Relationship: Sebastian Stan x black plus sized/requested reader
I don’t even know how the guys got me out here to a strip club. First I’m reading over lines for this new movie them all of a sudden I’m here watching life size Barbie dolls dance and shake their ass.
I knock back another lemon drop shot just praying that we leave soon. “Seb what’s your issue man? Lighten up” Anthony says
“Yea you’ve been sulking all night” Robert points out. I roll my eyes and cross my ankle over my knee knocking back a third lemon drop shot. I start feeling the liquor hit my system and the lights go out. The song partition by Beyoncé plays in the background.
“Alright everyone” the invisible MC speaks softly “next to the stage is Brown Sugar”
“Let’s go baby” anthony grabs my shoulders shaking me and I smile sitting back and slouching. I open my legs and cross my arms and I see a spotlight turn onto a chaise chair. A silhouette of a woman with big curls pushed up into into a high ponytail walks out. She has long nails, long legs but her thighs are thick. She had a curvy body a dip right above her hips leading into her luscious rotund chest. She looks naked. The curve of her ass has my mouth dry and my dick getting hard.
She starts at the bigger spherical end of the chair leaning forward embracing it. I can already hear her moans as if I were back there fucking her the way she is right now. She pulls her legs up in a planking position moving her arms down to the smaller end of the chair. Her chins and ankles move up as she extends her ass in the air arching her back. Her curls dangle in the spotlight. Who is this girl?
In a swift motion she spreads her legs swooping down in a rapid motion pulling on knee up to her chest and the other out.
I am mesmerized and hard to say the least. She arches her back off the seat and uses her heel to push herself up extending her arms and pulling out her ponytail letting her curls fall loose in the mid air. She moves upward sitting on the chair and throwing her hair back.
She gets off the chair and the background creating her silhouette is lifted and that’s when I see her. Curly blonde hair, terra colored skin, perfect natural breasts covered by a shimmery bra and a barely there thong exposing her entire ass. I’ve somehow managed to become harder as she stands there on the pole doing flips and tricks. My bottom lip is pulled between my teeth watching her move (gif up top). I watch her intently.
She comes out into the crowd and spots me. She gets on her knees crawling towards me placing her hands on my knees. Is this real? This isn’t real. Anthony and Robert cheer me on as she snakes forward our face and lips inches apart and she straddled my lap grinding against my throbbing cock. She turns around shaking her ass on my lap and I watch it bounce. I don’t wanna distract her by touching it without her permission.
“I like you” she speaks. My hands are at her hips unconsciously as she grinds on me kissing my neck. “What’s your name baby?”
“Sebastian” I moan
“I don’t usually do this but meet me in room A soon as I leave the stage”
“Ok” she stands up and kisses my cheek before getting back on stage and leaving. I stand up and the boys smirk at me.
“Aren’t you glad you came?”
“Shut up. I’ll be back” I leave hastily seeing the different colored rooms. Room A is a devil red color and I walk in and sit down.
I wait for only a minute before Brown Sugar walks in with a smirk “early. I like that”
“You were great on stage” I nod rubbing my thighs unconsciously
“Thanks” she smiles. She sits on my lap lifting my chin giving me a soft kiss on the lips.
“Oh this is for you for the performance I forgot to give it to you” I hand her 2 100 dollar bills and she smiles putting it in her bra. She wraps her legs around my waist kissing me harder this time.
We just sit there making out as she grinds on my hard-on. I almost came when she aw as grinding on me and she kissed my neck.
“Brown Sugar. You’re up next” A man outside calls. She stops and looks at me.
“I’ve gotta go” she stands up and I shield myself
“Wait can I get your number?”
She grabs a marker and writes her number on my arm “I’ll be waiting” she strides out of the room and I sigh raking my hands through my hair. I need to see her again.
Summary: You and Eliot are at each other’s throat for years. Can you solve your problems?
Pairing: Eliot Spencer x fem!Reader
Characters: Alec Hardison, Parker, Nate Ford, Sophie Deveraux
Warnings: angst, language, arguments, enemies to lovers, implied sex, you still hate each other, sexual tension, mentions of past crimes, implied abusive childhood (nothing happens)
A/N: Words in Italics are not mine. They are taken from the show.
“Why is she still here? Nate, that woman is the worst,” Eliot watches you talk to Parker, giggling as if you are suddenly best friends. He doesn’t like that you get along so well with his friends and partners. Eliot considers the team family and won’t allow you to mess with them. “It’s been four months now.”
