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straywords · 1 year
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°•☆One small favor☆•°
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Kinktober Day 5 ♦️ Anal ♦️ Kinktober Masterlist
Chase Collins x Reader
Chase has gotten used to always getting his way with you.
CW: Non-con/Dub-con, mind control, magic
Words: 1.5k
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Chase can get you to do anything. 
And he brags about it too, brags about you, to his friends, to everyone who will listen. His obedient little girlfriend. 
His pretty girl. His to spoil, to fuck and always show a good time.
It helps that he never needs to try very hard to convince you. Usually, all he has to do is flash that charming, crooked smile of his and you’ll bend over backwards - sometimes literally - no matter what he asks.
But you have to draw the line somewhere. Turns out there are things even Chase can’t get you to do.
"I’m not comfortable with that, Chase," you protest, coaxing his hand away as he tugs at your lace panties. 
His pink lips bunch in a pout.
"Why not?" He crawls over you, the bulge in his pants poking into your thigh. "You let me fuck your pussy in every position, from the front, from the back…" His silky voice lowers to a sinful bass. "You even let me come inside when I asked." Warmth blooms inside your cheeks. "Come on, beautiful, it’s really not that different…"
"It is different." you stammer, shoving him off you. 
Chase scoffs in disbelief, laying there with his white shirt half-unbuttoned for a few seconds. Frustration laces his heated words.
"How can you know you don’t like it if you don’t try it?" he snaps. 
A mischievous grin twists his lips. 
"Like this time I tied you to the bed. Just let me loosen you up a bit and you’ll see."
His hands slot over your hips, massaging the soft flesh. Teeth burying in your lip, you get a little lost in the delight of his touch. But as his fingers creep beneath your skirt again, you rise from the bed instantly.
"Chase, cut it out," you urge as your forehead creases. You pull on your plaid skirt and button up your shirt again. "I’ll see you at Caleb’s party. It’ll give you some time to cool off."
He tosses you a frosty glance before harrumphing in discontent, ignoring you completely as you pick up your things. When you try to peck his cheek, his head turns.
A petty show of immaturity you’re not unfamiliar with. Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you heave out a deep sigh. You know Chase. He’ll be pissed off for a hot minute then be all over you again in two days. Pouting like a child who’s refused another dip in the cookie jar before a new, shiny object draws his focus. And the shiny object will be you. Always you.
So you step outside the house and text your friend Savannah. The text chain is brimming with excited emojis, mostly from her. She’s excited for Caleb’s party and wants to meet at the Halloween store to pick a sexy costume. She wants your opinion. 
As you read Savannah’s message, an idea grows in your head. 
So what kind of sexy costumes are we talking about here? you shoot back, a smile already twitching over your lips.
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The party’s already in full swing when you and Savannah arrive. The house is packed with people and loud techno beats blast from the speakers. 
As your eyes dart around, seeking your boyfriend, you nearly bump into Tyler. 
Bouncing on your feet, you ask impatiently, "Hey, Ty. Have you seen Chase?" 
You don’t miss how his gaze zeroes in on your sexy angel costume, lingering on your cleavage. 
"No, but I hear you guys had a big fight." He invades your space, getting closer than you’re comfortable. "Sorry about that." He doesn’t sound one bit sorry. "But if you ask me, you’re too good for him anyways…"
You pinch your lips in annoyance. "Well I didn’t ask you. And it wasn’t that big a fight."
"Still-" he insists. 
Thankfully, Savannah rescues you, wedging herself between you and Tyler. 
"So what’s your deal? Tyler Simms, right?" she chirps. Above her shoulder, she winks at you. You mouth a quiet 'thank you' while walking away.
For over an hour, you aimlessly wander about the mansion. 
Hope of finding Chase amidst the throng of drunken coeds has sourly plummeted. You’re almost ready to go home, and finally discard the towering high heels murdering your feet, when a sudden blow of warm air over your neck causes you to pivot sharply. 
"Boo." The ominous rumble makes you jump. As you take in who’s facing you, you give him a light punch in the chest. "Chase! You scared me, you jerk."
He chuckles at your reaction. Then, he pauses, his appreciative leer sweeping over your scantily clad figure. His Dracula costume, complete with a cape and fake fangs, is a contrast to the sinfully short white dress and wings you elected to wear. 
His thick lashes fall to half-mast as he grabs your waist.
"Damn, is that your way of trying to apologize, pretty girl?" He seizes your chin, lips slanting in a lopsided smirk. "We should fight more often then." When he cocks his head over your shoulder, soft lips grazing the crook of your neck, heat nips at your skin. "Are you even wearing any panties underneath that?"
You gulp in a sharp breath before a bold response tumbles from your mouth.
"How about you find out?"
"Hm, naughty girl," he purrs. 
You don’t resist as he takes your hand, dragging you upstairs. A tickle of excitement runs through you. 
Chase is on you before you’re even fully in the room. This might be Caleb’s room, you note from a quick inspection of your surroundings. It’s such a typical Chase move to do this here, just to rile him up, but you’re frankly too horny to care. His groans against your shoulder as he plucks at your curves summons ripples on your flesh.
The door noisily slams closed behind you and Chase. 
"Must be the wind," you giggle. The window isn’t open but what other explanation is there? Objects don’t move on their own.
"I want you on all fours for me, beautiful," he rasps, urgency thick in his tone. You resist at first. Chase cradles your face and his gaze draws you in. You find yourself incapable of drifting your focus away from his eyes. They are darker than ever before, bewitching. Inside you, something melts and your shoulders droop, tension ebbing away from your limbs. 
Absently, you heed his words, crawling over the sheets on your hands and knees. 
"Love the view from here," he says. Sparks bloom in your chest at his suggestive praise. "Why don’t you lift that cute little ass and show me what’s mine?"
You tilt your ass upwards, air suspending in your lungs as Chase roams his palms over the flimsy fabric covering your backside. He slowly tugs your panties down your thighs, humming low in his chest at the sight of your bare, glistening cunt.
An exhale quakes out of your lips as he swipes a finger along your folds, nudging your tender bundle of nerves just a little.
"Look at that. You’re my needy little whore, aren’t you, beautiful?"
"Ah…yes. I am."
As you feel the pressure of his thick tip prodding against your tight hole instead of your cunt, you scowl and turn your head.
"Wait, Chase. I told you I didn’t want-"
His velvety lilt penetrates your senses, interrupting your protests. Tingles spread as his warm breath fans over your neck, his large hands steadying your thighs. 
"What you want most is…my fat cock in your tight little ass," Chase whispers, his throbbing need resting against your ass cheek. 
