#chase collins x reader

[1000night]

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."

[actually-mentally-ill]

“I can fix him!”

Him:

[theinheriteddutchess]

Nobody else

Part 9 (ending two)

Pairing: Chase Collins x reader

Word count: 1.087

Chapter Warnings: manipulation, misuse of magic, co-dependency, possessive behavior, controlling behavior, depression, toxic relationship, mental illness, how? Magic🤷🏻‍♀️. this isn't healthy or okay in real life!

Notes: Last chapter of the story and next I will be posting 2 endings. Those aren't too long. Anyway this is the toughest chapter in my opinion, so brace yourself❤️‍🩹

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It was sunny outside this morning. You had opened the window to let a soft breeze in, and watched the curtain ripple gently. A sound caught your attention, you turned to see what your son was up to.

Half a year old and already so active, he barely wanted to be put down for a nap, too eager to explore his tiny world.

He was so beautiful it hurt, it only reminded you of his father. You could still see Chase so brightly in front of you, radiant at times. No man would ever be as handsome as he had been. You didn’t really know what happened to him. Caleb had informed you. After.

He had come to the house and told you they had a fight. Not a normal fight. No, the fight that only witches could have. Brutal and merciless. Caleb had looked uneasy. Tried to be gentle but you saw the exhaustion in his eyes, the guilt.

He didn’t say it but you knew. He had killed Chase.

He told you that flatly, monotonous, like he didn’t know how else to tell you. Chase was dead, because Caleb overpowered him, with the help of his coven. Because that’s what they called it. Their little group. You still could barely understand the true nature of them. Just that Chase had wanted to get revenge, or possibly their power, or both. He had nearly succeeded.

But together they were stronger, and Caleb had, as the leader of the group and the one who also gained his father's powers like Chase had, made the decision to kill him.

That’s not what he said. He said Chase wouldn’t give up. Chase threatened Sarah. Caleb had no choice.

But there is always a choice. And this was the choice he made. You didn’t say a word. Just stood there and listened. He said he was sorry. That he didn’t know you very well, and that he knew you and Chase were…close. Like that word even encompassed what you really were. But you didn’t correct him, just let him say what he needed to.

Caleb chose to save Sarah. And you understood. You watched as he, after trying to get you to say anything, left eventually. Head down, shoulders hunched.

You stood there for a long time. Your mind couldn’t understand it, even if the words were clear. Chase was dead.

You lost all the people you cared for. You were alone. 

Truly alone for the first time.

You didn’t cry. You were in shock. It felt like the world ceased to exist.

That's how Sarah found you, frozen. You don’t know where you were when she showed up. In bed. On a chair. On the ground. Outside. It was all lost, you could not remember. All you remembered was her voice. Gentle hands guiding you. She told you later. How she let you rest, and cleaned you up and brought you food. How she stayed to watch over you.

She talked to you. Long conversations where you listened, but didn’t talk. You had nothing to say. Her words were like a low volume in your ears, sometimes barely noticable and easy to block out, but pleasant.

Like a soft balm on a hurt knee. Like a blanket on a rainy Fall day. 

None of it really trickled through, but you knew she was there and that was enough. It wasn’t peaceful, but it was quiet.

Until she said those words. “I think you might be pregnant.”

And suddenly noise rushed through. Clear, loud.

“I think you might be pregnant.” And that brought you back to life.

It turned out she was right. Every month you grew bigger. Every month, you placed your hand on your belly and talked to your son. A boy. You told him about his father. How much his father meant to you. How much he would have meant to Chase. It was peaceful. You and him. Together.

Kate helped you as much as she could. Smiling at you warmly, but sometimes a look passed her eyes. Like she wondered if it was sad you were stuck carrying the child of someone like Chase. But you weren’t sad. You didn’t feel weak. You had your son. You weren’t alone. You were full of love.

And now you looked upon your son. Who was healthy and thriving. Who loved you so clearly. Every smile, every sound. You were his whole world. Like you had been for Chase. He was growing so fast. You needed to buy new clothes so often, he just seemed to grow out of them instantly.

But you had money. Chase had left you on the deed of the house. He had shared his bank accounts with you. He had disappeared from the public, but it was thought of as him moving on, just like he had when his parents died. You had no real memory of the way things were handled, but you remember Sarah and Caleb were with you. And after it was revealed you were carrying Chase’s child, no one even debated if you should stay in the house. You had a child to provide for anyway. You finished school, you hired help. Kate loved babysitting the little boy. Things were fine.

You were okay.

Another little happy screech and you turned around with a smile, ready to pick up your son from his crib, only to freeze.

There in front of you, like a ghost, stood Chase. With your son in his arms.

He smiled at you. “Look how big he already is.”

Your mouth hung open, not a word came out. Your eyes glanced over him, taking in every detail of his body. His shiny hair, and bright blue eyes. His gorgeous smile. His mouth curling into the smirk that was so familiar to you.

Your heart thumped.

“Hey sweetheart. I missed you.” He told you warmly.

And you missed him. It was never clearer. You had understood he did wrong, yes. But deep down inside you knew, that no matter what, he was a part of you. Connected in a way no one else was.

He was never from your mind. Never from your heart. And you would never be away from him.

He wasn’t dead. He was alive. He was right in front of you. In your house. Holding your baby. And you knew you loved him. Unconditionally. All encompassingly. Forever.

You sighed. And it was like a breath of life was knocked into you.

The end.

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(weird request incoming) can you do something with Sebastian Stan's characters Chase Collins from the Covenant and Bucky along with Seb himself on being jealous? Sorry, hope this makes sense.

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⭑Warnings: language, sexual references, stalking...?

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Chase Collins ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

He had won you a bear at the local carnival that was passing through. You loved it, and even named it Chase No. 2 

The bear even got Chase’s spot on the bed, and that was when the stuffed animal was starting to get really old really fast. 

Despises the fact that the stupid bear gets more attention then he does. 

Thought about OBLITERATING it on multiple occasions. 

One night he was sneaking into your room after a particularly exhausting day, all the warlock wanted to do for the rest of the evening was cuddle, but he finds you holding the bear like you would usually hold him when he was sleeping with you. 

Bitch, you got to SEE how STRONG that bitch got. 

One eerie eye color change and a wave of the hand later, the bear was across the room, Chase in the bear’s place, you looked up at him. 

“You could have just asked me to move him...,”

“Nope.”

And with that, the two of you spend the rest of the night cuddling while you played with his hair, the jealous warlock shooting the stuffed animal dirty looks from across the room every now and again, making you laugh.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Bucky Barnes ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Seriously, seriously protective of you. 

He hates to see you away from him, and his trust issues just get worse and worse every time he turns on the news and sees a new woman has gone missing or another person was shot on the street. 

You can’t go out anywhere without him following you, whether you know he’s there or not. Normally you walk down the street hand in hand, but the days you wanna be “independent”, he isn’t far behind, and won’t go home until he knows you’re in your apartment. 

One specific morning, you just got done with your daily run and decided to stop by a coffee shop, unfortunately getting bothered by a creepy guy who just couldn’t take a hint. 

“Come on, baby, just come sit down with me, you seem real sweet,”

The fucker had his hand on your arm. 

With that, Bucky broke his facade from the corner of the coffee shop, getting up and grabbing the asshole’s hand and gripping tightly. 

He let out a harsh “leave.” before throwing him to the side, the man scrambling to the door and leaving without another glance towards you two. 

“I had it,” you would grumble, taking the coffee with your name written on it off the counter before taking a sip. 

“Maybe next time, doll.” he said, trying to simmer himself down so he didn’t track the poor dude down and shoot him in the back of the head. 

The funny part was that the barista got your order wrong. 

But you didn’t say anything, in case Bucky were to reach across the counter and strangle him. 

“Let’s just go home.” you suggested, and he knew that you meant the compound. 

“Yeah. Home.”

He liked the sound of that. 

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Sebastian Stan ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Sebastian isn’t usually the type to get jealous, he trusts you. 

But it makes him uneasy when you go and work out together, and a bunch of other people are staring at forbidden places. 

He’ll just casually choose a piece of equipment to work out on so he can be closer to you. 

Sadly, you like the elliptical, and the treadmill is right next to it. 

You got this poor baby boy running the whole time. 

Refuses to have you do stretches at the gym because the men’s eyes PRY. 

You guys usually change together in the ‘family bathrooms’ they have that the recreational center you guys go to. 

Desperate make-out sessions in the bathroom cause this baby needs reassurance :)

When you two are out walking around, he’ll have an arm around your waist when he senses you’re uncomfortable with the paparazzi cause those bitches are scary.

You have a habit of talking about his attractive co-stars. 

*COUGH* Chris Evans *COUGH*

Now whenever Chris comes on screen, Seb will hold you just a little bit harder. 

Women in his past normally dated him because he had connections to people like Chris Pratt and Chris Evans and all the other hot Chris’.

So he’s been anxious about that kind of stuff with you despite of himself. 

Therefore you take him to the bedroom to show him that you’re with him for him, and not who he knows. ;)

We kinda already know he’s a switch, JUST SAYING-

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Bloodlines Burn Brighter

 Chase Collins x Reader

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Spenser was for the elite. For the carefully curated. The sons and daughters of bloodlines older than sin. You knew your family name raised eyebrows—but not in the way you expected.

People whispered.

They stared—especially him.

Chase Collins.

He was supposed to be dead.

The last time someone saw him, he’d been consumed in a storm of fire and screaming magic. But there he was, leaning against the wrought iron railing by the courtyard, black coat fluttering like the wings of something fallen, watching you like you were the last secret worth learning.

“You’re not like the others,” he said one day, falling into step beside you like a shadow. “They smell like stale blood and old money. You smell like new fire.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You’ve been following me.”

He smirked. “And you’ve been letting me.”

Chase was like gravity—beautiful, suffocating, and impossible to ignore. There was power in him, yes—but also something wounded. Something twisted. You felt it echo in your own chest.

Because what no one at Spenser knew—yet—was that your bloodline had been kept secret for a reason. Not because it was weak.

Because it was forbidden.

And Chase? He could feel it.

He followed you into shadows.

You followed him into ruin.

One Night, in the East Wing (Where Students Don’t Go)

He cornered you between candlelight and spellwork, books open on a marble altar that hadn’t been touched since the Salem trials.

“You think they’ll protect you?” he asked, voice low. “Reid. Caleb. The little kings of this plastic kingdom? They don’t know what you are. What you could be.”

“And you do?”

“I feel it.”

He stepped closer.

“I burned for that kind of power. Died for it. And you—you were born with it.”

