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Kinktober 2022, Day 5: Ejaculating Toy
Riding That Thing
Summary: Chase loves it when you perform
Pairings: Chase Collins X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, D/s dynamics, toy play, masturbating with an audience, butt plug, squirting, unprotected sex, spitroast, swallowing, bicep choking, mentions of sharing, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.2K
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Chase hungrily gives your naked body a look over. Holding his finger up, he twirls it around, wanting you to spin your body around. Giving your ass a quick slap. The man on the couch gets excited, his body twitching around, and you don’t miss the hitch in his voice.
“What have we here?” his voice deep and rough, and you give Chase’s friend a clear view of the gold glitter plug, and giving your ass a wiggle. “It matches your other toy, huh, Angel?”
Looking over your shoulder, you nod your head at the guest, and look back at Chase, giving him a nasty kiss. “Do you know who I am?”
“August Walker,” you gulp, stepping just a bit closer to Chase.
“Good, and you know why I’m here?” you give him a nod, and Chase gives your wrist a gentle squeeze. “So what has your demon cooked up for us today?”
Without answering you saunter over to the golden dildo stuck to the floor, eyes on Chase as you go to sink down. Slowly lowering yourself over the phallic toy, all the way down to the root. Giving a bit of a whimper to Chase, but catching August smirk out of the corner of your eye.
“You took that so well, Angel,” Chase praises you, and with a nod of his head, you begin to work yourself over the toy. Bashfully casting glances over to August, but leaving most of your looks for your boyfriend.
The two men nurse a beer while they watch you work yourself over the golden cock. Tits bouncing, and Chase beams at you. Placing your hands behind you, both men stare hungrily as your snatch swallows every inch of the golden cock, “She’s a good little whore. I come home to her begging for my cock by riding that thing.”
“Turn around, Angel. I wanna see that pussy stretch out, and wanna see how that ass looks,” Chase confirms August’s order with another nod, and you spin around, really working yourself over the toy. Letting your ass bounce over it, and Chase itches to just slap each cheek.
“Dammit, she’s pretty. You come home to this?”
“I do,” you let out a lewd moan and still your movements, “Uh uh uh. I didn’t tell you that you could stop. Keep going.”
Looking over your shoulders you give him a pout, and quickly look at August, “He won’t care. There’s no need to be embarrassed. I promise.”
With a deep breath, you pound yourself over the toy, both men, slowly palming their pants. You give a cry of Chase’s name, not slowing, and you feel yourself gush. Squirting all over the floor, but he didn’t tell you to stop.
“What’s that?” August asks, pointing to the bulb in Chase’s hand. Following the hose all the way to your toy.
“She loves being filled with cum. And I will make sure she gets that.”
A low growl emitting from August has you stuttering your movements, as a heat builds up in your belly. Slamming yourself over the toy, racing for that release. Your juices fall to the floor below, and still you keep going. Your ass bouncing beautifully on the toy, and your squelching sounds fill the room.
“Put her out of her misery, Collins.”
“Come for me, Angel. You’ve done so well,” lightning courses through your veins, and you feel the added warm from your toy, and you slowly fuck yourself through it. Giving a smile behind you, when you fully sink down on the toy.
“Go on, Angel, let’s see her drip,” getting on all fours, you let the fake cum, that pales in comparison to Chase’s drip out of your hole, and the thick cream rolls out one drip at a time
“I think I need to break her in,” August says, licking his lips. His hands rub up and down his thighs, but he only looks at you with straight desire and lust.
“Nope. Not this time. You already had your fun. Maybe you should go home to your girl.”
“She knows what she signed up for,” he goes to stand, but Chase jerks him back. “You know I out rank you right?”
“You know that this isn’t regulation. I let you see her, but that doesn’t mean I want you to have her.”
“Maybe we should call the Professor,” he mentions, raising up his eyebrow.
“No,” interrupting their change of thought. “Chase, he can fuck me from behind, baby. No one has to know,” August pulls your body to the couch, leaning you over the arm, and removes himself. Watching your needy pussy clench around nothing and Chase stands up himself. Pulling out his veiny cock before sliding into your mouth.
August pushes through your slicked up walls with no time for you to adjust to his girth, just a, “You’re drenched. You can take it,” not caring that you whine at the severe stretch, sending you full force towards Chase, gagging around his length.
“Fucking hell, she’s tight. Where did you find such a whiny little Angel? So sweet, too. I bet even her pussy tastes like honey. I got room at my house for another,” you grunt out your disapproval. “Mine likes me to have others, that way her cunt isn’t so raw.”
“Shut up,” Chase tells him, while his hand lovingly moves down your face. “She won’t be going anywhere. And this is the last time. She doesn’t mind you watching her put on a show, but no more freebies. Find one of the other members’ girls to fuck.”
August grunts, and starts pounding into you. A painful pleasure radiates through your body, and you don’t know whether to be turned on or scream out.
But when he pulls out of you, and you gush onto the couch, leaving him to smirk, before slamming back into you, you can’t stop the mewls that are muffled by Chase’s cock. A few more thrusts before pulling out again, and your juices squirt onto his thighs. “He make you do that, Angel?”
“Why do you think we usually have sex in the floor?” Chase moans at the way your throat wraps perfectly around him. Making those sweet little yips that tell you just how close he is. “I’m…I’m gonna — Angel!” His head looks up at the ceiling and he pants out your name as his warm seeds spurts into the back of your throat. Some of his thick cum escapes from your mouth, but he wipes it up, to push back into your whore mouth.
August still slams into your ass, and wraps his arm around you. His bulging bicep closes off your air, and you start to see stars. Whimpering out Chase’s name, only makes him shove into you harder. He meant for you to feel him for weeks later, but your only thought is Chase. His pouty little lips as he watches your face turn up in pleasure. “This tight little pussy has got me in a vice grip. You want it in your cunt or on your back.”
“My back. I only want Chase’s cum inside me,” grabbing your hips, he uses you to fuck him. Getting so much deeper than before. Stuttering his movements, before pulling out, and shooting his thick cream all up your back.
“Well, it’s been fun. I’ll see you guys at the next mission. Angel, you were much better this time around,” you roll your eyes, going to stand up, but lose balance, but Chase catches you, and holds on gently to your spent body, August gives you a wave with his head, “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
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Title: One Night Only
Pairing: Chase Collins x F!Reader
Word Count: 2k +
Tags: 18+ MDNI, smut, fluff, bedsharing, praise kink, fingering (female receiving), unprotected sex, possible dubcon (Idk if this classifies as that so I'm tagging just in case), pet names, cuddling, biting, marking, nipple play, begging, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think that's it.
Written For: @sebastianstanbingo and @kinktober2022
Squares Filled: Bedsharing for Kinktober and Square B5 - One Bed for Sebastian Stan Bingo
Beta(s): T. Thompson and A. DiLorenza
Title Card: Yours Truly
"Well, that's just fucking great!"
You sigh as you look at the soaked floor of your dorm room. It hasn't even been a week since you moved in and things were already going south.
Thankfully, you're able to save your school books and important papers, but almost everything else the water touched is ruined. Your bedframe, the dresser, and the desk, they're all made of wood that is now saturated.
Just as you're about to call your RA, a knock sounds on your door.
"Y/N? Hey, is water leaking into your room too?"
You open it and groan, "unfortunately, yes. I was actually just about to call you, Dee. What are we supposed to do? The rain isn't set to stop for another twelve hours."
She looks around your room briefly before training her eyes back on you. Her eyes look tired like she's been trying to desperately control this uncontrollable situation for hours.
"I've got good news and bad news," she runs a hand through her curly hair. "The good news is that the school is going to have new furniture in all of our rooms by the end of the day tomorrow."
You gaze at her warily. "And the bad news?"
Dee almost winces and you know what she's going to say before she even opens her mouth. You shake your head and take a step back.
"No. Absolutely not. I am not, under any circumstances, sharing a room with Chase."
"Y/N, please...can't you just put aside your differences for one night? Besides, I didn't pick who had to sleep where."
Chase fucking Collins, one of the most arrogant, self-centered people you've ever met, hit on practically any woman with a heartbeat. He'd recently taken a liking to you and you had made it perfectly clear to him that you weren't interested.
That didn't stop him from trying to get in your pants every chance he got, though. Why couldn't he just accept that you just didn't want him? Girls threw themselves at him all the time anyway, so it wasn't like it was hard for him to get laid.
You took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Dee was right, this wasn't her fault.
"Fine," you shrug, "I'll get my things. I've survived the last three weeks of him drooling over me so I sure as hell can survive one more night of it."
An hour later you stand outside Chase's door with the same sour look on your face from earlier. You don't even want to knock. The thought of spending any amount of alone time with him sounds about as fun as laying on a bed of nails.
Maybe you can sleep in the hallway or, come to think of it, who even needs sleep? College is about pulling all-nighters and eating your weight in Ramen, right? Before you can turn and walk away, Chase's door opens, his eyes raking over you like a hungry wolf would when seeing a lamb.
"Well, if it isn't Y/N. Have you finally come over to be my pretty little plaything?"
You roll your eyes and shove past him. "In your dreams, Collins. I'm only here because I have to be."
His eyes follow your figure as you walk to the middle of his room. "And," he shuts his door and leans against it, "may I ask why?"
You huff, "because this place is a fucking dump, and the roof leaks in the girl's dorm area. Now that you've asked your question, I've got one. Where's the other bed?"
He smirks and you swear you see his eyes flicker to a deep onyx. "There's only one, sweetheart. Don't worry though, we can share mine."
Your arms cross over your chest, "you can't be serious. I'm not sleeping with you, Chase. I'm here for one night until they put new furniture in my room. I'll just take the floor."
Chase watches with an amused look on his face as you grab the comforter off of his bed and throw your sweater down as a pillow.
"Suit yourself. Also, I hope you don't mind," he looks directly into your narrowed eyes and grins as he undoes the button on his jeans and slides them down his legs, "I sleep naked."
Your eyes go wide and you look away just as he takes his boxers off. "Whatever. Even if I did mind it's not like it matters."
He doesn't say anything else to you as you lay against his dresser. His room looks like yours only it's tailored to his style. It smells like him and you hate that you like it.
You really, really like it.
You close your eyes and try to ignore the fact that Chase is only a couple of feet away from you laying in his bed. Wearing nothing but one of his stupid, smug smiles on his face. At least, that's how you picture him.
Annoyingly, the floor isn't at all comfortable, but you stick to your guns and try your best to adjust. About forty-five minutes later, you finally fall asleep.
You wake up shivering.
Even with the comforter wrapped around you like a cocoon it still feels like you're in the arctic. You touch the screen on your phone and groan. It's only three in the morning and there's no way you're going to be able to go back to sleep with how cold it is.
"I can hear your teeth chattering all the way over here." Even if you can't see his face, you just know he's smirking.
"Well, if you didn't keep your room so fucking freezing then you wouldn't have to hear them."
"You know, the offer still stands, Y/N. You'll be much warmer if you come up here with me."
As much as you absolutely loathe the thought of giving in, the hard, cold floor isn't doing you any favors. Plus you have a test in the morning and you want to be well rested for it.
"Fine. But no funny business, Collins."
You untangle yourself from the comforter and begrudgingly stand up. Chase lifts the sheets and pats the empty space next to him.
Grabbing one of his extra pillows, you slide in beside him keeping as much distance as possible between the two of you.
"Just stay on your side of the bed and we'll be fine."
He chuckles, "whatever you say, sweetheart."
For a few moments, neither of you says anything. You're facing toward his dresser while he faces you. Even with all of the blankets you still can't get warm. You feel his fingers brush your arm and you jump.
"Jesus, Y/N, you're shivering." He wraps his arm around your torso and pulls you back against him with ease, "come here."
"Chase?! What are you doing?! I said-"
"I know what you said, but we both need to sleep and that's not going to happen if you're shaking like this. Now relax for me, okay?"
"...Okay." You have to admit, he is extremely warm. And you don't exactly hate the way it feels to have his big hand splayed across your bare stomach.
He nuzzles against the back of your neck, his warm breaths tickling your exposed skin. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to ignore the coil of arousal blooming in your core. No, there is no way, no way, you're letting yourself be attracted to Chase and his womanizer reputation.
"I can hear your heart racing, sweetheart." His fingertips play with the hem of your sleep shorts just barely sliding underneath them. "You say you don't want me, but," Chase moves closer and you can feel his arousal pressing against your lower back, "your body tells me a different story."
You gasp, "Chase...I-"
"Shh, let me warm you up, baby."
His fingers slip between your folds and he groans, "oh, princess, you're already so wet." He circles your clit slowly, a moan falling from your lips. "That's it, Y/N."
You tilt your head back to rest on his shoulder, your hips thrusting up to meet the pads of his fingers. Chase begins to trail kisses along the side of your throat, your pulse thrumming wildly against his parted lips.
"Mmm, so pretty, sugar. Let's see if we can warm you up even more." He pushes his middle and ring fingers inside of you making you whimper.
"Oh, God...Chase!"
"That's right baby," he can't help rutting against you, his cock beginning to leak from how you're pushing back into him.
"Please! I- Oh, fuck...I need more."
"More? You mean like this?" He quickens his movements, curling his fingertips upward every so often. It's just enough to graze that specific place that makes you keen with want.
Any amount of protest you had left in your body dissipates as you feel your previous simmer of arousal turn into a full-fledged inferno. Chase's low, sultry voice in your ear makes your body erupt with goosebumps, and you can't help the whine you make when he nips at your earlobe.
"Doing so good for me, sweetheart. Wanna see you cum for me though. Come on, Y/N, you're right there. I can feel how close you are. Show me, baby. Cum all over my fingers."
You fist the sheets as your legs begin to tremble. The heel of his hand rubs your bundle of nerves every time he plunges into your soaked cunt.
"Oh, Chase! Fuck, I-I'm gonna...gonna cum!"
Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, the force of it making your eyes roll back of their own volition. Chase doesn't stop, the overstimulation causes your body to shake with aftershocks.
"Oh, baby... you look so beautiful cumming around my fingers. Such a good girl for me. Think you can do it again around my cock?"
You're panting as he rolls you onto your back. Chase towers over you, his once electric blue eyes now completely black.
"Don't be scared, sweetheart. I won't hurt you." He leans down on his forearms and captures your lips in a predatory kiss. He licks into your mouth, and his tongue tangles with yours, hot and dominant.
"Chase, what ... are you?"
