#chase collins x fem!reader

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Kinktober 2022, Day 5: Ejaculating Toy

Riding That Thing

Summary:  Chase loves it when you perform

Pairings:  Chase Collins X Reader

Rating:  explicit

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

Word Count:  1.2K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Put her out of her misery, Collins.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I was daydreaming about Bridgerton, and ending up daydreaming about your story as if it was canon lmao

Whatever the Poets Say | b.b. | 10

Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Drug use lol

Author’s Note: Yesss my goal is to always be considered canon haha

Series Masterlist | Talk to Me!

Dearest readers,

Walks in the park should be romantic and carefree. But today’s walk did not seem to be nearly as carefree as one Miss Everly would have preferred. She was seen earlier today returning home without her father or fiance, but instead with Miss Eloise Bridgerton. Though Miss Eloise did not seem certain as to why she was being pulled like a dog on a leash.

Miss Everly and Mr. Bridgerton were seen speaking with Lady Cowper and Miss Cressida Cowper. And this author and the ton know well what those two are like. Perhaps there was a squabble between the four of them. 

Whatever the reason, it was overshadowed by the Viscount Bridgerton falling into the lake shortly after Miss Everly’s departure. While I am sure Lord Bridgerton was less than thrilled with the experience, rest assured that all the ladies of the ton were very interested in the view. Perhaps he should get thicker shirts from his tailor. Or perhaps not –if we are lucky, he will fall in the lake more often.

Yours Truly,

Lady Whistledown

Taking a walk in the park certainly should not have been such an overwhelming experience. All she had to do was enjoy the sun, make small talk, show off her engagement ring, and whisper about how ridiculous it all was with Benedict. It should have been a simple outing with their families, enjoying each other’s company. 

What it turned out to be was an absolute nightmare. Everyone had questions about Lady Everly’s death. They all asked how she was faring, and how she could be so happy even with her mother’s tragic passing. It was not a slew of congratulations or simple hellos. No, instead it was a bombardment of overwhelming questions, guilt tripping, and reminders that her mother was, in fact, gone. Benedict steered conversations away from the topic as well as he could, but meddling mothers and gossipy women of the ton did not seem to care. They were all curious and eager to rip off the bandages that were holding her together.

They were given a bit of reprieve from people when the Everly’s, Sharma’s, and Bridgerton’s set up their spot in the grass. Lady Danbury, as well as Lord Everly, Lady Mary and Lady Bridgerton took to whispering amongst each other as Gregory and Hyacinth took off chasing one another. Eloise sat in the grass with her book as Collin stepped away to greet Penelope who was making her way over. Edwina and Anthony, along with Kate, walked off towards the docks. Which left her and Benedict, lounging in the grass together.

She crossed her ankles, resting her hands in her lap as she looked out over to the lake. “Today certainly isn’t going how I expected it to.”

“And how did you expect it to go?” Benedict asked sincerely, laying down now in the grass and looking up at the sky.

She glanced over at him, smiling softly at how handsome he was in the sun. “I knew people would be curious about how I was faring since my mother passed, but I did not think that was all they would talk about.” Benedict hummed in response, nodding in agreement as she continued speaking. “Or, at the very least, they would not be making me feel so bad about becoming engaged. As if it was wrong of me to do so.” 

Benedict tapped her arm, and she glanced down at him with her brow furrowed. “Join me.” 

He motioned for her to lay back, and she shook her head. “Benedict, do you want to get us into trouble?”

“Always,” he teased, tugging gently on the ribbon that was tied around her waist. “What do they think will happen? That I’ll ravage you in the middle of the park with our families around?”

She covered her mouth with her hand, laughing from the sheer shock that he’d say something so devilish within earshot of anyone. Finally, she laid down beside him in the grass. Eloise was watching from the corner of her eye, grinning to herself as Benedict pointed up into the sky.

“What do you see in the clouds?” 

She glanced at him, brow raised. “What do you mean, what do I see? They’re just clouds.”

“Have you never looked to the clouds and found shapes in them?” He asked, genuinely surprised. 

“Mother didn’t think it was appropriate for ladies to lay on their backs in the dirt, Benedict,” she reminded him.

“And yet you’ve done so several times –”

“Benedict,” she hissed, smacking his chest as he laughed. 

He pointed to the sky again, drawing her attention back to the clouds. “Look closely, and tell me what you see.”

She stared at the clouds for a long time, unable to to see much else besides the pillowy fluff of the clouds. There wasn’t anything to specifically see, and she strained her eyes trying to pick anything out. Perhaps she wasn’t as observant as she liked to think; she couldn’t find anything in the clouds.

“That one,” Benedict interrupted her thoughts, pointing right above her, “Looks like a rabbit, a bit.”

Her brow furrowed as she followed his finger, frowning some. “How do you figure?”

He traced his finger through the air. “There’s the ears, and if you follow those down…there’s the tail.” Benedict reached for her hand, lifting it to follow the tracing he was making in the sky. “Do you see it yet?” She nodded, smiling now as he guided her hand through the air. He moved her hand over to the next, tracing out another shape in the sky. “If you follow that one down and up, it looks like the wing of a bird. And there’s the beak.”

“Do you do this often?” She asked, looking at him with a soft smile.

“Only when I’m trying to make someone I love feel better,” he offered, smiling back at her.

The urge to kiss him overcame her, and she had to fight back the temptation that was clawing its way through her body. 

“Well aren’t you two simply lovely together?” 

Benedict pulled his hand away, sitting up at the sound of Lady Cowper’s shrill voice. Miss Everly sat up too, huffing at the ruined moment. He stood, extending his hand to her to help her out of the grass. She dusted off her skirts before smiling politely at Lady Cowper and Cressida. She didn’t interact with them frequently –she found both of them a bit rude truthfully–but they both smiled politely back.

“Thank you, Lady Cowper,” she said with a small bow of her head.

“It truly is a shame your mother cannot be here to witness such a lovely match,” Cressida continued, putting her hand over her heart. “She was such a lovely woman. We really thought she was faking her illness, you know.”

“Oh, yes. The last gala the Everly family hosted ended in such a scandal. We were certain she was just anxious about it happening again,” Lady Cowper explained, though she was smiling insincerely now. 

Miss Everly simply stared at the two, a bit helpless. She wasn’t aware of any scandal happening in her family home –none that were public at least. Benedict straightened up some, frowning now as Cressida continued to speak.

“Mother told me all about it, you know. Even before Lady Whistledown, the news spread very quickly. After all, your mother and father had to marry rather quickly after it happened.”

“Now, now, Cressida. There is no need to speak ill of the dead. Lady Everly was a lovely woman. Even if she could not keep her hands to herself. So it seems the apple does not fall far from the tree, though. And so soon after her death, too.”

“I beg your pardon, Lady Cowper,” Benedict finally snapped. Lady Cowper looked taken aback. “There is certainly no need for you to speak to my fiance so poorly.”

“Lady Cowper!” Lord Everly exclaimed suddenly, making his way over with a bright smile. “How have you been?”

“Just fine, thank you,” she responded curtly, motioning for Cressida to follow as she walked away. 

Lord Everly watched them leave before turning to his daughter and Benedict. “Are you alright, darling? You look upset –”

“I’d like to go home,” she announced, looking away from Benedict and her father. “Perhaps Miss Eloise could escort me back to the house.”

“Are you sure you want to go alone?” Benedict asked, reaching for her hand. But she pulled it away.

“We’ll be fine, I’m certain.”

Having heard her name, Eloise had stood and made her way over. Without much of a chance to argue, she linked arms with Eloise and took off down the pathway. 

Benedict stood helplessly as Lord Everly put a hand on his shoulder gently.

“I suppose Cowper did what she does best, then?” He asked, looking at Benedict now.

He simply nodded.

                                               *****

“You are very upset about something and I would love to help you through it, but you have to at least tell me what it is,”  Eloise insisted, pushing open the door to the Bridgerton home.

She didn’t know what to say, exactly. Was she upset because she found out her mother and father were only married because they were caught in a compromising position? Or was she upset because she and Benedict found themselves in the almost exact same position –right before and right after her mother’s death? Or perhaps she was upset because she hadn’t been upset since her mother passed. Her emotions were overwhelmed, and she didn’t know if she wanted to cry or scream.

Eloise led her into the sitting room, motioning for one of the maids to put tea on, and sat her down. “You have to tell me what I can do.” 

“I just…I feel so bad,” she finally admitted, covering her face with her hands as she started to cry. “I should not feel so awful about marrying someone I love but I do.”

“Because of Lady Cowper and her wretched daughter?” Eloise inquired, frowning deeply as she rubbed her future sister’s back gently.

She shook her head, wiping her eyes on her gloves. “Not just them –though, good God, they are truly awful people, aren’t they? They were certainly the straw that broke my back though.”

“Why do you feel bad about marrying Benedict, then?”

“I just…I…” But there weren’t words, exactly, for why she felt bad. None that made sense, at least. “My mother died and instead of mourning her death, I simply moved on and got engaged to a lovely man, and she’s not even here to enjoy that with me. Here I am, galivanting around London, as if my mother did not just die two weeks ago. But I do not want to cry, or mourn, or grieve because I should be happy that I am in love and engaged and I do not want Benedict to think otherwise and regret proposing and I do not –”

“Slow down,” Eloise interrupted, patting her back gently. The maid left the tea on the table, hurrying out so as to not interrupt further. “You need…you need to relax, that’s what you need to do. And I know something that will help. Collin brought it home from his travels.”

Eloise stood and ran out of the sitting room, leaving her there to watch the door in confusion. After a few minutes, Eloise ran back in with a little pouch tucked into her hand. She looked it over curiously as Eloise handed it over, opening it.

“What exactly is this?” She asked, looking at the fine powder with a small frown.

“I am not quite sure, but Collin says it does wonders for relaxing. But just a pinch; Benedict put half the pouch into his tea and I swear, he was out of his mind the entire dinner.”

“Benedict’s taken this?” She asked again, watching as Eloise poured the tea then sprinkled the powder –a bit more than a pinch, truthfully –into the cup and stirred it. 

“Just once, I think. Though I can’t be certain –before you came around, he was always at the academy with his artist friends.” Eloise poured herself a cup of tea, adding in her own pinch with a playful wink, then held up her cup. “To relaxing –and taking a moment to yourself.”

The two clinked their tea cups together, and then drank their tea with grimaces on their faces.

“Oh, that is…awful,” Eloise groaned, setting her cup down.

“I do hope it feels better than it tastes.”

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Masterlist!!

Hey guys! This is the list of all of my stories so far. Hope you enjoy!

Upcoming is in italics

Supernatural

Sam Winchester x GN!Reader

Nightmares- Dean Winchester x GN!Reader

Storms of Fear- Castiel x GN!Reader

Bumps In the Night- Dean Winchester x GN!Reader

Some People Need Saving- Dean Winchester x GN!Reader

Good Times- Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

MCU

Preference- How You Met

House MD

Robert Chase x GN!Reader

You Are Mine: Yandere!James Wilson x Reader

Feelings: Gregory House x Reader

Clinic Duty: Gregory House x Reader

RPF

Breakfast in Bed- Misha Collins x Reader

#marvel preferences #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #Loki Laufeyson #loki fanfic #loki x you #loki x reader #bruce banner #bruce banner x you #tony stark #tony stark fluff #tony stark x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker #Thor Odinson #thor x reader #peter parker x reader #supernatural #castiel supernatural #supernatural one shot #supernatural fluff #dean winchester fic #dean winchester x you #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester fluff #sam winchester x you

[nana1000night]

Haunted Serues 🎃

Okay, so since October is Halloween Month, I have some ideas about monster au with CE and SS Characters.

Poppy

Revenant!Steve&Vampire!Bucky x fem!reader

Summary: Moved in with your two best friends is like some dream came true. BUT things go wrong as the time flies.

Belladonna

Jinn!Ransom&Mare!Steve x fem!reader

Summary: You're not sure why, why did Ransom Drysdale amd Steve Kemp, two of the most famous and handsome men in your campus would invite you to join their camp team.

Calendula

Phantom!Chris Beck&Shade!James Mace x fem!reader

Summary: Your job is connect with those astronauts in the Space Ship. But one day, you received a call from Chase Collins and James Mace—and they are both lost in the Space after the ship exploded.

#halloween series #1000drabble series

[wolfs-hunt1]

Power hungry (04/04)

Summary: When your coven sisters find a way to keep using your powers and keep your life they try anything in the books to get it, even if it means killing someone else in the process. But something happens unexpectedly, he happened so unexpectedly, Chase Collins. Would you be willing to go along with him to have some happiness or will you just do what you are told by your sisters?

Pairings: Chase Collins x reader

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Part 3

Not beta-read, so sorry for any mistake you encounter.

Good readings!

obs: gif not mine

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It’s early morning when Morgan returns to your room, she seems to be pissed at something, you just hoped it wasn’t at you still.

“What happened?” you ask, getting up from the chair near your windowsill.

“What happened?! Your dear Chase is also a son of Ipswich, and worse he’s also after Caleb’s powers!” Chase, a son of Ipswich? Then that meant… that he used you and your information about Morgans’ plan. When he said he would help you, he meant help himself!

“I need to get to Caleb before Chase does. And I know just how to.” you look suspiciously at her. What was she planning on doing? “Edith will stay here with you. I can’t have your sweetheart messing with my plans.”

The day goes on, the crackling energy of what’s to come heavy in the air, making the hairs in the back of your head stand out, chills running down your back. Edith chats with you to kill the silence. Apparently Kate had been rushed to the hospital the night before, and when Poge tried to go to her, had an accident. Edith said Chase had caused it, and that he might have been the one to case all the darklings to hunt the guys. He was in on it since the very beginning.

“What is Morgan’s plan this time?”

“I can’t tell you tall (Y/N), you know that. She told me to just make sure he wouldn’t get to us. Or you in this case. Our success depends on it.”

“I’m not going anywhere, he was just using me to get Caleb’s powers and Morgan out of the way.”

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Morgan, Edith and Vera were waiting for a phone call on their hidden alcove on the campus. Morgan had texted Chase a few minutes ago, saying they had something of his, and if he wanted it back they could negotiate. It didn’t take long for her phone to ring, Chase’s name displayed on the screen.

“Yes?” she sings out sweetly.

“Drop your pretenses little viper. Were’s (Y/N)?”

“Now, now, is that any way to talk to a girl? I would take a lighter tone, after all, her life is on my hands for as long as I want to.” Chase sighs on the other end and seems to relent.

“What do you want in return?”

“Let’s talk business then. You are after Colin’s power, but so am I, and if you wanna see her ever again, you’ll help me get them to myself.” she’s twirling a piece of hair between her fingers, confidence dripping out of every pore.

“And if I don’t? What if I get his powers just to myself and come after you? What then?”

“If you ever do that and lay a finger on me, say goodbye to her. I will not hesitate to kill her.” there’s a long pause on his end, so long Morgan starts to worry he had hanged up on she hears him again.

“Fine, as you will it. Meet me at the Putnam barn tonight.” she hangs up the fone and after a few seconds, a grin spreads across her painted lips.

“I told you, girls, he would crack if we threatened (Y/N).”

“But… We aren’t really going to hurt (Y/N) right?” Vera asks unsure of Morgans’ real intentions. Since she had found that mention in an old moth-eaten book about stealing someone’s powers, she had been behaving more aggressively towards them all. So knowing if she would really hurt one of her coven sisters was important.

“Vera! I’m hurt you even thought that. I would never, and that’s why I asked Edith to stay with (Y/N). Chase is crafty, I can’t have him taking her from us and hurting her. He clearly put a spell on her so she would fall for him. We need to help her snap out of it.”

“Why would Tyler warn us about Chase thought?” Gwen asks.

“I guess that even with all our fights they don’t exactly want us getting hurt. Besides he’s mostly like (Y/N) if he can stay out of it he will.” Vera answers, some color blossoming on to her cheeks.

“It’s him isn’t it, the mysterious boy you’ve been sneaking out whit!” Gwen sais this in an accusatory tone, but giggles right after. “You two are cute together.” Vera looks down in embarrassment, and then slowly up to look at Morgan.

“You aren’t mad, right?”

“Honestly I still hate their guts. But we would all be in danger if it wasn’t for him so I’ll tolerate it. Although with what we will be doing I don’t know if he’ll want to be with you again. You aren’t chickening out from our plan, right?”

Vera looks down, thinking about what to do, but Morgan doesn’t let her much time for thinking.

“Fine, I’ll go there myself, you go to the dance with your sweetheart. And you can go back to your sister. I’ll be just fine on my own.” she storms out, not letting any of the two talk her out of it.

‘If I want anything done I gotta do it myself’ she grumbles to herself, while walking to her car and driving away. Once she got home her mother presented her with a pink cake and a hug.

“Almost time, just a few more minutes and you’ll be 18.” she says proudly.

“Just a few more minutes and I’ll ascend.”

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“(Y/N), are you sure you’ll be fine on your own?” Edith asks unsure of leaving you and defying Morgan.

“You promised Jason you would go with him to the dance, don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine here on my own. And I promise no to tell Morgan about it. She won’t need to know.” at this Edith nods and moves to hug you before leaving the room to go to the dance. You turn around to go and lay down on the bed when the appearance of Chase right in front of you makes you scream until he puts his hand in front of your mouth and makes your back hit the wall.