His hand hovered at your cheek, fingers brushing like a spell still waiting to be spoken. His eyes were storm blue, but darker—like something inside him was already halfway gone.

You should’ve stepped back.

Instead, you asked, “What do you want from me?”

And Chase? He didn’t lie.

He leaned in, breath warm against your throat, and said: “Everything.”

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a/n: i don't have any desire to write for this character anymore :( but if you want to know anything about the ending, feel free to message me. tysm for reading!

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Moodboard!

Chase Collins, soft/dark, bartender AU, hurt/comfort trope, with c*ckholing kink

Chase!!! I love him! Why do I think @theinheriteddutchess is going to love this too?? Anyways…

Chase was your escape. You went to the bar to be served shots of Crown when things with your husband were not good. Chase listened. He cared. But when August makes you an offer you can’t refuse, it scares you. But you want Chase. So what if August has to watch…

[ribbonsncherries]

Cyclone Ranch .°˖⋆ 𓃗 .°˖⋆

⟢Warnings: Mentions of tornadoes and twisters, very bad descriptions of weather and climate, Dean being rude asf, mentions of lost child, fluff at the end! (Not proofread)

⟢ Storm Chaser! Dean Winchester x Meteorologist! Reader (No use of Y/N)

⟢Summary: You have been hired to work as an intern for one of the popular internet storm chasers, little did you know it was not what you expected, especially on your first day.

(2490 Words)

Divider Credits: @strangergraphics, @edensrose

“Alright, we’ve got one up ahead, looks like this one is a small but mighty one.” Sam had been on the computer for a couple of hours now, looking for any sign of a possible Tornado. Dean cracked open a beer and handed one to Dean. Jo had begun ordering new parts for their modified Ford truck. She was a beauty modded with rockets, a surround sound system, and a powerful arching system to dig into the ground. Castiel had begun making the exact map of where the tornado was heading and picking the right estimate of where the rocket should be launched to collect data. Cyclone Ranch was the family business. Dean had begun storm chasing after his father, John, had died trying to protect Sam and Dean from an EMF 5 while they were at the park. Cyclone Ranch had begun to become popular among other amateur storm chasers, and especially college students. Dean had opened up Cyclone Ranch to recent college graduates for paid internships. So Dean had finally gotten one, you. 

Dean was known for driving pretty recklessly around these parts. But the rest of the crew didn’t mind at all. It seemed normal to them.

“Hey, when’s that person coming, the intern or whatever?” Asked Sam while still focusing on the computer, taking a swig of his beer. Dean looked toward his brother, away from the road, “Any minute now, Sammy. Take a look, man, we got a good one.” Dean dragged his hand against the computer and switched the tab to your resume.  Sam took a look at your resume, and he was impressed with the stats you had. A recent graduate with a PHD in Meteorology, good grades, and lots of recommendations from previous jobs and professors. 

You had been nervous but excited. You were a fan of the Cyclone Ranch live streams, you were even one of those fans who had a crush on the oh so handsome Winchester brothers. You had pulled up to a small lot with other tornado chasers. “Excuse me?” You walked up to a man who was leaning against a huge white van with satellites on top of the van. “I’m looking for Cyclone Ranch, I’m an intern,” you smiled. The guy snarked and scoffed. “Cyclone Ranch? Oh yeah, they should be comin’ anytime soon. Serious business, huh?” he laughed. You, however, were pretty confused. “Uh, yeah, I’m looking forward to-” Your words were interrupted by loud music. The sound of Metallica playing through the speakers, you jumped from the sudden hard bass coming from the truck. The other storm chasers gathered around the truck, mainly girls. You took a better look at the truck and saw the famous Cyclone Ranch logo. “Oh god…” You muttered. 

The famous Dean Winchester holding up t-shirts and throwing them to the girls who were screaming and blowing kisses at the brothers, Castiel, hell, even Jo, cause who wouldn’t?

“The brothers are back in town, baby!” he yelled out from the window. When they pulled up, your face dropped. You had thought it was a serious business, but now, looking at their setups and equipment, you weren’t too sure. You walked towards the truck, pushing through the crowd of people trying to get to the front. You held on tight to your notebooks and satchel. You had finally caught up to the front and were face to face with Dean himself.

 “Hi, I'm looking for-” Dean put up his hand in front of your face. “Say no more, babydoll, I’m always happy to sign for a fan.” Dean took your notebook and signed the front cover. Sam came behind his shoulder. “Dean, I don’t think-” Dean took out a box and took a good look at your body before handing you a shirt in your size. “Here, take one, take it as a gift.’ He smirked. 

However, you threw him back the shirt. “I’m not a fan, I’m the intern you hired,” you said seriously. Castiel broke the small tension, “Welcome to the team, I’m Castiel. I work with communications. Sam here is the analyzer, keeps track of the storms.” Castiel then waves at Jo. “That’s Jo, the sane one, and the mechanic of that beauty she's working on.” You looked around, “I thought this was an actual company with actual serious shit,” you asked. 

Dean, however, looked offended, not only had you thrown his shirt back at him, but you ignored his charm, and dissed his company. “Alright, listen here, doll, you either back out or join us. Good luck finding another job out here in the middle of nowhere. What’s it gonna be and make it quick,” He snapped. You eventually agreed to stay and work with Dean on collecting the data. 

“We got one,” Sam shouted. “Let's ride, babydoll, you comin’ or not?” Dean said scoffingly. So this is why the guy you were talking to earlier basically laughed in your face, their company was a joke compared to the others. “Yeah, I'm comin’”

While driving to the sight of a twister, you saw it moving strangely. As you sat in the front seat next to Dean, who had been blasting his sound system, you looked out the window. The skies that had gone from a shiny blue sky had turned almost green. You began growing skeptical, so you turned your head to the computer. The meter had rocked from an orange to a bright red. “Dean, we can’t go into this storm, you're insane!” Jo yelled. “Sweetheart, this is my job, either you jump out and wait this storm or you ride with us.” Dean had always been persistent about his findings. He took Cyclone Ranch seriously and wanted to make it to the big leagues so people like the guys you were talking to would put their money they made into their mouths for them to shut up. The winds were moving a completely different way from what Sam had perceived. “Go the other way,” Sam demanded of Dean. He scoffed, “Alright, you ain’t telling me what to do, dude.” He said. 

“We’re right next to a town,” you said softly as you looked back. “The people in that town have no idea what’s going on if you don’t turn this truck around so we can save those people, don’t even call yourself a storm chaser,” you said. Dean didn’t listen to you. He barely knew you for like 3 hours. Everyone in the truck was telling him to turn around so they wouldn’t go towards the danger. “We do this all the time, you gonna believe a guy you guys knew for half your lives or a fancy college barbie?” The knuckles on his hands grew white from the tension of gripping the wheel. Right when he yelled, something had hit the window. You took a closer look to see ice on the hood. “Hail…” Castiel said in disbelief, “It’s gonna be a big one.” You had enough. You jumped in front of Dean in the driver's seat and pushed the seat back. You sat on his lap and controlled the truck. “Am I good back there to turn?” you asked. Sam held a thumbs up and Yeah. Dean tried to take back control, but you wouldn’t have it. It was like playing footsies with him, but with the wheel of a moving car. You managed to turn the truck around towards the town, but the winds were already growing stronger by the minute. “Guys, alert the town, we don’t have much time,” Jo yelled out before the glass of the rear window had cracked from the string hail. “Some storm chaser you are.” You mumbled to Dean as you took control of the wheel. 

As you reached the town, everyone got down. The townspeople were already alerted when the tornado siren had grown louder. You ran into a small daycare that had a basement inside. You had ordered people who were the closest to you into the basement. “Sammy, take the vendor and bring 'em inside the shops!” Dean yelled out. Jo and Castiel began to bring others into huge buildings without windows and any secure areas. It was only you and Dean in the storm, trying to make sure everyone was ok. Except one. A girl wearing a bright duck coat and bright pink shoes, crying and standing in fear, calling out for her mom. You and Dean immediately ran to her and, with no hesitation, picked her up. “It’s ok, we’re here to help find your mama,” you soothed as much as you could. “Cmon, we need to head to a shelter,” Dean yelled through the strong winds. However, there was nowhere else, every basement was full, and no luck finding the girl's mother. “Dean, a ditch!” you yelled out. Dean jumped in first, and once he did, his hands stretched out to grab the kid, then you. You cradled the girl and put her duck hoodie on her head to protect her from the storm. You put the girl's head in the crook of your neck to protect her face. Dean put his whole body over you, his hand went around your waist and the girl's body as much as he could, while his other hand kept digging into the ground as the twister became stronger. 

The sounds of the little girl crying and the strong winds made Dean groan from the amount of strength he’s using to keep the two alive. He saw the girl's eyes, and it made him think of that day. He was around the girl’s age with his dad, and he made the exact same face she did when he first saw a twister as strong as this. The twister is moving towards them, and Dean laid his head on your shoulder as he kept gripping onto the ground and you. Thousands of random things came flying, wood, glass, even some baseballs from a local game at the park

Eventually, the twister had died down a bit and moved on, but the strong winds were still there. “Is it over?” asked the girl softly. You smiled, “It’s almost done, ok, just stay put, little duck.” You said. You looked at Dean, who was behind you. He looked over to the sky and saw that the clouds were slowly moving away. He got up first and climbed back up. Sam, Cas, and Jo came out of different buildings with people who were still scared to see if the storm had passed or moved away. “We’re good,” Dean said, looking down in the muddy ditch to see you still holding onto the girl. You got up and used your strength to lift the girl up to Dean as he put her back on top. He then took your hand in his rough ones and brought you back up. Both of you were all muddy and dirty, and so was the girl. You looked around the skies before facing Dean, who looked almost distraught. “I’m sorry,” he panted. “I know I’m a joke in this business. I should’ve listened to you guys.” You could only look at him before the girl tugged on Dean’s jacket. He looked down and saw her with a small pout. “Thank you for saving us.” She said softly in her small voice. But he knew now who he was doing this business for. Not for him, not for his dad. But for people like her, for her to be safe. He crouched down softly to her level and buttoned up her last button on her coat. “You’re welcome,” he smiled. 

“Charlotte!” A woman came running from the local shop. “Mommy!” she said, running immediately straight for them. “Oh, thank god you’re safe!” She said, hugging the girl tightly. “You’re not hurt, are you, baby?” The girl shook her head before looking back at you and Dean. “Thank you! Oh, thank you!” The mother said, smiling and crying all at once. “It was no problem, your daughter is very brave.” You smiled, trying to keep everything calm. When the mother and daughter left them alone, Dean placed a hand on your shoulder in reassurance. “You ok? Rough first day,” he softly joked to bring up the mood a bit. You, however, weren’t smiling. “Yeah…just glad everyone is ok,” you said. Dean brought his hand back to himself. 

