he has a hunting kink, he likes the thought that at any given time he could get you even if you run, you'd never get far.
Imagine with me
You and Chase in his younger days before he knew his powers were aging him, you across the city phone in hand as you checked the time 9:35 Pm waiting, the city lights bright as you sat a-top a random roof the city buzzing.
Your heart was pounding in your ears, of course playing one of chases favorite games (hide and go get). You eyes squinting for a sound, a flash, then.
ZRRRRRP
You see it, you see him, the white iridescent lights tailing through the city not a care about traffic the only thing on his mind? You.
Then you hear it or dont
You don't see it either
Then all of a sudden arms encircles your waist
"I thought I told you id catch up, now let's see if you can keep up"
Me and the 7 track star fans are screaming into our pillows
Chase x reader, fem bodily functions described, slight nsfw not really just one, angst,
Bf! Chase who whenever you're on your period rushes to get you your pads/tampons
Bf! Chase who doesn't care if he's on duty or not brings you your favorite food as quick as he can even if you call and he's in the middle of a mission
Bf! Chase who's never had a car and demands to carry you and run to dates because "Fuck we walking for" or "Who needs a car when I beat traffic anyways"
Bf! Chase who's cocky about his stamina...in bed as well (no comment this gonna be written soon)
Bf! Chase who's hero work brings him lots of fans...female fans to be specific but it doesn't matter he comes home to you everyday and ever night
Bf! Chase who injured his leg once and is so upset about it once but let's you take care of him making him take it slow for once
Bf! Chase who figures out he's ageing faster than what he could imagine his grey hairs forming slowly
Bf! Chase who ghosts you afraid that you would leave him leaves you first not even in person. Over the phone
I have a problem. I neeeed that man (old and young since y'all wanna play 🙄)
i miss my dune life. i miss my Atreides family I MISS MY S/O I MISS MY POWERS I MISS ARRAKIS I DESIRE TO BE IN THE SUN I DESIRE TO BE IN THE SAND GET ME OUT OF HEREEEE
i honestly believe it will be hard for non-black writers to write for sinners. because in order to do that many would have to incorporate pieces of history they cant quite understand, or connect with. leaving them with the options of making them modern vampires in every fic or ignoring the real life problems by not making their x readers fully accessible for poc (black people even more so). which that’s not new in the world of fics, but is definitely a worry as it pertains to a black period piece.
Sammy who caught the eyes of the "fast girl". Sammy the cute preachers so who can do no wrong meeting approached by her at the end of another service her sultry words leading him on like a siren.
Sammy who tries to ignore you, your glances and short cut dresses that outline your brown stocking covered legs and figure.
You were quite the eye candy.
So when your antics don't work you take yo..seducing him, you change your dresses a little showing some cleavage, lock your lips at him and wink during prayer time.
It was cute seeing him stumble with his fingers but never missing a cord on his guitar. His hands strong and skilled with it.
1.2 words (sigh), poly, age gap, fear & tension (?), Stack x reader x Mary, MLWLW
Luddite: Indicates a fear or strong dislike of technology
Got this idea from the end of the movie.
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Imagine you, young, turnt, black, small knotless bohemi down to your ass (too much? mb) out clubbing with you friends..well you behind the bar serving your friends as they party. Okay fine you're at work but you get off in an hour so what's the big deal, these college loans not gonna pay themselves. Pouring a wasted man who has been hitting on you the entire time you feel..a weight shift in the atmosphere you look up and around the basic club seeing people grinding on each other, people recording for instagram with a wack ass hookah, you know the usual. Until your eyes land on two people. One tall jacked black man his hair nice and faded on the sides wearing some nice ass clothes, Jordans fresh out the box, toothpick in his mouth, next to him this fine fair skinned woman her hair curled nicely as she walked next to him the same confidence radiating off of her (gay ass). The music booming “HOW I LOOK” blasting through the club speakers “YOOO Y/N” you snapped out of it looking at your homegirl who look already wasted “Gimmie a free shot guuurl” internally rolling your eyes you looked at her and shook your head “hell nah you hears about these people going missing down south the hell you thinking” you said handing her a cool glass of water, and watching her frown but thank you as she walked away.