“Shhh. No need to scream baby, I won’t hurt you.” he tries to kiss you, but you push him, and move away from the wall.

“What are you doing here?” you cross both of your arms over your chest, “I don’t ever want to see your manipulative face ever again. Go. Go!”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I know you’ve been using me just to get to know Morgans plans for Caleb, and I’m done! All that talk of being myself and not follow every order of others, you were just trying to make me trust so so I would tell you what she was planing.”

“What? No, baby, no that’s not it. Yes, I knew from the beginning you girls were like us, but I never tried to manipulate you. Ever. I didn’t plan on it, but I fell for you, hard, and so I tried to get every bit of your attention I could get. The fact you told me Morgan was also planning on taking Caleb’s powers was coincident, I never manipulated you into telling me that. In fact, she’s the one manipulating me now, she’s making me help her get Caleb’s powers or she said she’d hurt you. I only came here to take you so that nothing would happen to you, I couldn’t forgive myself if I ever let anything happen to you.” you were stunned speechless. He hadn’t used you, but you were being used against him by Morgan.

They were both after Caleb’s powers. They were addicted to it and wanted more and more to satiate their cravings. They were power hungry, and that made them irrational sometimes. Morgan didn’t care for consequences to her or your coven to get the power, and Chace, he had literally sent Katy and Poge to the hospital.

“Come with me, let me protect you, let’s be free together, with no one to tell us what to do, we make our own rules.” he extends his hand at you, looking at you expectantly waiting for an answer. When you don’t answer him or make to move he retreats his hand. “It’s ok I’ll let you think about it. I’ll be at Putnam’s barn tonight where it all ends for Chase, one way or another. I’ll wait for you until sunrise, if you don’t show up I’ll have my answer, and I’ll leave.” when you blink next, he’s gone from the spot he was on.

You had your mind racing, and you couldn’t even make out your own thoughts from how fast they were going. There was too much information. Too much at risk. Leave with him, or stay with your coven. Your head was starting to hurt, so you move to lay down on the plush cover of your bed. You looked at your clock, it read 10:17pm, you had to make a decision, without a car it was still a long walk to the barn. IF you did decide to go with him that is.

You sigh heavily after a few minutes. You couldn’t deny that you were attracted to Chase, and he did make you feel like on top of the world. And you would also be able to call up your friends whenever not having to abandon the coven at all. Besides, it would happen sooner or later, you’ve all started looking into universities, and not all of you were going for the same. Just a matter of time.

Making up your mind you grab your jacket and leave the room, making your way through the corridors to the frigid night air. You hasten your pace, a few drops of rain splashing on your cheeks. You are almost to the barn when you hear a low crash and look up just in time to see a body being flung out of the broken window, crashing to the ground unceremoniously and staying down. You are getting closer when you hear Chase and see in getting out of the barn.

“Just say the words. Say the words, and it’s all over.” Chase kneels over Caleb and grabs at his neck, bringing their faces closer “C'mon, say it! Say the words!” the next thing you know Caleb is sending Chase though the air with a kick and getting back up again. Morgan comes out of the barn and throws a blast at Chase.

“You aren’t getting rid of me so easily!” Chase easily deflects it, but you can see Morgan readying another attack.

“Stop this madness all of you!” you scream at them making your presence known. But for the most part, they seem to ignore it, Chace and Caleb continuing to throw blows at each other, one reflected blast landing close to where you were standing before.

“Dont you dare interfere (Y/N), you should have stayed locked in your room!” Morgan screams at you, stopping her attacks for a few seconds to look at you. But your attention is soon diverted to Chase when he goes flying in the air, landing near the barn. You run up to him almost slipping on the muddy ground.

“Chase! Chase are you alright?” he looks at you and grins before getting up and starting to run at Caleb, trowing bore blows his way. Caleb manages to stop one of them when lighting hits him straight in the chest. The bubble on his hands flashes a different color and your eyes widen, while he throws it at Chase.

“NO!” you scream running in the direction of Chase to try and stop the blow, but it was too late, it had fazed trough him, throwing him in your direction and exploding in the air, enveloping the both of you in a sea of red flames. Disappearing as fast as it had appeared.

“(Y/N)? Where are they?” Morgan asks stunned, moving to the place her friend had stood just before she disappeared. She turned to Caleb a vicious look on her face. “You! What did you do to them?!” she runs in his direction, tears mingling with the rain, banging on his chest until her sobs take over.

The fire in the barn was soon put out by the fire department, both Sarah Caleb and Morgan where examing and released after major scratches had been patched up. The sun was rising slowly in the horizon and the rain had more than stoped. A fireman comes closes to you, dirt and aches covering his face.

“We search the entire area, we didn't find anybody.”

“What?” Morgan’s raspy voice lets out.

“How can that be?” asks Sarah. Caleb looks at her before answering.

“I don’t know.” and driving off.

#x reader #chase collins #fluff #Chase Collins x reader #romance #witches #fem reader #my writing

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

Pacify Her (Chase Collins AU) (Sneakpeak)

Lemon oneshots that inspired me to create this into a series: Part 1  Part 2 

Characters: (18+) SugarBaby!Sub!Chase Collins x You 

Overview: Your life has been full of conceit, deceit and malfeasance. Born with a golden spoon in her mouth, Y/N has her life with burdens weighing on her shoulders. With men crawling before her and only one purpose in their minds, it was to be the successor on the wealth that she and her family had. Little did the fellows know, she was married and was one manipulative, ruthless, wealthy dame and she knew one man's plan if she sees fit.

Thus, her mindset didn't phase one mischievous, cunning and obscure man who had his coverts kept where humans couldn't bother to even know because it was too atrocious to start.

One man who had a dour heart who'll manage to corrupt you in the most sinful way. Though, he didn't know that the wickedness he had would bind with yours. He was different among the flocks of men, literally and philosophically because he certainly didn't mind the sins which will soon live upon you both. Those sins that would eat you both alive. 

Chase Collins is your evil, witchy, baby boy. The only baby boy you owned, wanted and cared about.

Therefore, he had no right to leave.  

Warning: Sugar baby content, infidelity, filthy AF, There’s a lot? of? dirty ass smut in this whole series (ISTG), Toxic relationship. Reader's one toxic bitch. (18+) This can be quite dark? Hehehe? SUB CHASE COLLINS! I don’t even know if that’s considered a warning? Hehehhe. 

A/N: I’ll be creating a Masterlist for this once I finish writing the 1st chapter for this series of mine. Tell me what you think about this! I just wanted to try and see if y’all will like this! Send me an ask if ya’ wanna be included in the taglist!

Disclaimer: GIF'S and PNG'S aren't mine, however the whole one shot and edits are rightfully mine to begin with.

Scourging sounds of mirth deafening the stillness inside the elevator where you were both trapped in. Amidst of the discussion running between the both of you. He needed sanitation. You both needed sanitation, cleansing, stabilization because of what has happened between your dueling. You, together needed some psychological help with all the toxicity fuming inside your fiendish ambitions and regimens.

It was an entire blackout, the thought of a sudden sombre in the daylight was doubting you that he had to do with this. The ire he was spitting out of his mouth proves you why he certainly controlled the power of your building because he was in wrath.

Chase Collins was in an outrage because you had everything wrapped around your finger. Even him and it wasn't supposed to be that way because it should've been the other way around.

Yet, he didn't regret cowering before you like a child whom was scared of his own mother because he was actually one in your life and he planned to be.

"I didn't know you had a husband," He spoke lowly and tauntingly as he caged you in his arms,  his words were like vile to his heart because he sounded ruined, shattered and under fire. He wasn't supposed to be like this, he was supposed to be heinous, infernal and substantial but it seemed like the world rolled on the ground and now you were on top, the one who had the last laugh and it was maddening him to the fullest.

You let out a ear-screeching giggle, jesting him till he would detonate. Chase's jaw clenched from the sound because he still felt the need to hug you and for you to cuddle him back. Treat him like he was your baby.

It's because its true. He's your baby boy. The only one whom you've risk your marriage with.

Hence, you were his little secret where he could find solace in the midst of his monstrous abnormality of trying to be human.

"Yet, you knew I had a girlfriend and you tried your best to ruin us, me." His voice was shaking from anger, wanting to laugh in spite of the betrayal he was feeling. You were supposed to be crying because his resentment should fear you, though all those anguish felt like everything was falling in your hands and in the right time.

He hated you for looking so vindicated, small and almighty when being guiltless should be the least of what you looked like.

Nonetheless, he would still cave in because it was you.

"What's there to ruin when its already ruined in the first place, Chase." Your euphonious voice, he remembered how soughing it had been and it's still there and he hated you for it again because he couldn't stop the way he felt for you and it was breaking his strong facade apart.

"You made me break up with her," the lights to the elevator turned on and off as he emphasized his words with gritted teeth, getting a glimpse of his ruddy face that was making you feel a little weird, a fathomable feeling forming in the pit of your stomach and you were quick to grab onto his black tie that was hanging out of his coat. He stiffened and you grinned against the darkness surrounding you both.

"I didn't," you stood on your tippy toes, warm breath fanning his ears, giving him a weird feeling of just taking you up inside the elevator for all he wants as he was controlling the whole blackout situation. He could hear the jocularity slipping with your words and it was driving him insane.

He was insane.

A witch has always been insane. Psychopathic. Or maybe it was only him?

"You made the choice all by yourself, I'm not the bad guy here. I'm just a giver, your confidante, the only person who could support you in this life you have. I literally give you everything, Baby. Every, damn, thing." your words came out as seething. The mouth against his ear scratching his earlobe that could make him kneel before you. Kneel before the queen as he sees it fit.

He would. For you. Only for you.

You continued your little twitting, the smug grin never leaving your face. "You want me to leave my husband? Is that what you want to be, baby? A homewrecker?"

Chase's lips formed a thin line, tightly biting half of his lips in between his gritted teeth because no matter how bad that sounded, it seemed the only thing possible to say. It was the truth, he was because he was your baby boy. The latter could feel his diabolic state of mind roaring in the back of his brain. It wasn't like he had never been insidious. He still is, especially with what happened a month ago.

Burning.

The barn.

Caleb.

Ipswitch.

His two-month ex-girlfriend.

The will to have that power..

"I do," Your baby boy murmured as the lights to the elevator was flicking on and off in the most chilling way. You've stared up at him, eyelashes fluttering like a cherub watching behind the clouds. He hated you, still. Albeit, the hate he felt was actually adoration, passion or love if humans may call it.

Chase Collins never felt so much connected towards a human before and he loved it. He loves you, yet he also hated you at the same damn time.

"I'm your homewrecker, as long as I'm the only one," At long last, the lights finally flickered on. The brightness making you squint your eyes shut before you were met with a pair of black ones which should trigger you to run to the hills because he was showing you who he was.

Strangely enough, you were more drawn to him than any other woman would. Not even his ex-girlfriend would accept him, only you because you already knew him deep down. His secrets, his mysteries and the certain blood that runs inside his glorious body.

He was a witch. He was one of those warlocks and the thought never bothered you ever because you accepted him. You still wanted him despite of it.

"Let me be the one to ruin your marriage," his smile was sinister, like a diabolical plan was about to unleash. "I can be anything you want, Mistress."

He roughly snatched the tie off your hands, blinking in the process as his once black eyes turned to normal. A fiery gold outline flashing around the blackness of his eyes before consuming the normality of what color he wanted. Now, the hues of his baby blue eyes sparkling against the lights of the lift ignited a beam out of you. You had him on the rocks. You were his. It should end up that way. It always does. The latter's fingers straightaway went up to the first button beneath his collar, hastily unbuttoning with heedful need as the elevator never moved its spot. Chase being the one to control the lights to the lift you had and you definitely knew why. The boy knew you all along.

"Ruin me if you must, my evil miss muffet."

Despite of the depravity you were both feeding off each other, together you laughed as though the perniciousness was making you both satisfied with your lives.

My divider is contrasting with the content of this post of mine. HAHAHAHHA Fook me, Chase--I mean. Yeah. You get what I mean. Gosh, this is so wicked. Y’all gotta throw me in a bucket of holy water. 🤣🤐🤣😎🤣 

XOXO,

TATA (SEBASTIAN’S POTATO BITCH)

#chase collins #chase collins x reader #chase collins x you #chase collins x y/n #chase collins come at me #the covenant #chase collins x fem! reader #witchy #Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan fanfic #sebastian stan imagines #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan x reader #witchlife #witchcraft #sugarbaby #chase collins imagines #sebastian stan x you #Sebastian Stan x y/n #sea bass #sub!chase collins #chase collins fanfic #chase collins oneshots #chase collins au

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Harry Potter

✦ = finished | ✧ = not finished

you’re welcome to recommend me some fics! harry potter | fic recs <—— you will find chapterd stories here!

also these list started out just for me so a lot of them don’t have trigger warnings! I’ll try to find time to go in and put them!

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blurbs/imagines

All he wants by @babyinbluee

genre: fluff, fem! reader | summary: in which harry just needs his favourite person.

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Can we keep him? by @shespeaksinsongs

genre: fluff, fem! reader, after hogwarts | summary: Harry convinces Y/N to get another stray dog.

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Chasing pavements . ii by @ameliora-j

genre: angst, wolf star daughter, fem reader, no voldy moldy au | summary: you were in love with harry. and everyone knew it. harry was in love with you as well, except he refused to admit it. after years of pining, you somehow end up in the arms of one of harry’s sworn enemies: slytherin eye candy, theo nott.

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Don’t walk away . two by @kalimagik

genre: angst, golden era | summary: Harry’s getting distant... you tried so hard to keep him but things don’t always go your way. You’ve been out of it for awhile but you start receiving little notes that make your day better

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Friends or more by @whyennwhenyouareyn

genre: fluff, angst, fem! Reader at hogwarts | summary: you kiss Harry and think it doesn’t mean anything

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Girls like her by @sapphicwhxre

genre: fluff, fem! Reader, slytherin! reader, at hogwarts | summary: harry gets paired in class with his hopeless slytherin crush, y/n, and you turn out to not be such a bitch.

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ghosts by @siriusblackswhcre

genre: angst, gn! reader | summary: you meet harry's parents. but not the way your boyfriend would want to. | tw/warnings: mentions of death

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Harry’s girlfriend by @themarauderstheoutsidersandpeggy

genre: fluff, golden era, jilly alive era | summary: jilly, sirius, & Remus find out Harry has a girlfriend

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Howlers by @ellescrunchie

genre: fluff, golden era, no voldy moldy! au | summary: everytime harry fucks anything up and gets in trouble, there is a bet: which howler will he be receiving?

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housekeeping by @colossalcriminal

genre: fluff, fem reader | summary: When Harry gets a part-time gig cleaning the house down the street to escape the Dursleys for a few hours a week during the summer, he soon recognises the residents’ daughter as his own schoolmate.

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her golden glow by @yrluvjane

genre: fluff, fem reader | summary: slughorns christmas party but with reader

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It’ll be okay by @jjmybeloved

genre: angst, fluff, beginning of ootp, golden era | summary: You're there when Harry needs it the most.

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Love letters by @pottersfia

genre: fluff, golden era | summary: harry writes letters to you with the intention of you never seeing them. Well that’s not what happens me

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Meeting Harry's Family by @gemma-collins-ily

genre: fluff, jilly still alive, no voldy moldy | summary: meeting Harrys parents for the first time

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Mystery girl by @nbivagant

genre: fluff, golden era | summary: harry meets someone rather special one night on the astronomy tower

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thursdays of dark gray skies by @/ellescrunchie

genre: fluff, ravenclaw! reader, golden era | summary: who would have thought that one study thursday of dark grey skies could change so much? | notes: this is the cutest fic I’ve ever read 🥺

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treat you better . ii . iii by @destourtereaux

genre: angst, fluff, Cedric x reader, fem! reader, set during gof | summary: after a month of hints, you and hermione have given up on trying to get ron and harry to ask you two to the yule ball. but nothing sparks action like a little competition... from none other than hogwarts golden boy, cedric diggory.

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Whatever fits you best by @eclipsedpotter

genre: fluff, fem! reader | summary: Harry uses your shampoo and you notice.

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Who he really loves by @itskizie

genre: angst, fluff, at hogwarts | summary: Harry asks you about who he should be with.

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✧ Father dearest by @emmelineparker308

genre: angst, fluff, sirius blacks daughter au! | summary: Your third year at Hogwarts is about to start and with it come a lot of new changes. Harry, your best friend, and crush is in trouble from some man named Sirius Black. You try desperately to keep Harry safe but what happens when you find out some heartbreaking, mind-shattering information about your father?

#Harry potter #harry potter fanfic rec #harry potter fic rec #Harry potter fanfic #Harry potter x reader #Harry potter fluff #Harry potter imagine #Harry potter x you #harry james potter

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"Randoms" Masterlist:

Started: 11/16/20

Updated: 3/27/24

Bold links are smut

Italicized links are fluff

Strikethrough links are angst

*some have multiple, like hurt/comfort are italicized and striked out for example.

*ordered from oldest (at the top) to the newest (at the bottom)

*this list includes ONLY Tumblr works, go to my AO3 for full fics

Omegaverse Service Top Alphas

Omegaverse Ass Grabs

Chris Evans Trying Pottery

Steve & Bucky & Pottery

Some Art I Made! 

Chris Is A Mouthy, Grabby Fuck

More Art!