Your mind is fuzzier than usual though you’re not sure why. A strange haze engulfs your qualms and worries. You don’t remember much, the words hovering on your tongue dissipating. Only Chase and his taut length against your quivering skin. Lust crowds your mind, shoving the doubts aside.
"You’ll do anything for it, even beg," he says. 
Wanton pleas fall from your tongue easily. You wiggle your hips.
"Please, Chase, I need your fat cock in my ass. I need it right now."
You really really do. It’s the only thing you can think about. 
The squirt of lube and Chase’s grunts as he lathers his dick land in your ears. He purrs in satisfaction, "Hm, it’s what I like to hear." His slick cock pries your puckered hole open as you gasp, fisting the sheets. "How could I ever refuse my pretty girl?"
Throaty moans rise up his chest as he slams his dick inside you. Your lips part in a quiet scream, pain radiating through your body. He wastes no time, pummeling inside you as soon as his tip finds the hilt of you.
"Fuck, squeezing me so tight. Such a greedy hole."
Tears spring in your eyes. Chase laughs as you sob shakily beneath him.
You hear the smug grin as he coos lewdly in your ear,
"I’m gonna spend all night making sure you can feel me for days, pretty girl."
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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year
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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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jessybarnes · 1 year
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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
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"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."
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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.
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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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sebastiansluts · 2 years
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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
ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+
"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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ellerosie2332 · 2 years
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Thank you for 300 followers. I love all you guys ❤️❤️
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axelsagewrites · 7 months
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Roy Kent*Locker Room
Pairing: Season one!Roy Kent x f!reader
Word count: 2063
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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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deanbrainrotwritings · 7 months
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— GIANTS IN THE OCEAN
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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
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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.
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“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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Nightingale Chapter Ten - The Brand New Day
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Summary: Jensen Ackles seemed to have it all. A hit television series fifteen years running, a budding music career and a stunning wife. To the casual observer, his life was perfect. But it was a façade. No more real than the supernatural world created on a soundstage.
That day on the lake had started with uncertainty, but when he pulled you from the water everything became clear. The truth was, he’d been the one drowning.
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Jensen x Reader, Jensen x You
Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki, Misha Collins, Reader
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Hospitals, Drowning, Fluff, Angst, Smut, unprotected sex
Chapter Ten: The Brand New Day
Word Count: 3117
Author’s Notes: This is a complete work of fiction about a real life person. The circumstances are totally made up and are in no way a commentary on the fantastic Jensen Ackles or his family.
This is also a unique reader insert story as I have given the reader a physical description including hair color, eye color and body type. Hopefully you can still lose yourself in the utter fantasy where Jensen is the hero and you are ripe for rescuing!
Additional Notes: The response to this story has been beyond my expectations! You guys have been the best! Thank you for continuing to read my work and encourage me, its kept my eye on the prize :)
Additional Warnings: I would be remiss if I didn’t say right upfront that this chapter has all kinds of sexy pay off in it. Seriously, its all there so if that’s not your bag or if you are not of age, steer clear. No hard feelings.
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It took exactly twenty-seven minutes to get from your front door to Jensen’s and you were grateful for every second as you poured over recent events. You’d spent the past few weeks desperately trying to figure out who you were. Devoted every waking hour to chasing the ghost of your past self only to have it slip through your fingers like smoke. Now you knew why. You’d gone about it all wrong, put your focus in the wrong place. You’d been so distracted by what was missing that you were blind to gift the universe had dropped right in your lap.
Maybe that was why you seemed so unhappy in your old life. Maybe that was why the prospect of getting your dream job sent you into a panic. Maybe you had a habit of failing to recognize the good things that were right in front of you. Regardless of the reason, Jensen was right, the choice was yours. If you were brave enough to make it.
Something was released in that moment, and you felt free. Suddenly, it didn’t matter that you hated your apartment or that you couldn’t remember your high school graduation. All of this worry over your past had nearly robbed you of the possibility of a future. You’d kept yourself in limbo, unable to go back and unwilling to move forward.
You were through waiting, through worrying. You chose Jensen and with every passing moment you felt stronger. So confident that you were nearly drunk with it. By the time Jensen unlocked the door, you were ready to take on the world.
He watched you shrug out of your jacket and hang it up in the entry closet, then followed suit. He wasn’t sure what to do now. He knew what he wanted to do; he’d known what he wanted to do for weeks now. He wanted you in every way there was to want another person. Now that he knew you felt the same way, he was nervous. He felt like a teenager, even his palms were sweaty. It was ridiculous!
“Big day, huh?”
“Great day.”
“Yeah?” he asked, eyeing you.
You lit up in a smile, “Yeah.”
Jensen smiled back softly, searching your blue eyes for any hint of regret. “Are you sure?”
You felt weight of all those unasked questions just under the surface of his simple query. He was always worried about you, always taking care of you. That was just part of who he was, but this was different. He was as keenly aware of the change as you were and always the gentleman, he wanted to make sure you were good with it.
This was the dance, the prelude. The nervousness that came hand in hand with risk. This was good, old fashioned, do you like me check-one-for-yes-two-for-no.
Who would have guessed that Jensen Ackles, who had millions of fans weak in the knees with no more than a wave and a smile, would be nervous?
God, he’s adorable!
“I’ve spent so much time being unsure about everything from my name to the day of the week that I’ve been absolutely paralyzed. And I’ve been blind, and I’ve been stupid. I’ve wasted all of this time chasing my past thinking that it would give me answers and magically fix everything. Instead, I found that I was paralyzed there too.”
You reached up and cupped his face in your hands, riding the sudden wave of boldness. “I don’t care if I ever remember another thing about my past. I love you and I’m not going to let another moment pass me by without saying it. I’m not going to let you spend another second of your life wondering how I feel. I don’t want to waste any more time. Do you?”
The words were hardly out of your mouth before he kissed you. The pure heat and passion of it lit a fire deep in your belly. It was one of those kisses that short circuited your brain and switched your thoughts off, leaving only your instincts to respond. You clung to Jensen’s solid shoulders for balance while he kissed you senseless. He was expertly maneuvering that tongue of his in ways that were utterly distracting and promising of things to come. You didn’t realize you’d forgotten how to breathe until your lungs started to burn right as he pulled back.
He grinned, that Winchester-esque grin at your slightly dazed expression. His thumb ran over your glistening bottom lip that was swollen from his attentions. “I love you too.”
Your heart soared and another feeling of rightness clicked into place. You couldn’t help but repeat Jensen’s earlier words back to him, “Are you sure?”
Jensen could be incredibly quick, if properly motivated. In a one swift motion, he swept you off your feet. His hands scooped you up right under your backside, causing you to yelp in delight! You wrapped your legs around his waist as he ran with you to the bedroom, playfully growling into your ear.