The gang was together again. However, they began passing around food and water to the townfolk while an ambulance was checking up on all the townspeople to make sure they were ok. “You’re a good guy, Dean,” you said as you were eating your sandwich, still muddy and dirty. “Even for a guy who pastes his face on a shirt,” you said teasingly. Dean smirked as he finished his sandwich. “I guess if you want to, I’d want to keep you in the business, I mean, you're a hell of a gal. And if you managed to take my hands off the wheel, imagine you at your potential.” He said. You tilted your head so he could say what you thought he was saying. “I talked with the rest, they reviewed your resume, and if you want to, of course… stay with us? And if not I’ll send the best damn recommendation you’ve ever seen.” You laughed a bit. You looked forward to seeing the storm chaser you talked to before, the one who laughed at you handing people business cards to buy their property. Then, looking at Castiel and Jo handing people food and extra merch they had in their truck. “I feel like you guys are more fun than those guys,” you said, turning your head towards him. “Why not?” you said. Dean smiled, hoping to fix your rough first meeting. 

“Listen, I don’t do this much, but I’m sorry for the way I treated you before…Can we maybe? Have a fresh start?” he asked. You nodded and smiled. “Of course, but..leave the shirt out.” You said. Dean faked his offended look. “Why?” he asked. You looked away, embarrassed. “Oh my god…you have one already, don’t you?” he smirked. “Shut up,” you said awkwardly. “You are a fan! Hey, you may be my stalker?” he continued to tease while you kept turning your head away. “Shut up before I change my mind.” You said, pushing him playfully. Sam called you guys over to gather around the truck. As you walked,  Dean couldn’t stop looking at you. As you reached Sam, he announced, “There’s a small twister that looks small enough for us to get rid of. We won’t get much data, but it’s something. What do we think?” He asked. Dean looked immediately down at you. Your eyes had already met his as both of you smirked. “Let’s ride, baby.” 

There, your adventures started with Cyclone Ranch, with a wannabe Reed Timmer. But you couldn’t be happier in this moment, chasing storms with meteorologists’ biggest heartthrob.

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A/N: Hello! sooo I'm back? Sorry, I've been gone for a while, just had to take a small lil break for school and funsies. But glad to be writing whatever I want on my blog. Thank you guys for the support you've shown me, I really appreciate all of you. Anyway, here's a fic you guys didn't ask for, but I'll provide happily :D . As for the contract series, I'm having trouble reading the script and making it sound good and adding more plot, so I'm going through a small writer's block. So we may be going on a little break for that series, but let me know what other characters you want me to do. I'm already working on a Sam fic btw *wink wink*. Hope you guys enjoy this small oneshot.

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"When you asked for my magic, I assumed it wasn't a request between friends?" Y/N noted.

Chase smiled. That wonderfully mischievous glint in his eyes. "It was a gentleman asking for a favor."

"I'm good as is."

"How about I make you a wee-otch?"

"How about you suck my vagina?" Y/N fired back.

Chase smiled. "Ooh, sounds fun, but I think you want me to suck on that hard on of yours instead. I can give you the ride of your life."

"How bout I give you one instead?" Y/N flicked his hands and Chase when flying and crashing into the wall. He fell with a groan. "Wow. That was hot."

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Chase Collins NSFW A-Z

(I love knowing I’m not the only one who remembers and loves this little cutie! There aren’t many but I’m not totally alone😅)

This will be written as Y/n and Chase still being in school however everyone involved is of legal age

This is a NSFW Alphabet, there may be triggering content such as abuse, severe possessive behavior or murder

A stands for AFFECTION: how would they show affection?

•Chase is big into affection, hugging you, kissing you, cuddling you always

•He always wants his hands on you, his lips touching some part of you constantly and whispering how beautiful you are

•He also tries to show you his affection by anticipating your needs, always somehow knowing what you’re in the mood for and getting it for you, even if it’s just covering you with a blanket before you even notice that you’re cold

B stands for BLOODY: how bloody are they willing to get for their object of obsession?

•Chase enjoys killing and so blood isn’t really a problem for him

•If it comes to defending you in some way he loves to end up covered in their blood, knowing that he protected you gives him almost as good a high as using his Power does and watching you clean it off of him let’s him know you know exactly what he did, what he would always do for you

C stands for CRUELTY: would they ever hurt their object of obsession?

•No, Chase does not like seeing you in pain in any way and he would never want to be the one to cause it

•He enjoys causing others pain but you are a different story, and if he did cause you pain he would be taking care of you instantly

•You are the only person ever exempt from Chase Collins cruelty

D stands for DARLING: would they cross their object of obsession’s limits?

•If he needed to in order to keep you safe or keep you with him, then yes he would

•You hate him using his Power in order to trick you or manipulate people for you, he often crosses this line when you have problems with your science teacher (who you hate and seems to hate you right back)-creating extensive illusions to make you think everything is fine while he’s threatening or even assaulting the man or other teachers for whatever they’ve done that he perceives as “wrong”

E stands for EXPOSED: how much do they expose their own feelings to their object of obsession?

•Chase tells you constantly how much he loves you and you are the only person he will share his feelings with

•You know about his parents and how he killed them, as well as his real dad and how he got his Power when the man died, finding out about the other Sons and what had really happened to his ancestor

•His honesty causes problems on occasion like admitting to his plan to steal the others Power for himself to keep himself from dying and punish them for what their families did to his-It ended up with him spelling you into silence which he hated doing but had to until you understood his reasons

F stands for FIGHT: how would they react to their object of obsession fighting back?

•Chase would spell you into silence about certain subjects or if needed or he would lock you away in his home and make everyone think you left

•It was an absolute last resort and Chase knew you were his good little girl who would never betray him or try to get away

G stands for GAME: do they think this is just a game?

•Chase loves to play games with you but his life with you and your relationship was not a game to him

•Chase has never really had anything that was his until he became a witch, and even then he was all alone. When he falls in love with you, you become his entire world and he will die before letting someone take you away

H stands for HELL: what would be their object of obsession’s worst experience with them?

•The worst experience was when you argued with him about killing the other Sons

•Caleb had always been good to you, and while Reid, Tyler and often Pouge were assholes you didn’t want to see them dead, and so you told him you couldn’t tolerate this

•You argued passionately with each other, ending in Chase yelling quite loudly and his Power exploding out of him in a moment of passion, throwing you across the room and into the full length mirror you had in your dorm

•He instantly moved to check on you, healing you as much as he could and taking you to his own room to care for you, apologizing for the next 2 hours straight-Chase never wants to hurt you but his Power is addictive and when it gets out of hand it happens in an instant

I stands for IDEAL: what are their plans for their object of obsession?

•He plans to marry you

•Chase truly believes that his plans to steal Caleb’s Power will work and he can be immortal before making you immortal too so that you can live together for the rest of eternity

J stands for JEALOUSY: how they react when jealous? Do they get jealous?

•Chase’s jealousy is notorious around the campus and most guys have learned to just avoid you as much as they can

•He needs people to know that you are his, every single man that lays his eyes on you needs to know that you will never be theirs. Typically he is content with an arm around your waist while you lean into him just to prevent anyone from thinking you’re available to begin with but if he sees someone eyeing you he will pull you close and kiss you every time

•If that still isn’t enough he can sometimes get a bit rough, clutching you tightly, hands trailing up your back to show his hands on your skin as the kiss becomes much more dominant, his tongue ravaging your mouth-usually that will end with him grabbing your ass and glaring at whatever man had the audacity to even look at you in the first place not that the man will be alive for long but he will always take the chance to show his possession of you

K stands for KINDNESS: how they act around their object of obsession?

•Chase is a doting, loving boyfriend

•He buys you whatever you want, even if you don’t tell him-he just knows. He constantly tries to feed you and ensure you’ve had enough to drink as well as insisting you sleep and take care of yourself

•You also need to remember however that he is a psychopath, he doesn’t hide his possessive nature from you or his murderous impulses

L stands for LOVE LETTER: how would they approach their object of obsession?

•Chase approaches you in the pub where everyone hangs out right off campus while you’re picking up dinner and he doesn’t waste any time

•He asks you on a date and is quite honest about how beautiful he finds you

M stands for MASK: how different are their public persona from their true selves?

•Not all that different honestly

•Chase is a confident, sweet guy in public, only showing his true nature to the people he plans to kill, it is 2 sides to the same coin

N stands for NAUGHTY: how would they punish their object of obsession?

•If he needed to punish you he would probably ground you

•He would lock you in your dorm and keep you from doing anything but going to school and being with him until you apologized or your attitude had disappeared

•The only other “punishment” that he had given you was when you were still talking to Pouge who was in Y/FEC with you, (your favorite and only extra curricular as Chase wanted all non-school time to belong to him) even after he had explained why he wanted them all dead. You awoke the next morning with spiders all over your bed causing you to shriek in terror. It was less a punishment and more torture and Chase had to swear on his life that he would never do anything like it again after you had spent 3 days completely ignoring him

O stands for OPPRESSION: how many rights would they take from their object of obsession?

•You still have most of your rights, you do everything you normally do but now you do it with him

•The right to be alone is the only one he really takes, your only alone time is in the bathroom and even then you have a feeling he watches you in the shower…

P stands for PATIENCE: how patient are they with their object of obsession?

•Chase is very patient with you, which is shocking because he has patience for absolutely no one and nothing else in the world

•He gives you time to get used to him, his plan, and your new life, of course he doesn’t leave your side, but he is much more understanding with you than you would expect considering his murderous impulses and overall psychopathy

Q stands for QUIT: if their object of obsession died or escaped, would they ever be able to move on?

•Died: This would mean that one of the Sons killed you and Chase would absolutely lose his mind. He would exterminate them like roaches and then try and find a magical spell to bring you back because he cannot let you go

•Escaped: Chase will not believe that you wanted to run from him but that you were put up to it. Therefore he will come and find you to bring you home to safety, ensuring that no one can ever put scary thought in his Princess’ head again

R stands for REGRET: would they ever regret harming their object of obsession? Would they ever let them go?

•Chase never means to hurt you

•Letting you go however…no. Just a big no, he has his soulmate by his side after a lifetime of loneliness and pain, he will never let you go

S stands for STIGMA: what made their yandere tendencies bloom?

