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achilles-rage · 3 months ago

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Good Luck Charm: Chapter 10

college football player!buck x plus size!reader

summary: you go back to evan’s place so he can shower after the homecoming game. after his shower, one thing leads to another, and causes you to be late to the afterparty.

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A/N: this chapter and the next will be shorter than usual. i debated making them one chapter but decided against it. i’m going on a road trip with a friend next week so i’m trying to get this weeks’ and next weeks’ writings done so i can queue them! enjoy<3

warnings: smut (fem!receiving cunnilingus), no use of y/n, fem!reader, race inclusive!reader

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His house is dark and quiet when you both walk in, as his roommates are still out for homecoming. He leads you to his room, keeping his hand in yours the entire way from his jeep to his bedroom door.

Your eyes study the room as he puts his bag down and grabs the things he needs to shower. He’s probably cleaned in anticipation for you, you think, as his room is a lot cleaner than you imagined it would be. His room barely has any pictures of the people in his life, other than a small picture pinned above his desk, which you assume is him and his sister. His bed is haphazardly made, and there’s some clutter spread around the room, but it makes you smile anyway.

“Okay, I’m gonna go shower. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” His words pull you away from your survey of his room, and you turn to him, nodding.

He leaves the room, and you let your eyes scan the room once more before you finally sit on his bed. His bed is much more comfortable than you thought it would be. He has a bulky light gray comforter, and you almost feel it pulling you in as you lay back, sighing softly as you feel his scent enveloping you. You move up to lay your head on one of his pillows, then go on your phone for a few minutes while you wait for him, texting your roommate back about the game.

Your eyes trail over to the door when you hear it open, your throat going dry as you take in his bare, still damp torso and the towel sitting low on his hips. His eyes land on you just as quickly, and he has to fight back a groan as his eyes move down your plush body laid out on his bed. With you lying there in his jersey, it’s almost like you’re a gift for him, waiting to be unwrapped.

“You okay, princess?” he asks in a smug tone, noticing the way your eyes widen slightly as they travel down his body. He smirks as he makes his way over to you, watching as you nod while sitting up, angling your body so you’re facing him. You’re now sitting sideways on the bed, your legs dangling off the bed from the knees down as he stands in front of you.

“You enjoying wearing my jersey?” he teases as he leans down, arms landing on the bed on either side of you as his lips meet yours. You lean back on your hands slightly, humming softly.

“It’s definitely my colour.” you tease once he pulls away, smiling up at him. He smirks wider, his eyes flickering down to the way it’s stretched across your chest and plush tummy.

“It looks even sexier on you than it does on me.” He matches your tone, a low groan escaping his lips as you giggle softly.

“I don’t know about that. I saw you on the field.” you tell him, a small smirk making its way onto your face as you reach up to hold his cheek gently.

“Yeah? How’d I look out there?” he asks in a teasing tone, leaning down to kiss your neck softly, making you tilt your head back.

“Mmm, sexy.” you state, meeting his gaze as he leans away from your neck.

It’s as if something snaps in him, as in an instant, you’re pushed back onto the bed, his body wedged between your legs as his lips meet yours in a heated kiss. One of your hands goes up to the back of his head as you return the kiss, humming softly as you feel one of his hands going under the jersey and up your torso, his other hand beside your head as he holds himself up.

His kisses trail down your neck as his hand traces your soft tummy, slowly working its way up to one of your covered breasts.

“We still have the afterparty to go to.” you get out through your quickening breath. Despite your words, you can’t help but keep your head tilted back, allowing him better access to your neck. He groans softly, continuing to kiss down your neck to your collarbone, nipping and sucking every part of your skin that he has access to.

“We have a few minutes. I’m sure no one would notice if we were a little late. Wanna claim my reward.” he mumbles against your neck, his hand squeezing your breast roughly.

“We have to go. You wanted to go so bad.” you whisper, biting your lip as you try not to make a sound. He starts to slowly roll his hips against yours, and you can’t help the soft whine that escapes your lips. Your legs move to wrap around his waist instinctively, your brain starting to cloud over with desire.

“You sound like you’d rather me stay right here, princess.” he teases as he pulls away from your neck. He takes in your blown pupils and your puffy lips for a moment, smirking as you don’t argue back. He drops his head back down, kissing you passionately, his tongue sliding into your mouth with a moan.

“Evan.” you mumble against his lips, your hands going to his chest to push him back slightly.

“If you keep saying my name like that, I’ll have no choice but to keep you here.” he tells you firmly, leaning back again to look at your face. His hand moves from beneath the jersey to your bottom lip, his thumb tracing along it gently.

“I’m serious.” you whisper after a moment, trying to fight back a smile as you look up at him. You know how bad he wanted to go to the party, especially with it being his last homecoming party, and you were starting to look forward to it too. But now, you’re not sure what you want more.

“So am I, princess.” he replies, leaning down to meet your lips again. He tilts your head ever so slightly, deepening the kiss as he rolls his hips into yours again. You feel his hardening length against your clothed center, and a soft whimper escapes your lips. If you really want to go to the party, you have to stop this now, you think, before you give in completely.

“Ev-” is all you can get out before he leans back, abruptly grabbing your ankles and pulling you further toward the edge of the bed so your legs are dangling completely off of it. You squeal at his actions, a loud giggle escaping your lips as you move to hold yourself up on your elbows. You’re a little surprised at his sudden show of strength, and it makes your stomach flip. He kneels between your legs with a hungry look in his eyes, his towel still loosely hanging around his waist, and your smile falters as you see his expression, your breath catching in your throat.

He’s quick to unbutton your jean shorts, then he tugs your shorts and panties down in one motion while you lift your hips to make it easier for him. He throws them to the side, then dips his head to kiss your inner thigh gently, making you shiver.

You really aren’t used to this kind of attention, and each time his lips make contact with your thighs, you feel your heartbeat quickening. He wraps his arms around your thighs, keeping you firmly in place as he takes you in.

“So pretty.” he mumbles as his eyes move up to your dripping core. You fight the urge to close your legs at the attention, suddenly feeling slightly self conscious. You’re not sure what to do, other than to watch him intently, your chest heaving as you eagerly wait for him.

He continues to slowly kiss up your thighs until he finally makes his way to where you want him, his tongue licking a firm strip up your slit. You can’t help the whine that escapes you, not used to the feeling. He doesn’t waste a moment, his lips wrapping around your clit, sucking softly with a hum. Your head drops back onto the bed, your soft whimpering only encouraging him more.

“You taste so good, princess. So sweet.” he purrs against your core, the vibrations shooting up your spine, making you squirm and writhe under him as his mouth continues to lick and suck at your desperate center.

One of your hands makes its way from the sheets to one of his hands on your thigh, desperate for his touch. He smiles against your core, loving how innocent yet arousing this action is, then unwraps his arm from around your thigh and intertwines your fingers together.

He begins to dart his tongue in and out of your heat slowly, making you whimper as his nose brushes against your clit. His pace quickens, and it doesn’t take long for your high to approach.

He notices the way your whines begin to get more high pitched and breathy, and he knows what it means, so he keeps doing exactly what he was doing. He groans as your other hand moves to the back of his head, weaving through his hair.

“Evan.” you whimper, your hips starting to buck against his face as you feel yourself teetering on the edge. Your legs start to close instinctively, but the arm still wrapped around your thigh keeps it in place.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” he murmurs against your core, desperate to feel your release on his tongue. He hums as he hears your soft “yes,” and he grips your hand even tighter. “Let go, princess. Come on, baby.”

