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「𝘝𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴」

Started: February 19th, 2024 Updated: February 19th, 2024

Characters I write for in the show 'Victorious'

Andre Harris Beck Oliver Cat Valentine Jade West Tori Vega Trina Vega

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Carnal Conviction

Paz Vizsla x Female reader

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Word Count: 7.5k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Alcohol consumption, sex work/stripping, size kink, spanking, hair pulling, hickies, voyeurism, f|f activities, female masturbation, oral (m receiving), unprotected vaginal sex 

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A/N: I enjoyed this way too much, WAY TOO MUCH!!! Thank you always to my amazing beta-reader @thesleepingmusicneek (she’s literally the BEST)

Verd - Soldier/Warrior. Pronounced (vaird)

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At this point, it’s comfortable for him. The surrounding setting has become a place he prefers, an establishment he can relax in. Above all other patrons, Paz and his brothers were favored. The owner respected the creed, and that respect also radiated to the employees. Whatever the Mandalorians needed, the owner gave. There was also the small expectation of protection that came with this type of treatment that the Mandalorians were more than happy to provide. But tonight, Paz didn’t have anything like that on his mind. 

When he first began to frequent this place, the lights and music were easily overbearing. It became difficult to see at times and this coupled with the loud sounds disoriented him. This, on top of the drinks being served, dulled his senses. But these drinks also helped to calm him, and arouse him. 

Instantly, he’s greeted by multiple women working this particular night. Their pretty smiles, the way they nibble their lips and reach for his pauldrons, it did wonders to him. How amazing it was to be so utterly wanted, and wanted by many. 

“Hey, Big Blue.” One woman greets, grinning up at him. 

Glancing down, his head rolls to the side a bit, hand coming up to gently tap her chin. She always was so flirtatious. 

“Elara.” He returns kindly, that deep voice shivering down her spine. She knows all too well the type of pleasure he can bring. 

“You sound tired,” She pouts, running a hand down the armor covering his chest. “Why don’t you come relax with me?”

Beneath his Beskar, he grins. “Let me get a drink.”

Her moue expression does nothing to stop him as he walks off, sure that she’ll return to her stage. When he’s ready, he’ll come find her. But for now, he wants to watch. 

This was something relatively new to him, these voyeuristic tendencies. It only began when he entered the club, and never occurred outside of it. The dancers here didn’t just strip, they were usually active with each other, too. Seeing two women kiss, touch each other, it made his body run wild. And within the club’s private rooms, he’s even had women touch themselves in front of him. That was something incredibly new for him. He never was one to have sex with multiple women at once; when he was ready to take someone back to a room, it’d always be just one. But on the stage? He loved watching those women interact with each other. 

Free of payment, as usual, Paz grabs his choice drink before walking toward the area where the women perform. Usually, he’ll drink it in private before engaging with one of the girls. With a short grunt, he takes a seat, spreading his legs and leaning back against the comfortable chair. 

Tonight, he can identify each woman by name. Helia and Vega, two dancers who frequently touched each other, Nova, with her long brown hair and curvy body, Trina’s gorgeous red hair and tight body. And then there were his favorites, girls he’s taken in private rooms many times. Venus, Cybele, and of course, Elara. It’s been years since a new girl has appeared, but it’s not like he minds.

He can feel his heartbeat rise as he watches with intent, Nova eyeing him as she dances. Sliding down the pole, she spreads her legs for him, trailing a hand down her thigh. Visibly, his head tilts in her direction, breaths becoming deep as he eyes the dainty piece of fabric keeping her modesty. It’s been quite some time since he pulled her aside, maybe she’ll be the one for him tonight. But this thought is fleeting, his attention now turning to the back curtains. Venus appears from behind the shades, grinning brightly with a certain excitement jumping through her veins. And then, she’s turning back around, reaching through the drapes of fabric to pull on a small pair of hands. 

And then, you.

Paz has never seen you before. 

Immediately, he’s intrigued, sitting up a little straighter in his chair. You look heavenly, so feminine and sweet. He’s already imagining your taste to be just as pleasant. The way your body wears your little costume, it’s taking his fucking breath away. The top holding your breasts together crosses over your chest, looping up around your neck. And leading his eyes down the path to your cleavage is a thin, silver chain long enough to touch your ribs. Thin fabric is looped around your hips, holding up a longer cloth that drapes between your legs. A teasing piece of fabric, incredibly thin, but just enough to hide your sex. Two silver chains also hang around your attractive waist, twinkling beneath the stage’s many lights as you sway. 

Paz has yet to see a woman in this space wear something like this, and he’s sure no one would wear it as well as you; nobody here has your body type, and he’s already dying for a taste of it. The pieces cradling your plump breasts and what he’s sure to be heaven between your legs, are almost like petals to him. Petals covering the true beauty of the newest and brightest flower. One he’s ready to pluck from the garden. 

In what appears to be a comforting gesture, Venus brings you in, cupping your face as she delivers a graceful kiss. Instantly, Paz feels himself fully harden, adjusting his position as he takes in a heavy breath. He watches as you smile against her lips, hands lifting to her upper chest, sliding down along her breasts. As you trail down her body, Paz witnesses you squeeze her chest, and outwardly groans from it. And when your hands land on her hips, curling around to cup her ass, he all but loses it. 

“Ready for me?” 

Turning, he’s forced out of his sultry haze as he now faces Elara once again. 

“Who is that?” He asks, avoiding her question. 

Pointing in your direction, Elara follows his hand, sighing dramatically as she rolls her eyes. Hands on her hips, she stares at him. “Of course, you want the new girl.”

“How could I not?” Easily, his visor returns to you. “Where did you find her?”

Watching the way you kiss Venus, your tongue sliding out as she leads you toward the center of the stage, Elara releases another breath. “Coruscant.”

“There’s no way you found her on Coruscant.” Paz scoffs, eyes unwavering.

“We did!” She claims, continuing with, “But she’s originally from Naboo.”

“There we go.” Paz responds smugly. “That makes much more sense.” 

“So… you want her?”

“Fuck yes.” His response is instant, voice full of lust and anticipation. But then, his tone becomes stern, authoritative and demanding. “Bring her to me.”

For as demanding and cocky as he was, the girls were surprisingly taken with Paz. Maybe it had something to do with his height, his large body, his bulging muscles, his heroic armor. 

As you reach for the nearest poll, Elara hops up onto the stage. While approaching you, she watches as you slide onto it with ease, your lean muscles flexing as you move over the smooth, tall metal. And beneath his Beskar cover, Paz is wetting his lips at the sight of it, the sight of you. The way you dance is elegant, seductive, swaying your hips to each note swirling through the club’s current song. 

When the older woman walks up to you, she easily grabs your attention. Leaning in with a smirk, she whispers into your ear. And then, your eyes are flickering over to him, going wide before a bashful smile takes over your pretty features. And then, Paz sees you blush. Oh maker, he’s going to wreck you. 

Elara speaks to you again, her mouth moving though Paz can hear none of her words. Turning back in her direction, your smile doesn’t leave, now nodding eagerly. There it is, he has you.

Observing you from a distance, Paz soon sees you close that gap. Slowly, you make your way down the stage steps, strutting languidly in his direction. And as you make your way over, he eyes every inch of you, taking his time roaming your body. He can’t wait to feel you pressed up against him, grinding over his lap, your pretty face just inches from him. 

“Hi,” Your demure nature only serves to heighten his want for you. “The girls say you’re interested in me.” 

“Very much so.” Exhaling the words, he leans back in his chair, arms resting up on either side of him. 

An air of confidence just radiates from him, his large stature quite intimidating. But not daunting. And as you move closer to him, the excitement of it all continues to heighten. Standing between his spread legs, you lean in, hands resting on his pauldrons as you begin to situate yourself over him. 

“I’ve never had a Mandalorian before.” And that admission sends him. 

“I’ve never had you before.” He easily returns, voice airy and raspy. 

While climbing onto his lap, Paz restrains himself from moving, allowing you to get comfortable on him. Your knees bend, resting on either side of his hips as you situate yourself, hands sliding down to his chest once you’re settled. 

“Guess we’ll both have a first tonight.” 

Mere inches away, your chest now rests before him, taunting him. Your thighs tighten on either side of him, now lifting yourself to grind over his crotch. The action is slow and soft, gentle, hips swaying in graceful circles while your pretty face holds that enticing grin. 

“Can I have your name?” Your voice is sweet as you say it, hands rising to either side of his helmet. 

In the blink of an eye, this man’s hands are on your own, quickly dropping his drink onto the side table. Paz witnesses your movement pause, your face full of caution. Amidst his bruising grip, the Mandlorian’s low voice rumbles, “The helmet stays on.” 

At this, he expects you to run, to curl in on yourself and completely regret the action. It’s happened with the other women here, they all reacted that way when it first happened, before they got… used to him. And it’s not that he meant to scare you, it was just his natural reflex.

To Paz’s utter shock, you smirk, leaning in to kiss the space you’re sure his lips are beneath his outer, metal skin. And it fucking melts him. At this very moment, he knows all you want to do is please him. With his chest tightening, his fingers do the opposite, loosening their hold on your much smaller wrists. 

“So,” Returning to your seated position, you wiggle your hips over him, grinding your bare clit down onto his codpiece. “Your name?”

He’s genuinely stunned by your casual response, but takes it in stride, nonetheless. For a beat, he thinks on this name business. No one here knows his name, not the girls, not the owner, no one. And honestly, nobody’s ever cared to ask. Mando was tossed around to pretty much every Mandalorian to ever walk a planet’s surface. 

“Verd.” He finally decides on, wanting to give you an actual name. Although, the Mando’a word isn’t exactly a name, more of a title. But it’ll do for this scenario. 

“Verd.” Repeating the word only prompts your grin to grow, hips rolling over his. “I like it.” 

When you repeat the word, something is set alight within him. Hearing you speak Mando’a makes his pulse quicken, his throat running dry while he watches you dance. And suddenly, he feels your hands on his own, guiding them toward your angelic body. Even though his gloves are rough and worn, in desperate need of conditioning, you place them on your hips. Inside, Paz’s heart pounds against his ribs; he wants to explore you further.

“Do you want to touch me?” 

“Will you let me?” He questions in response, fingers tightening ever so slightly.

“Yes.”

As soon as you say it, his hands are on your ass, fingers pushing aside the cloth to grab at your bare skin. It makes you gasp, feeling him haul you forward, shoving you back and forth over his lap. Appearing strong wasn’t any type of facade with him; Paz’s muscles were clearly capable of moving you in whatever way he wanted. And you move with him, leveraging yourself on his shoulders while rubbing your chest against his. Your breasts press against the smooth firmness of his armor, head dropping down to the cowl around his neck. 

“I want to see you…” Breathily, you beg for him. “Some of you… can I?”

Paz can feel your fingers fumbling around the cloth, slow and careful as you wait for his answer. Disrespecting someone’s religion or creed was never a trait you harbored. 

Swallowed thickly, he decides yes. “Yes, you can.”

Once he gives you permission, you find a loose piece of fabric, pulling it down to expose his skin. Leaning in, you press your lips to him, tongue poking out to drag a simple, sultry lick. And the way he groans makes you feel like you’re on fire, his head tilting back when you bite into him.

“Mm… pretty thing.”

“You think I’m pretty?” Curling into him with a bashful grin, you giggle, the sound flowing through him. 

“Gorgeous.” He grunts, flattening his feet on the ground as he grinds up into you. Although, he can’t feel much through his codpiece. He’s going to need a room with you. “Perfect body…” 

Leaning upright again, you sigh, taking both of his hands away from your ass and lifting them up to your chest. Lazily, his head lolls to the side, chestplate rising and falling with vigor as you guide him to cup your breasts. 

“Fuck…” Squeezing them with a groan, his helmet moves side to side. “Tell me what you like.”

“You.”

“Yeah?”

Nibbling on your lip, you nod. “Yeah… big, tall…” And then you’re reaching for his arm, hand sliding down his bicep. “Strong.” 

With a disbelieved scoff, Paz questions, “When the hell did you get here, huh? How the fuck did I miss you?”

“You haven’t missed anything; it’s my first night.” 

Again, that familiar shiver down his spine. It prompts him to further massage your chest, head tilted up as he admires you.

“Is this your drink?”

Turning to the side, he eyes his still-full glass. “Yes.”

“Not too thirsty?” 

This small observation provokes a certain thought in his mind. Reaching for it, he hums thoughtfully, lifting it to your lips. “Drink it.”

And you do so without hesitation.

While Paz holds the drink up to your mouth, his free hand continues to touch your glorious chest, trailing down the center of it and through your cleavage. 

“Yes…” Listening so well already. 