You sat there for another twenty minutes. Serving drinks. But your eyes always landed back on them the way she didn't leave his side not once yet, they weren't even drinking just..observing, it was weird, but you were gonna mind your business. Another five minutes went by with loud ass music playing no one at the bar, everyone too wrapped up in “getting some” or throwing ass. But you had about twenty more minutes left so you were on your phone, as you scrolled through your instagram you heard one..or two chairs scrap against the floor “what can i get you-” looking up you saw them both looking at you their eyes covered slightly in glasses. “Yea can I get..a whiskey” his voice thick and southern like, almost vintage and not of this time he spoke with confidence you never seen. You nodded quickly and turned to the lady who hadn't spoken a word yet but her eyes were already on you her glasses slightly tilted down as she smiled her red lips showing a few sharp teeth you didn't pay attention to at the time. “Lemme get a…bloody mary please” you felt the air get heavy for a second before turning around your braids moving with you as you quickly made the drinks. A bead of sweat slowly drips down your face as you struggle to get yourself together. Handing them the drinks you quickly and efficiently noped away from them to the other side of the bar drinking a big gulp of water.
Ten minutes passed you had about another ten left, at this point you were over everything and only wanted to go home, watching tiktok on your phone one airpod in you were called over by the lady with piercing eyes, you quickly stood up and walked over “bro what the fuck is wrong with me” you though to yourself as you stood infront of them “How..can i help you” you said avoiding eye contact like the plague “well i seen you there on your phone and I was just wonderin..if you could teach my dear love here how to use one”. Now momma ain't raise no fool..and this aint the 1930s but this lady…was asking you how to teach them how to use a..phone. You raised you eyebrow and slightly laughed “you-you forreal?” you asked in a choked laugh, making her eyebrows furrow the man finally spoke up “It would be my honor to learn from someone so young and..experienced” his sultry voice spoke up as he tilted his head slightly the dark and lights making him look even better “Young? You're a few years older than me”...the silence was loud as they both looked at you, her straight face slowly turning into a cunning smile. As the silence grew louder the small weight came back “I'll pay you” the man said snapping you out of it. Now you had a choice to tell these attractive fear gaging people no…or show them how to use the phone in about…8 minutes. He held up a stack of money pulling out a smooth 500, making you raise your eyebrows before taking it and slowly making your way from behind the counter “this is just for the money” you thought. You looked up from the floor seing the lady already moved a seat down making you sit in the middle. Sitting down you sighed lightly the seat warm and comfortable as you took the phone out. A sleek new version of the iphone matte black coming into your palms, your fingers brushing his as a shock ran through you. “By the way i'm Mary..and that's Stack” The lady said right into your ear making you jumo and hold the phone on your beating heart “DEAR GOD-” you yelped before sighing and nodding “Right” you said turning back to the phone collectively missing the smirk the two shared between each other.
“So right here is the power button, this right here is facial recognition, and then these are all your apps and hey siri take me to the app store” as soon as it took you too the app store you thanked siri and she said you're welcome effectively making stack raise his eyebrow “The phone talk?” that made you look up at him, “yes..it's basically..ai” showing him a few apps through the store you finally made it to the social media. “And this is instagram basically you follow people and like celebrities and shit” you said handing back the phone to them before noticing you were squished between them Mary looking over your shoulder leaning you you and stack pressed against you. “Whatchu mean follow?” Stack asked as Mary nodded “..bro…luddite ass nigga, basically people you know or are friends with you can follow and talk to them send stupid reels and shit” you said standing up emotionally drained as you yawned looking at your phone.
“Well im clocking out imma see you guys?” hopefully…hopefully not you thought before starting to walk away “Aye..whats ya instagram” she asked curiously before you could leave. “Uhm..” you said scratching the back of your neck before writing it down and bidding them a quick goodbye. As you made it into your car your eyes tired and feet aching your phone beeped with a nonfiction “S&MFANG has followed you”. ROlling your eyes you sighed pulling back out of the club the red sign that said “HEAVEN” written above as you drove off into the night. But little did you know that wasn't the end, not by a long shot. Mary and Stack watch you leave from the darkness of the night as you drive away they look at eachother “She pretty aint it?” stack said “Nervous little mouse” Mary said letting the man whose blood she just drank go, that just so happened to own the place. “Keep her safe eye on her yea?” Stack said as Mary patted the now vamp go. “Of course.”