He smirks, "I'm one of the sons of Ipswich, honey." He brings the two fingers that were just buried inside of you between his lips and moans around them. "You taste like heaven, Y/N."
Those same two fingers hover above your wide-eyed gaze briefly before flicking upwards. Immediately your wrists are held above your head and you realize you're unable to move them.
It dawns on you that he used magic to restrain you and, fuck, if that wasn't the hottest fucking thing anyone's ever done to you.
"Please...," you try to reach down and wrap your hand around his erection, but to no avail.
"Someone's eager," he growls and you roll your eyes.
"I swear to fucking god if you don't fuck me right now-"
"I hate to break it to you, sugar, but I'm not the one restrained here." You huff as he chuckles and you aren't sure if it's more condescending or authoritative.
"Chase! I'm not kid-AH!" Before you can finish, he lines himself up and effectively shuts you up with his dick.
"You're so demanding, pretty girl... - oh, fuck - and so damn tight!"
Your wrap your legs around his waist as he starts to move his hips. He's thick, the thickest you've had, and the way his cock nudges your sweet spot makes your toes curl.
"Oh, my fucking god, oh, Chase! Baby, you feel so good!"
He peppers open-mouthed kisses anywhere he can reach as he fucks you slow and deep. "Yeah, princess? Do you like the way I fuck this tight little pussy? I can feel the way your I pulling me in, sweetheart."
Chase cups your breasts and leans down to roll his tongue over one of your nipples. His name is a cry of pleasure from your lips as you arch into his touch, the familiar heat from before rekindling low in your belly.
He kisses you again, his teeth sinking deliciously into your lower lip. It's filthy, almost as if he's claiming you as he continues to mark your skin.
"You're so fuckin' hot, baby. These beautiful tits, this perfect little pussy, and those aren't even the best parts of you. God, you're a dream, Y/N."
"Chase, please!"
He brushes the pad of his thumb over your kiss-swollen bottom lip, "I got you, sugar. I'll give you what you need."
Chase lifts one of your legs onto his shoulder and both of you groan, the new angle making his cock go impossibly deeper.
He fucks you at a punishing pace, hard and precise as the flared head of his dick hits your spot on every thrust.
You can't get enough of him. His coal-black eyes stare down at you, his skin glistens with beads of sweat, and little grunts and moans fall from his smooth, parted lips. It lights an eternal flame inside you, and you know you're a goner for him.
"Oh, god... oh, god, I'm gonna cum again. Chase, I'm gonna cum!"
He draws circles around your clit that match perfectly in time with his thrusts, his eyes shut tight now that you're beginning to clench around him.
"C'mon, Princess...do it. Cum on my cock, Y/N. Fuck, baby, you're gonna make me cum. Yeah, that's it...just like that! Oh, oh, FUCK!"
Chase stills inside of you just as you come undone for him a second time. Both of you are panting as he lets go of your leg and buries his face in the crook of your neck.
You lay there for a few moments, just breathing together until he finally looks at you again. His eyes are back to the beautiful blue that you're used to and you smile as he cups your cheek.
"You can move your hands, honey. They're not restrained anymore."
"Thanks," you grin and wrap them around his neck.
He kisses you sweetly and pulls out of you gently.
"I'm glad you're warm now, sweetheart."
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Why am I in the mood for chase collins? 💀 Anyway maybe could you write something about him finger fucking and going down on virgin/innocent reader?
Because sometimes Chase Collins just hits different lol
Chase Collins x Reader; dub!con, finger fucking, oral sex f receiving, orgasm delay, innocent reader- NOT underage
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"Come on baby, just a little something, lemme make you feel good, so good," Chase goaded, pressing you against the wall. You shivered, eyes wide as you stared at his hand on your chest. His fingers traveled down your stomach, sliding under your waistband until he could get his hand in your pants, long fingers immediately finding how wet you were.
"Oh lookie here baby, you're already ready for me? Can just slide my fingers right in, fuck baby." Chase's fingers stroked your inner walls, finding your spot making you gasp. He rubbed back and forth, building you up fast and hard, before pulling his hand free from your pants, holding his fingers up to his mouth. He slowly sucked them, eyeing you as you trembled, so close to orgasm but pulled away before you could reach it.
"Chase please," you gasped, begging, for something, more, anything. He grinned wickedly at you, sliding his fingers into your mouth. You sucked them like he did, slowly pulling your head back against the wall and off his fingers, still faintly tasting of you.
"Fuck baby, I'm already destroying you aren't I? Barely even fingered you and you're already begging for me. Yeah, you want me, know you do baby, but you're gonna have to wait. I said I'd ease you into this and I'm going to." Chase pressed a quick kiss to your lips, getting on his knees and pulling your pants down along with your underwear.
Your face flushed as he stared at your bare pussy. He leaned forwards, pressing your legs apart, making you slide down on the wall a little. He gripped your thighs, helping you brace against his shoulders. He pressed his face between your legs, immediately licking through your folds.
You squirmed, sensation strange but good. He wiggled his tongue, sticking it into your cunt and pulling out, licking his lips. He dove back in, sucking at you, trying to get as much of your slick wetness as he could.
"Chase! I- I think it's happening!" you cried, hands in his hair, holding on as you curled forwards around his head. His hands pressed your hips hard against the wall, holding you up as you came, shaking as you nearly accidentally smothered him.
You sat back up, Chase pulling away, both of you gasping for air. Your legs were trembling, and they gave out, making you collapse onto Chase's lap. His arms came up, wrapping around you.
"Perfect baby, you're gonna be fucking perfect when I fuck you, I know it."
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All Hallows Eve, Chase Collins
Word Count: 850
Warnings: noncon relationship, mentions of sacrifice, power trip, manipulation, implied smut
“And the sacrifice of a virgin wil-“
“Are you being serious right now?” one of your friends scoffed, “this is the dumbest scary story I’ve ever heard…”
“Well, it’s a true story, so shut up, Evelyn.”
“It’s not a true story, Dahlia,” she scoffed, nudging you, “this didn’t happen to you.”
“I didn’t say that it happened to me,” you laughed, gently shoving her back, “come on, let me finish it.”
“I think I’ve heard of this story,” the smug brunette who had his arm wrapped around your friend chuckled, “only…the coven of witches was a group of old hags…right? And they sacrificed the girl on Halloween for protection…you’re supposed to feel bad for them or something.”
“Chase don’t ruin Dahlia’s story!” the guy who had his arm around you laughed, “come on baby…finish the story. I want to know how it ends…”
“That was it,” you frowned, knowing that your friend’s date had ruined the ending to your story, “it’s an old ghost story that was supposedly true…the town’s founders were burnt at the stake after being tried as witches…”
“Wasn’t your family one of the town’s founders?” Evelyn laughed, “your family are witches, huh?”
“Supposedly,” you laughed, shrugging your shoulders, “don’t piss me off, or maybe I’ll curse you.”
The two of you started laughing, and then suddenly the fire that the four of you sat around went out. Your laughter stopped, and so did Evelyn’s.
“What the hell was that?” she asked.
“Probably the wind,” your date shrugged, “I mean we’re out in the middle of a field having a bonfire on Halloween.”
“There’s no wind, Jack,” you said nervously, your heart racing as you wondered what on earth had caused a full-blown fire to go out like it was on a light switch. A chill ran up your spine, and you looked at him, “maybe we should leave…it-it’s after midnight.”
“Oh, come on…where’s the fun in that,” your friend’s date teased. You felt another shiver run down your spine. You couldn’t see two feet in front of yourself, but yet, you could see the way his eyes nearly looked through your soul. You felt like every piece of you wanted to fall, your soul being ripped away from your body, but yet, you couldn’t look away from his haunting, steely eyes, “Dahlia.”
“Huh?”
“You zoned out!” your friend said quickly. You looked up to see her hand in front of your face. She was standing, “come on…this is creepy…let’s go.”
“Y-Yeah…”
The four of you drove back to the dorms in silence, the school seeming eerie in the middle of the night. You were quick to hide yourself away in your room, ignoring the pleading eyes of your date. You looked at your phone.
2:47 AM.
October 31.
The witching hour was almost here.
You felt another shiver down your spine; the eeriness getting to you once again. You tried to ignore it, instead choosing to focus on getting changed and ready for bed. While you didn’t have classes tomorrow, something about the night just made you want to crawl away and hide from your friends.
But then you felt a presence.
You flipped around, and found Chase, staring at you from the entrance of your bathroom.
“H-how did you get in here?” you asked nervously, your heart racing yet again. He smiled, “were you watching me get changed, you creep?”
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you, Dahlia,” he whispered, his voice feeling like it was echoing through your bones, “they hid you away so well…but I finally found you…”
“What are you talking about?”
“You belong to me, sweetheart,” he smirked, “your little tale…was a protection spell…those hags were the coven that was supposed to protect your family line…”
“You’re crazy.”
“No!’ The way he whispered it, your soul felt like it wanted to rip through your body once again. You felt a magnetic pull as you stared at him, and his smile only grew, “you feel it, don’t you?”
“WH-what are you doing to me?” you asked, “what did you do to me?”
“I didn’t do anything. We’re two cast out heirs of the towns here. We are supposed to reclaim what is ours. What we are rightfully owed. We’re meant to be together, Dahlia,” he whispered gently, suddenly holding you in his arms, “and our union is happening tonight…on the most special of nights for our kind…”
“O-our kind?”
“Things happen to you…I saw it with my own eyes,” he replied instantly, “the fire…that was you. That was your magic seeping through.”
“No…magic? That-that was part of the story. Y-you’re crazy.”
“Tonight, we create a coven, my sweet, witchy bride,” he purred, leaning in to sniff your neck. He groaned against your throat, and you felt instant butterflies, your body reacting to his. His hands slid down to your hips and you felt your thighs clenching. One hand ran over your stomach, and he caressed it gently, “the beginning of our coven…we’ll have the most powerful of them all, my bride. You’ll be their queen, and I’ll rule them all with an iron fist.”
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The fifth son of Ipswich.
And the last chapter @reelovesbuckybarnes. If anyone missed the first one here it is.
Mind the tags, everyone. (If I forgot any tag, let me know, please!)
Tags: Romance, happy ending, smut, magic.
TW: Blood, smut, toxic relationship, jealousy, cursing, fighting, love (lol).
Please if you are underaged do not interact!
AO3.
Summary:
Your relationship with Chase Collins is far from healthy. He pushes and pulls you as he pleases, whenever he wants it. Although you hate how much power he has over you, you happily play along. Little does he know that ‘daughter of Salem’ means much more than the word witch. And being one of them, you know very well what they are capable of doing.
Chapter 3 – Sacrifices.
Your eyes stared at the floor. While the four of them discussed and argued because of your plan, you couldn't help but feel dread fill your heart.
"Are you sure you can do this," Caleb asked from his mother's side.
You looked around you. The descendants of Putnam sure had had a life of luxury and glory. With houses, money, and whatever the fuck they wanted. You took a deep breath and looked at his mother first, then at him.
"I am a daughter of Salem, boy. Don't ever doubt what I can or can't do." The iciness in your tone made him narrow his eyes at you. The threat in the undertone not unnoticed. "While you lived here in a life we could only dream. We were hunted and killed. Tortured and abused. I guess that's part of being a woman. We hid while you threw parties. We cried while you laughed openly."
"I didn't-"
"Then believe my words, boy. It will work."
The silence between the two of you lingered long enough to leave a bitter taste in your mouth.
Reid was the one to cut the tension. "It doesn't mean we will accept him."
"I don't expect you to." You turned his way. Your eyes watching his movements. A snake made its way down your neck from behind your nape and disappeared into your cleavage. "He was an outsider, cast aside and left in the dark. No one there to take his hand and lead him to a tall tale of good and bad. No one to teach him what was right… Still, it isn't an excuse to behave like he did. Maybe if you could see through his eyes what the addiction does, you would at least understand." You stood. Slowly, dangerously, calculating. "Should I show you, boy?" When you lifted your hand for him to take, he took a couple of steps back.
"Enough of that," Caleb ordered you both, and you couldn't stop the smile from spreading across your face. "Reid is right. He's hurt too many of ours. We can't Forgive that."
"Ahhhh! And there it is." You walked up to him, but his mother pulled him behind her. "Your heart is as dark as his, Caleb."
"My son is nothing like him!"
"Isn't he?" You turned your palm up, and Caleb's voice echoed in the air. 'He's hurt too many of ours.'
"You know I didn't mean-"
"I don't give a fuck about it, Caleb. Save your excuses. I'm not interested. I want to save Chase. Even if he hates me. I can save him. Show him what he can be. Remove the shadow around his heart and let him know what breathing feels like. Not to have an evil and cruel whisper twenty-four hours on your ear telling you that you need just one more. One more time. Your last hope. He is afraid. Terrified. Something you just came to understand the last days while he had to live with it most of his life. So don't try to sell me your bullshit. Get your asses out of here and go meet us. The others who are gifted. The real survivors of the trials. And maybe you will learn some real tricks."
"I'm not invalidating your suffering, nor his. All I'm saying is that he can't stay after we are done."
"Oh, boy. Selfish until the end."
"Stop calling me boy. And why am I selfish?"
"You don't need to be friends with him. Forgive him or whatever the fuck you want to call him. But all of this started because your ancestor cast his family aside. He was in the dark, and the dark taught him. I think it's time he sees the light, and who better for that than four of you."
"That's not gonna happen," Reid said.
"Shush, boy. Grown-ups are talking now," you said without looking at him.
"You-"
"Reid!"
"Caleb?" Reid's voice as angry and uncontrolled as always.
"Take him away. Teach him to behave, and return when he's learned and is ready to apologize." The words came from Caleb's mother's mouth. Surprising everyone. "He did awful things, but awful things were done to him. The boy was given no opportunity, and we offer him one. Only one. Do you understand me?"
"Crystal clear."
"Good. Let's get this over with." She walked to the couch and sat. Her fingers trembled when she reached for another cigarette.
"How exactly will this work?" Caleb asked, sitting on the couch next to you.
You smiled at him. Sadness mixed with resolve. You walked to the center of the room. The snake circled down your leg and slithered its way to the table. Rolling itself in a ball, it soon became a box. "Here." You opened it and watched as the boys approached.
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You arrived just in time to see Chase over Caleb. He held the other's head, trying to take his powers. With a flick of your hand, Chase flew into the trees, and you ran to help Caleb up. "Are you okay, boy?"
Groaning in pain, he looked at you. "I'm not a boy."