“Maybe I can return the favor sometime.” Comes your suggestive response, watching as he sets the glass down once again.

“Not likely, sarad’ika.” He replies, easily dismissing your comment. (Little flower)

“Hm… I like the way you speak.” 

But then, all too abruptly, you’re standing. Rising from his lap, you take one last look at him. 

“Maybe I can hear it again sometime.” 

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The way you left Paz had him wanting for more, and that’s exactly what you were going for. Throughout the night, you watch as the other dancers approach him, wanting to rub themselves over his armor and sit on his large lap, not dissimilar in the way you moved with him. To your surprise, though, he was having none of that. He spent his time watching you.

After you left him, he approached the bar once again. Ordering another glass of his favorite liquor, he then went to a private hall to down it. Here, he eyed the back rooms, listening to the gentle moans already flowing from the intimate spaces. He thought about what you’d do in those rooms, what he could do to you. He’d kill to see you naked, watch your tiny little fingers slither down to your sex, parting your lips for him, rubbing yourself for him. He imagines you’d spread your legs wide before coming to sit on his lap, riding his cock until he painted your insides white, staining you with his remnants. 

He could feel it in his veins. He needed to have you, and he needed to have you tonight.

Returning to the center hall, his eyes immediately find you. Multiple men watch as you dance, some of them his own brothers, too. You’re sliding down one of the poles, leaning back against it as you squat and spread your legs. And then, one of your hands is sliding down through your hair, over your shoulder, and onto your breasts. 

Taking his seat, your warrior watches as another girl brings you to her lips. Holding your cheeks, she kisses you, your hands lifting to touch her chest. He can see the way your thumbs stroke her barely covered nipples, the way you prop up your thigh between her legs. And when your tongue lays out, he finds himself wishing for a kiss. He’d love to feel your lips, your tongue, and on any part of him. Maybe tonight, you’ll be gracious. 

All at once, you’re making him feel special, walking in his direction with your eyes on that intimidatingly dark visor. Staring into his eyes, into his goddamn soul, you squat down, thighs parted as your hand lowers to rub yourself. 

Did she read my fucking mind?

Promptly, he stands, turning to find the owner. With his sudden movement, you’re worried you did something wrong. It dulls the excitement of the night for you, watching him strut off down the hall again. 

But once he’s in the office, he’s dropping a sack of Republic credits onto the desk. 

“I want her.”

“Who?”

“Your newest girl.” Paz presents with confidence. 

“You don’t have to -”

“I want to pay for her.” He insists, knowing you deserve it. “I’ll be in room six.” A lucky number of his. 

“How quick?” The owner calls out after him, listening to Paz’s gruff, “Quick.” 

Again, Elara is tasked with pulling you aside. And your internal excitement is once again set ablaze. Knowing you didn’t scare him off makes your smile glow, your stomach fluttering with butterflies. And now, he wants a private room with you? Maker, you can’t get to that room quick enough.

“He’s already there.”

“In room six.” She smirks, hands finding her hips. “What do you think?”

“Are you kidding?” Baffled she’d even ask, you scoff. “Of course I’m going!”

“He’ll be quite a treat.” Your coworker offers a knowing look, with only a pinch of jealousy. “Have fun.” 

“Wait,” Reaching out for her arm, your shyness appears once again. “What, um, what is he like?”

Instantly, her smile blossoms. “Demanding, and rough.”

A wave of anticipation rushes through your limbs, tongue poking out to timidly lick your lower lip.

“And he likes when you show off a bit.”

With that, she’s leaving, returning to her place on stage to satisfy the other men in the crowd. You wonder what that means, showing off, but you’re sure to find out. The only place you can go to now, is room number six.

There is power in this, you do have a choice. You know exactly what goes on in those rooms, and if you didn't want that, you’re more than allowed to reject him. The owner made sure of this; the safety and comfortability of his employees were among his top priorities. But honestly, you’d be a fool to reject this. To not enter this room, to not indulge carelessly in this man… would be a genuine waste. 

The club’s rhythmic sounds begin to fade as you walk throughout the establishment, making your way to the back hall. The curtain covering room six’s opening has been pushed to the side, its warm yellow hue pooling into the dark corridor. He’s expecting you. And with each step, you can feel your excitement, can feel the rush of adrenaline in your veins, your ears ringing with a wild heartbeat. You’re meeting with a man you met mere hours ago, and you’re going to let him take you. 

“Hi again,” With a cheeky grin, you tilt your head, eyeing the large, blue man.

That visor of his noticeably tips, analyzing your stance. The way your hips sway could convey nervousness, or excitement. And he chooses the latter, that grin of yours exposing your playfulness. 

“Will you join me?” 

The tips of your teeth find the thin skin of your lip, nodding as you step in. But only once or twice, just enough to be inside. Your timid nature entices him, your innocence. 

Standing, this bulk of a man makes his way over to you. Reaching out, the warrior’s gaze holds your own as he closes the curtain, sealing off the room. And his towering form, that stoic expression, steals every word from your lips. It seems all you can do is stand beside him, watching his every advance. 

With gentle motions, Paz undoes and removes his codpiece, revealing to you the black underclothes that lie beneath. The immediate movement of your eyes, and the quick expression you give, flatter him. Beneath the metal mask, he proudly grins, a single hand dropping to grip the tent you’ve given him. But before you can even truly admire him, he’s turning, walking back to the wide couch so he can take his seat once again.

“Come.” He then commands, voice soft but stern. Patting his thigh, he completes his request with, “Show me what you can do.”

His words offer encouragement, power, traits you snatch from the air as you approach him with interest. And once you’re close enough, his dominant hand reaches out to you, finding the delicate slope of your waist. But you reject this small advance, turning in his grasp. With your back facing him, you sit, sliding your backside along his lap. 

All too easily, those covered eyes watch your hands. Slender fingers begin to undo the top tied around your neck, exposing your breasts once it falls. With a huff of arousal, he leans forward, pressing his armored chest to your back while reaching for your breasts. Warm, smooth metal presses to your cheek as he fists your tits in both hands, visor peering over your shoulder to gawk at them. And then he releases a groan, a sound that quickly turns into a growl.

Rough, just like Elara said.

A gasp escapes you when you’re pulled backwards, this warrior now resting back against the couch. Both of those meaty arms stay wrapped around you, gloved fingers plucking at your perked buds. And then, one is leaving, lowering to loop behind your knee so he can pull your leg up.

“Show me.” He demands breathily, voice already ragged. “Show me how you like to be touched.” Slinking your legs over his knees, he parts them wider, only a single piece of cloth hiding your most sacred parts. 

“I like how you’re touching me.” Smirking devilishly, your eyes close, body squirming on his lap as he rubs your chest. But then, his most dominant hand is grabbing your wrist and yanking it down between your legs.

“I said show me.”

Demanding.

“Verd…” And for a moment, he’s confused. That is, until he remembers the name he’d given you.

“Ner verd.” Paz corrects, “Say it that way.”

Without question, you do, wanting to satisfy him. “Ner verd…” (My warrior…) 

And for some reason, the fact that you don’t even know what you’re saying excites him that much more.

Leaning over your shoulder, he watches with hunger as you pull aside the last remaining piece of fabric. Though, he can’t see as much as he’d like at this angle; in the past, he’d had women sit across from him on this couch. Paz would have them spread their legs, exposing themselves to him while demanding they get themselves off for his entertainment. And when they were done, he’d run a hand down their sex, fingers playing with their overstimulated lips. Later, in the privacy of his own home, he’d taste it. And regardless of your current position, he knows he’ll do the same with you. 

“That’s it…” Now, he approves, watching two little fingers tap against your clit. “Beautiful, sarad’ika.” (Little flower)

With a small, confident chuckle, you continue, the two of you watching as you pleasure yourself. Both of Paz’s hands stay on your chest while you do it, covered eyes witnessing the way you rub your reddened bud, the way your fingers play with your lips. 

“You’re a teasing thing, aren’t you?” He hums, helmet rubbing against you softly. Giving you a single nod, he then suggests, “Tap it again… I love to see you twitch.”

On command, you do as he says, chest rising and falling beneath his hands. And the blue warrior groans when he sees it, this ginormous man shifting beneath you. 

“Yes,” Paz huffs harshly in your ear, adrenaline and arousal mixing within his body. “You listen perfectly.”

“Baby…” It comes out as a whine, and it drives him wild inside. 

“Pretty thing,” He hums contemplatively. “Pretty noises.”

“Touch me,” Unexpectedly, you begin to beg, turning your face to look at him. It’s as if the anticipation building inside your chest has burst, body unable to harbor any remnants. “Please.”

“Oh…” Regardless of whether or not you’re aware, Paz holds your gaze, lowering a hand from where he’d been massaging your breast. “Like this, mesh’la?” He inquires, entirely sarcastic as he knows this is the spot, he knows this is just what you like. (Beautiful)

“Yes,” Arching back against him, your hips thrust up into his touch. While reaching for his forearm, he begins to rub you faster, listening to the soft squelch your center begins to emit. “Yes - yes.”

Writhing in his arms like a fish from the sea, you’re surrounded by nothing but blue, fiercely entrancing blue. Every sound you make goes straight through him, radiating into his chest, his pelvis, the throbbing shaft between his legs. Collectively, your actions brew a sense of pride in his belly, knowing he’s brought this out of you. Like a seductive siren, you’re singing a song, reaching out to consume him entirely. 

“Maker, you moan like such a fucking whore.” Spitting the words through gritted teeth, he grunts behind you, the tips of his fingers rubbing through your entrance. The hand still on your chest, grabs at you firmly, metal face pressing against your flesh. Oh, how desperate he is for it, for touch. You can see it so clearly, and you wish he’d let you give it to him. 

“Ner verd…” Gloved fingers brush over the peak of your breast, caressing the pebbled flesh. “Let me touch you, please.” (My warrior…)

“Come here,” Paz complies, finding a new weak spot with this name.

Strong hands gravitate to your hips, guiding you up from his lap. Moving with his momentum, you turn, completely naked for him. And to his utter shock, he pauses, breath caught in his throat. While his face is hidden, you can practically feel his amazement, one hand sliding up to caress your stomach. 

“Just like that,” He coos quietly, admiring your advancement in the absence of his own. “Get on top of me.”

Settling over his broad thighs, your hands find his helmet, bringing him in. Unknowingly, you offer an incredibly intimate sentiment; you touch your forehead to his. It’s as close to a kiss as Paz is going to get, as close as he’s ever come to it. 

“Please…” Dominant hand grazing his metal chest, it follows a line down to his pelvis. And when you settle over his lap, finally palming the stiffness of him, his hold on you tightens.

Harshly, thick fingers dig into your skin, his hips rocking up into your hand while releasing a soft moan. Something tingles inside your belly, listening to this gentle sound. Not a grunt or harsh groan, but a sweet release of breath.

“Hm…” Lips quirking into a grin, you express to him, “I want it.”

With bated breath, you wait for him, now feeling a particular wetness seep through beneath your hand. The moment stills, seconds now confused with centuries. Though, it’s not agonizing, this wait; it’s thrilling. 

The pads of his covered digits then rub circles along your skin, his chest dipping with a breath as he finally says, “Then take it.”

Nimble movements unzip his covering, length hot and stiff against the knuckles of your hand. Without losing his gaze, your fingers move to his base, slowly sliding around his girth and feeling the coarse hair littering his skin. Paz’s own hands move, too, still on your hips as he helps lift you above him. Resting up on your knees, the two of you glance down, eyeing the treats you’ve each been given. 

Helmet tilting up, Paz grins upon seeing your amazed expression. You’ve never seen a man like this, so veiny and thick, tip bulging and prominently crimson. The hairs around his shaft and base are damp, from either sweat or prespend but truthfully, you’re hoping for a mixture of them. You can practically smell it, him, his sweat and natural musk taking over your senses. And your mouth waters from it, wishing desperately to crawl down his body so you can put your lips on him. 

“Sarad’ika,” Paz calls gently, finger prodding beneath your chin and tilting it up toward him. “Don’t make me wait.” (Little flower)

“Can I…” Trailing off, your gaze lowers again. Paz sees the way you lick your lower lip, the way your eyes widen from the sight of him.

With a chuckle, he encourages you. “Be my guest.”

Once he allows it, you scramble down from his lap, falling to your knees while settling between his. Mesmerizing is the look in your eyes, eager is the movement of your lips. Leaning in, you’re immediately licking him, tongue flattening as it drags up the underside of his cock. It surprises him, just how quick you are with it, a startled gasp easily spilling from his lips. And while your mouth begins to pleasure him, your hand pumps the rest of his leaking length. 