•Chase is obsessed from the moment he first sees you at the bonfire as he met the other Sons however Reid stopped him from talking to you

•Reid tells him how you don’t date and that you’ve turned him down a dozen times, rants about how many times he’s tried getting into your pants and even tells him what kind of panties you wear as he had “coincidentally” seen your skirt flip up one day in the library

•That is what set Chase off, Reid’s obsessive attempts to make you his were an instant trigger and it set him on the path of asking you out that very next day, as well as being a sweet, shy guy when he did as he knew to be the opposite of his asshole “friend”

T stands for TEARS: how would they react to their object of obsession crying/breaking?

•He would immediately jump to assume someone has hurt you and demand you tell him who it was so that he can skin them alive, bathe them in lemon juice and then set them on fire

•Once he realizes you’ve just had a bad day he will try his best to comfort you, he’s not the best at it but he tries and you think it’s quite adorable most of the time when he tries to cook, ruins it, and has to use his Power to fix it

U stands for UNIQUE: something different they would do compared to others yanderes.

•There is no one else on the planet that he so much as tolerates, it is only you

•You can’t introduce him to friends because he’ll find a reason to hate them, Chase would be happy if everyone on the planet was dead and it was just you two, happy until the end

V stands for VICE: what weakness their object of obsession could use against them?

•All you have to do is cry and Chase will do just about anything you want

•He even goes to school functions such as dances just because it will keep you from tearing up-he hates seeing you sad so much, he would rather you be angry at him in all honesty

W stands for WIT’S END: would they hurt their object of obsession?

•Never on purpose

•The only time you get hurt is when you push him too hard and he gets too angry to control his Power-and even then you have the best nurse ever

X stands for XOANON: would they worship their object of obsession?

•Practically

•You are his perfect Princess and if you would like him to bow, he will kneel at your alter though be prepared for his face to end up between your legs once he’s down there

Y stands for YEARN: how long would they pine after their object of obsession before they snap?

•A day

•He couldn’t last a full day before needing to ask you out and stake his claim on you, you’re his girlfriend after the first date

Z stands for ZENITH: would they ever break their object of obsession?

•He does not want to break you, he wants to own you and make you all his

•If he broke you he would desperately need to find a way to fix you again because his baby cannot be hurt, he won’t allow it

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[theinheriteddutchess]

Nobody else

Part 7

Pairing: Chase Collins x reader

Word count: 3.664

Chapter Warnings: manipulation, misuse of magic, co-dependency, possessive behavior, controlling behavior, rape\non-con, virginity loss, toxic and unhealthy behavior, this is a dark chapter!!

Notes: Last chapter of the story and next I will be posting 2 endings. Those aren't too long. Anyway this is the toughest chapter in my opinion, so brace yourself❤️‍🩹

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You didn’t know where you were going. It was a shock to notice your surroundings and it turned out to be the crematorium where your mother had been cremated only a few months before.

You stood quietly at the building for a long time. She wasn't buried here, but it felt like she was.

“Have I messed up, mom?” you asked her. 

There would be no answer. You had never felt so lost as you did now. You didn’t want to believe it. But you also knew they believed it. And neither Caleb or Sarah seemed to be the type of people who liked tricking people. 

And there were strange circumstances around Aaron’s and Chase’s parents death.

It was all too much, you were exhausted. There was no peace though, because the more you thought about it, the more you panicked. You rushed out of the site, and blindly passed street after street. Trees replaced pavement and yet you didn’t stop. You hadn’t a destination in mind, you moved instinctively.

Maybe your heart knew what you wanted more than your brain, because soon the road towards Chase’s house was in sight, but it was the figure nearing you that made you slow down your pace.

It was Chase. Of course. Like he always knew.

“What’s going on?” he asked you as soon as you were near enough to be heard.

You shook your head. How could you tell him?

But he asked again, and his face was twisted, he was worried, and it was that which broke up your resolve.

“Sarah told me you're a witch, and you’ve been doing terrible things,” you blurted out, and a part of you wished he would deny it.

He froze and then tried to smile, but you had seen it in his eyes. “Caleb showed me.”

His smile dropped. “What did he do?”

You shook your head again. 

“He hurt you?” and his demeanor was so rigid, you were scared for Caleb for a moment, and it was then that for the first time you truly saw Chase as someone who could be dangerous.

“No, he didn’t. He didn’t hurt me, but they told me. They think you hurt Aaron.”

He scoffed. “I didn’t touch him with even one finger.”

It wasn’t a denial, not with what you heard Sarah and Caleb say. “...You wouldn’t have to.” 

Your mind started racing. You hadn't really believed it, but …Aaron did die after you went on a date with him. And Chase hadn’t liked him. 

“What is this? You don’t believe me?” He looked hurt. “You think I did it?”

“I don’t know.” You started crying. “I don’t want to, but they were so convinced.”

“And you know me.” He eyed you, his beautiful blue eyes so clear and sincere. “Would I hurt anyone?”

And the next words were blurted out. “Would you do it for me?”

It hung in the air. 

He watched you. Quiet. No one made a move.

“Are you asking me if I would kill for you?”

And you wanted to sigh with relief. It did sound silly. You wanted to hug him and apologize, how could you even think it? Of course not. He might step in if you were hurt. He might fight them, but he wouldn’t take a life so easily. 

Especially not for something foolish as a date.

“Of course not, it was silly-”

“Would I rip apart someone who tried to take you away from me? If they hurt you? Used you? If they let you get hurt?” 

You saw each expression cross his face, every word formed by his mouth.

“Chase…” There were no other words. 

“I watched him kiss you, you know? He brought you home and he pressed himself against you. You think that I would accept that?” His face was close to yours now, and his eyes held a deathgrip on yours, you couldn't look away. His sweet face, so twisted in anger, and yet it was so handsome and so familiar, you couldn’t connect it with the terrible things he was accused of. You couldn't believe it. 

“That fucker thought he could use you, and he would’ve, I heard the way he spoke in the lockerroom. Guys like that are just trying to get their dicks wet. And I wasn't going to let him, not with you.”

“But I wasn’t going to,” you told him, “I didn’t even like him.”

“And he still kissed you, when you made no effort to show you wanted him to. See? He was going to cross the lines anyway.”

You shook your head. “No, I would’ve told him I didn’t like him like that. I wasn’t going to go out with him anymore.”

“And he would have insisted, pressured you. Or he would tell lies about you. Turn people against you. Make you out like a whore.”

“Chase..did you kill him?” Your voice was soft, you were afraid to really hear the truth. “Did you go after him?”

He had seen you, he said, he had watched. He had been there. Why didn’t you notice him? Wouldn’t you have recognized his car, or someone standing there to watch? It was a pretty open street. You should've seen someone. Had he followed Aaron afterwards? Drove after him. Cut him off on a deserted road and ….and…

“Sweetheart, don’t worry about it, okay?” he suddenly turned sweet again. “Why don’t we go inside? I’ll make you hot chocolate and you can tell me what Caleb and Sarah did. And we can talk about it okay?”

What they did. He was angry with them, he was going to blame them, you were sure of it. Chase did not like other people interfering in your relationship.

And that thought, most of all, made this all very real to you. That realization, no matter what people said, what proof there was. Chase would not let anything come between you two. 

“No.” you said. Taking a step back.

His eyes watched you sharply.

“Chase, you need to be honest. You need to tell the truth.”

He let out a weird laugh. Strange, it wasn’t a happy laugh, it sounded incredulous.

“Do you want honesty?” He asked and stepped towards you, while you took a step back with each of his.

“You want to know what happened?”

You didn’t need to speak anymore, he simply continued. 

“I have waited years until I could find you. I spent years in therapy until they let me be, I had to pretend you weren’t as important to me anymore, so they’d stop acting like I was crazy. They wouldn't tell me anything. They wouldn't help me find you.They wanted to pretend like you didn’t exist. I couldn’t!”

He grabbed you shoulders, not painful but firm, like he needed to touch you to reassure himself you were there. 

“I could never live without knowing you were safe. That you were doing well. I had to wait and wait, until I was free, so I could look for you. And I did. And we were like we never were apart. You felt it, didn’t you?”

You nodded, because it was true. It was him and you again, like it had always been. It felt right.

“And they tried to take that from us. My parents, yours, Aaron, Caleb and Sarah, and the rest of them. They are jealous, they don’t get it. It’s not wrong. It’s just right.”

You couldn't help crying again, because even if his words seemed right, and he was honest, that was real, it was also a confession. It was him telling you that Aaron got in the way, that his parents got in the way.

“Did you kill your family too?” you sobbed.

He blinked and gently stroked your arms, like he wanted to comfort you.

“I didnt even think about it, I got angry. I didn’t know what I could do then. Afterwards I realized what happened. I’m not sad about it. I can’t. I could never find you if they had been there. They didn't get it. I just wanted to see you. And they acted like they thought it was harmful.”

“No Chase…” you mumbled through your tears, you could barely see him through them. “You shouldn’t have. And Aaron..”

“He was a dick! Are you pretending to care for him??”

“He didn’t need to die, I was never going to be with him!” you yelled back. “You could’ve just left him alone.”

“He was not just going to give up. Besides, he already touched you.”

“That’s not up to you to decide.” 

“Isn’t it?” he sounded very calm now. “You think I have no say in who you’re with? Like I haven’t always looked out for you? Like I haven't always tried to protect you?”

“You’re my friend, not my dad.”

He scoffed again. “Your dad?  Yeah, your dad, who beat the shit out of you and your mom, because he felt he could. That dad would never protect you. I’m better than your dad, because I would never let you get hurt by anyone. I’m your friend?! Fine, then listen to your friend; Aaron was going to fuck you and dump you and tell the whole school about it, like he won a fucking throphy. I made sure he never got to try it.”

“You need to stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop killing, stop hurting people!”

“Why would I do that?”

It was so uncaring, you had trouble realizing he had actually spoken those words. This didn’t seem like Chase. The kind boy who always stayed by your side. Who played with you and helped you when you were panicking. Who held your hand and talked about where you would go when you were older, how happy you were going to be and where you would go, places where it was sunny and with lots of flowers around you. Where no one ever scared you.

And you realized it was always the two of you in these plans. Even as a kid, Chase’s main concern had been you.

“It’s wrong,” you mumbled. “You don’t have to hurt anyone.”

“I like it.” He grinned brightly, completely at ease with the conversation and where it was going. He felt no remorse, that was certain. He didn’t care at all he had taken a life. Several. You didn’t understand how he could be so uncaring. You saw his smile and it felt like his old smile, when he was happy. Like something good had happened.

“Sarah was right.” You spoke the words before you could think of swallowing them down. You watched the smile fade from his face. A cold look joined his eyes.

“You agree with them?” He spoke softly. Deceivingly soft.

