#chase collins x reader smut

[georgiapeach30513]

Kinktober 2022, Day 5: Ejaculating Toy

Riding That Thing

Summary:  Chase loves it when you perform

Pairings:  Chase Collins X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, D/s dynamics, toy play, masturbating with an audience, butt plug, squirting, unprotected sex, spitroast, swallowing, bicep choking, mentions of sharing, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.2K

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Chase hungrily gives your naked body a look over. Holding his finger up, he twirls it around, wanting you to spin your body around. Giving your ass a quick slap. The man on the couch gets excited, his body twitching around, and you don’t miss the hitch in his voice.

“What have we here?” his voice deep and rough, and you give Chase’s friend a clear view of the gold glitter plug, and giving your ass a wiggle. “It matches your other toy, huh, Angel?”

Looking over your shoulder, you nod your head at the guest, and look back at Chase, giving him a nasty kiss. “Do you know who I am?”

“August Walker,” you gulp, stepping just a bit closer to Chase.

“Good, and you know why I’m here?” you give him a nod, and Chase gives your wrist a gentle squeeze. “So what has your demon cooked up for us today?”

Without answering you saunter over to the golden dildo stuck to the floor, eyes on Chase as you go to sink down. Slowly lowering yourself over the phallic toy, all the way down to the root. Giving a bit of a whimper to Chase, but catching August smirk out of the corner of your eye.

“You took that so well, Angel,” Chase praises you, and with a nod of his head, you begin to work yourself over the toy. Bashfully casting glances over to August, but leaving most of your looks for your boyfriend.

The two men nurse a beer while they watch you work yourself over the golden cock. Tits bouncing, and Chase beams at you. Placing your hands behind you, both men stare hungrily as your snatch swallows every inch of the golden cock, “She’s a good little whore. I come home to her begging for my cock by riding that thing.”

“Turn around, Angel. I wanna see that pussy stretch out, and wanna see how that ass looks,” Chase confirms August’s order with another nod, and you spin around, really working yourself over the toy.  Letting your ass bounce over it, and Chase itches to just slap each cheek.

“Dammit, she’s pretty. You come home to this?”

“I do,” you let out a lewd moan and still your movements, “Uh uh uh. I didn’t tell you that you could stop. Keep going.”

Looking over your shoulders you give him a pout, and quickly look at August, “He won’t care. There’s no need to be embarrassed. I promise.”

With a deep breath, you pound yourself over the toy, both men, slowly palming their pants. You give a cry of Chase’s name, not slowing, and you feel yourself gush. Squirting all over the floor, but he didn’t tell you to stop.

“What’s that?” August asks, pointing to the bulb in Chase’s hand. Following the hose all the way to your toy.

“She loves being filled with cum. And I will make sure she gets that.”

A low growl emitting from August has you stuttering your movements, as a heat builds up in your belly. Slamming yourself over the toy, racing for that release. Your juices fall to the floor below, and still you keep going. Your ass bouncing beautifully on the toy, and your squelching sounds fill the room.

“Put her out of her misery, Collins.”

“Come for me, Angel. You’ve done so well,” lightning courses through your veins, and you feel the added warm from your toy, and you slowly fuck yourself through it. Giving a smile behind you, when you fully sink down on the toy.

“Go on, Angel, let’s see her drip,” getting on all fours, you let the fake cum, that pales in comparison to Chase’s drip out of your hole, and the thick cream rolls out one drip at a time

“I think I need to break her in,” August says, licking his lips. His hands rub up and down his thighs, but he only looks at you with straight desire and lust.

“Nope. Not this time. You already had your fun. Maybe you should go home to your girl.”

“She knows what she signed up for,” he goes to stand, but Chase jerks him back. “You know I out rank you right?”

“You know that this isn’t regulation. I let you see her, but that doesn’t mean I want you to have her.”

“Maybe we should call the Professor,” he mentions, raising up his eyebrow.

“No,” interrupting their change of thought. “Chase, he can fuck me from behind, baby. No one has to know,” August pulls your body to the couch, leaning you over the arm, and removes himself. Watching your needy pussy clench around nothing and Chase stands up himself. Pulling out his veiny cock before sliding into your mouth.

August pushes through your slicked up walls with no time for you to adjust to his girth, just a, “You’re drenched. You can take it,” not caring that you whine at the severe stretch, sending you full force towards Chase, gagging around his length.  

“Fucking hell, she’s tight.  Where did you find such a whiny little Angel?  So sweet, too.  I bet even her pussy tastes like honey.  I got room at my house for another,” you grunt out your disapproval.  “Mine likes me to have others, that way her cunt isn’t so raw.”

“Shut up,” Chase tells him, while his hand lovingly moves down your face.  “She won’t be going anywhere.  And this is the last time.  She doesn’t mind you watching her put on a show, but no more freebies.  Find one of the other members’ girls to fuck.”

August grunts, and starts pounding into you.  A painful pleasure radiates through your body, and you don’t know whether to be turned on or scream out.  

But when he pulls out of you, and you gush onto the couch, leaving him to smirk, before slamming back into you, you can’t stop the mewls that are muffled by Chase’s cock.  A few more thrusts before pulling out again, and your juices squirt onto his thighs.  “He make you do that, Angel?”

“Why do you think we usually have sex in the floor?” Chase moans at the way your throat wraps perfectly around him.  Making those sweet little yips that tell you just how close he is.  “I’m…I’m gonna — Angel!” His head looks up at the ceiling and he pants out your name as his warm seeds spurts into the back of your throat.  Some of his thick cum escapes from your mouth, but he wipes it up, to push back into your whore mouth.

August still slams into your ass, and wraps his arm around you.  His bulging bicep closes off your air, and you start to see stars.  Whimpering out Chase’s name, only makes him shove into you harder.  He meant for you to feel him for weeks later, but your only thought is Chase.  His pouty little lips as he watches your face turn up in pleasure.  “This tight little pussy has got me in a vice grip.  You want it in your cunt or on your back.”

“My back.  I only want Chase’s cum inside me,” grabbing your hips, he uses you to fuck him.  Getting so much deeper than before.  Stuttering his movements, before pulling out, and shooting his thick cream all up your back.  

“Well, it’s been fun.  I’ll see you guys at the next mission.  Angel, you were much better this time around,” you roll your eyes, going to stand up, but lose balance, but Chase catches you, and holds on gently to your spent body, August gives you a wave with his head, “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

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[jessybarnes]

Title: One Night Only

Pairing: Chase Collins x F!Reader

Word Count: 2k +

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

Written For: @sebastianstanbingo and @kinktober2022

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

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

Title Card: Yours Truly

"Well, that's just fucking great!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You really, really like it.

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

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

You wake up shivering.

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

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

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

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

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

"Fine. But no funny business, Collins."

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

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

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

He chuckles, "whatever you say, sweetheart."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You gasp, "Chase...I-"

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

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

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

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

"Oh, God...Chase!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Chase, what ... are you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Chase, please!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He kisses you sweetly and pulls out of you gently.

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

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again, who allowed me to think about this? girl, why?

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death of me* - my brain said no. discontinued af.

[axelsagewrites]

Roy Kent*Locker Room

Pairing: Season one!Roy Kent x f!reader

Word count: 2063

Warnings: swearing (kent style), m! receiving oral, voyeurism/exhibitionism, Jamie flirting with reader, Roy’s inner thoughts aka light violence, smut 18+

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Jamie fucking Tartt was about to get his front teeth knocked out his fucking skull if he didn’t back the fuck down was all Roy could think about during practise. that and knocking him over the head with a heavy rope, or a rock, or his fist, or his shoe, or really anything. of course, the American didn’t see the harm in Jamie running up and down the pitch like a twat but as captain Roy wanted nothing more than to ship all three of them back on a plane to wherever the hell the cowboy came from.

the only solace Roy got during that practise was your text saying you would pick him up after practise for a surprise date. for a moment it actually brought a smile to his face. that was till he caught sight of Tartt doing his own chant, so he sent back a quick ‘love u’ text before going to yell at the knob head celebrating a fake match.

Roy counted down the seconds till he could get off this damn pitch however when coach lasso called, he decided to fall back. by making sure Roy was the last one in the locker room and showers he could make sure he was as far back from Jamie Tartt who was running like he was being chased. if only it was Roy chasing him with a big stick.

anyone who spoke to him only received a grunt in return. as Roy came back from the showers with only a towel round his waist most of the team had left. Jamie was at his locker taking his stupid tongue out selfies as Issac said a quick goodbye to him, dodging Roys gaze as he and Collin split, Sam not far behind.

Roy inwardly smiled at the way Nathan ran out the room when he walked in. when he got to his locker the first thing, he did was check his phone to discover you were already here, so he quickly let you know he just had to get changed. when lasso and beard tried to say goodbye Roy just grunted as he pulled on his jeans.

when he glanced behind him, he was grateful to see Jamie finally sauntering out the room, not even bothering to say goodbye to his captain to which Roy was thankful for. when the door shut behind Jamie Roy let out a sigh of relief being the only one left in the room.

you however had decided not to wait in the car and just meet Roy in the locker room. you nodded and smiled to all the boys you passed but didn’t stop to talk since you weren’t there for them. as Isaac and colin left the two wondered how in the hell you and Roy worked considering you were always kind and happy whereas Roy was, well Roy.

You were barely able to slip passed ted and beard with just a howdy hello. However only one of the boys managed to stop you in your path, “Look who it is,” Jamie grinned, opening his arms out wide making you roll your eyes with a smile, “Its Mrs grampa,”

“Hello to you too Tartt,”

“Don’t worry love I won’t keep ya. Can’t risk grampa having to wait for his sponge bath,”

You rolled your eyes again as you kept walking, knowing full well Jamie was staring at your arse, “You’re just jealous he gets one and you don’t,” you grinned, excited to finally see your boyfriend after a long day.

“If you ever wanna be with a real footballer love you’ve got my number,” he said, clicking his tongue and firing finger guns at you before spinning on his heels and finally leaving.

you were laughing quietly as you opened the door to the locker room, finally laying eyes on your boyfriend. Roy looked up with a stone face, but a smile fell over it when he saw you, “What’s got you laughing then princess?” he asked as he fastened his belt.

“Just Jamie being a prick,” you said as you walked up to him. before Roy could start his impending rant, you looped your fingers in his belt loops, pulling him closer, “Sad I missed the show though,” you smirked, leaning up to kiss him.

Roy practically melted into your touch as his hand cupped your jaw, his other resting on your hip, “Im sure I could hit rewind for you,” he teased as he pulled back, his hands moving to your back to pull your body flush against his, “I’ve missed you,”

“You saw me this morning babe,” you laughed as your arms moved to rest over his shoulders.

Roy chuckled, his eyes glancing down, “Been thinking about you all day,”

“What about me specifically?” you teased, catching another quick peck.

his hands slid down your back slowly before he suddenly slapped your arse making you have yelped half squeal. “You know exactly what I’ve been thinking about. walking in here looking like this,”

“Looking like what?” you said, leaning in so your nose brushed against his.

“So, fucking fuckable,” he said, his voice somehow lower than before making your stomach do flips and knocking the butterflies all over the place, “Been thinking about those fucking lips all day,” Roy said before his lips crashed onto yours in a desperate messy kiss.

your hands gripped his hair making Roy groan into the kiss as his hands squeezed your hips tightly knocking the wind out of you. “Well, I can’t do much else with these lips till we get out of here,” you said, finally pulling away for air and walking backwards leading Roy towards the door.

“Says who?” Roy said, his hot breath fanning over your neck before his lips soon to kiss down your skin making you moan when he reached the crook of your neck. Roy moved you back till your back was against the locker room door.

“We can’t Roy,” you moaned, your grip tightening in his hair.

“Sure, don’t sound like you wanna stop,” he mumbled against your skin.

it had been a thought you’d had a lot, fucking Roy in the locker room. or really anywhere at Richmond. Roy had even said after his last win that he would’ve taken you on the pitch right then if he could. ever since the idea had been in your head and with the season just starting again it was seeming tempting, but you knew the cleaners would be coming round soon.

but not right now. Roy groaned when you pulled his head from your neck but his eyes about popped out his skull when he felt your hand on his belt buckle. “Seriously?” he asked, almost getting giddy about the idea as you unbuckled the belt, working quickly on the button of his jeans.

You hummed in response as you undid his zip, “Just my mouth though. for now,”

“Hey im not fucking complaining,” Roy grinned but his mouth fell open, a small moan from his lips when he felt your hand wrap around his cock, “Fuck babe wait- “he said making you almost pull your hand out his boxers but he grabbed your wrist to stop you, “Over here. so, we’re not in the middle of the room yeah?” he said as he led you over to the closest locker.

you laughed when you looked up at the locker, “You want me to suck you off in front of Jamies locker?” you said, still following Roy over.

“Cmon,” Roy groaned, his cock pulsing in your hand as he reached his enemies spot in the locker room, “This would be the ultimate fuck you. the fuck yous of fuck you,” he said as the backs of his legs hit the bench.

your hand moved from his dick, much to Roys dismay, to hold his shoulders. Roy was about ready to call it quits when he felt you push down on his shoulders, making him sit down on the bench. you stayed stood for a moment, your hand tracing over his jaw, “You Roy Kent, are a petty bitch,” you said as you slowly moved down onto your knees making Roy somehow get even harder, “Who I love,”

“I’ve never loved you more,” Roy said as he watched you with awe. you rolled your eyes as you leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his tip.

if you were going to do something so wrong you were going to do it right. you licked slow soft licks around his tip making Roy groan as his hand found its way into your hair, but he knew better than to rush you. he nearly gasped for air when he felt you lick down his shaft, your hand resting on the other side of his sensitive member.

you teased him for a few moments till you finally began to swirl your tongue around his tip before slowly sinking down his cock. Roy moaned, not caring if anyone was still here to hear him as your hands moved to cup his balls. his moans were all the encouragement you needed to keep going, your head bobbing down with an increasing pace as you felt his tip hit the back of your throat.

Roy felt like he could cum at any moment, but he wanted to enRoy this. his eyes were screwed up with pleasure but for some reason he felt the need to open them. when he did, he saw Jamie, standing at the other locker room door, his hand still on the handle and his jaw practically on the fucking floor.

having Jamie seeing this was somehow even better than him never knowing it happened. it took Jamie a moment to notice Roys eyes were open and when he met his captains eyes all Roy could do was smirk, leaning his head back to rest against the wall as Jamie stood there in awe. Roy wanted to enRoy this feeling, that was until he felt your cheeks hollow around his cock and his eyes screwed up in pleasure once more.

Roy knew he couldn’t wait any longer but when he went to tap your shoulder to tell you that, a signal you had decided upon months ago, you decided to keep going. Roy couldn’t contain himself any longer and he gasped as he felt himself spill his cum down your throat. your movements slowed but you didn’t pull your lips away till you had practically sucked all the life from the footballer.

when you pulled off, wiping your mouth with the sleeve of your shirt, you looked up to Roy with those doe eyes he loved so fucking much. seeing them made him reach down, pulling you in by your jaw to kiss you harshly. you heard some kind of click and you pulled back, glancing behind you, “Did you hear something?” you asked, slowly getting up from your suddenly sore knees.

“Nah,” Roy said as he helped you stand, getting up himself and zipping back up, “But we should go. gotta get you home so I can repay the favour,” he said making you giggle and rush towards the door, Roy slapping your arse as you went making you fake scold your boyfriend.

as you walked the halls Roy briefly wondered if he had taken it too far but after all it was Jamie, so he didn’t worry. then he wondered why Jamie hadn’t confronted him? was it actually Jamie that had seen him or some orgasm angle? if Jamie had down that to him Roy would’ve fucked him across the room and kicked the living hell out of him.

it must’ve been someone else Roy thought, trying his best to act casual as he walked with you to the parking lot. however, when Roy opened the door for you to walk into the car park, he looked up to see Jamie, sat his car eyes closed. Roy barked a laugh at the sight, making your head spin around looking for what was funny.

however, Jamie had heard your boyfriends laugh and by the time you spotted his car it was speeding out of the parking lot. You looked after the car, head tilted, “Jamies a weird one,” you said as you unlocked your car, and all Roy could do was laugh. next practise was gonna be the cats’ pyjamas.

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— GIANTS IN THE OCEAN

SUMMARY : when jensen dresses as dean for halloween, he tried to prove that he can fuck like him when he’s told he doesn’t.

PAIRING : jensen ackles x latina!reader

CHARACTERS : misha collins, jared padalecki, genevieve padalecki

WARNINGS : nsfw (18+), smut, angst, fingering, defending wanda maximoff bc I’m whipped for her, switch!jensen & switch!reader

WORD COUNT : 3.4k

A/N : title from sky eats aeroplane’s song. procrastination, laziness, gah. anyway, it’s the destiny showcase so I’m doing nothing and I’m posting now LOL X

Jensen cleared his throat loudly from where he stood at the closet, trying to get his girlfriend's attention who was applying makeup as a part of her costume. She blinked the blurriness from her eyes and looked at him first from the mirror, then turned around with a raised brow at his costume of choice.

“Dean Winchester? Really? You’re not even trying,” she laughed softly, then returned to quickly finish up with her look. He deflated slightly, pouting as he made his way to her, he got down on his knees and sat back on his legs to admire her.

“Wanda isn't a hero, but Dean is,” he argued after giving some thought to how to respond to her comment. She squinted her eyes, giving him the side-eye, just then she finished up and then turned to face him. He blinked up at her innocently, green eyes wide and pretty, his lashes fluttering like a princess against his freckled cheeks.

She grasped his chin with her black-stained fingers, leaning forward so her red-tinted lips brushed against his, “as a mother, I have to disagree.” He blushed, but excitedly tried to lean forward to claim her lips only for her to pull away with a little tsk. “You’re so pretty like this, baby, on your knees for me like a good boy,” she murmured seductively, swiping her thumb across his pillowy lip.

“Don’t do this to me now,” he moaned, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose against hers. His hands clung tightly to her leather covered thighs and she turned her face slightly to kiss him with a playful smile on her lips. He slid his hands up her legs, grasping her hips to tug her forward, off the chair, and into his lap to deepen the kiss. “You’re so hot,” he mumbled when he pulled away just a bit to breathe. Then, he returned her mouth, hunger hidden beneath each quick peck he gave her.

“So are you, Jay,” she replied softly, pulling away and placing her finger on his lips when he chased her mouth for more kisses. “Especially when you’re dressed as Dean Winchester.” She smirked down at him and his pretty, puckered, pink lips. He gazed at her curiously, a little surprised by her admission. He didn’t have time to respond or to even let that information sink in because he instinctively shut his eyes when she leaned forward quickly to place open-mouthed kisses along his neck.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his breathe catching in his throat when she reached down and started to rub his semi-hard cock over his jeans. “Baby, I don’t wanna get to Jared’s party with my dick hard,” he groaned, his voice deep with lust, breathy and hot. She felt her pussy tingle, a wave of heat and arousal starting to build up between her legs.

“Then, let’s get going before I fuck you here on the floor, yeah? Dean?” She looked down at him innocently, mimicking what he’d done earlier. He shook his head at her, his cock stirring in the tight confines of his jeans at being called Dean. However, with the Scarlet Witch costume she was wearing, it was a little scary but in a hot way. “Now, get your dick soft, my mom’s downstairs with the kids.”