“Perfect…”

Pulling back, your hand slides up, thickest digit thumbing over his slit. It forces a jolt of pleasure through him, a single hand coming down to grab the back of your head. The other, however, falls to his base. 

“You like this?” He asks lowly, stroking himself. And when you nod, curiosity overtakes him again. “What about this?”

Smacking his dick against your mouth, he watches you moan. Those gorgeous eyes of yours flutter closed, lips parting as  he continues. 

“I like it…” Grumbling, the timbre of his voice prompts a small wave of pleasure to rush through your hips. “Just like that, smacking it against your pretty doll face.”

Truthfully, you’d stay like this as long as he asked. On your knees between his spread legs, naked body on display while he tapped his dick against your face. Some taps are harder than others, and then there were softer hits, ones that allowed him to smear his precum over your lips. 

“Take it.” Applying pressure to the back of your head, he guides you onto him once again. “Ngh, ri-right there, right down your throat.”

The ridges of your tastebuds can feel every inch of him, every vein that throbs beneath the weight of your tongue. And now, he feels himself fully thicken within the hot cavern of your mouth. But you can’t take the entirety of him; all around, he was more than sizable, his width stretching your lips to your limits. Already your jaw aches, and he hasn’t even started thrusting yet. Simply, he holds you there, keeps you pressed as far down as you’re willing to go. As the seconds pass, you can hear him grumble, hand petting lovingly at your hair. Violently, he throbs against the hot suction of your mouth, his tip entering your throat. Every pulse that runs through his erection is powerful, the pound against your mouth prompting a moan from the depths of your chest.

“You’re drooling.” He notes casually, head cocking to the side.

Just barely, you’re able to look up at him, tears already dripping from the corners of your eyes. It’s a wonderful sight, especially when you reach up to stroke the remaining length. Every bit of skin he shows has been touched, kissed and licked and sucked on until he just couldn't take it. And that’s exactly how he likes it.

The tiny fist you wrap around the base of his dick makes him grin, continuing to stroke your hair as he says, “You’re so pretty like this.”

For how rough he could be, this man also seemed to have a sweet side. Maybe he was like that with everyone, or maybe he was just like that with you.

Streaks of mascara run over your cheeks, lipstick smeared from the spit dripping down your chin. The makeup you’d worked so hard on, ruined. All from him, and it’s been done in his perfect vision. Just how he’d pictured you - on your knees, crying for him, mouth stuffed to the brim. 

“Pretty little mess.” And with the way he says it, you’d think it was an insult.

The hand once petting your hair now grips it at the crown, shoving his hips up toward your mouth. Forcefully, you gag, the motion completely unexpected. But you take him as best you can, the hand around his cock now joining the other atop his thigh. It’s done to brace yourself, but he isn’t having any of that.

“No,” Paz growls, shoving your hands away. “Keep your hands down, keep them off of me.” 

Obediently, you lower them both, resting loosely behind your back. And now that your hands are gone, both of his find the back of your head, repeatedly forcing you down onto him. Every thrust is accompanied with a harsh grunt, cock stiff and hot as it repeatedly punches into your mouth. His tip, red and dripping, strikes the back of your throat with every rut, every erratic and animalistic movement. 

There’s nothing else for him, not in this moment. Right now, every bit of his attention is given to you, to your body and mind and everything you can bring him, everything he can bring you. Since the moment he laid eyes on your mesmerizing form, he knew he’d have you. One way or another, he was going to make you his; add you to his collection of girls. And this is just how he pictured it, even better, really. You’d already touched yourself for him, and so willingly dropped to your knees, too. He can’t remember the last time a whore sucked him off. Usually, sex was just sex; even here. Sure, he’d have his fun, but oral was never part of the deal. After a little bit of teasing, every woman here immediately got to business. But not you, and he’s liking that. You’re taking your time to satisfy him.

“Ugh,” With a wet gasp, you pull away, but only once he’s allowed it.

Every breath is ragged and hoarse and Paz’s are nearly just as rough. Allowing you this reprieve, he expects you to take it. But you’re full of surprises tonight, almost immediately diving right back in.

“Sh…” He says to you softly, gloved hand grabbing your jawline and chin. And when you look up at him, your expression is filled with such a sweetly sickening innocence. “Up.”

Climbing up his thick thighs, you find yourself wanting to meet his mouth. As if he’s thinking the same thought, his fingers move across your chin, sliding upward a bit. Using his thumb, he parts your lips, watching as you grin. With a single, simple shake of his head, he murmurs, “What I wouldn’t give to taste these lips…”

“Would you give your creed?” Teasingly, you return, mere inches from his metal skin.

“Not a goddamn chance.”

And with that, he’s reaching down and hauling you up and onto his lap. Your giggle is mixed with a tasteful gasp, hands reaching for those broad shoulders once again. Although you can’t kiss him, you can kiss his helmet, which you find comfort in doing. Pressing your lips to his metal cheek, you sigh blissfully against him. Somehow, it brings you closer to him.

Both of your warrior’s hands find the wonderful expanse of your backside, fisting it with a satisfied hum. Rocking you forward, he’s successful in brushing your smooth cunt against his shaft, another rapturous noise coming from him. 

“Are you ready for me, hm?” It doesn't take long before you’re moving of your own volition, grinding against his tip and rubbing yourself all the way down his length. 

“Mhm,” Forehead rubbing against the side of his helmet, you sigh, something similar to a tiny whine. 

Pulling you forward onto his chest, he grunts, lifting you enough to slide his tip against your entrance. Using your hold on him as balance, you take the lead, reaching down to angle him as he begins to slide in. Easily, Paz sinks inside, every single inch slowly but surely becoming enveloping by your welcoming walls. It’s almost unfair, the expectation of this. He’s monstrously thick and pounding against your thin, sensitive skin.

“Oh,”

“Yes.”

Dragging hotly against your inner walls, he’s already stretching you to tears halfway in. Painted fingernails dig into the cowl covering his skin, wishing to touch him, to kiss and mark him. You’re certain if you pushed it away, there’d already be beautiful discolorations from your lips. 

“Don’t worry, ner sarad’ika…” Paz grumbles, his hands moving over the curve of your waist. One finds purchase on your hips, while the other rises to the back of your head. With gentle force, he pulls you into him, feeling your arms loop entirely around his neck. “We’ll make it fit.” (My little flower)

“Verd,” Whimpering, your arms shake as he lowers you even more. “Ner verd.�� (Warrior, my warrior)

“There you go,” Your correction forces a sense of pride to grow within his chest. “So good…”

“Fu-uck,” The cry is broken and breathy as it spills from your lips, sitting firmly on his lap.

He’s entirely inside, your ass resting against his scrotum. Even through his Beskar, he can feel the heavy rise and fall of your chest, can feel the shift of your thighs as you spread even wider to accommodate him. But then, you’re wincing, something that quickly concerns him.

“What?” Rubbing your back, he sighs, feeling your walls clench hotly around him. “Tell me.”

“Mm,” Timidly, you whimper, one hand dropping to press against one of his tassets. 

“Oh,” He realizes, hands dropping down to remove the armor that must be pinching at your sweet skin. And once the tops of his thighs are uncovered, you shimmy against him, rubbing over the black fabric still covering his bulky body. 

Once he’s set the plates aside, his hands run up and down your arms. “There…” He says comfortingly, hips rocking up into you. “Keep going, keep going.”

Shifting your hips, you gather yourself enough to sway against him. With both palms pressing against his cuirass, you steady your breaths in order to find a rhythm. And quickly, you do, alongside your warrior’s own eager movements. It brews inside him, the need to have you, to stretch you out and fuck you in a way you’ll remember; mold your insides to him, steal your breath and captivate your complete attention.

“That’s it, sweet little whore.”

“Baby,” His words do something ungodly to you, mixing with every ounce of exciting sin. 

“Look so fucking good,” His words are breathy, body moving with yours quite smoothly. “Impaled on me.”

“Yes, yes.”

The man beneath you is big enough to lift you entirely before dropping you right back down, cockhead hitting the deepest parts of your sex. His ridges rub along your insides in the most delightful way, pressing up against the spot that makes your eyes roll and your hips sway. 

“Can, can I, please…” Pawing at the covering around his neck, Paz becomes impatient, reaching up to rip it off completely. 

With a breath of relief, he continues, hand returning to your ass with a harsh spank just as you move to his neck. Your body shakes with his force, the motion repeated as soon as your lips attach to his neck. You’re bouncing down on him, ass slapping against his clothed thighs. 

“Fuck,” Growling, he almost can’t keep himself from doing it again, slapping your cheeks just to watch and feel them jiggle. “Fuck yourself onto me, just like that.”

His voice is deep and demanding, yet sincere and encouraging. Adrenaline rushes through your body every time you hear him speak, that slightly muffled and almost staticy voice doing wonders to your aroused state of being. 

“Ner verd,” Digging your teeth into his skin prompts another quick spank, one that sends a shrill giggle straight from your chest. “Yes.”

The slightly muted sound of your naked thighs against his covered legs begins to reverberate through the room, skin against skin echoing when you bring yourself down to his pelvis. He seems to enjoy it when you mark him, sucking on his skin with a fierce sense of determination. And when you’ve deemed one spot complete, you lick it sweetly. More than you can even fathom, it satisfies him.

“Sweet thing,” The smile in his tone is evident. “My new favorite girl.”

Wrapping both arms around you, their strength prevents you from any more movement. Instead, he pulls you onto him, pistoning his hips up against your sex. The pure power and force behind his working muscles leaves you fighting for breath. And alongside his flattering words, you find yourself smitten with him. 

The overwhelming sensation of him claiming your weeping cunt makes you see stars, makes you cling to him like you’d die if you didn’t. His panting breaths even fan out beneath his bulky mask, brushing over your skin and giving you a subtle taste of him. Floating through your head is the thought of his tongue, how he’d taste if you ran your own across it; how would he kiss you? How would his lips feel? How would they move?

“I want to claim you.” Voice deep and rumbling, he goes on to say, “Fill you to the brim with nothing but my seed.”

“I want that,” Nodding, you cling to him, his body firm and strong and Maker, how did you get him? “I want it.”

“Fill this sweet cunt, plug it with my cum.” It’s almost like he’s rambling, talking himself up to the point of an earth-shattering orgasm. “Say it to me.”

“Hm?”

“Th - my name. Say my name.” Amidst his excitement, his clouded mind, he’d almost forgotten. 

“Ner verd.” And the way you say it makes his entire existence float away with something akin to yearning, longing. (My warrior)

Inside, you feel fuzzy, needy and tingling with overwhelming bliss. The way he fucks up into you is sloppy, desperate to cum inside the warmth you’ve given him. You feel like a toy, nothing but entertainment for him. And you’re more than fine with satisfying that expectation. 

Driving his hips upward, something in him seems to break. Choking on his own breaths, he grunts, seeking out your wet warmth as he releases inside. 

“Soft fucking insides, so warm and welcoming - fuck. I’m gonna cum in it,” Squeezing you in his arms, his hips stutter, jerking against your core. “I’m gonna cum inside…”

“Y-Yes,” Dragging your nails down his neck, you witness the evidence of your own pleasure painting his skin red. 

The force of his high brings on your own, rutting over his lap as you try desperately to rub your clit onto him. It brushes over his pelvis, over the coarse hairs littering his base as you shake in each other’s arms, wanton moans floating freely through the room and out into the hall. Rope after rope fills your channel, the white liquid flooding your most sensitive space. And it milks him for every drop, clenching around his girth as your own high wrings every bit of pleasure from your limbs. Shivering through your body, he holds you through the overwhelming pleasure of it, listening to your feminine moans and reveling in the fact that he’s caused them. 

One hand then drops to your backside, squeezing you kindly once again. Giving you an easy tap, he clears his throat, sighing into relaxation. It’s obvious when he calms, body slumping slightly into his seat. Resting back against the cushions, he urges you to lay on his chest, smiling to himself when you do. It’s always comforted him, this brief sense of intimacy after sex. 

His next words are genuine, a promise he intends to keep. “I’ll be seeing you again.”

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Can't Keep My Eyes Off You

Jade x FtM!Reader

For @zoomdeathknight

You were sitting at the Asphalt Cafe, waiting for your sisters to arrive to get their food. Trina messaged you while you were working out, practically demanding Thai food. While you weren't one to give into Trina easily, you still loved her and would try to do nice things for both her and Tori. So you agreed, getting Tori's order as well. At least you had time to shower beforehand this time.

Students began to file out to the courtyard around you. You take a quick glance around to try and find Trina but then figure that you would hear her before you saw her. As you glance down at your phone, you miss the amount of eyes starting to stare at you. The whispers, however, reached your ears.

"Who is that?"

