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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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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 · 2 years

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Title: One Night Only

Pairing: Chase Collins x F!Reader

Word Count: 2k +

Tags: 18+ MDNI, smut, fluff, bedsharing, praise kink, fingering (female receiving), unprotected sex, possible dubcon (Idk if this classifies as that so I'm tagging just in case), pet names, cuddling, biting, marking, nipple play, begging, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think that's it.

Written For: @sebastianstanbingo and @kinktober2022

Squares Filled: Bedsharing for Kinktober and Square B5 - One Bed for Sebastian Stan Bingo

Beta(s): T. Thompson and A. DiLorenza

Title Card: Yours Truly

"Well, that's just fucking great!"

You sigh as you look at the soaked floor of your dorm room. It hasn't even been a week since you moved in and things were already going south.

Thankfully, you're able to save your school books and important papers, but almost everything else the water touched is ruined. Your bedframe, the dresser, and the desk, they're all made of wood that is now saturated.

Just as you're about to call your RA, a knock sounds on your door.

"Y/N? Hey, is water leaking into your room too?"

You open it and groan, "unfortunately, yes. I was actually just about to call you, Dee. What are we supposed to do? The rain isn't set to stop for another twelve hours."

She looks around your room briefly before training her eyes back on you. Her eyes look tired like she's been trying to desperately control this uncontrollable situation for hours.

"I've got good news and bad news," she runs a hand through her curly hair. "The good news is that the school is going to have new furniture in all of our rooms by the end of the day tomorrow."

You gaze at her warily. "And the bad news?"

Dee almost winces and you know what she's going to say before she even opens her mouth. You shake your head and take a step back.

"No. Absolutely not. I am not, under any circumstances, sharing a room with Chase."

"Y/N, please...can't you just put aside your differences for one night? Besides, I didn't pick who had to sleep where."

Chase fucking Collins, one of the most arrogant, self-centered people you've ever met, hit on practically any woman with a heartbeat. He'd recently taken a liking to you and you had made it perfectly clear to him that you weren't interested.

That didn't stop him from trying to get in your pants every chance he got, though. Why couldn't he just accept that you just didn't want him? Girls threw themselves at him all the time anyway, so it wasn't like it was hard for him to get laid.

You took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Dee was right, this wasn't her fault.

"Fine," you shrug, "I'll get my things. I've survived the last three weeks of him drooling over me so I sure as hell can survive one more night of it."

An hour later you stand outside Chase's door with the same sour look on your face from earlier. You don't even want to knock. The thought of spending any amount of alone time with him sounds about as fun as laying on a bed of nails.

Maybe you can sleep in the hallway or, come to think of it, who even needs sleep? College is about pulling all-nighters and eating your weight in Ramen, right? Before you can turn and walk away, Chase's door opens, his eyes raking over you like a hungry wolf would when seeing a lamb.

"Well, if it isn't Y/N. Have you finally come over to be my pretty little plaything?"

You roll your eyes and shove past him. "In your dreams, Collins. I'm only here because I have to be."

His eyes follow your figure as you walk to the middle of his room. "And," he shuts his door and leans against it, "may I ask why?"

You huff, "because this place is a fucking dump, and the roof leaks in the girl's dorm area. Now that you've asked your question, I've got one. Where's the other bed?"

He smirks and you swear you see his eyes flicker to a deep onyx. "There's only one, sweetheart. Don't worry though, we can share mine."

Your arms cross over your chest, "you can't be serious. I'm not sleeping with you, Chase. I'm here for one night until they put new furniture in my room. I'll just take the floor."

Chase watches with an amused look on his face as you grab the comforter off of his bed and throw your sweater down as a pillow.

"Suit yourself. Also, I hope you don't mind," he looks directly into your narrowed eyes and grins as he undoes the button on his jeans and slides them down his legs, "I sleep naked."

Your eyes go wide and you look away just as he takes his boxers off. "Whatever. Even if I did mind it's not like it matters."

He doesn't say anything else to you as you lay against his dresser. His room looks like yours only it's tailored to his style. It smells like him and you hate that you like it.

You really, really like it.

You close your eyes and try to ignore the fact that Chase is only a couple of feet away from you laying in his bed. Wearing nothing but one of his stupid, smug smiles on his face. At least, that's how you picture him.