You laughed out loud as he dropped you onto the bed, making your bounce slightly. In another impressively fast move, he was hovering over you. His biceps straining in his shirt sleeves as he held himself above you. His intense gaze stoking the flames.
He traced a single finger down your cheek in a touch that was so tender it had your breath catching all over again. “I’m sure.”
Time was all about perspective really. It truly only existed because humans decided to mark its passing. On the floor of your closet, you felt the weight of it. It was a precious commodity that you’d wasted on useless endeavors. Here, in Jensen’s bed it seemed to disappear altogether. Either that or the man had an endless supply because he seemed to be in no rush.
He savored you, inch by tantalizing inch. With anyone else, it would have made you wonder if they felt the same desire you did. But with him, there was no lack of heat. It was as if he were experiencing the sensation of touch for the very first time and testing it on you.
Those hands of his!
Those clever, talented hands that were always so warm traveled over your body. They found secret places that worked like a series of tumblers. Every time he tripped one, your pulse would pick up pace and he was that much closer to unlocking something that was quickly building inside you.
All of that, and you were both still fully clothed.
Jensen was still exploring that ultra-sensitive spot just behind your ear when you began tugging on his shirt in earnest. Your slim fingers found the bottom hem and worked it up while you pressed hot kisses along his jawline, finally capturing his bottom lip and sucking hard.
The shift was immediate, and he groaned in appreciation. In one of those simple moves of his that you found so sexy, he pulled at the back of his t-shirt and worked it up over his head. Your eyes traveled over the solid wall of his chest and the broad muscles of his shoulders. Those delectable freckles were scattered across his collarbones and down the tanned lines of his abdominal muscles.
If God truly made people for one another, Jensen must have been made for you because there wasn’t a single part of him that didn’t appeal.
Your hands wandered up those impressive biceps and he grinned. “Better?”
“Mmm hmm,” you nodded.
He brushed his lips over yours then cocked an eyebrow as he traveled down to kneel at your feet. His hands slid down your body and stopped at the suede, knee-high boots you wore over your leggings. First the left, then the right. The intimate action of sliding the down the long zipper that rested against your calf was far more erotic than it should have been. It was Jensen, everything he did was just so sexy!
When he finally ridded you of your boots and jeans, he simply stared. The line of you was gorgeous! Graceful. Long and silky smooth. Your hips gently flared out and your simple black panties rode high over the curve.
“I’ve been dreaming about these legs.” He ran a hand up the back of your leg and hitched at your knee. “God, they’re gorgeous… just go on for miles.”
“Meters,” you said, struggling to concentrate as he continued to explore.
“Meters?”
“Canada,” you managed to breathe out just as his lips found the inside of your thigh. “It’s meters in… Oh God!”
Jensen gently trailed hot kisses up the satiny skin of your inner thigh, making note of how the sleek muscles there flexed slightly at his touch. “They’re miles to me, Sweetheart.”
He found your center and sucked you right through the already damp fabric. You would have arched right off the bed if he hadn’t been holding your hips firm. Every one of your nerves fired, lighting across your body like and electrical storm. You couldn’t keep track of exactly what he was doing, your mind was overwhelmed by the sensations he was coaxing out of you. At some point you realized your underwear were gone and there was nothing to prevent him from having complete access to you.
He watched the play of emotions on your face as he slipped a single, thick finger deep inside of you. Then another. He explored deeper, mapping you from the inside out. Finding more of those elusive tumblers and tipping them over. Watching you come apart in his hands was the single most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed. Your breasts strained against your sweater as you got closer to that edge. Those incredible legs of yours came up around his neck and your head fell back on a moan of his name. The last tumbler fell, and you followed right behind it.
You were still floating when he was over you again. He was kissing you again, his hands caressing you through the fine cashmere. His thumb grazed your nipple and you gasped into his kiss. Again and again, over and over as the heat in your core started to build. In a miraculous twist, your thoughts came back just enough for you to gain a tiny bit of control. You wrapped one of those legs he liked so much around his hips and maneuvered him so that he was flat on his back.
You straddled his pelvis, enjoying the feeling of him already hard and straining against his jeans. He looked up at you in wonder as you drew your shirt over your head and tossed it to the ground, leaving you in a silk bra and a grin.
His hands came up your sides to span your ribcage. You shook your hair so that it fell over your shoulders and cascaded over him when you leaned down to press an open-mouthed kiss over his thundering heart. When his hazy green eyes, found your blue ones, you winked. He was at your mercy as you trailed kisses down his chest and stomach. You stopped just above his waistband, your fingers made quick work of the belt buckle and when you tugged the jeans down his legs, his briefs came down too.
Jensen certainly didn’t disappoint. Built didn’t quite capture it. Narrow hips, well-muscled thighs, and a rock-hard length.
God, he’s so sexy!
You didn’t realize you’d said that aloud until his rough voice reached your ears, “I’ve got nothing on you, Sweetheart.”
When you touched him, his eyes shuttered, and his breath came out in a telling hiss. You closed your hand around him and stroked, earning a groan of appreciation with each pass. Velvet over steel.
“Christ, Y/N… you gotta stop, or this’ll be over before it even gets started.”
“We haven’t started yet?” you teased, reaching behind your back to undo your bra clasp.
He cupped both your breasts at once, palming you with delightful friction. You’d always thought yourself lacking in that department, always wished you had more of a bustline. The hint of latent self-consciousness was whisked away when Jensen gently massaged your breasts, dwarfing them with size of his hands.
He shook his head in wonder, “Perfect. How can anyone be so perfect?”
“I should be asking you that question.”
Softly, with reverence, he kissed each breast in turn then kissed your properly again. Laying you down in the middle of the mattress, his lips grazing past your earlobe to whisper.
“You are the most beautiful, gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen.” He kissed down your jaw.
“So sexy.” He kissed down the hollow of your throat.
“So perfect.” He kissed across your collarbone.
Your breathing labored as he continued his path down the very center of your chest and his fingers slipped inside your core once more. Your hands raked urgently through his hair, and you bucked up against him.
Suddenly, his lust blown eyes locked with yours and time expanded again. “If you don’t believe that by now, then I haven’t been doing my job.”
Somehow you managed to form a coherent sentence. “You always do your job.”
“Damn right,” he growled and buried himself to the hilt with one solid thrust.
There he stayed, unmoving for a moment. His face buried in the crook of your neck, his ragged breath heating your skin. Your fingers dug into the broad muscles of his back, and you let yourself thoroughly enjoy the feeling of Jensen pinning you to the mattress. The fantastic, masculine weight of his body atop yours. The thickness of him filled you up entirely.
You didn’t need your memories to know that you had never felt as complete as you did in that moment.