You laughed. "No, you're not. But I like teasing you anyway."
From amidst the trees, you heard the roar of a wounded animal.
"What are you doing?" Chase’s voice right behind your ear.
Not turning to look at him, you helped Caleb up.
"What are you doing?" He tried to use his powers on both of you but failed. "How? What have you done?"
"You never listened, babe. And that was your biggest mistake." You turned to stare at him. "I already told you. I am a fucking daughter of Salem." Vines shot out of the ground and held Chase in place long enough for you to approach him. "Please, Chase. I'm begging you. Stop this."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't."
"Yes, I fucking will." He screamed at your face. Your vines dead on the floor. His fingers around your neck squeezing until you almost passed out.
Caleb took him off of you. And they resumed their fight. There, lying on the floor, you let tears get lost between the raindrops. The sounds of their battle raging in the air.
"Enough," you said to the air. "Enough."
Time stood Still. You stood and walked to them. The immobile raindrops decorated the air like plastic beads. As you touched them, they flew away from your body until they again floated in the air.
You neared Chase. An unmoving statue hovering above the ground. His eyes followed your movements but were unable to do anything. You touched his lips, and everything around him was set loose while he remained. A beautiful and dangerous statue in the air. You heard Caleb grunting when he crashed against the ground.
A chaste kiss you planted on Chase’s lips, and soon he asked you, "Why?"
"You know the answer, babe."
"How could you do this to me? Betray me like that?" His eyes searching yours. "I love you."
You laughed at his words. "I always wanted to hear you say that." You laughed again before kissing him. "Daydreamed about it." Your fingers tucked a strand of his hair from his face. "I never betrayed you. I was always honest. I told you I would find a way, and I did."
"A spell?"
"Of course."
"So, you're just going to spill nonsense, and I'll be cured?" He scoffed. "Is that how this will work?"
"No. It's more complicated than that." You walked away from him. "You see. For the spell to work, you must accept it. Willingly and with an open heart."
"Then it will never work."
"It's a binding spell, Chase."
His eyes narrowed at you. "So, you're binding me to you."
"I wish it was that."
A moment of silence passed between you two. When Caleb stood by your side, Chase's eyes filled with anger. "You want to bind me to them? I won't allow it. They would never accept it."
Caleb's voice filled with disgust. "Wrong again."
"The spell needs to be willingly accepted. Offerings." You took a deep breath. "Peace, thankfulness, friendship, new beginnings." You walked to him. Pecking his lips. "One offering per bind."
"You tricked me." His words filled with rage.
"I did. You wouldn't let me. That was the only way."
"You lied to me. All you need from me is that I vanish."
"Oh, Chase. I did it because I love you. And I know you will hate me. But here I am. I will save your life, and that's enough for me."
"I won't accept it. You can't force me."
"Hear me, and then you can decide." You looked over your shoulder. Silently telling Caleb to go take Sarah away from there. "If you decide you won't take my offering, we die here. Tonight. Together. Because I won't allow you to hurt anyone else."
Chase laughed. "Don't waste your words. Get me out of this, and let's do this."
"Here is how it works." You flicked your hand, and he was silent again. "I'll bind the five of you. You won't be able to harm each other directly. If one of you gets killed, everyone dies. If you die of natural causes, nothing happens. Your powers will be equally distributed. Balanced. It also goes to your addiction. Dividing it, it will be manageable. You won't age when you use your powers, but there is a catch. The more you use it, the more it weakens. it will never go away, but it will never be as strong as before." You flicked your hand, and he could speak again.
"A spell this powerful must have a price." He shook his head. "What are you going to win with this.? And more importantly… what are you losing?"
"I get you out. You can have a normal life. Be happy."
"But?"
"What I lose is my business."
Chase laughed. "And I'm only to accept that?"
"Yes."
Chase opened his mouth to speak. You could see anger, and rage, and something rotten irradiating from him. But his words were softly spoken. They told you about feelings you knew were there. That they had always been there. "I'm scared. This is all I've ever known."
"You have me."
"I know."
"I love you."
"I know."
"Let me hear you say it again."
"Let me go, and I'll say it as many times as you want."
His eyes never met yours. You took the hair out of your face and cursed. "Fine!"
You watched as he fell to the ground. His hand reached for you, and when you grabbed it, he pulled it down. His lips crashed against yours. His kiss urgent.
"I'm scared, babe."
"I'm here. I'm here, Chase."
"I love you. Fuck I love you so much." He kissed you again.
"The others have already accepted my final offering. It's only you now. Please, babe. Accept my offering."
"When did they-?"
"I came from the hospital. I gathered them at Caleb's and told them everything. You're the only one remaining."
"Tell me what you lose, and I will willingly, gladly accept it."
"It doesn't matter. What matters is that you are free."
"No. These are my terms. You will have to tell me if you want me to accept it."
"That's not fair."
"Then we die here." Two black daggers materialized on his hands. "Together."
"No one else dies." Caleb's voice startled them. "Except her."
"What?" Chase's shocked eyes searched yours. "One life for a life?"
You gave Caleb a pointed look. "I won't die immediately. I'll have some time."
"How long?"
"Chase.” You grabbed his clothes and pulled him closer. “Accept the offering."
"How long, Caleb?"
"Don't answer him, boy!"
"A few weeks, maybe months."
"No. That's not… I will not accept it." He embraced you. "I won't lose you. I've lost too much already." He kissed you. It tasted of fear.
"Chase, please…"
"There must be another away."
"There is." Reid's voice cut through the air.
"No, there isn't. I looked for it, and there isn't. Still, it's worth it, babe."
Not looking at you, Chase addressed Caleb. "What do I have to do."
"it's not an answer per se. We can put her under a paralysis spell until we find a permanent solution."
"But?" You said nonchalantly.
"If we don't find one. The moment we wake you up, you can die."
"So, I don't get to live my final days with him." You said between gritted teeth.
"Look at your options, daughter of Salem. Get your wish granted, and Chase lives to know a better life, or both of you die."
Chase took you in his arms. "I accept it. Whatever the offering is, I accept it if you let us put the spell on you." He cupped your face. "Please. Please, babe."
You took deep breaths. Ran your fingers over your hair.
"I won't give up. I will find a way. Just like you found one for me, I will find one for you."
You didn't stop the tears. In fact, you didn't notice them on your cheeks. "An offering of kindness." You reached for your heart and took a small piece of your soul. "I offer you kindness." You extended your hand to Chase. A small white sphere floating in the air.
Chase's brow furrowed. His hand closed around yours, and he placed them on his own chest. Warmth filled his being.
"Let's get out of here," Caleb advised, already walking away.
Caleb took you back to his house. His car cruising the dark roads. You sat with Chase in the back, and he whispered sweet nothings and promises in your ear. Promises of a future together. Only you and him.
You were greeted with a strained smile and a reassuring nod. They led you down a spiraling stair. A bed had been made for you. It floated in the air between the bookshelves filled with dark knowledge and witchcraft. Although the place was illuminated and warmed by the fire, it looked as cold as night outside.
"You'll stay here where it's safe." Caleb smiled your way. "I promise nothing will happen to her, Chase. You are welcome to visit whenever you want."
"Good." Was his short reply.
He helped you up to the bed and kissed you softly. "I will see you in a moment, Love."
You chuckled at the word. "I love you."
Chase smiled at you before a large book was taken from the bookshelf on the other side of the room. It opened by itself, and the four of them started the incantation. Your eyes grew heavy, and as much as you tried to keep them open, the most you could do was blink.
Once, twice, then three times. Chase's eyes on yours. Always. When you blinked again, there he was. A few years older. A relieved smile on his face.
"Hello, love."
His warm hand caressing your cheek. Your attention entirely on him when you heard a voice.
"Oh, for fuck's sake. It finally worked."
Chase rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Why don't you shut the fuck up, Reid. I'm trying to set a romantic mood here."
You chuckled. You laughed. You rejoiced.
Chase helped you up, and you looked around. The four, no, the five sons of Ipswich stood around.
"Take it easy. You haven't used your legs in quite a few years."
"I can see the passage of time on your faces."
"What?" She isn't even up yet and is already-"
"Just shut up, Reid." Chase shook his head and leaned in for a kiss. One that you wanted but refused. "What's wrong?" His brow furrowed.
"How long have I been sleeping? I must have the worst breath ever."
"I really don't give a fuck about it. I've been waiting for it for five years." The sons laughed, and Chase pulled you in for a deep kiss.
"Couldn't you wait for five minutes more?"
Chase kissed you again just to make his point clear. He took you in his arms and carried you bridal style all the way upstairs. Sitting you on the couch, he pushed a cart your way. One filled with all types of food and drinks you have ever loved.
You looked around and saw the boys having fun. Chase laughing with them. His hand resting gently on your knee.
You had lost five years of his life….
But what was five compared to the rest of your lives?
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Roy Kent*Locker Room
Pairing: Season one!Roy Kent x f!reader
Word count: 2063
Warnings: swearing (kent style), m! receiving oral, voyeurism/exhibitionism, Jamie flirting with reader, Roy’s inner thoughts aka light violence, smut 18+
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Jamie fucking Tartt was about to get his front teeth knocked out his fucking skull if he didn’t back the fuck down was all Roy could think about during practise. that and knocking him over the head with a heavy rope, or a rock, or his fist, or his shoe, or really anything. of course, the American didn’t see the harm in Jamie running up and down the pitch like a twat but as captain Roy wanted nothing more than to ship all three of them back on a plane to wherever the hell the cowboy came from.
the only solace Roy got during that practise was your text saying you would pick him up after practise for a surprise date. for a moment it actually brought a smile to his face. that was till he caught sight of Tartt doing his own chant, so he sent back a quick ‘love u’ text before going to yell at the knob head celebrating a fake match.
Roy counted down the seconds till he could get off this damn pitch however when coach lasso called, he decided to fall back. by making sure Roy was the last one in the locker room and showers he could make sure he was as far back from Jamie Tartt who was running like he was being chased. if only it was Roy chasing him with a big stick.
anyone who spoke to him only received a grunt in return. as Roy came back from the showers with only a towel round his waist most of the team had left. Jamie was at his locker taking his stupid tongue out selfies as Issac said a quick goodbye to him, dodging Roys gaze as he and Collin split, Sam not far behind.
Roy inwardly smiled at the way Nathan ran out the room when he walked in. when he got to his locker the first thing, he did was check his phone to discover you were already here, so he quickly let you know he just had to get changed. when lasso and beard tried to say goodbye Roy just grunted as he pulled on his jeans.
when he glanced behind him, he was grateful to see Jamie finally sauntering out the room, not even bothering to say goodbye to his captain to which Roy was thankful for. when the door shut behind Jamie Roy let out a sigh of relief being the only one left in the room.
you however had decided not to wait in the car and just meet Roy in the locker room. you nodded and smiled to all the boys you passed but didn’t stop to talk since you weren’t there for them. as Isaac and colin left the two wondered how in the hell you and Roy worked considering you were always kind and happy whereas Roy was, well Roy.
You were barely able to slip passed ted and beard with just a howdy hello. However only one of the boys managed to stop you in your path, “Look who it is,” Jamie grinned, opening his arms out wide making you roll your eyes with a smile, “Its Mrs grampa,”
“Hello to you too Tartt,”
“Don’t worry love I won’t keep ya. Can’t risk grampa having to wait for his sponge bath,”
You rolled your eyes again as you kept walking, knowing full well Jamie was staring at your arse, “You’re just jealous he gets one and you don’t,” you grinned, excited to finally see your boyfriend after a long day.
“If you ever wanna be with a real footballer love you’ve got my number,” he said, clicking his tongue and firing finger guns at you before spinning on his heels and finally leaving.
you were laughing quietly as you opened the door to the locker room, finally laying eyes on your boyfriend. Roy looked up with a stone face, but a smile fell over it when he saw you, “What’s got you laughing then princess?” he asked as he fastened his belt.
“Just Jamie being a prick,” you said as you walked up to him. before Roy could start his impending rant, you looped your fingers in his belt loops, pulling him closer, “Sad I missed the show though,” you smirked, leaning up to kiss him.
Roy practically melted into your touch as his hand cupped your jaw, his other resting on your hip, “Im sure I could hit rewind for you,” he teased as he pulled back, his hands moving to your back to pull your body flush against his, “I’ve missed you,”
“You saw me this morning babe,” you laughed as your arms moved to rest over his shoulders.
Roy chuckled, his eyes glancing down, “Been thinking about you all day,”
“What about me specifically?” you teased, catching another quick peck.
his hands slid down your back slowly before he suddenly slapped your arse making you have yelped half squeal. “You know exactly what I’ve been thinking about. walking in here looking like this,”
“Looking like what?” you said, leaning in so your nose brushed against his.
“So, fucking fuckable,” he said, his voice somehow lower than before making your stomach do flips and knocking the butterflies all over the place, “Been thinking about those fucking lips all day,” Roy said before his lips crashed onto yours in a desperate messy kiss.
your hands gripped his hair making Roy groan into the kiss as his hands squeezed your hips tightly knocking the wind out of you. “Well, I can’t do much else with these lips till we get out of here,” you said, finally pulling away for air and walking backwards leading Roy towards the door.
“Says who?” Roy said, his hot breath fanning over your neck before his lips soon to kiss down your skin making you moan when he reached the crook of your neck. Roy moved you back till your back was against the locker room door.
“We can’t Roy,” you moaned, your grip tightening in his hair.
“Sure, don’t sound like you wanna stop,” he mumbled against your skin.
it had been a thought you’d had a lot, fucking Roy in the locker room. or really anywhere at Richmond. Roy had even said after his last win that he would’ve taken you on the pitch right then if he could. ever since the idea had been in your head and with the season just starting again it was seeming tempting, but you knew the cleaners would be coming round soon.
but not right now. Roy groaned when you pulled his head from your neck but his eyes about popped out his skull when he felt your hand on his belt buckle. “Seriously?” he asked, almost getting giddy about the idea as you unbuckled the belt, working quickly on the button of his jeans.
You hummed in response as you undid his zip, “Just my mouth though. for now,”
“Hey im not fucking complaining,” Roy grinned but his mouth fell open, a small moan from his lips when he felt your hand wrap around his cock, “Fuck babe wait- “he said making you almost pull your hand out his boxers but he grabbed your wrist to stop you, “Over here. so, we’re not in the middle of the room yeah?” he said as he led you over to the closest locker.
you laughed when you looked up at the locker, “You want me to suck you off in front of Jamies locker?” you said, still following Roy over.