Annoyingly, the floor isn't at all comfortable, but you stick to your guns and try your best to adjust. About forty-five minutes later, you finally fall asleep.

You wake up shivering.

Even with the comforter wrapped around you like a cocoon it still feels like you're in the arctic. You touch the screen on your phone and groan. It's only three in the morning and there's no way you're going to be able to go back to sleep with how cold it is.

"I can hear your teeth chattering all the way over here." Even if you can't see his face, you just know he's smirking.

"Well, if you didn't keep your room so fucking freezing then you wouldn't have to hear them."

"You know, the offer still stands, Y/N. You'll be much warmer if you come up here with me."

As much as you absolutely loathe the thought of giving in, the hard, cold floor isn't doing you any favors. Plus you have a test in the morning and you want to be well rested for it.

"Fine. But no funny business, Collins."

You untangle yourself from the comforter and begrudgingly stand up. Chase lifts the sheets and pats the empty space next to him.

Grabbing one of his extra pillows, you slide in beside him keeping as much distance as possible between the two of you.

"Just stay on your side of the bed and we'll be fine."

He chuckles, "whatever you say, sweetheart."

For a few moments, neither of you says anything. You're facing toward his dresser while he faces you. Even with all of the blankets you still can't get warm. You feel his fingers brush your arm and you jump.

"Jesus, Y/N, you're shivering." He wraps his arm around your torso and pulls you back against him with ease, "come here."

"Chase?! What are you doing?! I said-"

"I know what you said, but we both need to sleep and that's not going to happen if you're shaking like this. Now relax for me, okay?"

"...Okay." You have to admit, he is extremely warm. And you don't exactly hate the way it feels to have his big hand splayed across your bare stomach.

He nuzzles against the back of your neck, his warm breaths tickling your exposed skin. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to ignore the coil of arousal blooming in your core. No, there is no way, no way, you're letting yourself be attracted to Chase and his womanizer reputation.

"I can hear your heart racing, sweetheart." His fingertips play with the hem of your sleep shorts just barely sliding underneath them. "You say you don't want me, but," Chase moves closer and you can feel his arousal pressing against your lower back, "your body tells me a different story."

You gasp, "Chase...I-"

"Shh, let me warm you up, baby."

His fingers slip between your folds and he groans, "oh, princess, you're already so wet." He circles your clit slowly, a moan falling from your lips. "That's it, Y/N."

You tilt your head back to rest on his shoulder, your hips thrusting up to meet the pads of his fingers. Chase begins to trail kisses along the side of your throat, your pulse thrumming wildly against his parted lips.

"Mmm, so pretty, sugar. Let's see if we can warm you up even more." He pushes his middle and ring fingers inside of you making you whimper.

"Oh, God...Chase!"

"That's right baby," he can't help rutting against you, his cock beginning to leak from how you're pushing back into him.

"Please! I- Oh, fuck...I need more."

"More? You mean like this?" He quickens his movements, curling his fingertips upward every so often. It's just enough to graze that specific place that makes you keen with want.

Any amount of protest you had left in your body dissipates as you feel your previous simmer of arousal turn into a full-fledged inferno. Chase's low, sultry voice in your ear makes your body erupt with goosebumps, and you can't help the whine you make when he nips at your earlobe.

"Doing so good for me, sweetheart. Wanna see you cum for me though. Come on, Y/N, you're right there. I can feel how close you are. Show me, baby. Cum all over my fingers."

You fist the sheets as your legs begin to tremble. The heel of his hand rubs your bundle of nerves every time he plunges into your soaked cunt.

"Oh, Chase! Fuck, I-I'm gonna...gonna cum!"

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, the force of it making your eyes roll back of their own volition. Chase doesn't stop, the overstimulation causes your body to shake with aftershocks.

"Oh, baby... you look so beautiful cumming around my fingers. Such a good girl for me. Think you can do it again around my cock?"

You're panting as he rolls you onto your back. Chase towers over you, his once electric blue eyes now completely black.

"Don't be scared, sweetheart. I won't hurt you." He leans down on his forearms and captures your lips in a predatory kiss. He licks into your mouth, and his tongue tangles with yours, hot and dominant.

"Chase, what ... are you?"