Then he moved. Slowly at first, building up his pace, finding that perfect angle. The rhythmic thrusting underscored the primal sounds coming from you both. The friction caused a frenzy. Teeth grazed sweat-slicked skin. Names fell from lips like prayers.
You shifted to take him deeper still. You wrapped your legs around him, hooked your ankles behind his back and he found the sweet spot.
Your toes curled, “God… Jay, don’t stop.”
He kissed you deeply, his tongue swept inside your mouth. Groaning as you tightened and fluttered around him. He had you on the edge of oblivion again, and you weren’t there alone. “Come with me baby… come with me.”
You couldn’t have denied him if you tried. The climax hit you both together. The world exploded and shattered around you, leaving the two of you clinging to each other in its wake. Adrift, floating in a sea of stars and bliss. Two pieces made whole.
You would find each other twice more that night before sleep finally claimed you in sated exhaustion. Neither of you dreamed, for when you woke, reality would be far better than anything your sleeping minds could conjure.
The following morning, you slept late. But to your surprise, Jensen did not. The bed was much bigger without him to share it with. You stretched beneath the covers; a feline smile curved your lips as you felt a reminder of last night’s activities aching deep within. The tantalizing smell of fresh coffee had you up and out of bed. You snagged one of Jensen’s button-down shirts off the back of his chair and padded out to the kitchen.
He was at the breakfast bar in black track pants and a t-shirt. His hair was damp, and he’d already shaved. His brow furrowed slightly as he hunched over the laptop on the counter. Finally feeling your gaze on him, he looked up and broke into a wide grin.
“Hey, there she is!” He was on his feet and kissing you before you could blink. He beamed down at you. “Morning, pretty girl.”
“Morning,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You look chipper today.”
“So do you,” he replied, resting his hands on your hips. “You’ve got that morning after glow about you.”
“Some people call it bed head.”
“I call it gorgeous.” He stole another kiss before releasing you. “Coffee?”
“God, yes.”
When he turned around with the mug in his hands, he stopped and stared. You were perched on one of the barstools, wearing one of his favorite flannels and presumably nothing else. Those legs he liked so much were bare and crossed at the knee, bringing all kinds of ideas to mind. Your dark hair was a tangled cloud and a pretty, pink blush colored your cheeks.
Those bright, bluebonnet eyes shone with promise. It was a brand-new day.
You raised your eyebrows expectantly at him, “Am I going to have to barter for that coffee?”
A hint of Dean Winchester flashed across his face, “What are you offering?”
“The pleasure of my company,” you held up a finger in anticipation of his enthusiasm. “After breakfast.”
His counteroffer was a platter of croissants with apricot jam from your favorite bakery along with fresh cut fruit.
You closed your eyes in appreciation as you savored the buttery layers of pastry. “If this is why you’re up so early, I approve.”
He chuckled and took a seat across from you, “Actually, that’s just a bonus. How do you feel about the mountains?”
You peered at him over the rim of the coffee cup, “I’m a fan.”
“I know this little place, cabin in the woods. Mountains all around, billions of stars at night. It’s only a couple of hours drive. How about we take a road trip?”
The man was full of surprises! “You’re whisking me away to your cabin in the woods?”
He waggled his eyebrows, “If we leave now, there’s a good chance we’ll get snowed in. We could be stuck up there for days. Just you and me.”
“I’ll pack a bag.” You leaned up on your elbows and kissed him loudly, smiling into it. “I just have one request.”
“Mmm. Name it.”
Your lips brushed the curve of his ear, “Can we have sex before we leave? I don’t think I can keep my hands to myself for a whole two hours.”
Those words had him instantly at attention. Vibrating like a plucked guitar string. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Christ,” he growled when your teeth nipped at his earlobe.
“There are worse ways to go.”
You caught a look of challenge on his face before he plucked you up and tossed you over his shoulder. You could only giggle as he marched towards the bedroom, swatting you playfully on your backside.
He laughed too. Sex came in many flavors; fast, slow, hot, sweet, intimate, even detached. But for the first time, it was fun.
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caplanbuckybarnes · 1 year
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Carter Baizen & Chase Collins & Curtis Everette Fics
hello and welcome to my masterlist! This little space features nothing but Castiel x Reader, Alastair x Reader & John Winchester x Reader. I do hope you enjoy! Please Don’t Forget to reblog the fics you enjoy!
Fics with 🤓 are favorites of mine!
Fics with 🔥 smut
Fics with 😡 angst
Fics with 💕 are fluff
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Fics I could possibly consider continuing 🧐
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What Lurks in the Dark Summary: welp…. That just happened. Or did it? [Demon!Cahse Collins x Reader]
----Curtis Everett---
Dark Alley Ends Summary: you’re normal path to get home tunes into a nightmare.
The Last Deed Summary: you finally catch up to the man who killed your family. [LINK TAKES YOU TO AO3]
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foxgloveprincess · 2 years
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This masterlist includes works featured in challenges, requests, and other miscellany where characters do not have a masterlist of their own—yet. Other characters I would consider writing for: other MCU heroes, Chase Collins, Lance Tucker, Charles Blackwood, Bryce Langley. List may be subject to change.
Writing In The Dark Bingo 
Challenge Summary: The stories written for Writing in the Dark Bingo. Includes drabbles featuring Thor, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Loki Laufeyson, Natasha Romanoff, Jake Jensen, Lance Tucker, Ransom Drysdale, Bruce Banner, and Sam Wilson. Heed the warnings. (Dark, Smut)
Attic Wives Anonymous
Series Summary: Welcome to Attic Wives Anonymous! A social club with monthly meetings for likeminded individuals who understand how to kidnap an unsuspecting person truly take care of the one they love. Offered to members is a community, partnership, and protection from outsiders who might expose them as criminals cause distress in such delicate situations. Join our next meeting and unlock the potential for your never-ending horror love story. (Dark, Smut)
An Exploration of Comfort
Series Summary: A series of blurbs/drabbles exploring the various ways we can find comfort with the ones we love. Includes drabbles featuring Phil Coulson, Lee Bodecker, Jake Jensen, Eddie Munson, Jefferson, Thomas Sharpe, Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes, and Steve Rogers. 
Justin Capshaw Blurbs [Justin Capshaw x Mommy Domme x Female Reader, Smut]
Series Summary: A peek into the life of a Mommy, her puppy, and their babygirl. 
Bare It All [Johnny Storm x Female Reader]
Summary: There are just some things you don’t expect to see when you step out of your shower.
Deliver Me [Wanda Maximoff x Vision x Reader, Dark]
Summary: Driving home after an evening away from your wife doesn’t go quite as planned. But Wanda’s prepared for anything.