“Cmon,” Roy groaned, his cock pulsing in your hand as he reached his enemies spot in the locker room, “This would be the ultimate fuck you. the fuck yous of fuck you,” he said as the backs of his legs hit the bench.
your hand moved from his dick, much to Roys dismay, to hold his shoulders. Roy was about ready to call it quits when he felt you push down on his shoulders, making him sit down on the bench. you stayed stood for a moment, your hand tracing over his jaw, “You Roy Kent, are a petty bitch,” you said as you slowly moved down onto your knees making Roy somehow get even harder, “Who I love,”
“I’ve never loved you more,” Roy said as he watched you with awe. you rolled your eyes as you leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his tip.
if you were going to do something so wrong you were going to do it right. you licked slow soft licks around his tip making Roy groan as his hand found its way into your hair, but he knew better than to rush you. he nearly gasped for air when he felt you lick down his shaft, your hand resting on the other side of his sensitive member.
you teased him for a few moments till you finally began to swirl your tongue around his tip before slowly sinking down his cock. Roy moaned, not caring if anyone was still here to hear him as your hands moved to cup his balls. his moans were all the encouragement you needed to keep going, your head bobbing down with an increasing pace as you felt his tip hit the back of your throat.
Roy felt like he could cum at any moment, but he wanted to enRoy this. his eyes were screwed up with pleasure but for some reason he felt the need to open them. when he did, he saw Jamie, standing at the other locker room door, his hand still on the handle and his jaw practically on the fucking floor.
having Jamie seeing this was somehow even better than him never knowing it happened. it took Jamie a moment to notice Roys eyes were open and when he met his captains eyes all Roy could do was smirk, leaning his head back to rest against the wall as Jamie stood there in awe. Roy wanted to enRoy this feeling, that was until he felt your cheeks hollow around his cock and his eyes screwed up in pleasure once more.
Roy knew he couldn’t wait any longer but when he went to tap your shoulder to tell you that, a signal you had decided upon months ago, you decided to keep going. Roy couldn’t contain himself any longer and he gasped as he felt himself spill his cum down your throat. your movements slowed but you didn’t pull your lips away till you had practically sucked all the life from the footballer.
when you pulled off, wiping your mouth with the sleeve of your shirt, you looked up to Roy with those doe eyes he loved so fucking much. seeing them made him reach down, pulling you in by your jaw to kiss you harshly. you heard some kind of click and you pulled back, glancing behind you, “Did you hear something?” you asked, slowly getting up from your suddenly sore knees.
“Nah,” Roy said as he helped you stand, getting up himself and zipping back up, “But we should go. gotta get you home so I can repay the favour,” he said making you giggle and rush towards the door, Roy slapping your arse as you went making you fake scold your boyfriend.
as you walked the halls Roy briefly wondered if he had taken it too far but after all it was Jamie, so he didn’t worry. then he wondered why Jamie hadn’t confronted him? was it actually Jamie that had seen him or some orgasm angle? if Jamie had down that to him Roy would’ve fucked him across the room and kicked the living hell out of him.
it must’ve been someone else Roy thought, trying his best to act casual as he walked with you to the parking lot. however, when Roy opened the door for you to walk into the car park, he looked up to see Jamie, sat his car eyes closed. Roy barked a laugh at the sight, making your head spin around looking for what was funny.
however, Jamie had heard your boyfriends laugh and by the time you spotted his car it was speeding out of the parking lot. You looked after the car, head tilted, “Jamies a weird one,” you said as you unlocked your car, and all Roy could do was laugh. next practise was gonna be the cats’ pyjamas.
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— GIANTS IN THE OCEAN
SUMMARY : when jensen dresses as dean for halloween, he tried to prove that he can fuck like him when he’s told he doesn’t.
PAIRING : jensen ackles x latina!reader
CHARACTERS : misha collins, jared padalecki, genevieve padalecki
WARNINGS : nsfw (18+), smut, angst, fingering, defending wanda maximoff bc I’m whipped for her, switch!jensen & switch!reader
WORD COUNT : 3.4k
A/N : title from sky eats aeroplane’s song. procrastination, laziness, gah. anyway, it’s the destiny showcase so I’m doing nothing and I’m posting now LOL X
Jensen cleared his throat loudly from where he stood at the closet, trying to get his girlfriend's attention who was applying makeup as a part of her costume. She blinked the blurriness from her eyes and looked at him first from the mirror, then turned around with a raised brow at his costume of choice.
“Dean Winchester? Really? You’re not even trying,” she laughed softly, then returned to quickly finish up with her look. He deflated slightly, pouting as he made his way to her, he got down on his knees and sat back on his legs to admire her.
“Wanda isn't a hero, but Dean is,” he argued after giving some thought to how to respond to her comment. She squinted her eyes, giving him the side-eye, just then she finished up and then turned to face him. He blinked up at her innocently, green eyes wide and pretty, his lashes fluttering like a princess against his freckled cheeks.
She grasped his chin with her black-stained fingers, leaning forward so her red-tinted lips brushed against his, “as a mother, I have to disagree.” He blushed, but excitedly tried to lean forward to claim her lips only for her to pull away with a little tsk. “You’re so pretty like this, baby, on your knees for me like a good boy,” she murmured seductively, swiping her thumb across his pillowy lip.
“Don’t do this to me now,” he moaned, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose against hers. His hands clung tightly to her leather covered thighs and she turned her face slightly to kiss him with a playful smile on her lips. He slid his hands up her legs, grasping her hips to tug her forward, off the chair, and into his lap to deepen the kiss. “You’re so hot,” he mumbled when he pulled away just a bit to breathe. Then, he returned her mouth, hunger hidden beneath each quick peck he gave her.
“So are you, Jay,” she replied softly, pulling away and placing her finger on his lips when he chased her mouth for more kisses. “Especially when you’re dressed as Dean Winchester.” She smirked down at him and his pretty, puckered, pink lips. He gazed at her curiously, a little surprised by her admission. He didn’t have time to respond or to even let that information sink in because he instinctively shut his eyes when she leaned forward quickly to place open-mouthed kisses along his neck.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his breathe catching in his throat when she reached down and started to rub his semi-hard cock over his jeans. “Baby, I don’t wanna get to Jared’s party with my dick hard,” he groaned, his voice deep with lust, breathy and hot. She felt her pussy tingle, a wave of heat and arousal starting to build up between her legs.
“Then, let’s get going before I fuck you here on the floor, yeah? Dean?” She looked down at him innocently, mimicking what he’d done earlier. He shook his head at her, his cock stirring in the tight confines of his jeans at being called Dean. However, with the Scarlet Witch costume she was wearing, it was a little scary but in a hot way. “Now, get your dick soft, my mom’s downstairs with the kids.”
Y/N stood up from Jensen’s lap, getting a matching crossbody bag that was small and didn’t get in the way of her costume. Jensen stayed on the floor for a while, trying to get his mind out of the gutter and get his excitement under control before he got up. Embarrassingly so, she was leaning against the doorway with a smug smile just watching him try to recollect himself.
“Please, Y/N, don’t judge me,” he said playfully, holding his palm up to stop her from looking at him. She chuckled, pushing her body off the doorframe to start walking away, Jensen following right behind.
“I’m pretty sure she calls me names in Spanish,” he blurted out, scratching the back of his neck.
“Pftt, no she doesn’t,” Y/N said unconvincingly, “besides, there’s a difference between my kids and my husband,” she added, shrugging nonchalantly, a grin fighting it’s way onto her lips despite how hard she bit it.
Okay, maybe she did call him names, but they were meant affectionately. And mostly it was names relating to his freckles or his green eyes that were too hilarious or accurate for her to stop her mom from calling him even when he was right there. Like a codename girls use for their crushes or people they dislike.
“You said she liked me!” He exclaimed quietly, grabbing her arm to twirl her around and pull her into his chest.
“She does! I’m messing with you, baby,” she promised, leaning up to kiss the worry from his face. “You’re perfect and she knows that,” Y/N said earnestly, cupping his face in her hands, “she knows you’re an amazing husband and an even better father. I love you so much. I swear, no, I promise you, she likes you too. She told me you were a keeper, Jay.” She looked up at him with the widest, in-love-with-you eyes he just couldn’t help the way it immediately made him relax.
“She did?” He asked softly, wrapping his arms around her waist.
Y/N nodded, her own arms circling around his neck. “I was in love with you from the start and she knew it. She saw everything that you were and she convinced me to go for it before someone else whisked you away. Thanks to her, you’re mine.” Y/N leaned up to kiss him again, softly, tenderly.
“Thanks to her, you’re mine,” Jensen corrected quietly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to get so insecure,” he chuckled, brushing her cheek with his fingers lovingly.
“I shouldn’t have said that as a joke, I’m sorry too.” She grabbed his hand and kissed it softly, “let's get out of here.” He kissed her forehead and nodded in agreement, letting her lead all the way downstairs to greet her mother and say goodbye to their children.
“Dean and Wanda?” Misha asked, taking a large sip of his beer. “What a strange couple, but the two of them are crazy about family so…” he smiled broadly, hugging them both. Y/N laughed, squeezing Misha’s side as Jensen patted his back.
“And you’re.. the Mandalorian, but without your helmet on…” Jensen chuckled, pulling away first to ruffle Misha’s already messy hair.
“How else am I supposed to drink beer and eat candy?” He shouted over the music, then dragged the two of them inside to allow people an easier way in. Misha led them into the kitchen, talking about how he’d somehow lost his Grogu toy somewhere in Jared’s house. “Anyway, go crazy you two.. but not as crazy as the people you’re dressed up as,” Misha teased, patting them both on their heads before making his way somewhere else to have fun.
“Well..” Jensen chuckled as he watched Misha leave.
“I love him,” she said happily, then started to put together Jensen’s drink.
“Same,” Jensen smiled, watching her with a loving look. “So… about what you were saying earlier… about me dressing up as Dean? Did you mean that?” He asked, leaning against the counter, attempting to be completely cool about his question, trying not to give away that it's something he’d considered for a while: role playing as Dean during sex.
“Yes?” She confirmed hesitantly, handing him the Old Fashion she’d prepared then started to make her own drink. “Why? Got something naughty in mind?” She asked, glancing up at him every now and then, seeing the blush on his face either from the heat of the house filled with mostly strangers or from whatever was going on in his mind.
“Always,” he grinned bravely, taking a large gulp of the whiskey for his sudden bashfulness. She raised a brow at him, her interest piqued, placing a few gummy worms into her already sweet drink.
“You gonna tell me or show me?” She asked, stepping forward as he took another sip. He choked on it a little, glanced around for anybody who could be watching or listening. At that time, she took a gummy worm and dangled it in front of him playfully. He obediently opened his mouth and let her push the gummy worm inside, the sweet and sour taste making him hum softly in satisfaction.
“Well, I-I was just gonna make a suggestion,” he stuttered, his mouth slightly full with the chewed up candy. He swallowed quickly when she licked her fingers lasciviously, just as he reached behind her to steal a bag of gummy bears.
“I think…” she murmured, hooking her fingers onto his belt loops and tugging him forward. “I think you should honour your costume and show me. Here.” He blinked down at her, his eyes wide and completely astounded at her bold words.
“Shit,” he muttered, his face a bright red colour. “Are you ovulating?”
“Shut up,” she laughed, the spell of wantonness suddenly broken. She took the bag of gummy worms she opened and started to walk away from him, carefully weaving through the dancing and sweaty bodies with her drink.
He downed the rest of the whiskey, knowing he’d definitely need it if she was going to keep it up with the hot flirting. He carefully dumped his cup into the sink then tried to follow her, only to lose her in the literal sea of bodies, salty and heavy. He easily found Jared even in his Green Arrow costume, standing high above most of the people. He was dancing and laughing with Gen, who was dressed as Wonder Woman, the two of them were talking to someone Jensen didn’t know.
“Hey, sorry to interrupt,” Jensen said politely, turning to Jared. The man was kind and smiled at Jensen, standing off to the side to let Jensen have a quick chat with Jared and Gen. “Have you guys seen Y/N? I sorta lost her. Great costumes by the way,” Jensen rushed out, anxiously trying to get them to respond.
“Hey, Jensen!” Jared’s voice boomed, pulling him into a tight hug, drawing a wheeze from Jensen, which made Genevieve smack him. Jared pulled away and pouted at her, rubbing his arm dramatically but then became serious to focus on Jensen’s question.
“Yeah, she went upstairs with Misha, said it was a bit loud for her,” Gen replied, then made a little ‘oomph’ sound when Jensen hugged her quickly and said a quick thanks to them. Jared and Genevieve looked at each other curiously then got distracted by that same man who joined back in to continue their conversation.
Jensen knew that wasn’t actually the case, but he went upstairs anyway. Couples were kissing loudly and groping each other along the staircase, but upstairs must have been off limits because there was basically no one, just Misha waiting outside one of the doors while holding Y/N’s drink.
“Jensen! She’s using the restroom. Also, this is really sweet,” Misha laughed, handing Jensen the drink so he could try it. Jensen smiled and took the glass, lovingly looking at the colourful drink and the sugar rimmed edge, gummy worms swimming around inside. He shook his head as he thought of Y/N and tried the drink, which set his senses alight, his mouth overwhelmed by the sweetness and the barley-there flavour of vodka.
“Fuck, that’s…” Jensen licked his lips and Misha laughed, stepping aside when Y/N stepped out of the restroom. “Hey, honey. You okay?” She smiled and nodded at them, about to take her drink back, but Jensen pulled it back. She frowned, about to argue, but then he handed it to Misha. “Get rid of it, it’s just gonna give her a headache.” It was the truth, but he’d mostly tasked Misha with it so he could be alone with Y/N.
“Hey!” She whined, trying to walk past Jensen, which only excited Misha. Jensen wrapped his arms around her, stopping her from chasing their beloved friend, holding her close so she instantly started to melt into him.
“No, he’s right,” Misha chuckled, making a break for it. “You eat too much candy and you always get headaches!” Misha had already made it downstairs and he’d definitely be dumping that drink for the monstrosity that it was.
“Were you making me flustered on purpose?” He asked, getting straight to the point. She moved her face from where it was lazily pressed against his arm and gazed up at him, once again, still somehow being able to portray innocence with the dark eyeshadow around her eyes. “Why?”