His words are all it takes for you to fall over the edge, your eyes squeezing shut as you tilt your head back. He laps up your juices eagerly, not wanting to stop until he gets every last drop, working you through your orgasm as he moans loudly against you. If it was up to him, he’d do this until you’re an exhausted heap on his bed and begging for him to stop, but he knows he’ll need to work you up to that.

He tears his mouth away from your pulsing core begrudgingly, slowly kissing up your soft tummy, raising his jersey up your torso as he goes. You try to control your breathing as he kisses you, too blissed out to even think about his lips on your plush stomach.

“That wasn’t the kind of reward I thought you’d have in mind.” you whisper breathlessly, laughing softly as you hear him chuckle.

“Princess, that was the only thing on my mind.” he tells you earnestly, his lips still ghosting over your stomach, kissing your stretch marks gently. It’s true; he’s been wanting to taste you pretty much as long as he’d known you, and now that he has, he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to give you up.

He leans back after a few moments and moves up until his head is level with yours, chuckling softly as he looks at your small smile and heaving chest.

“Hi.” you whisper, giggling softly as you look at him with hooded eyes. His smile widens at your soft voice, shaking his head at your sheepish smile.

“Hi gorgeous.” he replies with a laugh, leaning down to meet your lips in a tender kiss. You moan softly, tasting yourself on his tongue. “I think we definitely have to skip that party now.” he mumbles against your lips, which makes you push him back softly.

“You’ve been dying to go to the party.” you argue softly, looking up at him with big eyes.

“Well, now I’m dying for something else.” he teases, trying to lean back down to your neck again, but you keep him where he is with your hands planted firmly on his chest.

“Evan Buckley, get changed right now, or I’ll never wear your jersey again.” His jaw drops as he gasps, looking offended as he leans back even more.

“You wouldn’t dare.” he challenges, an eyebrow raised at your now smug expression.

“I would.” you tell him, fighting back a smile as your eyes trace his face, taking in every line and freckle.

He sighs, finally getting up off of you and moving to his closet.

“Alright, alright. But just so you know, you’re really not making it easy to get up right now.” he tells you, his eyes looking down your body, taking in your exposed lower half.

You roll your eyes and sit up, closing your legs as you pull the jersey back down with one hand. As he looks through his closet for something to wear, you grab your panties and shorts off the floor. You stand up to put them on, then sit back down on the bed, eyes trained on his broad back.

“I can feel you watching me right now, princess. You’re not making it any easier.” he says over his shoulder. You laugh, shaking your head.

“You’re so easy to distract.” you tease, smiling as he turns to look at you over his shoulder, giving you a quick wink. You turn your body and lay back down on the bed, facing away from him, giggling softly.

“There. Better?” you tease, and laugh louder when he tells you that it is. You stay like that for a minute, listening to him rummaging around his clothes until he finally tells you he’s ready. You turn and get off the bed, biting your lip as you take in his outfit. He’s wearing jeans and his backup jersey that’s identical to the one he wore during the game. You feel your cheeks heat up as you realize you’re matching, as if that’s the most intimate thing that’s happened between you two today.

“Ready, princess? Wanna show you off.” He smirks as he grabs your hand, dragging you out of his room and to the front door. You nod, a grin making its way onto your face.

While you’re excited, you can also feel your stomach twisting with nerves, unsure of what exactly to expect at a frat party.

The frat closest to campus throws a homecoming party every year, and it’s the party that the football team always goes to because a lot of the football team is also in that frat. You’ve never been to a frat party, and even though you know having Evan beside you will make things better, you’re still biting the inside of your cheek nervously the entire walk over there.

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sturnsmadl · 3 months ago

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mute 1.

contains- no use of y/n, cursing, trauma mentions, mentions of drug dealing, light agnst.

pairing- grumpy!chris x mute!reader

you've been completely mute for a while after something happened at a party. you used to the popular social butterfly but now? nothing. a new student walk into your art class and you look up, you immediately notice he's quite attractive and grumpy looking, with your observation skills from being so quiet you can already assume he's going to be popular in no time.

the teacher sat him right next to you obviously hoping he'll 'rub off on you' he drops his backpack inbetween your stools and sits down with a grunt. you look at him and see him already staring straight at you but you cant read his expression at all. he glares before he finally says.

"name?" he speaks with almost no emotion whatsoever

you point to the name on ur book and he looks at it before looking back at you

"you gonna speak or what?" he looks you up and down. he has the respect to not point it out but he noticed the baggy clothes and old backpack and the way you were completely alone in the corner while everyone sat with their friends.

you shrug and look back to the teacher as they talk. you notice chris doesnt drop his stare on you so you look back at him to see hes specifically looking at the sleeves on your shirt, he notices you caught him and looks you up and down once again before turning away and scribbling on his book.

the bell for lunch rings and all students rush out as usual trying to avoid the long queues, you pack your backpack up and chris stays sat which causes you to look at him curiously. hes on his phone and you obviously dont support snooping but this time your curiousity got the best of you and you look at his phone, the most you can make out is the contact name. slim? you've definitely heard the name before when your brother was dealing which only confuses you more on why the hell chris was texting him. so much you dont even realise your staring, but chris did.

"the fuck you staring at?" he stares right back at you, u quickly snap out of it before throwing your bag over your shoulder and leaving chris alone in the classroom. he watches you leave but by the time he gets to the hallway you're already out of sight.

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a/n: i know this is very boring but i swear itll be more interesting this is just to lay down part 1 :)

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ourmadmusings · 1 year ago

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We’re no worse off than the worse of them -

It was obvious how soft he was for you. Gwen noticed as soon as she joined, the way his smile lingered long after you’d left, the way he’d follow you around the citadel like a lost puppy when you came back from a particularly risky mission, the way he’d actually listen to your advice and hear you out. His word was not final with you around, an interesting shift in dynamic compared to what she was used to. Hobie and Peter B. saw it, too. The way the two of you worked together on missions was like watching a well-rehearsed dance, to which the steps were borne to you both so naturally. You both played nice together, an odd juxtaposition to his usual lone-wolf routine. You teased at him, poked fun at the way he’d grumble at the team, reminding him to play nice, they all had the universe’s best interest in mind, no matter how differently they went about showing it. “So, do you think they’re like, an item?” Gwen asked over lunch, Peter snorted a laugh at the idea. “Ha - no, I don’t really think so,” Hobie chimed in between bites, a small smile pulling at his full mouth, “I don’t reckon anyone could get that close to the boss-man and live to tell the tale.” “Guys, come on, he’s not hardly as bad as you’re making him out to be here, give him some credit,” It’s Pav this time, a hum of agreement from Peter, too. “I bet the old man’s got some game under all that scowl.” “I’m sorry, old man?” As if on-queue, O’Hara stands with hands on his hips over the table, an eyebrow raised and lips drawn tight, “‘m not much older than Peter, you know.” They give a short chorus of gasps, chokes, and a few laughs before O’Hara lets out a heavy sigh, “don’t you all have somewhere you ought to be, or do you enjoy wasting my time having to hunt down your little breakfast club?” “Oh, come on, don’t be like that. If you keep frowning, you’ll just give yourself wrinkles, Miguel.” You’re quick to peer around his back, winking at the table. “Don’t you have a basket of puppies to spit on?” His eyes widen as he looks down at you, face turned up just enough to catch a toothy grin thrown at him, and attempt to lighten the mood from his scrutiny. “Aye, that’s a good point,” Hobie finally chimes in again, “I gotta go anyways, Gwen?” He stands and pushes her tray back, an invitation to wander off. She stands and follows, Pav joins, and Peter mumbles something about needing to head home to put Mayday down. They all stare on their way out, watching the disposition shift almost immediately. “I wish you wouldn’t talk like that with them around.” His words hold no heat, he’s got the ghost of a smile playing at his lips and you slide around to face him, hands on your hips to mirror his stance, “well, someone’s gotta show ‘em you’re not all bad. Besides, what’re you gonna do about it?” Your smile stays wide still as you carry on the conversation, a longer one than any of them have seen that hasn’t devolved into an argument. “Is that an invitation or something?” He’s cheeky about it, “you did hear what else they said, no? They think I have game.” It’s the raise of his eyebrow that sells it, you can’t help the yelp of a laugh that comes from you, “They’re not wrong, but I don’t think it’s the type of game you’d wanna brag about.” The tips of his ears heat up at your teasing, “are you trying to get me to fight with you?” He’s shifted his weight, a genuine smile gracing his features for once, stooping to face you directly, “oh-ho, is that a threat, old man?” “Old?! Come on, you’re gonna hurt my feelings.” “Ah, see! There’s that smile I love so much.” Your cheeks heat up at his teasing this time, the kids were right, maybe he did have some game, you thought. The group stares at the two of you through the interaction, wide-eyed, open-mouthed stares sent between them.