“You think they haven’t used their powers? Didn’t Caleb just use his powers on you before you came here?”

“Yes, but he just wanted me to know the truth.” You don’t know why you were defending him, when you had felt awful of being used, and being utterly defenseless. It was just, in comparison, Chase did much worse.

“He didn't hurt me to show me. He wanted me to know what you did.”

“What I did?” He brought his face close to yours, his blue, icy, eyes holding yours in a grip you couldn’t look away from. “What I did was find you, protect you, love you. Have I not? Have I been hurting you?”

You shook your head. “But, Chase -”

“No. You’re listening to others. I have told you they are trying to come between us, and you’re letting them.”

“I’m not,“ you shook your head, denying it, truthfully. “They didn’t do this. You did. I can't accept this.”

“Accept.” he chuckled. “There is a lot you can accept. I had to accept they kept you away from me, that they took you from me. I had to accept being told I was crazy  for years. I had to accept I was adopted and lied to my whole life. That it turned out I could do magic, and do amazing things, but no one was there to explain it to me. How it worked. What it could do. How addictive it is. And then I had to accept there were others like me, and they did know. And when they found out I was one of them, did they accept me? No, they tried to take you away from me as well. Well it’s not going to happen. I won’t let it. If they do, I will kill them as well, and I won't feel a thing about it. I know that’s what you want me to say, don't you? That I care about any one of them. But I don't. I don’t care about anyone. Only you.”

You couldn't stop crying, the teartracks cooling stripes on your face. You didn’t know what to think anymore. Chase wasn’t okay. You couldn’t say he wasn’t himself, because maybe this was truly who he was. But he wasn’t right. The boy you remembered and the man he was now, seemed completely separate, and yet all you could see was the gentleness he gave you. The support and the love. Because he had always loved you. You just hadn’t understood in what way.

“I need to go.”

"No."

“I am.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” His face had morphed into something tight. Never ugly, but wrong. Scary. He was never harsh with you.But now he looked at you with determination and it felt like his eyes had darkened. Something creeped up on you. You couldn’t place it, but you felt it. Wrong.

You took a step back and watched him bite his lip. It was the gesture he made when he was making up his mind. When he was upset but set on fixing it. Things always turned out his way afterwards.

Another step. Wrong. You saw it in his expression, he didn’t say anything, and yet. Another. It felt painful. You had trouble taking in enough air, it felt like something was beginning to close in on you. Yet he hadn’t moved.

And then, you turned, and the wind was streaking your face as you darted away. Your heartbeat was pumping in your ears and your feet pounded the earth much too heavy to be effective.

Chase was athletic. He might not be a runner, but he kept himself in good shape, whereas you weren’t. There was still the fleeting hope you could somehow outrun him. Or trick him with taking wrong turns. Maybe run into someone. But this place was further away from the center of town. And it was surrounded by trees and a long path before you reached it.

Switching directions like you could shake him off, you were breathing heavily. There was something telling you to stop, until you realized it wasn’t your inner voice. It was his.

He could speak to you, inside your mind, You didn’t know how. But you didn't know anything to begin with.

The trees blurred past you, it was dark, There wasn’t much light. You didn’t know if it would help you.

But soon you had passed the trees and now, with the flat dirt road you saw there was nothing to hide behind at all.

Eyes darting left and right, trying to find anything safe, anything that could help, you sprinted farther, but you were losing whatever speed you had. And you were getting tired. 

Stop!

No. No, you couldn’t. You just needed to get a little farther, there was the old Gillies house, perhaps you could hide there, perhaps they could help.

Perhaps he would kill them…

You turned another direction, but twisted your ankle slightly. Just enough for Chase to close in on you and wrap his arms around you.

He had been right behind you. Perhaps even toyed with you this long. Making you feel like you could make it, before taking that hope away. 

He held you one moment, tight against his body, barely heaving, unlike you were. Then he turned you, and you could see his face in the moonlight.

So pale. So extremely beautiful, that it hurt your heart he was the one doing this.

“I will never let anyone take you away from me. Not even you.” He hissed at you, his eyes dark. Too dark. There was not a flicker of blue left in them as they penetrated yours. He looked almost inhuman. Terrifying.

“Let me go,” You whined, heart beating so fast in your chest it hurt. “Please, I haven’t done anything.”

He huffed. “Of course not. You would never do anything to anyone. Because you’re so good. You’re so good.” It sounded affectionate, and he accentuated it by stroking the side of your face softly. “All I ever wanted was to be with you. To make you happy. And I will. I will show you how happy I can make you. But you have got to be brave for me right now, okay?”

You sobbed silently. Wishing anyone would save you, wishing he would stop. “Chase, please.”

“I will give you anything. Because you give me everything too, don’t you? You have always given me you. Can you do that?”

“What do you want?”

“Just you, only you. We can leave, or stay. Whatever you want. they won’t harm us, I won’t let them, you’re safe with me.”

He believed it. And you wondered how powerful he was, since he didn’t seem to be afraid of the 4 other guys who had magic as well. Would they try to save you? Or would they give up?

“What…what have you been doing?” You said pleadingly, as you focussed on his black eyes, shivering.

“What do you mean?”

“Have you used magic on me as well?”

He froze. “Only to help you.”

“Help me with what?”

“After your mom died, to sleep..to make you feel better.”

You thought back of the times something felt off. “Did you do anything?”

He was chewing on his lip again. Contemplating. and then his face hardened,he had made a decision. “You want to know if I used magic on you. Yes. I did. But I didn't hurt you and I can't change your mind if that’s what you're thinking. Everything you felt was because of how you feel about me.”

Feel about him. You didn’t even know how you felt about him. He was your friend. But now, what was he? What did he think he was?

“You don’t know how I feel.”

“I do. I can read your mind. I can talk to you, can’t I?”

You hear me when I want you to. You feel me when I do. And you enjoyed it.

You tried to flinch back, but he wouldn't let you. He gripped you tighter, brought you even closer and spoke against your face. “You want me. You just don’t know it yet.”

He kissed your lips softly. Gently. It was unexpected and you didn’t know what to do. So you froze. And when he pulled back he smiled kindly to you. “You don’t even know what you want with me because you’re so sheltered. I bet you have never even thought about it, did you? Touching another. Being with them. Or maybe you have never thought about it, because it wasn't me. And you knew deep down inside that there should never be anyone else but me.”

You tried to pull loose, but at the same time he was pushing you down and you somehow ended on the ground. Hard and unforgiving, cold dirt digging into your soft body and he lowered himself down to you.

“All those times you felt me, how you sounded, I can’t get it out of my mind. How well you responded.” He kissed your cheek affectionately, almost friendly. “It's because you’re meant for me. Since the day we met. Since the day we were born. On the same day, remember? Like fate. I know you felt it.”

And you had. When you met him as young children, you had felt an instant connection to him. But not like this. Not like this.

His body pressed into you and suddenly things felt a little more real. And a little more serious. He was warm and covered you completely. His hands held your arms tightly, and his mouth was moving over from your cheek to your neck and despite all of it, you couldn’t help but gasp with the sensation. He moved so expertly and you were sensitive. It felt good. But it was wrong.

“We’re not like that,” you blurted out smally. Sounding so hopeless in your own ears.

“We are everything,” he hissed. “All of it and more. And I will make you feel it. You will never part from me again.”

You couldn’t struggle much, with the weight on top of you, but it was harder to escape his lips, the way he moved against your own body. His warmth seeping into yours, warming you slowly. His eyes never leaving your face, the more he kissed you and touched you, the more the blue came back in his eyes, the more determined he seemed.

His tongue was gliding down your already sensitive spots, sucking softly as you moaned unwillingly. What was he doing?

His leg slotted between yours. Like he belonged there. The throbbing in your core as his hands were touching your skin, your waist, your belly, your breasts. Then lower and lower and, even if you made a sound that sounded like a weird squeak, his fingers still found the place no one else touched before.

He seemed to know how to touch you, exactly how to make you feel wild. Like a fever spread through you. You were murmuring things to him, but you had no idea what you were saying and he kept talking to you.

“So good, sweetheart.”

"There you go.”

"Almost there.”

Where? You didn’t know, everything seemed blurred. You wanted to be away, but you were right there, as his fingers touched you so intimately. his face was all you were seeing, and you cried, even as he stroked the tears away.

How he managed to remove your clothes without moving an inch away from you was a mystery. Magic probably. His naked skin felt so unfamiliar against yours. Unforgiving muscles placed against yours, his body between your legs as he moved against you, and you didn’t know what to feel.

Fear, betrayal, perhaps hurt. But your mouth kept making noises that you couldn’t control and his voice was everywhere, in your ear, in your mind. And you were so confused.

And he moved and moved and you were floating, high away from your body, light and heavy, shaking over and over, and he looked upon you intensely. Watching every movement, every emotion displayed on your face.

And when you came down to normal, when you felt your body again, he moved again, opened you more and pushed forward.

And there was pain, but not much, it all felt numbed. But he fitted. He fitted right in, and you blinked and couldn't think. Just watched him as he moved back and forth above you, his face so peaceful. Like he wasn’t doing this. Like he wasn’t taking all of you.

Your little gasps breaking the silence in the air and eventually joined by his groans and grunts.

It was confusing, knowing it was wrong, but feeling this way. It felt like something just pulled tighter inside of you. You didn’t know what it meant. You laid there as the ground felt soft, and his body was taking yours and his eyes….his eyes were full of love.

You were.

You were.

And then he shuddered and he moved faster, and while he moved he shuddered more, and then he froze. And all you could feel was him. Everywhere.

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SCREAMED WHEN I SAW YOUR DRABBLE FOR JENSEN ACKLES.

Can you write about Misha x actress!reader filming a makeout scene that's lowkey escalating into something more primal, and I mean primal. I'm speaking about dry humping, sloppy but feverish kisses, hair tugging, hands wandering and groping any silver of flesh, moaning and groaning, heavy breathing and so on and so forth.

And a tiny detail I would L O V E to read is the fact that they don't hear the director saying cut. They just keep going and create such an intense scene that makes them question things.👁👄👁

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 still rolling,

summary. drawing a line between character's chemistry and real life is so so hard. but you can't deny this is far from fictional.

pairing. misha collins x actress!reader genre. steamy / almost-smut ( mdni )

wordcount. 838

notes / warnings. dry humping, feverish makeout session, breathy moans, groping, hair pulling, handsy chaos, on-set intimacy that spirals, acting that’s way too real, no concept of personal space, unspoken mutual pining, and yes—they absolutely don’t hear the director say cut.

You’re not even thinking when he crashes into you.