She huffed softly, a little grin on her face, “because you’re not like Dean when it comes to sex and I think it’s funny to tease you.” She kissed him softly, quickly with her sticky lips, not giving him a chance to kiss her back properly. He just licked his lip from the sugar her lips smeared onto his.
“You think I’m… boring?” He asked, sounding a little confused. He wondered if maybe this was her way of telling him things were a little too vanilla and she needed more, more excitement, more spice, more than he could offer.
“No! God, no, Jay! Why does your mind always go there?” She wondered, holding his face. He grabbed her wrists, pushing her gently into the wall with his body.
“I love you…” he murmured, kissing her forehead. “I just want to make you happy.” He moved her hands away from his face and pinned them together holding them both above her head in one hand.
“I love you.. and you always make me happy,” she replied softly. Her eyes widened slightly when he started to tug her leather pants down her legs. “I’m not wearing any underwear,” she blurted out, biting her lip with a blush heating up her face. He stopped for a moment, a smirk growing on his lips before he continued pulling them down.
“If I touch you in this hallway…” he whispered, kissing her lips swiftly. “Will I be more like Dean?” He stared into her eyes, saw her surprise and the thrill that made her chest rise and fall faster. His eyes flickered down between her legs, where she was indeed lacking underwear, and he let the pants hang low around her thighs.
“I want you. Not Dean,” she mumbled with a little pout, spreading her legs impatiently when he slowly trailed his fingers up the inside of her thighs. He squeezed her thigh, chuckling against her mouth when he leaned in to kiss her, gently pushing his teeth into her pillowy lip.
“But you also want Dean, you said so. I can give you that, it sounds hot.” He tapped the apex of her thigh teasingly, his dick getting harder with the way she squirmed against the wall. The walls vibrated from the loud music, the pictures and paintings on the wall shaking to the bass of the music. “So.. Do you want Dean, just for tonight? Then, we can see if we should do it more often…”
“Jensen, please,” she pleaded, twisting her hands impatiently, half-heartedly trying to get out of his grip.
“Mm-mm,” he shook his head, quickly swiping two fingers through her wet folds. “It’s Dean, sweetheart.” His voice dropped slightly and his accent suddenly went away. She stared up at him, flustered and hot.
“D-Dean?” She stuttered shyly, grinding down on his fingers.
“Just.. a little more confident,” he smirked, moving his fingers to circle her clit torturously. She gasped, letting her head fall back against the wall with a quiet thud. The leather tightened around her thighs, preventing her from spreading her legs and she whined.
“Please,” she begged again, jutting her hips out so he’d stop teasing her.
“Not until you say my name, baby,” he murmured, then tapped her clit with his fingers a few times. She groaned in annoyance, her toes curling inside the boots she wore, her newly-dyed copper hair sticking to her face, from sweat that built up among the dancing people and now with Jensen’s teasing.
He pulled his hand away, but she didn’t stop squirming. Her eyes fluttered shut, thinking he’d stop teasing her by touching her and instead tease her by not touching her, but she gasped when he slapped her pussy. Her eyes snapped open and she looked up at him in surprise, a smug smile on his pink face.
She liked it and he knew it.
“Be a good girl and beg for it,” he mumbled, his voice deep and vibrating. When he rubbed his fingers against her heat, she knew it was just to prepare her for another slap. And as she’d expected, when she took too long to respond, he slapped her wet cunt again. The rough slap sent jolts of pleasure through her clit, causing her to moan.
“Please… Dean,” she whispered.
“That wasn’t so hard,” he praised mockingly, bringing two fingers to her entrance, “was it?” He slowly pushed them into her, but his lip to stop a moan when he felt her pussy clench around his fingers.
“No.. Dean,” she panted, lowering her hips to sink down his fingers faster. He laughed quietly at her eagerness and started to pump his fingers in and out of her, her slick already coating most of his fist.
“Jesus, baby, you’re so fucking wet.” He sounded breathless, his fingers tightened around her wrists and he plunged his fingers into her faster, flattening his palm onto her clit so it would grind onto it every time his fingers were buried deep inside her. His fingers curled against her walls, brushing over and over against the spongy surface inside that made her legs shake. A loud moan tore from her throat and he pressed his hips against her to grind his cock against her. “Who made you this wet, huh, sweetheart?”
“You…” she moaned, whining when he bit her jawline. “You, Dean,” she cried softly. He kissed her jaw lovingly and found her lips again to silence her moans as best as he could, even if no one could hear them over the loud music downstairs.
“Are you gonna cum on my fingers?” He teased, his warm breath fanning over her face. She bit her lip and nodded, her pussy tightening around his fingers. “You’re gonna moan my name when you cum,” he ordered, his nose tracing down the side of her face, nuzzling her neck to suck gently at her pulse point. “Say yes,” he murmured, gently nibbling on her earlobe.
“Yes, Dean,” she panted, shuddering when his warm breath made her sweat feel cool. He pulled away when he noticed her becoming tense, stared at her face and watched her eyes flutter open on cue.
“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered, admiring the way her swollen lips parted to moan—squeal—‘Dean’, her brows furrowed in pleasure as her orgasm moved through her body. Her eyes were pretty and wide, glossed over with a haze of lust and whiny unshed tears.
He let go of her wrists but she only wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and brought him down for a passionate kiss that made him breathless. Behind his eyelids, he could still see that beautiful look on her face and he ground his hips against her thigh, wrapping his arm around her with his fingers now slowly moving in and out of her, gently palming her clit as her walls fluttered around his fingers.
When she came down from her orgasm, he gently continued to palm her clit, in a comforting manner now. He dropped kisses over her face and moved her hair out of her face lovingly, before withdrawing both from her cunt and from her body to admire her postorgasmic glow.
“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he said softly, his eyes flickering down to watch her lift her pants up her weak and shaky legs. “I’m not done with you yet, angel,” he reminded her with a little chuckle, looking down at his cum covered fingers, he rubbed them together curiously.
“We both know Dean is a sub,” she grabbed him by his flannel and pulled him into the closest room. He smirked at her words and let her lead as she shut the door and locked it blindly, focused on the searing kiss she distracted him with. With one hand he grabbed her waist and with the other he started to undo his belt eagerly.
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I See Hell in Your Eyes
Chapter Twelve
“I’ll never let your heart go where mine’s been.”
Vampire!Josh x Vampire!Reader
Authors Note: Hello lovelies!!! Bringing you another chapter with our Sweetheart and Boy Scout. Kind of a different chapter but I hope y’all love it! We love lore drops. As always my inbox and DMs are always open and I love feedback! Enjoy!! 🩸🖤
Word Count: 6,339
Warnings: Brief SMUT at the beginning, descriptions of disease, marital infidelity, descriptions of blood.
“Oh, fuck…”
Your thighs shook on either side of your Vampire’s head while your fingernails dug into the wooden headboard you were bracing yourself on. His mouth was firmly latched onto your core, and had been for the last three orgasms. Every time you tried to let up or move away his hands dug even harder into your thighs to keep you in place, sensitivity be damned. Followed by a muffled, “one more…” beneath you.
You were about to come again, and you were unsure if you were going to be able to remain upright afterwards. You could also feel Josh’s fangs against your folds, which not only turned you on even more but let you know that you were in for a bite soon. He had held back from biting you the whole night, as if he was testing himself to see how long he could go without giving in.
One of the benefits of Josh being a Vampire was that that skilled tongue of his never tired, and he would try to drown himself in you. It genuinely surprised you at how insatiable he was, but you’d never complain. While you had had good lovers in the past, no one had ever truly made it their mission to spoil you like Josh did. Part of you was still getting used to this amount of loving attention. It had been a long time since you had felt anything remotely close.
At this point you were grinding onto his mouth, chasing your release. It wasn’t long before you were hurtled over the edge, crying out even louder than before as one hand hit the wall and the other was buried in his curls to keep him in place. He moaned against your core, sending shockwaves through your body as he continued to work you through it.
As with the other rounds, as soon as you tried to get up he held you back down.
“Boy Scout I don’t think I-”
However, this time it wasn’t to dive back into you. Instead he turned his head to his left and sank his fangs into your thigh, unable to hold back any longer.
You relaxed into him as he drank from you, and a serene smile spread across your face. Your grip in his hair softened, and you lovingly moved the sweaty curls off his forehead.
Meanwhile, your Vampire was lost in his own world. Or more accurately, your world and memories. Josh immediately recognized the man with you from previous memories, and his brows knitted together as the scene played in his mind.
It was late, and you and Collin were being Those People by keeping the boutique open well past their closing time.
“I really like this one…” he whispered in your ear which caused you to giggle a little too loudly. The two of you were looking at a perfume display in the back of the store. “I want to smell it on you…later…” he whispered even quieter, smirking as he did so.
You looked down at the bottle, Bouquet de la Reine was written on the front label. It was very, very floral, particularly with Jasmine notes. But you liked it, and Collin seemed to like it even more. But one detail stopped you from committing to it.
“Aren’t you worried she’ll also smell it later?”
Collin rolled his eyes, “even if she does I can come up with an excuse. She never asks questions anyway, you know that.”
You turned to him and smiled, not even batting an eye at what he said, “let’s get this one!”
The last thing Josh saw was a smarmy smile on Collin's face before the memory vanished. With one last swallow of your blood, he carefully pulled his fangs from your flesh. He looked up to stare at you, loving the view he had from this angle. His hands released your thighs and you collapsed next to him. The dim lighting in the room made the sheen of sweat that covered you nearly shine, and the flush in your cheeks even more pronounced. He shifted so he was laying next to you, and leaned over your face before softly lowering his mouth to yours, allowing you to taste yourself in more than one way.
Later on, after you cleaned up and were settled back in bed before the sun rose, Josh couldn’t help but replay that memory over and over in his head. He wasn’t jealous that you had past lovers, at least not a lot, but he was very curious as to Collin’s importance since you had never mentioned him at all.
You turned to your Vampire, ready to cuddle up and sleep through the day. But he had a weird look on his face. The wheels in his head were turning behind those big brown eyes.
“Sweetheart…can I ask you something?” His voice was soft, timid even.
You nearly snorted at him. He could ask you anything, he knows that.
“Of course you can, Boy Scout,” letting out a small airy laugh.
Josh sat up, wanting to face you properly. He didn’t want to be nosy, but he had to ask at least one question so that his mind would calm down about the subject.
“Whose…whose Collin?”
The sound of his name made you freeze. It had been nearly a century since you had even talked about him, which was on purpose. You hated even thinking of the man.
“How do you-”
“From your blood, babe,” he reached over for your hand, trying to convey that he was only curious.
Of course. Of fucking course. You had been very naive to think that he wouldn’t come across any memories of Collin. You had 35o years of memories, what were the chances he’d land on those. You mentally kicked yourself for not even preparing for this question, or for him to be brought up. But you were optimistically thinking that Collin was dead and buried, both figuratively and emotionally. You sat there, staring at your curious lover, trying to figure out a place to start.
“Collin was…Collin was someone from my past.”
“I gathered that, sweetheart.”
You bit your lip before continuing, “we were together for a short period of time. Nearly three years.”
Three years is a long time, at least to Josh who was still within the first year of being Undead. Collin was more significant than he thought.
“Oh…an ex boyfriend?”
You shook your head, “not necessarily, but we were together physically.” You were ashamed of the other details. That he had been married that entire time, and that you were complacent in his infidelity. “I’m not very proud of it, Josh.”
This made him even more confused and curious, “why?”
You took a few deep breaths, preparing your words.
“He was…well he was married all of those years.” You looked down at your joined hands, not able to look at Josh quite yet. You didn’t want him to think that this was a habit of yours.
He was silent, but his thumb rubbed across your knuckles.
“It was a long time ago and it was the first and last time I’d ever been in that situation before and I’m not proud of it ok but it happened and-”
Your rambling was cut off with his lips on yours, both silencing you and comforting you. As he pulled away, your eyes betrayed you and began to water.
“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,” he whispered.
But you were you. You didn’t want this hanging over your head, anxious on the other shoe dropping and Collin coming up again down the line. No, you needed to rip the bandaid off.
“No it’s ok I just haven’t spoken about this in a long time,” you started.
“We met in a park…”
It was Spring, late Spring. The sun had set a little over two hours ago, and you were taking your evening stroll through one of the parks near the hotel you were staying at. Most of the flowers had closed up for the night already, but you were still able to smell them as you passed. At this point your routine was simple: walk the park, spot someone alone, Persuade them to follow you behind the trees, have your dinner, and send them on their way with no memory of the encounter. When it came to hunting, less was more. You never fed in the same place twice, and you always varied on who you chose to lead away from the path.
Tonight, the moon was half full, with just enough light in the sky to cast perfectly convenient shadows in the local flora. Your dress was a very calculated shade of green, that would help you blend in even more. Not too emerald to stick out amongst the more dull colors of the general public, but just green enough to look at home in the ivy.
You were on your third lap of the park, and out of sheer boredom you chose to sit down on a lonely bench along the path. You hoped you hadn’t missed your window to pick up a proper meal. Just before you gave up and took another lap, a man sat down beside you. A rather striking man.
“What is a woman as beautiful as you doing in a park all by herself? Alone at night?”
Your gaze snapped in his direction, ready to Persuade him behind a tree and take your chance. But his icy blue eyes stopped you. They reminded you of a wolf with the way they looked right through you. They were eyes so pretty that you knew he could get whatever he wanted by a mere expression. The rehearsed lines died on your tongue.
“Can’t a woman enjoy the night air?” You managed to get out.
“Well of course. But by yourself? You never know who is lurking around the corner.”
If only he knew.
“What are you suggesting, sir?” Your patience was growing thin, but not enough to overpower the sheer awe you had at admiring his cheekbones.
He smiled in a way that didn’t scream smarmy, it was in a way that was genuine, and in a way that made you intrigued.
“Oh I’m merely offering my arm for the evening. So you can enjoy this…night air…unbothered.”
Your face twitched as you swallowed down the laugh that threatened to bubble up. Instead, you gave a pleasant smile back.
“And does my guardian for the evening have a name?”
He slowly reached down to take your hand and bring it up to his lips, “Collin Irving, at your service m’lady.” He looked up from your knuckles with a cheeky glint in his eyes. Those bright blue eyes.
You relented, and the two of you stood up and started down the path. Chatting with Collin was easy. He had a charm about him that was rare, and a captivating way to tell stories. He had you giggling like a schoolgirl, and you weren’t the giggling type. He asked about you of course, and the most you told him was your name and that you were traveling from America. He asked a few more probing questions but at this point in your life you were an expert at giving someone just enough information that made them feel like they knew more than they did.