A few weeks pass and their investigation leads Gwen and Miles to follow the two of you closer. They needed concrete evidence of your relationship before they could accuse you of anything. “Wait, whaddya mean, he was flirting?” Miles whispers from his place, a healthy few feet away from the commotion. A stray Doc Oc had shifted into another world, you and Miguel had decided it was too risky to send more spider-folk, so he opted to take you along in lieu of a full team. “I don’t know -shh!” Gwen sticks a finger up over her masked-mouth, “but if he finds out we’re here, he’ll skin us alive. Keep it down.” Your usual grace is no match for this particular anomaly, a quick strike from one of the metal arms sends you spiraling into a support beam with a sickening thunk. Miguel hollers for you, with no response. Another metal arm is just as fast as it catches your skull and thrashes you into the beam again, you’re limp by the time Miguel can confine him. Miles and Gwen make a swift exit after that, catching only a glimpse of O’Hara as he rushed over to where you lay, an uncharacteristic panic in his voice as he supports your head and shoulders - “Lyla, send someone, please, hurry.” Never once had they heard him willingly plead with the AI. They don’t get an assignment from O’Hara for a while, and feign ignorance when Hobie and Pav ask.

a/n: ok how about a break from the regularly scheduled freak shit I usually post about O’Hara. He deserves some soft shit too smh. Pt. 2 - Pt. 3 - Pt. 4 -

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doctormead · 1 year ago

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A twist on the summoning prompt

Ok, we've had many variations on Danny being summoned by cultists, villains, JLD, JL and bored kids at a slumber party, but what if DANNY tried to do a summons?

The scenario: Danny finds out that, once he hits 21 (let's say he's 16 when this little bombshell gets dropped on him), he's gonna be landed with the Kingship of the Infinite Realms. No, he can't get out of it. No, he can't abdicate to someone he thinks will do a good job. AND, if he can't hack it once he hits that age, the consequences will be...unpleasant to say the least.

Queue panicked questioning of various friendly Ancients who say they can't be his mentor for this (conflict of interest/inadequate scope for what he needs to learn/obscure excuse). Clockwork finally tells the desperate teen that, if he looks hard enough, he will find an appropriate mentor.

Well, Danny doesn't think he has time to search for such a mentor and taking out an advertisement in the IR's local newspaper equivalent may as well be painting a target on his back. But, he HAS been summoned a few times and thinks that two can play at this game.

So, with the help of Sam, Tucker and Jazz, he tries to come up with a summoning ritual for a mentor. The requirements are extensive but specific: non-hostile to Phantom (they initially thought about using "friendly to Phantom" but figured that would be too limiting given their situation), able to instruct in multiple forms of combat, able to instruct in strategy (small scale as well as large scale), able to instruct in management and politics (also on various scales) and, most importantly WILLING to be a mentor in such subjects.

The circle is cast and, when the smoke clears, a very startled Batman is standing in the center. Team Phantom didn't think they'd need to specify that the new mentor also be a ghost.

#dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #danny phantom #batman #reverse summoning

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helloalycia · 8 months ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 [𝐓𝐖𝐎] —𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑

summary: Jackie and you become closer and she takes it as a challenge to make you fall for her charms.

warning/s: none.

author’s note: part 2 is finally here, sorry for the delay! i’ve had a migraine all day otherwise i would’ve posted this earlier 😅 hope you like it!

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A month passed and any reminder of my conflict with Leroy and Tiffany had faded into oblivion. Jackie was correct in assuming they'd drop their beef with me, and once my hand was healed and Jackie's face no longer looked like an overly inflated balloon, there was nothing left to remind me of the incidents that occurred.

The only thing to come out of the whole experience was being a little more than acquaintances with Jackie. I couldn't go as far as saying we were friends, but she definitely felt the need to greet me more whenever she saw me in class, and I didn't mind returning the favour.

The real shift in our relationship began when Van, Jackie, Shauna and I were grouped up for a History class project. It was a presentation we needed to pull together, so we'd all made plans to meet up to discuss everything over coffee, which is how I found myself driving there with Van in my new car.

"You know you're gonna have to take me everywhere now," Van pointed out from the passenger seat with a grin. "I'm gonna be your passenger princess."

I laughed. "Hey, I don't mind. It's a bit of a rust bucket, but it beats skateboarding everywhere." I paused, then added, "Who am I kidding? I'm gonna miss skateboarding everywhere."

"We can still hit up the skate park every now and then," she promised. "But driving is a lot easier, you can't lie."

I smiled in agreement. After using some of my savings and convincing my parents it was time to get a car, they bought me an old, second-hand banger from one of my dad's friends who owned a garage. It wasn't the best looking car, but after a wash and a little bit of sprucing up with some car accessories, it looked decent enough to serve its purpose.

Conveniently, I pulled up at the coffee shop at the same time as Shauna, who was parking a few spots down. When Van and I jumped out the car with our bags, Jackie and Shauna were already approaching us.

"Hey," Shauna greeted us both with a smile, before nodding with approval at my car. "Love the new ride, Y/L/N."

"Thanks," I said with proud smile.

"You got to the part where you have to fill the tyres with air?" she asked with amusement. "It's so awkward when everyone watches you do it."

I snorted with amusement. "I'll be lucky if I get that far. This thing is trying its best right now."

She chuckled and glanced over it once more. "It's still pretty nice. Gets you from A to B, right? Driving saves so much time, trust me."

"Very true," I agreed, before I noticed Jackie checking it out curiously, having greeted Van already. I quirked a brow as I jokingly asked, "What? Not up to the princess' standards?"

Van and Shauna exchanged amused glances whilst Jackie shot me a playful glare.

"That's not what I was thinking," she said matter-of-factly.

I stopped by her side to look at it like she was, giving her a sideways glance. "I was kidding. Kind of."

She gave me a knowing look. "It's nice."

I tried not to laugh as I said, "Thank you."

She rolled her eyes playfully before the four of us headed inside to find a table. After claiming a booth in the corner, we pulled out our supplies and textbooks to get started.

"I'll go order our drinks," I offered, before we got stuck in. "Everybody know what they want?"

After they shared their orders with me, I slid out the booth to get in the queue, but Jackie slid out alongside me.

