to it, so here it is. i whipped this up super quick so there’s bound to be spelling and grammar mistakes.

You had been mindlessly scrolling on your phone far too long, background noise from the tv filling the silence in your living room. It had been one of those days where lingering thoughts had gotten to you, plummeting your mood quickly. Once excited and feeling like you were filled with light from the sun turned into being on the brink of tears and uninterested in everything. Even your favorite tv show which usually could at least make you laugh, was’t swaying your mood.

The familiar jingling of keys could be heard on the opposite side of the door, signaling that your boyfriend had finally returned home from his short trip. He had only been gone for two days, and even then you normally would’ve been more excited to see him. As he entered your shared house, luggage and guitar case in tow, you briefly looked up to meet his eyes, muttering a small ‘hi’ before returning your attention to your phone. Part of you felt guilty, but you also were just physically and emotionally unable to do much else. You had no energy to spare, using all of it to try and claw your way out from under the metaphorical rock that held you down.

He could tell something was up, you knew he could. This wasn’t how you would typically greet him as he came home from a trip, you knew it, and he knew it. He brought his luggage to sit under the bar of your kitchen that sat on the edge of the living room, separating the two spaces while also joining them. After carefully setting his guitar case down he sat down next to you on the couch and kissed the side of your head, hand resting gently on your thigh while you kept your eyes on your phone.

“Everything okay, baby?”

You met his soft, warm, milk chocolate eyes that were filled with concern, trying your hardest to put on a convincing smile.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” Your voice betrayed you, coming out slightly above a whisper as you smiled back softly. His eyes searched yours before you broke eye contact, knowing he would see the sadness you were holding inside.

You both sat in silence for a few minutes until he stood from the couch, giving your knee a loving pat before he stood. He walked over to the bar and grabbed his phone off the counter, going through it as he walked into another room. When he returned he was holding a small speaker, one the two of you used in place of records when you didn’t own said record. You watched as he set the speaker on the mantle above your fireplace, turning it on, and connecting his phone to the device.

Instead of playing anything he pocketed his phone, and turned his attention to the large ebony coffee table that sat in the middle of the living room. Before you could ask what he was doing, he began to push the giant, and heavy, piece of furniture to a far wall. With the table moved there was now a large area of free space, opening up the room. Satisfied with the new placement of the table, he fished his phone from his pocket and tapped the screen once with his thumb. The speaker came to life with the soft sound of drums followed by a jazzy sort of guitar, soft and smooth.

Once again tucking the phone into his pocket, he walked to you silently and extended his hand out to you. He didn’t say a word, but the gentle smile he wore was asking you to dance with him. Although you didn’t feel up to it, you knew he was only trying to help, so you carefully took his hand and set your blanket to the side with the other.

He led you to the middle of the open space with your hand in his, and pulled you closer resting his left hand atop your waist. Your own hand delicately placed on his shoulder, your arm wrapped around the underside of his. He swayed the two of you to the slow beat of the song as you rested your cheek against his shoulder, looking away from him. His shoulder length hair tickled your eyelashes with each blink, but you didn’t dare move it. You heard his contented sigh slip as his cheek rested against your head, and his hand squeezed your own.

‘Won’t you tell me it’s okay, won’t you tell me what to say.

Won’t you hold my hand when nobody else has got the time.’

The two of you stayed that way for a beat or two before you tilted your head back to look at Jake. Instead of meeting your gaze, he closed his eyes, and rested his forehead against your own. He hummed along softly to the song, his chest vibrating against yours. You let his quiet hums lull your eyes closed, enjoying the tender intimacy of the moment.

‘So baby won’t you be my lady, miss you like crazy, I hope you’ll be my, my partner in crime.’

“Jake?” His name came out in a cracked and hushed whisper, like you were afraid to ruin the moment.

“Hm?” He hummed quietly, adding to the peaceful aura. You opened your eyes, finding his were still shut, and peered up at him through your lashes as best you could.

“I’ve never heard this song before.”

His eyes fluttered open as he pulled his forehead away from yours, and kissed where his was just resting. “Mmm, Sammy played it for me a few days ago while we were doing business in L.A. and it reminded me of you.”

His eyes met yours as they began to prickle with tears, a smile making its way onto your face. A few tears fell as you tried to blink them back. Jake smiled warmly at you, using the hand that was on your waist to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

“I kept thinking about how much I missed you, and how much I wanted nothing more than to hold you, and dance with you to this song.” He continued to wipe your cheeks sweetly until the tears stopped falling.

‘Won’t you tell me how you feel, won’t you make this all come real.’

Wiping his hand on his pants, he returned his hand to your waist to lightly push your hip while his grip on your hand loosened so he could spin you. When you came back around to face him, he secured your hand in his and placed his other hand back on your hip, continuing to sway you to the song.

‘Cause it’s lonely here, and I’m running out of things to say’

“You’re not good at hiding when you’re upset,” His left hand brushed stray strands of hair out of your face, stopping to cup your face, “but you know that don’t you?”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.” You cast your eyes down to your feet, avoiding his amused stare.

“Hey,” Jake’s hand on your cheek shifted under your chin forcing you to look up at him, “It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize baby. I just want you to know that you can always talk to me.”

“I know.”

His brown orbs flicked back and forth between yours trying to get a read on you. Before he could say anything else you leaned into him and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For making all the bad feelings go away.”

His face softened as if he was more relaxed than he already had been. This time he leaned towards you and kissed your lips tenderly, still swaying to the song. You couldn’t help the genuine smile that sat on your face as he looked at you lovingly. His warmth was infectious.

“There’s that smile. That’s what I’ve been waiting to see.” His thumb ran along the apple of your cheek before his hand found purchase on your hip once again. You rested your cheek on his shoulder again letting your eyes close, feeling content. It was almost like the love was palpable, like you were surrounded in the feeling of his tender loving. Like you were wrapped in it.

“I love you so much, Jake.”

“I love you too, baby. More than you could ever know.”

As the music faded out he pressed another soft kiss to your head. Even after the song ended the two of you continued to sway back and forth for what seemed like hours. Both of you basking in the moment, hearts so full and warm they felt as though they might burst or simply melt into nothing. How you were blessed to be loved by someone like Jake was a mystery to you, but you were thankful to whatever celestial being put him in your path.

And while you wondered how you got to be so lucky to love and be loved by someone like Jake, he was thinking the same thing. He thought he must’ve done something right in a past life to be blessed with you in this one, and he was thanking the universe for bringing you to him.

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