“She’s an endless source of information, and has friends in the right positions,” Nate says while Alec watches you talk to Parker with adoration. He admires your reputation and the way you carry yourself.
“Okay. What’s with that outfit?” Ogling you Sam tries to find out why you are wearing Princess Lea cinnamon hair and a golden bikini.
“Samuel Winchester! Don’t tell me you don’t know which day it is!” Lips pursed, eyes narrow you poke one finger into his chest. “Don’t you dare to tell me so!”
“It’s May the 4th.” Sam shrugs, still not getting why you run around in a golden bikini and with an odd hairstyle. “What’s the matter? Laundry day?”
“You…you…philistine!” Offended you glare at Sam, clicking your tongue. “How dare you not knowing why this day is that important to us.”
Turning on your heels, ignoring the whistle escaping Sam’s lips you sway your hips.
“Fuck me sideways, Sweetheart.” Dean groans, eying you up and down. “I knew this costume will be useful one day.”
“It is, Baby…” Smirking you slide your hand over Dean’s chest.
He’s wearing a Han Solo costume, even holds a lightsaber in his hands. “I want to peel you out of that bikini and do dirty things to you.”
Dean’s ’lightsaber’ pokes against your belly when his hands grip your waist to bring you close to his chest.
“Oh-Mr. Solo, I want you to do dirty things to me after we ate a slice of the death star cake I made for you, Baby.”
“Cake you say…hmm…” Dean’s hands are on your ass a moment later and you smirk hearing Sam groan behind you. “Let me devour you first before we devour the cake.”
“Happy May the 4th, Baby…” Giggling you grab Dean’s hand to drag him toward your shared bedroom. “Bye Sammy, what a pity you did not know which day it is. You would be an awesome Chewbacca…”
“Happy Star Wars Day, brother…” Running after you Dean growls when your ass bounces up and down.
summary: marinette gave the man sitting before her - jason todd, he said his name was, and then looked at her as if she was supposed to know who he was - an unimpressed look as she sipped on her sixth coffee of the day.
a/n: i wrote all of this for one line at the end. i need help with jason.
Jason liked to think of himself as a mentally stable, dependable person.
Sure, he had died a few months ago, and sure, he was probably going to go insane from the Lazarus Pits, but, Jason was absolutely certain that he was still all of the things stated above.
Oh, and one more thing to add — he also liked to be positive and optimistic.
Quite like Dick actually.
He absolutely had that quality now — not like dying made him a tad bit negative, or, you know, jaded.
Yep, those were the qualities that defined Jason Todd.
Marinette looked at Jason with more than a little bit of worry and horror.
Kwami, what had this man been through?
Honestly, if he was a nutcase and Marinette had wasted her time by picking him up from the side of the road, she was going to throw a temper tantrum.
In her opinion, it was completely justified too.
She had had a terrible day, with Audrey yelling at her as soon as she walked into the office and with Hawkmoth deciding to akumatize her, with Marinette as her subject of anger.
It had been quite a feat if Marinette could say so herself, that she managed to escape from the akumatized version of Audrey.
Not without a few broken ribs, but you had to make a few sacrifices for the ‘greater good' right?
At least, that’s what Fu told her, each and every time she went to see him for advice.
It was beginning to get a bit annoying, especially when Marinette was nearing a time when she would probably have to move out of Paris if she was going to live the rest of her life.
Hawkmoth needed to be done with before that, otherwise, Marinette would be stuck in Paris, fighting a stupid villain who couldn’t get over his stupid obsession.
Marinette had promised herself to smack the man around as much as she could if she found out who he was.
Scratch that.
Making it when.
That’s right, in case you didn’t know, being positive was most definitely Marinette’s best skill in life.
Or call it false hope.
Whatever worked.
But, back to the point, if the man Marinette had spontaneously decided — certainly not with a lot of cajoling and maybe a little guilt-tripping from Tikki — to pick up from the side of the road, turned out to be someone who needed to be checked into an insane asylum, that was it.
Marinette was going to quit her job, quit her superhero duties and turn into a reclusive hermit.
Synonyms, she knows, but it just made her all the more dramatic, which was what she was going for right now.
“You need help.”
Marinette gave the man sitting before her — Jason Todd, he said his name was, and then looked at her as if she was supposed to know who he was — an unimpressed look as she sipped on her sixth coffee of the day.
She was probably going to regret it, especially this late in the night, but she couldn’t particularly bring herself to care.
Jason laughed — it sounded slightly hysterical — and leaned forward. “Oh, absolutely. I don’t deny that. But, you asked me who I was, and I explained.”