"You might need more hands to carry it," she said, when I quirked a brow.

I shrugged and the two of us got in line to order. It didn't take long to reach the front, and after giving the barista our order and paying, Jackie decided she wanted a muffin that was on display.

"Shoot, I'm so sorry to be annoying," she said with her signature smile, albeit a little apologetic, as she pointed to the muffin. "Please can we get that too?"

The guy, probably no older than we were, nodded eagerly and got the muffin for her, placing it on the tray. "Of course. It's on the house."

I resisted the urge to smile as I raised an eyebrow, watching Jackie laugh flirtatiously.

"No! Really?" she asked with bright eyes. "You're too sweet!"

The guy shrugged casually, his cheeks turning pink as she gave him all her attention in this moment. Before we knew it, our drinks were added to the tray and I picked it up to leave.

"Thanks again," she said with a tilt of her head and a matching smile.

He watched her leave distractedly, and only when we were walking away did I let out a quiet chuckle at what I'd just witnessed.

"What?" she asked, glancing at me, as if she didn't know what she'd done.

I gave her a look of disbelief. "Seriously?" Her confused expression forced me to continue. "You just bat your eyes and get what you want?"

She looked up thoughtfully before nodding. "Pretty much."

Breathing out through my nose, I shook my head with amazement. It made sense that even strangers fell victim to the Jackie Taylor effect.

"Can you get some napkins?" she asked, flashing me the same smile she gave the barista, but I would be damned if she thought she could fool me.

"Not a chance," I said with a stifled laugh, equally amused by her frown as I was her audacity.

I returned to the booth as she went to grab some napkins for us, and the four of us got stuck in immediately. As well as getting the base of our presentation researched, we also had a nice bonding session. To be fair, Van already knew Jackie and Shauna well, but I enjoyed getting to know them too.

I especially learnt that Jackie was pretty used to getting what she wanted whenever she wanted, and having people fall head over heels for her. This was something that came to light the more time we spent together working on this project. I guess you could say that the project is what intertwined our lives again once more.

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After yet another studying session with Jackie, Shauna and Van in the library last night, I realised I grabbed Jackie's notebook by accident and planned to return it to her the next morning at school. I found her by her locker, but she was in a conversation with Jeff and I debated whether or not to interrupt.

They weren't together, the two of them surprisingly staying broken up unlike the many other times they'd somehow got back together, so it was odd to see them talking. But it wasn't any of my business, even if I was a little curious to whether they were back together – especially after everything that happened – so I just sucked it up and politely interrupted.

When I stopped by their side awkwardly, their conversation fell quiet and Jeff glanced at me, no doubt thinking of the whole Leroy incident. Without another word, he walked away, leaving Jackie and I alone.

"Sorry," I said to her uncomfortably, before holding out her notebook. "I just wanted to give you this."

"Oh, thanks," she said, blinking, before accepting the notebook. "I was looking for this all morning."

"Yeah, I must've grabbed it by accident," I said with a small smile. "My bad."

She nodded, and I was about to leave, but then she met my eyes and said, "That wasn't–"

She'd stopped, so I prodded, "Wasn't...?"

Uneasily, she explained, "He's been trying to get back together with me. Jeff."

I chewed on my lip, unsure what to respond, because she didn't owe me any kind of explanation. But a small part of me was nosy enough to want it.

"I'm not stupid, obviously," she continued.

"Obviously," I repeated in agreement, otherwise stumped for words.

"But yeah," she finished, a small, awkward smile on her lips. "That's it."

I mirrored her smile, nodding. "Awesome... er, thanks for the update."

She cleared her throat, nodding too, and then an uncomfortable silence filled the air. I was relieved, though I would never admit it, to know that she wasn't considering going back to him. It only reaffirmed all she'd said about listening to me, and it showed that she respected whatever friendship we seemed to share.

"I'll see you in class," I said, straightening up.

She relaxed her shoulders. "Yeah. See you."

—

Shortly after finishing our group assignment together, Jackie felt the need to work with me more often, for whatever reason. She had a lot of friends, so I couldn't see why she needed me in the mix also, but I guess I wasn't totally against it.

I was walking into Chemistry class when I spotted the blonde sat where my usual lab partner, Dennis, sat. Getting a sense of deja vu, I watched her questioningly as I set my stuff down in my seat.

"Is there a particular reason you're sat there?" I asked, when she flashed me a nonchalant smile.

Placing her chin in the palm of her hand, she stared at me through her lashes. "I feel like you don't know me well enough. So, I switched partners."

I resisted the urge to laugh, oddly intrigued by whatever game she was playing. "I mean, we've only been in the same classes all our life, but–"

"It's not the same," she insisted with a wave of her hand, making me laugh.

Not caring enough to be opposed to her trading seats with Dennis, I took a seat beside her and began to get my books out. As I did, our teacher, Mr Turner, approached our table with a stern expression.

"Miss Taylor," he addressed her. "Can I ask why you're not sitting in your assigned seat?"

I watched on with amusement, wondering how she'd get herself out of this one. But if she was sweating in the slightest, it didn't show.

Shooting Mr Turner her signature smile, she said, "I'm sorry, Mr Turner. I was just about to come and ask you permission. I thought moving beside Y/N here would help improve my grade and be less of a distraction than my old partner."

I quirked a brow, glancing between him and her, and watched as his expression softened slightly. Holy shit. The Jackie Taylor effect worked on teachers too?

"Very well," he conceded. "I suppose that's alright, if it's for the betterment of your learning. Just don't let me catch you chatting through my teaching, alright?"

She nodded innocently. "Of course. I'd never disrespect you like that."

My mouth opened slightly with disbelief, her pure arse kissing astounding me. Mr Turner nodded appreciatively before returning to the front of the classroom, and Jackie turned to me with a cheeky smile.

"I'm impressed," I admitted. "Everybody really loves you, huh?"

As she grabbed her book, she shrugged, though gave me a sideways glance as if she was pouting. "Almost everyone."

I rolled my eyes playfully. "C'mon, Jackie. You have the whole school– heck, probably the whole world at your fingertips. Why are you so adamant on making me like you?"

She raised her brows impatiently. "Because I'm likeable!"

The pink tinge on her cheeks, darkening her already-existent blusher, paired with her impatience only served to make me grin. If I'd known treating Jackie Taylor like this would get her so flustered, I would have done it more often. It was definitely entertaining, and she was going through more effort than she needed to, which only made me laugh more.

As amusing as it was though, I knew she'd give up soon. I simply refused to let myself slip under the Jackie Taylor spell that she had over everyone – doing whatever she wanted, treating her like she was god's gift, there at her beck and call... Unlike every other poor soul who genuinely believed they had a chance with her, no doubt because she had a power to make you feel that way, I wasn't naive. Jackie Taylor was out of my league, as a friend or anything more.

I wasn't blind. Her powers of seduction were rooted in her beauty and ability to turn heads wherever she went. It was normal to have a tiny crush on her, I was sure of it, but I'd never let it be more than that.

Of course, there were small micro-moments where I'd let myself indulge for once, to be a little selfish and delirious. Like now, as she sat beside me in class, nodding along to what Mr Turner was explaining. From the corner of my eye, it was easy to make out the perfect curve of her jaw, the glossiness of her lips, the flutter of her eyelashes. And it would have been even easier to give into it all, especially when she asked me to grab her a lab coat from the back of the classroom, a soft smile on her lips and a single bat of her eyelashes.

But all it took was one relinquishment of power and I'd be just another fool who let Jackie Taylor create delusion in their heads. And I refused.