The evening came to an end a little over two hours later, having realized the two of you had walked the park nearly five times. You still hadn’t eaten, and you still hadn’t Persuaded him in order to do so. By the third lap you realized you didn’t want to make him a meal. He was too charming to be a one time thing. The thought of Persuading him to forget your face and to forget his night in the park made your chest seize. No, that couldn’t happen. Not to him.
He ended up walking you back to your hotel, dropping you off just far enough to keep people from starting any rumors. But close enough that he memorized the hotel, and thought of your beaming face and delicate laugh all the way home. To his wife.
“We started meeting up at the park every night. It was innocent at first. Just two people walking and talking. The chaste ways of that time period helped, but eventually fingers brushing against each other turned into a proper hand hold, and held hands turned into embraces, which turned into kisses in the dark which led to-,” you stopped, trying to read Josh’s face. He had sat perfectly still the whole time, fingers laced with yours with the occasional squeeze.
“Felt like a fairytale, didn’t it?” He offered softly.
You looked at the wall and sniffed, “you could say that. It was a few weeks later that I found out that he was married. It was such a cliched moment. I ran into them on the street and had to immediately pretend I didn’t know them at all. But the next night, he showed up at the park like always and “explained” the situation about how it was a marriage of convenience that their parents set up when they were kids and that they were more friends than anything.” You looked up at the ceiling, reliving the embarrassment of that moment all over again. “I should’ve called bullshit. I should’ve Persuaded him to forget me and move on. But I didn’t. Collin had this weird way of making everything feel exciting, like it was our private adventure…and I didn’t want that to end.” Your hands idly fiddled with his fingers, “one of the downsides of immortality is that the monotony of time will eat at you. So when something exciting happens that breaks up that feeling, you want it to stay. Everyone goes through it, and you will too one day. It’s just the order of things.”
Josh couldn’t wrap his mind around that: the thought of life feeling monotonous around you. But he understood you knew more than him on the subject.
“Did he know that you were a…”
“Vampire? Not at first, but eventually he found out.”
Josh widened his eyes, “that sounds risky as hell.”
You blew a lock of hair out of your face, “a big risk but the one time I did use my Persuasion on him was that he would forget about the existence of Vampire’s when not in my presence, and to never question why I could only meet at night. But I think…I think he liked having a secret of mine to keep too…”
“Show them to me,” Collin requested while his thumbs ran along your lips. You were sitting up in bed, wrapped up together in the sheets while he cradled your face in his hands. Your hair was completely down and falling around your shoulders and frizzy from the previous activities. The floral scent of the perfume he had bought you hung in the air. That delicious mix of bergamot and jasmine clung to everything, especially on the human before you.
You knew what he wanted to see.
You gave him a look, your eyes sparkling from the oil lamps that lit up the room, “say please…”
He smiled and obliged, “show them to me, please, my pet.”
Slowly, you opened your mouth in front of his face, and as slowly and dramatically you could, you let your fangs descend from your upper jaw.
Collins eyes widened in wonder, having never seen any Vampire fangs before let alone yours. Carefully one of his thumbs reached over and touched one lightly, admiring the length of them and how well they suited your face.
“Why, what a treasure you are…,” his voice was barely a whisper, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel like a schoolgirl with the way he was marveling at you. No one had ever looked at you like this in decades. His thumb toyed with the point of one, “are they shar-”
You backed away before he could cut himself on them. In the eight months you had been together, you hadn’t fed on him. You had thought about it…you had thought about it a lot, but you restrained yourself. Collin wasn’t food. Collin was…something else.
“Yes, they are,” you said firmly.
“Does it hurt? To be bitten?”
You tilted your head at him, knowing what he was getting at,”of course it hurts…but it can feel good to some…”
He craned his neck, offering himself to you, “show me.”
You leaned in and narrowed your eyes, “aren’t you worried I could kill you?”
His blue eyes locked on you, “but you won’t, Pet,…we both know you won’t…”
You stared at him, knowing he was right, Leaning in, you grazed your fangs against his skin, They sank into his flesh, and he cried out in a mix of surprise and pain, but quickly he was moaning underneath you as you straddled his lap.
Thus started the routine. He’d come over, you’d fuck, you’d bite him, you’d heal the wounds before he went home, and the cycle would start all over again a few nights later.
“It stayed like that for the next two and a half years,” you sniffed again and rubbed your nose.
Josh hated the sound of the whole thing. Not because it was another man, but because he was seeing red flags everywhere and he was helpless to stop whatever you were going to tell him next.
“He called you, ‘pet?’” His upper lip was twisted in disgust at how demeaning that was.
Your eyes slowly met his, “...yeah…it was definitely not my favorite but at the time I didn’t care.”
Josh licked his lips and adjusted his hands as he held yours.
“He made it feel fun though,” you said distantly, “I wasn’t always in that hotel. Sometimes I’d be at his summer house in the country, and his staff would be informed that I had a skin condition that rendered me unable to be in the sun at all. Most of them nodded and did their duties and the ones that didn’t I just Persuaded into doing it anyway. If I wasn’t there I’d be joining him on business trips. He’d buy me whatever I wanted, even when I said I didn’t need it, send me flowers whenever-”
“Which ones?” Josh interjected.
“What?”
“Which flowers?”
The question caught you off guard and you blinked at him, “Jasmine usually. He said they reminded him of that first night in the park.”
Josh nodded and made a mental note to never buy you Jasmine flowers, no matter what.
You continued, “not to be a cliche but all good things come to an end.”
The clock read 10:30, and he was late.
It was December, and you were patiently waiting for Collin to show up at the hotel you were currently residing. He had insisted that when he was in the city that you were to have nothing but the best living-wise, and the suite you were in was written off as a vaguely worded business expense. As long as the numbers added up at the end of the day, the labels didn’t matter according to him.
You sat on the bench in front of the window, looking down at the street hoping to see any signs of him. Collin was never late. When he told you what time he’d be somewhere he always meant it. So where was he? You sipped on your wine while you tried not to imagine the worst.
Before you could form any more scenarios in your head, the door burst open and suddenly your blue-eyed boy was in front of you. You jumped up in surprise and met him halfway across the room, and immediately hopped to wrap your legs around his waist.
He showered your face with kisses, a usual greeting but he was far more enthusiastic this time.
“Well I’m happy to see you too, Mr. Iring,” you giggled and leaned in to capture his lips.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, “Pet, I have the most amazing news.”
Your mind whirled with possibilities, “what is it?”
“She’s pregnant!”
You blinked, “who…?”
“Eleanor, of course!”
The blood started pumping in your ears, and you slowly let your legs down to stand in front of him. His wife was pregnant. The thought of them being together physically was something you never thought about. Not because you didn’t think it wasn’t happening, but because you never wanted that image in your mind. However Collin always made it sound like they never even held hands, let alone that.
You tried to keep your expression neutral, “when…when did this happen?”
He was still grinning from ear to ear, clearly not reading the energy of the room, “the week of my birthday last month.”
“Your birthday? But we were in Spain on your birth-”
“Yes, but when we came back and I had to stop by the manor for those three days? She practically pounced on me the second I walked through the door. You should’ve seen our maid’s face!”
You didn’t find it as funny as Collin did.
Unable to keep it to yourself, your thoughts spilled out, “I thought you were never with her that way.”
“Pet, of course it happened…it just happened so infrequently that it felt like I was never with her.”
You shouldn’t have felt disgusted, you had no right to, but you couldn’t help it. Silently you retreated back to the bench and picked up your wine glass.
Collin sighed and followed you over, sitting on the opposite side of the bench.
His voice was quiet, “it will mean, however, that our arrangement will have to come to an end.”
Your eyes snapped in his direction, “why?”
“My responsibilities are different now, Pet. I need to be around more. The midwife thinks it's going to be a boy, and Eleanor agrees. I hope they’re right. Just thinking of another Irving to pass on the name? The business one day? The thought of becoming a father has always been on my mind. Especially the idea of an heir. A true legacy, Pet.”
You scoffed at how draconic it sounded, “you never mention that to me.”
Collin threw his hands up in defeat, “I’m sorry… was there ever a good time to bring it up? It's not like it would happen with you.”
Your eyes bore into his, “what’s that supposed to mean.”
“Oh don’t read into that, you know exactly what I mean. Even if something horrible happened and you ended up being my wife, it's not like you could-”
“Not like I could what?” Your eyes were watering now.
“Your kind can’t…have children, can they?”
His words slapped you in the face. There it was. The real reason.
“I’m sorry I’m so useless to you now because I can’t produce a dozen little Irvings for you. I’m glad Eleanor is there to help you live your dreams, Collin, Congratulations,” you practically spat at him.
“No no don’t be like that,” he tried to grasp your hands but you wrenched them away from his grasp.
“If you know so much about my kind, then why aren’t you afraid I could kill you right now?”
He tilted his head and looked into your eyes, and mirrored the same words he had said years prior, “but you won’t, Pet…we both know you won’t.”
You sniffed, keeping eye contact with him as you rose up on your knees and took his chin in your hand, keeping his gaze locked with yours.
“You’re right. That would be too easy. Instead…,” you felt your power rise up from your throat, “instead the second you leave this room, you will never contact me again. Every time you consider it, the thought disappears as soon as it's formed. But you’ll remember me. You’ll remember my face, my smell, my flesh in your hands, and worst of all, you’ll miss my teeth in your neck. I will haunt you until the day you die, Collin Irving. You’ll never feel satiated again. Do I make myself clear?”
He blinked once, and slowly said, “...yes…”
“Leave. Now.”
He wordlessly stood up and exited the room, not even looking back as he shut the door. When you couldn’t hear his footsteps down the hall anymore, your face finally crumpled and the tears fell. The other shoe dropped, and the gravity of the last three years finally hit you.
The grip Josh had on your hands was getting tighter the further you got in your story, and his jaw was clenched so tightly you thought he’d crack a tooth. The thought of anyone talking to you like that made his blood boil.
“Did you ever see him again?” He asked tightly.
“Twice, actually. But they were years apart.”
It was 1873, and you were back in London.
You weren’t even properly visiting, just passing through on your summer holiday. But there you were, standing under an awning waiting for the dusk to fully give in to the night. Across the street from you blue eyes were locked on you, in the same way they had all those years ago. But your ex-lover wasn’t alone. No, beside him was a young boy who was more focused on the toy boat in his hands than anything else.
Before you could stop yourself you were crossing the street, standing in front of Collin for the first time in a decade. He hadn’t changed much, a few more creases around his eyes and his light hair had faded to an even lighter shade. But his stare was the same, and the charm still oozed off of him even as he stood there silent.
“Pet,” he whispered.
You hated the way your heart lurched at his voice. He didn’t deserve a reaction like that, but you had it anyway.
“Collin.”
He seemed unable to stop himself from rambling, “I think about you every day, Pet. I can’t believe you’re standing in front of me again. Are you in London long? Where are you staying? Maybe I could-”
“Papa, can we go home now?” The child’s voice interrupted any chance of you answering any of Collin’s questions.
You looked down at him. His toy boat was under his arm, and he was standing a little behind Collin, a little shy. His hair was auburn, if not a little darker, and his eyes were on the brown side of hazel. He didn’t have any of Collin’s features. He had Eleanor’s, that much was clear.
“And what is your name, young sir?” Your voice was light and friendly, as he was completely innocent to the situation surrounding his father and yourself.
“Matthew…,” he answered, looking down at his shoes.
You smiled at him and turned back to Collin.
“How old is he?”
The question seemed to sober up Collin, and his eyes were steady as he answered, “turned ten earlier this month.”
The understanding silence between you was deafening.
“Decided to take him out for a bit, let his mum have a few hours to herself.”
Stiffly, you asked, “how is Eleanor?”
“She’s doing well. A little tired these last few weeks as our youngest have been poorly-”
Your eyes flickered down at Matthew and then back up at Collin.
“Youngest?”
Collin swallowed, as if he got caught saying something he wasn’t supposed to.
“Yes there’s…there’s four of them all together.”
You needed to leave, you had heard enough.
“Four?”
The energy between you was getting more awkward by the second.
“Yes it's Matthew here,” he patted the boy’s shoulder, “then our Colleen, and then the twins…Edwin and Jasmine.”
The name Jasmine stood out like a sore thumb. You hadn’t worn that particular fragrance in years, but you remembered how his favorite perfume on you smelled vividly of that particular flower. Did he really name his child after…? Your nostrils flared slightly at the notion.
“Oh…well I hope the little ones feel better soon,” you looked down at his first born, “it was nice to meet you, Matthew.” The child gave you a shy look before hiding even more behind Collin.
This was too much. You needed to leave for your own sanity.
“Well, it was nice to see you again, Collin,” you turned around and started walking as quickly as you could to blend in with the humans.
“Wait! We can walk you-”
“Goodbye, Collin,” you called over your shoulder, making a left down a side street and using your full speed to distance yourself as fast as possible.
“Collin…named his daughter…Colleen? How original,” Josh said as he raised his eyebrows and blinked.
“I wish I could say I was surprised, but Collin’s biggest fan was himself so…it tracked,” you shrugged and ran a hand through your hair. You were getting tired, but you had to finish what you had started.
“The last time I saw him was less awkward, but even more depressing,” you began.
It was 1922, and over 60 years had passed since you had last seen Collin Irving. It was a new century, a new time, and the only reason you thought of him again was because you had run across an article from across the pond that stated he had finally handed over the business to his oldest son, citing poor health.
Was it pettiness? Curiosity? Or the fact that you were a glutton for punishment that led you to the sidewalk in front of his manor. It was nearly midnight, and only a few rooms seemed to be lit from within. As you made your way to the front door you couldn’t help but notice the Jasmine vines that were climbing the front of the house.
Persuading yourself into the house was second nature, and as one of Collins maids led you up the stairs to his room the empty state of the house struck you as well. They could be sleeping, you thought, but it was still strange to only see staff walking about the halls.
The door was opened for you and you were ushered inside. When the door was shut, your eyes scanned the room and spotted the four-poster bed on the far wall. There he was, propped up against the headboard with several pillows, dozing with his chin tucked to his chest. He looked so frail, his skin looked nearly gray.