He smirks, "I'm one of the sons of Ipswich, honey." He brings the two fingers that were just buried inside of you between his lips and moans around them. "You taste like heaven, Y/N."

Those same two fingers hover above your wide-eyed gaze briefly before flicking upwards. Immediately your wrists are held above your head and you realize you're unable to move them.

It dawns on you that he used magic to restrain you and, fuck, if that wasn't the hottest fucking thing anyone's ever done to you.

"Please...," you try to reach down and wrap your hand around his erection, but to no avail.

"Someone's eager," he growls and you roll your eyes.

"I swear to fucking god if you don't fuck me right now-"

"I hate to break it to you, sugar, but I'm not the one restrained here." You huff as he chuckles and you aren't sure if it's more condescending or authoritative.

"Chase! I'm not kid-AH!" Before you can finish, he lines himself up and effectively shuts you up with his dick.

"You're so demanding, pretty girl... - oh, fuck - and so damn tight!"

Your wrap your legs around his waist as he starts to move his hips. He's thick, the thickest you've had, and the way his cock nudges your sweet spot makes your toes curl.

"Oh, my fucking god, oh, Chase! Baby, you feel so good!"

He peppers open-mouthed kisses anywhere he can reach as he fucks you slow and deep. "Yeah, princess? Do you like the way I fuck this tight little pussy? I can feel the way your I pulling me in, sweetheart."

Chase cups your breasts and leans down to roll his tongue over one of your nipples. His name is a cry of pleasure from your lips as you arch into his touch, the familiar heat from before rekindling low in your belly.

He kisses you again, his teeth sinking deliciously into your lower lip. It's filthy, almost as if he's claiming you as he continues to mark your skin.

"You're so fuckin' hot, baby. These beautiful tits, this perfect little pussy, and those aren't even the best parts of you. God, you're a dream, Y/N."

"Chase, please!"

He brushes the pad of his thumb over your kiss-swollen bottom lip, "I got you, sugar. I'll give you what you need."

Chase lifts one of your legs onto his shoulder and both of you groan, the new angle making his cock go impossibly deeper.

He fucks you at a punishing pace, hard and precise as the flared head of his dick hits your spot on every thrust.

You can't get enough of him. His coal-black eyes stare down at you, his skin glistens with beads of sweat, and little grunts and moans fall from his smooth, parted lips. It lights an eternal flame inside you, and you know you're a goner for him.

"Oh, god... oh, god, I'm gonna cum again. Chase, I'm gonna cum!"

He draws circles around your clit that match perfectly in time with his thrusts, his eyes shut tight now that you're beginning to clench around him.

"C'mon, Princess...do it. Cum on my cock, Y/N. Fuck, baby, you're gonna make me cum. Yeah, that's it...just like that! Oh, oh, FUCK!"

Chase stills inside of you just as you come undone for him a second time. Both of you are panting as he lets go of your leg and buries his face in the crook of your neck.

You lay there for a few moments, just breathing together until he finally looks at you again. His eyes are back to the beautiful blue that you're used to and you smile as he cups your cheek.

"You can move your hands, honey. They're not restrained anymore."

"Thanks," you grin and wrap them around his neck.

He kisses you sweetly and pulls out of you gently.

"I'm glad you're warm now, sweetheart."

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1000night · 2 years

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Period Comfort p.4

warnings: period, implied smut

characters: Chase Collins, Jefferson, Steve Kemp, Chris Beck

MINORS DON’T INTERACTION WITH THIS

He hated to see you lying on bed and whimpering because of the pain.

He tries to find something that could help you.

But his magic is useless this time.

Sitting on the edge of the queen-size bed, Chase stared at you with worried eyes, his eyebrows knitted, and he didn't dare to touch you as you're too delicate.

The summer heat burned your back and you huffed, turn over to meet him, you looked up at him with your best doe eyes.

"Chase...Can you bring me an ice bag and wet towel?"

"Anything for you, Sleeping Beauty." He tugged a strand behind your ear and stood up to fulfill your request.

When he came back, your back exposed to him as your plump thighs did. He swallowed thickly and kneeled on the bed, he covered the ice bag with the towel and started rub your heating back.

Your sighed in relief made him smile, feather kisses dropped on your back of neck, shoulder and back, he stopped at your waistband.