"I don't know what the arrangement between you and your last partner was, but here, you do things yourself," I said with a suppressed smile, appreciating the way her face dropped.

She tensed her jaw slightly, before trailing along behind me to grab a lab coat. After suiting up, we returned to our desk and I got out the lab equipment whilst she read over the worksheet we'd been given.

"Okay, first step is to turn on the bunsen burner," she read aloud, glancing at me expectantly.

"Great." I pushed over the bunsen burner to her. "Go on."

Indifferently, she straightened up and began to connect the hose to the bunsen burner, shooting me a knowing look as she connected the whole thing to the gas tap.

"I know how to do things myself, y'know," she said disapprovingly.

I chuckled. "I know, it's just fun watching you actually do it."

She huffed dramatically before twisting the gas tap without warning, making me jump back quickly as the flame lit up. Her eyes widened as she twisted it off, before falling to me with both concern and amusement.

"Shit, are you okay?" she asked, hand covering her mouth, but a smile was threatening to break out.

I released a breath, touching my shirt which almost set on fire, and shot her a look. "I am, yeah. No thanks to you!"

She began to laugh quietly. "I'm sorry. See? If you'd just done it for us, that wouldn't have happened."

"Oh, if I'd just done it for us?" I asked sarcastically, mimicking her voice.

"Yeah, you should've just listened–" she started, eyes darting between mine with entertainment.

"I should've just listened," I agreed, still as sarky as ever.

"Yes," she agreed between laughter.

I sighed, giving into my smile as she watched me with dismay. This was going to be a long lesson.

—

As much as I hated to admit it, I was enjoying having Jackie as my lab partner, looking forward to the hour lesson where she was as careless as ever when it came to our experiments, but to the satisfaction and humour of me. Of course, she could never know that all of her efforts to sway me were working, so I played it cool.

I definitely didn't expect to see her beyond that, so I was especially surprised when I showed up to the local community centre after school with the intention of improving my college application and saw her waiting outside with a few other students. I did a double take, her face being the last I expected to see.

"Hey," she said when she recognised me, moving to stand beside me with her usual blinding smile.

"Are you stalking me, Taylor?" I asked jokingly.

"You wish," she retorted with a playful eye roll. "I'm here because it looks good for my college application."

"Ah, of course."

She lifted a brow. "You?"

"Same," I admitted sheepishly, making her laugh.

Once the other students turned up, there were thirteen of us in total and the manager of the community centre met us outside to brief us. We were to work on the community garden over the coming weeks, helping to clean it up and plant some fresh produce and flowers to brighten up the place. Only once it was complete would we get a certificate of recognition for our efforts.

We got stuck in straight away, everyone assigned to different areas. Jackie and I were working on planting the flower beds, so the first thing to do was bring over the soil to the designated area. I heaved the giant bag of soil over my shoulder and brought it over, dropping it to the ground with a sigh and wiping the sweat from my head.

Giggling made me look up, and I watched as Jackie got some freshman to grab her bag, twirling her hair and fluttering her eyelashes as he dropped the bag beside mine.

"You're too sweet, Johnny," she said with a classic tilt of her head, touching his arm. "Thanks again."

He shrugged casually, clearly affected by her attention. "Anytime. You need a hand with anything else, just let me know."

She nodded in agreement and watched as he walked away before her eyes found mine.

"What?" she said like it was obvious. "It would've gotten my nails dirty."

I glanced down at the soil staining my shirt, before giving her a knowing look. "Wait until you start to plant the seeds."

Kneeling down, I used the spade provided to dig out the old dead plants from the flower beds. She kneeled down beside me, careful not to dirty her skirt as she did, and watched my hands work.

"I'm curious," I said, glancing at her. "Were you planning to help at all?"

She straightened up with a sense of pride. "Of course." And then reluctantly, she used her hands to help me remove the old plants, but not without pulling a face.

I tried not to laugh as I watched, finding a sense of satisfaction as her fingernails did indeed get stained with soil. Working alongside her, I used the spade to dig out the next plant, but it skidded across the soil, the plant too firm, and I ended up flicking a handful of soil at Jackie.

"Oh, shit," I said with a stifled smile, watching as she looked down at her clothes. "Sorry."

She breathed out slowly and dusted the soil off, but it left dark tracks in its midst. "It's fine."

"Good thing you wore your old clothes, right?" I asked, biting my lip to contain my smile.

She hummed in agreement, jaw tensing slightly, and a grin fell upon my lips. Everything she wore looked too nice to be considered old. Poor Jackie was probably not expecting to lift a finger.

For whatever reason, whether it was to prove me wrong or to prove her own point, she actually helped me with our tasks, no longer using freshmen to get everything done. It was fun, working with her, and it only gave me more time to appreciate spending with her.

Once we'd done our assigned two hours, it was finally time to leave for the day, and Jackie and I walked out together. Parked a few cars down from mine was Shauna's, and I gave Jackie a look of disbelief.

"You made Shauna pick you up?"

"Duh," she said with a shrug.

I breathed out slowly, looking up and shaking my head. "Why do I still get surprised?"

"What? That people love me?" she asked with a teasing voice.

"Yes."

She rolled her eyes, lips pressing into a smile. "I'm sure you'll figure it out. Until then, see you tomorrow."

I waved goodbye to her as she kept walking, trying to understand the hold she had on everyone. Her and her silly smiles and silly hazel eyes and silly raspy voice.

Annoyingly enough, I was starting to see it.

—

I found myself in Chemistry class later that week, doodling on my notebook as I waited for class to properly start. Jackie arrived as usual, greeting me, and when I looked up, I took a moment to find my words.

"You look different," I said without thinking, trying to figure it out.

"I'm pretty sure I don't," she said with a chuckle, sitting beside me like always.

But no, there was something different about her today, something that had me admiring her a little more closely than usual. And as I was subtly studying the freckles on her face, the slope of her nose, the golden flecks in her eyes, it hit me.

"Your hair," I said with realisation, making her look up. "It's up. You never have it up."

She lifted a brow with amusement. "I guess, maybe not often, but..."

She'd worn her hair up before, obviously, but her signature look was to leave it out, freshly curled. So, seeing her with it up just happened to draw my attention more, and also show off her pretty face a bit more, which I guess is why I noticed.

Satisfied that I'd figured it out, I nodded. "Yeah, that's it. It looks pretty like that."

Her lips curved into a soft smile, eyes darting away from mine in an uncharacteristic manner. "Er, thanks."

I didn't think much more of it as I returned to my doodling, but then from that day onwards, I noticed she began to wear her hair up more often. And every single time, I found myself admiring her secretly, letting myself indulge just that little bit more.

—

Promising to pick up Van from soccer practice today, I headed to the field to wait in the bleachers for her, having killed time studying all I could before my brain would fry itself. I was a little early, so the Yellowjackets were still practicing.

I took that as my opportunity to get comfortable at the bottom of the bleachers, feet leaning on the ones in front of me as I pulled my headphones on and focused on my book. I was deep into it when something hit me and I jumped, startled.

Yanking my headphones off, I looked down to see a bottle cap, and then looked up to see a laughing Jackie stood by the bench on the field, bottle of water in hand.

"Thanks," I said sarcastically, before tossing the cap back at her, which she swiftly dodged.

"What are you doing here?" she asked with a grin.

Admittedly, she looked really cute right now, dressed in the school gym kit, a little sweaty and her face flushed pink from all the running she'd done. But I would never give her that satisfaction, so sarcasm was my next best defence.

"Oh, I just had to come and see Jackie Taylor in all of her team captain glory."