Y/N stood up from Jensen’s lap, getting a matching crossbody bag that was small and didn’t get in the way of her costume. Jensen stayed on the floor for a while, trying to get his mind out of the gutter and get his excitement under control before he got up. Embarrassingly so, she was leaning against the doorway with a smug smile just watching him try to recollect himself.

“Please, Y/N, don’t judge me,” he said playfully, holding his palm up to stop her from looking at him. She chuckled, pushing her body off the doorframe to start walking away, Jensen following right behind.

“I’m pretty sure she calls me names in Spanish,” he blurted out, scratching the back of his neck.

“Pftt, no she doesn’t,” Y/N said unconvincingly, “besides, there’s a difference between my kids and my husband,” she added, shrugging nonchalantly, a grin fighting it’s way onto her lips despite how hard she bit it.

Okay, maybe she did call him names, but they were meant affectionately. And mostly it was names relating to his freckles or his green eyes that were too hilarious or accurate for her to stop her mom from calling him even when he was right there. Like a codename girls use for their crushes or people they dislike.

“You said she liked me!” He exclaimed quietly, grabbing her arm to twirl her around and pull her into his chest.

“She does! I’m messing with you, baby,” she promised, leaning up to kiss the worry from his face. “You’re perfect and she knows that,” Y/N said earnestly, cupping his face in her hands, “she knows you’re an amazing husband and an even better father. I love you so much. I swear, no, I promise you, she likes you too. She told me you were a keeper, Jay.” She looked up at him with the widest, in-love-with-you eyes he just couldn’t help the way it immediately made him relax.

“She did?” He asked softly, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Y/N nodded, her own arms circling around his neck. “I was in love with you from the start and she knew it. She saw everything that you were and she convinced me to go for it before someone else whisked you away. Thanks to her, you’re mine.” Y/N leaned up to kiss him again, softly, tenderly.

“Thanks to her, you’re mine,” Jensen corrected quietly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to get so insecure,” he chuckled, brushing her cheek with his fingers lovingly.

“I shouldn’t have said that as a joke, I’m sorry too.” She grabbed his hand and kissed it softly, “let's get out of here.” He kissed her forehead and nodded in agreement, letting her lead all the way downstairs to greet her mother and say goodbye to their children.

“Dean and Wanda?” Misha asked, taking a large sip of his beer. “What a strange couple, but the two of them are crazy about family so…” he smiled broadly, hugging them both. Y/N laughed, squeezing Misha’s side as Jensen patted his back.

“And you’re.. the Mandalorian, but without your helmet on…” Jensen chuckled, pulling away first to ruffle Misha’s already messy hair.

“How else am I supposed to drink beer and eat candy?” He shouted over the music, then dragged the two of them inside to allow people an easier way in. Misha led them into the kitchen, talking about how he’d somehow lost his Grogu toy somewhere in Jared’s house. “Anyway, go crazy you two.. but not as crazy as the people you’re dressed up as,” Misha teased, patting them both on their heads before making his way somewhere else to have fun.

“Well..” Jensen chuckled as he watched Misha leave.

“I love him,” she said happily, then started to put together Jensen’s drink.

“Same,” Jensen smiled, watching her with a loving look. “So… about what you were saying earlier… about me dressing up as Dean? Did you mean that?” He asked, leaning against the counter, attempting to be completely cool about his question, trying not to give away that it's something he’d considered for a while: role playing as Dean during sex.

“Yes?” She confirmed hesitantly, handing him the Old Fashion she’d prepared then started to make her own drink. “Why? Got something naughty in mind?” She asked, glancing up at him every now and then, seeing the blush on his face either from the heat of the house filled with mostly strangers or from whatever was going on in his mind.

“Always,” he grinned bravely, taking a large gulp of the whiskey for his sudden bashfulness. She raised a brow at him, her interest piqued, placing a few gummy worms into her already sweet drink.

“You gonna tell me or show me?” She asked, stepping forward as he took another sip. He choked on it a little, glanced around for anybody who could be watching or listening. At that time, she took a gummy worm and dangled it in front of him playfully. He obediently opened his mouth and let her push the gummy worm inside, the sweet and sour taste making him hum softly in satisfaction.

“Well, I-I was just gonna make a suggestion,” he stuttered, his mouth slightly full with the chewed up candy. He swallowed quickly when she licked her fingers lasciviously, just as he reached behind her to steal a bag of gummy bears.

“I think…” she murmured, hooking her fingers onto his belt loops and tugging him forward. “I think you should honour your costume and show me. Here.” He blinked down at her, his eyes wide and completely astounded at her bold words.

“Shit,” he muttered, his face a bright red colour. “Are you ovulating?”

“Shut up,” she laughed, the spell of wantonness suddenly broken. She took the bag of gummy worms she opened and started to walk away from him, carefully weaving through the dancing and sweaty bodies with her drink.

He downed the rest of the whiskey, knowing he’d definitely need it if she was going to keep it up with the hot flirting. He carefully dumped his cup into the sink then tried to follow her, only to lose her in the literal sea of bodies, salty and heavy. He easily found Jared even in his Green Arrow costume, standing high above most of the people. He was dancing and laughing with Gen, who was dressed as Wonder Woman, the two of them were talking to someone Jensen didn’t know.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt,” Jensen said politely, turning to Jared. The man was kind and smiled at Jensen, standing off to the side to let Jensen have a quick chat with Jared and Gen. “Have you guys seen Y/N? I sorta lost her. Great costumes by the way,” Jensen rushed out, anxiously trying to get them to respond.

“Hey, Jensen!” Jared’s voice boomed, pulling him into a tight hug, drawing a wheeze from Jensen, which made Genevieve smack him. Jared pulled away and pouted at her, rubbing his arm dramatically but then became serious to focus on Jensen’s question.

“Yeah, she went upstairs with Misha, said it was a bit loud for her,” Gen replied, then made a little ‘oomph’ sound when Jensen hugged her quickly and said a quick thanks to them. Jared and Genevieve looked at each other curiously then got distracted by that same man who joined back in to continue their conversation.

Jensen knew that wasn’t actually the case, but he went upstairs anyway. Couples were kissing loudly and groping each other along the staircase, but upstairs must have been off limits because there was basically no one, just Misha waiting outside one of the doors while holding Y/N’s drink.

“Jensen! She’s using the restroom. Also, this is really sweet,” Misha laughed, handing Jensen the drink so he could try it. Jensen smiled and took the glass, lovingly looking at the colourful drink and the sugar rimmed edge, gummy worms swimming around inside. He shook his head as he thought of Y/N and tried the drink, which set his senses alight, his mouth overwhelmed by the sweetness and the barley-there flavour of vodka.

“Fuck, that’s…” Jensen licked his lips and Misha laughed, stepping aside when Y/N stepped out of the restroom. “Hey, honey. You okay?” She smiled and nodded at them, about to take her drink back, but Jensen pulled it back. She frowned, about to argue, but then he handed it to Misha. “Get rid of it, it’s just gonna give her a headache.” It was the truth, but he’d mostly tasked Misha with it so he could be alone with Y/N.

“Hey!” She whined, trying to walk past Jensen, which only excited Misha. Jensen wrapped his arms around her, stopping her from chasing their beloved friend, holding her close so she instantly started to melt into him.

“No, he’s right,” Misha chuckled, making a break for it. “You eat too much candy and you always get headaches!” Misha had already made it downstairs and he’d definitely be dumping that drink for the monstrosity that it was.

“Were you making me flustered on purpose?” He asked, getting straight to the point. She moved her face from where it was lazily pressed against his arm and gazed up at him, once again, still somehow being able to portray innocence with the dark eyeshadow around her eyes. “Why?”

She huffed softly, a little grin on her face, “because you’re not like Dean when it comes to sex and I think it’s funny to tease you.” She kissed him softly, quickly with her sticky lips, not giving him a chance to kiss her back properly. He just licked his lip from the sugar her lips smeared onto his.

“You think I’m… boring?” He asked, sounding a little confused. He wondered if maybe this was her way of telling him things were a little too vanilla and she needed more, more excitement, more spice, more than he could offer.

“No! God, no, Jay! Why does your mind always go there?” She wondered, holding his face. He grabbed her wrists, pushing her gently into the wall with his body.

“I love you…” he murmured, kissing her forehead. “I just want to make you happy.” He moved her hands away from his face and pinned them together holding them both above her head in one hand.

“I love you.. and you always make me happy,” she replied softly. Her eyes widened slightly when he started to tug her leather pants down her legs. “I’m not wearing any underwear,” she blurted out, biting her lip with a blush heating up her face. He stopped for a moment, a smirk growing on his lips before he continued pulling them down.

“If I touch you in this hallway…” he whispered, kissing her lips swiftly. “Will I be more like Dean?” He stared into her eyes, saw her surprise and the thrill that made her chest rise and fall faster. His eyes flickered down between her legs, where she was indeed lacking underwear, and he let the pants hang low around her thighs.

“I want you. Not Dean,” she mumbled with a little pout, spreading her legs impatiently when he slowly trailed his fingers up the inside of her thighs. He squeezed her thigh, chuckling against her mouth when he leaned in to kiss her, gently pushing his teeth into her pillowy lip.

“But you also want Dean, you said so. I can give you that, it sounds hot.” He tapped the apex of her thigh teasingly, his dick getting harder with the way she squirmed against the wall. The walls vibrated from the loud music, the pictures and paintings on the wall shaking to the bass of the music. “So.. Do you want Dean, just for tonight? Then, we can see if we should do it more often…”

“Jensen, please,” she pleaded, twisting her hands impatiently, half-heartedly trying to get out of his grip.

“Mm-mm,” he shook his head, quickly swiping two fingers through her wet folds. “It’s Dean, sweetheart.” His voice dropped slightly and his accent suddenly went away. She stared up at him, flustered and hot.

“D-Dean?” She stuttered shyly, grinding down on his fingers.

“Just.. a little more confident,” he smirked, moving his fingers to circle her clit torturously. She gasped, letting her head fall back against the wall with a quiet thud. The leather tightened around her thighs, preventing her from spreading her legs and she whined.

“Please,” she begged again, jutting her hips out so he’d stop teasing her.

“Not until you say my name, baby,” he murmured, then tapped her clit with his fingers a few times. She groaned in annoyance, her toes curling inside the boots she wore, her newly-dyed copper hair sticking to her face, from sweat that built up among the dancing people and now with Jensen’s teasing.

He pulled his hand away, but she didn’t stop squirming. Her eyes fluttered shut, thinking he’d stop teasing her by touching her and instead tease her by not touching her, but she gasped when he slapped her pussy. Her eyes snapped open and she looked up at him in surprise, a smug smile on his pink face.

She liked it and he knew it.

“Be a good girl and beg for it,” he mumbled, his voice deep and vibrating. When he rubbed his fingers against her heat, she knew it was just to prepare her for another slap. And as she’d expected, when she took too long to respond, he slapped her wet cunt again. The rough slap sent jolts of pleasure through her clit, causing her to moan.

“Please… Dean,” she whispered.

“That wasn’t so hard,” he praised mockingly, bringing two fingers to her entrance, “was it?” He slowly pushed them into her, but his lip to stop a moan when he felt her pussy clench around his fingers.

“No.. Dean,” she panted, lowering her hips to sink down his fingers faster. He laughed quietly at her eagerness and started to pump his fingers in and out of her, her slick already coating most of his fist.

“Jesus, baby, you’re so fucking wet.” He sounded breathless, his fingers tightened around her wrists and he plunged his fingers into her faster, flattening his palm onto her clit so it would grind onto it every time his fingers were buried deep inside her. His fingers curled against her walls, brushing over and over against the spongy surface inside that made her legs shake. A loud moan tore from her throat and he pressed his hips against her to grind his cock against her. “Who made you this wet, huh, sweetheart?”

“You…” she moaned, whining when he bit her jawline. “You, Dean,” she cried softly. He kissed her jaw lovingly and found her lips again to silence her moans as best as he could, even if no one could hear them over the loud music downstairs.

“Are you gonna cum on my fingers?” He teased, his warm breath fanning over her face. She bit her lip and nodded, her pussy tightening around his fingers. “You’re gonna moan my name when you cum,” he ordered, his nose tracing down the side of her face, nuzzling her neck to suck gently at her pulse point. “Say yes,” he murmured, gently nibbling on her earlobe.

“Yes, Dean,” she panted, shuddering when his warm breath made her sweat feel cool. He pulled away when he noticed her becoming tense, stared at her face and watched her eyes flutter open on cue.

“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered, admiring the way her swollen lips parted to moan—squeal—‘Dean’, her brows furrowed in pleasure as her orgasm moved through her body. Her eyes were pretty and wide, glossed over with a haze of lust and whiny unshed tears.

He let go of her wrists but she only wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and brought him down for a passionate kiss that made him breathless. Behind his eyelids, he could still see that beautiful look on her face and he ground his hips against her thigh, wrapping his arm around her with his fingers now slowly moving in and out of her, gently palming her clit as her walls fluttered around his fingers.

When she came down from her orgasm, he gently continued to palm her clit, in a comforting manner now. He dropped kisses over her face and moved her hair out of her face lovingly, before withdrawing both from her cunt and from her body to admire her postorgasmic glow.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he said softly, his eyes flickering down to watch her lift her pants up her weak and shaky legs. “I’m not done with you yet, angel,” he reminded her with a little chuckle, looking down at his cum covered fingers, he rubbed them together curiously.

“We both know Dean is a sub,” she grabbed him by his flannel and pulled him into the closest room. He smirked at her words and let her lead as she shut the door and locked it blindly, focused on the searing kiss she distracted him with. With one hand he grabbed her waist and with the other he started to undo his belt eagerly.

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I See Hell in Your Eyes

Chapter Twelve

“I’ll never let your heart go where mine’s been.”

Vampire!Josh x Vampire!Reader

Authors Note: Hello lovelies!!! Bringing you another chapter with our Sweetheart and Boy Scout. Kind of a different chapter but I hope y’all love it! We love lore drops. As always my inbox and DMs are always open and I love feedback! Enjoy!! 🩸🖤

Word Count: 6,339

Warnings: Brief SMUT at the beginning, descriptions of disease, marital infidelity, descriptions of blood.

“Oh, fuck…”

Your thighs shook on either side of your Vampire’s head while your fingernails dug into the wooden headboard you were bracing yourself on. His mouth was firmly latched onto your core, and had been for the last three orgasms. Every time you tried to let up or move away his hands dug even harder into your thighs to keep you in place, sensitivity be damned. Followed by a muffled, “one more…” beneath you. 

You were about to come again, and you were unsure if you were going to be able to remain upright afterwards. You could also feel Josh’s fangs against your folds, which not only turned you on even more but let you know that you were in for a bite soon. He had held back from biting you the whole night, as if he was testing himself to see how long he could go without giving in. 

One of the benefits of Josh being a Vampire was that that skilled tongue of his never tired, and he would try to drown himself in you. It genuinely surprised you at how insatiable he was, but you’d never complain. While you had had good lovers in the past, no one had ever truly made it their mission to spoil you like Josh did. Part of you was still getting used to this amount of loving attention. It had been a long time since you had felt anything remotely close. 

At this point you were grinding onto his mouth, chasing your release. It wasn’t long before you were hurtled over the edge, crying out even louder than before as one hand hit the wall and the other was buried in his curls to keep him in place. He moaned against your core, sending shockwaves through your body as he continued to work you through it. 

As with the other rounds, as soon as you tried to get up he held you back down. 

“Boy Scout I don’t think I-”

However, this time it wasn’t to dive back into you. Instead he turned his head to his left and sank his fangs into your thigh, unable to hold back any longer. 

You relaxed into him as he drank from you, and a  serene smile spread across your face. Your grip in his hair softened, and you lovingly moved the sweaty curls off his forehead. 

Meanwhile, your Vampire was lost in his own world. Or more accurately, your world and memories. Josh immediately recognized the man with you from previous memories, and his brows knitted together as the scene played in his mind. 

It was late, and you and Collin were being Those People by keeping the boutique open well past their closing time. 

“I really like this one…” he whispered in your ear which caused you to giggle a little too loudly. The two of you were looking at a perfume display in the back of the store. “I want to smell it on you…later…” he whispered even quieter, smirking as he did so. 

You looked down at the bottle,  Bouquet de la Reine was written on the front label. It was very, very floral, particularly with Jasmine notes. But you liked it, and Collin seemed to like it even more. But one detail stopped you from committing to it. 

“Aren’t you worried she’ll also smell it later?”

Collin rolled his eyes, “even if she does I can come up with an excuse. She never asks questions anyway, you know that.” 

You turned to him and smiled, not even batting an eye at what he said, “let’s get this one!”

The last thing Josh saw was a smarmy smile on Collin's face before the memory vanished. With one last swallow of your blood, he carefully pulled his fangs from your flesh. He looked up to stare at you, loving the view he had from this angle. His hands released your thighs and you collapsed next to him. The dim lighting in the room made the sheen of sweat that covered you nearly shine, and the flush in your cheeks even more pronounced. He shifted so he was laying next to you, and leaned over your face before softly lowering his mouth to yours, allowing you to taste yourself in more than one way. 

Later on, after you cleaned up and were settled back in bed before the sun rose, Josh couldn’t help but replay that memory over and over in his head. He wasn’t jealous that you had past lovers, at least not a lot, but he was very curious as to Collin’s importance since you had never mentioned him at all. 

You turned to your Vampire, ready to cuddle up and sleep through the day. But he had a weird look on his face. The wheels in his head were turning behind those big brown eyes.

“Sweetheart…can I ask you something?” His voice was soft, timid even. 

You nearly snorted at him. He could ask you anything, he knows that. 

“Of course you can, Boy Scout,” letting out a small airy laugh. 

Josh sat up, wanting to face you properly. He didn’t want to be nosy, but he had to ask at least one question so that his mind would calm down about the subject. 

“Whose…whose Collin?” 

The sound of his name made you freeze. It had been nearly a century since you had even talked about him, which was on purpose. You hated even thinking of the man. 

“How do you-” 

“From your blood, babe,” he reached over for your hand, trying to convey that he was only curious. 

Of course. Of fucking course. You had been very naive to think that he wouldn’t come across any memories of Collin. You had 35o years of memories, what were the chances he’d land on those. You mentally kicked yourself for not even preparing for this question, or for him to be brought up. But you were optimistically thinking that Collin was dead and buried, both figuratively and emotionally. You sat there, staring at your curious lover, trying to figure out a place to start. 

“Collin was…Collin was someone from my past.” 

“I gathered that, sweetheart.”

You bit your lip before continuing, “we were together for a short period of time. Nearly three years.” 

Three years is a long time, at least to Josh who was still within the first year of being Undead. Collin was more significant than he thought. 

“Oh…an ex boyfriend?” 

You shook your head, “not necessarily, but we were together physically.” You were ashamed of the other details. That he had been married that entire time, and that you were complacent in his infidelity. “I’m not very proud of it, Josh.” 

This made him even more confused and curious, “why?”

You took a few deep breaths, preparing your words.

 

“He was…well he was married all of those years.” You looked down at your joined hands, not able to look at Josh quite yet. You didn’t want him to think that this was a habit of yours. 

He was silent, but his thumb rubbed across your knuckles. 