His fingers trailed the shape of your hips down your cloth mound, you moaned quietly and cringed his pillow tighter.

"Don't worry Aurora. The Wizard is guarding the garden, no one would dare to harm you."

This guy demanded the White queen, and the Caterpillar gave him advices to ease your pain. Mr. Rabbit brought you tea and sweets, Jefferson leaned on the door frame and watched you like a hawk.

“I’m fine, Sonny. Please come here and hug me.”

The mad hatter slowly approached you; his long arms imprisoned you like the golden cage. You snuggled into his chest and drank his comfortable scents eagerly.

He kissed your hair, your face, and your inner wrists.

His pairs of blue eyes, the rubbing belly skill, and the steady heartbeat lured you to sleep.

“When you became better, I’ll host a tea party for you, Alice.”

Period? It means the more fun play to both of you actually.

Being tied up on the bed, the chains kept your legs parted and the end is locked the four corners of the wooden bed.

The rough rope between your legs is stimulating your pussy through your underwear.

When Steve back from work, down the basement and to see you whimpering because the sting yet pleasure torture, you lift your head up and pouting.

"Stevie..." He shake his head and click his tongue.

"I'm helping you forget the pain, sunshine. I'll be back in 10 minutes. Don't cum. "

You dry humping the rope, until it sting your lower lips. But the fire in your body didn't faded, it still there and burning.

Your tears rolled down when Steve back, he changed to the dark blue shorts, the water trailed down his chest and you feel more hot to see him wear the black shirt with button opened

He kneeled down to admire your drenched panties and smirk, picked up a scalpel, he shred your panties into half, with the rope still here, his point finger strokes your pussy.

Your back arched against the sheet and scream silently. Your body miss him, hungry for him all day long.

"Please, Stevie. Please..."

"Ah uh, I taught you how to beg properly, sunshine, last chance."

"Please, please let me cum, my lord..."

Your sobbing and hoarse voice make him sigh in happily. Cut the rope and put two fingers into your hungry pussy, he kiss your earlobe and whisper

"Now, sunshine, CUM."

Compared to Steve, Chris is angel from the heaven. That's not means he won't tease you, he and Steve are friends and colleagues after all.

"Ah...I can't wait to fill you up, what did you say, cupcake? Being fulld of me and babysit the other infants, what a sacred and obscenely picture, don'tyou think?"

Your back against his chest, his hips snapped rhythmically and his cock stroke your folds, you moan and cringed to him.

"I could feel your sweet pussy pulsing against my cock, cupcake. Too bad you're in period so I couldn't feed this unsatisfied mouth. Be patient, baby. It's almost done."

His hand massage your breasts and kissed your shoulder roughly and messily. Your slick and blood all absorbed by tampons.

After your steamy moments, he helped you changed that, his eyes glued to the soaked tampons and licked his lips.

"Oh baby, after your period. I need to taste your pussy."

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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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canumoveurseatup-no · 1 year

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Hi y’all! it’s good to be back. i just wanted to let you know that this is no longer strictly a marvel blog, im venturing out and writing for other fandoms that i am a part of, that way i don’t allow my love for writing to fizzle out from writing for the same people constantly.

I now also write for:

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

Chase Collins (The Covenant)

Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)

Kevin Atwater (Chicago PD)

this list will be added to every so often!

i’m not taking full fic requests right now but i am taking requests for drabbles, blurbs and headcanons! So feel free to flood my inbox 🤍

#eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #chase collins x reader #kevin atwater x reader #spencer reid x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #black!reader #stranger things fanfiction #chicago pd fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction

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ellerosie2332 · 2 years

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Any Sebastian Stan requests??

Requesting Rules

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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!

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updated March 24 2024

-----Chase Collins----

What Lurks in the Dark Summary: welp…. That just happened. Or did it? [Demon!Cahse Collins x Reader]

Creepy Tales Summary: you just discovered your boyfriend is a witch.

Best of Me Summary: sometimes, love doesn’t last.

Play Me a Song Summary: you play the piano for your husband

Downhill Summary: you try and get to chase before he kills his brother

Bye Bye Summary: Chase caught you cheating with his brothers….

Unrequitted Summary: Chase will always crave power over love.

----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]

---CARTER BAIZEN----

Screw You Summary: Carter comes back and you’re not exactly happy to see him.