Well—Misha crashes into you. His character is supposed to kiss yours against the wall with a little roughness, a little heat. One take, easy enough. You’ve done spicier stuff on screen before. You even practiced the damn blocking last night, just to make sure there’d be no awkward bumps or bruises.

But this isn’t the kiss you rehearsed.

This is—God. This is Misha pressing you against the set wall like the air between you two is toxic and his body is the antidote. It’s his hand fisting in your hair, the other slipping under the hem of your costume jacket, calloused fingertips dragging over bare skin like he's been waiting all season for an excuse.

Your mouth opens for him like it’s a reflex. There’s no pause, no break, no breath. Just tongue and teeth, spit-slick lips, and a groan so guttural it vibrates straight through your sternum. You’re not acting anymore. Not really. The moan that leaves your throat is yours. And so is the way your hips roll into his like you need something. Like you’ve been starved for it.

And Misha—oh, he feels that.

He shudders, lips slipping down to your neck, biting where the mic won’t pick it up. His breath is hot and ragged against your skin, nose nudging your jaw, and he’s gripping your waist now, grinding into you with slow, heavy friction that makes your knees wobble. One of his thighs wedges between your legs and you don’t stop it—you press down, gasping, chasing the pressure with a subtle desperation you hope the cameras can’t catch.

(They can. And they are.)

You don’t hear anyone yelling cut. You don’t hear anything. The lights are sweltering, your pulse is sprinting, and Misha’s hand is halfway up your back now, fingers sliding beneath your bra strap like he’s going to pull it off if you give him a single ounce of encouragement.

Your fingers tangle in his hair. Tug. You feel the growl in his throat more than you hear it.

“Misha,” you gasp—and that isn’t a line. That’s you. That’s your voice, airy and needy and so not scripted.

He pulls back a fraction of an inch. His pupils are blown. Lips pink and slick. His chest heaves as he searches your eyes like he’s checking in, but he doesn’t move away. Doesn’t drop character. Doesn’t even blink.

A second later, he’s on you again. Harder this time. Messier. His hand cups your jaw, thumb brushing your lower lip before his mouth devours it again, and this time your leg lifts—hooked around his hip like your body’s just done this before. Like it remembers something your brain hasn’t let you admit.

You rub against him shamelessly, the drag of his jeans against your clothed center making your thighs tremble. He grunts, a sound low and filthy, like he’s seconds from forgetting where he is.

Your back hits the wall again with a soft thud. Your hips stutter, chasing his. His teeth scrape your collarbone. Your fingers clutch at the waistband of his jeans, greedy and blind.

And then—

“Cut!”

The room snaps into focus like you’ve both been dunked in cold water.

You blink.

Misha blinks.

You slowly, very slowly, look past his shoulder.

The set is quiet.

Too quiet.

The crew is silent, watching. Some look stunned. A few look like they just saw something private—like they weren’t supposed to still be rolling, like they just accidentally witnessed the scene of the century.

The director clears his throat. “That was… uh. We’re gonna go again, but—maybe tone it down from NC-17 to cable TV?”

Jared snorts. Jensen mutters “Jesus Christ,” and Misha hasn’t moved. His hand is still on your waist. His chest is still pressed against yours. You can feel him breathing, fast and hot and barely keeping it together.

You don’t say anything for a second. Neither does he.

Then—

“That was your fault,” you murmur, lips still practically grazing his.

“Oh yeah?” he breathes, not backing up an inch. “I think we both deserve the blame. Or the award.”

You huff a breathy laugh, and it hits him in the mouth. His eyes darken again.

“Wanna talk about it later?” he asks, voice low and even, like he’s asking if you want dinner—not if you want to finish dry humping him in his trailer.

You nod once, dizzy.

And even as he pulls away (slowly, reluctantly, like his body wants to stay pressed to yours), his hand finds yours for a beat. Squeezes. Something passes between you—something unspoken, but not fictional.

Definitely not acting.

You hear the director again, clapping once to reset.

“Okay! Reset for take three—this time, let’s remember there’s a crew in the room!”

You and Misha glance at each other, and he raises an eyebrow, smirking just a little.

You grin back, cheeks flushed, thighs still trembling.

Take three’s about to look suspiciously like take two.

But hey—if they want chemistry, they’re gonna get it.

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Nueva Vida - [Part 2]

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♥ pairing: platonic f1 grid x latina!fem!engineer!reader x lando norris

♥ smau + written (reader is lewis' ferrari race engineer)

♥ none of the pictures are mine - face claim: wolifecindy on insta & girls on pinterest

♥ warnings: misogyny, swearing, mentions of alcohol, suggestive language !!!

♥ a/n: I'm so sorry if my Spanish is incorrect, I'm a no sabo kid.

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-Vogue Article Snippet-

Though she has been not in the spotlight for long, Y/n L/n has certainly made an impact on Formula 1. Alongside other amazing female influences such as Hannah Schmitz and Bernie Collins, Y/n continues to be a role model for women in the sport.

-Vogue Interview-

"So, Y/n what were your experiences like coming up to F1? I can only imagine the difficulties that come with being a woman in motorsports."

"It definitely was a challenge. Hate really got to my heart when I was younger and fresh out of high school. With the amount of misogyny I've faced and the lack of representation, I've almost given up too many times." you said, thinking back to your early days in F3. "I had to push myself and remember why I was here. First and foremost my passion for the sport. I've been an F1 fan since I was a kid and I wasn't going to toss away my dream due to bigoted men around me. They wanted to see me fail and I wasn't going to let them succeed."

"Beautifully said. I know the fans have a nickname for you... "Susie Wolff's daughter" how do you feel about this?"

"It's definitely something," you laughed softly. "No, I love it. Susie was and continues to be a role model of mine. I'm definitely glad we have a program like F1 Academy being directed by her. I hope I can inspire girls the same way she does."

"I have one more question for you: What are your plans for the future? Was F1 the ultimate goal or is there still something you're chasing?"

"F1 was definitely the dream. It's absolutely unreal that I'm working with Ferrari and the one and only Lewis Hamilton. As far as my future, I don't have any current plans. I want to enjoy my time here before I start considering any sort of possible change."

The interviewer nodded and jotted down a few notes

"Thank you for your time Y/n." she smiled.

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yourusername prêts pour la belgique / bereit für Belgien <3

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yourbestfriend pick me. choose me. love me.

*liked by yourusername*

user4 so SO real for that

user7 that waffle looks so good wtf

user8 her speaking french and german 🥺

user14 polygot queen

user10 WHERES MYSTERY MAN

user3 ROSCOE!!!

user9 manifesting a Ferrari 1-2

user82 didn't think I could hate her more

user10 bruv what did she do 😭

user1 she had the audacity to exist as a women in sports

user60 she's still here?

user7 wdym by that?

user60 figured they would've fired her by now

user19 you're so pretty

user14 my home country <3

yourusername @/charles_leclerc so when were we getting a Leo roscoe crossover?

user2 its a crime that it hasn't happened yet

charles_leclerc they can meet in budapest

yourusername that better be a promise

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scuderiaferrari Ferrari 1-2 in Spa. Let's keep pushing ❤️

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yourusername congrats lew and charlie <3 you both drove an amazing race

user1 "lew" "charlie" 🥹

user8 shes the cutest :(

user14 "thank you y/n" we all say in unison

lewishamilton thank you y/n

charles_leclerc thank you y/n

landonorris thank you y/n

user7 Lando you're not even a ferrari driver 😭

user9 MANIFESTING WORKED

user15 and how come y/n's not in this post

user3 wheres y/n?

user8 they're trying to silence women

user9 confirmed women haters

user5 GET IN THERE LEWIS

user12 I'm crying they're 1-2 in the championship too hdjdjddj

user14 I need them to go pull Adrian Newey out of retirement now

user2 ❤️forza ferrari❤️

fredrikvesti WE MISS YOU AT MERCEDES

yourusername me or Lewis?

georgerussell63 neither

yourusername @/georgerussell63 and I thought we were friends

georgerussell63 you're traitors 🫵

user5 I love that this is a running joke

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-Time Skip: Mexico-

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yourusername had to visit rosarito before I head to mexico city

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yourbestfriend we NEED a girls trip here

yourusername you, me, kika, lily mhe

lilymhe I’m so there

user12 welcome to mexico!!!

user14 how is she so pretty 😭

user18 those tacos look so good

user90 🤢

user3 bros so weird

user19 imagine going out of your way to comment that

user1 so aesthetic

user20 ❤️❤️❤️

user17 your so gorgeous

scuderiaferrari the mexico f1 parties go crazy

yourusername fuck yea !!!

user6 what’s admin doing here

user15 I have an undying love for f1 insta account admins

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yourusername oh we are SO back @/landonorris @/mexicogp

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yourusername @/shecoperez congrats on your home race win ❤️🇲🇽

shecoperez gracias

yourbestfriend CACKLING over that picture of Lando

user7 the sombrero is the cherry on top 😭

user1 I'm obsessed with the mexico gp

user10 her side profile >>>

user17 you're gorgeous

user6 lando's face 💀

user4 the race was amazzingg

user7 plus we got a Charles podium !

user67 maybe if she spent more time working instead of posting about her life they would have won

user9 dude...

user1 nah caus that's CRAZY 😭

user8 @/user67 hombre jodete

user12 SHES SO PRETTY

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landonorris @/yourusername, @/fernandoalonso, @/georgerussell63

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user14 who's mouth is y/n pouring alcohol into? 😭

georgerussell63 no one knows

user6 PLEASEE 💀

user1 dj Lando 🫦

user8 SO REAL

user19 lando tho 🤭

user2 nando*

user19 honestly yea

user7 giggling, twirling my hair, kicking my feet

user5 dj lando save me...

user5 dj lando

user5 save me dj lando

user6 I WANNA BE SAAAVEEED

user6 carmen is so pretty

user8 I love them

user4 *me patiently waiting for a chaotic insta story*

user3 wheres max?

yourusername drunk, looking like a frat boy, with a group of men I've never met

user10 sounds like max

user9 dj Lando AND frat boy max?!?!?