Chris Evans Reader Insert 

Sebastian Stan Reader Insert

Freshly Post Serum Steve ft. A Tiny Kitten

Desperate Daddys, Doms, & Tops

Assorted Evanstackie (Chris/Seb/Mackie)

Ari Levinson × Reader ft. Touch Starved-ness & Daddy Kink

Steve Rogers In Panties & His Shield Harness Art

Seb As Tommy Art

Reverse Rolls In Omegaverse

Evanstackie Origin & Then Working Seb Over Good

Evans & Mackie Making Sure Seb Is Taken Good Care Of

Evanstackie - Chris & Mackie Calling Seb "Princess"

Just Some Of My Art But ✨Watercolor✨

Evanstackie Fic Recs

What Would A BDSM Scene Look Like Between Evans, Stan, and Mackie?

What About Dom's Under A Desk... Not Their Sub?

Quick Andy Barber × Reader

Assorted Drafts That Never Got Flushed Out (Evanstan & Stucky)

Insinuated Sebastian Stan Gangbang On P&T Set

Sub!Chris Evans & Dom!Anthony Mackie

Sebastian Stan x Reader ft. Heels Kink

Artist Steve Rogers Favorite Art Tool

Dom Exhibitionism

Slutty Chris Evans In A Crop Top Art

Chris Evans × Gender Neutral Reader: Fun In The Sun

Pegging Chris Evans (Chris × Fem!Reader & Gender-Neutral!Reader)

Thoughts On Sub!Steve & Sub!Bucky w/ Dom!Nat

Andy, Ari, & Ransom × Reader: What They're Each Like In The Bedroom

Top & Sub Sebastian Stan × Bottom & Dom Reader

Younger-College-Age!Dom & Older-Sub w/ Hurt/Comfort

Chris Evans Lightyear Premier Sketch

Sub!Ransom x Dom-Mommy!Reader

Daddy!Sebastian At The 2023 Golden Globes

Anon Provided Avengers-Group-Sub!Steve

MORE Avengers-Group-Sub But... Bucky

Pottery-Student!Chris × Pottery-Teacher!Reader

Thinking About Seb Sucking Dick In A Back Alley

Subby Ghosted Chris (or Cole) Thoughts

Quick Lloyd Hansen Mustache Thots

Seb Getting Used By Multiple People 👀

A Little Steve Rogers Selfcest

A Little Bucky Barnes Selfcest

Seb Being Suspended For Chris' & Anthony's Use

TJ Hammond & Andy Barber Meeting At A Bar

Pre-Serum Steve & Fresh 21st Century Steve Selfcest

Skinny Steve Doodle

Whiteglovemanor Provided Sub!Ransom

Steve Rogers Playlist

Nomad Steve Being Sweet & A Lil Mean To Freshly Thawed Steve

Playboy Bunny Boyfriends Doodle

Steve And Feelings Of Cleanliness

Steve w/ Sensitive Teeth

Evanstackie--Sebastian Waiting At Home w/ An Inflatable Plug

Steve & Natasha Bonding While On The Run

Steve Getting Carded

Chris Evans In Art Markers

Andy Barber & Chase Collins Mini AU

God The Bounty Hunter × Cole Turner

Sam Encouraging Steve To Make More Art

Drawing Of Chris Evans' Side Profile

Professor Evans, Model Sebastian, & Student (Fem)Reader

Writing Reference For What Being Aroused & Having A Dick Feels Like

Steve And Sleep

Andy Barber & Steve Rogers Making Out

Brat & Brat w/ Carter & Ransom

#masterlist #my writing #fandomfluffandfuck

[dancingwiththeplanets]

Relief

Paz Vizsla x fem!reader 

     masterlist

Summary: “I know that we’re strangers but something really awful has happened to me and I need you.”

A/N: highly recommend listening to “everything i wanted” by billie eilish before reading because that is just the vibe.

Warnings: angst, ruminating, lots of dialogue, mourning the death of a parent, deals with depression and anxiety, soft!paz, a big brute with an even bigger heart

Word Count: 11k (oops)

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“Death changes people, it brings some people together, pushes other people apart...” You remember your buir’s words as if they were spoken to you just yesterday. They were the words he said on the day of your mothers funeral. “...but you and I, we do not let such things hurt us. We are stronger together, my ad’ika, we can only get through this together. Yes?”

“Okay, buir.” You said. Your wide, 5 year old eyes not fully comprehending the situation.

He nodded, pained, and whispered, “That’s a good girl,” before leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead and departing to the ceremony, your small form in tow.

He was right, death did change people. You remember seeing him in pure agony, as much as he tried to hide it from you. Your aunts and uncles would always be over, consoling him, distracting you, oftentimes just having you stay with them so your father could grieve away from your eyes.

But he never let it hurt your relationship. No, he was the best buir anyone could dream of. Your buir.

He was a proud man, respected and admired by all the warriors in the covert. Fierce, honorable, diligent and selfless. He would and did do anything for anyone. And the tribe respected him immensely. They even elected for him to be the Alor on more than one occasion, and he practically was. But he refused the title again and again, preferring to do all the work without carrying any official status. Even so, he certainly inherited the same amount of respect that the actual Alor had.

“All of the privilege and none of the responsibility.” He would tease, winking at you as the two of you would sneak out of the kitchens or any other ‘off-limits’ part of the covert, everyone turning a blind eye to your buir and ad’ika antics. Mainly just because they respected him too much to chastise you.

Truly though, he was a very respectable man. He trained the little ones, led hunts and security protocols for the covert, found lost Mandalorians and brought them home to the tribe. He dedicated his life to building the strongest and most operational covert that Mandalorians had seen in years. And he did it all for you. All so that you would have a safe place to grow up, so that you would lose as few brothers and sisters, and as few aunts and uncles as possible. So that you wouldn’t lose anyone just as suddenly as you’d lost your mother.

But he never prepared you for the day you would lose him.

The two of you were unimaginably close, so close that now you regretted ever developing a relationship that strong with him even if he was your father, because look at what it got you.

How were you supposed to go on? What was your life without your buir? What was this covert without your buir?

You look around the room, dozens and dozens of armored warriors here to pay their respects to your father, his body already having been buried.  The tears leak out of your eyes without reserve as you hold tightly to your friend's hand, scanning the room for the comfort of your boyfriend. “He’ll be here soon” She whispers, though you sense doubt in her voice, “I’m sure of it.”

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You’re not sure what time it is, only that you’ve spent yet another restless night collecting tears in your pillow. Your booted feet pad down the deserted hallway of the covert. It’s aboveground, hidden beneath the treelines of a dense forest on a nearly desolate planet. It’s beautiful, unlike most every other secret covert that exists, though very few do. It has bulletproof glass paneling all around to allow for light to peek in through the trees. It’s warm and inviting instead of cold and gloomy.

“We need a home. Not a prison.” Buir had said.

You wince, face contorting in pain at the memory of him sharing the design with you. He had a dream. He wanted to live the way he used to, on Mandalore. Embracing nature and training warriors in the traditional way. He wanted your small tribe to grow into the hundreds. And that it did, well, to just over a hundred at least.

The most recent tribe came in from Nevarro, about seven months ago. He’d managed to track them down and get into contact with their Alor. Though some members of their tribe were reluctant to merge- they always are- they soon decided to join forces with your own, strengthening your numbers. Plus, they got to move to a much more beautiful, safe, and spacious planet.  

Regrettably, you hadn’t gotten to know many members of the new tribe still. They were...different. Still pleasant from the interactions you’d had with them at least, good sense of humor and all, but they were devoted to the old ways of Mandalore, conservative, reserved, passionate. Most unusually they didn’t arrive with any women in their tribe, aside from their Alor. For some reason odd, universal reason, Mandalorian women were hard to come by. It was a troubling issue that distressed many people in the tribe, in any tribe. It felt like a curse on your people. But this tribe literally had only one. They obviously cherished and admired her immensely, they made her their Alor.

Also, their creed didn’t allow for them to remove their helmets, a drastic difference from the one you had sworn that didn’t even require you wear your armor all the time, though you and most everyone almost always did. You were still Mandalorian; Training, honor, armor...they were still as big a part of you as your soul was to your body. But everyone around here knew your face, and vice versa, even if you did spend most of your life behind the shield.

This week however, you couldn't bring yourself to put it on once. Hell, you didn’t even bother with your flight suit. You just stayed locked up in your tiny room all day and night, only leaving when you were forced out by your friends. “It’s for your own good,” they would say. You suppose they were right, but no matter how good of friends they were to you right now, their company seemed to make it all worse.

A part of you wanted Collin, your boyfriend of two years, but he seemed to disappear from sight every time you caught his eye, an action that made your friend, Brie, chase after him in a rage the last time. He had been so blatantly obvious. You were in tears, yet again, mourning your father, yet again, when you caught the flash of his grey armor slip past your crying form in the common room. The hurt you had felt was unimaginable. The betrayal. You know that your relationship was strained as of late, but this, the death of your father, how could he not be around for you? Even if just as a friend?

So here you were. Another sleepless night, another late hour gone by without the noisy comfort of the of the tribe at work. Your head was pounding from the tears, the dehydration and the pain. The kriffing pain.

This time you couldn’t do it. You couldn't stay trapped within the dark walls of your room any longer, quickly pulling on something decent to wear in the late night or early hours of the morning- you didn’t know what time it was- before mindlessly wandering the covert.

Empty. It must be smack in the middle of the night. Well, at least you could sulk freely, allow the tears to escape without worrying about what a blubbering mess you must look like. A part of you was thankful, this was...kind of nice? There was nobody hovering around you. No visors following your every move in pity or concern, waiting to catch you when you break. You did pass one or two guards patrolling the halls, but you avoided them as best you could, hoping to avoid being questioned.

You finally take a moment to sit, hiding yourself beside some phony shrub in the corner. You’ve wandered to the dining hall. You look around, hoping to distract yourself with the silent chatter of the five or so warriors lounging around, probably on break from late night duties. Your eyes finally resting on a group of three of your vods sitting around, talking. They’re from the new tribe, well, most recently new.

You don’t know any of them particularly well, least of all the heavy infantry warrier whose figure commands your attention. He spends most of his time with the higher ups or teaching the foundlings, and you fall somewhere there in the middle. But he’s broad and robust and by maker if he doesn't captivate your attention.

You listen to the quiet echoes bouncing around the spacious dining hall. There’s hardly anybody here, it must be so early. You groan, to you it just feels unbearably late.

You don’t know how long you sit here, hidden behind the leaves of the plant, hazy eyes focused on the blue warrior. You just sit, staring, he’s...peaceful to observe. His arms are crossed over his chest, leaned back comfortably against his chair.  He huffs at something one of his brothers says, you can barely hear it, but you see the shake of his shoulders before he adjusts his posture and a small smile pulls at your own lips for some reason.

You shake your head. Is this wrong? You think, averting your eyes away from Paz’s form. You feel guilty for some reason, you mind reminding you of Collin. The guilt impacts you painfully for a moment, adding to the feelings of loss and exhaustion before you shake the thoughts away.

No. You think, eyes squeezing shut at the new wave of emotion hurting your already distraught mind. I’m just people watching. Not admiring. This is allowed. This actually feels...kind of nice, it’s allowed.

You permit your gaze to return to Paz and his friends, watching them nod at another couple of Mandos who pass by.

There was something so...comforting about Paz. You don't even know how you can think that? You don’t know him.

You watch his attention shift to his boots which are sprawled out in front of him, heels resting on the hard floor. He kicks his feet out a little bit, watching them wiggle from their movements. His action again tugging the teeniest of smiles to your lips.

You feel a small and brief glimmer of warmth in your chest, though quickly replaced by a pain that pinches from your gut to the back of your throat. Tears gloss over your vision before you’re able to fight them away with slow, deep breaths. It feels as though your body is chastising you for daring to feel a degree of happiness so suddenly.

No. You cower away from the invisible being hurting you, eyes squinting shut again.

You yearn for the slight relief and warmth to return. You need it. It just...feels so damn hard to breathe like this.

The anxiety, the fear, the distress. It just won’t leave you alone.

You don’t even realize what you’re doing until you’re already out in the open. You’d abruptly stood from your hiding spot and started walking toward the source of relief, before nearly choking on air realizing what you were doing.

Holy shit, you gasp, It’s too late to stop walking. You’re already out in the open, and you’ve made it well into their field of vision. If you stop, they’ll notice you.

Kriff, kriff, kriff, kriff, kriff.

The anxiety is burning in your chest again. Your steps falter before you stop, you’re not even sure what you’re doing anymore.

What you do know is that now you’ve caught the attention of the Mando sitting next to Paz, whose visor now watches your frozen form in the middle of the hall. Your heart beating loudly in your chest as you stand there motionless, eyes wide and breathing faltering at having been detected.

You must look absolutely deranged.

But of course, it had to get worse. Noticing the stillness of their friend, the other two shift their attention to see what’s silenced him.

Three visors. There are now three visors on you. Staring down your shaky, frozen form.

You can’t walk this off, you can’t play it cool. They’re already looking at you, you’ve stood still here now watching them for now who knows how long.

What do you do?

Kriff.

You recoil slightly, crossing your now shaking hands in front of you, hoping they wouldn’t notice your trembling palms.

What the hell is wrong with you? Relax. You’re a Mandalorian, just think.

What is the least horrible way out of this?

Carry it out. Whatever it was that you were doing, whatever mission your subconscious had led you on, just execute it.

You breathe in a shuddery breath, placing one foot out in their direction and hesitating before allowing the other to follow its movements.

Geez, walk much?

It’s so quiet in the empty hall, only 5 or 6 other Mandos out on the other end, so each tap of your feet is as audible as that of a bantha on crackling ice as you make your way to them.

“Okay, vod’ika?” One of them asks kindly. You recognize the maroon helmet from up close. Ramsey?

Ramsey, you think.

You nod slightly, suddenly remembering how out of it you must look. Eyes puffy and red, lips swollen, hair in disarray. You feel even more anxious to desert the mission than before, resigning to just get it over with and face the object of your desire.

“Paz,” you say, internally groaning at how pathetic and fatigued your voice sounds. “May I please speak with you for a moment?”

Kriff, what’s the plan now, di’kut?

The question directed at him takes him aback, but his posture instantly straightens. “Of course,” He says, rising from his seat.

You blink back a little as he stands to his full height. Have you ever been this close to him? Surely not, you would remember the feeling of being towered over like this. Paz hesitates, waiting for your instruction. Osik, were you just brazenly sizing him up right there? Great, and now he must think you’re intimidated by him.

Abort, abort, abort.

He tilts his helmet at you, snapping you out of your thoughts. You move for him to follow, which he does. You try to move as far away from the others as possible without being terribly obvious in hopes that they won’t overhear your conversation.

“Is.. everything alright?” He asks once you’ve guided him a safe distance away.

“Yes.” You say instantly, eyes locked on your hands. “I-I mean, n-no.”

This is weird.

What have you done?

You force your gaze up to meet his, noticing his visor tilt in concern. He no doubt already knows what’s troubling you. Everybody in the covert knows about your father’s passing, there was a ceremony for kriffs sake. Paz was probably there.  

Your lip trembles suddenly, embarrassed, and instantly you’re cursing yourself for having put yourself through this. With everything in you, you squeeze your eyes shut and look down, the only way you know you’ll be able to ward off the tears, though you know your conduct is a dead giveaway as to what you’re trying to do.

He says your name, and there it is again, relief. Fleeting and short-lived, but making that one small breath easier to inhale than the rest.

“I’m so sorry,” You whisper in frustration. Opening your eyes to see his feet having moved closer to you than they were before.

Always concerned with the wellbeing of his tribe. You remember. That’s what this big brute is known for anyway, right? You can trust him.

“No,” He says, his tone soft spoken, a sharp contrast to his intimidating form. “Take your time.”

You take a deep breath, nodding your head at the floor before forcing your eyes up once again.

Always maintain eye contact. It’s a show of respect. And you always show your superiors that you respect them. Your dad's words remind you to keep your head level to Paz’s. Or...at least as level as it can be to Paz’s.

The reminder that you are indeed speaking to an alor’ad stirs up new nerves in your belly, you were falling apart in front of a captain. Worse, a Vizsla, Mandalorian royalty.

“Um,” you eventually sputter out, collecting your thoughts. “Well I...I kind of have a weird request.” Your murmur.

Are you going to faint? It feels like you’re going to faint.

“Okay,” He nods to indicate you have his full attention, “What is it?”

“Um,” Your voice wavers, suddenly feeling very shaky and lightheaded again, and incredibly annoyed that you didn’t just opt to put on your helmet for the sake of hiding your face. Only...it makes it really hard to breathe when you already feel like you can’t get enough air. And pulling it off every five minutes to clean your face of newly gathered tears was difficult.

He says your name again, this time slowly raising a hand to your shoulder. You exhale in relief when you’re met by his touch. “Hey,” He says, “It’s okay, what do you need?”

You take another calming breath, soothed by the weight of his hand that hasn’t left your shoulder. “Well first, are-are you busy today?”

What a stupid question, you think. He ranks high up in the chain of command, of course he’s busy. Not to mention, it’s probably, what, 5 a.m. right now? And he’s sitting in the dining hall. He certainly didn’t wake up this early because he didn’t have something to do.

“Not at all.” He assures with a shake of his helmet.

Sure.

You dismiss the obvious lie, staring his blue visor straight on. You can see your pathetic, teary-eyed reflection staring back at you in the space where his eyes would be.