Warwick + fem prostitute reader, eventual smut, monster fucking, female misuse, stalking, primal play animalistic characteristics. Porn w plot. Not proofread.
2.7k words (yikes)
It was cold enough for you too see your breathing in the toxic air of Zaun, the city gone crazier from years ago. The color of blue passed as you watched many people rebel with the infamous “Jinx”. It was all just stupid you thought simply because it wasn’t any better in Zaun just more chaos to deal with. You shook your head holding your fur coat closer to you as you made hasty steps trying to escape the cold harsh air rushing to work.
Working as a prostitute wasn’t always on your cards, as a child you were a big dreamer only to have reality be shoved in your face, how unfair and set up the world really was- a loud groan from the ugly man you were currently giving a hand job too cut off your thoughts.
The men you served weren’t any better they were sleazy, possibly with a wife and kids but you needed food on the table, hard to obtain without a government system. Speeding your hand up you watched the mans mouth open showing his rotted teeth and sick saliva slip out as his (quite ugly) cock leaked cum. You looked at him with nothing as you got up your skimpy corset hugging your frame breast pushed up as you washed your hands a feeling of disgust crossing your face.
“Why didn’t you use your mouth?” The lowlife spoke with arrogance making you grit your teeth before closing your eyes you not wanting to lose your only source of income as you turned to him “My…deepest apologies “ you said forcefully. The man raised his eyebrows before grumbling and pulling his unclean pants up “well you’re only getting paid half” he said throwing down a few bills and coins before strutting out slamming the door behind him.
You were used to this, the mistreatment as you picked up the money sliding it into your corset, he was the last and God awful final of the night.
You now say at a statue where you usually sat after a night a sloppy greasy burger and drink you brought with the scraped up money from the night. The loud fights out of distance being heard nothing new to you. Until you heard something different something sort of a growl making you turn your head only to find nothing taking the last bite of your burger looking back down and at the stairs of the statue “Vander…” you said reading the engravings with squinted eyes “lucky bastard can’t see the hell hole has became” unknowingly being watched from a distance a small growl coming from the darkness his red eyes concealed, watching you closely as you started to get ready to leave, discarding the cup you drank out of and walking off, once out of sight he came out of the darkness it’s large frame almost larger than the statue as he looked around gruffing his ears twitching with each sound he took in, his red eyes swaying each way as be growled at the blurry statue hunched ovee walking over to the cup u drank of he sniffed it taking in your sent.
Suddenly possessive, suddenly wanting to hunt you.
Licking his sharp canines he looked in the direction you walked as his feet started to carry him in that direction before he knew it he was running.
hiiii! can I request hcs of a jealous and protective (and slightly possessive🤭) logan with his bimbo!gf? I love your work ! 💗
It was sometimes a bad thing, you were so cute, so...unaware of your surroundings- AND HE TRIED TO GIVE YOU OTHER OPTIONS (you ended up shooting him on accident)
So basically, you have a very possessive guard dog, he's always around you and if he isn't by the slight chance his eyes will be on you. He knows that people would love to harm him and what better way than is pretty innocent girlfriend who seems ditzy?
Logan is no dumbass though; he always has your location and constantly checks it with the "dumb new technology" you taught him to use.
If it's a night out with Wade his hand is in yours or he's got his hand on your belt strap. Another thing if some girl tried to flirt with him, he mean mugs them and points them with his eyes to your pink comically small looking bag that has been on his shoulder.
If they persist, he will growl at them and literally sneer a "Fuck off, ma girls waitin' fa ya to leave" it's quite a spectacle to see him so possessive over you.
If you go out alone or wonder off you have..proof of your claim ship either tree tattooed claws on your chest with a small heart or hickeys, maybe both to send the message.