"I dunno, but daaaamnnmn...."

"Who's the lucky bitch he's waiting for?"

"His hair looks so soft..."

"Look at his muscles..."

The mutterings made you a little self conscious about being here. Your hand runs through your split blonde/black hair, unintentionally flexing and causing several girls to swoon.

"C'mon, Trina," you mumble. "Get out here already..."

As if on cue, Trina's booming voice echoes around the outdoor cafe.

"Finally! My love has arrived!"

People are absolutely baffled as the older Vega sister runs towards you, only to slap their foreheads when she goes straight for the take-out bags.

"Pad Thai, you never disappoint." She says as she essentially cradles the box of noodles. You just deadpan at her with a wave.

"Hi. Brother here. You know, the one who brought your food?"

Trina ignores you and walks away.

"... You're welcome!?"

A pat on your shoulder draws your incredulous glare away from Trina to the sympathetic smile of Tori.

"I, for one, appreciate you going outta your way. Thanks, Y/N." She gives you a hug before reaching for her own food. "Oooh! Rangoons!"

"At least my good deed is appreciated." You share a laugh with Tori as her friends begin to join you at the table.

"Whoa, you got Thai food and you're not sharing?" Andre asked as soon as he sat down.

"Blame Trina. I just took advantage."

"And I had the free time."

"Oh, hey dude. I'm Andre." He stuck his hand out, allowing you to take and shake it.

"Yo. I'm Y/N, The Vega adopted child."

Robbie pops up then, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Wait, since when?"

"Yeah, why would you subject yourself to living with Trina?" Said Rex.

You take a moment to register that a PUPPET just spoke. Before you could answer, the rest of your sister's friends arrive.

"Who's the beefcake?"

Your eyebrows furrow as you turn to look at the person who, in tone, sounded like they insulted you. However, as soon as your eyes meet ocean ones, all of your annoyance melts away. While the rest of the group chatters away, you and the infamous Jade begin a staring contest.

She sits down, eyes never leaving yours. In your peripheral, you can see a small smirk forming on her lips. It causes one to spring from your own. Eventually, her eyes move, analyzing and appraising your whole form. Your body burns from the focus, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. At least until another person literally pulls you away.

"Ohmigod, you're so hot. What's your name? Can I touch your hair? Flex for me pleaseeeee"

The barrage of questions from the random girl caught you extremely off guard. You weren't even allowed to answer as more and more girls begin to surround you.

"How are you so real?"

"Is everything about you this buff?"

"God, you're even hotter than Beck."

You barely register the incredulous sputtering from somewhere behind you. Tori's voice is getting lost in the girlish chatter as she tries to get to you. Your anxiety was going through the roof. It wasn't until a booming voice pierced through the rumpus.

"ALRIGHT BACK IT UP, YA VULTURES!"

Jade almost literally cuts through the group of girls surrounding you, brandishing her signature scissors. She maneuvers the gaggle until they are in front of her, keeping you behind her with Tori comforting you.

"While we can all agree that Y/N is hot, that doesn't mean you can bombard him with stupid questions and be all..." She waves her hand. "Handsy with him."

Rooted in your spot, you stare at the goth defending you. What little femininity you retained after taking hormones start to bubble with the girlish whimsy of being the damsel in distress, now saved. Jade was holding her own against the pack, but it seemed like you would need to step in to get rid of them for good. You snap out of your stupor and wait for an opportunity.

"Why do you even care, Jade? You don't have a claim on him like you did with Beck."

Bingo.

You take a step forward, being cautious to be close to Jade, but not touching her. You've heard the stories Tori told you. Putting on your best smirk, you address the mob.

"Who says she doesn't have a claim on me?"

Everyone gawked at you. It unnerved you a bit, but you held strong, refusing to crack. You shrug, sitting back down on the bench behind you, bracing your elbows in the table against your back.

"I mean, the hottest guy needs to have the hottest girl, right?" You inwardly cringe at the words, but you'll beat yourself for it up later. Jade, being the smart actress she was, caught on and sheathed her scissors to perch herself into your lap, crossing her legs as she gently plays with the hairs at the nape of your neck. A shiver runs down your spine at the touch.

"You heard him. He's been claimed. Go be ganks somewhere else."

The bravest of the girl stepped forward with a stomp of her foot.

"No way! I don't believe it. There's no possible way he's with a creep like you!"

"No? Well then."

The next sequence of actions played in your mind like a slideshow. Hands on either side of your face. Said hands turning your face towards a beautiful girl. Lips of said girl suddenly on yours.

While the entire situation was a surprise, you reacted on instinct. You tilt your head slightly to deepen the kiss as your hands pull at Jade's waist. It lasts even after the gaggle of girls walk away dejectedly. It wasn't until an awkward cough did you and Jade part ways.

"So... That worked to get them away..." Andre awkwardly said. He was actively not looking towards you and Jade. She was still on your lap, now with her arms around your neck.

"Great. Now I don't have to watch my brother make out with Jade." Tori mentions with a shudder.

"I dunno, Vega," Jade pipes up with a smirk. "You may end up seeing it more often."

Tori just groans and flops on the table, causing you to laugh at her antics. Before you could apologize to your sister, your attention is forced to the goth on your lap.

"How about we get to know each other a little better? Maybe somewhere more private."

With a grin, you just pick up the girl on your lap and start making your way to your car.

"See you later, Tori. Love you!"

You and Jade let out a cackle as you leave the group behind. Tori just hopes that they won't be insufferable. She knows that there's already going to be chaos when Trina finds out.

[idontplaytrack]

MY CHARMED ONE [9]

Capri Donahue x Harper Sibling!fem reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, hospital mentions, coarse language

In which Capri goes to PT for her injury. And then she tries to do schoolwork while on meds. Reader goes a little crazy having to deal with her antics while Capri makes a revelation.

“Oh, hi, baby!” Capri didn’t know you were going to be at her house so she was thrilled to see you. Thrilled.

“Is she-”

“Oh, yeah.” Her Mom nodded knowingly.

“Guess schoolwork will have to wait.” You held back a laugh.

“Okay, will you be good and not give y/n a hard time having to deal with your high ass? I’ve got to go back to work.” Her Mom sat her down on the couch to be with you.

“Okay, fine.” She pouted, “Bye-bye.”

“Bye, Capri.” Her Mom smiled, “If anything happens- call me. Also, if you need anything from the store, let me know so I can pick them up on my way home tonight.”

“Okayyyy.” Capri said back.

“Bye, y/n.”

“Bye, Trina.” You waved to her Mom. Yeah, she kinda had you start calling her by her first name recently, thinking that ‘Mrs. Donahue’ was way too formal.

“At least she doesn’t sing Chicago.” Capri quips absentmindedly.

“What?” You mumbled.

“It’s a joke.” She giggles, “Trina Vega?”

“Oh.” You chuckled when you finally got her joke.

“Yeah.” She nodded, “What time- what time did you get here?”

“I dunno. An hour ago?”

“Oh, that’s so long.” Capri glares at you. Well, her eyes were widened, so there’s that. “No, babe. It was okay. Did you want something to eat? It’s just about lunchtime.”

“Can we get burgers?”

“Uh, sure. I’m sure we can find someplace that delivers.”

“Can you make ‘em?” She requested.

“Me?” You asked her, bewildered.

“Yeah, you. You can cook. We have everything you need.” She nodded excitedly.

“Okay, okay. I’ll make us burgers for lunch.” You gave in, throwing your hands up in mock defeat. You got up to go to the kitchen. And told her to stay put, but she hobbles over there to join you anyway.

“Capri, I told you-”

“I’m boreeeeed.” She complains. You laugh, “Okay, just- sit down. Please. You can’t put weight on that leg yet.”

“Okay, fine. I’m sitting.” She huffs, pouting, sitting herself down at the dining table.

“Well? Talk to me, then. Since you’re bored?” You suggested, getting a pack of ground beef out from her fridge to start preparing the meal.

Capri then proceeded to talk to you about anything and everything that came to her mind. You loved this side of her that didn’t show unless she was alone with you. That was for you only.

“You look so hot.” She said out of the blue.

You scoffed, brushing her comment of while constructing the burgers, “Do you want cheese on yours?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, “Maybe some lettuce. Just lettuce, though.”

“Alright.” You shrugged, got that done and handed her the plate.

————

“You haven’t done any schoolwork for the past three days? Capri, god. We’re graduating this year- that’s not gonna help.” You put down your half-eaten burger.

“I was caught up until three days ago. I got pissed off over nothing because I started my period. But hey, I feel better now so I’ll get back to it tomorrow.”

“Today.” You said.

“Alright, fine.” Capri threw her hands up in mock defeat. She then grabbed her can of soda and tried to open it with one hand. Obviously, she couldn’t but she still didn’t want to ask you for help.

“Need some help?” You ask.

She sulks, “Yeah. God, I hate this.”

“You’re okay- I got you.” You smiled, handing her the can back then you resumed eating your burger, “It’s been what, 9 days? Take it easy, babe. Enjoy having other people help you do stuff.”

Capri snorts, taking a sip of her beverage, “I think you’re enjoying me being high on pain meds too much.”

“Hey, I have not said that.” You gasped, “Every time I come over, you’re the one giving me a surprise with this whole golden retriever energy.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She guffaws, “I really- I really act that different? Damn.”

“You can’t tell, but yeah.” You told her, pushing your now empty plate aside.

“Eh, whatever.” She shrugs, “This is great. You may be an even better cook than my Mom, baby.”

“Aren’t you sweet?” You chuckled, “Thanks, babe.”

“So I’ve been told.” She beamed brightly, taking the last bite of her food.

“Is it?” You teased.

“Yeah, by you.” She glares at you, eyebrows raised for a second. You could not take her seriously like that. Anyway, after you washed the dishes, you decided to help Capri with her schoolwork. The result? You found out the limit of your patience. And it was not very high. “Capri, come on. You know this. You tutored me on this when I was out of school that week.”

“I can’t.” She answers in a singsongy tone, “I tried. I’m still fucking high right now, baby.” Capri rests her chin on folded arms, doodling on the paper with a pencil. She had a point. Maybe schoolwork wasn’t a priority right now since she couldn’t focus at all. It’s not like she was severely behind on the work.

“Are you okay?” You scooted closer to her, shutting the school books and stacking them together.

“I’m high.” She stated, still doodling. “I can’t do anything while I’m high, because I don’t remember a single thing I learnt in school.”

Next thing you knew, she was on the verge of tears. These damn pills and their side effects.

“Capri. Everything’s okay, don’t worry.” You rubbed her arm comfortingly.

“I know, I just feel like shit because of the meds sometimes- like why do they do that?” Capri huffs, “Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah, honey - anything.”

“Sometimes…I feel like I’m not good enough for you?” She reveals, “Like- I dunno, I was mean for so long, almost died and expected people to help me just ‘cause? How I even got you as my girlfriend keeps me awake at night sometimes because I really just…got lucky. You’re so nice, so smart. And even when I was a bitch to Darby.”

“Capri, I don’t care about the past. You’ve changed a lot in such a short period of time - for the better and I’m so proud of you for that. The Capri I got to know has been sweet all along. You were just a kid being a little shit sometimes- though as a kid myself some years ago, that hurt. You gave my box of Barbies terrible haircuts, so what? But I don’t play with them anymore, that doesn’t bother me anymore. You made up with Darby, things are okay again. Because life moves fast and things change. I’ve got other things to focus on. We all do. And right now, things might suck a bit because you’re injured, and you’ve got every right to be upset. But move forward from that. Life’s too short, baby.”

Capri looks at you with glossy eyes, her chin still rested on her folded arms. She pushes the piece of paper towards you. There was a bunch of hearts on it.

You smiled, “You see? This. This is what I love- the little things you do for me. Remembering what I love to order at different places, my favourite snacks, candies, writing me little notes on the mirror when I shower, you watching my favourite shows with me. The daily mundane things. You know me, Capri- so well and we haven’t even been together that long. And I am just so in love with you, Capri. You’re perfect the way you are and perfect for me. I don’t care how many bad days you have, I’ll be right there with you no matter what.”

A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips, “I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” Your smile mirrors hers.

“Will you cuddle with me?” She asks quietly. You agreed in a heartbeat, leading her over to the couch. You helped her sit down carefully before you sat down yourself. Wrapping your arms around her, she lays her head on your chest, cautiously manoeuvring her legs to be fully on the couch. Absentmindedly, you were tracing random shapes on her arm with your fingers as you simply enjoyed her company.

“I think Charmed’s on now, you wanna watch?” Capri broke the silence quickly. You looked down at her and grinned, “You know that?”

She puckers up her lips for a kiss which you gladly gave her, “I remember.”