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yourusername me and my favorite man in Brasil

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landonorris I thought I was your favorite man

yourusername that's awkward 😬

oscarpiastri that's so embarrassing for you

user7 sassy oscar >>>

francisca.gomes Ill see you in the paddock <3

yourusername ily pookems see you there

user8 obsessed with their friendship

user6 lewis looks so good

user17 SURFER LEWIS !!!

user4 NEED that brasil tank top

user9 begging for a closet tour

user5 anyone else sensing some romantic tension between y/n and lando?

user10 YES absolutley

user23 they're just friends

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landonorris puede que no sea el primero en tu corazón, pero al menos he llegado el primero en la carrera

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yourusername THATS SO SAD I was just joking earlier with lewis I swear you're absolutely first in my heart 🥺❤️

user13 AWWW

user17 *sobs*

user2 I can't be the only one who thinks they're in love

user8 LANDO 😭💔

user9 *clutches heart*

user7 shoulda said this in portugese :/

user1 not everyone can speak a thousand languages like y/n

user12 lando puts the bi in bilingual

user9 lmao the mood change

user10 lando nowins

user11 lando twowins

user4 LANDO WINS THE BRAZILIAN GRAND PRIX !!!

maxverstappen1 congrats on your win mate

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-Abu Dhabi-

The Italian anthem was chanted by the Ferrari team as Lewis, Max, and Charles stood on the podium.

"Stringiamci a coorte! Siam pronti alla morte. Siam pronti alla morte, L'Italia chiamò..."

Champagne drenched your body causing confetti to stick to your hair and skin. It was certainly a battle between the three who were all tied in the points going into today's race. Lewis crossed the finish line first causing the entire atmosphere to change. The crowds and the Ferrari garage erupted in applause and gleeful cheers.

Everyone was still overjoyed as you looked down at the crowd below the podium you were standing on. You quickly pulled a few pieces of confetti off of yourself and the champagne bottle you were holding, stashing them in your pocket.

You hugged Lewis tightly as you congratulated him on his eighth world championship and he thanked you for all your hard work. It was an incredible piece of history you had the honor to be a part of.

-F1 Winter Break-

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yourusername took my (favorite) man to panama. te amo <3

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georgerussell63 took you long enough

carlossainz55 so this is why you denied my invitation to spain

user8 lando just casually cheating on carlos right in front of his eyes 😔

user10 the last picture hello ?!?!?

user15 they're so cute

lilymhe literally couple goals

yourusername no you and alex !!!

landonorris @/yourusername you don't think we're couple goals?

user2 stop breaking his heart like that y/n

maxfewtrell last picture creds?

yourusername 😐

user7 @/maxfewtrell why are you taking pictures of them like making out 😭

user6 why's max even on their romantic getaway anyway fhfjsks

user9 BABE WAKE UP NEW Y/N X LANDO CONTENT

lewishamilton nos vemos la próxima temporada

yourusername congrats on your championship - nos vemos la próxima temporada lewis <3

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end notes: I hope this was a good end to the mini series ! tysm for all the support on the first part and ty for reading ♥

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Figure it Out

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader x Jay Halstead

How you learned that Jay and Mouse were a little more than friends that were both interested in you.

Part of the Consider Me Gone verse

Warnings: Smut, MM & FF🤷‍♀️

Jay groaned, leaning back against the seat of the humvee. The mission had been a shit show from the start.Collins had argued Henrikson about sending them to that village and look what the fuck it got them. Mouse bumped Jay’s knee lightly and leaned over a little closer to him to whisper “You good babe?” Jay shook his head “Hell no baby. This was shit” “I know. When we get back to base, we’ll have a little time to chill” Mouse assured him and Jay cut his eyes at him  with a smirk before slipping his hand over onto Mouse’s knee “Good because the last few days have been hell”

When Marco slid in next to Jay Mouse pulled his knee away and Jay’s smirk deepend. Athena slid into the passenger seat while Collins slid into the driver’s seat “Man fuck Henrikson” Collins growled and everyone made some sort of noise in agreement. They just wanted to get back to base and manage to get a hot shower, hit the med tent for any injuries and sleep until they were undoubtedly dragged into a briefing where it would be blamed on them.

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When they were dismissed by Collins to either shower, sleep or get any injuries seen about Jay and Mouse headed towards the med tent but instead of going in the front Jay cut his eyes back and made sure no one was paying attention before grabbing Mouse by the hand and dipping behind the tent “Jay what the hell?” Mouse muttered but the next moment Jay was backing him up against the tent, Jay’s lips finding his. A light moan escaped Mouse as Jay’s hand slipped down to his left leg bringing it up over his hip, rolling his hips slightly into his and Mouse felt the fact that Jay was already half hard.

“Fuck Jay” Mouse groaned as Jay moved from his lips to kiss down across his jaw then to his neck “Too damn long trapped in a fucking tent with Marco and Collins and Thena” Jay muttered kissing and biting at the sensitive skin that would bring the light gasps from Mouse that he loved hearing. “Too fucking long” Mouse agreed,pulling Jay’s head back up to his so he could meet his lips in another kiss, his tongue flicking across Jay’s bottom lip asking for access and when Jay let him Mouse slipped his tongue into Jay’s mouth rolling it against Jay’s and smiling when he moaned and tightened his grip. 

A noise made them break apart and they turned to see you standing there, blood on the front of your uniform and your eyes wide. You pointed in the opposite direction “I’m gonna go get air over there. I didn't mean to interrupt you two. Feel free to continue, I’ll make sure no one else comes back here” 

They watched you walk off then looked back at each other “What do we do here?” Mouse asked first and Jay shrugged “I’m honestly not sure” Mouse looked down at their current position considering Jay was still currently pinning him against the tent “Well darlin, I think at the very least you may need to let me have my leg back” he laughed and Jay nodded “I guess you can have it back, for now” and leaned down to leave another kiss against Mouse’s lips, laughing when Mouse chased his lips when he pulled away. “Come on, let's move this to our tent”

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The moment they got to their tent Jay secured the opening then turned to grab Mouse by the waist “Come your ass here” Mouse grinned “Impatient, aren’t ya” Jay crashed his lips against Mouse’s  in a rough kiss, hand gripping his chin to turn his head where he wanted it. His hands went to Mouse’s uniform jacket, shoving it off his shoulders as Mouse worked to do the same to his. They had to break away from each other’s lips to tug their shirts off but the moment their shirts were off Mouse grinned at Jay and turned to push him down on one of the cots and Jay grinned up at him “What are you doing?”

“Whatever I want” Mouse answered, crawling up Jay to roll his lips against his in a hungry kiss. Jay’s finger dug into Mouse’s sides as Mouse moved to kiss across his jaw then down his neck “Fuck, that feels good” Jay breathed as Mouse kissed down his chest, licking and biting the sensitive skin. Mouse cut his eyes up at him with a smirk “Oh I’m just getting started” he continued down Jay’s chest and when he got to the waistband of Jay’s pants he cursed the fucking uniform pants and how hard they were to get off. 

Jay laughed “I got ya babe” and moved to undo his pants, slipping them down his hips. Mouse slipped a hand into Jay’s boxers freeing his hardened cock and the moment he did he licked a solid line from the base to the tip causing Jay’s head to fall back against the pillows “God damn”

Jay leaned up to look down at Mouse and when he did the sight alone made another moan leave him. Mouse was always fucking gorgeous but with his lips wrapped around his dick and it halfway down his throat? There had damn never been a prettier sight. Jay’s fingers slid into Mouse’s hair, tugging lightly at the short locks and when it caused Mouse to moan around his cock the feeling of it had Jay’s eyes damn near rolling back as he fought the urge to thrust his hips. Mouse went down far enough on Jay’s cock then that he gagged slightly and Jay cursed under his breath “Fuck” 

Mouse slid down further on Jay’s cock, hollowing his throat out to take more of his cock in and using his hand to work what wouldn’t fit. He tapped Jay’s thigh letting him know it was ok to thrust, he needed it he could do it. Jay held his eyes as he gave a tentative movement of his hips and Mouse moved with it. Jay started to fuck Mouse’s mouth in earnest, the gags coming from the other man pushing him closer and closer to that edge and when Mouse moved his hand down to roll his balls between his fingers he felt that damn burst as he came, hot cum spurting down Mouse’s throat and god damn when his blue eyed baby swallowed every bit he had to give he muttered “Fuck, you are so god damn amazing Greg”

Mouse pulled off Jay’s cock, swirling his tongue around it and grinned up at him. Jay licked his lips, chest still heaving from the force of his orgasm  ”Come here” Mouse was openly bi-sexual before Jay. Jay on the other hand thought he was straight before Mouse so being with a man was a new experience for him so it was a learning curve but Mouse was patient when it came to teaching.

Jay pulled Mouse up his body, their hands exploring each other’s bodies along the way until Jay flipped them so Mouse was on his back and Jay was over him. Jay grinned and leaned down to catch Mouse’s lips in an almost gentle kiss. Jay moved from his lips to his jaw then down to his neck, hands undoing his pants easily and slipping them down his hips. Mouse laughed against his lips “It’s unfair how easy that is to you”

Jay tugged the pants off Mouse then tossed them onto the other cot where his own were in an effort to keep their clothes from being visibly filthy. Jay moved down Mouse’s neck, kissing the sensitive skin and smiling against his flesh when Mouse whispered “Fuck, feels good”

When Jay got down to Mouse’s cock he gripped it loosely then swirled his tongue around the head and Mouse’s head fell back, the sexiest groan leaving his lips. “Just like that Jay” Mouse praised and Jay swallowed as he went down, swirling his tongue around the head of Mouse’s cock and was rewarded with another moan from the other man. He felt Mouse’s hand on the back of his hand, not controlling him but guiding him up and down his cock and he felt Mouse’s hips start to gently lift to meet his mouth. 

When Mouse’s cock hit the back of his throat he swallowed and Mouse’s head fell back “Fuck” and he tasted when Mouse came, the hot cum a bit thick and had a twinge to it but wasn’t unwelcomed as he swallowed it, especially when he cut his eyes up to see Mouse’s sky blue eyes on him and that crooked grin on Mouse’s face “You’ve gotten really fucking good at that”

He shook his head and moved up the cot to lay next to Mouse, pulling the thin blanket up over them both for a few minutes before they had to get dressed and go to the briefing and everything else. He slipped an arm around Mouse’s waist and pulled him back against him “Had a good teacher” he teased, pressing a kiss to Mouse’s neck.

You stepped back as your patient was carried out to the medivac, snatching your gloves off and throwing them away. With luck they’d make it to the hospital. After that it was out of your hands. This damn tent was too hot, it felt like there were too many people in it. Everything just felt like too much. Your unit had been gone for days on what you knew was a shit run and you weren’t even allowed to go with them because back to back casualties were rolling in.

“Taking a breath” you told the nearest person, Jessup and he nodded “Go ahead, looks like we hit a plateau” you gave him a small smile “Your mouth the god’s ears my guy” and headed for the back of the tent. You didn’t want to go out the front. The front meant seeing someone who would more than likely want to talk. You stepped out the back and the moment you did you were met with Jay having Mouse shoved against the back of the tent and from the looks of it they currently had their tongues shoved down each other throats. Fuck, you made out with Mouse before they left on the mission. You made out with a man that was taken. You were a fucking homewrecker or at the very least a toy for someone who was bored. 