#chase collins x reader #curtis everett x reader #carter baizen x reader

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don't ever laugh when a hearse goes by

A/N: A funny story about this- it was a vivid dream I had when I was on heavy-duty pain meds after abdominal surgery. I just found it in my Google docs. Also, I maaaaaaaay write a prequel of some sort.

Hope you like my soft version of Chase Collins! xx

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Chase woke to a pile of snakes writhing in his bed. He rolled over and looked at the clock, running his hand over his face as he noticed the time. He stood, pulled on a pair of shoes, scolded a particularly mischievous garter snake who was trying to eat one of his spiders, and headed outside.

The ground was muddy from the three-day thunderstorm that she had started for a little bit of fun, and Chase's shoes got dirty as he trekked out behind the tiny cottage. Snakes greeted him wherever he stepped. He greeted his favorite -an Eastern milk snake she had named Leviathan- with a pat on the head. Leviathan wound her way up his body as he knelt down, peering into the grave. He had to squint, but he could just make out her shape, pretty and half-buried in the dirt. Chase threw a pebble at her, and she sat up eerily, like a vampire rising from its coffin.

"Yes?" she asked.

"It's two," Chase said.

"Ah. I imagine I must get up."

She heaved herself out of her grave, and as soon as she landed next to Chase, she was buried under a pile of happy snakes, each greeting her with hisses and tongue flicks. She laid her head on Chase's shoulder, and he kissed her head.

His girlfriend was a witch, though what kind she was didn't have a name because she was the last of her kind. She and Chase had met when he was eighteen, drunk and terrified of himself. He had killed his adoptive parents only hours before stumbling into the forest in an attempt to escape everything. Following a pit of snakes, Chase had found her cabin. She had taken him in and taught him things, though she didn't understand his magic (just as he didn't understand hers). And after his fight with Caleb Danvers left him trapped behind the veil, unable to return, he had called out for her until she woke up from her sleep. When he was twenty-six, she came for him after eight years of being stuck in perpetual nothingness and trying to fight off anything attempting to get into his body. They had been together ever since.

"Happiest of birthdays, Son of Ipswich," she said in her strange, lilting way that showcased all of her three thousand years. "You should go back to sleep. It is late, and you have not slept well these last few nights. Your birthday can wait."

"I'll be okay," Chase replied.

He felt strange. It was easy to ignore his birthday when he did not exist, but now that he was here among the living, he found himself hating it again. It meant that he was all the closer to his death. It brought up memories he wished he could forget. Death and unimaginable power that he both loved and hated. That he'd killed for and would do it again.

She turned to face Chase, her eyes flickering colors as they always did when she first woke up. She pressed her fingers into his skin and tilted his head this way and that way.

"You are aging," she said. "What have I told you?"

"It's not fucking fair that mine ages me whenever I use it and yours doesn't," Chase flared, though he knew that she was only saying it because she cared.

"Your power's curse is age." She looked sad. "Mine is to stay young forever. Chase, I would have chosen to die centuries ago if I could. I miss my homeland, but the people are no more. Just artifacts locked up in museums and archeologists trying to decode a language no one speaks. We used to be worshipped. Now, I am the only one left."

Chase deflated. What had happened to him wasn't her doing. She understood more than anyone- this idea of feeling alone and lost with unimaginable power.

After she had saved him, he was hellbent on getting revenge on the other Sons for quite a long time. She didn't deter him, but he almost wanted her to. Then the day he was to carry out his plan, she had sat him down and told him everything. Civil war amongst those like her, and when she finally dragged her eyes away from her weapon, she saw the bodies and what she had done. She was the winner, but at what cost? She had told the story and cried so pretty that Chase decided against his revenge. Falling in love with her helped, too.

"Come," she said, getting to her feet and holding out her hand. "Let us go to the cemetery and see who's there tonight. Perhaps we will see a black dog."

"Sure," Chase replied, taking her hand. "But I thought you said hellhounds make awful pets."

"They make wonderful allies."

As they began to walk across the wrinkled grass, snakes followed. Chase looked down, expecting to see her favorite snake- the Egyptian cobra as old as she. She was quick to dispel his worries.

"I sent Nehebukau on an errand for your birthday," she said.

"Right. Should I be worried?"