“It was a long time ago and it was the first and last time I’d ever been in that situation before and I’m not proud of it ok but it happened and-”

Your rambling was cut off with his lips on yours, both silencing you and comforting you. As he pulled away, your eyes betrayed you and began to water. 

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,” he whispered. 

But you were you. You didn’t want this hanging over your head, anxious on the other shoe dropping and Collin coming up again down the line. No, you needed to rip the bandaid off. 

“No it’s ok I just haven’t spoken about this in a long time,” you started. 

“We met in a park…” 

It was Spring, late Spring. The sun had set a little over two hours ago, and you were taking your evening stroll through one of the parks near the hotel you were staying at. Most of the flowers had closed up for the night already, but you were still able to smell them as you passed. At this point your routine was simple: walk the park, spot someone alone, Persuade them to follow you behind the trees, have your dinner, and send them on their way with no memory of the encounter. When it came to hunting, less was more. You never fed in the same place twice, and you always varied on who you chose to lead away from the path. 

Tonight, the moon was half full, with just enough light in the sky to cast perfectly convenient shadows in the local flora. Your dress was a very calculated shade of green, that would help you blend in even more. Not too emerald to stick out amongst the more dull colors of the general public, but just green enough to look at home in the ivy. 

You were on your third lap of the park, and out of sheer boredom you chose to sit down on a lonely bench along the path. You hoped you hadn’t missed your window to pick up a proper meal. Just before you gave up and took another lap, a man sat down beside you. A rather striking man. 

“What is a woman as beautiful as you doing in a park all by herself? Alone at night?”

Your gaze snapped in his direction, ready to Persuade him behind a tree and take your chance. But his icy blue eyes stopped you. They reminded you of a wolf with the way they looked right through you. They were eyes so pretty that you knew he could get whatever he wanted by a mere expression. The rehearsed lines died on your tongue. 

“Can’t a woman enjoy the night air?” You managed to get out. 

“Well of course. But by yourself? You never know who is lurking around the corner.”

If only he knew.

“What are you suggesting, sir?” Your patience was growing thin, but not enough to overpower the sheer awe you had at admiring his cheekbones. 

He smiled in a way that didn’t scream smarmy, it was in a way that was genuine, and in a way that made you intrigued. 

“Oh I’m merely offering my arm for the evening. So you can enjoy this…night air…unbothered.” 

Your face twitched as you swallowed down the laugh that threatened to bubble up. Instead, you gave a pleasant smile back.

“And does my guardian for the evening have a name?”

He slowly reached down to take your hand and bring it up to his lips, “Collin Irving, at your service m’lady.” He looked up from your knuckles with a cheeky glint in his eyes. Those bright blue eyes. 

You relented, and the two of you stood up and started down the path. Chatting with Collin was easy. He had a charm about him that was rare, and a captivating way to tell stories. He had you giggling like a schoolgirl, and you weren’t the giggling type. He asked about you of course, and the most you told him was your name and that you were traveling from America. He asked a few more probing questions but at this point in your life you were an expert at giving someone just enough information that made them feel like they knew more than they did. 

The evening came to an end a little over two hours later, having realized the two of you had walked the park nearly five times. You still hadn’t eaten, and you still hadn’t Persuaded him in order to do so. By the third lap you realized you didn’t want to make him a meal. He was too charming to be a one time thing. The thought of Persuading him to forget your face and to forget his night in the park made your chest seize. No, that couldn’t happen. Not to him. 

He ended up walking you back to your hotel, dropping you off just far enough to keep people from starting any rumors. But close enough that he memorized the hotel, and thought of your beaming face and delicate laugh all the way home. To his wife. 

“We started meeting up at the park every night. It was innocent at first. Just two people walking and talking. The chaste ways of that time period helped, but eventually fingers brushing against each other turned into a proper hand hold, and held hands turned into embraces, which turned into kisses in the dark which led to-,” you stopped, trying to read Josh’s face. He had sat perfectly still the whole time, fingers laced with yours with the occasional squeeze. 

“Felt like a fairytale, didn’t it?” He offered softly. 

You looked at the wall and sniffed, “you could say that. It was a few weeks later that I found out that he was married. It was such a cliched moment. I ran into them on the street and had to immediately pretend I didn’t know them at all. But the next night, he showed up at the park like always and “explained” the situation about how it was a marriage of convenience that their parents set up when they were kids and that they were more friends than anything.” You looked up at the ceiling, reliving the embarrassment of that moment all over again. “I should’ve called bullshit. I should’ve Persuaded him to forget me and move on. But I didn’t. Collin had this weird way of making everything feel exciting, like it was our private adventure…and I didn’t want that to end.” Your hands idly fiddled with his fingers, “one of the downsides of immortality is that the monotony of time will eat at you. So when something exciting happens that breaks up that feeling, you want it to stay. Everyone goes through it, and you will too one day. It’s just the order of things.” 

Josh couldn’t wrap his mind around that: the thought of life feeling monotonous around you. But he understood you knew more than him on the subject. 

“Did he know that you were a…”

“Vampire? Not at first, but eventually he found out.” 

Josh widened his eyes, “that sounds risky as hell.” 

You blew a lock of hair out of your face, “a big risk but the one time I did use my Persuasion on him was that he would forget about the existence of Vampire’s when not in my presence, and to never question why I could only meet at night. But I think…I think he liked having a secret of mine to keep too…” 

“Show them to me,” Collin requested while his thumbs ran along your lips. You were sitting up in bed, wrapped up together in the sheets while he cradled your face in his hands. Your hair was completely down and falling around your shoulders and frizzy from the previous activities. The floral scent of the perfume he had bought you hung in the air. That delicious mix of bergamot and jasmine clung to everything, especially on the human before you. 

You knew what he wanted to see. 

You gave him a look, your eyes sparkling from the oil lamps that lit up the room,  “say please…” 

He smiled and obliged, “show them to me, please, my pet.” 

Slowly, you opened your mouth in front of his face, and as slowly and dramatically you could, you let your fangs descend from your upper jaw. 

Collins eyes widened in wonder, having never seen any Vampire fangs before let alone yours. Carefully one of his thumbs reached over and touched one lightly, admiring the length of them and how well they suited your face. 

“Why, what a treasure you are…,” his voice was barely a whisper, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel like a schoolgirl with the way he was marveling at you. No one had ever looked at you like this in decades. His thumb toyed with the point of one, “are they shar-”

You backed away before he could cut himself on them. In the eight months you had been together, you hadn’t fed on him. You had thought about it…you had thought about it a lot, but you restrained yourself. Collin wasn’t food. Collin was…something else. 

“Yes, they are,” you said firmly. 

“Does it hurt? To be bitten?” 

You tilted your head at him, knowing what he was getting at,”of course it hurts…but it can feel good to some…” 

He craned his neck, offering himself to you, “show me.”

You leaned in and narrowed your eyes, “aren’t you worried I could kill you?”

His blue eyes locked on you, “but you won’t, Pet,…we both know you won’t…” 

You stared at him, knowing he was right, Leaning in, you grazed your fangs against his skin, They sank into his flesh, and he cried out in a mix of surprise and pain, but quickly he was moaning underneath you as you straddled his lap. 

Thus started the routine. He’d come over, you’d fuck, you’d bite him, you’d heal the wounds before he went home, and the cycle would start all over again a few nights later. 

“It stayed like that for the next two and a half years,” you sniffed again and rubbed your nose. 

Josh hated the sound of the whole thing. Not because it was another man, but because he was seeing red flags everywhere and he was helpless to stop whatever you were going to tell him next.

“He called you, ‘pet?’” His upper lip was twisted in disgust at how demeaning that was. 

Your eyes slowly met his, “...yeah…it was definitely not my favorite but at the time I didn’t care.”

Josh licked his lips and adjusted his hands as he held yours. 

“He made it feel fun though,” you said distantly, “I wasn’t always in that hotel. Sometimes I’d be at his summer house in the country, and his staff would be informed that I had a skin condition that rendered me unable to be in the sun at all. Most of them nodded and did their duties and the ones that didn’t I just Persuaded into doing it anyway. If I wasn’t there I’d be joining him on business trips. He’d buy me whatever I wanted, even when I said I didn’t need it, send me flowers whenever-”

“Which ones?” Josh interjected.

“What?”

“Which flowers?” 

The question caught you off guard and you blinked at him, “Jasmine usually. He said they reminded him of that first night in the park.” 

Josh nodded and made a mental note to never buy you Jasmine flowers, no matter what.

You continued, “not to be a cliche but all good things come to an end.”

The clock read 10:30, and he was late. 

 It was December, and you were patiently waiting for Collin to show up at the hotel you were currently residing. He had insisted that when he was in the city that you were to have nothing but the best living-wise, and the suite you were in was written off as a vaguely worded business expense. As long as the numbers added up at the end of the day, the labels didn’t matter according to him. 

You sat on the bench in front of the window, looking down at the street hoping to see any signs of him. Collin was never late. When he told you what time he’d be somewhere he always meant it. So where was he? You sipped on your wine while you tried not to imagine the worst. 

Before you could form any more scenarios in your head, the door burst open and suddenly your blue-eyed boy was in front of you. You jumped up in surprise and met him halfway across the room, and immediately hopped to wrap your legs around his waist. 

He showered your face with kisses, a usual greeting but he was far more enthusiastic this time. 

“Well I’m happy to see you too, Mr. Iring,” you giggled and leaned in to capture his lips. 

He pulled back just enough to look at you, “Pet, I have the most amazing news.” 

Your mind whirled with possibilities, “what is it?” 

“She’s pregnant!” 

You blinked, “who…?” 

“Eleanor, of course!”

The blood started pumping in your ears, and you slowly let your legs down to stand in front of him. His wife was pregnant. The thought of them being together physically was something you never thought about. Not because you didn’t think it wasn’t happening, but because you never wanted that image in your mind. However Collin always made it sound like they never even held hands, let alone that. 

You tried to keep your expression neutral, “when…when did this happen?” 

He was still grinning from ear to ear, clearly not reading the energy of the room, “the week of my birthday last month.” 

“Your birthday? But we were in Spain on your birth-”

“Yes, but when we came back and I had to stop by the manor for those three days? She practically pounced on me the second I walked through the door. You should’ve seen our maid’s face!”

You didn’t find it as funny as Collin did. 

Unable to keep it to yourself, your thoughts spilled out, “I thought you were never with her that way.” 

“Pet, of course it happened…it just happened so infrequently that it felt like I was never with her.” 

You shouldn’t have felt disgusted, you had no right to, but you couldn’t help it. Silently you retreated back to the bench and picked up your wine glass. 

Collin sighed and followed you over, sitting on the opposite side of the bench. 

His voice was quiet, “it will mean, however, that our arrangement will have to come to an end.” 

Your eyes snapped in his direction, “why?” 

“My responsibilities are different now, Pet. I need to be around more. The midwife thinks it's going to be a boy, and Eleanor agrees. I hope they’re right. Just thinking of another Irving to pass on the name? The business one day? The thought of becoming a father has always been on my mind. Especially the idea of an heir. A true legacy, Pet.” 

You scoffed at how draconic it sounded, “you never mention that to me.” 

Collin threw his hands up in defeat, “I’m sorry… was there ever a good time to bring it up? It's not like it would happen with you.” 

Your eyes bore into his, “what’s that supposed to mean.” 

“Oh don’t read into that, you know exactly what I mean. Even if something horrible happened and you ended up being my wife, it's not like you could-”

“Not like I could what?” Your eyes were watering now. 

“Your kind can’t…have children, can they?”

His words slapped you in the face. There it was. The real reason. 

“I’m sorry I’m so useless to you now because I can’t produce a dozen little Irvings for you. I’m glad Eleanor is there to help you live your dreams, Collin, Congratulations,” you practically spat at him. 

“No no don’t be like that,” he tried to grasp your hands but you wrenched them away from his grasp. 

“If you know so much about my kind, then why aren’t you afraid I could kill you right now?” 

He tilted his head and looked into your eyes, and mirrored the same words he had said years prior, “but you won’t, Pet…we both know you won’t.” 

You sniffed, keeping eye contact with him as you rose up on your knees and took his chin in your hand, keeping his gaze locked with yours. 

“You’re right. That would be too easy. Instead…,” you felt your power rise up from your throat, “instead the second you leave this room, you will never contact me again. Every time you consider it, the thought disappears as soon as it's formed. But you’ll remember me. You’ll remember my face, my smell, my flesh in your hands, and worst of all, you’ll miss my teeth in your neck. I will haunt you until the day you die, Collin Irving. You’ll never feel satiated again. Do I make myself clear?”

He blinked once, and slowly said, “...yes…”

“Leave. Now.” 

He wordlessly stood up and exited the room, not even looking back as he shut the door. When you couldn’t hear his footsteps down the hall anymore, your face finally crumpled and the tears fell. The other shoe dropped, and the gravity of the last three years finally hit you. 

The grip Josh had on your hands was getting tighter the further you got in your story, and his jaw was clenched so tightly you thought he’d crack a tooth. The thought of anyone talking to you like that made his blood boil. 

“Did you ever see him again?” He asked tightly. 

“Twice, actually. But they were years apart.” 

It was 1873, and you were back in London.

You weren’t even properly visiting, just passing through on your summer holiday. But there you were, standing under an awning waiting for the dusk to fully give in to the night. Across the street from you blue eyes were locked on you, in the same way they had all those years ago. But your ex-lover wasn’t alone. No, beside him was a young boy who was more focused on the toy boat in his hands than anything else. 

Before you could stop yourself you were crossing the street, standing in front of Collin for the first time in a decade. He hadn’t changed much, a few more creases around his eyes and his light hair had faded to an even lighter shade. But his stare was the same, and the charm still oozed off of him even as he stood there silent. 

“Pet,” he whispered. 

You hated the way your heart lurched at his voice. He didn’t deserve a reaction like that, but you had it anyway. 

“Collin.” 

He seemed unable to stop himself from rambling, “I think about you every day, Pet. I can’t believe you’re standing in front of me again. Are you in London long? Where are you staying? Maybe I could-”

“Papa, can we go home now?”  The child’s voice interrupted any chance of you answering any of Collin’s questions. 

You looked down at him. His toy boat was under his arm, and he was standing a little behind Collin, a little shy. His hair was auburn, if not a little darker, and his eyes were on the brown side of hazel. He didn’t have any of Collin’s features. He had Eleanor’s, that much was clear.

“And what is your name, young sir?”  Your voice was light and friendly, as he was completely innocent to the situation surrounding his father and yourself. 

“Matthew…,” he answered, looking down at his shoes.

You smiled at him and turned back to Collin. 

“How old is he?”

The question seemed to sober up Collin, and his eyes were steady as he answered, “turned ten earlier this month.” 

The understanding silence between you was deafening. 

“Decided to take him out for a bit, let his mum have a few hours to herself.”

Stiffly, you asked, “how is Eleanor?” 

“She’s doing well. A little tired these last few weeks as our youngest have been poorly-”

Your eyes flickered down at Matthew and then back up at Collin.

“Youngest?” 

Collin swallowed, as if he got caught saying something he wasn’t supposed to. 

“Yes there’s…there’s four of them all together.” 

You needed to leave, you had heard enough. 

“Four?” 

The energy between you was getting more awkward by the second. 

“Yes it's Matthew here,” he patted the boy’s shoulder, “then our Colleen, and then the twins…Edwin and Jasmine.” 

The name Jasmine stood out like a sore thumb. You hadn’t worn that particular fragrance in years, but you remembered how his favorite perfume on you smelled vividly of that particular flower. Did he really name his child after…? Your nostrils flared slightly at the notion. 

“Oh…well I hope the little ones feel better soon,” you looked down at his first born, “it was nice to meet you, Matthew.” The child gave you a shy look before hiding even more behind Collin. 

This was too much. You needed to leave for your own sanity. 

“Well, it was nice to see you again, Collin,” you turned around and started walking as quickly as you could to blend in with the humans. 

“Wait! We can walk you-”

“Goodbye, Collin,” you called over your shoulder, making a left down a side street and using your full speed to distance yourself as fast as possible. 

“Collin…named his daughter…Colleen? How original,” Josh said as he raised his eyebrows and blinked. 

“I wish I could say I was surprised, but Collin’s biggest fan was himself so…it tracked,” you shrugged and ran a hand through your hair. You were getting tired, but you had to finish what you had started. 

“The last time I saw him was less awkward, but even more depressing,” you began. 

It was 1922, and over 60 years had passed since you had last seen Collin Irving. It was a new century, a new time, and the only reason you thought of him again was because you had run across an article from across the pond that stated he had finally handed over the business to his oldest son, citing poor health. 

Was it pettiness? Curiosity? Or the fact that you were a glutton for punishment that led you to the sidewalk in front of his manor. It was nearly midnight, and only a few rooms seemed to be lit from within. As you made your way to the front door you couldn’t help but notice the Jasmine vines that were climbing the front of the house. 

Persuading yourself into the house was second nature, and as one of Collins maids led you up the stairs to his room the empty state of the house struck you as well. They could be sleeping, you thought, but it was still strange to only see staff walking about the halls. 

The door was opened for you and you were ushered inside. When the door was shut, your eyes scanned the room and spotted the four-poster bed on the far wall. There he was, propped up against the headboard with several pillows, dozing with his chin tucked to his chest. He looked so frail, his skin looked nearly gray.

You took a seat on the edge of the bed, silently watching your former flame. He started to cough, rather violently, which made him wake up and reach for a handkerchief next to him on the bed. He was so focused on coughing into the cloth he still hadn’t noticed you. The cough was a deep one, and nearly gurgled as he continued. A scent hit the air however, and the mystery illness was made clear. 

Blood.  

Humans were being plagued with a disease called “consumption” or “tuberculosis”, and attacked the lungs. By now there were small medical advancements for the disease, but for a man as old as Collin…there was little hope. 

He opened his eyes as he wiped his mouth, his eyes were cloudy now, but you could tell he could see you regardless. 

“Are you a ghost?” 

You tilted your head, “Not quite.” 

“Pet…?” Your mouth flinched at the name. 

“Collin.” 

“Why…why are you here?” His voice rattled and wheezed. 

“Word on the street is that you don’t have much time left.” 

He stared at you in a way that made you feel he was looking through you.

“Are you Death then, coming to collect me?” 

“No…not that either.”

He reached his bony hand towards yours, and you allowed him to take it. It felt like him but it also didn’t feel like him at the same time. His skin was colder, the pads of his fingers felt different due to age. Humans aged so strangely. 

“Is your family here?” 

He shook his head, “no…most of them are at the country house or at their own residences.”

Your brow furrowed slightly, “is anyone here to look after you?” 

“My staff have been at my side this entire time.”

 

You suspected his children were waiting out for their inheritances, if they were anything like their father. 

“Eleanor?” 

Collin’s eyes softened and he looked down, “Eleanor passed ten years ago.”

“Collin Irving, dying all alone,” you failed to hide the amusement in your voice. 

As if on cue, he started coughing again, this one was a lot louder than the last. 

“I could take it away, you know. Just a few drops would clear your body out in minutes,” you offered as your fingers smoothed down your dress. 

“Eh…I don’t need that, Pet. I’m ready to go. I’ve lived a full life.” 

“I’m sure you have,” you tried and failed to show that the last sentence didn’t sting. 

“I thought about you, every day since that night,” he confessed. 

Good, you thought, the confirmation that your Persuasion still held up all these years later warmed you inside. 