She raised her brows, pausing. "Really?"

"No. I'm here to pick Van up."

She scoffed gently, rolling her eyes.

"As much as your many admirers would love to watch you practice, I'm not one of them," I teased.

"Hilarious," she said with narrowed eyes, making me grin. Dismissing my mockery, she asked, "Are you coming to the pep rally tomorrow? First game of the season is this week."

I leaned back, thinking about it. "Eh, why not?"

Hand on her hip, she shot me a disapproving smile. "Don't sound too enthusiastic or anything."

I crossed my legs comfortably as I met her challenging stare. "I'm not big on the whole soccer thing. I'm just going to support Van. That's what a good friend would do."

She began to smile, a glint of amusement in her gaze. "A good friend, huh? Pat yourself on the back much?"

"Someone has to."

She looked away with disbelief, hiding a smile. "Wow, I see."

I quirked a brow, smile forming on my lips. "See how annoying that is? That's what it's like having a conversation with you."

She pursed her lips as she looked over me with feigned irritation. "Touché, Y/N."

I flashed her a satisfied smile as she finished the last of her water before flipping me off then jogging back to the others. I chuckled to myself as I watched her leave, admittedly checking her out as I did. Stupid Jackie and her stupid cute face.

—

We were well into October when it happened. I couldn't have seen it coming in the slightest.

Lottie, one of Van's teammates, was hosting the ultimate Halloween party at her mansion of her house, able to get away with it because her parents were away. Everybody was attending, and if Van herself didn't invite me, at least ten other people had because of how awesome it was supposed to be. Naturally, I said yes, loving a party more than anyone else but especially a costume party.

So, I showed up with Van and Taissa, the latter opting for a Catwoman costume that she very much pulled off, and Van and I dressing up as two of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles – her as Michelangelo and myself as Leonardo. They were iconic outfits, what could I say?

Of course, I may have felt a little stupid when we met up with the rest of Van's team, including Jackie who looked drool-worthy in her Supergirl costume.

"Wow, you two look...," she began when she saw Van and I, eyes flickering between our matching costumes. "It's very you."

Van swung her nunchucks in agreement. "I thought so too. Love the sexy Supergirl getup."

Jackie stifled a smile as she nodded in acknowledgement, before her eyes fell to me. "Which one are you? Raphael?"

I pointed to the blue bandana over my eyes. "Leonardo, obviously."

A grin broke out on her lips as she touched the bandana, pulling it over my eyes a bit better and also sending goosebumps all over my skin at her touch. "Obviously."

I swallowed thickly, trying not to let my eyes drift below her head, because her costume was very tight and she looked very good right now.

"Nat's pouring everyone drinks in the kitchen," she said, looking between the three of us. "You coming?"

"Hell yeah," Van spoke for us all, raising her nunchucks in the air, before glancing back at Taissa and I. "Leonardo and Catwoman, on my six!"

I cracked a smile as I readied my sword and followed after my idiot best friend.

It was admittedly an eventful first few hours, with Van and I stressing Taissa out enough times that she was forced to take our pretend weapons off us for the rest of the party. Apparently assuming the personas of our costumes wasn't going down well with her, which, in hindsight, was fair when I remembered how drunk we got.

At one point, I found myself rambling to some random guy about the lore of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, aware that he was passed out on the couch beside me but still talking anyway, when Jackie strolled over to me, just as drunk as I was.

"There you are," she said with a grin. "Come dance with me."

"Jackie, I'm in the middle of a conversation," I said, motioning to my passed out friend.

"He's asleep, idiot," she pointed out, before outstretching her hand and wiggling it. "Come on."

I batted her hand away. "I don't dance."

She lost her smile as her patience ran quicker now that her inhibitions were lowered. "Y/N."

Finding it amusing, I motioned around us. "There's a billion people here. One of them would kill to dance with you. Why not ask them?"

"I'm asking you," she said through gritted teeth.

Not really aware of her anger, I pushed myself off the couch with a stretch. "I'm hungry."

She glared at me as I walked away, pushing through the party-goers and intending to find the kitchen, but Lottie's house was huge and I'd already forgotten the layout. I opened several wrong doors, and then on the last one – some sort of games room – I felt someone shove me from behind, forcing me in.

"Hey–!"

"Why does nothing work with you?!" Jackie interrupted my complaining, shutting the door behind her and fixing me with a frustrated stare.

I blinked, confused.

She scoffed, uncrossing her arms and rolling her eyes. "I've been trying to get your attention for months, you idiot! I even started–" she faltered, embarrassed, "wearing my hair up because of one stupid compliment you gave me."

My brain was working slower than usual, so her words were catching up to me little by little. "I noticed that."

Still not happy, she narrowed her eyes at me. "Why do I even try?"

Realising this was about the Jackie Taylor effect, as I'd rightly dubbed it now, I said, "Everybody loves you. Why is it so important if I don't?"

Her eyes flickered between mine, and I was certain she was going to slap me or berate me or shout at me. But then her expression softened and she admitted, "Because I want you to."

I didn't get chance to register her words before she stepped forward, pressing her lips to mine. Her fingers curled around the back of my neck and I found myself melting under her touch, falling right into her. Her lips tasted like alcohol, tobacco and strawberry lipgloss, and I was suddenly eager to taste her concoction even more, all my senses heightened as I pulled her close.

She moved her lips against mine eagerly, fingers sending shivers down my spine as they tickled my skin, and I pushed my tongue between her lips in retaliation, not even thinking about anything other than her. We broke apart for air, barely seconds passing before our lips reconnected, and I was infatuated with every part of the blonde that had been on my mind these past few months.

Time was a drunken haze – we could have been there for seconds or hours for all I knew – and we were unfortunately interrupted by the sound of the door suddenly opening. Our sloppy movements meant we pulled apart a second too late, and we turned to see Van standing there in her Michelangelo costume. God, did I look that stupid right now?

"You're both trashed," she said, words slurred, before she looked to me. "C'mon. Catwoman is taking us home." Then she looked to Jackie, adding, "Shauna's looking for you."

I glanced at Jackie, heart still racing and her taste still on my lips. The state I was in made everything feel like it was so distant, as if it was happening to someone else, so I still hadn't truly acknowledged what had just happened between us. Jackie was already looking at me, eyes half lidded and cheeks flushed. I almost wanted to kiss her again, but Van impatiently calling my name snapped me out of it.

"Coming," I told her, before tearing my eyes from Jackie and following after Van.

#jackie taylor x you #jackie taylor imagine #jackie taylor x reader #jackie taylor #ella purnell #yellowjackets imagine #yellowjackets

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chaos-in-deepspace · 4 months ago

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L&DS Xavier: Library Hideaway | Drabble

This is one of the five drabbles i wrote for Xavier (All SFW). I wrote each drabble in ten minutes for my writing sprints so they're not like my normal quality of writing. However these were a good way for me to warm up with my characterization of Xavier! I'll be posting the other drabbles later (probably will queue them) so look out for those!

Pairing: Xavier x Reader Warning: None Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+.

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Xavier

“What are you doing?” Xavier’s voice was so close that you almost jumped. You spun around on the comfortable bean bag chair you had claimed. Xavier was on the one right behind you and the two of you managed to use your backs to help support one another while you read. It had been so quiet and serene that you hadn’t expected to suddenly hear his voice.

“Reading?” You said with an amused chuckle. Obviously you were reading since your nose was deep in a book right now.

Xavier was still facing away but you could see his profile, the gentle smile on his face while he shook his head, “Not…that.” He finally said. He took a moment to look at you, making eye contact, “You keep shifting.”