"No. He is always conscientious."

The cemetery was still as they entered through the fence. The door creaked like always, and Chase reminded himself for the millionth time to get some oil. Thanks to how loud the gate was, the groundskeeper had nearly caught them.

She stopped walking, her head tilting like she was listening to something. Chase waited patiently for her to finish up with her conversation. When it seemed like it would be one of the ones where she talked for longer than five minutes, he sat down on the ground. Several snakes raced over to him, flicking their tongues out as Chase patted their heads. Several spiders joined the party too, and by the time she was done with her conversation, Chase was nothing more than a wiggling pile of animals. When she sat down, the snakes dropped off Chase and slithered over to her, eager for her attention.

Chase watched a spider dance through his fingers:

"What were you talking about?" he asked.

"This and that."

"What, I can't know?"

"It wasn't that interesting, really. We were talking about his good old days." She leaned her head on Chase's shoulder. "The 1880s."

"Right, of course, the 1880s, yeah. How interesting. What even happened then?"

"Apparently, there was a technology boom. And Coca-Cola was invented. I took him at his word. I was asleep then."

"In your grave?" Chase asked.

"In my grave," she confirmed. "You should try it."

"I dunno, it reminds me too much of "The Hearse Song." You know, "the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out. The worms play pinochle on your snout.'"

"Don't ever laugh when a hearse goes by, for you may be the next to die," she sang, nudging Chase.

"Exactly."

"That is true, you know. When you laugh at the dead, they get angry. They'll kill you if you laugh at a particularly powerful shade."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Mhm. They reach into your chest and squeeze your heart until it stops beating."

Chase snorted. "That's dark."

"It's only death," she replied. "There is nothing to fear about it."

"Unless-" Chase stopped, his smile fading fast as he thought about it.

"Unless?"

"Unless you're damned."

"Chase." She reached for him, cupping his face in her palms. "You are not damned."

"I hate it sometimes," Chase said quietly like he was trying to hide from the truth. "I wish I didn't have it. Wish I had a choice. But then I can't imagine being without it. The more I use it, the better it feels."

"It is an addiction."

"I know it is! I know! Damn it. I just," Chase wiped a clammy hand down his face, "-Yeah, I get that. I just wish it could be as ordinary as caffeine addiction. People rarely die from that. Instead, it's more- like amphetamines. The longer I go without using it, I get hot and achy. But I don't want to die young. I regret what it made me do. I lost years of my life. Do you know what it's like?"

"To be part of this world and the next," she said. "To be in a state that is like sleeping but not. To sense that you are surrounded by others who are trapped like you, unable to call out for help. You cannot think; you cannot dream. You know nothing except darkness."

"Time goes both slow and fast. You can't see or hear or touch anything. No one can hear you scream."

Chase hated to sleep. Sleeping brought nightmares of the void. It was nothing and everything. Being unable to move, surrounded by oppressive blankness with terrible things just out of reach but watching so you could feel their gaze. You couldn't sleep, couldn't move, couldn't dream. Chase's powers did not work. Time went so slow that a day felt like one hundred years.

It was also a punishment to put misbehaving witches into the void in her time. She had known witches who went mad in their captivity. After the civil war, she forced herself into exile as punishment for the blood she had spilled. She had spent so long in there that it made her a little mad. She was more void than not nowadays. She learned how to master it, take that nothingness and channel it into her magic. She no longer feared it. But she would not deny Chase comfort when it invaded his dreams.

"Yes," she said, putting a hand on Chase's cheek, "I know what that is like."

She was covered in mud. Her hair had a worm in it, but Chase still threw his arms around her and kissed her until he felt better. Then he pulled her to her feet, and they headed to the bathing area. Her cottage was small on the inside, and she had not seen the point in indoor plumbing, seeing as she was alone and didn't understand it anyway. Chase talked her into adding a small bathroom. It was semi outdoors, but no strangers ever wandered by, even as an accident.

Chase turned on the shower, and she jumped, still unused to the noise even though she could stand near the loudest waterfall and not be bothered. He couldn't stop his laughter.

"That wretched thing. I'd curse it if it had a soul," she said.

She was pouting. It really was cute, and seeing it made Chase feel better. He kissed her again.

"You're covered in dirt," Chase said after, pulling off his clothes simultaneously.