He wants you to tell him what’s wrong, you remind yourself, just do it.

Using what remaining courage you have, you open your mouth to speak. “I...I know you don’t know me that well. I don’t really...know you either. I-I don't even know why I’m here asking you this right now. But, um,  my-” you choke on your words, confidence diminishing “-my dad is dead, and I’m hurting and afraid and feeling completely unlike myself. I don’t know when the last time I slept was or if I’ve eaten anything in the last couple of days. I just know that-that something really awful has happened to me and I know y-you and I we-we’re practically strangers but right now I just n-need someone and I r-really want that person to be you-”

You hadn’t even realized the flood of tears gushing down your cheeks or the defeated sobs suddenly shaking your body until you were pulled into a pair of arms, his arms.

Strong, protective, shielding arms.

You hear the gentle sounds of Paz shooshing you, his hand pressed to the back of your head and cradling you in a comforting manner.

“I’ve got you, cyar’ika.” He hums, voice light and sweet like honey.

You almost don't mind the heavy sobs racking your body for a moment.

Sweetheart. He called you sweetheart.

You feel his body stir above you, either looking around or else...motioning something to someone. “Hey,” He whispers, keeping your head tucked into his arm, “Come over here with me.”

He guides you away from the dining hall where no doubt, despite your best efforts, whoever was in there had both seen and heard you throw your fit. At the very least catching your sobs at the end.

Ushering you around the corner to an empty hallway, he helps you down on a bench, sitting next to you. Your sobs slowly subsiding to small sniffles under the gloved hand moving soothing circles up and down your back.

He doesn’t say anything for a while, allowing you time to gather yourself. Once the wobbliness in your breathing evens out to a calmer, drawn out, pace, he asks again, “What can I do, vod’ika? I’ll help you, just tell me what you need?”

You nod your head, electing not to rub the abused skin around your eyes that was being continuously irritated by tears. “Could you maybe, stay with me today?” You ask timidly.

“Yes,” He responds instantly, “Yes, of course. Wh-what would you like to do? How can we...divert your attention?” He attempts to sidetrack the word distract, acknowledging that his word choice probably doesn’t make much a difference. “Is there anything on your agenda today?”

“N-no.” You sniff. “All my responsibilities this week were redistributed to other people. I have nothing to do.”

He hums, considering your words.

“But um,” you offer, “I suppose it would be good to take a shower.” You chuckle lifelessly, tugging at the unwashed ends of your hair.

You see his form tense beside you, and your eyes widen in horror in realising your error.

“O-oh maker, no. I was kidding, cause I’m a mess and all that’s - kriff - that’s not at all what I was insinuating-” You panic, fumbling for words.

He chuckles lowly beside you, raising a hand up to ease your stammering, “No, it’s okay. I understand. Allow me to...escort you then?”

“To the-” You swallow, cheeks no doubt pinkened by the encounter, “You really don’t have to I wasn’t seri-”

“Self-care is important.” He says, rising to his feet. “It’s the start of a new day, and it’s early enough that you’ll likely have the entire washroom to yourself. C’mon,” He extends an arm out to you. You contemplate taking it for a moment, briefly, again, considering Collin.

Who isn’t here.

“Really?” You ask, stunned both by his willingness to wait outside the washroom while you shower and his consideration of your privacy.

He lifts his elbow again in response. You rise from your seated position, hand hesitantly grabbing a hold of his arm as he lowers it back towards his side, making the gesture less obvious to prying eyes.

You hold onto the crease of his elbow, your other hand mindlessly joining your other so that you practically hang onto him. He tugs you forward, and you begin walking at a comfortable pace.

“Thank you,” You say, sounding stunned again. “I...I can’t imagine that when you woke up this morning you thought you’d be babysitting a stranger.” You mumble, embarrassed.

He huffs, “You are not a stranger,” then he says your name, again. Honey, pure honey.

“You are a member of my tribe,” He continues, “Even though we do not know each other well, I still care about you.”

You blink back your surprise at his words. This man truly is honorable. Caring and considerate and selfless. A big brute with an even bigger heart. You can’t stop yourself from looking up at him, nearly gaping at his words. “You care about me?” You ask.

He hums, looking at your wide eyes staring up at him. 

“You don’t even know me.” You mutter as he looks away. You can’t possibly care about someone who you don’t know. 

“I’m observant.”

You hesitate, feeling another foreign feeling flutter in your belly. 

“Observant?” You challenge.

His visor looks back down at you, your puffy eyes swimming with curiosity. You want him to prove it. 

He takes a tentative breath, hoping you’ll allude his suspiciously observant behaviors of you with the fact that he was trained to be hyper aware of his surroundings. He speaks slowly, “Your favorite food is vegetable pie, probably because it’s a main course, but also sweet. You like to busy yourself with your hands, often tinkering with whatever small, broken objects you manage to find around the covert. Every morning, you head to the training room early to run your own drills and stretch before everyone else arrives. You have a boyfriend, Collin I believe, who you like to align your chores with so you can do them together, except for cleaning the kitchens, which you always try to switch off with somebody else.”

Your eyes stare unblinkingly at his profile. “How-how do you know that?”

“Because kitchen duty is always crossed out under your name on the chores chart, and a different chore is always handwritten underneath.” He says, unable to contain an amused laugh. He opts to only remark on the last of his observations.

You slow to a stop, feeling suddenly incredibly ashamed. “Wow,” You say in admiration. “I-”

You can’t think of anything to say in response, you don’t know anything about him. And here he was telling you that not only does he care for you simply as a member of his tribe, but he actually knows things about you.

You’re overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness, “Paz- I’m...I’m ashamed to say that I don’t even know what your favorite color is.”

He barks out a laugh, surprising you. “Are you concerned with what my favorite color is, cyar’ika?”

“Yes.” You answer, perhaps a silly amount of gravity. “Upon hearing all the things you know about me that most others don't, I mean I’m...I’m touched Paz.”

His tilts his head, visor lingering on your face a moment, and you’re sure that while it was a somewhat silly conversation, he can see the annoying little pools of water that gathered in your eyes again.

He’s silent for a moment. “My favorite color is brown,” He says.

“Brown.” You reflect.

He nods, “It’s warm, soothing.”

“Okay,” You say, hand reaching for his elbow again. “Brown. I’ll remember that.” You squeeze his sleeve in promise.

“I’m sure you will,” He smiles. Or at least you think he does. It sure sounds like he does.

You continue walking on in silence, only passing one other vod in the spacious hall. You’re fairly certain that the Mando approaching does a double take as he sees you clinging to the heavy infantry warrior, but Paz just gives him a nod as you pass in silence. It’s still terribly early. Or late, to you at least. For it to be early you would have had to have slept in the first place.

Your pace is slow, and you wonder if Paz notices the utter exhaustion plaguing your body.

Oh. He must, you think upon catching a reflection of yourself.

Kriff, you look about as good as you feel.

He stops outside your room so you could run in and bag some clothes, before you venture down to the washrooms. You walk comfortably in silence, despite having enjoyed some distracting conversation with him, it feels like the most you’ve spoken all week, and it was tiring, though not unpleasant.

“Could I, ask you something?” He hesitates, clearing his throat. Noting that you keep your eyes glued to the space in front of your feet. “Where is your...uh, Collin?”

He should be doing this. Paz reflects. Taking care of you.

You raise your eyebrows at the floor. “Sleeping I’m sure.”

“Well yes,” He says, “But why hasn’t he been, you know...around?”

His brows furrow at his own words. Well done Paz, you di’kut. First the poor girl’s dad dies, then you offend her by asking why her boyfriend hasn’t been taking care of her. Let alone the fact that you just made it known you’ve noticed his absence. That did not come out at all how he wanted it to.

He’s surprised by a little laugh emitting from your lips. Small and half-hearted and barely audible, but by maker if even then it isn’t one of the prettiest sounds he ever heard.

“Cause..” you sigh, searching for the answer. “-cause he’s an asshole.” You mutter, blunt as the truth leaves your lips.

Oh.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn't have overstepped-”

“It’s okay,” you mumble, “what’s one more thing in my life..”

Paz is silent for a moment. You’re surprised your eyes haven't welled with tears again. Lately it seems like they prefer looking through a blurry lens rather than a clear one. But maybe a part of you expected this with Collin. Your relationship isn’t what it used to be. For the last six months it seems as though his interest in you has slowly diminished. It takes having something fun and interesting for him to seem excited about spending time with you. Cause maker forbid anytime you try to just sit and hang out with him you enjoy yourselves, he’s always got some excuse on hand to get him out of it.

“No,” Paz insists, interrupting your ruminations. “I’m sorry. Perhaps he thought space is what you wanted?”

I think space is what he wanted.

You don’t answer, arriving to the washrooms. Being the only two people in at this hour, the echo of his heavy armor clinks around the wide space. You pass door after door of the enormous shower rooms. Kriff, this is weird. Why was the first thing you thought of when he asked you what you would normally do to shower? I mean sure that was true, but certainly you could have forgone this item on your agenda for the sake of being...proper?

You glance at your passing figure in a mirror and flinch.

Although.

Maybe you...need a shower.

You must have showered within the last few days, right?

“Okay,” Paz says, breaking the silence. “I’ll wait out here.” He says, standing in the communal space with sinks and benches. “You just, take your time vod’ika. Let the water...freshen you up or, soothe you or..some shit.”

Your frown abruptly turns into a wide smile as you giggle.

Victory. He thinks.

His breath hitches behind his own helmet. Kriff, you have a lovely smile. How had he never noticed your smile before?

“Thank you, Paz.” You say, retreating to a random facility and briskly closing the door.

You lean against the door once it’s shut, the ghost of a smile still on your cheeks.

He’s really just going to stand out there. Just so that you know he’s there, that you’re not alone.

“Wow.” You whisper, soaking in the warm feeling in your stomach. It feels like forever since you’ve felt that, giddiness.

You move to turn on the water, slowly stripping yourself of your clothes. You were still wearing your nightshirt from your fruitless sleep endeavors. It was nothing indecent, just a plain, black, elbow-length shirt. Luckily, you had had enough sense in you to pull on a sports bra before you abandoned any notions of sleep, lazily just slipping on some green cargo pants over your leggings before wandering aimlessly through the covert.

You look comfortable but...certainly not like a fierce Mandalorian.

You try your hardest to wash the gloom off your face, focusing your attention on the mission at hand in hopes of keeping distracted. Now you remember why you’d been putting off showering. For some reason, whenever you’re buried under the protective warmth of the loud, secluded shower, at least since it happened, you started to-

The first sniffle comes before you sense its approach, and within seconds your body is shaking in silent sobs.

“Shit.” You whisper.

Pull it together, it’s okay, just breathe. Paz is out there, you don’t want him to hear you.

Your tears blend together with the water running down your body from the shower, making it impossible to discern what is the result of your own pain and what procured it.

You let out a silent whimper, quiet enough that thankfully, you’re sure Paz couldn’t have heard.

Breathe. It’s okay, you’re okay.

No. I’m not okay.

I’m all alone.

“Stop it.” You scold yourself harshly, your soft breath echoing only in your ears.

You are not alone.

Someone is here for you.

Paz. Paz dropped everything to take care of you.

He’s right outside that door, waiting for you.

You take another moment to compose yourself, allowing the last few suds to wash down your form before turning the water off. You quickly dry yourself off and pull on your change of clothes, now wearing a blue sweater and leggings. You didn’t even bother bringing a flight suit. What’s one more day of not suiting up. But at least you’ve still got your boots.

You walk to the mirror, sighing once you get a good look at yourself.

Great.

Swollen, red, angry eyes stare back at you with a red nose to match.

Fuck. You shove all your things back into the sack, giving your hair a final few shakes with the towel before moving towards the door.

It swings open, and you’re met with the sight of Paz leaning against the opposite wall. Arms crossed, one foot propped up against the wall. His visor turns in your direction as you emerge from the chambers. He hmphs, observing your appearance.

“What?” You ask, hesitating to step closer.

“I like the color.”

You look down at your sweater, unknowingly having sported a blue in the exact same shade as his armor. You hide your gaze in your chest, mumbling a half-amused, “Oh.”

“It signifies reliability, did you know that?” He asks.

You still don’t meet his gaze, but smile. Makes sense.

“It is very fitting for you.” He finishes.

You finally look up at him. For you? He believes you to be reliable? “Oh, th-thank you.” You stutter, feeling truly flattered by his compliment.

His visor tilts silently back and forth on your features as you step up at him. He notices your freshly irritated eyes.

“Are you-”

“-it’s nothing.” You interrupt, shaking your head.

“I um,” You shift awkwardly from foot to foot, trying to lighten the mood with an obviously forced smile. “I tend to emerge from showers with angry eyes, at least, as of late.”

Paz’s hand surprises you as it reaches up, gently cupping your elbow, so swiftly you’re not even sure he meant to do it.

“Not angry, mesh’la,” He mutters, “sad.”

Your mouth gapes open slightly, not having expected such a remark from him. He seems slightly distressed by his own slip of the tongue as well, immediately tensing.

His mind is reeling, guilt flooding over him like a tidal wave in a storm. He feels as though he crossed a line. He’s supposed to be caring for you, distracting you, not calling you beautiful when you already belong to someone else.

“I’m-”

“What the hell is going on here?”

Both your gazes snap up in the direction of the source.

Standing under an archway, halfway between the entrance of the washrooms and you, is Collin.

Your breath hitches, “Collin.” You breathe out.

Paz’s hand jerks instantly from your elbow, hanging tensely by his side.

Collin says your name questioningly, taking another step towards you. He’s wearing his armor, but his helmet hangs down by his side. Blonde eyebrows furrowed suspiciously at the two of you.

“I said,” he repeats, “what is going on in here?”

“Nothing.” You say instantly, taking a step away from Paz.

Well that was a suspiciously guilty maneuver.

Collin eyes Paz for a moment, whose form hasn’t moved even an inch since Collin interrupted you both. He closes the distance between the two of you, but still stays a generous space away.

“What are you doing down here at this hour?” He questions, eyebrows furrowed tightly together.

“I..I couldn’t sleep.” You say.

“Again?”

Again? Your father died not one week ago, does he really expect you to be sleeping soundly?

“Yes it’s- been difficult to find the right headspace for rest.” You answer. “I thought perhaps a warm shower would help alleviate the uneasiness.”

His eyes flick to Paz before quickly landing back on your own, suddenly morphing his face into one of concern. His posture loosens slightly and he reaches towards you, showing you more affection than he has in months. “Well, are you okay? You don’t look very good.” Collin says.

Your frown deepens, suddenly you feel very offended. 

“Yeah? Well I look the way I feel, wise guy.” You snap, startling both of you by your outburst. His hand retreats from your space, moving to clench and unclench by his side.

“I’m sorry,” He scoffs after taking a tense breath, “Have I done something wrong?”

“Collin-” Paz’s voice breaks his role as an audience member to your discussion, polite but still warning in his tone.

“-No, I am not speaking to you.” Collin spits out, “I’m speaking to my girlfriend. My girlfriend who you were getting awfully close to in the privacy of this empty washroom.”

Your heart is thumping in your chest. He’s right, this certainly was not a good look. It was highly irregular for you to be up so early. And here you were alone at an ungodly hour with a man who wasn’t your partner. Kriff, how could you be so stupid? You should have known that Collin would stumble in here at this time, he does early morning flight training every week, today must be his lesson. It must have slipped your mind, or maybe you’d forgotten his schedule. Had he even shown you his schedule?

No. No, he hadn’t. When was the last time you even saw him? Surely a few times a day but had you even shared a moment of substance together since the funeral? You’ve gone to him for comfort yet you can’t remember how any of those interactions went. He dismissed you, or offered you a peck on the forehead before changing the subject.

Come to think of it, how dare he come in here angry with you for anything. If anything, you should be the one who’s angry. Paz was right, where has he been?

“You’re right.” Paz says, shocking you and Collin both, your gaze quickly snapping in his direction. “I shouldn't have reached for her. But I was only trying to comfort her, I swear to you that is all. Regardless, you need to relax.” He speaks calmly, the warning back in his tone.  

Collin huffs, taking a menacing step in Paz’s direction. He always was arrogant. 

Your eyes widen, “Collin-”

He rasps out his next words in with a snarl, cutting off your attempt to de-escalate the situation. “Listen here, vod-” He spits, but not before being cut off by a startling quick grab to the front of his chest plate, yanking him forward.

Collin’s heels barely graze the floor as he looks directly up at Paz’s visor, who seems to have grown another six inches, the two quite literally helm to helm.

“You do not address me as your vod in such a manner of disrespect.” Paz growls, his voice sending a harsh shiver down your spine, slightly in alarm, slightly in...something else.

Your breath hitches, frozen as you watch the scene unfold. If you’re too frightened to move, you can’t imagine how Collin feels. Although...maybe a small part of you wishes you did.

“Jare’la,” Paz scoffs, shaking his head. “I am your alor’ad. And I do not tolerate a lack of respect. If you are confused about your place, then I will gladly show you where it is. Tayli’bac, vod?” He spits the words out menacingly, challenging Collin to oppose his authority.

“Elek! Elek, alor’ad!” Collin stammers, “N’eparavu takisit!”

Paz huffs, visor staring Collin down a moment longer before releasing him, shoving him back in the process.