Don’t Let Go [Eddie Munson x Female Reader]
Summary: Your days in high school were unforgettable thanks to Eddie Munson’s playful idea of teasing.
Let’s Be Honest [Eddie Munson x Female Reader]
Summary: Sequel to Don’t Let Go. It’s time to get reacquainted with Eddie. Honesty is the best policy, right?
Wanting More  [Eddie Munson x Female Reader]
Summary: Part Three for Don’t Let Go and Let’s Be Honest. With a reignited friendship with Eddie, you couldn’t ask for anything more—or maybe you could. 
A Dream of a Life [Maximoff Twins x Female Reader, Monica Rambeau x Female Reader, Dark]
Summary: There’s a prophecy of a princess destined to be claimed by a hideous monster. Even hiding her away in the sanctuary of a far-off temple might not save her.
Avengers Pantheon Dr. Strange Blurb (Stephen Strange x Reader)
Soft!Mr. Freezy Headcanon (Mr. Freezy x Reader)
Bruce at a Party Headcanon/Blurb (Bruce Banner x Reader)
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jobean12-blog · 4 years
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Chase Collins Masterlist
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My Masterlist banner is by @happygowriting​​ Thank you so much love!
* Indicates smut (18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!)
College Goals *
Magic or Madness *
Magic or Madness (part 2) *
A Change of Heart
That’s My Girl
That’s My Girl (part 2) *
Kick Names, Take Ass *
* Indicates SMUT (18+ only please) 
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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years
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Debauched, Deranged, & Defiled Masterlist
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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!
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Lloyd Hansen, Robert Pronge, Bryce Langley, Justin Capshaw, Ransom Drysdale, Chase Collins, Nick Fowler
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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 
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sebastiansluts · 2 years
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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."
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angelicthor · 4 years
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season of the witch
pairing: chase collins x reader
summary: you and chase celebrate his favourite night of the year
warnings/genre: smut: dom/sub dynamic, wax play, pwp.
a/n: a repost for the spooky season
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The rope around your wrists was biting, holding them useless above your head whilst your ankles were tied to either corner of the alter you lay on. Stripped bare, the stone slightly scratching at your skin with every slight movement you made, the cool air causing goosebumps to erupt over every inch of you, nipples hardening with every rush of icy air over them.
You were never certain about where he brought you, but from what you had seen of it, you were sure you were in the basement underneath the derelict manor house on the outskirts of Ipswich. He’d been particularly proud when he’d master the teleportation incantation and exploited it as often as he could.
The walls were made of an exposed brick, gothic archways housing various books, some old dusty bottles of wine, in the very centre of the room was the stone alter you were currently tied down to – you had no idea if it was as old as the rest of the place or if it was something he had added in. You knew he came her sometimes to practise and expand his abilities and you were inclined to believe this place belonged to his parents – his real parents.
The only source of light in the room came from the flickering candles scattered about the place, some on huge stands carved from mahogany, others were simply floating about the air seemingly of their own accord, not that you could see them with the silk covering your eyes.
And then there was him; the man who orchestrated this entire evening, the one who made your heart race and veins flood with desire, the one who made your pussy clench with need with the sound of his voice alone who was sitting in the corner in what you could only describe as a throne, the large wingback chair wrapping around his shoulders like the wings of bat.
He looked positively demonic.
The sight was seared into your mind, the only thing you could see behind your closed lids; not that you wanted to see anything else.
“You look so pretty like this,” He murmured, voice deceptively sweet and you felt the ghost of a touch skim down the skin of your thighs.
You knew it wasn’t him, not really, his voice still sounded from the corner of the room where he was sat, he couldn’t have physically touched you. But, it was him, and he never had to physically touch you.
The phantom hand stopped just before your glistening folds, your hips raising as much as they could as your hands gripped at the rope above them as you desperately tried to entice him to touch you there.
It was a futile effort of course; he never did anything before he wanted to. And if he wanted to leave you tied up like this with nothing but the breeze of touch every few hours then he would. And you’d let him.
You felt the warmth from one of the candles move closer to you, until it was just above your chest and you waited with anticipation for that first drop of hot wax to touch your sensitive skin.
Your chest was rising and falling rapidly, the seconds stretching on into minutes until you couldn’t take it any longer, whining and thrashing about on the altar in frenzied despair as he tortured you with inaction.
He was by you in an instead, kneeling at the top of the altar, his head millimetres from your own, his breath fanning over your neck as he trailed over the column of your throat with his nose, a soft sigh falling from your lips as your head lulled to the side to give him more room.
His hands trailed down your arms and over your breasts, cupping them in his hands as his fingers tweaked at your hardened nipples, your back arching into his touch and you could have sobbed in relief at finally feeling him on you. He peppered gentle kisses from your shoulder, up your neck and stopping just below your ear before nipping on the lobe, grinning at the sharp gasp it pulled from you.
“You want more babygirl?” He purred, kissing your cheek, “Then beg for it. Beg for me; you’re so pretty when you beg sweetness.”
“Chase,” You moaned unabashedly, “Please.”  
“Hm, please what? What do you want me to do?” He hummed, clearly enjoying watching you squirm under his torment.
“Fuck!” You cried out, throwing your head back as tears stained the silk around your eyes, “I want you to touch me! I want you to fuck me so hard I can still feel you next week, I want you to decorate me; with wax, with your cum, fuck I don’t care! Chase please, please, I need you, ple-”
You were cut of with a shocked gasp as Chase let the candle tip above you, the hot wax dripping over your breast before cooling quickly on your skin, leaving trails of hardened wax on you.
“You want more?”
Nodding eagerly, you groaned when Chase treated your other breast with the same attention, letting the wax near-burn your skin as it trailed along your skin you before cooling, covering your chest with splattering’s of wax making you look like a Jackson Pollock painting.
You hissed when Chase tipped the candles over your nipples, groaning as the hot wax encased the stiff buds. Chase continued like this for some time, painting your breasts, stomach and thighs with the candles as your body contorted beneath his assault, held down by the rope wrapped around your wrists and ankles as your body danced along the line between pleasure and pain.
Your cunt was throbbing with need, his relentless teasing causing tears to stream from your eyes, wetness coating your inner thighs as you pleaded with Chase to touch you, fuck you – anything to end your torment.
Chase ceased his teasing, letting the wax on you cool as you recovered slightly from the onslaught of sensations he had delivered you. When your breathing had somewhat evened out again, he peppered chaste kisses across your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks as he held your head in his hands; “How do you feel baby? You wanna continue? What’s your colour?”
Shaking your head ‘no’, you grinned dazedly at him, his voice soft as he broke character to check on your welfare, but you wanted – needed – him to continue.