"That has never stopped me before. I do not understand why you wanted this madness."

"When you grow up as a mortal, you come to expect a certain level of creature comforts. That includes modern plumbing."

"Ridiculous. The ancient Egyptians had a fine plumbing system."

"So, you've said. Are you coming in or not?"

"If I must."

She dragged her feet like Chase was forcing her to the guillotine. He ducked under the spray and sighed. His dreams were very far away now. She threw off her top and slipped her shorts down her legs. She stood away from the shower, glaring at it, but Chase grabbed her hand and tugged her in. It was a testament to how much he loved her when he pulled the worm from her hair. She took the shampoo bottle he offered her and went to work washing the mud from her hair.

"Let me," Chase offered.

She tilted her head for his hands to scrub her scalp. She leaned into his hands, humming like she had never had her hair washed before. She could pout about plumbing until she was blue in the face, but Chase knew that she secretly liked it.

"You know how I can turn invisible?" Chase asked.

"Mhm."

"At my old high school, there were communal showers. You know, a bunch of private showers pushed together for guys and girls to use."

"And you turned invisible for nefarious reasons or because you were young and curious?" she asked.

"The first- well, both, I suppose."

"And no one knew you were there?"

"I was invisible, remember?"

She sniffed. "I can always tell."

"Mortals never see what they don't want to see."

"That is true. They are blind to even the most obvious of hidden things. Were the girls you watched attractive to you?"

Chase hadn't thought about anyone but the Sons for years. He didn't remember anyone besides the Sons. He barely remembered his adoptive parents. The void did that sometimes, she had told him once. It would erase memories if one did not think about them much. Chase didn't know how to answer. It was a strange question, either way. She asked it like she was genuinely baffled as to why he would ever turn invisible to watch girls in the shower. He remembered she was a teenager around nine hundred and seventy years ago. She probably didn't remember what it was like.

"I don't remember," he said, content with that answer.

(When she pulled him from out behind the veil, he had been angry. Not at her for rescuing him, but at the loss of himself. The void chipped away at a person. He had not remembered much. He hadn't wanted much. He was pretty confident he had a mansion in his name but still had no idea where it was or even if he wanted it. For a long time, Chase was angry that he didn't remember how to be a person. She would ask him questions that he no longer had the answers to, which would lead him to knock down trees in his rage. The longer he was here with her in their woods and snakes and spiders, he felt better. It was like he had been reborn or some other bullshit.)

"They must not have been, then," she said.

"I guess not." Chase leaned down and bit her shoulder. "I think I got all of the mud out. Rinse your hair."

She turned to dunk her head under the shower spray. One snake weaved its way around her thigh and relaxed against her hip as she cleaned her hair. Chase felt another snake weave its way around his shin. He patted the snake's head. This one was a northern copperhead that he had named Bruce. Bruce flicked his tongue out in greeting.

Truthfully, the snakes annoyed him at first. The snakes followed her everywhere she went, no matter where she went. His spiders didn't follow him everywhere he went. She and Chase had to close their bedroom door whenever they had sex, or else the snakes would be clamoring to join them on the bed. They were like overly long, extra excitable puppies. Once Chase told them that his boundaries were different than hers, they quit following him as closely as they followed her. Now that Chase could use the toilet in peace and wasn't tripping over snakes every other step he took, he liked them. They all had such unique personalities. They were a part of her, and Chase would be loath to part her from her snakes.

"Andromeda, I am trying to wash," she told a rat snake who was attempting to curl around her.

"Here," Chase offered, removing Andromeda and setting her in the grass.

The snake looked like she was pouting.

"Away, you silly thing. Go and hunt," she said, and Chase laughed.

He began washing his face in the shower spray, but when he pulled back, he jumped, letting out a noise of surprise at the large cobra staring back at him.

"Ah, Nehebukau, you've returned, good," she said. "Did it -Cassandra, join your sister. I cannot get clean while you are wrapped around my leg like that. Thank you- did your errand go well?"

Nehebukau flicked his tongue out and hissed. Whether that answered her question, Chase didn't know. He couldn't understand snakes like she could. He called her a Parselmouth once, but she didn't get the reference.

"Good," she said. "I am glad. We will be inside in a moment."

