#chase keith fluff

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May I request Chase Keith x reader dating hcs? Please and thank you!!

dating chase keith ᯓᡣ𐭩 headcannons

pairing : boyfriend!chase keith x girlfriend!reader [no smut]

divider credit : pics from pinterest, snowflake divider from @strangergraphics

🎧 so loser!boyfriend coded

🌀 lopsided grins, loud laughing and embarrassed blushes

🗞 always has to have some type of physical contact with you

🌃 hands intertwined while walking down the streets of LA, legs tangled together on the couch, leaning into your side at parties, etc

🎧 not the type to specifically post you but always remnants/reminders of you

🌀 an aesthetic shot of the lipgloss you left in his car with a love song attached, a stupid meme about loving his girlfriend, etc

🗞 sloppy makeout sessions at night, gentle sleepy kisses in the morning

🌃 always dedicated to getting you the perfect instagram photo

🎧 "i ❤️ my gf" shirts, sleep pants, phone case, etc

🌀 has a note on his phone of all your orders from your favorite restaurants

🗞 the sweetest boy

🌃 your sweetest boy

a/n : CHASE KEITH IS SOOOO UNDERRATED I LOVE HIM

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begging for more stories with chase 🙏🏻🙏🏻

"i said camaraderie!" ᯓᡣ𐭩 chase keith one-shot

pairing : boyfriend!chase keith x poodle!reader

summary : poodle has been invited to neiima's launch party...but chase keeps on distracting her

warning/extra tid-bits : 18+, SUGGESTIVE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DECRETION : steamy makeout session, teasing, begging, hickey-giving, sub chase tbh, i think that's all but if there is anymore please lmk!!

word count : 774 + not proof-read

divider credit : pics from pinterest, silky divider from @muruffin

"Babe, please?" Chase whined, his naturally pouty lips somehow even poutier, at this, Poodle rolled her eyes- continuing to swipe her pink tinted lip gloss over her own lips; enjoying the delightful scent of peach that emitted.

"She's your friend too, y'know." Poodle commented, slightly frustrated with her boyfriend's antics. Chase was clearly feeling extra clingy tonight and was doing every and anything in his power to get Poodle to stay with him instead of going to Neiima's launch party for her jewelry line.

Chase groaned, throwing his head back- letting his fluffy hair protect him against the wall. Poodle let out a soft laugh, "I'll be home before 9." She promised her boyfriend.

Chase grumbled a bit before being distracted by a few notifications on his phone. Not that Poodle minded, she loved her boyfriend more than all the stars combined...but she also really loved doing her makeup in silence.

Blend blend blend, tap tap tap, blend blend blend, tap tap-

“Princess…” Poodle heard from behind her, and suddenly her blush was too bright. Just as she began to set down her brush, Chase spoke again.

“Come ride on me.” He sighed, causing her to wipe around quickly- eyebrows raised in shock. “What?!” She gawked, bewildered by her boyfriend’s boldness.

Chase had the audacity to put on a dumbfounded face, “What?” He asked- a knowing smirk plastered deep onto his face. “What did you say?” Poodle repeated her question. Chase thought for a moment before laughing, “I said…cam..camaraderie.” The brunette boy lied, struggling to hold in his cheesy smile.

Poodle squinted her eyes at him, crossing her arms over her chest. “Chase, spell camaraderie.” She tested; giving him a look that made him squirm.

As expected, he could not spell camaraderie. 

Poodle rolled her eyes, standing up and absent-mindedly smoothing out her dress before sitting next to chase; looking deeply into his eyes. Chase, like the man he was, already had a goofy smile and a red-tint to his face.

Poodle’s eyes trailed from Chase’s, floating down to his curled lips and then lower to his neck that she felt was tailored just for her teeth. 

Poodle quite liked denying her boyfriend of things- consensually, of course. But god when her boyfriend looked at her with those eyes? Eyes that were practically begging her to touch him- even if that touch was just a kiss? Well…even the devil had his weaknesses.

The girl launched herself into her boyfriend’s lap, letting out a soft giggle as his hands found their way to her hips- lightly squeezing the fabric of her dress. Poodle cupped her lover’s face- pride filling her chest at how her boyfriend blushed- before colliding their lips together.

There wasn’t a fight for dominance. Chase knew his place.

Poodle guided, Chase followed. When Poodle’s tongue pushed, Chase’s mouth opened. The two weren’t new to this; far from it. Poodle’s chest pressed up against Chase’s, pushing him further into her pillows; only proving even further that Chase’s pleasure was thanks to her.

And god did it do things to the man. Chase didn’t dare mess up Poodle’s freshly styled hair, opting to just trail his hands up and down her legs, caressing them as if she was a product of Michelangelo. 

A whine slipped from Chase’s lips as Poodle pulled away, just as the man was about to beg for more- he let his eyes flutter shut as he felt Poodle’s kisses begin to sprinkle around his neck. Pure bliss filling his head. 