The silent message was clear: it was up to her whether she believed him or not.
Marinette decided two could play this game and leaned forward too until she was inches away from Jason’s face.
If she moved just a little closer, they would be kissing, but, there would be another time for that.
Adrien hadn’t been particularly satisfying while they were dating and often, Marinette had been subjected to help herself — if you catch her drift. After their break-up, there simply wasn’t enough time to 'help herself’ or just, you know, date someone.
If what Jason said about himself was true, then he, too, had been stuck in a dry spell like her.
What was the TikTok again?
Two best friends in a room…they might kiss or something like that.
Change the 'best friends’ to 'strangers’ and you’d basically be describing the two of them at that moment.
Pushing aside those thoughts, for now, Marinette looked challengingly into Jason’s jaded blue eyes and said, “Well, would you believe me if I said I was the one and only Ladybug, superheroine of Paris?”
Jason leaned even closer until there was barely an inch in between the two of them.
“I would.”
Each word hit her hard until Marinette was staring at him dizzily, hunger evident in her eyes.
So maybe she was a little insane too, thinking about things with a complete stranger she had picked up off the road.
What would her mother say?
Marinette could already sense Tikki’s disapproving eyes on her back, but at that moment, she didn’t particularly care especially when Jason’s soft-looking lips crashed onto hers.
That night, Marinette learned three things: one, Jason had a lot of stamina for whatever reasons, two, he was very enhanced in certain departments and three, her bed was one resilient thing.
The next morning, Marinette awoke to be wrapped in Jason’s arms to an almost suffocating degree and yet the man himself was still deeply asleep.
As she attempted to wriggle from underneath his iron band-like arms, Marinette called Jason a few choice words, none of which convinced the still asleep man to let go of her.
Eventually, Marinette was forced to stop fighting and stay in her current position, which, was admittedly quite comfortable.
That didn’t mean she had to be happy about it.
“You know you could have just woken me up, right?” Jason's deliciously sleep-ridden voice murmured in her ear.
Some parts of Marinette heated up, but mustering up all the dignity she had after last night, all Marinette said was, “I know.”
It was silent for a few moments before she spoke again. “But haven’t you heard it’s impolite to wake your hook-up before they actually do wake up?”
The breath was knocked out of her lungs when Jason flipped her onto her back, blue eyes alight with something Marinette had acquainted herself with last night.
It was quite a satisfying morning.
A few weeks later, Marinette and Jason were subtly getting off a plane to Gotham, Marinette scrolling through her phone while Jason got their suitcases.
You might be wondering — how did that happen?
Simple, really.
Jason claimed he knew people from his past life that could help Marinette and her Hawkmoth situation, but in return, he wanted her to accompany him while he reacquainted himself with his family.
After much consideration with Tikki and the other Kwamis, Marinette accepted his offer.
Having some semblance of trust in him now, Marinette waited patiently as Jason got their suitcases, rechecking that the miraculous box was with her.
She didn’t trust Jason that much to let him know of its existence.
How would she even bring it up?
Hey Jason, I forgot to mention this earlier — certainly not because I didn’t trust you — but, basically, I turn into Ladybug because of these flying creatures—
Jason’s arrival snapped her out of her thoughts.
“So,” Marinette said, as she called for a taxi. “Where exactly are you dragging me?”
“Oh, you’ll see,” Jason said, smirking.
He proceeded to direct the taxi to a location that left the driver so gobsmacked, Marinette was afraid that he was accidentally going to kill them.
“I swear to god Todd,” she muttered, looking at the now-slightly green driver. “If I die because of you, I’ll haunt you for the rest of your miserable little life.”
Jason shrugged, looking outside with something like nostalagia. “Sure. It’ll be nice to have some constant company anyway.”
Marinette rolled her eyes, turning to look outside as well.
When they arrived at the house — or mansion, would be a more apt definition, Jason paid the driver with Marinette's money — tipping him too! — and pulled a protesting Marinette out of the car.
She wasn’t an endless pocket of money like Gabriel Agreste.
Walking into the gates and the heavily-technology-guarded door, Jason walked in dramatically, with Marinette flanking him from behind.
Jason barely gave Marinette time to marvel over their surroundings before he was dragging her to a set of double-doors, slamming the door open with a loud bang.
The occupants of the room, varying in ages, stared at Jason like they had seen a ghost.
Which, Marinette thought dryly, wasn’t too far off.
“Surprise!,” Jason yelled loudly, hands flailing about dramatically. “I’m back from the dead! Isn’t that exciting?"