You took a seat on the edge of the bed, silently watching your former flame. He started to cough, rather violently, which made him wake up and reach for a handkerchief next to him on the bed. He was so focused on coughing into the cloth he still hadn’t noticed you. The cough was a deep one, and nearly gurgled as he continued. A scent hit the air however, and the mystery illness was made clear.
Blood.
Humans were being plagued with a disease called “consumption” or “tuberculosis”, and attacked the lungs. By now there were small medical advancements for the disease, but for a man as old as Collin…there was little hope.
He opened his eyes as he wiped his mouth, his eyes were cloudy now, but you could tell he could see you regardless.
“Are you a ghost?”
You tilted your head, “Not quite.”
“Pet…?” Your mouth flinched at the name.
“Collin.”
“Why…why are you here?” His voice rattled and wheezed.
“Word on the street is that you don’t have much time left.”
He stared at you in a way that made you feel he was looking through you.
“Are you Death then, coming to collect me?”
“No…not that either.”
He reached his bony hand towards yours, and you allowed him to take it. It felt like him but it also didn’t feel like him at the same time. His skin was colder, the pads of his fingers felt different due to age. Humans aged so strangely.
“Is your family here?”
He shook his head, “no…most of them are at the country house or at their own residences.”
Your brow furrowed slightly, “is anyone here to look after you?”
“My staff have been at my side this entire time.”
You suspected his children were waiting out for their inheritances, if they were anything like their father.
“Eleanor?”
Collin’s eyes softened and he looked down, “Eleanor passed ten years ago.”
“Collin Irving, dying all alone,” you failed to hide the amusement in your voice.
As if on cue, he started coughing again, this one was a lot louder than the last.
“I could take it away, you know. Just a few drops would clear your body out in minutes,” you offered as your fingers smoothed down your dress.
“Eh…I don’t need that, Pet. I’m ready to go. I’ve lived a full life.”
“I’m sure you have,” you tried and failed to show that the last sentence didn’t sting.
“I thought about you, every day since that night,” he confessed.
Good, you thought, the confirmation that your Persuasion still held up all these years later warmed you inside.
Playing along, you said, “you did?”
He nodded, “oh yes. I felt like every time I’d turn a corner you’d be there as you used to be. I missed having you with me all the time. Even planted the Jasmine outside so that I could smell you whenever I’d open a window. I didn’t realize how much of a loss it was until it was too late. I always meant to reach out to you but I never got around to it. I’d want to write to you but it would slip my mind so easily.”
“I wouldn’t have read them anyway,” you shrugged.
“Just as well,” the hand that was holding yours squeezed your hand, “your skin is as soft as ever…”
“Is it, now?”
“Never felt anything like you again, you know. I tried, no other woman could compare.”
You winced at that “compliment.”
“So much for being a family man,” you said coldly, taking your hand back and settling it in your lap.
“Why are you really here, Pet?”
Fine, you would be blunt, “I wanted to watch you suffer.”
He held his hands up, “as you said, I’m dying alone, shriveled and broken. Is that what you wanted?”
No. What you had wanted was to fight for you sixty years ago, to not throw away what you had, but that didn’t happen. You sighed, knowing you had overstayed your welcome.
Abruptly you stood, smoothing down your dress one more time, “this is my last goodbye, Collin.”
He began to protest, “no not yet, you only just arrived. Stay with me, please.”
You shook your head, and leaned down to whisper in his ear, “like I said, until the day you die, Collin Irving, I will haunt you.”
Before he could respond he started coughing again, his body shaking from the movement, and you took that as an opportunity to swiftly exit the room, never to see him again. The distant sound of his labored breathing and wet coughs being the last memory you had of Collin Irving.
“He was dead a week later, according to the obituary,” you took a shaky breath, emotionally exhausted. Your Vampire was still with you, listening to every word and trying his best not to interrupt. He wanted to ask if you knew where Collin was buried, for reasons, but he kept it to himself and made another mental note to google it later.
Josh could tell you were beat, and without hesitating he reached over to pull you into his lap, allowing you to rest your head in the crook of his neck. Your eyes fluttered shut as soon as you were surrounded by his warmth.
“One less asshole in the world, then,” he said softly.
“Yeah…,” you agreed.
“The sun is up now, why don’t we rest and sleep the day away?”
You opened one eye and glanced at the clock. It was nearly 8:00 AM.
“Sounds great, Boy Scout,” you tilted your head to give him a soft kiss on the hinge of his jaw.
The two of you got settled under the duvet, legs tangled and facing each other. Josh brought one of your hands to his lips and kissed your knuckles before lacing his fingers with yours and settling them between you.
“I know that was hard for you, but thank you for telling me,” he made one more mental note to not bring up Collin even if he saw more memories of him in the future. The less said about him the better.
“Does this count as us having the ‘exes’ talk? Another milestone down,” you yawned.
Josh loved the sound of that.
“I’ll never hurt you like that, or at all, ever,” he promised.
Your eyelids were heavy but you forced them open to look into his doe eyes and teased, “silver handcuffs aside?”
“Hey!” his nose crinkled in defense but he joined in with your laugh. You were too far away, he felt and he pulled you even closer to him, your chests nearly flush against each other. He planted a kiss on the crown of your head, sleep quickly coming for him too.
You hated being overly sentimental, but the fact that Josh literally gave his life to save yours floated through your head. As well as the realization that he always put you first, which you still weren’t fully used to yet, but you were getting there. And just before you fully gave into sleep, you made another realization that you never gave Collin a nickname like you did Josh. He was always just Collin. Nothing more, nothing less. In fact you couldn’t even think of something you would have called him, hypothetically.
But you were happy about that, because there was only one Boy Scout for you.
To be continued…
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Fic Writer 20 Questions
I got tagged by the lovely @thejediandthemandalorian thank you 💜💜💜
1.) How many works do you have on ao3
15
2.) What's your ao3 word count?
147,444 words
3.) What fandoms do you write for?
"Writing" is such a strong word. Codywan is the one that inspires me the most at the moment to the point I want to add little backstories.
4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?
I Got My Head Checked
Outtakes of IGMHC
Art for IGMHC
black
Codywan Art and Hubris
5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I try to!! When someone is kind enough to leave a reaction, I should thank them at the very least! Excuse Number 1: I get overwhelmed easily. Excuse Number 2: Especially with long or thoughtful comments, when I answer those I feel like that's the end of that interaction and I don't want that to end
6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
It's gotta be one of the Mood Color Panties that ended with an emotional cliffhanger...
7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Uhhhhh in terms of happy ending to fic setting ratio? Probably the MCU/Snowpiercer crossover that ends somewhat like the movie wherein they discover that not everything on the outside world is dead and gone.
8.) Do you get hate on fics?
Not yet? *crosses fingers*
9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?
I have written smut. With BDSM and lingerie. But I don't feel the smut groove anymore. Once in a while I do like to dabble in erotica when drawing though
10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
I've officially written one (1) crossover of MCU/Snowpiercer. Unofficially, I've chucked words at friends about The Covenant/Fantastic Four where Johnny Storm and Chase Collins are roommates for whatever reason and Chase is trying to close a portal to Hell and fighting off demons while Johnny is oblivious to it all until his Lucky Charms are gone.
11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I'm aware of. Plenty of art got stolen though.
12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yus! A smutty stucky one-shot got translated into Russian
13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
Does The Unlucky Ones count??? I just wanted spoopy Cody but I can't not do backstory for AUs, so my mind is churning out the lore. Then @adiduck was like, “hey, I have some ideas for TUO, how about--“ and then I buried her in the sandbox.
The only bits I wrote (with Adi's blessing) are the snippets on the artworks. She is writing the fic while we both excitedly yell at each other.
14.) What's your all time favorite ship?
Just one???? All of them have a special place
15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?
I don't have any fic WIPs atm
16.) What are your writing strengths?
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh quite a lot of people pointed out that my pacing is good, and some people like my humor! Thank you <3
17.) What are your writing weaknesses?
I'm too rushed. And like, a whole lot of technical stuff I don't know.
18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I like it. It can add a lot of things to the characters, plot, or setting. What I personally don't like if the words in another language are in italics.
19.) First fandom you wrote for?
Weiß Kreuz. It's in German and the forum it was posted on is long gone. There's an FMA fic on ff.net still. You won't find that one either.
20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?
I Got My Head Checked :D It started as a naive "lolol what would I want Sithywan to look like? just the once", grew to "But listen, Glimmer, it would be so funny if Sithywan is like "I need a week" as his estimation for how long he needs for Cody to spill every secret ever to him, and it ends with Sithywan just getting up in the cell like he's never been injured/tortured at all and going like "Thank you, that's all I need" like some method acting Black Widow type, but internally starting his journey of “omfg I want him carnally and emotionally””, and then it spiraled into 75k words with more catharsis for me as a person than should be possible. And a greenhouse.
More IGMHC trivia!!
Oban Ouaine, Qui-Gon's Cody's Venator, is Gaelic for little green bay. I wanted a connection of Qui-Gon and his fandom plants. And I thought Oban Ouaine sounds a little bit like Obi-Wan
the original plan was that the whole Venator is like a jungle with plants everywhere. @elwenyere brought up "they have a greenhouse?" and I ran with that instead, not knowing it would turn into a central stage for hope and healing for the characters
TAG YOU'RE IT: @adiduck @elwenyere @ifonlyweknewwhatiwasdoing @meebles @merlyn-bane @wrennette @lttrsfrmlnrrgby and anyone who wants to bc this was fun!
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Navy's Port of Call
Your stop for all things fic and writing related.
Writer Info
⚓ My Masterlist
⚓ I write female reader insert fanfiction and do my best to make the reader as inclusive as possible. For that reason, I do not use "readers" in any of my moodboards or graphics.
⚓ I write primarily for Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters, but am open to other fandoms.
⚓ Writing Updates: I currently do not have a posting schedule as I write in my limited free time and post when I can. Please, be patient and I will share updates as they are available.
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⚓ Requests: Formal requests are currently closed, but never be ashamed to send me your shameless hoe thots, gifs, videos, headcanons, etc. They may inspire something!
⚓ I love discussing my fics and thots, so feel free to ask or comment if you're curious. I value that feedback.
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⚓ I do NOT consent to have my work posted, translated or published to any third party site or app. If anyone sees my work anywhere but here or archiveofourown under my same username, it has been reposted without my permission.
⚓ Minors: DNI
I Will Write
⚓ Smut, fluff, angst (within reason), light, soft!dark, dark, AUs (feel free to ask), age difference (of age), poly/threesome, reverse harem, dubcon, noncon, cnc, yandere, D/s, somnophilia, cockwarming, sex pollen, praise, praise and degradation, breeding, chase, power imbalance, choking, knife play, voyeurism, exhibitionism, bondage, edging, overstimulation, breath play, sensory deprivation, A/B/O, stepcest, and more. Feel free to ask if it isn't listed below.
I Will Not Write
⚓ RPF, pedophilia, bestiality, necrophilia, incest, race play, watersports, underage scenarios, scat play, cheating between "main" couple, miscarriage.
Who I'll Write For
⚓ Sebastian Stan Characters: Bucky Barnes, Scott Huffman, Nick Fowler, Hal Carter, Chris Beck, Jefferson, Destroyer!Chris, Steve Kemp, Charles Blackwood, Lee Bodecker, Mickey Henry, Chase Collins, Lance Tucker
⚓ Chris Evans Characters: Steve Rogers, Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Jake Jensen, Ransom Drysdale, Curtis Everett, Frank Adler, Lloyd Hansen
⚓ Henry Cavill Characters: Clark Kent, August Walker, Walter Marshall, Captain Syverson
⚓ Misc. Characters: Dean Winchester, Soldier Boy, Jax Teller, William Miller, Raymond Smith, Sierra Six, Morpheus, The Corinthian, Harwin Strong
Happy reading, lovelies! 💙 And thank you to @rookthorne for the divider and @sgt-seabass for the header. 💙
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Debauched, Deranged, & Defiled Masterlist
Taken into a home of hired murderers, you are used for their enjoyment in whatever they deem necessary. Whether it’s to offer them comfort, or to offer them a place to let off some steam, never tell them no, or there will be hell to pay!
Lloyd Hansen, Robert Pronge, Bryce Langley, Justin Capshaw, Ransom Drysdale, Chase Collins, Nick Fowler
A/N: this is an assassin AU and will have dark themes of kidnapping, using your body, a bit of Stockholm syndrome, and is going to smut with a bit of plot. Have fun with this. My work is also 18+ ONLY minors DNI
*Divider created by @firefly-graphics
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Period Comfort p.4
warnings: period, implied smut
characters: Chase Collins, Jefferson, Steve Kemp, Chris Beck
MINORS DON’T INTERACTION WITH THIS
He hated to see you lying on bed and whimpering because of the pain.
He tries to find something that could help you.
But his magic is useless this time.
Sitting on the edge of the queen-size bed, Chase stared at you with worried eyes, his eyebrows knitted, and he didn't dare to touch you as you're too delicate.
The summer heat burned your back and you huffed, turn over to meet him, you looked up at him with your best doe eyes.
"Chase...Can you bring me an ice bag and wet towel?"
"Anything for you, Sleeping Beauty." He tugged a strand behind your ear and stood up to fulfill your request.
When he came back, your back exposed to him as your plump thighs did. He swallowed thickly and kneeled on the bed, he covered the ice bag with the towel and started rub your heating back.
Your sighed in relief made him smile, feather kisses dropped on your back of neck, shoulder and back, he stopped at your waistband.
His fingers trailed the shape of your hips down your cloth mound, you moaned quietly and cringed his pillow tighter.
"Don't worry Aurora. The Wizard is guarding the garden, no one would dare to harm you."
This guy demanded the White queen, and the Caterpillar gave him advices to ease your pain. Mr. Rabbit brought you tea and sweets, Jefferson leaned on the door frame and watched you like a hawk.
“I’m fine, Sonny. Please come here and hug me.”
The mad hatter slowly approached you; his long arms imprisoned you like the golden cage. You snuggled into his chest and drank his comfortable scents eagerly.
He kissed your hair, your face, and your inner wrists.
His pairs of blue eyes, the rubbing belly skill, and the steady heartbeat lured you to sleep.
“When you became better, I’ll host a tea party for you, Alice.”
Period? It means the more fun play to both of you actually.
Being tied up on the bed, the chains kept your legs parted and the end is locked the four corners of the wooden bed.
The rough rope between your legs is stimulating your pussy through your underwear.
When Steve back from work, down the basement and to see you whimpering because the sting yet pleasure torture, you lift your head up and pouting.