“Green, green Chase please, please don’t stop.”
Chase shushed you, capturing your lips with his in a searing kiss as he deftly untied the ropes around your ankles, trailing his fingertips up your calf’s and up towards your thighs, trailing them across the wetness that had smeared on your inner thighs but stopped before he got to your glistening golds causing a pitiful cry to fall from your lips as your hips jolted in desperation.
A dark chuckle rumbled deep in his chest as he watched you squirm, pulling the silk that covered your eyes away, so you could once again see his face as he stood at your feet at the end of the altar. You squinted as you adjusted to the soft lighting of the room, gaze immediately falling on the man that had so exquisitely tortured you into the highest state of arousal possible, feeling your cunt clench and heart racing when you noticed the lust-blown eyes that were locked on your trembling form.
Chase slowly stripped out of his clothes; fingers leisurely undoing the buttons of his shirt before shucking it off his shoulders, revealing his chiselled chest to your hungry gaze but moving to undo his belt, the metallic clang echoing around the stone basement and causing a shiver to run down your spine at the sound.
When he was just as naked as you, he crawled on top of you, licking his lips as his deep breaths fanned over you, your hands still suspended above you as you tried in vein to touch him, to tug his hair and claw at his skin but the rope prevented you from fulfilling your desires, something Chase most definitely noticed.
“Oh babygirl,” Chase cooed, dipping his head so his nose grazed against your own, lips only millimetres away from your own, “Do you want me to touch you?”
You mewled in answer, slowly nodding your head in affirmation as you attempted to tilt your head so that your lips met.
Chase’s hands slowly slide up your sides, caressing the soft skin as he travelled from your hips to your chest, cupping your wax-covered breasts in his hands and tweaking the nipples with his thumb and forefinger, smirking as you arched into his touch with a gasp, rutting your dripping pussy against his thigh as you did.
Chase finally slanted his lips over yours, capturing your breath in a slow kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips before licking into your mouth, his hands grasping the flesh of your ass and forcefully grinding your pussy against his thigh, flexing the muscles beneath you as your groaned at the friction on your swollen clit.
Pulling away with a satisfied hum, Chase peppered kisses across your cheek and down your throat, nipping at the skin at the crook of your neck; “You want me to fuck you?” He husked in your ear.
“Yes!” You cried out, “Yes, Chase please, please, fuck me: I can’t wait any longer.”
With a devilish smile, Chase hoisted your leg over his hip, running the head of his hard cock over your folds and coating himself in your arousal. Lining himself up with your opening, he slowly thrust forward inch by inch until his hips were pressed against yours, your silken walls encompassing him as he let out a sharp hiss at the sensation.
You buried your teeth in your lower lip to trap the wanton sounds that threatened to escape as Chase finally filled you, hips rolling against his to try and entice him to move as he buried his face in your neck to gather himself.
Your body was already wound tight like a violin string after being tormented for so long and felt near ready to snap before anything had even begun but you fiercely needed to teeter over that edge that you had been precariously balancing over for far too long now.  
A guttural moan tore from your throat when Chase slowly drew his hips back before thrusting forward, starting a steady rhythm that soon picked up pace until he was wildly bucking his hips into yours, the sounds that erupted from you encouraging him as his cock hit every sensitive spot in you, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist to aid you in meeting his thrusts.
The stone of the altar beneath you scratched your skin with every movement you made, the slight sting of pain only adding to your budding orgasm that was building deep within you. Chase place his hands flat against your head, caging you in between his bulging arms as he ducked down to capture your lips in a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth and completely filthy, his thrusts becoming faster, rougher, your toes curling as you your legs quaked around him.
His animalistic grunts signalled he was close but you knew Chase would never let himself come before you did and so his fingers flew to your pussy, gathering your wetness on his fingertips before he stimulated your clit with tightly drawn circles, the shocks of pleasures it sent down through you causing you to both keen into his sinful touch and shy away at the intensity.
Your release tore through your like a strike of lightening through the night sky, your cunt clenching around Chase’s cock as your ecstasy induced sobs filled the room. Your legs fell limp on the altar, releasing their vice-like hold on Chase’s waist as you rode out your high, euphoria flooding your every vein as blackness blurred the edge of your vision.
Chase’s cock twitched within you, a clear sign of his impending release, and he quickly pulled out of you, kneeling between your spread legs as his hands worked over his cock that was slick with your cum, his release painting your stomach and breasts as he came with a roar, lines of cum mirroring the trails of wax that decorated you.
You both remained motionless as your harsh pants disturbed the silence of the room, Chase watching you with a lopsided grin before he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your sweaty temple, his hand cradling the back of your head as his thumb rubbed soothing circles on your cheek.
“Are you ok?”
“Mm-hm, undo the ropes?” Your asked, voice slurred as your mind was still swimming with delirium.  
Chase quickly rid your wrists of the rope, your arms stiff from being held above your head for so long and Chase massaged them to encourage your blood flow before helping you to sit up on the altar.
“Can you stand?”
You held on to Chase’s arm as you tentatively put one foot on the floor followed by the other, taking a cautious step before your legs gave out beneath you, Chase quickly catching you before you could hit the floor, lifting you in his arms and cradling you against his chest bridal style as you tucked your head under his, cherishing the care with which he handled you.
Chase’s eyes flicked black and the room tilted around, your stomach flipping before you found yourself in your bathroom, Chase delicately placing you on the countertop by the sink, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before moving to turn fill the bathtub, gathering everything he needed and making sure the temperature was perfect for you.
Once the tub was sufficiently filled, Chase lifted you into his arms once more before stepping into the bath, slowly lowering both himself and you until you were both submerged into under the warm bubbles, your back pressed against Chase’s chest as you melted against him.
“Are you feeling ok babygirl?” Chase murmured, voice low and full of concern.
“’M good Chase, very good actually,” You giggled, feeling him smile against your neck.
You spent the next half hour in the bathtub together, Chase washing away the wax and cum that stained your skin as gently as he could whilst whispering praises in your ear and showering you with compliments, intermingled with gentle kisses across the back of your neck and under your ear as he held you close to him.
Once you had both been successfully cleaned, Chase helped you out of the tub, pulling the plug and letting the water swirl down the drain before coating your abused skin with a soothing aloe vera on all the places the wax had touched you and where the course stone of the altar had scratched at you.
Your eyelids felt heavy with exhaustion and it took everything in you not to fall asleep against Chase as he massaged the ointment into your skin before dressing you in one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties.
Watching you fight to stay awake with a soft smile, Chase shook his head with a breathless chuckle, pressing kiss to your forehead and taking you in his arms once more before settling you both against the welcoming comfort of your bed, your head resting on his chest as his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.