[hknightdai]

so saw the one off victorious smut could you maybe write a Trina Vega X Male Reader smut perhaps

No

[randomperson46]

Photoshoot (Trina Vega x Female Reader)

Okay this was the last request. Sorry again to the three people who I made wait. So after this one there will be an update every Monday, one chapter updates. Requested by: KoszuleczkaZmarsa

Trina invited you over to her house to help her with a photoshoot. Trina is always doing something dramatic but it fits her personality.

You decided to throw on some jeans, a white tank top, and a red and grey flannel on top. You might as well pepper in the fact you're gay, maybe then Trina will notice you are flirting with her and not just being nice. Maybe she'll notice your crush. Maybe.

You put your shoes on and get in your car.

Once at Trina's house you knock on the front door. "Hello? Oh Hey! I'll let Trina know you're here." Tori, Trina's younger sister answered the door.

"Just have a seat on the couch, Trina's been dying waiting for you, for her photoshoot." Tori said as she walked up the stairs.

As you say on the couch a scream echoed through the house as Trina ran down the stairs.

"You're here! About time, let me look at you." Trina pulled you off the couch and started to examine your outfit. She was wearing jeans and a casual shirt.

You paused, she usually dresses up for photoshoots, not down.

"Trina what are you wearing?" You gestured to her clothes.

"Oh these are my photoshoot clothes, hmm, you're lucky you're cute, your outfit will do." She adjusted the collar of your flannel.

"My outfit?" You whispered, then it hit you. "You want me to be your model? I thought I was helping you?"

"You are helping me. Now come sit on the piano." Trina dragged you towards said object.

"I can't do model poses Tree, this-"

"Shut up and just sit, you don't need to pose. Just be chill. And stop calling me tree it's not a cute nickname." Trina huffed.

You just leaned back a bit on the piano as Trina took a few pictures at different angles.

"Would you prefer it if I called you mine?" You laughed.

"Yeah obvi." She mumbled as she adjusted your pose to something different.

"What?" You asked, your face flushed.

Trina looked up at you and realized what she had said. A blush spread on her cheeks as well.

"What do you mean?" Trina asked as she tried to look away.

You put your hands on her hips and pulled her close. "What did you say?" Your breath fanned across her face as you spoke.

"I didn't say anything, I've never said things in my life." Trina moved her hands from her side to rest on your thighs.

"Trina you've definitely said things before in your life." You pulled her closer to you so the two of you were touching. You wrapped your hands around her, holding her in place.

Trina moved her hands and placed them on your shoulders. But she didn't speak.

"Trina, would you prefer it if I called you mine instead?" You asked again, whispering in her ear.

Trina almost backed away, and you would've let her, but she pulled you're face in front of hers and kissed you.

"Yes you blind bat I would. Now you're dating me, we're girlfriends, sorry I don't make the rules." Trina said as she pulled away.

"It's a good thing I agree with the rules then. Girlfriend." You said as you placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Hey Trina, what was this photoshoot for again?" You asked.

"Nothing!" She yelled, went stiff and ran up stairs.

Tori walked in from the kitchen, you didn't notice her walk by. "She just wanted some cute pictures of you, but you always take silly selfies, she wanted some serious ones. So we brainstormed the idea of a photoshoot." Tori informed you.

You just laughed and walked upstairs to follow Trina.

[ongaku-ato-kakikomi]

Dream Audition - Trina Vega x Reader

Day Sixteen of Fictober 2020

Prompt: #16 “I never wanted anything else”

Fandom: Victorious (Trina Vega x Reader)

Word Count: 639 words.

Summary: Trina gets a callback to audition for a very promising series.

It finally arrived: the day where she got a callback for an audition. She would have been happy with any kind of callback, everything having said time and time again that it would never happened, but it wasn’t just any kind of callback… it was one for an upcoming series that was more than very promising, and they wanted her for the main role!

When she got that called that, she didn’t quite know how to react. Lucky for her, she was alone in her car, and so no one was there to hear her pure screams of excitement along with her excessive head shaking. She was so happy, she felt like her heart was about to burst out of her chest. When she arrived at school, she wasn’t interested in calling her parents; she already knew how they would look at her: with pitiful smiles and empty words of encouragements, soon followed by ‘it’s okay if you don’t get it, sweetheart’. She didn’t want to find her sister to share the news either, already picturing the young Vega giving her a weird look and say, ‘are you sure that it wasn’t a mistake?’. She doesn’t even want to try to tell her sister’s friends else about it, already dreadful of the mocking laughs she would hear from them.

No. In that moment, she wanted to do one thing: share the news with you.

For years now, you’ve always been by her side. Her one true friend, always there to encourage her and help her become the best version of herself. You were there when she realized that she needed help to get better at singing, comforting her and finding vocal exercises to help her out. You were there to help her practice every single audition she ever wanted to try out, telling lines back and forth for hours until she knew them all by heart. You were the one person who always believed that she could do anything despite what everyone else said; the one person who helped her make her one-woman show and applaud her in front row.

The one person who shed all her tears and helped her back on her feet to try again. To try to accomplish the dream she’s always dreamed. You were there to watch her succeed, and you weren’t going to let her give up at any point.

She’s so grateful for you, in more ways than you’ll ever know.

Her eyes spot you taking a book out of your locker, her lips stretching out onto a large grin as she lunges towards you.

“(Y/N)!”

“Ah!” You scream as you feel arms try to lift you up, Trina barely managing to make you spin for a few seconds before she drops you. “Woah, Trina, what’s going on?”

She frees you enough to be able to look at your face, her hands taking a hold of yours. “I got it!”

You frown in confusion, though her excitement makes you give out a small smile. “Got what?”

“A call-back!” Your eyes go wide with pure shock, your lips stretching into a wide smile as you feel your excitement rise with hers. “I got a call-back for the main role!”

“Oh my god, Trina!” You instantly hug her close while she giggles happily, feeling an upper sense of pride for her. “That is so amazing! You’ve dreamed about this for so long!”

“I know! I never wanted anything else!” You free her just as she starts to jump up and down with glee, feeling yourself soon mimicking her. “I might become a star!”

“I’m so proud of you!”

Her cheeks hurt from how much she’s smiling, your unconditional support making her even more happy than she was before.

Maybe one day she’ll be brave enough to tell you how much you mean to her.

[iheart-cobiesmulders]

Kiss Me - Jade West x Fem!Reader

Plot: You show up at Jade’s house, covered in cuts and bruises. She takes care of you, but she isn't happy about it.

 You rang the doorbell, hovering your finger in preparation for a second ring. Just an extra precaution to make sure Jade heard you at her door, you're pretty sure she was asleep. 

You were surprised to see the door practically fly open on the first ring, the porch light illuminated Jade’s concerned face. 

She stared at you for a moment, before stepping onto her porch and quickly enveloping you in a tight hug. 

"Hi," you choked out as Jade gave you one final squeeze. She spun around and walked into the house, leaving you dumbstruck on the porch.

* * *

"I brought food," You offered to her, shrugging off the sweatshirt you had on, riddled with sweat. 

Jade didn't respond, her back was turned towards you. "Your favorite kind," you try to coax her out of the silent treatment, hoisting the bag of IHOP pancakes into the air. 

Still nothing. 

You sighed, carelessly dropping the bag onto her kitchen table. "Jade,"

She walked out of the room, and you stood in disbelief. "Where are you going?"

She was back quickly, a small first aid kit in hand. 

"Sit." She quietly demanded, and you smiled at her voice. Not wanting her to get more upset, you obeyed. 

* * *

Jade avoided eye contact with you,  you had given up trying to meet her gaze, it was useless. 

Her hand delicately held your face as she swabbed a wet cotton ball around a large cut. You winced at the sting, and you didn't miss the flash of concern on your girlfriend's face. 

"Ow." You grimaced as she spread Neosporin over your cut. 

"Keep icing your eye." Jade moved your hand back in its original spot, resting on your left eye. "It'll be swollen shut by morning if you keep this up."

Her hand cupped your jaw, and you saw this as an opportunity to lean forward, attempting to place a kiss on her lips. She dodged your kiss, your lips ended up briefly kissing her cheek. 

"Hey!"

"Hold still." She concentrated on cutting a piece of medical tape, getting frustrated when the scissors got stuck in the tape. 

"Why won't you kiss me?" 

Jade looked unamused as you stared at her with big eyes. "Jade!"

"What." She muttered, carefully placing the piece of medical tape over a gash.

You rolled your eyes, while Jade concentrated on another cut, this one placed above your eyebrow. She stared at it disapprovingly and hesitated to ask how you even got it in the first place. 

"Are you hurt here?" Jade gestured to her torso, and you almost shook your head no, just so she wouldn't look at you with disappointment. But the aching pound coming from your ribs was too much, and you nodded your head. 

"Yeah."

Jade showed no expression, almost as if she was expecting that answer. She tugged off your long sleeve, tossing it to the floor. 

"Y/n..." Jade whispered, ghostly tracing all of the marks on your stomach that would surely turn into bruises by morning. She softly pressed into your ribs, causing you to cry out in pain. 

She felt the other one, and you gasped. 

"Sorry," Jade whispered, feeling your stomach now. "Nothing broken," She paused, feeling your rib again. "Just badly bruised."

You nodded, putting the ice pack meant for your eye on your rib, sighing at the cold relief. 

"Keep icing your eye," Jade snapped. "I'll get you more ice packs."

* * *

"Are you gonna tell me what happened?" 

You glared at Jade who was staring at the wall, completely ignoring your presence. 

"Are you gonna stop this bitchy attitude?" 

Jade looked at you in shock, and you sighed. "Sorry."

Jade’s hand remained pressing on the ice pack that was icing your eye, making sure you didn't take it off. Her eyes avoided you again, looking anywhere else in the room as she continued applying pressure to your face. 

"Jade," she swallowed hard, looking up at the ceiling to avoid any tears. "I shouldn't have yelled, I'm sorry."

She looked at you with tearful eyes, "You should rest."

"Can't we talk about this?" You tried to reason, but she stood up from where she was sitting on the couch. Already, you missed her presence. 

"Not right now," Jade murmured, dropping a pillow onto the floor. 

"Are you going to sleep here?" You gestured to the floor as she pulled a throw blanket over her. 

"In case you need me," Jade confirms, and you shake your head with a smile. 

"I love you." You tell her, hoping to get her attention.

"Get some sleep." Jade ignores your little confession and rolls over, her back facing you. 

"You are impossible, woman," you huff, slowly standing up. You tap Jade’s back with your foot. 

"What are you- Y/n?"

"Scoot over." 

"What?"

You lower yourself carefully to the ground, reaching up to grab a pillow. You place it on the floor, Jade watches you with a glare. You get all nice and cozy, curled up next to Jade and she sighs. 

"You should really be icing your eye," Jade says, half thinking about retrieving the ice pack from the couch.

"My eye will be fine." 

Jade scoffs. "Yeah, swollen shut." 

You laugh quietly, "stop worrying."

Jade shakes her head, sitting up to stare at you. Suddenly you feel small under her burning gaze.

"God, Y/n how can you not care?" 

"Care about what?"

"Me!" Jade yells, and you stare up at her in confusion. 

"I care about you, of course, I care about you!"

"You don't seem to give a damn about how many ways this could have gone wrong. You show up to my house at, at- I don't know! Fucking two am!" 

Your eyes begin to tear up in shame, "I'm sorry."

"I love you! So fucking much! And you expect everything to be okay when I see you injured like this!"

"Jade, I'm sorry-"

"And what if," She pauses, taking a breath. "what if it had been worse?"

"But it wasn't Jade," You try to reassure her, but she shakes her head.

"I don't know what I would do without you," Jade whispers, and you reach up to grab her hand. 

"I'm sorry. It was so stupid of me, I'm so sorry." You lock eyes with Jade, trying your best to show her how sorry you truly are.

"Oh," Jade cups your face as tears fall from her eyes. "I love you." She leans down, resting her forehead on yours lightly. 

"I love you too," You whisper on her lips and she kisses you slowly. Her lips press into yours gently, and your eyes flutter shut.

She pulls away, much to your disapproval. "C'mere." She lays down on the floor, opening her arms for you. 

Your chest swells happily, and you can't help the massive grin on your face. "What was that?"

"I'm not repeating myself." 

"Okay, okay." You roll over onto Jade, happily accepting her embrace. You move your face onto her neck, she was your pillow now. 

Jade wraps her arms around your waist, hugging you. She stops suddenly when she hears a small whimper of pain escape your lips. 

"Did I hurt you?" Jade asks frantically, her arms hovering above your back.

"No," you grimace as your ribs pulsate with pain. "I'm fine."

Jade's hands drop to her sides. 