He stumbles to catch himself, grabbing onto the side of the sink for leverage. You’ve never seen him look so...cowardly.

He looks to you, taking a moment to gather himself. Your eyes are still wide, mouth agape as you just stare at him in disbelief. He wets his lips with his tongue, seeming to swallow down another remark, eyes darting to Paz before returning to you. “So, that’s the way it is, huh?”

You’re speechless, “I- I don’t..”

You contemplate the severity of the moment, what’s at stake. Your silence is answer enough, you decide, before opting to look down, relinquishing your chance to speak. With it goes your willingness to explain, to try and salvage whatever pathetic excuse of a relationship you thought you had had with him. “I’m sorry, Collin.” You say, unsure of the words as they leave your mouth.

You hear only the sound of heavy breathing. Two sources of heavy breathing, and neither of them are coming from you. Then, a sound akin to that of a growl. You look up to face him again, only to see his focus on the man beside you. Paz looks back at him, unmoving, domineering, daring him to overstep.

Was Collin challenging you, or Paz?

Was Paz simply defending you or...challenging Collin? And for what?

You feel another spike in anxiety, suddenly feeling as though you were observing a mating duel, a challenge over possession of a lioness, a female...not...terribly uncommon in Mandalorian culture, though nonetheless offensive.

“That’s enough.” You whisper, though with enough exertion to be heard by both males.

You see Paz’s visor turn to face you out of the corner of your eye, but you don’t move, keeping your gaze averted to Collin.

He stares Paz down for another moment before meeting your eyes, saying your name with a stiff nod, and uttering a “Goodbye,” before briskly leaving the room.

You let out an exhale once he’s rounded the corner, catching your breath. That was it.

You’ve lost him.

You stare at the empty door, at the ghost of the shadow where he once stood, waiting for the tears to fall. You feel heavy, you feel distressed, but perhaps not anymore than you already had. There’s not a swirl of emotion in your gut nor rising in your throat that compels tears to swim in your eyes again.

You hear your name being called once, twice. The third time, you look up, much higher up than you’d expected to, at the imposing figure now standing directly above you.

“Are you alright?” He asks softly.

You hold his gaze, watching your reflection blinking up at him. He doesn’t move, waiting for your response to his question. Your gaze drifts down slightly and to the side, staring at the plain wall behind him, before reconcentrating your focus.

“What um,” Your voice comes out somewhat both hoarse and mellow, quiet as you continue, “What should we do next?”

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“Are you sure you’re alright?”

Paz was guilt ridden. Surely he could have let the little brat mouth off to him one time to spare you from getting hurt. But no, he just had to go and threaten the kid right in front of you. It was just instinctual. He would have done it without restraint any other time to any other member stepping out of line, but upon reflection, maybe the whole thing was his fault. Collin had walked in on you two nearly close enough to embrace. Of course he was pissed. And then, he degraded him, ordering him into submission right in front of your eyes.  

You didn’t blame him. Not in the slightest. I mean, what did Collin expect? He straight up challenged the alor’ad. It was foolish and insulting, and quite honestly Paz wouldn’t have been out of line to clock him then and there. But you suppose he was holding himself back for the sake of your wellbeing, not wanting you to watch your boyfriend - ex-boyfriend - get pounded on while you were already in such a state.

“Yes.” You say, emitting a heavy exhale. You really were.  

The halls have started filling with armored warriors, the covert finally beginning to come to life with a sunrise shining through the trees and early risers popping up.

“Vizsla!” Someone shouts, the two of you turn to see Stephan jogging towards you.

“Hey,” He says, walking once he reached a comfortable earshot, “We missed you on that perimeter run. Was surprised you didn’t show up, is everything-?”

His voice trails off, visor finally ticking in your direction. He seems a little taken aback by your presence, or rather that you were within Paz’s company.

“Vod’ika,” He finally says. “What are you doing with- uh, I mean, how are you?”

“What am I doing with Paz?” You smile, “You don’t think I could handle a perimeter run, Steph?”

His helmet ticks back in surprise at your banter, “N-no, vod’ika.” He says, looking at Paz and huffing in amusement. “We’ll gladly have you join us on the next one.”

“Sure.” Paz nods.

“So…” Stephan continues with uncertainty, “How-how are you?”

Couldn’t make it thirty seconds in without having that question thrown out at you.

You hesitate, the frown slowly returning to your face. Should you answer truthfully? Lie? How are you? 

“I’m…”

You seem stuck on the word. Did you choose a word? What word are you even looking for?

You’re still talking. You remind yourself.

Shit, now you look like you’ve shut down.

You feel a hand rest on your back, blinking forward from your gaze that had somehow been drawn down towards Stephans boots.

“We were just heading to the kitchens.” Paz responds, you tilt your face in his direction without raising your eyes, keeping them glued to the space in front of you, ashamed.

“Okay, yeah.” Stephen says hastily, “Well, uh, Jay made some really good morning muffins, vod’ika, and they’re still warm I bet.”

You nod your head in acknowledgement, offering a pitiful smile, “I’m sure.”

Poor Stephan, it’s not his fault you were like this. He’s just checking in on you, and here you are making him feel bad for asking about your wellbeing. It’s just a question.

Kriff, why are you so weak?

You conceal yourself back in your thoughts, sure that you look absent with glazed over eyes. But you can't bring yourself to care. That’s the weird thing about feeling so desolate, you just don’t have the energy to hide it sometimes.

You hear the foggy exchange of words between the two warriors, simply choosing to retract yourself from the conversation and instead focus your attention on the gloved hand rubbing soothing circles on your back.

Stephan’s modulator rises to a more upbeat tone before stepping forward and offering Paz a light slap on the arm as he passes, evidently dismissing the two of you to carry on with your business.

Paz’s form shifts to watch Stephan leave before turning to you. “Okay?” He asks.

“Okay.” You nod.

He hums, sounding unconvinced as he lightly nudges you forward again, letting his hand drop from its place on your jumper.

No... come back.

You walk side by side in silence, trying to get him to walk a step ahead of you so you can follow. But anytime your step falters purposefully to give him the lead he slows his own, silently insisting you walk side by side. Instead, he steers your direction with fleeting contacts. A hand pulling your arm, his gloved fingers tapping your shoulder. You’re happy to let him guide you, appreciating the delicate touches in direction.

Feeling a sliver of life breathed into you at each one.

The touches stop far sooner than you need them to upon arrival to your destination. You notice you’re heading towards the mess hall again, feeling discomfort at the idea of seeing more of your vods, or worse, having a repeat of your public meltdown you’d had just a few short hours ago.

You’re more alert now, having picked up on the light buzzing from the dining hall. There’s probably quite a few people out there now. And you’re not sure you’re ready to face another wave of concerned and attentive brothers and sisters.

“Paz-” You say, ready to object, but not before you’re steered off to the side, scarcely missing exposure to the hall full of bustling Mandalorians.

Instead, Paz opens a door and gestures for you to walk through, which you do.

Oh. The kitchen.

You’ve been in here many times, but not often during the day. Jay keeps a tight lockdown on the kitchen, only allowing his apprentice to be in here during the working hours of the covert. He’s got a considerable number of Mandalorians to feed, yet he prefers to tackle the challenge alone. Usually kicking anyone out who pops in to help, scolding them for messing up his rhythm.

He has no problem allowing people to make their rounds of kitchen duty though, but that only consists of cleaning up the space once it’s shut down for the night. Mopping, washing, organizing...he tends to lock up all the good treats and hide away the key, making the task totally not worthwhile for you.

Of course, being the daughter of the unsanctioned Alor and all, you had special privileges. One of them being you could hang around the kitchen without Jay kicking you out every time. He still did, but he gave you more leeway than the others if you stayed out of his way and only snacked on the scraps he wasn’t saving.

The door swings shut behind you and you round the corner, the clink of your armored warrior just behind you.

Whoa, whoa. You stop yourself. Your?

You catch sight of a red Mandalorian viciously attending to something on the stove. “What are you two doing in here?” Jay shouts over his shoulder, turning back to his frying.

Paz looks around the empty kitchen, “I heard a rumor about morning muffins.” The deep rumble of his voice saying the words prompts a breathy giggle from your lips, catching his attention, before he continues to glance around for the treats.

Jay huffs, motioning with his wooden spoon to the corner, “Over there. Take one and get out.”

“Thanks,” Paz says, his hands lightly resting on your shoulders from behind and nudging you forward. “Nice attitude.” He mumbles for your ears, an amused smile still lingering on your lips.

“Nice signet.” Jay scoffs, evidently having heard, “Or lack thereof.”  

“Nice apron.”

“Okay- get out of my kitchen.” Jay says, looking up from his dicing.

You surprise yourself by letting out a lively laugh. Paz’s hands tighten over your shoulders at the sudden sound, feeling damn near enamored by Jay for having caused it.

He looks to Jay and gives him a grateful nod, who nods slightly in return, so as not to be caught by your gaze, before returning to his work.

You make your way to the tray of muffins in the corner, boldly sitting down on the couch in front of the fire. Exactly where you and your dad would sit and enjoy the freshly baked cookies or cake made by Jay that morning, the small area being off limits to everyone else in the covert.

Paz is certain Jay would have snapped at them to get away from his personal space if it weren’t for you. You’re sat next to him, gazing at the fire that Jay lights every morning to warm the frigid kitchen.

“For you.” Paz says, handing you a small muffin with a napkin wrapped protectively around it.

You smile at him, accepting the gesture, just allowing it to slowly warm up your fingers in your lap. The movements of the fire captivating your attention as the flames dance in the soft lighting.

“Cyar'ika.” He says softly, the word sending a shiver down your spine. “You really ought to eat something.”

You look to your side again, taking in Paz’s appearance on the tiny couch. Its small size having forced you to sit right up against each other. The leg closest to you is propped up and over the other comfortably, his knee resting elevated slightly above your own.

You wonder if you clink your knee against his own if his hand will slip off it and land on yours.

A silly thought, you think, amusing yourself.

His tilting visor alerts you that you’ve been shamelessly gawking at him. Twice in one day.

“I- um,” You stutter, averting your gaze. “I’m not terribly hungry, Paz.”

He hums, “Well it’s a good thing you’re not terribly hungry because all you’ve got there is a teeny muffin.”

“Yes, it would appear so.” You smile, still making no movement to eat it.

Paz breathes in a slow, contemplative sigh. Guilt starts to flood your senses again, he’s done so much for you today, why can’t you just do this one thing for him?

“Tell you what,” he offers, your eyes rising to meet his visor, “You eat that muffin, maybe have a little bit of tea, and I’ll tell you about the time your vod and I went to Jabba’s Palace.”

Your eyes widen, and you boldly swing your hand down to grasp his arm as you straighten. “The Hutt story?” You choke. “You’ll tell me the Hutt story?”

Paz’s modulator rumbles as he chuckles, knowing he’s got you entrapped by a golden exchange.

He nods, “I’ll tell you the untold and widely sought-after story about the time Devin and I went to visit the Hutts-”

“-Deal!” You squeeze his arm, still gripping tightly from earlier.

“Yeah,” Jay utters, his looming figure now standing directly behind you both, “Kriffing deal.”  

“Get out of here.” Paz huffs, shoving Jay back over the arm of the couch. He doesn’t argue, but you see his retreating form adjust the volume settings on his vambrace.

Paz shifts back cheekily with his arms spread around the couch. He gestures to the uneaten muffin on your lap, waiting for you to uphold your end of the deal.

You sigh, unwrapping the baked good. But the thrill of getting to know the story that caused such an uproar in the covert shoo’s away the discomfort, replacing it with a slightly giddy feeling.

You take a bite, looking at him expectantly. He just scoffs, gesturing again to the tiny muffin in your hand. “C’mon, that thing is like the size of a whistle bird, you finish that before you get the story,” He says, with much emphasis on the “before.”

Fair.

You down the muffin faster than you thought you could, much too excited to finally hear the secret tale. You were going to have bragging rights around this place forever. Paz shakes his head at you, lightly laughing, “So that’s all it takes, huh?” He nods to the empty napkin in your hand.

You ignore him, knowing he knows full well the value of this information. Whatever it was that happened when those two visited Jabba’s Palace, Devin had come back damn near afraid of his own shadow. It took months for him to pull himself together. Your vod would literally jump at the sound of an egg cracking open, reaching for his blaster and slipping up on his grasp. It was kriffing hysterical to you and everyone else in the tribe. And you assumed you weren’t really being malicious. Paz had been there too and returned unscathed, and laughed all the same. And even though he teased Devin to no end about it, he swore he’d never tell a soul what happened, so up until this point, nobody knew what it was. But here you were.

Paz turns over his shoulder, “Hey Jay,” He says politely. “How about a cup of tea for your vod’ika?”

“What am I your maid?” Jay retorts.

“You are the cook.”

Jay mutters something under his breath, but you don’t pay him any mind, having heard him fill up a pot of water immediately upon Paz’s request.

You avert your gaze from Paz’s helmet as soon as he turns to face you again. You look to the fire, biting your lip as a smile slowly grows on your face. It crosses your mind that you feel not only okay in this very moment but actually...happy. The fleeting moments of relief you’ve been feeling all morning, small moments of peace jumbled in with all the sadness and the anxiety, were all because of him. This man who you did not even know three hours ago. Who let you cry in his arms, who stood guard outside the washroom while you showered, who defended you, called you sweetheart, made sure you knew he was always there with you. The same man who now sat next to you on the couch you weren’t allowed to sit on in a kitchen you weren’t allowed to be in. Your smile grows wider, and in your peripheral you’re very aware of his visor still staring at you.

“What?” Paz chuckles.

“Nothing.” You giggle, tears gathering in your eyes. But for the first time today, first time all week, forming not in pain but in relief.

“What is it?” He insists, still playful in his tone. His knee nudges you as if to prompt a response.

A tear slips down your cheek and he leans forward instinctively, his hand finding yours in your lap without hesitation. “Mesh’la, what is it?” He asks again, this time void of all silliness, concerned.

You shake your head, your small smile still present, but certainly reflecting more of the emotion you were feeling.

You place your other hand on top of his own that covers yours, trapping his gloved fingers in your two hands, before looking up at him.

“Just, thank you Paz.” You say, admiration and gratitude dripping from your voice.

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He likes your voice, he decides, it sounds so sweet, like pure honey.

His eyes are lost in yours behind the visor, watching another tear slip down your delicate cheek. He can hear the relief in your voice. The pure relief and admiration. Admiration? Do you feel admiration for him? He sure hopes you do, otherwise you might find it weird that he’s staring at you for so long. Kriff, he should stop staring at you. But look at those eyes. Those wonderfully expressive eyes that aren’t looking angry or sad or pained, but warm. He feels ensnared by your gaze, a light smile trailing your features, a sprinkle of tears sliding down your cheeks. He watches one slip down the shape of your cheek, rounding your nose and lips before forming a teardrop on your chin. He watches it glisten, unable to bear letting it fall. Mindlessly, he raises a gloved finger to catch it.

Your breath hitches at the contact, and his finger hovers under your jaw before sliding up to catch another.  

Your eyes flit back and forth along the dark shade of his visor, searching, wondering what his eyes look like, head tilting unconsciously into his glove.

He takes the gesture as permission, slowly lifting his thumb, his palm, his whole hand up against your cheek.

You both feel suspended, his hand frozen caressing your cheek. Your eyes have dried up now, carrying a glow of wonder in them. His head tilts slowly and unknowingly to the side, almost like he can’t hold up the weight of his helmet a second longer.

The sound of approaching footfalls brings you back to reality, Paz’s hand drops from your cheek and your faces turning towards the source that dared to interrupt your moment.

“Geez, no need to cry about it, I’ve got your tea.” Jay quips, perfectly deescalating the tension of the moment. Making it a point to show you he was minding his own business.

“Um, thank you.” You mutter, still coming back to the present.

“It’s sleepytime tea.” Jay says, “Ground with dandisonyl.”

“Dandisonyl?” You ask, more alert, “That stuff is rare and expensive.”

“And strong.” Paz huffs.

“And expensive.” You insist again, looking down at your tea. “Jay, why would you waste this on me?”

He leans down against his forearms, now looming over your shoulders. His smug nature radiating off his posture alone, “Now, and this is just an observation, but you look kriffing tired. And that there,” He gestures to the cup of earthy smelling tea you’ve placed on the table in front of you, “That’s sleepytime tea. And you, vod’ika, of all people, look like you need some serious, quality, sleepytime.”

His statement ends with a pinch to your cheeks, and it’s your turn to aggressively shove him backward, causing Paz to let out a sweet laugh.

“Paz,” You say, looking to the only superior present, “He wasted good, expensive herbs on me. That stuff can be used medicinally.” You say with reprimand in your voice.

Paz surprises you by shrugging, “He kind of did use it medicinally.”

“Oh, alor’ad.” You chastise, using his official title to remind him of his role here.

He shrugs, using his whole body for the movement, before picking up your cup and placing it back in your hands. “I suppose you’re right, alor’ika.” He teases, “So you’d better drink it all so as not to let it go to waste.”

You roll your eyes, taking a sip of the tea. With your nose nestled into the cup you miss the silent exchange of approval Paz gives Jay.

Readjusting your position so that you’re facing the fire again, you turn your head towards Paz, taking another sip of your tea, it is surprisingly good. “Get on with the story then.” You command, grinning at your victory.