The moonlight filtered through the glass of the window, the only source of light in the room and Chase couldn’t help but find it a fitting sight given the day.
Sleep had taken you as you listened to Chase’s strong heartbeat beneath your ear, unconsciously snuggling closer to him as he watched you contented.
“Happy Halloween, my love,” Chase whispered, before he too joined you in the realm of dreams.
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ellerosie2332 · 2 years
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The requesting rules are really simple. Please read these before requesting anything.
1. The Characters I write for are (I no longer write for Harry Potter Characters):
Chris Evans
Andy Barber - Defending Jacob
Ari Levinson - The Red Sea Diving Resort
Colin Shea - What’s Your Number
Curtis Everett - Snowpiercer
Jake Jensen - The Losers
James Mace - Sunshine
Johnny Storm - Fantastic Four
Mike Weiss - Puncture
Nick Vaughan - Before We Go
Ransom Drysdale - Knives Out
Sebastian Stan
Charles Blackwood - We Have Always Lived In The Castle
Chase Collins - The Covenant
Chris Beck - The Martian
Frank - Endings, Beginnings
Lance Tucker - The Bronze
Lee Bodecker - The Devil All The Time
Tom Holland
Harrison Osterfield
Henry Cavill
Chris Hemsworth
Scarlett Johansson
Elizabeth Olsen
Zendaya
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mypoisonedvine · 2 years
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𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 || dark!Chase Collins x reader
𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 ☾ it's been a long time coming, I'm coming back for you my friend; to where we'd hide as children, I'm coming back for you my friend...
𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱 ☾ 2.6k
𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 ☾ smut (noncon), kinda yandere trope, stalking, forced breeding, discussions of free use kink, some pain kink, friends to enemies to lovers (reader and chase were childhood friends!)
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"You should've known you couldn't hide from me forever," he growled into your ear.
But you did know that; you'd just thought you might be able to evade him a little bit longer.
After this many years of him hot on your trail, you thought you knew the cycle: you’d get almost comfortable in a new place with a new identity, he would get closer and closer until you could sense his magic, you would suddenly make yourself disappear to another small town with another fake name and backstory, repeat back from step one.
"You never stay in one place this long," he noticed, holding your back to his chest as you struggled to release yourself from his grip. "What made you wait to leave and start over this time, angel?"
He shook you a little when you didn't answer, making you roughly spit out, "I met someone."
"You met someone?" he repeated. "As in, you got a crush on some country bumpkin?"
"Not a crush," you hissed, "I love him."
You could feel Chase's seething rage in the air, his oppressive embrace tightening just a bit more. "And does he love you too?"
You nodded slowly.
"He could never love you as much as I do, angel," he whispered to you. "You know how I know I love you more? Because I've been chasing you all our lives, but once I take you away without a word, he won't even go looking for you."
You didn't want to believe that, but you did anyways; your heart sank and tears began to well as you understood that Chase was never going to let you live in peace.
"You're finally gonna be mine, pretty little witch— like you were meant to be."
You couldn’t kick hard enough to get his hand off your thigh, running up higher and higher under your dress until he found your sex, protected only by the impractical lacy underwear you’d unfortunately chosen today, and cupped it in his palm.
“It’s a shame you’re so much weaker than me,” he hummed, and you couldn’t tell if he meant physically or magically— but he was right either way, and you had no real plan to try to make him stop. You certainly weren’t going to debase yourself by asking him to stop, that was a waste of everyone’s time. But it was tempting to yelp out a ‘stop!’ when he slipped his hand into your panties.
His fingers clumsily explored under the fabric until he found your bud and pressed two fingers down hard onto it. You groaned and tried to move your hips away, but all you managed to do was press yourself back against the erection straining his jeans. He laughed when he heard your gasp, rocking his hips to rub himself on you for a moment through all the clothes in the way (which somehow did little to stop you from feeling the shape of him).
Only a moment later he was already slipping his fingers into your channel— two was too many to start, and you winced at the sudden stretch. "Fuck, what a wet little cunt. I knew you wanted this," he groaned, "and you're tight too— damn baby, were you saving yourself for me? You knew I had what you needed, didn't you?"
You swallowed between heaving breaths, refusing to answer, remembering the first time he said that— that he had what you needed. You were only kids, and he had explained how your magic and his were naturally compatible, and that he was sure you were meant to be together so you could unite two of the most ancient and powerful families in this world.
“Say it,” he demanded, “say you need me.”
“I hate you!” you spat, earning yourself a harsh spank between your legs as soon as he’d pulled his fingers out of you.
“Of course you wanna do this the hard way,” he frowned, “you always do.”
He tore through your clothes in an instant, stripping you roughly as you struggled and fought back sobs.
“Look at you,” he groaned as your shaking body was exposed to the cold evening air. It was getting colder by the minute as the sun continued to set; but it wasn’t quite cold enough to justify how hard your nipples were, erect such that it was incredibly easy for him to grab and pinch them with rough fingers, and so sensitive that you whined right away when he did it. “I can’t believe you’re still acting like you don’t like it, when your cunt’s all wet and your tits are just begging to be sucked on— you want me to suck on them, don’t you?”
You didn’t answer, but that didn’t matter. It was rhetorical for him.
“Well, you’re just gonna have to wait, ‘cause I have bigger plans for you tonight and frankly, angel, I just can’t wait anymore. Get on the fucking ground,” he sneered as he shoved you down— you tried to crawl away for just a second before he grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you back, splaying you out on the cold ground and kneeling on your legs to keep you down. “God, I almost got sick of trying to find you, angel. But you didn’t think I would give up, did you?”
You shook your head fervently, your face heating with shame as he let out a hollow chuckle.
“You knew I’d always find you… soon you’ll understand why I needed to so badly,” he promised, yanking your hips up to put you on your knees.
At some point he’d opened his jeans, because you felt skin press against yours and it made you cry weakly again. You fought the urge, again, to beg him to stop; it would only make him worse, convince him he needed to teach you a lesson. Your submission now, as degrading as it was, would save yourself pain in the long run.
“Y’think it’ll fit, angel?” he wondered aloud as he rubbed his hard cock right over your entrance, teasing you with the intimidating thickness of it. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make it fit. Scream if you need to— nobody’s around to hear you anyways. Except me.”
He roughly shoved himself inside, only about halfway, but it was still sudden and forceful enough to make you whine hoarsely through your teeth. It stung, in more ways than one, and the stretch made it feel like he was opening a new path inside you.
“Fuck!” he groaned, tightening his grip on your hips. “How are you so fucking tight, angel?”