Playing along, you said, “you did?” 

He nodded, “oh yes. I felt like every time I’d turn a corner you’d be there as you used to be. I missed having you with me all the time. Even planted the Jasmine outside so that I could smell you whenever I’d open a window. I didn’t realize how much of a loss it was until it was too late. I always meant to reach out to you but I never got around to it. I’d want to write to you but it would slip my mind so easily.”

“I wouldn’t have read them anyway,” you shrugged. 

“Just as well,” the hand that was holding yours squeezed your hand, “your skin is as soft as ever…” 

“Is it, now?” 

“Never felt anything like you again, you know. I tried, no other woman could compare.” 

You winced at that “compliment.” 

“So much for being a family man,” you said coldly, taking your hand back and settling it in your lap. 

“Why are you really here, Pet?” 

Fine, you would be blunt, “I wanted to watch you suffer.” 

He held his hands up, “as you said, I’m dying alone, shriveled and broken. Is that what you wanted?”

No. What you had wanted was to fight for you sixty years ago, to not throw away what you had, but that didn’t happen. You sighed, knowing you had overstayed your welcome. 

Abruptly you stood, smoothing down your dress one more time, “this is my last goodbye, Collin.” 

He began to protest, “no not yet, you only just arrived. Stay with me, please.” 

You shook your head, and leaned down to whisper in his ear, “like I said, until the day you die, Collin Irving, I will haunt you.” 

Before he could respond he started coughing again, his body shaking from the movement, and you took that as an opportunity to swiftly exit the room, never to see him again. The distant sound of his labored breathing and wet coughs being the last memory you had of Collin Irving.

“He was dead a week later, according to the obituary,” you took a shaky breath, emotionally exhausted. Your Vampire was still with you, listening to every word and trying his best not to interrupt. He wanted to ask if you knew where Collin was buried, for reasons, but he kept it to himself and made another mental note to google it later. 

Josh could tell you were beat, and without hesitating he reached over to pull you into his lap, allowing you to rest your head in the crook of his neck. Your eyes fluttered shut as soon as you were surrounded by his warmth. 

“One less asshole in the world, then,” he said softly.

“Yeah…,” you agreed. 

“The sun is up now, why don’t we rest and sleep the day away?” 

You opened one eye and glanced at the clock. It was nearly 8:00 AM. 

“Sounds great, Boy Scout,” you tilted your head to give him a soft kiss on the hinge of his jaw. 

The two of you got settled under the duvet, legs tangled and facing each other. Josh brought one of your hands to his lips and kissed your knuckles before lacing his fingers with yours and settling them between you. 

“I know that was hard for you, but thank you for telling me,” he made one more mental note to not bring up Collin even if he saw more memories of him in the future. The less said about him the better. 

“Does this count as us having the ‘exes’ talk? Another milestone down,” you yawned.

Josh loved the sound of that.

“I’ll never hurt you like that, or at all, ever,” he promised. 

Your eyelids were heavy but you forced them open to look into his doe eyes and teased, “silver handcuffs aside?” 

“Hey!” his nose crinkled in defense but he joined in with your laugh. You were too far away, he felt and he pulled you even closer to him, your chests nearly flush against each other. He planted a kiss on the crown of your head, sleep quickly coming for him too. 

You hated being overly sentimental, but the fact that Josh literally gave his life to save yours floated through your head. As well as the realization that he always put you first, which you still weren’t fully used to yet, but you were getting there. And just before you fully gave into sleep, you made another realization that you never gave Collin a nickname like you did Josh. He was always just Collin. Nothing more, nothing less. In fact you couldn’t even think of something you would have called him, hypothetically. 

But you were happy about that, because there was only one Boy Scout for you. 

To be continued…

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Nightingale Chapter Ten - The Brand New Day

Summary: Jensen Ackles seemed to have it all. A hit television series fifteen years running, a budding music career and a stunning wife. To the casual observer, his life was perfect. But it was a façade. No more real than the supernatural world created on a soundstage.

That day on the lake had started with uncertainty, but when he pulled you from the water everything became clear. The truth was, he’d been the one drowning.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Jensen x Reader, Jensen x You

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki, Misha Collins, Reader

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Hospitals, Drowning, Fluff, Angst, Smut, unprotected sex

Chapter Ten: The Brand New Day

Word Count: 3117

Author’s Notes: This is a complete work of fiction about a real life person. The circumstances are totally made up and are in no way a commentary on the fantastic Jensen Ackles or his family.

This is also a unique reader insert story as I have given the reader a physical description including hair color, eye color and body type. Hopefully you can still lose yourself in the utter fantasy where Jensen is the hero and you are ripe for rescuing!

Additional Notes: The response to this story has been beyond my expectations! You guys have been the best! Thank you for continuing to read my work and encourage me, its kept my eye on the prize :)

Additional Warnings: I would be remiss if I didn’t say right upfront that this chapter has all kinds of sexy pay off in it. Seriously, its all there so if that’s not your bag or if you are not of age, steer clear. No hard feelings.

Masterlist

Nightingale Masterlist

It took exactly twenty-seven minutes to get from your front door to Jensen’s and you were grateful for every second as you poured over recent events. You’d spent the past few weeks desperately trying to figure out who you were. Devoted every waking hour to chasing the ghost of your past self only to have it slip through your fingers like smoke. Now you knew why. You’d gone about it all wrong, put your focus in the wrong place. You’d been so distracted by what was missing that you were blind to gift the universe had dropped right in your lap.

Maybe that was why you seemed so unhappy in your old life. Maybe that was why the prospect of getting your dream job sent you into a panic. Maybe you had a habit of failing to recognize the good things that were right in front of you. Regardless of the reason, Jensen was right, the choice was yours. If you were brave enough to make it.

Something was released in that moment, and you felt free. Suddenly, it didn’t matter that you hated your apartment or that you couldn’t remember your high school graduation. All of this worry over your past had nearly robbed you of the possibility of a future. You’d kept yourself in limbo, unable to go back and unwilling to move forward.

You were through waiting, through worrying. You chose Jensen and with every passing moment you felt stronger. So confident that you were nearly drunk with it. By the time Jensen unlocked the door, you were ready to take on the world.

He watched you shrug out of your jacket and hang it up in the entry closet, then followed suit. He wasn’t sure what to do now. He knew what he wanted to do; he’d known what he wanted to do for weeks now. He wanted you in every way there was to want another person. Now that he knew you felt the same way, he was nervous. He felt like a teenager, even his palms were sweaty. It was ridiculous!

“Big day, huh?”

“Great day.”

“Yeah?” he asked, eyeing you.

You lit up in a smile, “Yeah.”

Jensen smiled back softly, searching your blue eyes for any hint of regret. “Are you sure?”

You felt weight of all those unasked questions just under the surface of his simple query. He was always worried about you, always taking care of you. That was just part of who he was, but this was different. He was as keenly aware of the change as you were and always the gentleman, he wanted to make sure you were good with it.

This was the dance, the prelude. The nervousness that came hand in hand with risk. This was good, old fashioned, do you like me check-one-for-yes-two-for-no.

Who would have guessed that Jensen Ackles, who had millions of fans weak in the knees with no more than a wave and a smile, would be nervous?

God, he’s adorable!

“I’ve spent so much time being unsure about everything from my name to the day of the week that I’ve been absolutely paralyzed. And I’ve been blind, and I’ve been stupid. I’ve wasted all of this time chasing my past thinking that it would give me answers and magically fix everything. Instead, I found that I was paralyzed there too.”

You reached up and cupped his face in your hands, riding the sudden wave of boldness. “I don’t care if I ever remember another thing about my past. I love you and I’m not going to let another moment pass me by without saying it. I’m not going to let you spend another second of your life wondering how I feel. I don’t want to waste any more time. Do you?”

The words were hardly out of your mouth before he kissed you. The pure heat and passion of it lit a fire deep in your belly. It was one of those kisses that short circuited your brain and switched your thoughts off, leaving only your instincts to respond. You clung to Jensen’s solid shoulders for balance while he kissed you senseless. He was expertly maneuvering that tongue of his in ways that were utterly distracting and promising of things to come. You didn’t realize you’d forgotten how to breathe until your lungs started to burn right as he pulled back.

He grinned, that Winchester-esque grin at your slightly dazed expression. His thumb ran over your glistening bottom lip that was swollen from his attentions. “I love you too.”

Your heart soared and another feeling of rightness clicked into place. You couldn’t help but repeat Jensen’s earlier words back to him, “Are you sure?”

Jensen could be incredibly quick, if properly motivated. In a one swift motion, he swept you off your feet. His hands scooped you up right under your backside, causing you to yelp in delight! You wrapped your legs around his waist as he ran with you to the bedroom, playfully growling into your ear.

You laughed out loud as he dropped you onto the bed, making your bounce slightly. In another impressively fast move, he was hovering over you. His biceps straining in his shirt sleeves as he held himself above you. His intense gaze stoking the flames.

He traced a single finger down your cheek in a touch that was so tender it had your breath catching all over again. “I’m sure.”

Time was all about perspective really. It truly only existed because humans decided to mark its passing. On the floor of your closet, you felt the weight of it. It was a precious commodity that you’d wasted on useless endeavors. Here, in Jensen’s bed it seemed to disappear altogether. Either that or the man had an endless supply because he seemed to be in no rush.

He savored you, inch by tantalizing inch. With anyone else, it would have made you wonder if they felt the same desire you did. But with him, there was no lack of heat. It was as if he were experiencing the sensation of touch for the very first time and testing it on you.

Those hands of his!

Those clever, talented hands that were always so warm traveled over your body. They found secret places that worked like a series of tumblers. Every time he tripped one, your pulse would pick up pace and he was that much closer to unlocking something that was quickly building inside you.

All of that, and you were both still fully clothed.

Jensen was still exploring that ultra-sensitive spot just behind your ear when you began tugging on his shirt in earnest. Your slim fingers found the bottom hem and worked it up while you pressed hot kisses along his jawline, finally capturing his bottom lip and sucking hard.

The shift was immediate, and he groaned in appreciation. In one of those simple moves of his that you found so sexy, he pulled at the back of his t-shirt and worked it up over his head. Your eyes traveled over the solid wall of his chest and the broad muscles of his shoulders. Those delectable freckles were scattered across his collarbones and down the tanned lines of his abdominal muscles.

If God truly made people for one another, Jensen must have been made for you because there wasn’t a single part of him that didn’t appeal.

Your hands wandered up those impressive biceps and he grinned. “Better?”

“Mmm hmm,” you nodded.

He brushed his lips over yours then cocked an eyebrow as he traveled down to kneel at your feet. His hands slid down your body and stopped at the suede, knee-high boots you wore over your leggings. First the left, then the right. The intimate action of sliding the down the long zipper that rested against your calf was far more erotic than it should have been. It was Jensen, everything he did was just so sexy!

When he finally ridded you of your boots and jeans, he simply stared. The line of you was gorgeous! Graceful. Long and silky smooth. Your hips gently flared out and your simple black panties rode high over the curve.

“I’ve been dreaming about these legs.” He ran a hand up the back of your leg and hitched at your knee. “God, they’re gorgeous… just go on for miles.”

“Meters,” you said, struggling to concentrate as he continued to explore.

“Meters?”

“Canada,” you managed to breathe out just as his lips found the inside of your thigh. “It’s meters in… Oh God!”

Jensen gently trailed hot kisses up the satiny skin of your inner thigh, making note of how the sleek muscles there flexed slightly at his touch. “They’re miles to me, Sweetheart.”

He found your center and sucked you right through the already damp fabric. You would have arched right off the bed if he hadn’t been holding your hips firm. Every one of your nerves fired, lighting across your body like and electrical storm. You couldn’t keep track of exactly what he was doing, your mind was overwhelmed by the sensations he was coaxing out of you. At some point you realized your underwear were gone and there was nothing to prevent him from having complete access to you.

He watched the play of emotions on your face as he slipped a single, thick finger deep inside of you. Then another. He explored deeper, mapping you from the inside out. Finding more of those elusive tumblers and tipping them over. Watching you come apart in his hands was the single most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed. Your breasts strained against your sweater as you got closer to that edge. Those incredible legs of yours came up around his neck and your head fell back on a moan of his name. The last tumbler fell, and you followed right behind it.

You were still floating when he was over you again. He was kissing you again, his hands caressing you through the fine cashmere. His thumb grazed your nipple and you gasped into his kiss. Again and again, over and over as the heat in your core started to build. In a miraculous twist, your thoughts came back just enough for you to gain a tiny bit of control. You wrapped one of those legs he liked so much around his hips and maneuvered him so that he was flat on his back.

You straddled his pelvis, enjoying the feeling of him already hard and straining against his jeans. He looked up at you in wonder as you drew your shirt over your head and tossed it to the ground, leaving you in a silk bra and a grin.

His hands came up your sides to span your ribcage. You shook your hair so that it fell over your shoulders and cascaded over him when you leaned down to press an open-mouthed kiss over his thundering heart. When his hazy green eyes, found your blue ones, you winked. He was at your mercy as you trailed kisses down his chest and stomach. You stopped just above his waistband, your fingers made quick work of the belt buckle and when you tugged the jeans down his legs, his briefs came down too.

Jensen certainly didn’t disappoint. Built didn’t quite capture it. Narrow hips, well-muscled thighs, and a rock-hard length.

God, he’s so sexy!

You didn’t realize you’d said that aloud until his rough voice reached your ears, “I’ve got nothing on you, Sweetheart.”

When you touched him, his eyes shuttered, and his breath came out in a telling hiss. You closed your hand around him and stroked, earning a groan of appreciation with each pass. Velvet over steel.

“Christ, Y/N… you gotta stop, or this’ll be over before it even gets started.”

“We haven’t started yet?” you teased, reaching behind your back to undo your bra clasp.

He cupped both your breasts at once, palming you with delightful friction. You’d always thought yourself lacking in that department, always wished you had more of a bustline. The hint of latent self-consciousness was whisked away when Jensen gently massaged your breasts, dwarfing them with size of his hands.

He shook his head in wonder, “Perfect. How can anyone be so perfect?”

“I should be asking you that question.”

Softly, with reverence, he kissed each breast in turn then kissed your properly again. Laying you down in the middle of the mattress, his lips grazing past your earlobe to whisper.

“You are the most beautiful, gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen.” He kissed down your jaw.

“So sexy.” He kissed down the hollow of your throat.

“So perfect.” He kissed across your collarbone.

Your breathing labored as he continued his path down the very center of your chest and his fingers slipped inside your core once more. Your hands raked urgently through his hair, and you bucked up against him.

Suddenly, his lust blown eyes locked with yours and time expanded again. “If you don’t believe that by now, then I haven’t been doing my job.”

Somehow you managed to form a coherent sentence. “You always do your job.”

“Damn right,” he growled and buried himself to the hilt with one solid thrust.

There he stayed, unmoving for a moment. His face buried in the crook of your neck, his ragged breath heating your skin. Your fingers dug into the broad muscles of his back, and you let yourself thoroughly enjoy the feeling of Jensen pinning you to the mattress. The fantastic, masculine weight of his body atop yours. The thickness of him filled you up entirely.

You didn’t need your memories to know that you had never felt as complete as you did in that moment.

Then he moved. Slowly at first, building up his pace, finding that perfect angle. The rhythmic thrusting underscored the primal sounds coming from you both. The friction caused a frenzy. Teeth grazed sweat-slicked skin. Names fell from lips like prayers.

You shifted to take him deeper still. You wrapped your legs around him, hooked your ankles behind his back and he found the sweet spot.

Your toes curled, “God… Jay, don’t stop.”

He kissed you deeply, his tongue swept inside your mouth. Groaning as you tightened and fluttered around him. He had you on the edge of oblivion again, and you weren’t there alone. “Come with me baby… come with me.”

You couldn’t have denied him if you tried. The climax hit you both together. The world exploded and shattered around you, leaving the two of you clinging to each other in its wake. Adrift, floating in a sea of stars and bliss. Two pieces made whole.

You would find each other twice more that night before sleep finally claimed you in sated exhaustion. Neither of you dreamed, for when you woke, reality would be far better than anything your sleeping minds could conjure.

The following morning, you slept late. But to your surprise, Jensen did not. The bed was much bigger without him to share it with. You stretched beneath the covers; a feline smile curved your lips as you felt a reminder of last night’s activities aching deep within. The tantalizing smell of fresh coffee had you up and out of bed. You snagged one of Jensen’s button-down shirts off the back of his chair and padded out to the kitchen.

He was at the breakfast bar in black track pants and a t-shirt. His hair was damp, and he’d already shaved. His brow furrowed slightly as he hunched over the laptop on the counter. Finally feeling your gaze on him, he looked up and broke into a wide grin.

“Hey, there she is!” He was on his feet and kissing you before you could blink. He beamed down at you. “Morning, pretty girl.”

“Morning,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You look chipper today.”

“So do you,” he replied, resting his hands on your hips. “You’ve got that morning after glow about you.”

“Some people call it bed head.”

“I call it gorgeous.” He stole another kiss before releasing you. “Coffee?”

“God, yes.”

When he turned around with the mug in his hands, he stopped and stared. You were perched on one of the barstools, wearing one of his favorite flannels and presumably nothing else. Those legs he liked so much were bare and crossed at the knee, bringing all kinds of ideas to mind. Your dark hair was a tangled cloud and a pretty, pink blush colored your cheeks.

Those bright, bluebonnet eyes shone with promise. It was a brand-new day.

You raised your eyebrows expectantly at him, “Am I going to have to barter for that coffee?”

A hint of Dean Winchester flashed across his face, “What are you offering?”

“The pleasure of my company,” you held up a finger in anticipation of his enthusiasm. “After breakfast.”

His counteroffer was a platter of croissants with apricot jam from your favorite bakery along with fresh cut fruit.

You closed your eyes in appreciation as you savored the buttery layers of pastry. “If this is why you’re up so early, I approve.”

He chuckled and took a seat across from you, “Actually, that’s just a bonus. How do you feel about the mountains?”

You peered at him over the rim of the coffee cup, “I’m a fan.”

“I know this little place, cabin in the woods. Mountains all around, billions of stars at night. It’s only a couple of hours drive. How about we take a road trip?”

The man was full of surprises! “You’re whisking me away to your cabin in the woods?”

He waggled his eyebrows, “If we leave now, there’s a good chance we’ll get snowed in. We could be stuck up there for days. Just you and me.”

“I’ll pack a bag.” You leaned up on your elbows and kissed him loudly, smiling into it. “I just have one request.”

“Mmm. Name it.”

Your lips brushed the curve of his ear, “Can we have sex before we leave? I don’t think I can keep my hands to myself for a whole two hours.”

Those words had him instantly at attention. Vibrating like a plucked guitar string. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Christ,” he growled when your teeth nipped at his earlobe.

“There are worse ways to go.”

You caught a look of challenge on his face before he plucked you up and tossed you over his shoulder. You could only giggle as he marched towards the bedroom, swatting you playfully on your backside.

He laughed too. Sex came in many flavors; fast, slow, hot, sweet, intimate, even detached. But for the first time, it was fun.

[jobean12-blog]

Chase Collins Masterlist

My Masterlist banner is by @happygowriting​​ Thank you so much love!

* Indicates smut (18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!)