“Okay.” Paz says, grunting as he adjusts himself to sit comfortably once again on the small couch, opting this time to keep one arm swung over behind your head. You smile in content, looking down sheepishly at your tea and having a bit more.

“Well, it all started on the ship. I mean before we even got to Tatooine. Devin, being the utreekov that he is, forgot to bring the kriffing-...”

You listen intently to his story. He’s using his hands as he talks, passionate and perhaps a little dramatic. He’s taking extra care to include all the details, probably indulging in the fact that you and, undoubtedly, Jay, are paying him your absolute, undivided attention. You sip at your tea, the taste warm and comforting alongside Paz’s sweet voice. Your eyes are getting heavier, and you blink at the burning feeling stinging your eyes from the light of the fire, deciding that you’ll be able to listen better with your eyes closed, and gently placing the empty mug on the table.

“So, finally we get to Jabba’s palace. And Devin’s already a nervous wreck after that encounter with the Trandoshans, and-”

His voice carries a hint of thrill in it. You wonder if he feels exhilarated in finally getting to tell this story. Your lips twitch slightly, content that he’s trusting you with it. 

Feeling heavier on one side, you allow your head to swing slightly in his direction, snuggling more into the embrace of the couch.

You notice his words trailing off, realizing you weren't paying much attention. Hearing only the sounds of the crackling fire in front of you, you slowly force your eyes open.

Paz’s head is turned down as much as it can in his position. And though you can’t see his visor, you’re certain he’s staring at you.

“Keep talking.” You mutter, resting your head back again.

You hear the sweetest breath of a chuckle sound from beneath his helmet, which you suddenly realise you're very near to. “Close your eyes again.”

“No, I wanna listen to the story.” You mumble, your low energy blending the words together.

“You can only evade sleep for so long sweetheart.”

“We’ll see.” You challenge, eyes fluttering closed against your will.

“Yes, we will.” He whispers. He’s silent another moment, admiring you and your peaceful expression with a smile on his face before carrying on with the story, speaking much more softly than before. The light humming of his voice is soothing, and you notice it growing quieter and quieter, yet the feelings of security and warmth and relief all stay with you.

Paz looks towards the fire as he speaks, trying to draw out the story as long as he can. He feels the light weight of your head resting against his shoulder, not daring to move a muscle and disturb your peaceful slumber.

It’s still early in the morning. Behind the fireplace and through the density of the thick wall, Paz can hear the covert coming to life. And while their days are just starting, yours has finally come to a peaceful end. He listens to your serene breathing through the long pauses he takes in his story, knowing that really, he’s only telling it to Jay now, who notably moves through the kitchen swiftly and with as little clicking and clanking as he can muster.

“-And so, that’s what happened on Tatooine.” Paz whispers, looking at your parted lips and lightly closed eyelids.

The fire casts a harmonious glow on your face, making your features look warmer, livelier, serene.

You look utterly angelic.

He remembers how you crumbled in his arms not five hours ago, pained and distressed and lonely. You sought him out even though you didn’t know him, not knowing how much he’d admired you from afar. To see your normally light and radiant face masked with such despair, he couldn’t bear to see it again.

He watches your sleeping form take a staggering breath, your body relaxing into its position, nudging your face further into where it fell on his shoulder. He dares to let the arm wrapped around the couch lower slightly, so that it rests comfortingly around your form.

“Sleep, cyar’ika,” He whispers. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

He hopes his silent promise is enough to soothe your sleeping form, listening to your breathing even out to a more peaceful rhythm.

“I’ll be here for as long as you need.”

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Translations:

Alor - chancellor Vod’ika - little sister Osik - shit Di’kut - idiot Jare’la - stupidly oblivious of danger / asking for it. Alor’ad - captain Tayli’bac, vod? - Do you understand, mate? (menacing) Elek! Elek, alor’ad! - Yes! Yes, captain! N’eparavu takisit! - I’m sorry (lit. I eat my insult) Alor’ika - little leader Utreekov - fool, idiot (lit. emptyhead)

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a/n two: They both think the other person’s voice sounds like pure honey.. 🥺

also we need more Paz x reader content on Tumblr my dudes. 

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Taglist: @wandsmith​ 💖

#paz vizsla #Paz Vizsla x reader #paz x reader #the mandalorian #soft!paz #mandalorian x reader #angst

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To find the fics I will write, use the #Anastasia's 50 followers celebration

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Songs:

Fluff (Romantic)

Paper Rings - Taylor Swift

London Boy - Taylor Swift

Love Story - Taylor Swift

Lover - Taylor Swift

King of My Heart - Taylor Swift

Willow - Taylor Swift

Crazier - Taylor Swift

New Year’s Day - Taylor Swift

Daylight - Taylor Swift

Jump Then Fall - Taylor Swift

How You Get The Girl - Taylor Swift

You Are In Love - Taylor Swift

It’s Nice To Have A Friend - Taylor Swift

Today Was A Fairytale - Taylor Swift

State Of Grace - Taylor Swift

Mine - Taylor Swift

Delicate - Taylor Swift

Say You Won't Let Go - James Arthur

Naked - James Arthur

Rewrite The Stars - James Arthur + Anne-Marie

I Won't Give Up - Jason Mraz

I'm Yours - Jason Mraz

Thinking Out Loud - Ed Sheeran

Tenerife Sea - Ed Sheeran

How Would You Feel (Paean) - Ed Sheeran

Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran

Afterglow - Ed Sheeran

Lego House - Ed Sheeran

Dive - Ed Sheeran

Galway Girl - Ed Sheeran

Everything Has Changed - Ed Sheeran + Taylor Swift

I Was Made For Loving You - Tori Kelly + Ed Sheeran

Make You Feel My Love -Adele

One Call Away - Charlie Puth

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

Just The Way You Are - Bruno Mars

Count On Me - Bruno Mars

Little Things - One Direction

Night Changes - One Direction

Can't Help Falling In Love - Elvis Presley

Andante, Andante - ABBA

Waterloo - ABBA

All Of Me - John Legend

Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish

Snowman - Sia

A Thousand Years - Christina Perri

Arms - Christina Perri

Teenage Dream - Katy Perry

Halo - Beyoncé

The Only Exception - Paramore

Dandelions - Ruth B

Someone To You - BANNERS

Would You Be So Kind - Dodie

Someone You Like - The Girl and The Dreamcatcher

If I Could Tell Her - Ben Platt 

Absolutely Smitten - Dodie

How Long Will I Love - Ellie Goulding

Angst (Romantic)

Good 4 u - Olivia Rodrigo

Drivers License - Olivia Rodrigo

Deja Vu - Olivia Rodrigo

Brutal - Olivia Rodrigo

Traitor - Olivia Rodrigo

Enough For You - Olivia Rodrigo

1 step forward, 3 steps back - Olivia Rodrigo

Happier - Olivia Rodrigo

Jealousy, Jealousy- Olivia Rodrigo

Favourite Crime - Olivia Rodrigo

Hope Ur Ok - Olivia Rodrigo

Betty - Taylor Swift

Exile - Taylor Swift

Teardrops On My Guitar - Taylor Swift

Wildest Dreams - Taylor Swift

Tolerate It - Taylor Swift

You’re Not Sorry - Taylor Swift

Should’ve Said No - Taylor Swift

White Horse - Taylor Swift

You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift

My Tears Ricochet - Taylor Swift

Back to December - Taylor Swift

Breathe - Taylor Swift

The 1 - Taylor Swift

All Too Well - Taylor Swift

Invisible String - Taylor Swift

Evermore - Taylor Swift

Lose You To Love Me - Selena Gomez

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Selena Gomez

When I Was Your Man -Bruno Mars

Someone Like You - Adele

Hello - Adele

All I Ask - Adele

Let Her Go - Passenger

Say Something - A Great Big World

Stay With Me - Sam Smith

California King Bed - Rihanna

Take a Bow - Rihanna

Broken Hearted Girl - Beyoncé

Tonight I Wanna Cry - Keith Urban

The Winner Takes It All - ABBA

SOS - ABBA

One Of Us - ABBA

Half a Heart - One Direction

Yesterday - The Beatles

If The World Was Ending - Julia Michaels

Colors - Halsey

Happier - Ed Sheeran

One Last Time - Ariana Grande

Why’d You Only Call Me When You High - Artic Monkeys

Play Date - Melanie Martinez

Just a Friend to You - Meghan Trainor

All I Want - Kodaline

Love You From A Distance - Ashley Kutcher

Potential Breakup Song - Aly & AJ

I Don’t Wanna See You With Her - Maria Mena

Let Her Go - Passenger

All My Tears - Ane Brun

Always On My Mind - Elvis Presley

Someone to you - Lewis Capaldi 

Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi

Others

Sit Still, Look Pretty - Daya

How To Be A Heartbreaker - MARINA

No Body, No Crime - Taylor Swift

Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift

Blank Space - Taylor Swift

You Need To Calm Down - Taylor Swift

Getaway Car -Taylor Swift

Gorgeous - Taylor Swift

Bad Blood - Taylor Swift

The Man - Taylor Swift

22 - Taylor Swift

Dorothea - Taylor Swift

Marjorie - Taylor Swift

The Best Day - Taylor Swift

Mirrorball - Taylor Swift

I Forgot That You Existed - Taylor Swift

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things - Taylor Swift

The Lakes - Taylor Swift

The Last Great American Dynasty - Taylor Swift

Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson

When I Kissed The Teacher - ABBA

I Have A Dream - ABBA

I've Been Waiting For You - ABBA

You'll Be In My Heart - Phil Collins

Titanium - David Guetta (feat. Sia)

F**ckin' Perfect - P!nk

New Rules - Dua Lipa

IDGAF - Dua Lipa

Bad Guy - Billie Eilish

You Should See Me in A Crown - Billie Eilish

COPYCAT - Billie Eilish

Count On Me - Bruno Mars

Stand By You - Rachel Platten

Firework - Katy Perry

Because You Loved Me - Céline Dion

See You Again - Wiz Khalifa + Charlie Puth

NO - Meghan Trainor

Skyfall - Adele

Gasoline - Halsey

Castle On The Hill - Ed Sheeran

Save Myself - Ed Sheeran

Supermarket Flowers - Ed Sheeran

Small Bump - Ed Sheeran

Growing Up - Macklemore, Ryan Lewis, Ed Sheeran

7 Rings - Ariana Grande

Bad Liar - Selena Gomez

Rare - Selena Gomez

Who Says - Selena Gomez

I Turn To You - Christina Aguilera

Till There Was You - The Beatles

Sweetest Devotion - Adele

ps: sorry, I'm a Swiftie and a Sheerio <3

Characters

Character x fem! or GN! reader (ROMANTIC)

ACOTAR: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Lucien, Helion, Tarquin, kallias and Tamlin.

BRIDGERTON: Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton and Simon Basset.

GRISHAVERSE: Nikolai, Mal, The Darkling, Kaz, Matthias, Jesper, Wylan and David.

THRONE OF GLASS: Dorian Havilliard and Chaol Westfall.

HARRY POTTER: Harry, Ron, Neville, Draco, George, Fred, Oliver, Cedric, Young Sirius, Young James and Young Remus.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE: Mr Darcy and Mr Bingley.

MARVEL: Steve, Bucky, Sam, Pietro, Loki, Thor, Peter Parker, Ned, Tony, Bruce, Vision, Clint, T'Challa, Scott Lang, James Rhodes, Peter Quill and Stephen Strange.

THE HUNGER GAMES: Peeta, Gale and Finnick.

GREY'S ANATOMY: Derek Shepherd, Andrew DeLuca, Alex Karev, Jackson Avery, Mark Sloan, George O'Malley, Link, Koracick and Ben Warren.

TEEN WOLF: Scott, Stiles, Derek, Isaac, Liam and Jackson.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Damon, Stefan, Matt, Klaus, Elijah and Kai.

NARNIA: Peter, Edmund and Caspian.

STAR WARS: Anakin, Obi Wan, Kylo, Han, Luke, Poe, Finn and Din Djarin.

Character x platonic!/sis!/bro!/enemy!/daughter!/son!/mentor!/or anything else platonic Reader

ACOTAR: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Feure, Nesta, Elain, Mor, Amren, Nyx, Lucien, Tarquin, Helion, Kallias, Tamlin, Ianthe, Suriel and Bone Carver.

GRISHAVERSE: Nikolai, Mal, Darkling, David, Alina, Bahgra, Zoya, Tamar, Tolya, Apparat, Kaz, Matthias, Jesper, Wylan, Nina, Inej, Tantee Heleen and Pekka Rollins.

THRONE OF GLASS: Dorian, Chaol and Aelin.

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one call away. ❆ chase collins

features: chase collins x fem!reader

includes: toxic relationship, manipulative!chase

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“This place gets kind of creepy at night,” you’d told the boy as he walked you to your new dorm. you hadn’t been at Spencer long, but long enough to know you hated the corridors at night. you’d found solace in the fact that Chase Collins had always seemed to be there at the perfect moment, just as things reached maximum level creepy, to flash those pearly whites and bat those beautiful blues until your fear went away. it made you feel crazy, that everything you were hearing and seeing, that strange feeling of being watched, disappeared as soon as he showed up. 

your name slid off his tongue while you jammed your key into the door labeled with your number. 307. once it clicked, and you’d pushed it open, you turned to face him, only to find his intense gaze on your body. it snapped up and to the attention of your own eyes when you caught him staring, and you blushed. “Remember,” he leaned forward to close the gap between your bodies, and you felt your heart skip a beat once he was close enough that the two of you were sharing body heat. his breath was a warm tickle against your nose, plush lips only inches from yours. “I’m just one call away.” his tone was so damn inviting, and all you could do was stare at his mouth, so close to yours, all you needed to do was simply lean in and your lips would meet...

your shyness got the better of you, however, and you couldn’t bring yourself to make the move that he clearly wasn’t going to. was he only waiting on you to do it? you couldn’t be sure. Chase always seemed to be playing some kind of game with you, and what was worse that he always seemed to be two moves ahead of you. sure, he was sweet and incredibly charming, but there was a tiny voice inside the back of your mind whispering a sweet song of caution against him. you couldn’t understand it. even as you said your goodnights and closed the door just as his back was disappearing into the shadows towards his own room, you found yourself still pink with a blush on your cheek. pressing your back to the door, your teeth found your lower lip and tugged on it, but it couldn’t stop the smile that danced on your mouth, that had been so close to Chase Collins’ just moments before. “You’re absolutely whipped,” you whispered to yourself, shaking your head. what you needed, you decided, was a good night’s sleep and to allow your mind a break from Chase. you’d spent enough time stealing glances at his profile in class and walking the corridor with him tonight because you were too scared to make the trek back to your room alone, your sanity screamed for a break. just one night to recover before he would invade your thoughts again, before your crush would take over your conscious mind and your digits would send tingles throughout your body and shivers down your spine when those steel hues met yours.

moments later, you’d stripped out of your pants and rid yourself of your bra, left only in your tee and boyshort panties, and you were crawling into your bed and pulling the thick blankets up to get comfortable. it wouldn’t be long before you were drifting off to sleep in the comfort and isolation of your room.

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“oh, Babydoll, don’t you look ravishing like that? Like an angel, you’ve the most delicate features, the softest hair I’ve ever seen. That’s why you’re so precious. Not to mention, the way you dress, it kills me, Baby, but you know that, don’t you? Sometimes, I think you wear these things just to make me sweat.” his gaze raked over your attire, slowly, taking all of you in and savoring every last curve until he was met with the disappointing hemline of the blanket. the waistband of your panties just barely peeking out to say hello to him. “So simple, so you. I prefer you in this over any pricey lingerie, just so you know. You never have to try to take my breath away, you just do.” Chase, or the misty apparition he projected, stared down at your sleeping form as he hovered by your bedside. he often did this, in fact it was becoming a habit every night. he thought his addiction to magic was bad before, but since he’d met you? he’d needed to see you as much as he could. from anywhere that he could be alone to use in peace, he would set up a nice, comfortable little corner and project himself, essentially leaving his body in a sleeplike state as his consciousness traveled the halls of the dorm. admittedly, there had been several times that he’d followed you straight into the showers, watched you in your most intimate moments, and shared them with you. to him, it was a beautiful thing, being able to witness your purity from the view of a fly on the wall, but it wasn’t enough. he had to have you, all to himself, always. he wanted to possess you, to own you. he had everything else he could ever want: he was powerful, successful, intelligent, and generally well liked (to those who didn’t know better, of course). yet, he couldn’t seem to get a leash on the one thing he truly wanted more than all of that. you. seeing as though you wouldn’t call him unless you were frightened, he found himself using more and more to frighten you so you would contact him. his need to be your savior, to be your knight, was overwhelming, and he would do anything to make sure you would need him as much as he needed you. his obsession with magic was only shadowed with his new and intense infatuation with you. “That’s the beautiful cruelty of it all, Sweetheart. I wish you would just come to me because you want me, I know you do, but you’re oh-so-shy.”  he had to see you, he had to have you, but the more he pushed, the more you recoiled. this was his only option: frightening you straight into his arms. “You’re so cute when you’re shy, Baby, I just wish I didn’t have to scare you so much to get your attention. I don’t like seeing you scared, you know. I really don’t”

his voice was as soft and wispy as the way he appeared in this moment as he drifts closer to your bed, ghostly hand reaching out to brush back your hair. you shift under his touch, but remain asleep. your subconscious must have brushed off the feeling as being the wind or something equally as incorrect but seemingly rational. “I think you know I’m here with you now, little one. Am I wrong? Look at how you shiver at my touch, you must feel something.” however, you didn’t stir from your sleep. part of him wished you had, wished you’d seen his phantom form and realized that he was always watching over you, protecting you, even if you didn’t know it.

for a moment, he thought about how using this much magic was affecting his own body; it was damaging him slowly but surely, each time. he’d been hooked before he met you, but had never used so much.  “I’m hurting for you, you know that? Each time, it hurts more and more. Still, I willingly destroy my own body for you, every single damn time. If that is what it takes for you to want to see me, though. I will do whatever I need to until you’re mine and mine only.” piercing blues, the only distinct feature on the spectral form of Chase, raked over your body as if for the first time, all over again. “If you won’t see me without a reason, then I’ll give you twelve. If you’re too shy to just open that pretty mouth of yours and tell me that you want me, then I’ll bring your deepest fears to life until you’re begging me to save you from them. And I will, of course, because you’re my girl. I will always protect you, you’ll come to know that.” the phantasmal form of his projection frowned as wind howled outside, branches scraping against the window by your bed. he leaned forward, ghastly lips against the shell of your ear as he whispered, “As beautiful as you look when you’re peaceful, my love, I am selfish enough to want to see you now.”

blue hues went black as the darkest night as he glanced toward the window, coaxing a crow to dive head first into it. the sound was loud enough to shake you out of whatever peaceful dream you were having, and his misty form dissipated just as your eyes opened.