Even though your body was obviously reaching its limits, he moved his hips forward further again and again, giving you each inch at a time and laughing quietly at your groans of pain. Only when he was nearly finished did you cave and start to plead for mercy; only when you felt him reach the end of you and a sick pain twisted in your gut. “N-no, please,” you grunted, “it’s too deep…”
“Too deep?” he repeated with a snarl. “No, angel, it needs to be all the way inside you, as deep as I can go so I can breed you. And I haven’t even gotten it all in yet.”
“Fuck,” you sighed— ensuring that he was going to be as brutal as he could with the last inch. You choked on a gasp as he forced your body to give way to his intrusion. “O-oh god, I can’t— I can’t,” you panted, somehow sweating despite the cool night air sending chills right down to your bones.
“Yes you can, angel, you’re meant for it,” he promised, but as he hold your hips right against his, you instinctively jumped and tried to pull away. “Come on, arch your back— don’t run away from it, baby, you’re taking everything I give you tonight.”
He pressed down on your lower back to force it to arch the opposite way from how you wanted it to, forcing his tip to brush against the deepest parts of you. “Chase…” you heard yourself whimper between shuddering moans, struggling to process the onslaught of sensation he brought to your rapidly weakening body.
Only then did you understand what he was really doing. Along with claiming your body, he was draining your magic— no wonder you seemed more susceptible to pain, and lacking in your usual energy.
“No, Chase, please…” you breathed, almost struggling to keep your eyes open as you felt him take much more than his fair share.
Your body slumped down, only your hips held up by his hands but your chest, face, and arms lying limply on the floor of the forest. He sighed as he picked you up by your shoulders, holding you close to his chest and kissing your neck when it was exposed by your head falling limply back. “Shh,” he soothed softly, “you’re not going to need it anymore anyways. I’ll protect you.”
He started to rock his hips, holding you tight to make sure you took the full force of every thrust— and he was already starting to fuck you with the hunger of so many years, as if he was preparing to really punish you for staying away from him for so long.
You thought you might drift off to sleep— maybe you were dying, honestly, you couldn’t even tell anymore— but you were awakened when suddenly he yanked your head back by your hair, making you look up as you yelped.
“See that?” he pointed to the sky, darkening faster than ever as you felt his power stirring the air. “It’s a hunter’s moon tonight, angel. Do you know what that means?”
He didn’t wait for any response to answer his own question, speaking so close to your ear that violent chills crawled up your spine.
“It means the ritual will be even stronger.”
Once again, before you could ask what ritual he was referring to, he continued unprompted; but you started to suspect what he was about to say just based on the way his hand snaked down from your chest to the lower part of your stomach, pressing down so you could feel him inside with just that much more force.
“I’m going to give you my seed tonight,” he whispered. “Our child is going to be so powerful, their magic unparalleled— they’ll rule this place, I know it, I’ve seen visions of the future and they are glorious.”
You were too weak to even resist it, or try to deny him; you only cried harder, your head falling forward in defeat.
"C'mon baby, say 'thank you'," he instructed as he held your face up by your jaw, kissing tears away from your temples.
"Thank you," you choked, "for… for fucking me."
“And what else?”
“For giving me your seed,” you added.
“You want my baby in you, don’t you? You want to carry my little warlock inside you?” he cooed.
The thought of it made bile sting the back of your throat, but you swallowed it down and nodded uncomfortably.
“You’ll make such a pretty mommy,” he added with a smirk— you knew he was mocking you now. “It’s gonna turn me on so much seeing you with my kid in you, I won’t be able to control myself. But you’re gonna be such a good girl, aren’t you? You’re gonna let me fuck you whenever I want, gonna let me touch you however I want…”
You knew Chase very well by now— maybe better than you knew anyone else, certainly better than anybody else knew him— and you knew he was a power junkie. He needed to be stronger than someone to know who he was. Defeating you once wouldn’t be enough, and clearly he intended to claim you over and over if that’s what it took to feed his ego. You tried not to imagine life as his pet, but it was impossible with him speaking about it right in your ear: he was going to take you daily (at least) and remind you that you belonged to him, just because he could. He could keep you from fighting back with magic… but would he even need to?
“It won’t always hurt this much, either— you’re gonna get used to me, especially once you figure out how good I can make you feel. You’re gonna fucking beg me for it, angel,” he promised, reaching down with his hand to rub you between your legs again. It made your thighs quiver, trying to clench together to fight the sharp sensation on your sensitive bud, but he kept your body exactly how he wanted it and forced you to take the pressure until you couldn’t hold it down anymore.
“F-fuck,” you stammered, even though you’d been trying to stay quiet.
“There you go, angel,” he encouraged, “c’mon and squeeze me good, I’m so close to coming inside you and knocking you up, little witch.”
But it really didn’t matter what he told you to do, because you were well past the point of no return by now— nothing could’ve stopped you from coming then, and as white-hot sparks bubbled up inside you and lit up your vision behind closed eyelids, everything just became even more sensitive.
You heard your own pathetic sobs but couldn’t even believe it was you sounding like that, begging and babbling mindlessly as he fucked you mercilessly. Your toes were curling and your chest was heaving and you weren’t really sure if you were on your way to another one or if it was just the same orgasm growing longer and stronger.
Though it sounded much more distant than it really was, you heard Chase’s low moaning by your ear and knew he was close. But of course he couldn’t just come and get it over with— he needed to remind you of your place just one more time…
“Beg for it,” he demanded lowly against your ear, “beg for my come. Beg for my heir.”
“I-I… I want you to come inside me,” you slurred. "Get me pregnant, Chase, please!"
He nearly roared as he pushed deep inside you, filling you with every drop of his come. The rippling of your walls seemed to keep him going a bit longer, or maybe he just always came like that, but it felt abnormally long. You were so full that before he even pulled out there was come leaking out of you, dripping to the ground beneath you. "Angel…" he whispered reverently, slowly catching his breath.
Your eyes fluttered shut and warm tears crossed your cheeks, feeling especially hot with your face cold from the night air.
"We're going to go home now," he promised you with a gentle kiss to your cheek. "Remember the house where you visited me in the summers, how we built a fort of sticks and leaves in the forest just past the river?"
You nodded, barely; those happy memories felt so far out of reach now.
"Open your eyes, angel," he instructed gently, and when you did, you saw a fortress before you, and realized that though you were still in a forest, you weren't in the one you'd started the night in. "I figured we could do better than a fort of sticks. I built this for you, angel— for us. I'd say it's somewhere we can grow old together, but with magic as strong as mine, neither of us will age much. But our baby will grow up here… becoming more powerful every day."
He rubbed your arms and smiled against your neck.
"Finally mine," he whispered, clearly proud of himself as he admired your marked body and your broken spirit. "My angel."
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