"It's okay, you can touch me."

"I don't want to hurt you," Jade whispers, and you fear she is close to crying.

"You won't."

And soon her arms are wrapped around you again, lighter this time. She drapes the blanket over you, and since you're on top of Jade, it covers her as well. 

"I'm not hurting you?" Jade asks, needing reassurance. 

You laugh a little. "You're not."

Jade nods to herself, pressing a kiss to your hair.

You raise your head off of Jade’s chest, leaning up to her lips. She smiles slightly at the initiative. 

"Kiss me." You whisper, and she chuckles. 

"Never get into a fight with a stranger again?" She raises her eyebrow, and you stare at her in shock.

"How did you-" Jade cuts you off with a kiss, and you kiss her back, smiling into the kiss as she runs her thumb over your bruised cheek.

"Girlfriends always know."

[ladymesk]

❤️ Jade West ❤️

[storiesforallfandoms]

my sister’s best frienemy ~ tori vega;victorious

word count: 2605

request?: yes!

@perfectartisanwerewolf​ “Could do one tori Vega x fem reader where y/n is jade sibling and meets jade friends. Tori and y/n hit it off very well but Jade hates tori and doesn’t want her to hanging with y/n *we all know how jade is when it comes to people* Not realizing that hurting y/n *y/n doesn’t have friends thanks to jade and almost get into a fight with jade* but jade see that tori makes y/n really happy”

description: after meeting your sister’s friends you find yourself falling for the girl that she despises the most

pairing: tori vega x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

I pretended not to notice my classmates purposely avoiding the lunch table where I was sitting. I tried to act like I didn’t care, I had dealt with it for years, but deep down, it really hurt. I felt so lonely save for Jade’s friends, but it wasn’t the same. They didn’t hang out with me because they liked me, they only did because Jade spent so much time with me.

Speak of the devil, she set her lunch tray on the table and sat down next to me. Beck, Andre, and Cat followed suit, as well as an unknown brunette who sat on the other side of me.

“Hey,” she said, “I’m Tori.”

“Don’t talk to her,” Jade commanded before I could say anything. I wasn’t sure if she was addressing me or Tori, but it bothered me either way.

“I’m (Y/N),” I said, ignoring my sister. “I’m Jade’s sister.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Tori’s new here,” Beck explained. “She started here today.”

“She doesn’t care,” Jade commented.

I glared at her before turning back to Tori. “Well, welcome to Hollywood Arts. I hope Jade hasn’t given you a bad impression of the school yet.”

I was shocked by my own negative comment towards Jade. Since she was my only friend at Hollywood Arts (which, to be fair, was her fault) I would just sit and listen to Jade’s less than kind comments about everyone in silence. I wasn’t sure where this had come from, but part of me was proud of myself for saying it.

The energy around the table shifted. Andre, Beck, and Cat were trying to carry on with their conversations, albeit very awkwardly, but Jade remained completely silent. I turned back to Tori to try and continue our conversation.

“So, what made you transfer to Hollywood Arts?”

“I was offered a spot after I filled in for my sister, Trina, at the school showcase.”

Tori laughed as I screwed up my face. “I assume you know Trina.”

“Everyone in Hollywood Arts knows Trina. She makes herself known to everyone. I guess you have o be better than her if you were offered enrollment on the spot.”

“Oh, she’s so much better than Trina,” Andre piped up. “Working with her doesn’t make me want to bash my head into my piano keys.”

“That’s a high compliment.”

The three of us laughed, until Jade suddenly grabbed her tray and stood from the table. She stomped away from us, discarding her uneaten food and making her way into the school. Silence fell over the group as we tried to figure out what just happened.

“Are you gonna go after her?” I asked Beck.

He looked to the way Jade had just left. “I’ll give her a minute to cool down. It’s no use to talk to her when she’s like that.”

I turned back to Tori and offered a small smile. “Sorry you had to witness that.”

“It’s okay. I have a feeling this is normal Jade behavior.”

“Kind of? Jade is...an enigma sometimes. She loves and cares for us, but she has a weird way of showing it. And sometimes she just gets upset, like she did there.” I sighed. “I guess she may be upset that you’re new? I don’t know.”

“Oh, no, I know why she’s upset actually.” Tori’s cheeks tinted a light pink color. “She um...kind of thinks I was flirting with Beck because I spilled coffee on him.”

My eyes widened. “Oh, that really is the worst thing you can do in front of Jade. I’m surprised she even let you sit with us.”

Tori chuckled and shook her head. “No, I wasn’t flirting with Beck. I was being a total klutz and spilled my coffee all over him. I was trying to wipe it off when she walked in, and she started going off on me about flirting with her boyfriend. I don’t even like guys!”

For some reason, hearing this admission made my heart flutter with excitement. I tried to remain chill, but my mind went completely blank as she continued to talk to me.

Tori spent the rest of the lunch period telling me about her life outside of Hollywood Arts. She told me about her parents and what it was like to live with Trina 24/7. She told me about her friends from her old school and how much she was going to miss them, but that she felt grateful to have already known Andre and that he introduced her to the rest of the group.

When the bell rang signaling the end of lunch, I felt a little disappointed.

“What class do you have next?” she asked me.

“Study hall,” I sighed.

“Oh.” Am I dreaming, or does she also look disappointed? “Well, maybe I’ll see you after school?”

“Yeah! My locker is in the main hallway near Beck’s. It has fairy lights and everyone’s names are signed on it in different color markers.”

“That sounds so cute! Can I sign it later?”

I smiled brightly at her enthusiasm. “Yeah, of course. I won’t leave till your name is on it.”

We were reluctantly pulled apart to go to our separate classes. I felt like I was floating on cloud nine as I walked to my locker to get the books I needed for study hall. I was so happy that I almost didn’t notice Jade waiting for me by my locker, or the angry scowl on her face as I approached.

“Don’t talk to Tori anymore,” she demanded when I approached her.

I glared at her as I opened my locker and elected to ignore her bossiness.

“I’m serious, (Y/N),” she said. “I don’t like her and I don’t want you to be friends with her.”

I scoffed. “Yeah, you say that about everyone.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what I said!” I snapped, finally turning to face her again. “Jade, have you ever noticed that I don’t hang out with anyone at Hollywood Arts besides you and your friends? Have you ever noticed that no one comes over to our house looking for me, or that I haven’t been on any dates since I started here?”

“Of course you have friends here. You have Beck and Andre and Cat - ”

“All your friends, Jade,” I cut her off. “The only person in that group I talk to outside of school time is Beck, and that’s because he’s always over to our place to see you. They’re not my friends, they only hang out with me because I’m your lonely little sister. You’ve effectively scared off every other potential friend I could have in this school.”

“I have not.”

“Oh yeah?” I turned to a student passing by and nodded at them. “Hey Robbie.”

Robbie looked at me, a smile tugging at his lips, before his eyes shifted to Jade’s permanent scowl. His face went pale as he quickly increased his walking pace to a near run and escaped down the hallway.

“See?”

Jade shook her head and waved in Robbie’s direction. “That doesn’t count, he’s a loser.”

“Maybe he is, or maybe he isn’t. I’ll never know because he’s too afraid to speak to me, just like the rest of this school! Tori is the first person to actually sit down and talk to me as if she cares about what I have to say. She’s the first person who hasn’t run off with her tail between her legs because you basically murdered her with her eyes.”

“I don’t care if Tori is the first person in space and cures every disease known to man. She tried to flirt with Beck the minute she laid her eyes on him and I don’t want you around her.”

My anger bubbled over as I slammed my locker door shut and got just inches from Jade’s face. “News flash Jade: not every girl who looks at Beck for more than five seconds is trying to flirt with him! And you’d know that if you took the time to find out that Tori likes girls!”

Jade took a step back from me, looking shocked by my outburst. I took this opportunity to get away before things got worse between us. I was already running late for study hall, not that the teacher was going to mind too much. I debated on skipping it, but my only option if I had would be to go home, and I wanted to see Tori at the end of the day like I promised.

The last few classes of the day seemed to tick by so slowly. The entirety of study hall I kept thinking about Tori and how excited I was for her to come to my locker and sign it, and then I started dreading having to see Jade when I went home. I hoped she would go over to Beck’s and stay there for the night, but I also knew I rarely got what I wished for when it came to Jade.

My final class of the day I was sat near the back of the room when Sinjin leaned over to whisper, “Hey, heard you got into a fight with Jade today.”

I looked at him in shock. “People heard that?”

“Robbie did after he ran away. He wanted to come back and say hi to you after Jade left, but he heard you two fighting instead. I just wanted to say that a lot of us do think you’re really cool, especially after you stood up to Jade like that. If you can ever get away from her, you should come hang out in the auditorium with us tech kids.”

I smiled a little and nodded. Hanging out with Sinjin and his kind of creepy tech friends definitely wasn’t at the top of my to do list, but knowing that people actually did like me and wanted to be my friend did bring my mood up a lot. Maybe finally standing up to Jade was about to bring a positive change around.

When the final bell rang, I was the first one out the door and on my way to my locker. My heart was hammering against my chest as I rounded the corner, expecting to see Tori waiting for me. I stopped in my tracks when I found my sister there instead, looking as if she hadn’t moved from when I left her there earlier.

“Hey,” she said. “Can we talk?”

“We live together, can’t this wait till we go home?” I asked.

“No, it needs to be said now.” I was a little scared of how serious she was being. “I realize I have not been the best big sister. I know that I don’t like a lot of people and I can be pretty scary, but it’s not fair of me to try and dictate who you hang out with, or to scare off any potential suitors of yours.”

I wrinkled my nose. “Suitors? When are we, the 1800s?”

A smile broke out across Jade’s face as she shoved me. “Come on, I’m trying to be serious.”

“I know you are, and I appreciate that you’re trying to apologize.”

“I am sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t realize how lonely you’ve been.”

I sighed. “I could’ve told you sooner. I just kind of hoped that would change on it’s own, or when you graduated I’d start making friends on my own without you around. I’m sorry I blew up at you earlier.”

“No, don’t apologize for that. I deserve it. And...while I still don’t like Tori all that much...I am okay if you want to ask her out on a date.”

I felt my face burning with embarrassment as I awkwardly chuckled. “What?! Wh-who said anything about a date? I just...I just wanted to be friends!”

Jade gave me a knowing look. “I see how you two looked at each other during lunch, I know you feel something for her. Just go for it! Who knows, she might be the one for you!”

I didn’t have any time to argue before I saw Tori and Beck walking towards us. As much as I wanted to deny feeling anything more than friendship for Tori, I couldn’t deny the way my heart hammered against my chest by just seeing her smiling face heading towards me.

“Hey!” Tori said. “I’m ready to sign your locker.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Realizing that I must look like an idiot, I started to laugh a little, which I realized made me look insane too.

God, I just want to melt into the floor.

“What my incredibly awkward sister is trying to say,” Jade jumped in, “is that, after signing your locker, she would love to take you to the local Chinese place, Wok Star. If you want to go, that is.”

I didn’t think Tori’s smile could get any brighter, but I was proven wrong as she looked back at me and said, “I’d love to!”

Jade winked at me before linking arms with Beck and walking out of school together. I sent her multiple mental thank yous, and reminded myself to say those thank yous out loud when I got home.

I opened my locker and pulled out the holder of marker I kept for occasions like this.

“Whoa, you have so many,” Tori said.

“I like to give options so nobody is signing with the same color as someone else if they don’t want to,” I said.

Tori picked a lilac purple marker out. I smiled to myself. That one was my favorite color.

She closed my locker door and carefully wrote her name right in the middle of the door. At the end, she put a little heart and filled it in.

“I guess Jade doesn’t completely hate me,” she said as she passed me the marker back.

“Jade doesn’t really completely hate anyone,” I told her. “Just mild hate and not so mild hate.”

“Would you have still been my friend if she did not so mildly hate me?”

It was a genuine question, and it actually shocked me to hear her ask it. “Yeah...of course I would’ve been. Why wouldn’t I?”

“I’ve known people who don’t want to be friends with someone that their siblings don’t like, so I was kind of...afraid you might not want to be friends with me if Jade disapproved.”

I shrugged. “Like I said, Jade hates everyone in two different ways. But neither of those ways matter to me. If I like you, and you like me, and you can see past Jade...being Jade, then I want to be your friend still.”

She smiled again and I couldn’t help but smile back at her. “Good, because I really like you. I think I’d be devastated if you didn’t want to be around me because of Jade.”

She really likes me. She really likes me!

“Ditto,” I answered, lamely.

Tori giggled. “Well, should we get going to that Chinese place?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely. It’s such a popular spot, we’ll be lucky to get a good table now with everyone out of school for the day.”