College Goals *

Magic or Madness *

Magic or Madness (part 2) *

A Change of Heart

That’s My Girl

That’s My Girl (part 2) *

Kick Names, Take Ass *

* Indicates SMUT (18+ only please) 

[angelicthor]

season of the witch

pairing: chase collins x reader

summary: you and chase celebrate his favourite night of the year

warnings/genre: smut: dom/sub dynamic, wax play, pwp.

a/n: a repost for the spooky season

masterlist

The rope around your wrists was biting, holding them useless above your head whilst your ankles were tied to either corner of the alter you lay on. Stripped bare, the stone slightly scratching at your skin with every slight movement you made, the cool air causing goosebumps to erupt over every inch of you, nipples hardening with every rush of icy air over them.

You were never certain about where he brought you, but from what you had seen of it, you were sure you were in the basement underneath the derelict manor house on the outskirts of Ipswich. He’d been particularly proud when he’d master the teleportation incantation and exploited it as often as he could.

The walls were made of an exposed brick, gothic archways housing various books, some old dusty bottles of wine, in the very centre of the room was the stone alter you were currently tied down to – you had no idea if it was as old as the rest of the place or if it was something he had added in. You knew he came her sometimes to practise and expand his abilities and you were inclined to believe this place belonged to his parents �� his real parents.

The only source of light in the room came from the flickering candles scattered about the place, some on huge stands carved from mahogany, others were simply floating about the air seemingly of their own accord, not that you could see them with the silk covering your eyes.

And then there was him; the man who orchestrated this entire evening, the one who made your heart race and veins flood with desire, the one who made your pussy clench with need with the sound of his voice alone who was sitting in the corner in what you could only describe as a throne, the large wingback chair wrapping around his shoulders like the wings of bat.

He looked positively demonic.

The sight was seared into your mind, the only thing you could see behind your closed lids; not that you wanted to see anything else.

“You look so pretty like this,” He murmured, voice deceptively sweet and you felt the ghost of a touch skim down the skin of your thighs.

You knew it wasn’t him, not really, his voice still sounded from the corner of the room where he was sat, he couldn’t have physically touched you. But, it was him, and he never had to physically touch you.

The phantom hand stopped just before your glistening folds, your hips raising as much as they could as your hands gripped at the rope above them as you desperately tried to entice him to touch you there.

It was a futile effort of course; he never did anything before he wanted to. And if he wanted to leave you tied up like this with nothing but the breeze of touch every few hours then he would. And you’d let him.

You felt the warmth from one of the candles move closer to you, until it was just above your chest and you waited with anticipation for that first drop of hot wax to touch your sensitive skin.

Your chest was rising and falling rapidly, the seconds stretching on into minutes until you couldn’t take it any longer, whining and thrashing about on the altar in frenzied despair as he tortured you with inaction.

He was by you in an instead, kneeling at the top of the altar, his head millimetres from your own, his breath fanning over your neck as he trailed over the column of your throat with his nose, a soft sigh falling from your lips as your head lulled to the side to give him more room.

His hands trailed down your arms and over your breasts, cupping them in his hands as his fingers tweaked at your hardened nipples, your back arching into his touch and you could have sobbed in relief at finally feeling him on you. He peppered gentle kisses from your shoulder, up your neck and stopping just below your ear before nipping on the lobe, grinning at the sharp gasp it pulled from you.

“You want more babygirl?” He purred, kissing your cheek, “Then beg for it. Beg for me; you’re so pretty when you beg sweetness.”

“Chase,” You moaned unabashedly, “Please.”  

“Hm, please what? What do you want me to do?” He hummed, clearly enjoying watching you squirm under his torment.

“Fuck!” You cried out, throwing your head back as tears stained the silk around your eyes, “I want you to touch me! I want you to fuck me so hard I can still feel you next week, I want you to decorate me; with wax, with your cum, fuck I don’t care! Chase please, please, I need you, ple-”

You were cut of with a shocked gasp as Chase let the candle tip above you, the hot wax dripping over your breast before cooling quickly on your skin, leaving trails of hardened wax on you.

“You want more?”

Nodding eagerly, you groaned when Chase treated your other breast with the same attention, letting the wax near-burn your skin as it trailed along your skin you before cooling, covering your chest with splattering’s of wax making you look like a Jackson Pollock painting.

You hissed when Chase tipped the candles over your nipples, groaning as the hot wax encased the stiff buds. Chase continued like this for some time, painting your breasts, stomach and thighs with the candles as your body contorted beneath his assault, held down by the rope wrapped around your wrists and ankles as your body danced along the line between pleasure and pain.

Your cunt was throbbing with need, his relentless teasing causing tears to stream from your eyes, wetness coating your inner thighs as you pleaded with Chase to touch you, fuck you – anything to end your torment.

Chase ceased his teasing, letting the wax on you cool as you recovered slightly from the onslaught of sensations he had delivered you. When your breathing had somewhat evened out again, he peppered chaste kisses across your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks as he held your head in his hands; “How do you feel baby? You wanna continue? What’s your colour?”

Shaking your head ‘no’, you grinned dazedly at him, his voice soft as he broke character to check on your welfare, but you wanted – needed – him to continue.

“Green, green Chase please, please don’t stop.”

Chase shushed you, capturing your lips with his in a searing kiss as he deftly untied the ropes around your ankles, trailing his fingertips up your calf’s and up towards your thighs, trailing them across the wetness that had smeared on your inner thighs but stopped before he got to your glistening golds causing a pitiful cry to fall from your lips as your hips jolted in desperation.

A dark chuckle rumbled deep in his chest as he watched you squirm, pulling the silk that covered your eyes away, so you could once again see his face as he stood at your feet at the end of the altar. You squinted as you adjusted to the soft lighting of the room, gaze immediately falling on the man that had so exquisitely tortured you into the highest state of arousal possible, feeling your cunt clench and heart racing when you noticed the lust-blown eyes that were locked on your trembling form.

Chase slowly stripped out of his clothes; fingers leisurely undoing the buttons of his shirt before shucking it off his shoulders, revealing his chiselled chest to your hungry gaze but moving to undo his belt, the metallic clang echoing around the stone basement and causing a shiver to run down your spine at the sound.

When he was just as naked as you, he crawled on top of you, licking his lips as his deep breaths fanned over you, your hands still suspended above you as you tried in vein to touch him, to tug his hair and claw at his skin but the rope prevented you from fulfilling your desires, something Chase most definitely noticed.

“Oh babygirl,” Chase cooed, dipping his head so his nose grazed against your own, lips only millimetres away from your own, “Do you want me to touch you?”

You mewled in answer, slowly nodding your head in affirmation as you attempted to tilt your head so that your lips met.

Chase’s hands slowly slide up your sides, caressing the soft skin as he travelled from your hips to your chest, cupping your wax-covered breasts in his hands and tweaking the nipples with his thumb and forefinger, smirking as you arched into his touch with a gasp, rutting your dripping pussy against his thigh as you did.

Chase finally slanted his lips over yours, capturing your breath in a slow kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips before licking into your mouth, his hands grasping the flesh of your ass and forcefully grinding your pussy against his thigh, flexing the muscles beneath you as your groaned at the friction on your swollen clit.

Pulling away with a satisfied hum, Chase peppered kisses across your cheek and down your throat, nipping at the skin at the crook of your neck; “You want me to fuck you?” He husked in your ear.

“Yes!” You cried out, “Yes, Chase please, please, fuck me: I can’t wait any longer.”

With a devilish smile, Chase hoisted your leg over his hip, running the head of his hard cock over your folds and coating himself in your arousal. Lining himself up with your opening, he slowly thrust forward inch by inch until his hips were pressed against yours, your silken walls encompassing him as he let out a sharp hiss at the sensation.

You buried your teeth in your lower lip to trap the wanton sounds that threatened to escape as Chase finally filled you, hips rolling against his to try and entice him to move as he buried his face in your neck to gather himself.

Your body was already wound tight like a violin string after being tormented for so long and felt near ready to snap before anything had even begun but you fiercely needed to teeter over that edge that you had been precariously balancing over for far too long now.  

A guttural moan tore from your throat when Chase slowly drew his hips back before thrusting forward, starting a steady rhythm that soon picked up pace until he was wildly bucking his hips into yours, the sounds that erupted from you encouraging him as his cock hit every sensitive spot in you, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist to aid you in meeting his thrusts.

The stone of the altar beneath you scratched your skin with every movement you made, the slight sting of pain only adding to your budding orgasm that was building deep within you. Chase place his hands flat against your head, caging you in between his bulging arms as he ducked down to capture your lips in a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth and completely filthy, his thrusts becoming faster, rougher, your toes curling as you your legs quaked around him.

His animalistic grunts signalled he was close but you knew Chase would never let himself come before you did and so his fingers flew to your pussy, gathering your wetness on his fingertips before he stimulated your clit with tightly drawn circles, the shocks of pleasures it sent down through you causing you to both keen into his sinful touch and shy away at the intensity.

Your release tore through your like a strike of lightening through the night sky, your cunt clenching around Chase’s cock as your ecstasy induced sobs filled the room. Your legs fell limp on the altar, releasing their vice-like hold on Chase’s waist as you rode out your high, euphoria flooding your every vein as blackness blurred the edge of your vision.

Chase’s cock twitched within you, a clear sign of his impending release, and he quickly pulled out of you, kneeling between your spread legs as his hands worked over his cock that was slick with your cum, his release painting your stomach and breasts as he came with a roar, lines of cum mirroring the trails of wax that decorated you.

You both remained motionless as your harsh pants disturbed the silence of the room, Chase watching you with a lopsided grin before he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your sweaty temple, his hand cradling the back of your head as his thumb rubbed soothing circles on your cheek.

“Are you ok?”

“Mm-hm, undo the ropes?” Your asked, voice slurred as your mind was still swimming with delirium.  

Chase quickly rid your wrists of the rope, your arms stiff from being held above your head for so long and Chase massaged them to encourage your blood flow before helping you to sit up on the altar.

“Can you stand?”

You held on to Chase’s arm as you tentatively put one foot on the floor followed by the other, taking a cautious step before your legs gave out beneath you, Chase quickly catching you before you could hit the floor, lifting you in his arms and cradling you against his chest bridal style as you tucked your head under his, cherishing the care with which he handled you.

Chase’s eyes flicked black and the room tilted around, your stomach flipping before you found yourself in your bathroom, Chase delicately placing you on the countertop by the sink, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before moving to turn fill the bathtub, gathering everything he needed and making sure the temperature was perfect for you.

Once the tub was sufficiently filled, Chase lifted you into his arms once more before stepping into the bath, slowly lowering both himself and you until you were both submerged into under the warm bubbles, your back pressed against Chase’s chest as you melted against him.

“Are you feeling ok babygirl?” Chase murmured, voice low and full of concern.

“’M good Chase, very good actually,” You giggled, feeling him smile against your neck.

You spent the next half hour in the bathtub together, Chase washing away the wax and cum that stained your skin as gently as he could whilst whispering praises in your ear and showering you with compliments, intermingled with gentle kisses across the back of your neck and under your ear as he held you close to him.

Once you had both been successfully cleaned, Chase helped you out of the tub, pulling the plug and letting the water swirl down the drain before coating your abused skin with a soothing aloe vera on all the places the wax had touched you and where the course stone of the altar had scratched at you.

Your eyelids felt heavy with exhaustion and it took everything in you not to fall asleep against Chase as he massaged the ointment into your skin before dressing you in one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties.

Watching you fight to stay awake with a soft smile, Chase shook his head with a breathless chuckle, pressing kiss to your forehead and taking you in his arms once more before settling you both against the welcoming comfort of your bed, your head resting on his chest as his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

The moonlight filtered through the glass of the window, the only source of light in the room and Chase couldn’t help but find it a fitting sight given the day.

Sleep had taken you as you listened to Chase’s strong heartbeat beneath your ear, unconsciously snuggling closer to him as he watched you contented.

“Happy Halloween, my love,” Chase whispered, before he too joined you in the realm of dreams.

[mypoisonedvine]

𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 || dark!Chase Collins x reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 ☾ it's been a long time coming, I'm coming back for you my friend; to where we'd hide as children, I'm coming back for you my friend...

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱 ☾ 2.6k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 ☾ smut (noncon), kinda yandere trope, stalking, forced breeding, discussions of free use kink, some pain kink, friends to enemies to lovers (reader and chase were childhood friends!)

"You should've known you couldn't hide from me forever," he growled into your ear.

But you did know that; you'd just thought you might be able to evade him a little bit longer.

After this many years of him hot on your trail, you thought you knew the cycle: you’d get almost comfortable in a new place with a new identity, he would get closer and closer until you could sense his magic, you would suddenly make yourself disappear to another small town with another fake name and backstory, repeat back from step one.

"You never stay in one place this long," he noticed, holding your back to his chest as you struggled to release yourself from his grip. "What made you wait to leave and start over this time, angel?"

He shook you a little when you didn't answer, making you roughly spit out, "I met someone."

"You met someone?" he repeated. "As in, you got a crush on some country bumpkin?"

"Not a crush," you hissed, "I love him."

You could feel Chase's seething rage in the air, his oppressive embrace tightening just a bit more. "And does he love you too?"

You nodded slowly.

"He could never love you as much as I do, angel," he whispered to you. "You know how I know I love you more? Because I've been chasing you all our lives, but once I take you away without a word, he won't even go looking for you."

You didn't want to believe that, but you did anyways; your heart sank and tears began to well as you understood that Chase was never going to let you live in peace.

"You're finally gonna be mine, pretty little witch— like you were meant to be."

You couldn’t kick hard enough to get his hand off your thigh, running up higher and higher under your dress until he found your sex, protected only by the impractical lacy underwear you’d unfortunately chosen today, and cupped it in his palm.

“It’s a shame you’re so much weaker than me,” he hummed, and you couldn’t tell if he meant physically or magically— but he was right either way, and you had no real plan to try to make him stop. You certainly weren’t going to debase yourself by asking him to stop, that was a waste of everyone’s time. But it was tempting to yelp out a ‘stop!’ when he slipped his hand into your panties.

His fingers clumsily explored under the fabric until he found your bud and pressed two fingers down hard onto it. You groaned and tried to move your hips away, but all you managed to do was press yourself back against the erection straining his jeans. He laughed when he heard your gasp, rocking his hips to rub himself on you for a moment through all the clothes in the way (which somehow did little to stop you from feeling the shape of him).

Only a moment later he was already slipping his fingers into your channel— two was too many to start, and you winced at the sudden stretch. "Fuck, what a wet little cunt. I knew you wanted this," he groaned, "and you're tight too— damn baby, were you saving yourself for me? You knew I had what you needed, didn't you?"

You swallowed between heaving breaths, refusing to answer, remembering the first time he said that— that he had what you needed. You were only kids, and he had explained how your magic and his were naturally compatible, and that he was sure you were meant to be together so you could unite two of the most ancient and powerful families in this world.

“Say it,” he demanded, “say you need me.”

“I hate you!” you spat, earning yourself a harsh spank between your legs as soon as he’d pulled his fingers out of you.

“Of course you wanna do this the hard way,” he frowned, “you always do.”

He tore through your clothes in an instant, stripping you roughly as you struggled and fought back sobs.

“Look at you,” he groaned as your shaking body was exposed to the cold evening air. It was getting colder by the minute as the sun continued to set; but it wasn’t quite cold enough to justify how hard your nipples were, erect such that it was incredibly easy for him to grab and pinch them with rough fingers, and so sensitive that you whined right away when he did it. “I can’t believe you’re still acting like you don’t like it, when your cunt’s all wet and your tits are just begging to be sucked on— you want me to suck on them, don’t you?”

You didn’t answer, but that didn’t matter. It was rhetorical for him.

“Well, you’re just gonna have to wait, ‘cause I have bigger plans for you tonight and frankly, angel, I just can’t wait anymore. Get on the fucking ground,” he sneered as he shoved you down— you tried to crawl away for just a second before he grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you back, splaying you out on the cold ground and kneeling on your legs to keep you down. “God, I almost got sick of trying to find you, angel. But you didn’t think I would give up, did you?”

You shook your head fervently, your face heating with shame as he let out a hollow chuckle.

“You knew I’d always find you… soon you’ll understand why I needed to so badly,” he promised, yanking your hips up to put you on your knees.

At some point he’d opened his jeans, because you felt skin press against yours and it made you cry weakly again. You fought the urge, again, to beg him to stop; it would only make him worse, convince him he needed to teach you a lesson. Your submission now, as degrading as it was, would save yourself pain in the long run.

“Y’think it’ll fit, angel?” he wondered aloud as he rubbed his hard cock right over your entrance, teasing you with the intimidating thickness of it. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make it fit. Scream if you need to— nobody’s around to hear you anyways. Except me.”

He roughly shoved himself inside, only about halfway, but it was still sudden and forceful enough to make you whine hoarsely through your teeth. It stung, in more ways than one, and the stretch made it feel like he was opening a new path inside you.

“Fuck!” he groaned, tightening his grip on your hips. “How are you so fucking tight, angel?”

Even though your body was obviously reaching its limits, he moved his hips forward further again and again, giving you each inch at a time and laughing quietly at your groans of pain. Only when he was nearly finished did you cave and start to plead for mercy; only when you felt him reach the end of you and a sick pain twisted in your gut. “N-no, please,” you grunted, “it’s too deep…”

“Too deep?” he repeated with a snarl. “No, angel, it needs to be all the way inside you, as deep as I can go so I can breed you. And I haven’t even gotten it all in yet.”

“Fuck,” you sighed— ensuring that he was going to be as brutal as he could with the last inch. You choked on a gasp as he forced your body to give way to his intrusion. “O-oh god, I can’t— I can’t,” you panted, somehow sweating despite the cool night air sending chills right down to your bones.

“Yes you can, angel, you’re meant for it,” he promised, but as he hold your hips right against his, you instinctively jumped and tried to pull away. “Come on, arch your back— don’t run away from it, baby, you’re taking everything I give you tonight.”

He pressed down on your lower back to force it to arch the opposite way from how you wanted it to, forcing his tip to brush against the deepest parts of you. “Chase…” you heard yourself whimper between shuddering moans, struggling to process the onslaught of sensation he brought to your rapidly weakening body.

Only then did you understand what he was really doing. Along with claiming your body, he was draining your magic— no wonder you seemed more susceptible to pain, and lacking in your usual energy.

“No, Chase, please…” you breathed, almost struggling to keep your eyes open as you felt him take much more than his fair share.

Your body slumped down, only your hips held up by his hands but your chest, face, and arms lying limply on the floor of the forest. He sighed as he picked you up by your shoulders, holding you close to his chest and kissing your neck when it was exposed by your head falling limply back. “Shh,” he soothed softly, “you’re not going to need it anymore anyways. I’ll protect you.”

He started to rock his hips, holding you tight to make sure you took the full force of every thrust— and he was already starting to fuck you with the hunger of so many years, as if he was preparing to really punish you for staying away from him for so long.

You thought you might drift off to sleep— maybe you were dying, honestly, you couldn’t even tell anymore— but you were awakened when suddenly he yanked your head back by your hair, making you look up as you yelped.

“See that?” he pointed to the sky, darkening faster than ever as you felt his power stirring the air. “It’s a hunter’s moon tonight, angel. Do you know what that means?”

He didn’t wait for any response to answer his own question, speaking so close to your ear that violent chills crawled up your spine.