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the sudden crash jolted you awake. you were still hazy from sleep, and the confusion only frightened you more as your heart pounded so hard against your rib cage you thought it might break straight through your chest. frantically, you looked around, your mind trying to process where the sound that had woke you came from. just as you glanced towards the window, noticed a small smear of red on it, the exact same noise made you flinch, watching in utter disbelief as a large black bird flew at lightning speed directly into the glass.

with a shriek, you leapt to your feet, pushing back your sheet as you did so, your eyes never leaving the window. “What.. The... Hell?” you breathed out, and glanced around the dim room. it was times like these that you wished you had a roommate. or that Chase was around. you hated that your mind immediately jumped to him. you liked him, sure, but why did you get the feeling that you relied on him too much? he was always there, at the perfect time, to save the day. to make you feel better. it was almost eerie how he seemed to always be around or awake, even if you called him at three or four in the morning. did the boy ever sleep?

your heart was pounding so hard you could hear it ringing in your ears. another crow divebombing into your window sent you back several steps. what was happening? the fourth bird to attack your window chipped a piece of glass out of it with it’s beak, a tiny web of cracks shooting out from the impact as you backed away. you felt your back coming flush with the door, but your eyes were wide with horror as you caught the sight of a black mass, an entire murder, headed straight for your window. they would shatter the glass and be inside, and you sure as hell didn’t want to know what they would do once they were inside. sure, one bird getting into your room would be no big deal, but an entire flock of seemingly sick crows with razor-sharp beaks and talons? 

blindly, your hand shot out and felt along the door until it gripped the knob, your forefinger flipping the lock until it clicked and you flung the door open, you were met by a blast of freezing air as you spun on your heels to run from the scene, and then, very abruptly, engulfed in warmth as two, toned arms snaked around you in a hug. you were face first into his chest, you couldn’t see his face just yet, but his scent and the taut build of muscle and definition just below the thin tee was so undeniably him.  “Chase... What are you doing here?” you were panting, breathless from fear as your eyes rose to his features, shrouded in the shadows of the room. a couple of lights in the dorm’s corridor lain on his cheeks, but only gave him a more otherworldly beautiful visage, in your opinion. 

“I couldn’t sleep, I was on my way back from the library but I heard you scream. I didn’t mean to scare you. Is everything okay?” his story didn’t make sense, but you didn’t care. he was here, and that’s all that mattered.

“I don’t know, I was sleeping, and these birds they just started flying into my window, I don’t know why, I think they may be sick or something but there’s so many and I-” you were cut off by a gentle shushing as Chase’s eerie grip slid up to your shoulders, digits curling around them as he rubbed in small circles.

“Sh, sh, it’s okay. Let’s look, okay?” your name was the next thing on his tongue, but you shook your head.

“I just want to go-”

“We’re not going to let a couple of rabid birds scare you out of your dorm, Sweetheart. Take my hand.” his tone was almost authoritative, and you found yourself obeying, sliding your much more fragile hand into his calloused palm. it all but swallowed yours, and he wore a devil’s grin as he pulled you back into your darkened room. looking around now, you were utterly stunned. no birds threatening to break your window, the room was deadly still and silent. what’s worse is that when your gaze turned to the window, ready to point out the blood and cracks in it’s integrity, nothing was there. no imperfections on the glass. Chase’s azure hues looked you up and down, and you could read his face. he thought you were imagining things. “I’m sorry, you said the window, right? I don’t see anything.”

“W-what? No!” you all but stomped as you stayed close to his side, but pointed to the window. “I swear, I swear, one cracked the window. There was blood and everything. A whole damn flock was coming.”

his expression softened as he held your hand and took a few steps over to sit on your bed, lightly leading you, too. “I think it was just an awful dream you had, little miss. Sometimes they feel so real you think they’re really happening, and then you wonder how the hell you imagined something so horrific. Trust me, I know.” you bit down on your lower lip, wanted to protest, but Chase was already pulling your frame close to his as he lay back on your bed. you complied, snuggling close to him, wedged between his firm figure and the cool wall. you felt so small next to him, but part of you was hyper aware that it was not only due to his stature. he made you feel small, the way he spoke to you, that demanding tone he took, the way he cooed in your ear that you would be okay. you hated it, so why did you want to hear more?

“Chase, sometimes it’s scary how you’re always here just as I’m freaking out.” you were talking more to yourself as you rested your head against his solid chest, ear placed just above his heart, which was beating at an uncannily steady rate. 

“I like to think it’s a good thing,” he murmured against the top of your head, you could feel wisps of your hair flown aside by his breath.

“It’s like you’re a fucking magician or something.” you replied, closing your eyes. it was late, and you’d been so jolted from your sleep, so scared that you’d forgotten how tired you actually were. until now, in Chase’s arms.

a low chuckle was the response you got from the man holding you. “I wouldn’t say that.” 

sleepiness was overtaking your body, and you felt your limbs go heavy, lids refusing to open although you wanted to look upon his features more. you tilted your head up towards him the best you could, eyes still closed. “Then.. How-”

you felt warm, supple lips against your mouth, but you had no energy to pull away. you didn’t want to. the taste of Chase’s mouth, the hints of spearmint and something deeper you couldn’t place. a dark, forbidden taste, his taste.his tiers moved against yours, slick tongue brushing out over your bottom lip. even as your lips parted lazily to allow him inside, he didn’t enter. that devious tongue slinks back into his own cavern and you’re left exhausted, cheeks sporting pink, and lips wet and wanting more of his kiss. “You’re my girl,” his whisper was gruff and hot against your mouth, but sent shivers down your spine at just how possessive the statement was. “I will never be too far from you. I’m always one call away, I told you. I protect what’s mine.” strong hands gripped your hips as he adjusted his body against yours, turning on his side to press you completely against himself, blocking you in against the wall. “And you are. All mine. Forever.”

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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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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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What if Lance was actually able to take the baby with him. Was it easy raising her? Would he have taken Aurelia too?

Please keep in mind that in order for Lance to be able to take the baby with him, baby would have to be Ransom’s….

Aurelia also made the comment if it was Ransom’s baby, she wouldn’t want it

Ransom closes the door to your room, wiping his hands around his mouth with a smirk as he starts to strut down the hall, his image glitching for a split second.  Only stopping when Andy meets him in the hall, and pushes him at his chest, “Where’s your minions?” Andy demands, but his eyes drift down to your doorway.

Bring Lightness Back

Summary: what if Lance took the baby

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings:  implied non con, kidnapping, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.6K

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“You wouldn’t have wanted my minions with me for this business,” Ransom gives him a smirk, cocking up an eyebrow.

“What are you talking about?”

“She is to become my future wife, Andrew.  I had to test it out,” growling, Andy shoves his brother up against the wall, and Ransom leans in closer to him.  “You can’t smell her?  I get now why you wanted to keep her from me.  Sweetest pussy I ever tasted.  She may look innocent but the way she rode my dick,” he chuckles when Andy smacks him across the face.  “Oh, have you not wondered why she’s been so tired lately?  Let me go,” Ransom pushes Andy off him before he continues his journey back, leaving Andy confused.

He runs his finger and thumb over his beard thinking for a moment.  Ransom was talking as if you were complicit in everything.  With a sigh he heads to your bedroom, seeing you tucked in bed asleep, but when the door closes you look up at him, “I thought you had work to do?”

“What?”

“We…did you come back for more?” You ask sitting up, letting the blanket drop from your chest.  They looked fuller since the last time he saw you.  He had too much business to attend to with his father, plus finding out more information on you, and it had kept him from you for far too long.  “You got a little rough, Andy.  Maybe something sweeter this time?” 

“Aurelia,” Andy pouts, his lip trembling.  “Baby,” he didn’t know if maybe it was best not to say anything.  You were naive in not realizing that it was in fact Ransom disguised as himself.  He didn’t know how his brother was doing it.  But he would be doing you a disservice if you knew.

“Let’s just take a nap.”

“Good, Andy, there’s been something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” you smile, rubbing your hand over your stomach, “I’m with child.”

Stepping closer to you, Andy embraces you in his warm and gentle arms.  Kissing over your face.  “Take your clothes off, and let’s sleep,” you giggle, crawling back into the bed.  

——

You stare down at your giggling boy, your sweet little Alfred reaches his hands up towards you, and you give him a quick boop to his nose.  His mouth opens in wonder, and you look out of his bedroom window.  Thankful that he was Andy’s and Lance couldn’t take him from you.

“Mommy’s sweet boy, huh?” He squeals, those chubby cheeks jiggling in glee, and when you lean down to kiss him, he grabs at your ears to give you his own messy, drooling kiss.  He better be glad he was a sweet little thing, and looked like his father.  

You had noticed the feathers from Lance, so knew that he was visiting your son.  You often wondered what Lance would think of him.  Would he care about him the way that you did?  What did Lance plan on doing with your child anyways?  

Hearing a soft pound, you look up at your long lost friend, but don’t make a comment to him.  “I’ve come to collect the baby.”

“You can’t,” you say with utmost certainty, and when he reaches towards your son, you jerk away from him.  “He is my son!” 

“And we had a deal.”

“Exactly,” you chuckle, starting to walk around Lance.  Circling him as if he was your prey, and Lance laughs at the fact that you think you had him.  “Our deal was my first born child with Ransom.  Alfie is of Andy’s blood,” Lance tilts his head to the side, trying to reach out again.  “He’s not yours!”

Raising his hand above Alfred’s head, your little boy giggles, holding his hands up in anticipation.  Lance wiggles his fingers and golden sparkles fall down.  Alfred tries catching them, sneezing in the process, “He’s not Andy’s.”

“Yes, he is!  This is mine and…”

“He’s not,” he reaches towards him, trying to take him from you, touching on his skin, “If he was Andy’s, he would be protected from me trying to take him.  This is Ransom’s son.”

“No.  I never…I never laid down with Ransom.  I’ve only been with Andy.  You’re lying!” Another demon appears, and you walk backwards out of the room.  “Lance, what did you bring to me?”

“Give him the baby,” you shake your head no, holding onto Alfred tighter.  “Lance wasn’t the only one making deals,” twisting his hand back, he looks at his nails, feigning disinterest.  “Ransom made a few with me.  On more than one occasion it was to look like Andy.  Guess he wanted to feel that heat between your legs, considering your unfaithful ass is to be married to him.  That is Ransom’s son.”

“You’re lying!” 

“Lance, I’m tired of these games.  Take the baby,” he flies off, leaving you to beg and plead to Lance.  Sobbing how everyone was lying, and you didn’t want to lose your son.  Andy’s son.  He always treated Alfred like his own.  Held him while you slept.  

“Lance, don’t.  He’s mine and…”

“He’s Ransom’s.  Give me what you offered,” you shake your head no, screaming when he takes the baby from you anyways.  “I’m sorry, but this is the deal.  Your debt has been paid,” you see a bit of golden shine surround your baby's fingers as he screams up at Lance.  

“Lance, don’t!  He’s mine!  I carried him in my belly.  I pushed him out of my body.  You saw!  He’s mine please, don’t!” You scream as Lance flies out of your window, and you sink to the floor.  He took him.  Alfred was born of Ransom, but also of magic.  

Your eyes darken as you look out the window, and rise up off the floor.  Fists clenched by your side, you didn’t care that he was born of Ransom.  He was yours.

“What is he doing?” Lance asks as Alfred shakes his hand, that same golden glow surrounding his hands.  “Chase?”

“He’s a fucking halfbreed.”

“What?”

“Aurelia was born of magic.  Ransom had a spell on him, and every part of his body, including his cum.  Now we have this fucking mutt.  Not quite human and not quite fae,” Alfred screams with such a high pitch that Chase covers his ears.  “Halfbreed!”

“Mama!” He wails, making grabby hands towards the window, “Dada!” 

“You don’t even know who your father is, you twit!”

“Dada!” The glow surrounding his hands gets larger, and Lance places him down on the floor.  “Dada!”

“You are a mutt!”

“Dada!” 

“I should take him back, right?” Chase shouts no, looking at his brother, but Alfred was crawling steadily towards Chase.  Still growling out Dada as he moves closer to him.

“Get it away!”

“Dada!”

“Maybe you should quit taunting him, and admit that Andy is his father.”

“Ransom is that thing’s father.”

“Dada!” He sits up, shaking his fists, as the glow surrounds his body.  “My Dada!” He screams out as his glow bursts all around him.

“Andy!” You shout, looking towards the distance.  An odd golden glow shines around an area.  “That’s him.  That’s our baby.  He…I told you his hands were doing something weird.  That’s him.”

“Let’s go,” Andy pulls on Walter’s reins leading him to wherever the glow was coming from and the closer you get the more you hear your distressed son, but also Lance.

“I know,” he coos down at Alfred, his burst of golden whatever making it impossible for him to calm down.  “You did good though, look at Chase.  He’s out cold.”

“Dada!” The baby cries, his mouth in a permanent frown.  “My Dada!”

“When you calm down, I will take you back.  Your mom’s debt has been paid.  I took you, now I can return you.”

“Give her the baby,” Andy growls as he walks through the hideout’s entrance.  You walk closer to Lance, but he doesn’t resist.  Even smiles up at you.

“Dadadadadadadada!  My dada,” your baby claps his hands looking at Andy.  “My dada!” 

“Yes, darling,” you gleefully tell him, as Lance freely hands him over.  “That is your daddy.”

Lance gives Andy a deep bow, before kneeling down completely, “I pledge fealty to you, the one and true king of Palmona.  A debt has been paid, and the King’s illness has completely taken over.  Kind King Andrew, you will not reach him before he passes.  And you must know, your son, he’s extraordinary.”

“What are you talking about?” Andy demands to know, lowering his sword.

“Never trust faeries, My Lord.  Never make bargains with faeries.  You have been the only one in the castle that did not.  You are the true king.”

“You won’t hurt my wife and son?” Lance shakes his head no, but points over to Chase.  “I should kill him?”

“No, he’s slowly dying himself.  Becoming corrupt.  His heart, and veins are blackened as much as his soul.  He feeds off chaos, and he’s growing famished from the lack of chaos.  If you kill me, he lives.  If we join together, his death is inevitable.  Ransom has been keeping him fed and fat with chaos,” you give Lance a quick shake of your head.  You didn’t want Andy to think anything less of your precious baby.  He was Alfred’s father.

“Fine,” Andy completely sheaths his sword.  I don’t want to kill fae.  You are to be the guard for my son and wife.  And Together, we will bring lightness back to Palmona.”

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Rumplestiltskin, Epilogue

Summary:  ...a few years later

Pairings:  Andy Barber X Walter X Chase Collins, Lance Tucker X Branwen Barber

Rating:  🥺🥺

Warnings:  a bit of gaslighting and manipulation, sad!Andy, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.2K

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“Walter, how long has it been?” Andy tiredly asks the horse as they wander around the forest. Every day. All day. Nothing ever changes and he didn’t feel as if he was getting any closer. The forest seemed oddly bigger than he recalled.

“It feels as if it’s been hundreds of years with you,” the horse deadpans, and stops abruptly in the woods. Andy lets out an annoyed groan, “He’s coming,” Walter whispers. The horse backs the two of them up, while he and Andy wait with bated breath for Chase to make his monthly visit.

Chase dramatically lands in a crouch, and stands up slowly looking at Andy, “Care to guess?”

“Go over your rules again, trickster.”

“I don’t get anything past you anymore, old man. Should you give me my brother’s name that he told your precious queen, you get your family back. Should you give me his birth name, this all becomes a dream, and you have your baby back in your arms..”

“And I walk around on two legs again,” Walter blows out a puff of air, letting his hoof pound the ground.

“Yes, of course. How long has it been Andy? Your daughter won’t even remember you, would she?” Andy’s nostrils flare as he glares at the faerie. “Oh, that’s right, ten years. No doubt you’ve heard the rumblings in the forest.”

“You sack of shit! You’ve cursed the entire forest for what reason? So your baby brother could have a fantasy with my wife and child. They’ll never belong to him.”