We started to walk out of the school when Tori’s hand brushed against mine. I went to move away from her, but she reached out and linked her pinky through mine. When I looked up at her, she was smiling at me again.

And for the first time in all my time at Hollywood Arts, I thanked whoever decided to let Trina Vega enroll in this school.

[curtsycream]

No More Victorious

Seijoh Four x Reader

Just a short littlle fluff fic with the Seijoh Four as your chaotic boyfriends. This includes Tori Vega bashing as well as Trina Vega praising. Not sorry-

“If you replay Jade’s counting one more time, I swear Makki.”

“Says the one that only wants to join us when Andre is on the screen.”

Rolling your eyes you watch as Makki and Mattsun go back and forth as you rack your fingers through Oikawa’s hair. You guys had decided to binge Victorious since Netflix offered the show now. “Why don’t we just watch that episode where Tori gets that mask stuck on her face.”

Looking over at Oikawa after he speaks Makki and Mattsun shake their heads. If it was one thing they could agree on about this show it was Tori slander. They knew it irked Oikawa since Tori is his favorite character besides Beck.

“In this household we don’t watch episodes where Tori is the main character.”

“Yeah, we are Trina supremacies right Mattsun?”

“Right!”

“That’s not even fair! How are we going to watch episodes then if Tori is the main character! You guys just want to make me sad, Y/N make them stop!”

As Oikawa whined about the unfair treatment he was receiving Mattsun and Makki started to mock him. Shaking your head you look over at Iwazumi who was working on a class assignment. He glanced up giving you a small frown before speaking, “How about you guys just watch Zoey101 or something?”

“OH OH OH-!”

“I KNOW YOU SEE ME STANDING THERE!” Makki continued where Y/N left off as they sang the Zoey101 theme song. With a frown Oikawa bobs his head as they continue to sing while dancing around the living room.

Shaking his head Iwazumi smiles down at his assignment as his four significant others start to watch Zoey101. Of course Oikawa wanted to watch the episode where Victoria Justice’s character first becomes Zoey’s roommate.

Sitting down on Mattsun’s lap Makki snatches the blanket that was covering Oikawa and wraps it around himself. “I don’t get your obsession with her I prefer Dana and Quinn honestly.”

“I’ll pretend you didn’t say anything because Lola is perfect have you not seen her. She’s an aspiring actress and she brings the right amount of drama to Zoey’s life.”

Quivering an eyebrow Mattsun rests his chin on Makki’s shoulder while looking over at Oikawa. The brown haired male was hugging Y/N’s midsection while watching the tv in front of him. “If you think about it Tori became the singer and actress Lola wanted to be. In a way could Lola be living her dream as an actress and got a role as Tori Vega?”

“Holy shit! You’re on to something babe!” With a shocked expression on their face Y/N starts to process Mattsun’s words.

This lead to Oikawa disagreeing and the four of them getting into a heated conversation. All while Iwazumi watched from the recliner with a look of adoration on his face. He couldn’t have been happier with the relationship he was in right now.

[infiniteimaginings]

〔𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘝𝘦𝘨𝘢〕

Started: February 19th, 2024 Updated: February 19th, 2024

All my writings for Trina Vega - Nickelodeons 'Victorious'

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[scottybrock]

Baby Vega - Jade West

A/N: Requested by a beautiful anon: “Jade X Trina & Tori’s younger sister? she prob came to HA a year later and the running gag would be “each new vega has more talent than the last” (ie: trina: awful, tori: decent, reader actually talented). sidenote: I’m not sure how you feel about naming characters but I was wondering if you could do Isabella nn Bell? I think it goes with the sibling theme too! Katrina > Trina, Victoria > Tori, Isabella > Bell. If not it’s fine😁💞”

“‘Sup, Baby Vega?” Andre plopped down next to you at the lunch table. You rolled your eyes at him playfully, shaking your head. “I have a name, y’know,” You retorted, smirking. Andre opened his mouth to reply, but a tray banging onto the table grabbed your attention. It was none other than Jade West. Her bright blue eyes narrowed at Andre, then you. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” She asked, her voice sickly sweet and completely un-Jade like. Andre glanced over at you, and you sighed exasperatedly, but fondly at your girlfriend. 

Jade narrowed her eyes even further at Andre, her ice-blue eyes piercing. You smiled apologetically at Andre, who took the hint and gathered his belongings. “I think I’m gonna join your sister over there,” Andre gestured behind you. Jade’s scowl twisted into a small smirk. “Which one? The utterly talentless one, or the mediocrely talented one?” Jade asked, referring to your two older sisters. You frowned at her, your brows furrowing. You knew that Trina had very little talent, but unlike your friends, you didn’t enjoy making it the punchline of every joke. 

As for Tori… Well, you understood why Jade acted the way she did- on the very first day, Tori spilled coffee on Jade’s ex-boyfriend, and Jade walked in on Tori just rubbing on him. Then, your sister encouraged Beck to kiss her. You heard the whole sordid tale, both sides of it- from your girlfriend and your sister.

You were secretly amused by your girlfriend’s extreme reactions, but you understood. Luckily for Jade, she didn’t have to worry about your sister flirting with you, because… well, you were her sister, duh. 

“What were you and Andre talking about?” Jade demanded, her bright blue eyes narrowed, her signature scowl back in place. You cocked an eyebrow at her, pursing your lips. Unlike Beck, you didn’t just accept Jade’s random bouts of jealousy. Especially when it was something as innocent as Andre deciding to just eat lunch with you. 

Jade continued glaring at you, but you didn’t waver. Finally, Jade sighed, her expression softening ever-so-slightly. You waited patiently, your brow still raised. Jade sighed again, and the tension melted from her body. Her expression softened even further, and she reached out for your hand. “So, what were you and Andre talking about?” Jade asked, her voice lighter, less demanding. 

You shrugged, your expression softening as well, your lips curling into a soft smile. “Literally nothing,” You replied. Your expression was amused. “You scared him off before we could really talk about anything.” Jade looked satisfied, and she nodded curtly. “Good.” Her voice was nonchalant. “I swore I heard him call you ‘baby,’ and I was ready to make him wazz his pants.” 

You rolled your eyes affectionately at her, your lips curling up even more, until your smile was broad and beautiful. Jade stared, transfixed on your smile. When you smiled at her like that, it made her feel like she could be a better person. “He called me ‘Baby Vega.’” You told your girlfriend, your nose wrinkling slightly at the nickname. Sure, you were the youngest Vega, but you wanted an identity that wasn’t tied to Trina or Tori. 

Jade snickered at the nickname; she knew how you felt about it, therefore, she never dared to utter it. “Each Vega that has come to Hollywood Arts, is more talented than the last.” She informed you, her lips curling up into a small smile. Your cheeks flushed at what she was insinuating; that you were the most talented Vega, even more than Queen Tori. 

Jade took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Seriously, babe,” She told you, her voice oddly earnest. “Your sisters’ have got nothing on you. You’ve got it all. Not only can you sing, act, dance, and do stunt work, but you look beautiful while doing it.”

Your cheeks flushed the color of cherry blossoms, and you smiled shyly at her, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear as you looked up at her from beneath your lashes. “You think I’m beautiful?” You asked, your voice soft. 

Jade released your hand, favoring cupping your face in her hands instead. Her bright blue eyes were shining at you, her expression deadly serious. “The most beautiful girl in the whole world,” She assured you. Your cheeks reddened even more, and you couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across your face, even if you wanted to. 

Jade’s own smile widened at the sight of yours, and she leaned in to press her lips to yours. You met her halfway, her lips soft and sweet against yours. Her lips danced against yours in a way that was so familiar, but you swore you’d never get tired of it. 

She pulled back, her expression gentle and serene; a rarity in itself, but especially in public. You nudged her knee with your own, your smile soft and loving. “Hey,” You murmured. Jade looked up at you, her lips curled up at the corners. “What?” She asked. Her voice was soft, just as loving as your smile was.

It was rare to see Jade like this, to the people who didn’t truly know your beautiful Jade like you did. No one knew about how gentle she could truly be, how loving and kind she truly was underneath her hard exterior. Except for you. 

“I love you.” You told her, brushing away some hair that had fallen into her face. Her eyes lit up, and her cheeks flushed a magnificent shade of red. She ducked her head bashfully. “Yeah, yeah,” Her voice was brusque, but her expression was soft and full of adoration, aimed directly at you. “I love you too.”

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

How Are You Like This?

Jade West x FtM!Reader

For @dakotastorm

Senior Year was supposed to be easy. All they really had to do was prepare for college. Instead, Tori Vega and her band of misfits were working hard on a short film to make up for their disaster of one last year.

As usual, they were at the Vega household, using the living room as their setting. Having filmed as much as they could, now everyone was lazing about, waiting for pizza.

"Tooooorriiiii~" Cat's whine pierced through the calm air. "When is the pizza getting here? My tummy's all grumbly...."

The Latina lifted her head from the kitchen table, also suffering from hunger.

"Should be soon. Ugh, I knew we should've stopped sooner."

"We were on a roll," mentioned Andre. "Besides, it didn't hit us till we stopped anyway."

"We'll, it better get here within 30 seconds," Jade pipes up. "I'm running out of flowers to sizz."

"Why are you sizzing the sunflowers?" Tori just sighs dejectedly.

"Cuz I'm hungry."

At that moment, the front door opens and an unfamiliar voice enters the area.

"I hope you didn't prepay for this pizza, Tori. Otherwise, I just gave the pizza guy a wicked tip."

The person who entered was carrying three pizzas. He stood about half a head taller than Tori and dressed in skinny jeans, graphic tee and a zip-up hoodie. His dark brown hair was buzzed on the sides with the top bit just long enough to tie in a tiny ponytail.

As soon as Tori registered who was at the door, she let out a squeal.

"Y/N!!!!!"

Tori leapt from her seat and seemingly teleports into the newcomer's arms, clinging onto his torso like a koala. The young man let out an 'oof' before laughing and maneuvering them towards the kitchen so he could put the food down to give a proper hug.

"Surprise! It's been a while. I've missed you."

Y/N lifts Tori up, tightening his hold for a crushing hug. Almost as soon as he lets go, Tori looks towards the stairs and yells for her sister.

"TRINA!"

"WHAT!?"

"Y/N is here!"

Thunderous footsteps respond as Trina appears at the top of the staircase. At Y/N's wave, the elder Vega sister launches herself at the boy, almost taking him down.

"Hahaha hi Tree. Missed you too."

Before Trina could even say a word, their moment was interrupted by a sudden voice.

"Ok, what the chiz is going on? Who is that?" Jade was done with the yelling and hugging and mainly being ignored. However, she and the rest of her friends were taken aback when three sets of identical brown eyes looked over at them. Tori was the first to speak up.

"Oh, sorry. This is Y/N. He's our brother."

"Whoa, wait," Beck piped up. "Since when did you have a brother?"

"Uh, my whole life?" Tori answered.

"Weeeelllll, technically it's been like 4 years."

Everyone looked at Trina. Siblings with an exasperated expression, the rest with confusion.

"What? You didn't start transitioning until then."

"Anyway," Y/N piped up. "I've been living with our aunt since she lived closer to the hospital so I could deal with all the medical chiz." He let out a soft sigh. "As a result, I couldn't visit often. Surgery's a bitch sometimes."

Cat raised her hand, silently asking to speak. The rest nodded to her when they noticed.

"Is that why you're so hot?"

Silence filled the room.

"Whaaat?? Everyone else was thinking about it too."

Slowly, the rest of the gang nodded in agreement. Andre and Beck agreeing in a manly, obviously not finding Y/N actually attractive, way while Robbie nodded vigorously. Jade, on the other hand, had been looking back and forth from Y/N to Beck, eyes slowly widening in realization and shock.

"Oh my god..." Everyone looked over at Jade. "I didn't think it was possible but... Boy Vega is hotter than Beck."

Calamity erupted at the statement. Beck got defensive, having had his status as the hottest guy attacked. Trina stole a pizza box and went back upstairs, not wanting to discuss the attractiveness of her brother. Tori was just facepalming at her friend's antics.

"Ok, hold on. Now I have to test a theory out." The goth walked up to both Beck and Y/N, conveniently next to each other with only the couch between them. "Boy Vega, take your hair outta that stupid ponytail."

Y/N grumbles, but obeys. Pulling the elastic, he shakes his hair out a little, letting it fall into its natural state. Cat and Robbie swooned slightly while muffled words from a gruff voice somewhere sounded. Jade paused slightly but continued with her test.

"Ok so Beck has the softest hair I've ever touched." Everyone nodded, affirming her statement. "If Boy Vega here has the same or better, then we can... We can..."