“It means the ritual will be even stronger.”

Once again, before you could ask what ritual he was referring to, he continued unprompted; but you started to suspect what he was about to say just based on the way his hand snaked down from your chest to the lower part of your stomach, pressing down so you could feel him inside with just that much more force.

“I’m going to give you my seed tonight,” he whispered. “Our child is going to be so powerful, their magic unparalleled— they’ll rule this place, I know it, I’ve seen visions of the future and they are glorious.”

You were too weak to even resist it, or try to deny him; you only cried harder, your head falling forward in defeat.

"C'mon baby, say 'thank you'," he instructed as he held your face up by your jaw, kissing tears away from your temples.

"Thank you," you choked, "for… for fucking me."

“And what else?”

“For giving me your seed,” you added.

“You want my baby in you, don’t you? You want to carry my little warlock inside you?” he cooed.

The thought of it made bile sting the back of your throat, but you swallowed it down and nodded uncomfortably.

“You’ll make such a pretty mommy,” he added with a smirk— you knew he was mocking you now. “It’s gonna turn me on so much seeing you with my kid in you, I won’t be able to control myself. But you’re gonna be such a good girl, aren’t you? You’re gonna let me fuck you whenever I want, gonna let me touch you however I want…”

You knew Chase very well by now— maybe better than you knew anyone else, certainly better than anybody else knew him— and you knew he was a power junkie. He needed to be stronger than someone to know who he was. Defeating you once wouldn’t be enough, and clearly he intended to claim you over and over if that’s what it took to feed his ego. You tried not to imagine life as his pet, but it was impossible with him speaking about it right in your ear: he was going to take you daily (at least) and remind you that you belonged to him, just because he could. He could keep you from fighting back with magic… but would he even need to?

“It won’t always hurt this much, either— you’re gonna get used to me, especially once you figure out how good I can make you feel. You’re gonna fucking beg me for it, angel,” he promised, reaching down with his hand to rub you between your legs again. It made your thighs quiver, trying to clench together to fight the sharp sensation on your sensitive bud, but he kept your body exactly how he wanted it and forced you to take the pressure until you couldn’t hold it down anymore.

“F-fuck,” you stammered, even though you’d been trying to stay quiet.

“There you go, angel,” he encouraged, “c’mon and squeeze me good, I’m so close to coming inside you and knocking you up, little witch.”

But it really didn’t matter what he told you to do, because you were well past the point of no return by now— nothing could’ve stopped you from coming then, and as white-hot sparks bubbled up inside you and lit up your vision behind closed eyelids, everything just became even more sensitive.

You heard your own pathetic sobs but couldn’t even believe it was you sounding like that, begging and babbling mindlessly as he fucked you mercilessly. Your toes were curling and your chest was heaving and you weren’t really sure if you were on your way to another one or if it was just the same orgasm growing longer and stronger.

Though it sounded much more distant than it really was, you heard Chase’s low moaning by your ear and knew he was close. But of course he couldn’t just come and get it over with— he needed to remind you of your place just one more time…

“Beg for it,” he demanded lowly against your ear, “beg for my come. Beg for my heir.”

“I-I… I want you to come inside me,” you slurred. "Get me pregnant, Chase, please!"

He nearly roared as he pushed deep inside you, filling you with every drop of his come. The rippling of your walls seemed to keep him going a bit longer, or maybe he just always came like that, but it felt abnormally long. You were so full that before he even pulled out there was come leaking out of you, dripping to the ground beneath you. "Angel…" he whispered reverently, slowly catching his breath.

Your eyes fluttered shut and warm tears crossed your cheeks, feeling especially hot with your face cold from the night air.

"We're going to go home now," he promised you with a gentle kiss to your cheek. "Remember the house where you visited me in the summers, how we built a fort of sticks and leaves in the forest just past the river?"

You nodded, barely; those happy memories felt so far out of reach now.

"Open your eyes, angel," he instructed gently, and when you did, you saw a fortress before you, and realized that though you were still in a forest, you weren't in the one you'd started the night in. "I figured we could do better than a fort of sticks. I built this for you, angel— for us. I'd say it's somewhere we can grow old together, but with magic as strong as mine, neither of us will age much. But our baby will grow up here… becoming more powerful every day."

He rubbed your arms and smiled against your neck.

"Finally mine," he whispered, clearly proud of himself as he admired your marked body and your broken spirit. "My angel."

[georgiapeach30513]

Moon Rituals, Part 3

Summary:  what did you learn

Pairings:  Chase Collins X Reader

Rating:  mature

Warnings:  lap riding, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.3K

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Series Masterlist

Nervously you wait at the edge of the mushrooms for Chase.  There was so much to discuss with him, and all that you had learned from Morgan and Chase’s kinfolk.  This changed things.  It made what you and Chase were in the process of doing seem much more worth it.  You could bring on a new age of moon sprites.  You would no longer be alone.  

You hear his boots clomping through the forest before you emerge.  Getting pulled back by quite a small pixie, “Please, My Queen, don’t go.  Revel in the moonlight with your kind.”

“Chase is my kind.  He bears my marks, and he will soon be truly mine.  Stay in here, so Jenny won’t get you though,” he gives you a pitiful little pout as you step out into the moonlight, and it was as if the moon was directly on you and Chase.  Watching as you told him a bit more about your fate.  “You’re late, Chase Collins.”

“You’re keeping up with me,” he gives you a little smirk as he gently holds onto your forearms.  His fingers drawing shapes on them, “You’re warm.”

“I’m happy,” leaning forward he presses a chaste kiss along your cheek, before sitting on the forest floor, rubbing his lap enticingly.  “What is it that you want?”

“I want you to sit in my lap, and tell me about your day.  That shouldn’t be too hard, right, My Queen?” Rucking up your dress, you straddle his lap, looking directly at him.  Things were so much more intimate now.  You could feel his sexual hunger through your bond.  Could feel his anxiety grow as he was further away from you.  

Looking up to the sky, you look at the moon, and softly close your eyes, “The festival is tomorrow, are you nervous?”

“No,” he shows you his palms and the burned moons in his skin, “You have sworn yourself to me, and I you.  What did you learn from Morgan Le Fey?  Good news I hope.”

“You’re descended from a very powerful family, did you know?” Chase gives you a quick nod, while his hands massage over your legs.  “Morgan is very much in love with your lost relative Goody Pope.  They were bonded to each other.  Not quite like we would be.”

“How so?” Chase looks down at your lap, and doesn’t draw attention to the slow gyrating you were doing with your hips, only pushes you further into his lap where his bulge was right at your core.  Grinding over it just felt natural.  

“Our situation is different, Morgan is not of a royal standing.  The Moon Sprites are no more.  Just myself.  It’s prophesied,” you stutter a moment, gulping at the pleasure that was blooming in your stomach.  Ignoring how quiet the forest had grown.  Adoring how Chase’s eyes looked brighter blue in this light, almost as if they were glowing and silver.

“I am to change the bloodline,” you stutter as heat pools to your core, your pace growing as you look at them.  “Create a new world of Moon Sprites.  Powers beyond our former glory.  Powers from a witch and a faerie,” his fingers dig into your ass while your back arches up, and you start panting.  “A true binding of our souls, our lines, our magic.  It won’t be as strong, but it will be pure, wild, and different.  It won’t…won’t…Chase it won’t…” he gives you a kiss to your temple as you finish out this ride.  

Faeries from the guard stand excited around the edge of the forest, and staring at the two of you.  Salivating as you search for something.  Search for your words.  For this impending high that was stopping other thoughts.  It was just Chase.  There was nothing more.  Leaning your head back you bask in the moon’s barely there light.  Whispering up at her like a prayer until the damn breaks, and you press your forehead against his.  His petal pink lips brushes the softest kisses against yours, and he smiles at your labored breath.  

“She’s his.” “The process is nearly complete.” “The official binding is well underway.” “Drink of her!  Taste her!” “Finish the process, mortal!”

Chase’s fingers slide up your leg, connecting to your drenched folds.  “Don’t enter me,” you answer nervously, but he swipes a finger up your slit.  Bringing his fingers up to look at your slick.  Twisting his fingers into the night before stuffing them in his mouth, sucking on each one like he was tasting the most delectable dessert.  Gazing up at the moon before he pulls you in for a bruising kiss.  

Giving your greedy tongue a suck, and you taste yourself on him.  Moaning out his name, while the other faeries begin to back away.  Their mischievous grins look up at the moon until they bow to the moon, and to her almost reborn children.  A screech in the distance sounds out, but it was as if you and Chase were in a protective bubble, and heard nothing.  Nothing else mattered.  And you hold both his hands in your own, pointing them to the sky.  

A tall figure and one wretched crooked one bow in the darkness, before making their way back to their cabin.  It was official, and they were soon to give their life for your own.  

Chase cups your cheek, running his thumb over your kiss swollen lips before pressing it into your mouth. You give the digit a bit of a suck watching him.  “Tomorrow night, you can enter me.  The use of your magic…” you pull his thumb out of your mouth, tracing the blackened new moon on his hand.  “It won’t age you.  You’ll be willing your magic to me.  We have a duty though.”

“Does it have to start right away?  Like we’re bound together, but I have to give you babies immediately,” you shake your head no, with a smile.  “I’m confused, my queen.  What does this mean?”

“It is prophesied, it will happen when it shall happen.  Until then, we have fun.  Play with our new powers.  Discover one another.  I will lose my wings, but I don’t use them anyways.  I will become more human than fae.  But we rebirth a species.  Making it better than the generation before.  They will be more powerful than us.”

“And I’m immortal?”

“Of course.  We will be trapped in this state forever.  We will be together forever.  Should one of us hurt, the other shall hurt.  If one dies, so does the other.  We will be one.  We will be…”

“Of the moon,” Chase states, as he gently kisses you.  “And we can never go within your faerie circle again, hmm?”

“We must create our own.  But we can live amongst mortals.  Have a relatively normal life.”

“I don’t want to be normal,” he gives you a little nibble on your lip.  “I want to be extraordinary.  I want to be…yours.”

“You are,” your voice squeaks, and you find yourself circling your arms around him, and pulling him closer.  He was never close enough.  “You will always be mine.  Remember, your powers will not be as great, but you still will be more powerful than any witch,” his smile flashes sinister for just a moment, and you shake your head no, “There’s a process, Chase Collins.  And I’m not just saying that.  I’ve heard about you and your coven.  Heard how you wanted to force someone to will you their powers.  I’m aware you’re not innocent.  But you soon will share in my innocence.”

“What?” Grabbing his hand, you push it up against your core, sighing in pleasure.  “What does that mean?”

“We become one.  We share the experience during that.  I’m giving you my innocence.  There will be a change in you.  I must go.  If you want to finish the ritual, I shall see you at the beginning of the festival.  Should you not, in time your burns will fade, and both our bloodlines will die out.  Farewell, Chase Collins.  I hope to see you soon.”

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Taglist: @tis-thedamn-season @marveloustaylortot @sstan-hoe @peaches1958 @whimsyplaty92​ @potatothots @smile1318 @andydrysdalerogers @cjand10

[sebastiansluts]

Why am I in the mood for chase collins? 💀 Anyway maybe could you write something about him finger fucking and going down on virgin/innocent reader?

Because sometimes Chase Collins just hits different lol

Chase Collins x Reader; dub!con, finger fucking, oral sex f receiving, orgasm delay, innocent reader- NOT underage

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

"Come on baby, just a little something, lemme make you feel good, so good," Chase goaded, pressing you against the wall. You shivered, eyes wide as you stared at his hand on your chest. His fingers traveled down your stomach, sliding under your waistband until he could get his hand in your pants, long fingers immediately finding how wet you were.

"Oh lookie here baby, you're already ready for me? Can just slide my fingers right in, fuck baby." Chase's fingers stroked your inner walls, finding your spot making you gasp. He rubbed back and forth, building you up fast and hard, before pulling his hand free from your pants, holding his fingers up to his mouth. He slowly sucked them, eyeing you as you trembled, so close to orgasm but pulled away before you could reach it.

"Chase please," you gasped, begging, for something, more, anything. He grinned wickedly at you, sliding his fingers into your mouth. You sucked them like he did, slowly pulling your head back against the wall and off his fingers, still faintly tasting of you.

"Fuck baby, I'm already destroying you aren't I? Barely even fingered you and you're already begging for me. Yeah, you want me, know you do baby, but you're gonna have to wait. I said I'd ease you into this and I'm going to." Chase pressed a quick kiss to your lips, getting on his knees and pulling your pants down along with your underwear.

Your face flushed as he stared at your bare pussy. He leaned forwards, pressing your legs apart, making you slide down on the wall a little. He gripped your thighs, helping you brace against his shoulders. He pressed his face between your legs, immediately licking through your folds.

You squirmed, sensation strange but good. He wiggled his tongue, sticking it into your cunt and pulling out, licking his lips. He dove back in, sucking at you, trying to get as much of your slick wetness as he could.

"Chase! I- I think it's happening!" you cried, hands in his hair, holding on as you curled forwards around his head. His hands pressed your hips hard against the wall, holding you up as you came, shaking as you nearly accidentally smothered him.

You sat back up, Chase pulling away, both of you gasping for air. Your legs were trembling, and they gave out, making you collapse onto Chase's lap. His arms came up, wrapping around you.

"Perfect baby, you're gonna be fucking perfect when I fuck you, I know it."

[sableseb]

Angel Down

demon!ChaseCollins x f!character

word count: 7.1k

warnings: smut, corruption kink, innocence kink, dirty talk, slight fear play, blood play, dacryphilia, loss of virginity, oral f receiving, oral m receiving, belly bulge, use of power as restraint, finger sucking, biting, scratching, choking, gagging, monstrous tongue and appendage ;)

tags: @meetmeatyourworst @stucky-my-ship @greeneyedblondie44 @harrysthiccthighss @sparksforkoo @bemine-bucky @thewritingdoll @bucky-soldat  @buckysboobs @hallecarey1​ @fuckandfluff

a/n: In honor of Halloween approaching, what better way to celebrate than to join the queen of monsterfucking, @slothspaghettiwrites​ Marvelous Monster Mayhem Writing Challenge ? Couldn’t pass up the opportunity to try out my first ever monster fic in October. I chose the Hoizer lyric, “All the tales the same / Told before and told again” as inspiration. I hope you enjoy this nasty lil number!.x

She goes about her days in a sleepy little community blanketed by a forest of trees with colonial homes that are rich with history, almost as rich as the town itself. She keeps to herself. Only leaving the house to go to school and the occasional coffee shop. Growing up here, she was never even looked at twice. Not by her peers, not by “friends,” and especially not the male gaze. Of all her twenty years, she’s felt like a drifter. Seemingly going through the motions of the day and praying for a change, praying for an escape. 

She knows there’s more to this world than her mundane life she’s created here in this eerie place. She’s always heard rumors growing up, whispers of tales about how the woods are home to entities that keep this town thriving from sacrifices the mayor and his cult of elitists make. Entities that are soothed during the day and come out to play at night. 

She’s never witnessed anything herself, but she can’t deny the somewhat unease the town holds. It makes the hairs on your arms stand up, causing a sense of anxiety to swarm in your gut. Sometimes she chalks it up to it just being the darkness and not what’s lurking in it, but she likes to fantasize about if there are in fact creatures roaming right outside her backyard. A morbid part of her hopes that to be true. 

As she sits at her windowsill watching the steady rhythm of the rainfall, she imagines what it’d be like to be swept away by a paranormal force, go somewhere fantastical where adventure is in every corner and creatures are abundant. The vampire romances she reads doesn’t help the deep ache that settles in her chest. She wants a strong, misunderstood man with deep, brooding eyes to embrace her and tell her she’s the only one for him. She wants him to speak lowly, confidently and fill her ear with promises of pleasure she’s never known, never experienced. Wants his fangs to pierce her neck as he sinks inside her awaiting heat, drawing blood and letting it spill down her throat and onto her breasts, have him lick the steady trickle of crimson along her skin.

What’s wrong with me, she questions. She has a sinking feeling she’ll never experience love with a real man, let alone an insanely hot and dead one. Huffing, she moves from the window to make her way down the staircase. She sees her parents rushing about the kitchen, baking and decorating sweet treats that adorn the granite counter top.

“Are we really going to this Halloween party tonight,” she asks them over the noise of baking sheets clanking together as her father finds the right one to place even more cookies on.

“Uh, yes, honey. You know your dad and I always go and tonight, you’re coming with us.”

Dread washes over her. Maybe she’s just being over dramatic, but she really doesn’t want to attend this community celebration. It’s not her speed. The crowds feel suffocating and loud, always giving her headaches when she does go out. She wants to just stay home and watch horror movies, get lost in a world of gore and fear.

She knows it’s a long shot, but she puts on her best pleading look and pouts, “Please let me stay home. I’ll even clean the house while you guys are gone.”

“Nice try, but no. You need to get out more and stop cooping yourself up.” 

Now her dad butts in while focusing on outlining the cookie ghosts in black icing. “Your mom’s right. It’s just not healthy and these things are more fun than you think. There’s plenty to do. Maybe you could even make a friend or two.”

Like that’s ever going to happen. She’s not assertive and the people who do try and befriend her, she pushes away, politely of course. Because in her mind, being alone is easier. Sometimes, she catches herself craving companionship, but deep down, she knows it’s a task that she’s just not willing to put effort in. She’s not in the right head space to be a good friend or lover. Life is messy enough as is. She doesn’t need to worry about others feelings or the way she’s perceived.

There’s no use in arguing with her parents. She never really puts up a fight over anything, always being submissive to every situation just so she can get it over with instead of dragging it out. She turns around without another word and walks back up to her room to get ready for the party. Or, as she refers it to, her funeral.

Shutting her door, she goes towards her closet, rummaging until she finds what she’s looking for. She may not enjoy going out, but she does enjoy Halloween. She bought a costume just in case she didn’t persuade her parents into letting her stay home. Halloween is the one time of year where you can pretend to be someone you're not. And she fully plans to be someone else for a change.

Running a hand down the white slip, she feels the smoothness of the silk along her finger tips. It’s beautiful. And beautiful is something no one has pegged her as. She just wants to imagine for once that she does in fact hold a beauty that others envy and as she pulls the skin tight dress over her frame, she notices that maybe she can pull off a facade of prettiness and strike jealousy into those who look.