Oh, you hadn’t even noticed. You were currently reading an action scene in the book, trying to think of all the details as vividly as you could. You guessed during all that imagination you had been moving around a bit. A small flush went up at the realization. You cleared your throat before speaking in a hushed tone.

“I just got to an exciting part in this book, that’s all.” You mustered up and you heard the subtle huff of his laughter. You guys were trying to be quiet at the moment, the library commanded a certain air to it that you were compelled to abide by. That and…

The two of you heard footsteps, someone passing by your secret little reading nook you had found. When you guys discovered this place a month ago you were surprised to have found it. Right behind one of the shelves was a nook area that was covered in dust, as though nobody had cleaned it in years. The two of you made the assumption that perhaps nobody in the library knew about it and took it upon yourselves to clean it.

Now if was your favorite place to be, grabbing drinks and a book then heading over. It was also fun, seeing people pass by the nook and not knowing the two of you were right beyond a shelf. Once the footsteps went away you let out a small breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

Xavier finally spoke, “What’s the scene about?” He said, shifting more. It was enough that you began falling backwards, only to feel his hand on your back as he steadied you.

“Just an action scene.” You said then paused for a moment, “Did you…want to read it?” You finally asked. You could see the gentle smile on Xavier’s face as he nodded. You were about to hand the book over when you suddenly felt your center of gravity shifting. You let out a small, surprised noise as he adjusted the two of you.

He placed you on his lap, crossing his legs to create a little space for you. His chin came to rest on your shoulder as he looked over the words on the pace. “Don’t be too loud, unless you want them to find us.” He said and you let out a small groan.

“You could’ve warned me…besides we’re in public and this is inappropriate.” You scolded him, yet despite your words leaned into his chest some more, his natural body heat warming you up.

“Nobody knows about this place.” Xavier’s breath ghosted over your neck before you felt his lips pressing down on the valley between your head and shoulder, “It’s our own little getaway, right?”

You sighed but nodded your head, “Ya, it is. Now if you want to understand this scene we’re gonna have to read the entire book together now.” You pointed it out to him.

“Read it to me?” He asked and you chuckled.

“Can we take turns?” He squeezed gently at your waist after you asked that, then you felt him nod.

“Ya, I think I can manage that.”

One of my buddies really did put Xavier into perspective with a vast majority of the fandom: He's kinda the middle child. I noticed my masterlist only had two NSFW things written for him, so I decided to fix that. I tend to write a lot for Zayne and even Rafayel, but I'm thinking of taking turns of just writing several drabbles of one specific character at a time! Of course as long as I can keep up with it, I don't wanna burn myself out.

Still, with that being said...I do have one NSFW fic for Zayne that I forgot was in my drafts that'll be posted soon, as well as...something angsty for the man. A friend asked me to make him hurt so alas I did.

#loveanddeepspace #love and deepspace #Xavier Love and Deepspace #Lnds #Lnds Xavier #lnds x reader #x reader #reader insert #xavier x reader #l&ds #l&ds xavier #l&ds xavier x reader #lads x reader #lads xavier #lads xavier x reader

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mylovelo-ak · 1 year ago

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addiction

pairing: nagi seishiro x reader

warnings: none

wc: 588

synopsis: in which you learn how to play nagi's favorite game <3

notes: me n my crippling valorant addiction <3 not proofread

"teach me how to play."

"play?"

nagi seishiro was always on his damn game. well, he played multiple games but that's not the point. it was always soccer practice, go home, play, eat, then sleep. and while he did occasionally kiss you, you wanted more than kisses to sustain your relationship.

you wanted to spend time with nagi.

and if you can't do that because he's on the game, you figured maybe you should learn how to play. that way you can spend time with him while he's doing something he loves, and heck who knows? you might end up loving it, too.

"play soccer?" he asked, brows furrowed in confusion.

"no i wanna learn whatever you're playing on your computer."

"pc games?"

you could practically see the question marks surrounding his head. you held your ground, staring straight into his eyes.

"..okay then, c'mere."

he patted his lap, gesturing for you to come and sit. once you did, he took your hands into his and fitted them over his mouse and keyboard, moving your fingers so they wouldn't accidentally press the wrong keys.

"you're mainly going to be using w, a, s, d and the space bar—"

he explained the controls to you. you felt tension get to your head as you struggled to remember everything. you almost regret asking him to teach you. once he finished, you saw him ponder over something, before his lips curled up in a mischievous grin.

"i'm gonna queue a game for you now."

you exhaled, "okay."

"it's a game with real people. you have four teammates and five against you."

"okay— REAL PEOPLE? WHAT IF I RUIN THEIR GAME? WHAT IF I—"

a loud boom came resounded from the headset he put on you, and the words match found echoed mockingly in your head.

"looks like it's too late now." nagi teased.

"i'm scared."

you told him as you stared at the screen in fear. he's only taught you the controls, but he hasn't said anything about how the game works.

"i'm here, don't worry. first you gotta choose your character, okay?"

you nodded. you dragged the cursor across the screen to hover over each icon to display the characters. finally, you settled on a white haired girl who floated a dagger in her hand. while all the other characters seemed appealing, this girl— jett the screen says— looked the most like nagi. she had the exact same unbothered look on her face.

"why her?" he asked, accusingly.

you're sure he knows you well enough to know why.

"no reason!"

he chuckled before kissing you on the cheek.

"okay so her abilities are—"

as the game progressed, you're certain it was meant to be a horror game. now you knew why nagi would sometimes jump when you tap him on the shoulder while he was playing. your face twisted in probably your ugliest concentration face. you'd completely zone out during rounds, failing to see the look of adoration on your boyfriend's face.

you felt as if the game finished too fast, even though you played for an hour.

"queue me one more." you deadpanned.

the smile on his face was almost infectious.

"you're already addicted, hm?" he teased you. one of his arms wrapped around your waist while the other grabbed his mouse to queue you another game.

"i am not!"

a week later, he buys all the things you need for your own pc. he figured you needed your own since you were hogging his 24/7 to play.

#blue lock #bllk x you #bllk nagi #blue lock nagi #nagi fluff #nagi seishiro #nagi x reader #nagi x you #nagi seishiro x reader #blue lock x reader

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freyito · 1 year ago

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ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴄᴀɢᴇ & ᴋᴇɴꜱʜɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴀʜᴀꜱʜɪ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ꜱɪᴄᴋ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

guess whos getting sick.... yippee!! i like never get sick and when i do im like completely OUT. rn it's just a sore throat and a kind of cough but it's been getting worse all day so i figured i'd get this out and donesies with before i cant even leave my bed lol

cw: gn reader, just fluff, JEWISH JOHNNY (hes jewish and you arent gonna tell me otherwise), not proofread

⎯ Johnny Cage

Johnny does not care that you could possibly get him sick, he is all over you. Like not once does he leave your side. And if he has to? Then he's just picking you up and taking you with him. Even if you complain that you wanna stay in bed.

He's got a weeks worth of takeout planned. All your favorite comfort food, something cold for your throat, something warm, too. And he's always got a nice, cold bottle of water for you. He's very intent on you staying hydrated.

We all know he can't cook. But this man has ONE (1) thing he actually can make without messing up. Two words. Jewish. Penicillin. Good ol' Matzoh Ball Soup. Guaranteed to cure you (don't take his word). And it's damn good. It's the perfect temperature, and it runs down your throat so smoothly that it- for once- doesn't feel like sandpaper. It's bliss. Pure damn bliss.