Jade had been running her hand through Beck's hair as she spoke. As soon as the first pass of Y/N's hair happened, the goth was struck dumb. In a trance, Jade brought both of her hands to Y/N's head and started playing with his hair. Beck sat lower into the couch, pouting slightly. Tori, on the other hand, leaned in as she tried to get Jade's attention.

When the dark haired girl snapped out of her stupor, she was met with a smirking face.

"Like what you got in your hands?"

"Y/N!" Tori chastised while giving her brother a swift smack on the arm. With a laugh, Y/N apologizes.

"Sorry, sorry. I don't mean to overstep."

In a surprising move, Jade suddenly began to poke and prod Y/N.

"Ok, there has to be a flaw somewhere. No one can be this hot without reason."

When the goth moved to touch at his chest, Y/N flinched, grabbing at her hands to stop her.

"Whoa, whoa. Ease up a little. The scars are still a bit tender."

To prove the point, Y/N lifted his shirt, showing the dual scars on his chest. While they were fully healed, it was still far from being jabbed at. At the sight of the scars, Jade reached out to touch them. Her hands were gentle as they traced the marks, but Y/N still flinched when her hands reached a certain spot.

"Sorry, I-I," Jade started to apologize, but was interrupted.

"No, no. Poke at that spot again."

Confused, the goth did as she was told. Y/N let out a wide grin and looked over at his sister.

"Slowly but surely, the feeling's coming back."

"Great. Awesome. Can Jade stop fondling you now? It's just weird to see." While she was happy about regrowing nerves, the sight of her friend(?) touching her brother was awkward.

Jade, now fully realizing what she was doing, immediately retracts her hands and walks away from Y/N. Cat, then pipes up again.

"Can I fondle him?"

A beat of silence

"No!"

"No!"

Confusion sets in amongst the group. While Tori's voice was expected to be heard in response, Jade's was not. In fact, it seemed like Jade didn't even realize what she did until everyone was staring at her. A blush filled her pale cheeks as she turned away, fully intending to ignore what just happened.

"Uhh..." Y/N started. "So... I'm sure you all are hungry? Cuz... Pizza." He points to the boxes, triggering everyone's hunger response as they all move to get a slice or three. Jade lingered behind, not wanting to deal with the crowd. Y/N sidles up and bumps her shoulder to get her attention.

"Hey so.... I'm gonna be around for a bit. Can I take you out for a coffee some time? Unless the whole uh... 'scar thing' isn't your speed."

The goth stares at the Vega brother with a cocked eyebrow.

"I wouldn't have been adamant about finding a flaw if I wasn't ok with it. If I wasn't, that fact would've been the flaw."

"So... Coffee?" Y/N couldn't hide the grin on his face. Jade just smirked, back into her cool persona as she moves to get a slice of pizza.

"We'll see how the rest of the night goes."

[randomperson46]

Wedding Bells and Spider Webs (Tori Vega x Male Reader)

This is another long one lol. There is a some smut but it's between some cuts so if you wanna skip it that's cool. The pic is when I was erasing where to put whose dress and putting in the pictures, I had a mini heart attack. Requested by:CarmenSylvester hope you enjoy it!

1989 words

You have been dating Tori for 3 years, her smile still lights up your world. It's senior year for you and Tori. She has a record deal set up for herself when she graduates. She's set, you are signed on as a song writer. So the two of you are sticking together.

You wanted to celebrate with Tori, you didn't have a reason you just wanted spoil her. You walked in the door and pet Benson.

"Tori were gonna be late!" you yell. You can here her practically running to the top of the stairs.

"Hey babe! Late for what?" Tori huffed.

"Uh it's a surprise." you said.

"Okay then, let's go! I wouldn't want to be late for that thing that I totally know about." she giggled.

"of course not I wouldn't want you to be late either! You're a very important guest." you kiss her cheek and guide her to the car.

while driving you couldn't help but steal glances at her. the way she danced to the radio, how she would sing purposefully off key to make you laugh. She's perfect.

when you got to the beach you helped her out and walked her to a picnic spot that had been set up.

"Awe what's this?" She gasped.

"This is why we didn't stop at McDonald's." You sat down and pulled her down next to you.

The two of you enjoyed an evening of sandwiches, waves, and bad jokes.

"Tori." you got her attention, before she started packing things up.

"Yes y/n?" She looked up from her slouched position.

"I just wanted to know if you'd be cool marring me." you said as nonchalant as you could.

"Yeah that'd be cool." she replied.

she. replied.

"Wait you're saying yes?" You jumped up and over to her. crushing her in a hug.

"Yes I'm saying yes!" she giggled in your arms.

That was a year ago. Now you are nervous standing at the end on an isle. Blue and red rose petals are being thrown by your little sister as she walks down. Spiderman colors, the only thing you were allowed to choose. It makes you smile to see your best friend Andre, walk with Trina down the isle wearing a Spiderman suit underneath the blue tux (see pics below)

and Trina in the bridesmaids red. (Strapless)

Andre pats your shoulders as he comes to stand next to you.

Beck and Jade are up next and Beck looks like he is loving the outfit. And Jade looks like she is trying to figure out how she got talked into this. She found a way to work in the color with her style so you had to give a nod to the dress. (Black and red)

Last but not least was Cat and Robbie. Robbie and Cat are all smiles as they walk down. (Off the shoulder)

As they reach the altar, the music changes and it's time. You finally get to see Tori after waiting a day, you laugh at yourself for sounding so dramatic.

The doors open for the last time as she walks through, your breath gets caught in your throat. Your eyes start to water, this truly is the happiest day of your life. She looks absolutely stunning, in her dress, you never thought she could get any prettier. Oh how you were wrong. (The wedding dress)

Her dress has the hints of red she wanted. And they complamint her skin tone nicely. She just looks drop dead gorgeous.

When she reaches the altar you can't even speak, you can just hold her hands and squeeze them. You squeeze three times. "I" "Love" "You".

You cant help throughout the ceremony squeezing her hands in groups of 3s, you don't want her to forget. You can't focus on the ceremony, your just on auto pilot and lost in her eyes.

When your vows come you have forgotten everything you wrote or wanted to say, You you said just that.

"Being here with you right now has made me the happiest man alive, and I know you'll continue to make me happy and a better person as we grow together and I know I wanted to say more and some like cute things but I forgot them all seeing you like this and I keep getting lost in your eyes, I'm struggling to pay attention to the guy when you command all of it. I love you."

You start to cry as you say your vows, you're just so happy to be here with her.

Afterwards the reception came and went and the two of you drove off to your honeymoon. It was at your new house the two of you got. Nice way to celebrate a new marriage is in a new house.

You both romove your shoes at the door. Tori takes your hand, and pulls you through the house, you try not to trip up on her dress as you make your way to the bedroom.

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You slowly unzip the back of her dress. You unclip the clips at the top, bottom of the zipper. You smirk as the top of her dress falls of, and you see the back of her red bra. You place kisses on her shoulder. She turns to you and unbuttons your suit jacket. You throw it across the room.

"Careful, don't wanna wrinkle it." she whispers in your ear as she works on the zipper of your pants.

"I don't care if I do." You whisper back. Your hands already unzipping her skirt and undoing the clasp.

Her flowing skirt flutters to the ground. revealing all of her red lingerie to you.

"Why did I let you talk me into the Spiderman suit?" Tori mumbled as she slid your pants down to reveal the rest of the suit.

"Because you know I look good in it." You wink at her as your hand caresses her cheek. You pull her in for a kiss. Resting your hands on her hips, pulling her closer to you. You feel her fumble with the zipper and clasp at the back of your neck.

"Fuck Spiderman." she sighs in defeat.

"I can arrange that." You offer.

"Suit off now." She growls.

"Ask nicely baby girl." You reply.

"Please take off the Spiderman suit, Husband." She says in your ear.

Hearing her call you husband made you swell with pride, yes you were her husband and she...

"As you wish, my wife." you smile at her as you stand and take the suit off.

You gently push her down on the bed, you place kisses on her lips, her cheeks, her jaw, down to her neck.

She gasps as you focus on her neck, giving her light kisses and bites, but nothing that'll bruise.

You undo her bra clasps, and remove it.

"I am now an expert in clasps after everyone I've undone tonight." you say as you toss her bra to the floor.

"Really an expert?" She giggles and lightly drags her nails down your biceps.

"Mhm an expert, God you look so good in red lace." You gently lift her up to remove the red lace panties.

you kiss her ankles and keep placing kisses as you move up her leg. Once you reach the top of her thigh you start at the ankle of her other leg and repeat what you've done.

Tori groans, "Stop being a tease."

"But it's fun." You say as you place kisses on her inner thigh.

"No it not." She sits up and looks you in the eye. "Oh." She seems focused on the position you two are in.

"Oh?" you ask as you start to suck on her thighs. You wanted to leave hickeys.

She didn't respond she just grabs a fistful of your hair and tries to pull you where she wants you. She knows how much you like that, however you weren't done with the hickeys. You want them to be an almost purple bruise.

Your mouth is occupied, but your hand is not.

You slid your hand up her thigh, and in between her legs.

"Red means stop, yellow means slow down, green means go, got it?" You look her in her eyes. They seem to be darker and you didn't know if that was from the dim lighting or lust.

"Got it." she says she sits up completely.

"Oh." you smirk and pull her to the edge of the bed. She's still is sitting up but now you're kneeling before her.

You attach your mouth to her other thigh. You want them to match. You hand moved to her lower lips, slowly slipping a finger inside. Her hand grips your hair tighter. Your fingers work her dripping pussy as your mouth works hickeys on her thighs.

When you do remove your mouth from her legs, purple bruises bloomed. Her whines fill the air as you move your face up to meet hers. You kiss her gently slipping your tongue in her mouth. She pulls your hair to pull you closer. You groan into her mouth. You pulled away.

You place kisses on her jaw, down her neck, and stopped at her breast. You place kisses and suck on her breast.

Tori slowly falls backwards and you guide her. You keep your mouth on her as you remove your hand. You bring it up to her lips and she attaches her lips around your fingers.

You lift your head up and watch her suck herself off of your fingers.

You couldn't take it anymore.

"Baby girl, you're okay with this right?" You ask her still staring at her.

"Mhm." She hums and nods, not removing her lips from your fingers.

You take your hands away from her, and push her knees apart. You stand between her legs. You kiss her as you slip inside her.

You go slow, you don't wanna hurt her.

"Green Light." Tori says, wrapping her legs around you.

You move faster. She pulls you closer. She moans in your ear, nails digging into your back.

Feeling her surround you in every sense of the word. Touch, her body surrounds you and her hands are scratching lines down your back. Smell, all you can smell is the sweat from her body. Hear, all you can hear is her moans and gasps. Sight, all you can see is her, her eyes staring into yours. Tastes, you haven't tasted her yet. Let's fix that.

As you thrust into her, you use your left hand to prop yourself up. With your right hand you slip it to where you two are connected and play with her clit.

"Fuck.... yes.... right there...." Tori moans.

Her legs start to shake.

"You close baby girl?" you whisper in her ear.

"Yes keep going please!" she yells.

You keep thrusting and playing with her clit. You feel her contract around you as she releases. Her juices make it easier to slip in and out of her. You pause and use your finger to collect some of the juices and taste it.

"Mmmm you taste good baby girl." You start thrusting again.

You play with her nipples and kiss her neck as you reach your climax and cum inside her.

"You should be more careful, what are you trying to do get me pregnant?" Tori laughs beneath you.

"Maybe~." You laugh with her. "Bath or shower?"

"Let's take a bath." Tori reaches for your hand.

You pull her up and walk to the bathroom.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

2 months later, you found out Tori was pregnant.

By month 4 you found out it was twins.

By month 6 you knew the sex, a boy and a girl.

By month 8, you were panicking because Tori went into labor early. You gave Tori everything she asked for while she was pregnant. And in return she brought two beautiful children into the world.

You named the boy Stephen and the girl Carolina.

They were a wonderful addition to your new life with Tori.

Idk why all my pics are at the bottom, I tried placing them in the story, any advice is welcomed.

[scottybrock]

Jade X Trina & Tori’s younger sister? she prob came to HA a year later and the running gag would be “each new vega has more talent than the last” (ie: trina: awful, tori: decent, reader actually talented). sidenote: I’m not sure how you feel about naming characters but I was wondering if you could do Isabella nn Bell? I think it goes with the sibling theme too! Katrina > Trina, Victoria > Tori, Isabella > Bell. If not it’s fine😁💞

Just wrote it, love! I hope you like it!

I don’t name characters, so the reader can feel like they’re the one’s in the fic!

https://scottybrock.tumblr.com/post/189657068102/baby-vega-jade-west