Poodle knew what she was doing, she knew exactly how to pleasure Chase- but right now it pleasured her to not pleasure him. However, like the spoiled lover the boy was, it didn’t take long for gentle whines to start escaping his lips. 

“Please?” He begged, she ignored. Which wasn’t new, but that didn’t make Chase any less frustrated. “Princess…please?” He asked once more, moving his neck slightly.

Poodle thought for a moment, she was about to leave the boy for at least three hours. At this realization, Poodle moved to the area on Chase’s neck that made the boy weak; peppering a few glossy-lipped kisses on it before beginning to suckle. 

Chase let out a breath of relief, sinking underneath Poodle and deeper into her mattress. “I love you, god- I love you.” Chase stammered, head clouded with the knowledge that Poodle had granted him the privilege of feeling this good.

Poodle felt a bit bad for showing up a tad bit late to Neiima’s launch party; but seeing the bright red marks she’d left all over Chase’s neck made any guilt she had fade far away.

a/n : did i write this with the intention of making chase a sub? ...no. no i did not. it just slipped out😭

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fuck 'em all but us ᯓᡣ𐭩 chase keith blurbs collection

paring : chase keith x strangeandunsettling!reader

summary : collection of blurbs based off of this thought i had

warning/extra tid-bits : drinking, taxidermy, i think that's all!

word count : 655

divider credit : umm i found all the photos on pinterest (lines from @mikeykuns)

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ meeting...

Who's that?" Chase asked, taking one of the red solo cups from Carrington's hands as the man approached him. "Who?" The taller man asked, trying to find who in the sea of influencers had caught his best friend's gaze.

"Her, in the purple." Chase's eyes stayed fixated on a girl standing near the drink mixing station- wearing a light purple dress with striped tights, her entire outfit adorned with jewelry and accessories of all shapes and sizes.

Carrington thought for a moment, "I think that's Neiima's friend."

Chase nodded, averting his gaze. "Why? D'you think she's cute? Want me to introduce-" The shorter boy quickly cut off his friend, "No!" An embarrassed blush took over his face. If Chase wanted to go up to the mysterious girl in the purple dress, he would. On his own- so he could minimize the risk of Carrington scaring the girl off.

Carrington backed off after that, finding Neiima too inform her of Chase's party crush.

Meanwhile, Chase was working up the confidence to approach said party crush- downing what was left in his cup.

"Did y'know gin 'n tonic glows in the dark?" A soft voice spoke up behind him, startling the man and causing him to choke. The girl simply stared at Chase with wide eyes, a soft smile appearing on her lips as Chase regained his composure.

It was her. Purple dress girl.

"I uh- no, I didn't know that." Chase stammered out, earning a soft hum from the girl. "It's because of the quinine...which is also used to treat malaria." She explained, not bothering to make eye contact with the boy in front of her.

Chase didn't mind, he simply smiled and nodded as he girl went on about various- mildly concerning- facts about the mosquito disease.

"Oh," The girl cut herself off after the fifth fact, "I'm sorry. I didn't ask your name, mine's Y/n." She offered her hand- her countless bracelets jingling.

Chase offered the girl a toothy grin, "Chase."

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ tarot reading...

Chase looked up from his laptop, smiling at the sight of his girlfriend. "What'dya got there?" He asked, noticing she was holding a small velvet bag.

"'I'm gonna read our cards." The girl said plainly, sitting on the edge of her bed and taking a deck of cards out of the bag. Chase closed his editing software- his interest peeked.

He watched with curious eyes as his girlfriend shuffled the deck, a single card flying out after a few moments. Chase attempted to look at it, but Y/n picked it up and examined the card closely- her eyes flickering over to his.

"You feel trapped, am I trapping you?" She asked, flashing the card to her boyfriend- who's eyes widened at the image of a devil. "What? No!" He quickly defended- worried his words fell on deaf ears as his girlfriend continued to shuffle the deck, another card falling out.

Chase once again was too slow at viewing the card. "Oh, you'll be freed from whatever's trapping you soon. That's nice." She smiled, turning the card and shoving it in her boyfriend's face- who's brows furrowed as he read the words "Death" on the card.

Chase decided not to worry too much, since his girlfriend seemed happy with the reading.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ taxidermy...

Chase ducked as he walked through the aisles of the cramped oddity shop Y/n had dragged him into.

"Baby, you know I love you but...I'm scared." The fluffy haired boy gulped, making direct eye contact with a taxidermied fox. His girlfriend simply giggled, her nose wrinkling up as a quiet snort fell from her lips- causing Chase to smile.

"I want this one." The girl decided, eagerly pointing to a taxidermy-mouse that was positioned to mimic a ballerina dancer. Chase looked at the mouse, then at his girlfriend.

"...Whatever makes you happy." The boy shrugged, only a bit worried about his girlfriend's growing collection of dead stuffed animals.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ that's all folks!

a/n : i love strange and unsettling reader because she's me i am her