Glancing at herself in the mirror, the long sleeves wrap around her arms tightly, the square cut accentuating her bust, the hem falling just above mid thigh and making her legs appear long and lithe. It’s out of her comfort zone...severely. But, that’s what she wants. Tonight, she’s more than the girl who wears over sized sweatshirts and leggings. She places the headband with a halo attached to a flimsy wire on her head, pulls her tiny wings across her back. Tonight, she’s ethereal.

~~~

Just as she suspected, the street is packed. Music flows through the crisp air as people in costumes mingle while vendors take orders and children play games. The moon shines bright above, illuminating alley ways that the fairy lights can’t reach. She’s already bored and she hasn’t even made it an hour. She sits on a bench as she watches the festivities. Looking over to her right, she notices the woods. Inky black swirls past the tree line with branches as stiff as a corpse...it’s like even the full moon glow can’t penetrate the darkness it holds.

Something pulls at her, beckoning her to come discover what lies just beyond. She doesn’t know what causes her sneaker clad feet to move. A force? Her curiosity? Maybe she wants to find out once and for all if those twisted stories are true. Whatever it is, she finds herself coming closer to the forest with each step.

The silence that envelops her should be a red flag and yet, it’s like all her self-preservation flew out the window. She decides then that the quiet is better than the constant noise she had to put up with moments prior. She walks further and further into the trees, taking note that no ravenous monsters seem to be present, no ghosts floating about...it’s utterly empty. That is, until she hears a voice call out to her from behind. 

“A little lost, don’t you think?”

She whips around, a gasp escapes her throat as her frantic eyes take in the figure that’s standing a few feet from her. He’s tall and lean, thick hair disheveled, and...young. With faded denim encasing long legs, a black shirt straining from his powerful chest, and a gray jacket that does nothing to hide his biceps.

You’d think he’s some prep school boy with that smug smirk and pretty boy attitude. But, he’s far from it. His eyes are pitch black, canines sharp, and has skin with an almost iridescent shine. His claws reach just above his finger tips, stopping with a menacing point. 

She’d believe it to be some elaborate costume, but the air is charged with an evil that’s rolling off him in waves. She knows he’s to be feared, knows she should run or scream for help. But, she doesn’t do anything. She’s attracted to this man, this monster. She’s eager to hear more of his deep voice. The power he holds almost gives her a high. “What are you?”

The tales seem to hold a truth in them, but she didn’t expect a beast to be so enticing. She’s proud she kept her voice steady. She can’t show him how he affects her. She’s scared, intrigued, enamored, and wet. Why is she wet? What about this is arousing? Her body betrays her as she continues to stare at what’s in front of her. 

“Oh, little girl,” he taunts, stepping in and closing the space between their bodies, “I’m what goes bump in the night. Can’t you tell?”

Chase can smell the purity that’s attached to her skin. It’s such a divine scent, sweet and fruity, begging to be bitten into. His cock begins to harden behind his jeans. She may be a virgin, may be a homebody, but something sinister lays dormant under all the shyness. He can taste it. His angel is a dirty sinner and he plans to show her all the ways he can taint her, ruin her to give her what she so desperately craves.

“Vampire?”

A dark chuckle escapes his plump lips, sharp teeth poking out slightly. The sound makes her embarrassed about the question she asked, but the fangs, formed along the sides of his top and bottom rows, cause her to clench her thighs together. He studies her face for a moment before his black gaze slides down her body. No one’s ever looked at her like she’s a piece of meat and a thrill shoots through her. 

“Mmm. I’m worse,” he whispers, taking a strand of her hair and twirling it around a long finger. “I’m what some call a demon. But, you, my angel, can call me Chase.”

Chase. What a normal name. But, that’s the point. He doesn’t always look this grotesque. He likes to blend in with the pitiful human race from time to time. Especially when watching her go about her days with a hint of sadness and longing. He knew when he laid his eyes on her that she was the perfect match for him. She’s got the softest features, the roundest hips, the saddest eyes. She's the closest thing to a living breathing Sleeping Venus.

“What do you want, Chase?”

His name sounds like poetry on her tongue. He’ll make sure to have her scream it, chant it as he takes that sweet virgin cunt apart. “I want a lot of things...but, the main thing is power. And you,” he reaches a clawed finger to graze across the expanse of her smooth cheek, “can give me that power.”

Her breath seizes in her chest as Chase slowly caresses her face. His touch sends a heat along her cool skin. She isn’t sure if it’s heat her mind conjured up in it’s flustered state, or if he has the flames of Hell at his fingertips. Most likely a bit of both. 

“How,” she gasps, trying her hardest not to lean into his touch, “how do I do that?”

Just as he thought. His little girl wants to play. “Eager to please, are we?” Down his fingers trail towards her rising and falling chest, feeling the quick beating of her heart beneath his cold palm. “I need your blood, your innocence, your soul. I’ve been keeping tabs on you and with each passing day. You, with the soft eyes and even softer lips, are the right fit for me.”

Chase sees how alone she is, how everyone seems to ignore her, how desperate she is for affection. She’s perfect. Perfect to mold, to manipulate. When he takes her, his power will grow. Virgins hold such a strong essence that they have no idea about. When he bleeds on her, they’ll be bonded, connected as one and she’ll never escape him. He’ll continuously feed from her presence, feed by burying himself deep inside her wet heat.

As his hand travels back up to encase around the column of her throat, she finally jerks away. Stumbling back, she puts a few feet between him once more. Chase smirks, clearly amused with her new found defiance. “I can’t. I won’t do th-”

Like a flash, he shoots straight towards her. His fingers dig into her smooth neck, claws starting to draw blood from his harsh grip. Her hands fly to his arm, pathetically trying to get him to ease up, to let her breath. But her gasping is like music to his ears, the struggle sends a tingle along his spine as he watches her eyes widen in fear. How he loves her fear. It’s poignant, thick and heavy with electricity. There’s something else that lies under it. Something tangy and sweet, begging for release.

Shoving her against a thick tree, he leans his body into hers. Chase pushes his hips against her stomach and she can feel the hard outline of his dick. His breath ghosts along her face as he angles her head up to look at him. He grits out, “But, you can and you will. You know how I know?”

His grip tightens, making her throat burn and jaw ache. He brings his mouth to her ear, licking and sucking, making sure he doesn’t nick her with his fangs just yet. It makes her mewl and keen against him. She shouldn’t want this, want him. But, an empty feeling is settling deep in her core and along with it, wetness that’s seeping onto her panties. She’s so turned on that she’s scared it may run down her thighs.

“It’s because you want me. Want this. Nobody looks your way, do they,” he speaks menacingly against the already bruising flesh of her lobe. “They never give you the time of day, never appreciate the beauty you hold. And this fear you harbor towards me, a stranger, a monster...it turns you on. You want someone to force you to give them pleasure. You crave to be wanted.”

She whimpers, heart clenching as his words sink in. This creature, this demon, is right. She thrives off the fear he’s bringing, wants to experience all the morbid things she just knows he can do to her. Tears pool in her eyes and glide down her cheeks. But before they can fall, Chase’s tongue is there, lapping at her sorrow like it’s his job.

She notices then that his tongue is about as much human as his eyes. It’s abnormally long, almost serpent like as he continues to taste the saltiness that stains her face. He moans at her tears. She’s even more beautiful when she cries. The prettiest when she’s in pain and mental turmoil. 

“But, you don’t have to feel like a nobody anymore. I’m here now, my angel. I’m here to break you and put you back together. Here to taint and corrupt you.”

Chase removes his hold on her face to grasp the back of her head. He fists her hair until her neck cranes at an odd angle so she’s looking up at him. “How about we let your demons play for a bit, huh?” 

With his other hand, he brings his fingers to her lips. He runs the pads over the fullness, mesmerized by the feel of their smoothness. She gets a sudden urge to taste his skin. She’s scared, knowing he can end her life in an instant, but that’s part of his appeal and she finds herself succumbing to his messed up plans.

Chase watches as she parts her mouth for him, letting out a growl as her tongue dances across his fingers. With her head still firmly in place, he hovers over her as he slides his index and middle inside her mouth. He smiles as he watches her suck. He knows that his girl has twisted desires. He just wants to see how far she’s willing to go and if he was a betting man, he’d say she'll do anything she’s told, let him use her body in the most debauched ways.

In and out his fingers go, falling out her mouth before shoving them down her throat farther and farther until more tears break out and her stomach is lurching. He can cut the inside of her throat if he feels like it. She can feel the points of his claws graze the back of her mouth each time. He’s choking her with his digits, basking in the water that flows from her eyes, the muffled gagging, the spit falling past the corners of her mouth.

“That’s it, baby. Take my fucking fingers. Does my dirty angel wanna choke on my cock instead?”

Of course she does. She’s completely compliant to him. Helpless against his supernatural strength and dirty words, she shakes her head, yes. He removes both hands from her, stepping back only slightly. Chase takes her in for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. She looks so pure in all white. Her doe-like eyes capture him, holding him hostage to their almost pleading look. Her body is tantalizing. She’s full in all the places that count. And the halo and wings are just icing on the cake. They’re cute, but they’ve got to go. After tonight, she’ll be wearing his marks instead of the golden crown of innocence.

Chase grasps the halo in one hand and in the other her tiny wings. With a flick of the wrist and a harsh tug, they both fall to the ground. Suddenly, she feels his booted foot hook around her knee and knock her to the dirt floor below. She yelps on her way down. Her knees cut open from the rocks and twigs she landed on. It hurts, but she’s not focused on the pain at the moment. She’s mesmerized by Chase deliberately undoing his jeans at a slow pace.

She waits for him to bare himself to her. She’s trying to keep the constant throbbing between her thighs at bay, but as she shifts and clenches, it only gets worse. Her panties are stuck to her lips like a second skin and she just knows the inside of her legs are shining with her arousal. It’s like all the wind is knocked from her as she sees Chase in all his glory.

He’s not made like the other men she’s seen in porn. Which shouldn’t be shocking considering what he is...but, seeing his dick has a sense of anxiety and wonder flowing through her. He’s so long and painfully thick. He looks like he could burst from the slightest touch of her fingers. All along the top and sides of his shaft are what she can only comprehend as tiny knots.

He steps towards her and pulls her head back, bringing his leaking tip to the seam of her lips. He rubs his precum into her pout, admiring the slight shine he leaves behind. “Chase,” she whispers, worry etched into her candied features, “I don’t know what to do.”

She has his cold heart thrumming with eagerness. He’s had his fair share of virgins throughout the centuries, but he’s never been this excited to lead one into his darkness and consume her whole. She wants to be good for him, wants to give him pleasure and he’s more than happy to show her how to be his good little devil.

“Treat it just like my fingers. Take it just like my fingers.”

He grasps his base with one hand and her head with the other. He guides his tip past her pout, grunting as she does as she was told. She sucks the head gently, running her tongue along the slit. Chase slides in an inch more, watching as his girth is already stretching her mouth wide. Feeding her more of his length, she’s made it to the point where she can barely fit anymore. 

He takes his hand from the bottom of his shaft and places it along with the other. He grips her head tightly as he tries to control himself. The sting shoots straight to her core. She’s never felt so empty before, never knew there could be an ache so deep. “Use your hand for the rest. Grip me tight,” she hears Chase growl, like he’s fighting an internal battle.

Lifting a trembling hand to the rest of his flesh that she can’t fit in her mouth, she wraps her fingers around him. She can’t even touch the tips of her fingers together. He's so wide and long, her throat is already being tickled from his tip looming only inches away from the back. The underside of his dick is smooth on her tongue while the top and side humps graze the inside of her cheeks and roof of her mouth.

She moves her head in time with her hand. Gaining confidence as she catches moans slipping past his lips. She finds herself wondering how she’s lived this long without his taste. The slight saltiness of his precum, the warm skin, his scent surrounding her. She’s hungry for him and ready to please his every wish.

“What a nasty, girl. Look at you, taking my fucking cock so well.”

Chase stills her movements and pulls her off him. “I want your hands behind your back. Don’t move them.” 

Hesitantly, she does as she’s told with a questioning look. Lining himself back up to her mouth, he tells her, “I’m gonna ruin your pretty face, baby.”

Before she can voice her concerns, he shoves himself all the way down her throat, using both hands to guide her head. Instantly, her arms shoot out from his force, trying to shove his hips back so she can breathe. As her palms find his waist, they’re jerked away and placed behind her once more. But, it wasn’t Chase, not physically at least because his hands are still tangled in her roots.

“I told you not to move. You’re gonna take my cock down your tight throat understand? You’re going to swallow all my cum and beg for more.”

She can’t do anything but choke. He’s keeping his dick firmly in place as he lists off his instructions. The muscles of her stomach hurt from all her retching, her throat is burning, tears running down her face as he keeps his cock warm for a few moments before he pulls back and plunges right back in.

She gasps in as much air as she can in between the moments he slips out. Each powerful thrust causes his dick to go straight down her throat, balls slap her chin as saliva trails out the corners of her mouth and lands on her cleavage. Her gags echo through the silent forest as he continues to use her, hands aiding in pushing her head down till her nose brushes the hair at his base

Chase is fucking her face with no remorse. It’s as if she’s a toy and this is just his routine masturbation session. She loves it. Loves how messy this head is, how rough it is, how he’s falling apart because of her. She thought giving her first blow job would be slower, more timid, filled with instructions from the man as he gently takes her mouth and claims her.

But, this. This is brutal, rough and fast, nasty...and it’s perfect. He’s beautiful as his face contorts and grunts out, good fucking girl. In the back of her mind, she’s scared he’ll rip her open when he enters her virgin hole. She doesn’t want him to hurt her down there. She wants to be fulfilled and showed what it’s like to have mind blowing pleasure. She knows this demon can give her just that if he’s willing.

Chase holds her head still, making sure his cock fits snugly down her throat as her constant gagging causes the muscles in her neck to constrict around him. Just a few more chokes and he’s there. “That’s it. Choke on my fucking dick. Make me cum.”

She’s using her tongue as best as she can, using it to lap his skin. But her attempts are futile. She can’t get air in and she’s having a hard time keeping her throat open for him. As soon as she feels herself gag, Chase lets out a breath of air as warmth floods her mouth. He pulls out, cock glistening in spit in the light of the moon. He watches in amusement as she falls forward, finally free of his invisible hold on her, coughing as cum and saliva trail out her mouth.

She rolls on her back, sucking in air as she stares up at the stars above. She’s already tired and he hasn’t even touched her where she hurts the most. The skirt of her silk slip rides up as she shifts her legs in the dirt, trying to stop the ever steady flow of arousal. Chase can see the slick that coats her thighs, giving her smooth skin a faint glow in the forest light.

He’s on top of her in a flash and in an odd way, she feels secure with his body enveloping hers. He’s like a safety blanket, shielding her from the other creatures in the night, from the humans who are even more vile than the beasts that lurk among the shadows. At this moment, she knows she wants him, needs him. Because who else is going to protect her? Who else will want her as much as this beautiful man with the black eyes and wicked smile?

Chase keeps her thighs spread with his own, slowly rubbing himself along the fabric of her panties. He watches her face twist in pleasure as he brushes her covered clit. It doesn’t take much more for him to get hard again. He can feel the wetness inside her underwear seep onto his shaft. She matches his gaze, never once looking away from his eyes as he dry fucks her into the damp soil. 

“You’re beautiful,” he mutters as he dips his head down to kiss her. Her heart clenches at his words, clenches at the movement of his lips. How could someone, something so pretty find her beautiful? His tongue makes its way inside her mouth. He tastes like mint with a hint of something stronger, like alcohol. Was he at the party too...watching her, coercing her to come into these very woods?

She doesn’t care. She would’ve followed him anywhere as soon as he'd flash that bright, sharp smile. And he knows it too. Her attraction for him is rolling off her in waves. He feels every little emotion she harbors. He doesn’t want to admit it, but having someone feel so deeply for him, even in his demon state, has a sense of content rushing through him. None of the others have genuinely cared for him, but this girl does. Now, he really can’t wait to sink his claws into her and never let her go.

As he kisses her, he nips at her swollen lips. She moans and finds herself meeting his grinding, desperate for him to rip her panties off and sink into her. Chase buries his face into her neck, breathing in her floral, fruity scent as he licks her flesh. He can’t get enough of her taste. He knows for certain that he’ll be addicted when he takes her pussy apart with his mouth.

Lower, and lower he travels, pecking every spot of skin he can get to before coming down to bite the tops of her breasts. He grasps the fabric that hugs her body between his hands, ripping her dress right down the chest. He looks at her breasts with heavy eyes. They’re full with pink nipples that harden from the night air.

Leaning down, he sucks a bud into his mouth. She arches into his assault and threads her hands into his hair, causing him to groan as she pulls his roots tightly with each nip and suck.

She’s breathless as he mouths her tits, gasps and whines emitting each time his teeth ghost over her sensitive skin. He brings his hands to her torso, grabbing her and digging his fingers into the skin. He runs his hands down, claws dragging along her flesh causing a sting pain to shoot through her sides. Another rip rings out into the silent forest as she feels cool air flood her weeping pussy.

“Chase...please. Need your mouth.”

A smile breaks out along his face. She has no idea what she’s getting herself into, but he’s more than happy to give her one mind blowing orgasm after another. Tucking himself back into his boxers, he places himself flat against the ground. He throws her legs over his shoulders, making sure to hold her apart as he breathes in her arousal. She’s perfect. He traces his tongue along each fold, teasing her until she’s whimpering for him to do something, anything.

She feels that thick tongue delve into her. Her eyes go cross as he licks inside her wet walls. It’s so long, she can feel it so deep inside her as he moves it about, savoring her flavor as it floods his taste buds. Her cries get lost in the trees. She clenches around his tongue, hips lifting off the ground to ride his handsome face. But, Chase doesn’t like all her moving. He keeps the meat of her thighs grasped firmly in his hands as he uses his power once more to hold the rest of her to the ground.

She doesn’t know how Chase can restrain her without touching her, but he can and it’s pure torture. She can’t run away or lean into his touches, his mouth. All she can do is lay there and take every ounce of overwhelming pleasure he’s giving her. She’s never felt something so foreign inside her. She doesn’t know how she’s lived without someone tongue fucking her. Each wiggle, each thrust of his muscle sends tingles along her body and that familiar knot winds up in her stomach, the one that forms each time she touches herself.

“I’m gonna cum,” she warns, teeth biting down on her lips as she tries to hold in her wails. Chase’s thumb finds her clit, slowly rolling it from side to side as he tongues her slowly, making sure she comes apart. Her climax keeps building within her. It’s all just too much as her chest seizes and her ears ring. Her breath gets lodged in her throat and her toes curl as her orgasm hits her at full force.

Chase continues his lazy pace, feeling her suck him in. He’s painfully hard as her wetness floods his mouth and her pussy contracts around his tongue. Shocks of pleasure flash through her as he brings her down from her high. Sweat sticks to her body as she tries to regain her senses. It felt so unbelievably good. She finds herself wanting to cum again. “Chase,” she croaks out, “I need more. Please, fuck me.”

She’s insatiable. And he adores it because he is too. He’s always ready to bury himself in a tight hole. He leans back on his knees, taking himself out once more and pumping his shaft over her spent form. He lets her free of his invisible hold, he wants to feel her dainty hands grasp the clothing on his back as he thrusts into her, feel her legs wrap around his waist and hold him in place.

Lining himself up, he notices the worry in her eyes. He doesn’t want to hurt her as he strips away her innocence. Chase may be a monster, but he’d never take a virgin with little to no remorse. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he whispers as he cusps her face and leans in to capture her mouth once more.

She chases his mouth, craving more of his sinful tongue. She feels his tip breach her entrance, the slight stretch causing a burn between her thighs. He sinks in further, trying his best to sidetrack her with his lips. He’s big, with things that shouldn’t be there on his length. So, of course it hurts and she’s trying her best to accommodate, but it’s nearly impossible.

Chase thrusts in before pulling back and sinking in another inch. Each time he fills her, she lets out the prettiest wail. Her back arches off the ground every time he moves inside her. “Shhh,” he coos. “Your pussy is taking my cock so well. Just a few more inches.”

Her hands tangle in his hair as he bites her neck, sending pleasure straight to her burning core. Once he’s fully sheathed inside her, he lets her adjust to his size, his feel. She’s so full, can practically feel him in her stomach. The ridges along his shaft have her walls pulsing. Slowly, the pain morphs into something pleasurable. Her cunt wants more, needs the friction so that white hot pressure consumes her.

“You can move, Chase,” she whispers in a clipped tone. She can’t focus on anything but his body. His pelvis is flushed with hers, one hand grips her thigh harshly while the other props his weight up. His mouth is so close to hers, drinking in her pants, nose brushing against her own. 

Chase starts to move, pulling back slightly and pushing forward. He’s taking this easy, savoring the power that’s instantly flowing from her to him. He ruts against her in shallow movements as he watches those beautiful eyes beneath him flutter shut. Her breasts sway lightly along with his thrusts, her cries are almost silent. The tingle at the base of his spine spreads throughout his whole body as he takes a piece of her body.

Her purity sends his blood dancing. He’s missed this feeling. He hasn’t fed in years and he vows to never go that long again. It’s an addicting high, taking someone’s innocence. Demons crave chaos and destruction. And virgins are the perfect vessels for their insatiable need to corrupt and possess. 

Grasping her head, he bends her body forward, making sure she gets a good view of him disappearing within the wetness of her folds. “Look how good you’re taking my cock, angel,” he pants. She parts her eyes a fraction. They threaten to snap shut from the blinding pleasure swirling deep within her, but she can see the outline of his dick between her hips.

Instantly, a moan escapes at the sight. She’s so swollen with him inside her. He’s touching places she figures no man could ever get close to. She watches as the hand that was braced on her thigh grazes over the hump before applying pressure. Searing pain erupts throughout her body and she cries out, begging him to let up. But, he doesn’t. “Yeah, you feel how deep I am. I’m the only one who can fuck you right,” he snarls against the side of her face.

He takes her neck beneath his hand and pushes her back to hold her firmly against the ground. She’s stretched out enough, so he picks up his pace. Her cunt throbs around his shaft madly, causing his balls to tighten and grunts to fall past his lips. Her air is being cut off from his harsh hold, but she feels more alive than ever with the sweet pressure against her throat. Her head is light, pussy fluttering around his girth as he plunges himself inside her.

Obscene sounds of skin, moans, and arousal are the only things to be heard in the silence of the woods. Suddenly, he releases her, the air she sucks in burning her lungs as a clawed finger makes its way down to her hip. While still fucking into her, Chase pierces her flesh, carving the initials C.C. deep into her skin as the blood flows freely. It’s his claim to her. A reminder of him no matter where she goes. Much to his surprise, her cunt tightens around him and her gasps become higher. Masochist. 

“You’re mine. You got that? Anyone who comes near you, I’ll kill.”

“Only yours,” she whimpers back to him. The statement, his grin, it should all frighten her. But, it doesn’t. It only makes her want him more. She feels his mouth sink into her neck, his fangs piercing the flesh and that long tongue lapping at her blood as if it was juice from the sweetest fruit. He bites every piece of skin on her neck, leaving indentations and blood in his teeth’s wake. She knows that there’s going to be some nasty bruises forming soon. Ugly and purple with dried blood caking the surface, but they’ll be there to remind her of his animalistic attributes. The attributes she finds herself wanting more of.

She meets his thrusts as the coil inside her winds tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. Chase raises from her neck, blood smeared across that perfect mouth. He truly looks demonic at this moment. Eyes black, fangs tinged with blood, hair wild and chest heaving. He’s mesmerizing. He brings his wrist to his mouth, sinking his teeth into his own flesh.

He shoves his bloodied arm down to her face. “Lick,” he commands as his hips halt and still inside her. She doesn’t know what he’s doing, if it’s some sick perversion or something more, something beyond her knowledge, but she doesn’t question it. Anything to get him to move again. She takes hold of his forearm, keeping his wrist pressed firmly against her lips.

She licks and sucks his blood just as he did with her’s, if not more frantic. Sparks shoot through her body at his taste. Metallic and dark. How is something so fucked so good? She physically feels herself become one with him. He owns her. Owns her soul, her mind, her body. She gave herself so easily to him, didn’t even put up a fight because finally, she means something to someone. Their blood mixes, their bodies entwine. They’re one. And she needs this, needs Chase.

He feels everything more acutely now that she’s given everything to him. Her pussy feels even tighter, wetter, begging him to leave his seed dripping from her. His blood tinges her lips and the suction from her delicious mouth has his abs pulling taught. He rips his wrist away and smashes their lips together. Their blood mingling on each other's mouths as he slides his tongue along hers, capturing each pained whimper as his pace picks up and he goes deeper inside her than before.

Chase knows she’s close. Her pulsing is becoming more frequent, her cries louder. He knows he’s going to stay buried in her every day and night. She’s his little slice of heaven he never got to experience. 

As his thumb meets her throbbing clit, she arches against him. Every muscle is taught, the tingles consume her to the point all she can hear is white noise as her vision starts to blur. “Let go, angel,” his voice beckons through her haze. “Cum on my cock.”

His thumb swirls faster as his hips snap harsher. She’s over the edge and there’s no going back. Her pussy squeezes the length inside her. It’s something so different, cumming while something so big is buried in her. It’s like her orgasm never ends as Chase pumps in and out of her, trying to reach his climax.

She’s so fucking tight that he can barely pull out. She’s soft and soaked, making his jeans darken in color from her arousal sticking to the denim. Her body lays limp, eyes tired as he continues to fuck her into the dirt below. His pace stutters as he feels his lower half lock up. He buries his head in her neck, breathing in her sticky sweet scent as he fills her with cum. 

She welcomes the warmness that’s spilling deep within her. It soothes her abused walls, lulls her further into the darkness as her eyes hang heavy. She tries to fight the sleep that threatens to pull her under off, but she’s just so fatigued, so sore. She’s never felt this content, this at peace. 

Chase hovers over her. She doesn’t know how, but he seems even more handsome in this state. Chest heaving, clothes disheveled, her blood tainting his pale skin. Just before she dozes off completely, she swears she sees his eyes flicker from a menacing black to the prettiest of blues. He looks like a boy. A lost, broken boy with the bluest eyes and fullest pout. Looking more like an angel than a demon.