As Nehebukau went inside, they finished their shower without any more snakes. She stepped out first and handed Chase a towel, which he took, and patted Bruce dry first. He caught her smiling and wrapped an arm around her. He pulled her in, damp and smelling like pine, and kissed her forehead.

"What did you get me?" Chase asked.

"Let us go in and see."

She took his hand and pushed open the front door. Chase was half expecting some dancing skeletons or something. Still, there was only a fire going in her fireplace and three packages on their kitchen table. A frosted cake sat cooling on top of the oven. Chase had no idea how he didn't notice everything before leaving the cottage.

"Nehebukau told me about birthday candles," she said, pushing Chase into a seat. "I hope the ones he found are sufficient."

"How'd you do all this? You were sleeping."

"Are you sure about that?" she teased. "No, I left my body to bake the cake and wrap your gifts. It is quieter that way. That is why I did not wake before you."

She brought the cake over and lit the candles with a flick of her fingertips. Chase looked at her, and she looked back. They blinked at one another before she tilted her head in confusion.

"What?" she asked.

Nehebukau hissed.

"Oh, you're right, my mistake. All right, everyone, we are singing for Chase," she said to the room at large.

There were snakes everywhere. Chase felt honored, strangely enough (he needed to get out more).

The snakes all joined in the best they could when she started singing. The rattlesnakes rattled, and the others hissed along. Chase swore he heard Nehebukau singing in a distinctly human voice, but he wasn't sure when the song was over. It was the weirdest birthday song Chase had ever been a part of. He loved it. (He definitely needed to get out more).

"Happiest of birthdays," she said once the candles were out.

"Thanks," Chase said.

He pulled the first gift towards himself and ripped it open. Inside, there was a laptop. He blinked in surprise.

"That is a laptop, yes?" She looked nervous. "Is it suitable enough? I know you miss things like this."

"It's great. It's just that it needs internet to run."

"That is no problem. I found a spell from a "modern witch's" spellbook that creates the same effect. You should be able to do whatever you please."

She said "modern witch" the same way she snarled the word Wiccan, and Chase snorted. He knew the feeling.

"Thank you," he said sincerely. "I love it."

The next gift contained spider's eggs. Chase was delighted.

"Huntsmen aren't even in Massachusetts!" he said.

"Not even in the United States," she replied.

"No, not even. Thanks. They need heat?"

"We can accommodate that. Open the last one."

The third gift was contained in a nondescript shoe box. When Chase opened it, he found a book. The cover looked like it was made of human skin and seemed to glow with unnatural light. It looked dangerous, like as soon as Chase picked it up, it would tear his head from his neck. Still, he was drawn to it. The skin was dry to the touch.

"It is a spellbook of my people," she said, sitting in the chair next to Chase. "I have added my own work inside and translated it for you."

"My magic-"

"There are ways. Incantations and potions that can stop you from dying when you use your magic."

"Just dying?"

"Yes. You will age as much as your body allows, but you will not die. If you are unwilling to take that chance, there are spells inside the book that will not age you. There is older magic in the world than what is in you. Magic does not always harm the user. At least, not in physical ways."

"I'll get even more addicted," he said, but he didn't care.

She smiled. "All magic is an addiction."

Chase set the book on the table. Already, he could feel the want stirring in his blood. He could feel his magic pulsing in his head like it was responding to the book in front of him. He ached to know what was in there, so he opened it.

"Is this... blood?" he asked, rubbing a finger over a word.

"It is. We were quite dramatic at the time. Our lives began in blood and ended in blood." She began to cut the cake. "Poetic, really."

"A resurrection spell?" Chase asked.

"That one is, indeed. The spell will bring back anyone no matter when they die. There is no catch or consequence unless you lose control and they run amuck. Though, chaos of that sort is quite fun. Anyway, after you have no use for them, they will return from whence they came. But it is best not to bring back loved ones. That only brings heartache."

Chase closed the book and pushed it to the side. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her onto his lap, and pressed his lips to her cheek.

"Are you speaking from experience?" he asked.

She nodded.

"I am. Would you like a slice of cake?"

Chase did. It was delicious. He'd spent his last eight birthdays in the void. It was nice to be here with her and her snakes.

"This is great," he said with his mouth full.

"Happiest of birthdays, Son of Ipswich," she replied.

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