“Hmm, doesn’t matter to me. I thrive and feed off of chaos. Your mistake has made these woods even more interesting. Had you had kept that tree standing, there never would have been the green apples. You did that Andy. Now you rush to the edge of the forest and hope some maiden won’t enter. They always do. The creatures in these woods are too enticing. Prey on the world outside without lifting a finger. Their very essence beckons those weak women in,” Chase throws his head back with a maniacal laugh. His eyes now as black as the feathers on his back and the heart in his chest.

“Bernard.”

“Wrong.”

“Steven.”

“Very wrong.”

“Theodore.”

“Oh, not close at all. Two more guesses, and I’ll see you in a month.”

Walter snorts, wiggling his back. Andy didn’t know any direction to go with these names. Didn’t have a clue what to say. It was always wrong. “Tick tock goes the clock.”

“Azriel.”

“One more guess, King Andrew.”

“Lancelot.”

Chase’s eye twitches for half a second, but then that devil turns his mouth up into an evil grin. “I’ll see you in a month.”

“Ahh!” Andy screams, letting his head collapse on Walter’s neck. “Keep going.”

“Andy, maybe it’s time…”

“Keep going. You’re under this curse until she gets her happily ever after. This is her fate and it was always destined to happen this way, which is why you’re still a horse,” a raven caws in this distance, and Walter backs up a moment.

Looking where the bird had come from, but it was already gone, and he was definitely dreaming.

Lance stands over your body, using a cloth to clean you. A new fresh vase of roses beside your bed. His thumb traces over the features on your face, and he wonders if this was even worth it. He had you, but only in part. You were just a memory now. And he’d forgotten the sound of your voice. Or the way you never hesitated to touch him or show him kindness.

A black raven lands on the window, trying to get Lance’s attention, and he looks over at her, “Come on, princess. Come see your mother,” a ten-year-old Branwen transforms back into a little girl, and she straightens out her dress, walking over to you.

She was getting so big. Changing nearly daily. She gets next to you and leans over, pressing a kiss onto your forehead, before sitting on the bed beside you, “Have you drank your apple juice today,” she turns and scowls at Lance, and he throws his hands up in surrender.

“Let me see your eyes,” with a quick caress on your hand, she goes to sit in his lap, while he examines her golden eyes, “Still the same.”

“Why do you make me drink that juice everyday?”

“Because, princess. The apple is what gives you your power. I’m afraid that should you eat the golden apple, you’d…”

“Be like you and Chase?” Lance nods his head, but his eyes move back over to you. “I saw him today,” she grimaces as she looks up at him, “I’m sorry. He was guessing.”

“I told you to avoid that man,” he looks back at her. His eyes flit around her face as he tries to figure out what she knows.

“Chase went to him first. He wanted to know your name. What’s he looking for,” Lance holds up his hand pointing at you, “Why does he want my mother? Can he fix her?”

“No, let’s not worry about that.”

“But I want her, Papa. It’s not fair that I don’t have her awake. What can we do to wake her?”

“Only one thing, my beautiful little raven,” Branwen sighs, assuming that Lance will never tell her, “True love’s kiss.”

“Then it’s my dad?”

“I suppose.”

“So I need to find him. And he can wake her up, and we can live happily ever after?” She smiles up at Lance. Her cheeks dent in with her dimples. “What does he look like?”

“We shouldn’t worry about that. Should your dad want to find your mom, here she is. And if you, her, and your father live happily ever after, where does that leave me? Have I not been good to you? I make sure you have time with her.”

“It’s not the same. That…that child in the forest. She has seven dads. Why can’t I find mine? Would one of them be mine? Can I ask them? Papa, I want my mama,” she pouts up at him while her eyes fill with tears. “It isn’t fair. Princess Orla has all these dads and her mom, and I have neither. And she said her mother is having another.”

“Am I not enough?” She shakes her head, before laying down on Lance’s chest. Her fingers wipe away the tears that just won’t stop, and Lance has to look up at the ceiling.

It wasn’t fair what he was doing. But he couldn’t lose his little raven. The thought of showing up at the tower with you gone, just didn’t feel right. So instead he fights the need to reunite your family. “Orla said her father is Beck. He’s a doctor. Can I bring him here to my mother? Maybe there’s another way.”

“Shh, you need rest. You’ve been flying all over the forest, and you're such a small Raven. But a beautiful and fierce one, my darling Branwen. Go to sleep, child. We’ll go home in the morning.”

Branwen doesn’t want to close her eyes, but when Lance starts singing to her softly, her eyes become heavier, before she drifts asleep on his heart. He looks down at his wings at the bottom feathers turn white, “I won’t give her back,” he says to himself, as the white feathers drift to the floor.

“I can’t. She makes me feel normal again,” he knows this back and forth game he was playing with his soul couldn’t be good. Gain his humanity back, only for him to prove he was in fact a cruel faerie. But he had raised Branwen. She was his daughter now. And Andy could search the forest for a hundred years, and he would never give you back. You and her belonged to him.

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[wolfs-hunt1]

Power hungry (03/04)

Summary: When your coven sisters find a way to keep using your powers and keep your life they try anything in the books to get it, even if it means killing someone else in the process. But something happens unexpectedly, he happened so unexpectedly, Chase Collins. Would you be willing to go along with him to have some happiness or will you just do what you are told by your sisters?

Pairings: Chase Collins x reader

This part is a lemon, which means it contains sexual content. If you are under 18 or you don’t like this sort of things then please turn back now. If you do like then enjoy the reading.

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Part 2

After almost a year without updating this one, here’s the next chapter XD

Not beta-read, so sorry for any mistake you encounter.

Good readings!

obs: gif not mine

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That night Morgan calls a meeting with all of you. It was raining heavily, the thunder illuminating your room once in a while. Vera was late, but once she got there Morgan tells you all to take a seat.

"It's almost time to see my plan bare fruits. We need to act fast now or we'll lose our chance."

"You still haven't told us your plan, Morgan." Gwen notes, getting a dirty look from Morgan right after.

"I was getting there if you had let me finish."

"We have a chance to get more power and keep using it, without repercussions. All we need to do is get caleb to give up his powers once he ascends, and in time, get all the sons of Ipswich to do the same. We get stronger, and they get out of our lifes for good." once she says that you get a bad feeling… like the power she craves won't come to her that easy.

"Now, me and Caleb share a birthday, which is just perfect. I can just snag his powers then and there, what isn't perfect is that bitch Sarah getting all grubby with him. My plan was for you (Y/N) to seduce Caleb and take him to a remote place, but now that all he has eyes for is her it will be trickier. But I know you can do it." wait what?! You had to seduce Caleb?

"First of all how am I suppose to do that? he hates our guts remember? Second, I thought you had said Sarah wasn't going to be a problem. Maybe if you had told us sooner we could have droven her away form him."

"The sons of Ipswich don't consider you a threat (Y/N), unlike they do the rest of yous, you are just too sweet." she mocks you for your more subdued attitude towards them and the feud. "But dont worry you just need to focus on Caleb. Edith and Gwen will take care of Sarah for you." you can see the twins shake their head and start whispering to each other, already devising up a plan.

"Anf if I fail to seduce him?" you ask softly.

"Sweety, you better not fail. Or we'll have to expel you from our coven." she sais it dripping with false sweetness, making your inside coil. "Oh and one more thing (Y/N). You better not get sidetracked with Collins. Or else." you nod, lowering your head.

How in the world where you suppose to seduce Caleb? Even if Sarah was out of the picture he would still prefer her over you. And Chace. You weren't sure yet if you really did like Chase, but he did manage to make you lightweight whenever he smiled at you. But you definitely felt something for him. And now that you started to finally develop felling for someone, after all this time, she tells you to step back? 'Just my luck…'.

The night is restless, and you can't stop your anxiety for what's to come.

You're headed to the library the next morning when you see Caleb walking on the corridors, 'It's now or never'.

"Caleb!" you run up to him and stop in front of him going silence. you adjust the strap of your bag and gatter the courage to do this. "I needed to talk to in."

"Then talk." he shrugs his shoulders.

"In… a more private place, if it's ok?" he eyes you suspiciously but nods anyways, you two walk outside to the small alcove you and the girls usually hang out in.

"So, what did you wanted to talk about (Y/L/N)?"

"I wanted to… to say that I…" you cheeks started to grow pinker by the second and you didnt know how to make it sound natural. "I wanted to say that I like you." you finally let out. "That I realy like you and that I think its stupid to have been fighting since we were kids for something our great great grandparents did. And I wasn't going to say anything because I don't think I'd ever got a chance but seeing you and Sarah getting closer has just made me realize how much it hurts not telling you I have feelings for you." Caleb just looks at you for a few seconds with a dumbfounded expresion on his face.

"(Y/N) I… I'm sorry but I like Sarah, we're sort of dating now." you sigh and look down. he pats you softly on the arm and goes back inside, leaving you there looking at your shoes.

"That was cold of him, to just leave after a confession like that." you out of your skin hearing this, turning to see Chase leaning on the wall of the building, hidden, from where you were, behind the trees. Fuck, he must have heard everything. "If I had known you had feelings for him I wouldn't have flirted with you so much the other day." he says this with a thange of venom and hurt, kicking off the wall to leave you there too.

"No, Chace, wait, please." you beg him to stay, getting closer to him and fidgeting with your hands for a while. Maybe you shouldn't touch his arm, give him some space while you try to explain things. "It's not what it looks like. I swear."

"Really? Because it seemed like you were confessing your love for him."

"It's not like that. I really like you, but Morgan wants him away from Sarah, so she sent me to do her dirty work… You know what, I've ruined any chances now, and if she evens sees me talking to you I'm done for." you start to turn around, tears forming in your eyes, when he grabs your hand and pulls you against his chest and then against the wall, running his finger on your check clearing away your tears softly contrasting with his actions just secons before.

"Morgan is not here now is she? Care to explain this a bit better?"

You end up telling him Morgan's plan, glossing over some stuff like the fact you all have powers. All the while his face is of concentration and he seems to be thinking about something he doesn't voices. You also tell him of your feelings towards him. At that, a devious smirk plasters itself on his face. But once you tell him Morgan doesn't wonts you seeing him the smirk falls a bit.

"Do you always do what she tells you to?" he inquiries softly on your ear, nudging his nose down the column of your neck breathing in your scent softly. You let out a shuddering breath, getting high on his proximity and the smell of his cologne. "Dont you ever want to be a bad girl?" he nips your neck softly and once you keep quiet for a while he hums to signal you he's still awaiting an answer.

"I guess I've been used my whole life to her telling me what to do, old habits die hard." you moan softly when he kisses your neck and bits down again, your knees getting weeker by the minute.

"Do you want me to get away then? Wouldn't want her to see us, right?" he says it mockingly because he dives down to your collarbone next, no intentions of stopping in his tracks whatsoever. "Do you want me to stop (Y/N)?" he asks, finishes you name on a whisper to your ear, where he licks and nips on the lobe.

"No." you say weakly, grabbing at his uniform jacket more securely as to not lose your balance. You head foggy with the desire coursing through your veins. once the word is out of your mouth he steps back and gives a toothy smile, grabbing at your hand and pulling you with him across campus. Both of you running and giggling like two teenagers, unpreoccupied if someone running into you since they where all suppose to be in class already.

Next thing you notice you are running through the dormitory corridos, and Chase is fumbling with his keys, hastily opening the door and pulling you inside, closing it and loocking it right away. He leans against the door for a second while you turn to him, just in time to see the hungry look he's throwing your way.

"You look good enough to eat (Y/N)." he growls out, licking his lips and kicking off the door to keep your frantic kissing going, making both of you lose your balance in the process and fall on to the creaky bed. You both make hast with each other's clothes, taking off jackets and the polo shirt he's wearing, he grabs at your dress shirt and pulls down, buttons flying everywhere. He takes a moment to admire your lacy bra, and dipping down to kiss from your neck to the tops of your breasts.

"You look so hot in this number." he says, biting on your bra strap and pulling it, just to hear your soft gasp once he let go of it, snapping against your soft skin. He straddles your waist and takes off his own dress shirt, leaving on his tie. He kisses down your navel, hands traveling up your thighs and down your skirts, caressing you softly. You feel his nimble finger hoking up the hem of your panties and slowly pulling them down, kissing down your thighs accompanying that movement.

Every touch of his lips in your made you burn with ecstasy moaning his name softly into the chill air of the dorm room. His hot breath puffed up neer your moist core, making your squirm in delight. His hands grab your thighs, hooking them up on his shoulders for better support. Fingers digging into your supple flesh when his velvety tongue licks up a stripe from bottom to top of your pussy, eyes looking at yours for approval and incentive to continue.

You were choking on your own moans, his tong wiggling around your lips and entering your warm hole, just to retreat and continue its assault on your pink clit. He added in his fingers, making come either gestures and moving his tongue side to side on your sensitive clit. He pushed over the edge of the cliff screaming his name, and helped your ride out every wave of you orgasm, until you had to pull him by his tie to stop him from touching your oversensitive clit. his chin was damp from your juices, and a wolfish grin spread across his face while he crawled over top of you, by the provisory leach you had over him.

You roll the both of you into bed, straddling his lap now. His hard-on painfully straining on his slacks, you unbutton them and pull them down along with his boxers, his cock bouncing up once freed, precome dribbling slowly from his tip. He reaches onto his bedside table in a flash and takes out a small aluminum foiled square, unraveling the condom over his engorged tip and down his shaft. He grabs for your hand, helping you adjust on top of him, and pulling you down to kiss your soft lips.

You rake your nails over his toned chest and start to bounce up and down, watching as his face contorts to one of pleasure and as he bits on his lip. The sexy look on his face making you moan louder and bounce faster, his hard cock felt so nice inside you, reaching all the sweet spots in you from this position. He grabs your hips and helps you bounce for a while until he rols you over again, and spreads your thighs wider to pound into you harder.

"You feel so good around me babe, you make me wanna cum right now." he dives down and takes off your bra, kissing and licking at your nipples and massaging them on his big palms. You moan in response, all coherent thoughts pounded out of you with each dive of his hips into your core. You grab at his biceps for suport, nails scratching every once in a while, just making him moan louder. You come around him, pulsing and trembling, legs shaking and breaths raged until he stiffens up and pumps slower into you, his face contorted into one of pure bliss, until he hides it in your neck, licking and marking you with a hickey.

His arms are shaking, and so he pulls out of you slowly and flops onto his side as not to crush you under his weight. You snugle up to his side, his hearth beating fast. "That was amazing." you say softly, he kissing the top of your head in response and you both drift off to sleep for a while.

You wake up to the feeling of soft kissing being landed on your skin, a huge smile spreading across your face even before you open your eyes to the sight before you. Chase has only in his boxers, hair mused over spiking everywhere, and attentively kissing every inch of your body slowly and sweetly until he noticed you were awake already.

"Afternoon my sleeping beauty."

"Hey." you rasp out, accepting his kiss to your lips.

"You wanna get to class? We missed the entire morning and lunch already." he lays down again in bed and lets you rest your head onto his chest, getting his arm around your arm making slow circles with his thumb.

"I do need to go. The girls will be questioning why I haven't showed up."

"Well, your phone has been going off forever, if we wait longer they might send a search party." he says laughing heartily. "But before you go. About the entire Caleb thing." you grimace up at him and go to apologize again when he shushes you with a kiss to the lips and sais:

"I'll help you." you look incredulously at him for a few seconds until you shake your head to get your thoughts in order.

"You'll help? How?" he pulls you donw to him again for a kiss.

"I don't know just yet, but I'll. That way Morgan gets what she wants, and we get to stay together." You hug him tight and kiss his cheks and nose until you reach his lips again. You both get dresses and get out of the dorm room and head to your next class, taking separate routes to seamless suspicion.

You are giddy throughout the entire of the day, until Morgan gets in your shared room.

"Where the fuck were you all day? You where suppose to be taking care of seducing Caleb, but you dont even show up?" you try to defend yourself but she soon snaps at you again. "You were with Chase where you?! He was also missing today, I told you to stay away from him didn't I?" a thunder cracks loudly in the distance, making you jump slightly.

"You disobeyed, and so now you pay the consequences. You won't leave this room until I let you, or getting expelled from the coven won't be the worse thing i'll do to you."

She grabs your keys from the desk and goes out locking you into the room.

"Morgan, no, dont do this please." you scream into the locked door pounding your fists against it, but to no avail, she had also charmed the door. You where trapped. A couple of hours later you hear the faint noise of the sirens of an ambulance, but no one ever passed in your corridor so you could ask for someone's help. But even if they did, they couldn't exactly help you anyways. You could only sit and wait out for her to return.

Part 4

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[seb-owns-these-tatas]

Hey'aa, Tater tots 🔞

I just wanna tell y'all that I'm planning on something. I've just made an introduction towards the Chase Collins smut I had and him and the reader's relationship is going to be so toxic and dirty that..Oh dear, I don't know how to start because there's infidelity and shit and that sugar baby content. Do y'all wanna see it? Do ya' think I really should make it a series? Do ya' want it to proceed into a series?

I had to even think about the intro while I was shitting in the bathroom. What the heck, Tata. Anyways, DO YA WANT IT?! IT'S BASED ON THE CHASE COLLINS SMUT NAMED 'PACIFY HER' 😊 Go check it out and tell me what ya' think!

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