"Stevie..." He shake his head and click his tongue.
"I'm helping you forget the pain, sunshine. I'll be back in 10 minutes. Don't cum. "
You dry humping the rope, until it sting your lower lips. But the fire in your body didn't faded, it still there and burning.
Your tears rolled down when Steve back, he changed to the dark blue shorts, the water trailed down his chest and you feel more hot to see him wear the black shirt with button opened
He kneeled down to admire your drenched panties and smirk, picked up a scalpel, he shred your panties into half, with the rope still here, his point finger strokes your pussy.
Your back arched against the sheet and scream silently. Your body miss him, hungry for him all day long.
"Please, Stevie. Please..."
"Ah uh, I taught you how to beg properly, sunshine, last chance."
"Please, please let me cum, my lord..."
Your sobbing and hoarse voice make him sigh in happily. Cut the rope and put two fingers into your hungry pussy, he kiss your earlobe and whisper
"Now, sunshine, CUM."
Compared to Steve, Chris is angel from the heaven. That's not means he won't tease you, he and Steve are friends and colleagues after all.
"Ah...I can't wait to fill you up, what did you say, cupcake? Being fulld of me and babysit the other infants, what a sacred and obscenely picture, don'tyou think?"
Your back against his chest, his hips snapped rhythmically and his cock stroke your folds, you moan and cringed to him.
"I could feel your sweet pussy pulsing against my cock, cupcake. Too bad you're in period so I couldn't feed this unsatisfied mouth. Be patient, baby. It's almost done."
His hand massage your breasts and kissed your shoulder roughly and messily. Your slick and blood all absorbed by tampons.
After your steamy moments, he helped you changed that, his eyes glued to the soaked tampons and licked his lips.
"Oh baby, after your period. I need to taste your pussy."
#1000night masterlist#period drabbles#chase collins x reader#steve kemp x reader#jefferson x reader#chris beck x reader#female reader#1000drabble series
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Brother's best friend chase x bratty reader where they hate each other, with some age difference and chase being a mocking/degrading asshole + rough sex, size kink etc and any other kinks you wanna add 🥰
Chase Collins x Reader; dub!con, age gap (reader is 20, Chase is 30s), degradation, humiliation, rough sex, size kink, sorta breeding kink
ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+
"Fuck you!" you shouted, getting in Chase's face.
"Fuck you!" he yelled back, not backing down.
You both seethed, glaring at each other, Chase's eyes pitch black. You moved at the same time, mouths smashing together messily. Chase lifted you onto the counter, spreading your legs and fitting himself between them. He tore his mouth away, spitting, "I fucking knew you wanted me, such a fucking slut, always wearing those tight little shirts and these short skirts whenever your brother and I came over, just waiting for me to fucking take you, huh?"
You gasped as he bit down hard on your neck, sucking a bruise. "I didn't! Not for you," you managed to get out, as he slipped his hand under your skirt, other hand freeing his cock.
"Who then? Not your fucking brother, and don't say yourself, that's pathetic. We both know it was for me, either that or you're just a fucking whore. Which is it honey? You want me or you're a whore. Say it," Chase hissed, wrenching his fingers out of you and slamming his cock into you.
"I'm a whore!" you screamed, stretching around him. Chase laughed, fucking into you harshly, not letting you adjust, keeping you feeling stuffed full.
"Can't even fucking admit you want me, would rather say you're a whore, that's fucking pathetic honey. Don't worry, I know the truth, your tiny cunt's grasping at me like a fucking sleeve. Such a small fucking cunt, gonna fill you up with just one load, it's gonna spill right out of you."
Chase fucked you hard, pushing you fast into your orgasm it hitting you quickly, making you tense around him. "Hah, fucking whore, came already huh? Told ya you wanted me, wanted my dick. I'll fuck you honey, fill you up full."
Chase pumped his hips a few more times and came with a groan, deep inside you. His hands were bruising on your hips, his teeth biting down on your neck again. You tightened around him, aftershocks trembling through you.
You shoved him away from you saying, "I still fucking hate you."
#chase collins#chase collins smut#chase collins x reader#chase collins x you#chase collins x y/n#smut#no y/n
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The fifth son of Ipswich.
First, I want to apologize to @reelovesbuckybarnes. I said I would write Chase Collins (like months ago), and just now I got to do it. I am so, so sorry. If you are still interested, here it is.
You asked for a dark naughty thing, and I tried my best. I made some changes though.
Let’s get to it!
There are 3 chapters to this. The characters are all adults. I am not comfortable writing underaged smut. The reader is female and a witch.
Mind the tags, everyone. (If I forgot any tag, let me know, please!)
Tags: Romance, happy ending, smut, magic.
TW: Blood, smut, toxic relationship, jealousy, cursing, fighting, love (lol).
Please, if you are underage, do not interact!
AO3.
Summary:
Your relationship with Chase Collins is far from healthy. He pushes and pulls you as he pleases, whenever he wants it.
Although you hate how much power he has over you, you happily play along. Little does he know that 'daughter of Salem' means much more than the word witch. And being one of them, you know very well what they are capable of doing.
Chapter 1 – Absconditus.
"What are you doing here?" You asked, walking inside your apartment and closing the door behind you with your foot. Making yourself busy and avoiding looking in his general direction. Just a glance, you promised yourself. The almost inexistent living room illuminated by the full moon shining through the curtain. Making his presence hard to see.
Well, you couldn't see him, but you could sense him. It was always like that. Since the moment he first smiled your way, he had been upfront with you, and so you couldn’t complain. He came and went whenever he pleased. Saying that he couldn't live without you but couldn't stay either. You were his fix. A momentary glimpse into the ordinary.
That was him. Always ready for a hunt.
Chase Collins.
"Long time no see."
You heard his voice coming from the shadows. His tone always laced with smugness. And as much as he tried, he couldn't hide from you the longing that lingered in the underlines.
"I'm not playing this game anymore. Last time you said you were leaving. Never coming back. Why don't you put your tail between your legs and leave once and for all?"
You finally turned in his general direction. Placing your hands on your hips and giving him an exasperated sigh. Your hands traveled through your hair and down your face. Your eyes scanning the place until you felt his hands landing softly on your waist. His lips closing on that spot at your neck that made your legs become jelly. You hated how he made you feel. How much he knew you.
You hated it more when he wasn't touching you, though.
"Chase…" His name fell from your lips in a lustful whisper. Your hand making its way to his hair and pulling him close. Closer.
"Missed me?" He asked between kissing and nibbling at your skin. His hands caressing your arms down to your stomach. Inside your pants. Making circles where you need him the most.
"Chase, please." Your eyes rolled before closing. Your hands found his over your jeans and held it there. Trying to get some sense of control.
He shushed your plea with a harsh kiss. All tongue and teeth and bite. His finger rougher around your clit. His other hand around your neck. His thumb on your jaw, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. He walked both of you forward until your hands were against the kitchen counter. His lips left yours to whisper filth in your ear.
"I know you missed me. I can feel how much by the slick on my fingers. The way you bend and curve around my body. The way you let me take what I want." His hand made its way under your t-shirt and cupped your breast. "Never once have I seen you wearing a bra. Lucky me, I guess." He pinched your nipple and shushed your unrestrained moan with another kiss. He grazed your jaw with his teeth until he reached your ear. "Still want me to leave?" He knew you were almost seeing stars. The sweet music your body sang to him floating in the air. Your trembling legs making you search for balance on his arm. "I think I should go," he spoke loudly. His tone bored as if he were ordering food. The warmth from his fingers just a memory in between your legs, denying you your release.
Fed up with his attitude, you turned around. All control you had over your mind gone with the ghost of his lips on your skin. You looked into his eyes and saw the teasing grin playing on his lips. You hated it. You hated him.
"Fuck you."
You let your magic flow through your arms and watched as he flew over the couch and crashed against the wall. The laughter that followed your outburst made your blood boil, so you walked over to him.
From the floor he looked at you. That stupid grin still on his face. His eyes never leaving yours. He lifted his hand and licked his fingers.
"Still tastes the same."
You marched his way and kissed him. You bit his lip until it bled. "I hate you." Your hand found his belt, and not getting rid of it fast enough, you let your magic do its thing while you took your own jeans off and he his t-shirt. The button of his pants flew in the air, and he pulled you to his lap. His lips found yours when your hand circled his cock. His head hit the wall behind him when you enveloped him in one fast movement.
"Fuck!" He kissed you again. His hands on your hips, pulling you down. Your hands on his chest, drawing crescent moons filled with blood. "Fuck!" Was all he could say. Over and over.
He could be a jerk, but he never left you wanting. Your pleasure was always a priority. Cock, finger, tongue. You would always have it. Any way you wanted it.
"Chase…"
"I know, babe. I know." His lips parted from yours long enough to sing praises. "You always make me crazy. Your soft lips on mine. Your sweet scent is all I can think about. That cunt of yours squeezing me just like that." His hand rested on the small of your back and the other on your nape. "Come for me, babe. Hard and fast. Let me feel you trembling. Moaning my name." He cupped your face. "Come for me," he whispered on your lips. "Now." He kissed you.
And you did. You came holding his shoulders. Your whole body trembling like a leaf against the wind. His hands softly on your skin. His arms securing you. His hips thrusting up into you until he too reached his orgasm. Murmuring sweet nothings in your ear. Empty promises you knew would be broken by the next hour.
Without a single word, he cradled you in his arms. Making circles on your back, landing gentle kisses on your shoulder.
"Why did you come?"
"You know why."
"It's always the same." You sighed. "Will you stay until I wake up, or will you be gone before I even fall asleep?"
He looked at you. Regret filled his eyes.
"The latter then."
"You know why I can't stay."
"I can help you."
"No one can help me."
"Because you don’t allow it. You push me away every time I try."
"I'm too far gone. I don't want to hurt you."
You parted from his chest. Fanning your hands on it. "I can help you, Chase. Give me a chance-"
"I said no." His tone louder than he intended. "I can't."
You nodded. Standing up, you took his clothes and threw them his way. "This ends here."
He laughed. His eyes roamed your naked legs, a pleased smile on his face. "It never really does, does it?"
"I'm serious, Chase. This ends here. Now."
"And what exactly are you planning to do."
"You may be a son of Ipswich, but I am a daughter of Salem."
You saw his body tense for a second. His eyes searching yours.
"So, you are going to bewitch me?" His tone teasing. Doubting.
"No. I'm going to put a spell on me."
"On you?" He chuckled. His arms crossed over his body, his feet taking him to you.
"Absconditus."
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That was the last time you saw him.
You had searched all the books in your coven. Studied the dark spells. Until one day, you stumbled upon it. There, lying on your sister's desk rested a book you were sure you had already read a thousand times. The spell was simple. You only needed the DNA of the person you wanted to hide from and recite the word with certainty. The person could search as much as they wanted, but they could only find you if you allowed them. And you didn't. Couldn’t.
For two long years you hid from him. Trying to find a cure for his addiction. A way to save him from himself.
And you found it right after his twenty-first birthday. The time for his ascension.
You only hoped you weren't too late.
Thank you for reading. Likes and reblogs are love!
#chase collins#the covenant#chase collins/female reader#chase collins/witch female reader#chase collins/witch reader#smut#toxic relationship#jealousy#romance#happy ending#magic
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Hello Beautiful Peoples!!
I've just started writing fan fics/headcannons, I've always loved writing so I decided to give it a try.
Here is a list of all the people/fandoms I'll be writing for:
Teen Wolf:
Scott McCall
Stiles Stilinski
Derek Hale
Allison Argent
Lydia Martin
Malia Tate
Liam Dunbar
Kira Yukimura
Peter Hale
Theo Raeken
Isaac Lahey
Cora Hale
Jordan Parrish
Erica Reyes
Brett Talbot
Braeden
The Maze Runner:
Thomas
Minho
Newt
Gally
Aris
Brenda
Harriet
Sonya
Winston
Teresa
Twilight:
Jacob Black
Bella Swan
Edward Cullen
Rosalie Hale
Emmett Cullen
Esme Cullen
Carlisle Cullen
Alice Cullen
Jasper Hale
Leah Clearwater
Seth Clearwater
Sam Uley
Embry Call
Quill Aterea
Tanya
Kate
Carmen
The Last of Us:
Ellie Williams
Abby Anderson
Joel Miller
Dina
Once Upon A Time:
Emma Swan
Regina Mills
Snow White
Prince James "Charming"
Peter Pan
Felix
Devin
Belle
Drizella Tremaine (I freaking love Adelaide Kane)
iZombie:
Liv Moore
Major Lilywhite
Peyton Charles
Blaine DeBeers
Dr. Ravi Chakrabarti
Chase Graves
Lowell Tracey
Levon Patch
TVDU:
Elena Gilbert
Stefan Salvatore
Damon Salvatore
Caroline Forbes
Bonnie Bennett
Matt Donovan
Tyler Lockwood
Alaric Saltzman
Jeremy Gilbert
Enzo
Kai Parker
Klaus Mikaelson
Elijah Mikaelson
Rebekah Mikaelson
Freya Mikaelson
Kol Mikaelson
Hayley Marshall
Cami O'Connell
Davina Claire
Marcel Gerard
Jackson Kenner
Kaleb Westphall
Keelin
Hope Mikaelson
Josie Saltzman
Lizzie Saltzman
Landon Kirby
MG (Milton Greasley)
Jed Tien
Rafael Waithe
Ethan Machado
Cleo Sowande
Finch Tarrayo
Stranger Things:
Eleven (no smut!)
Mike Wheeler (no smut!)
Will Byers (no smut!)
Lucas Sinclair (no smut!)
Max Mayfield (no smut!)
Dustin Henderson (no smut!)
Steve Harrington
Jim Hopper
Nancy Wheeler
Joyce Byers
Jonathon Byers
Robin Buckley
Billy Hargrove
Eddie Munson
Dmitri (Enzo)
Kali Prasad (8)
Henry Creel/Peter Ballard
Sam and Colby:
Sam Golbach
Colby Brock
Seth Borden
Jake Webber
Corey Scherer
Katrina Stuart
Kris Collins (KallMeKriss)
Stas Siver
Amanda Raye
Wednesday:
Wednesday Addams
Enid Sinclair
Tyler Galpin
Xavier Thorpe
Ajax Petropolus
Bianca Barclay
That is all for today my people! I do take requests, so please tell me what you would like and I'll try to get to it!
Have a good morning/day/night❤️🫶
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