~~~

She jolts upright. Memories from the night floods her mind as she looks around. She expects to find herself dirtied, laying in the middle of the forest with nothing but her tattered costume covering her. She’s anywhere but. Her bed is soft beneath her, the only aching is between her legs. She should be covered in marks and every limb should be stiff.

Jumping out of bed and walking to her mirror, she inspects herself. She’s naked. But, her hair is smooth. No twigs or leaves stuck in the strands. Her skin is flawless. No angry red lines from sharp claws or nasty bites from even sharper fangs. She looks almost healthier than she did the other day. Which is odd. Was what he said true? Are they really bonded now? She definitely felt something potent flow through her during the time she spent with Chase. Something stronger than lust.

Her eyes fall to her hip and the two letters that rest above the bone. She runs a finger over the marred skin, hissing after discovering it burns. Burns just as bad as it did when he carved into her. Her heart swells. He marked her. She’s his...but, is he her’s? She honestly doesn't think she’d care if he’s not. All that matters is that someone is there for her and wants to experience her. 

She has no idea what the other C stands for, no idea where this new relationship will take her. But, she’s excited to find out. She wants the adventure and pleasure that only he can bring. Heat breaks out along her neck. Someone’s watching her.

Turning towards her window that faces the backyard, she sees him. Chase leans against a tree as he smirks up at her. His eyes are still as black as the night he fucked her and she hopes that the blue she saw wasn’t a dream. She hopes that he’ll show her those bright eyes soon. Maybe when he takes her in a bed properly and tells her that she’s his over and over again.

[bxcketbarnes]

The Newcomers

Pairing: Chase Collins x Reader

Words: 2500+

Author's Note: Back at it again with simping over Seb characters! Fun fact- I started this a while ago and @thewxntersoldier has been reminding me that I have to finish it since he's her fave. 🥰🤣

You stand beside Sarah and Kate, hugging your arms as the chill of the wind brushes against your exposed skin. You listen as the brunette gives both you and the blonde a rundown of who's here.

"Who's that?" Sarah asks and points in the direction behind you. You follow her line of sight, seeing a brunette making his way through the sea of students with a grin on his lips.

"The new guy," Kate explains and your breath hitches in your throat when his eyes meet yours. You can feel your cheeks heat up when he gives you a small wave, lifting your own hand in return. "Ouh! Seems like you've caught someone's attention already."

Your cheeks blush more at Kate's teasing, her hand slapping your shoulder gently. You clear your throat and tear your gaze away from the guy, turning to face the girls once more. "Shut up," you chuckle softly while shaking your head, hugging yourself tighter as a shiver runs down your spine.

"Go talk to him!" Sarah encourages and you shake your head once more, glancing over your shoulder to see him walking around.

"I could never. Too shy," you chuckle softly while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Yo, Caleb!" Someone yells, causing the three of you to look in the direction the voice came from.

You glance towards the two girls as the group of four walks closer to you, hearing Sarah ask who they are. "Sons of Ipswich," Kate answers as one of them says hi. You notice Sarah checking out Caleb, a smile coming to your lips and you nudge her arm slightly.

Kate greets her boyfriend with a kiss before the blonde's eyes meet the two of you. "Who do we have here?" He grins and Kate glances towards the two of you, her arms wrapped around his waist.

"This is Sarah and Y/N," she motions towards you, "Sarah's my new roommate and Y/N lives a couple of doors down." Kate rests her hand against the man's chest before introducing the group. "Sarah, Y/N, this is Pogue Parry, Tyler Simms, Reid-"

"Garwin," the short-haired blonde cuts the girl off, pushing his way through his friends to hold out his hand. "Reid Garwin. Good evening."

You chew on the inside of your cheek as the blonde's eyes never meet yours, his gaze staying on Sarah as he goes to shake her hand. "Good evening," Sarah tells him and Reid proceeds to inform her that his grandmother has the same name as her, causing you to snort.

Pogue and Tyler's eyes dance towards you with amused looks on their faces as you press your lips together, moving your gaze back to the bonfire.

"Caleb Danvers," the dark-haired and brown-eyed man introduces himself, telling Sarah that she doesn't bring his grandmother to mind in any sort of way.

The two look each other in the eyes for a few seconds before a woman's voice speaks. "Hey, Caleb," the one known as Kira greets with a grin on her lips, stepping in between him and Sarah.

You roll your eyes at the girl's behavior, already figuring out that she's kind of a bitch. You zone out of the conversation as you wish you brought a stupid coat to this party. 

"Excuse me?!" A high-pitched voice calls out and you snap out of your thoughts, seeing Kira standing in front of you. "I'm talking to you."

Your brows furrow and glance towards Sarah for a few seconds. "Okay? What did you say?" You ask her and the girl scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

"How is it that both of you got into Spencer? Fuckin' airheads," she rolls her eyes.

"Okay, Kira, why don't you give it a rest?" Caleb asks, causing the brunette to turn and face him when Aaron shows up.

"Why don't you give it a rest?" He repeats, standing a couple of inches from Caleb.

What is happening right now? You think to yourself as Aaron and Caleb get into a little argument. The jock pushes the mysterious brunette, causing Caleb to stumble back slightly before the new kid steps in between them.

You watch as his hands rest on Aaron's chest before his gaze moves to Kira. "You were being kind of bitchy," he states and your stomach does flips at the sound of his voice. Your eyes meet his once more, seeing how blue his irises are.

You're snapped out of your gaze when one of Aaron's friends starts to vomit on him. You cover your mouth with your hand, taking a few steps back when the music suddenly stops.

"Guys! Dylan just texted and said that he saw three cop cars headed this way on Old Dell Road!" One of the DJsspoke into the mic, causing everyone to slightly panic before breaking out into a run.

You follow the group of friends, rubbing your arms as you cautiously look around. You've never been a fan of the woods and walking around them in the dead of night isn't exactly fun for you.

A jacket gets placed on your shoulders as Caleb asks Kate if the three of you have a ride. You glance to your left to see the cute brunette standing beside you, hands shoved in his pockets as he gives you a cute grin.

"No, Sarah drove us here," Kate tells him and Pogue asks the girl if he's going to see her once they get back. "It's getting late. I'm just gonna crash. Call me in the morning?"

"I could use a lift," the man from beside you speaks up and Kate glances over her shoulder and mumbles, "no problem," her eyes meeting yours before giving you a wink.

You hug the jacket closer to your body, shaking your head a bit as he introduces himself to Caleb. "Chase."

The four of you walk over to Sarah's car as you and Chase pile into the backseat. Your hand brushes against his by accident and you quickly pull your hand away while looking at him through your peripheral.

You can see the slight smirk on his lips as Sarah attempts to start her car. She lets out a groan before opening her door, telling the group of guys that she can't get her car started.

"What's your name?" Chase whispers into your ear and you jump at the feeling of his breath fanning your ear. A chuckle leaves his lips as Reid helps Sarah with her vehicle, his blue eyes staring into yours.

"Y/N," you whisper loud enough for him to hear, your heart pounding against your ribcage. "Nice to meet you, Chase."

The brunette hums in response, tearing his eyes away from you when Sarah finally gets the car started.

It doesn't take long for the four of you to get back to the dorms, your hands shoved inside of Chase's coat as you all walk down the hallway. Sarah and Kate come to a stop in front of their door, the brunette mumbling that this is their stop.

Both girl's gaze meets yours and the two give you a knowing look, causing you to roll your eyes. You and Chase bid them goodnight before the two of you continue. You chew on your bottom lip, trying to gather the courage to say anything to him as you grow closer to your room.

"What, uh, what room are you in?" You ask suddenly, turning your head to look up at him.

Chase quickly glances at you and shoves his hands into his jean pockets. "311, you?" He answers and your eyes widen a bit at how close your rooms are.

"300," you chuckle and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You glance down towards your feet, seeing the beige coat you're wearing, and instantly remember that it's not yours. You begin to take it off when Chase stops you.

"Keep it," he mumbles and you stop walking, looking up at him with wide eyes. Chase licks his lips before biting them gently, his eyes roaming your face and body. "Gives me an excuse to see you again."

Your cheeks flush as butterflies swirl around in your stomach. "I- that's so cliché, but okay," you giggle and slide it back up your shoulders.

Chase shrugs his shoulders and chuckles. "I can be pretty cliché around a pretty girl," he flirts and you look away from the guy, your cheeks beginning to hurt by how much you're smiling.

"Shut up," you laugh and push him playfully. You come to a stop in front of your door, pulling your keys out of the pocket. "Well, this is me."

The brunette smiles and looks towards your door for a few seconds before glancing back down at you. "It was nice to meet you. I'll see you around?" Chase asks and you lick your lips, smirking up at him.

"Well, I have to give you your jacket back, so yeah," you inform him jokingly. You lean on your toes and press a gentle kiss to his cheek, your cheeks flushing.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Chase."

-

"Come on," Chase begs as the two of you walk towards your class, his blue eyes looking down at you. "You have to come tonight. The girls are going to be there if it makes you feel better."

A laugh leaves your lips as the brunette stops you from moving forward, the two of you standing in the middle of an empty hallway. "Chase, I really need to study for this exam. We can't all be smart like you," you tell him and you watch his tongue lick his lips.

"Just for an hour or two? I'm begging you," he mumbles and moves closer to you. Your breath hitches in your throat as the two of you stand inches apart, your chest almost brushing against his.

You look up at him through your lashes, feeling his fingertips brush your forearm. A sigh leaves your lips as you tear your gaze away from him and glance at your feet. "Fine, but only for a few hours!" You cave and the biggest grin comes to Chase's lips.

"You won't regret it, I promise!" He laughs while draping one of his arms over your shoulder.

"I better not," you giggle while leaning into the brunette's touch. "Also, you owe me a drink."

Chase smirks and leans down to whisper into your ear, "gladly." A shiver runs down your spine and you stifle a laugh, the grip on your books tightening as the two of you walk into the classroom.

You feel his hand slide across your lower back as you head to your assigned seat. You sit down in between Sarah and Kate, feeling their eyes on you as you get situated before class starts.

"So," Kate draws out and you glance towards her, seeing a smirk on her lips,  "you and Chase seem to be getting along well."

You lick your lips and glance over at the brunette. "Yeah, he's… he's something else for sure," you giggle while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You guys should go for it. The two of you are definitely into each other," Sarah mentions and your eyes widen a bit.

"Oh, no, no. He's- He's just being nice. There's no way he would go for me," you stutter and look between the two girls.

Kate scoffs and pushes your arm causing you to giggle slightly. "Girl, that's incorrect. Chase is totally into you," she wiggles her eyebrows and you bite your lip gently. "We'll be at the bar tonight… try to get close to him."

"Yeah, we'll see," you mumble and glance towards Chase, his blue eyes meeting yours. You smile at him and wave your hand, feeling your heart pounding against your chest.

You, Sarah, and Kate walk into the bar as Chase follows closely behind you. You look over your shoulder at him and he smiles down at you. "What do you want to drink?" The brunette asks you and you nod your head in response.

"I'll just have a vodka-soda," you inform him and Chase mutters alright before heading towards the bar.

You sit down beside Kate at a table in front of the Foosball Tables. You glance towards the bar to see Chase leaning against it as he talks to the bartender. You bite your lip gently as his blue eyes meet yours from across the room, a smile coming to his pink lips.

"You're so smitten by him it's disgusting," Kate laughs while nudging your arm with hers. You roll your eyes playfully as Chase comes back with two drinks in his hand.

"For you," he grins, setting the glass down in front of you. Chase grabs a chair and sits beside you, feeling his leg brush against yours.

You take a few sips of the cocktail, humming in delight as the liquid glides down your throat. "This is very good," you giggle, chewing on your straw as Chase glances down at you.

"Yeah? Can I try?" He asks and you nod your head, pushing your glass closer to him.

The brunette leans down and wraps his lips around the straw, seeing the liquid glide up the straw. "That's very good," he nods his head after pulling away.

The two of you get lost in each other's eyes, the voices of your friends drowning out as Chase places his hand on top of yours. Your eyes flutter shut as his face grows closer to yours, his nose brushing against yours.

Your breath hitches in your throat when Chase's lips barely touch yours, causing you to pull back slightly. You bite your lip gently and clear your throat at how awkward you are. "Sorr-"

"Have you kissed anyone before?" He asks out of curiosity, feeling his thumb stroking the back of your hand.

An embarrassed laugh leaves your lips and you shake your head, avoiding making eye contact with him. Chase brings his hand to your face, lifting your chin with his finger so you're looking at him.

"Can I kiss you?"

Your heart pounds wildly against your chest and you nod your head in response. Chase's fingers glide along your cheek as he reduces the gap between the two of you. Your hands grip his forearm as his lips connect with yours.

Cheers from your friends fill your ears and you can't help but laugh during the kiss. You pull away for a moment to glance towards the other's, seeing smirks on each of their lips.

"Why don't we go somewhere else?" Chase mumbles into your ear. "I can give you a kissing lesson."

Your cheeks flush and you look up at him through your lashes. "Is it that bad?" You mumble and the brunette shakes his head, his thumb gliding across your bottom lip.

"Absolutely not, but there's no harm in practicing," he winks and you melt under his touch, butterflies swarming in your stomach.

"My place or yours?" You ask breathily and Chase smirks, dipping his head to quickly kiss your lips. Your heart continues to pound against your chest as he whispers into your ear before pulling you out of the bar.

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