You took a step and both of their eyes turned towards you. You pointed in the opposite direction “I’m gonna go get air over there. I didn't mean to interrupt you two. Feel free to continue, I’ll make sure no one else comes back here” you turned on your heel and tried your damndest to not run in the opposite direction. You made out with Mouse and now he was making out with Jay. If they were back Thena was. You needed to talk to Thena.

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You walked through the base quickly enough, trying not to act as if you were running from something. The moment you spotted the tent you shared with Athena you burst into it and she turned halfway through changing her shirt “Well hello to you too babe” then she looked at your face “Holy hell. What happened?”

You turned and secured the opening of the tent and walked over to sit on her cot. She abandoned getting dressed and sat down next to you, eyeing the blood on your uniform “Honey?” you cut your eyes down “Shit” and slipped the jacket off only to see your shirt had got it too. She reached for the hem of your shirt before you could and you smiled when she slipped it over your head gently “Talk to me”

You cut your eyes up at her “Is Jay and Mouse together?” her eyes widened “What?” you shrugged “Are they together or is it like us?” she shrugged “I don’t think it’s like us. They’re together ish” “Ish?” you asked and she raised an eyebrow, lifting her hand to cup your chin “What happened?”

You slowly raised your eyes to meet hers “Swear not to tell?” she grinned “I don’t tell about every time my head is between your thighs or your head is between mine” you laughed “True” and took a deep breath “I made out with Mouse a few days ago then I just found them going at it outside the med tent. Thena I’m not a fucking homewrecker” “I know baby” she cooed and you dropped your gaze “What do I do? I like them both Thena..a lot but I didn’t realize they were together”

Her hand slid from your chin around to the hair at the base of your neck before pulling you into a kiss, rolling her tongue into your mouth. You sighed against her lips. When she pulled away she smiled “How about we get out of the rest of these clothes and forget about the damn stress for a little while?” you laughed “I knew you’d help Thena” she grinned as her hands reached to slip your sports bra over your head then lowered her mouth to your breasts, rolling a nipple between her teeth. Her hands went to your hips to turn you to lay flat against her cot. 

She pulled away from your breast with a wet pop and winked up at you before stripping your bottom half then hers “Now, I know you like those two and I think they like you but you’re stressed. I’m gonna help you get unstressed then we’ll figure the rest out ok?” you nodded as she climbed up your body, catching your lips in a bruising kiss as her hands spread your thighs “I’m gonna make you cum twice. Once for each of them so you’re clear headed when you deal with it, ok?” you nodded “Ok” and she laughed “Good girl”

One of her fingers slipped into you, quickly followed by a second. She curled them up, finding that spot inside of you within a few strokes. You gasped her name, your back arching off the cot. “Look at our pretty little medic. Poor thing is so stressed” she cooed, pumping her fingers in and out of you, turning her wrist so she could use the heel of her palm to add pressure to your clit and your orgasm hit you with warning. You came, clenching hard around her fingers as you gasped.

Once you came down she held your eyes as she slid her fingers out of you and slipped them into her mouth,licking them clean “Ready for number two?” you nodded and she moved down your body, kissing the soft flesh of your stomach along the way. When she got to your pussy, she nudged your thighs open with her shoulder and cut her eyes up at you “Close your eyes and relax. You handle way too much” you closed your eyes and felt the first tentative lick. She flicked her tongue against your clit and you moaned her name, fingers going to her hair and she moaned against you.

You felt her add one finger then a second, moving them in tandem with her tongue. When you came your legs shook around and you had to clamp one of your hands over your mouth to be quiet. When she finally let up from your clit you looked down and she was grinning up at you “Feeling a little less stressed?” you nodded “Still feel guilty but less stressed”

You reached for her shoulders and pulled her up you “Now let me return the favor” she crawled back up your body and when she got to your lips you turned the two of you over so you were on top then and grinned down at her “Your turn now Thena” and started to kiss your way down her body. She gasped when you hit a certain spot “Fuck am I glad we got another woman in this unit”

You walked into the briefing Henrikson had summoned half the base into and saw that Mouse and Jay were standing just far enough apart for you. For weeks you’d stood with them during briefings, mainly covering for Mouse when he was still annoying the shit out of Henrikson. Both of their eyes raised to meet you, seafoam blue and sky blue. You quickly looked away and slid into the place between Collins and Athena. You weren’t a homewrecker and you damn sure weren’t a toy for a bored couple.

You listened to Henrikson drone on and on and found your head drooping over onto Collins’ shoulder. He cut his eyes down at you and smirked “They keeping you busy? We’ve missed you in the field” you smiled “I’ve missed being with you all Aleks” he winked at you “I’ve been trying to get you out that damn tent honey” you shrugged “Maybe soon” and ran a hand down your face to try to pay attention. Collins leaned his shoulder up “Take a nap. I’ll shake ya if he looks this way” you shook your head “Squad leader is supposed to keep us in line” he shrugged “You keep us alive.We’re basically partners over these idiots”

Out of everyone you had to say Collins was the one you got along best with because there was nothing else at all there. He was simply Collins. 

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When the briefing was finally dismissed it was chow time. Collins slung his arm around your shoulders “Come on doc. With what they serve us, I’ll be glad to have ya sitting next to me” you cut your eyes over to see Jay and Mouse looking at you and turned your eyes back to Collins “Don’t worry, I won’t let the food take you down”

“She hates us” Jay muttered as he and Mouse watched you walk towards the med tent. You’d yet to speak to either of them since catching them outside of the med tent. “I know why” Athena spoke, walking up behind them and they both turned to face her. Jay raised an eyebrow “Want to share with the class?” she shrugged, trying to figure out if that crossed the line of secrecy you swore her to. “You both have run around flirting with her, she’s thought you were just two friends after the same girl. Now she feels like a shiny new toy and is pissed”

Mouse felt his heart drop to his feet. Why the hell hadn’t he thought about that? He made out with you just days before you caught him and Jay. You didn’t know that he and Jay had agreed to the fact that if there was a shot with you for one of them to take it. Christ, he’d talked to you. You fucking loathed cheaters, homewreckers. You’d made him promise not to tell Jay and he wouldn’t but damn how the hell you must feel. Jay cut his eyes at him “We gotta get her to talk to us” 

Athena shook her head “Not right now. She’s going into surgery and we’re rolling out”

You were finished with surgery and cleaning up the main area of the med tent when the flap swung open and to your horror Jay and Mouse came flying in.”He got shot” your eyes got wide when Mouse motioned to Jay who he was damn near dragging “Get him on the damn bed then Greg!” you scolded and Jay raised an eyebrow “I can walk”

You opened the med kit as Mouse helped Jay get his jacket and shirt off.  Right across Jay’s upper left arm was a deep gash “You catch a round Halstead?” you asked, digging a suture kit out. “Is he gonna be ok?” Mouse asked and you cut your eyes at him and nodded “Yeah, it missed everything major. Doesn’t look like any muscle damage. Few stitches and he’ll be fine. Need to remember he’s got a lead allergy like the rest of us”

They both laughed lightly as you started to stitch Jay’s arm, keeping your eyes on the wound and focusing on your job. You could feel their eyes on you but you couldn’t do that, this? You could do. Jay spoke your name lightly and you shook your head “Don’t” “Please hear us out” he pleaded and you sighed, looking from his wound to him then to Mouse “Fuck it. You’ve got like eight more stitches Talk fast”

“We’re kinda together” Mouse spoke and you nodded “Why did you feel like you couldn’t tell me?” your hands moved as you spoke,closing the wound on Jay. “Because we saw you when you got here and wanted you too” you nodded slowly “What? Got bored and couldn’t order new sex toys?” they both said your name damn near sadly and you shook your head “I’m not a homewrecker and I’m not a toy nor am I a bigot, fuck I’m bi. You two had literally no reason to walk around here flirting with me at every damn turn, consistently seeking me out and all the while knowing I was a game”

You finished the stitches and clipped them off then covered the area. “Keep it clean and dry as possible” you turned to walk off and Jay caught your hand “So if we told you Y/N, we’re both bi and love each other but fell for you as a duo the moment we saw you. You would’ve believed us?”

You shrugged “I don’t know but you two do realize I care about both of you, a lot. If the flirting is genuine ok, if the feelings are genuine for me too, we can figure it out but no more lies” they both nodded. Jay dropped your hand “Are you talking to us again?” you raised your eyes to meet his then looked back at Mouse who was watching you closely “Yeah, I guess I am. Good thing too because from what Collins told me when he stopped in early I’ll be hitting the field with all of you tomorrow and we’re going for four days” 

“Are you gonna stick close to us or just Thena and Collins?” Mouse asked with a smirk and you grinned “Jealous or something?” and Jay answered “You normally stand with us at briefings and eat with us at chow time” you shook your head “One, you can’t get jealous because I haven’t agreed to you two yet and two, I don’t know how the fuck I didn’t clock you two being together”

You were laying on your bedroll, trying not to admit how fucking cold you were. Athena and Collins were on watch duty, Marco was asleep. You turned over again and heard Mouse call your name, you cut your eyes over at him “Are you cold?” he asked and you shrugged “A little” he shook his head “Come here” 

Jay leaned up from the other side of Jay and pulled you towards the two of them. They tucked you between them, Mouse leaning over to nuzzle his face into Jay’s neck which wrapped his body around yours but you honestly could’ve cared less because the closer they snuggled the more it smushed you between them and the warmer you got. “Thank you. I know it’s probably annoying to have someone between you two” you whispered.

Jay laughed “Rather that then our medic freeze. Besides we do really like you princess” you rolled your eyes at the nickname then Mouse added “A lot sweetheart” you shook your head “Just let me get some sleep. When you two switch with Thena and Collins, I’ll push my bedroll with hers” Jay pressed a kiss to Mouse’s neck and you heard him whisper in Mouse’s ear “Lucky Thena, huh?”

You shook your head and scooted a little further down so Mouse could fully snuggle into Jay’s neck even if that put your face in Jay’s clothed chest. The combined body heat was already relaxing your body. You closed your eyes and listened to both of their heartbeats, the rhythm of them combined with the warmth lulling you to sleep. 

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A/N: There is 2 more pieces coming with lots more Jay X Mouse scenes. One has a full sex scene with Fireball and the other is just soft domestic fluff with them while Fireball is resting from a hard shift then a cuddly day between all 3 of them