Of COURSE you're gonna end up cuddled up on the couch or in bed, watching some sort of movie or show. It's Johnny Cage. But, he also just likes talking with you. Or, to you. He doesn't want you to lose your voice, now. He'll ramble on and on about cinema, history- literally any, but of course he's a bit partial to Sento and the Taira clan specifically.-, and physics, science, yada yada.

And he talks and talks for days on end. Until you get better. But who am I kidding, he talks then, too. And when you finally get better, it's actually a miracle that Johnny isn't sick. But he's even more clingy, after.

⎯ Kenshi Takahashi

Unlike Johnny, Kenshi knows to give you space. Doesn't mean he isn't right by you the entire time, though. He's constantly checking your temperature, checking in on you in general. Do you need anything? How about a warm bath? Something to eat? Water? It's a constant stream of questions. He's just so worried about you, even if it is just a common cold.

He does order takeout as well, but it usually just amounts to soups and what not, he's kind of hellbent on making sure you eat the right foods and not something that could even make the cold slightly worse. He'll let popsicles slide, though... just no icecream. Hell no.

About that bath... Kenshi puts his heart and soul into it, for whatever reason. Epsom salt, some vitamin C bath foam, maybe some petals just to make it a little fancy. Oh, he's got it all. He wants to make sure you're at the height of relaxation.

Music and Audiobooks. He's got then playing, unless you ask for silence. Of course, he plays them kinda softly. He's a bit afraid of you getting a headache. It offers some sort of mental stimulation, though, while your huddled up in bed. He wants to make sure you don't feel bored while you're sick.

And once you're better... he's got so much laundry done. Like the very moment you're all energized and feeling better, he's like "oh the dryers done!". Kenshi wants to make sure there's no risk of you getting sick again, and to be honest, he pampers you a little extra, too.

#⁺◟freyito #mortal kombat 1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mk x reader #mk 1 x reader #mortal kombat 1 x gn reade #mortal kombat x gn reader #mk x gn reader #mk1 x gn reader #johnny cage x reader #kenshi takahashi x reader #johnny cage x gn reader #kenshi takahashi x gn reader

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thedaregf · 6 months ago

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𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : bobby skeetz x fem!reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Your brother is Ryan Mcmahon, drummer of the upcoming band Inhaler. What happens when you sneak around with the Irish bassist…

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : cigarettes and alcohol (oasis).

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I was awoken to a knock at my bedroom door. Not long after the knock appeared my brother Ryan.

“Get up, we need to leave soon.”

“Do i have to come with you?”

“Yes. You promised me last week that you’d come to the show”

“That was last week. I’ve changed my mind”

“No. You’re coming”

And with that Ryan closed my door in annoyance which led me to groan knowing i had to stick to my word of leaving the house tonight.

It wasn’t long before i hopped in the shower getting ready for the day. Frank Ocean blasted through the speaker on the counter as i washed my hair. When all of a sudden i got a text message. I turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around my body checking my phone to see who interrupted me.

Bobby - Bobert 🤘

You - Y/N🖕

Bobert 🤘

You coming to the gig tonite? x

Y/N 🖕

Unfortunately. I promised Ryan i’d come to this one x

Bobert 🤘

Um excuse me this isn’t an unfortunately moment. x

Y/N 🖕

It is when i’m gonna be stuck with 4 boys and one of them tries to convince others to play bird bingo for an hour. x

Bobert 🤘

I wonder who that could be cause it isn’t me. Maybe Josh? We should really have a word with him about that cause that’s out of order x

Y/N 🖕

Whatever helps you sleep at night babes x

Bobert 🤘

Babes? Okay Babes. Let’s have a talk Babes. x

Y/N 🖕

Bye. Gotta get ready see you soon. x

Bobert 🤘

See you soon babes x

I didn’t realise I was smiling at my phone until the last message. I’d say Bobby and I have a close relationship. I’ve known him for a while and i’ve always had a crush on him. I mean who couldn’t. He’s 6ft with a mullet and plays bass in a band. And also my brother’s bestfriend and bandmate but we all have a secrets don’t we. I walked into my bedroom and shut my phone throwing it onto my bed getting ready for the night ahead of me. I threw on a black midi dress that flowed in the wind at the bottom and paired with my fur jacket, black boots and black bag and topped it off with jewellery. I then started applying the finishing touches to my makeup before Ryan called up saying that we are leaving in 5. I opened my bag and threw in my packet of cigarettes, a small bottle of alcohol, charger, lip liner and lip stick and other necessities i’ll need for the night before quickly making my way downstairs.

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y/nusername : dressing up > down

📷 : ryanmcmahon_15

ryanmcmahon_15 : finally got photo credits for once.

➥ y/nusername : be grateful

user : where is the jacket from?

➥ y/nusername : it’s thrifted x

bobbyskeetz : this jacket looks like a bird meaning you have to bird bingo.

➥ y/nusername : … can i not get a nice compliment without it including birds.

➥ bobbyskeetz : no sorry xxxxx

bobbyskeetz : 😫🖕

➥ y/nusername : no. damage is already done 💔

user : UR HOT.

➥ bobbyskeetz : thanks x

➥ y/nusername : fuck off.

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We arrived at the venue and entered through the back door. There were a group already queuing even though it was only 2pm. It was so crazy to me how people would spend their whole day waiting in a queue for a show that will only go on for a few hours (i am guilty of this). They all screamed when they saw Ryan enter the venue which i still need to get used to. We get led into the green room which was already filled with the other 3 irish lads.

It wasn’t long before Ryan announced our presence ‘Hey! We made it’

‘Hey guys!’ Eli stood up and started hugging the both of us followed Josh and Bobby.

Bobby’s hug lasted a little longer than i wanted it to but at the same time i could stay with him forever. He’s such an easy person to be around. You could either talk for hours upon hours about random ass shit. You could tell him about girl drama and he would make small comments like ‘She’s a Bitch’ or You could both sit in the same room together in comfortable silence. You’ve never gotten on with anyone so well in your life. It was relaxing to know that someone understood you in that way.

‘We have soundcheck in about 2 hours so if anyone’s up for a round of bird-‘

‘Bobby… Don’t even mention the words Bird or Bingo today please’ He just laughed at my comment sitting down on the velvet couch placed in the middle of the room. He patted the seat next to him inviting me to sit down beside him which is happily accepted. The other boys were talking about god knows what when suddenly Bobby leaned over and spoke so only I could hear ‘Are you looking forward for tonight… babes’ I lightly slapped his arm telling him to behave. ‘You know i really was up for it until i remembered you were in the band again. What happened to them finding a new bass player?’ ‘You should be grateful i’m stuck to bass, I was gonna be the lead’ ‘Now you say it i am grateful you’d do anything but sing.’

‘Hey guys are going to go get food you coming with?’ Josh stood up and asked the both of us

‘No we’re good’ I looked at Bobby because i was really hungry and wanted food but i knew if id asked ryan he’d get me something ‘I’ll stay here, Can you get me something Ryan?’ ‘Yeah course, be back in an hour’

And with that the other boys left and it was just Bobby and I. Earlier I mentioned how it was always a comfortable silence with Bobby however this silence felt different. It felt like there was something needed to be said or something needing to happen. And I feel like he sensed the same. He looked over at me opening his mouth like he was going to say something. That was until I looked over in his direction. He shut his mouth and looked the other way scratching the back of his neck. Strange.

We sat on our phones for about 5 minutes until I broke the silence.

‘Bird bingo?’ ‘I thought you’d never ask!’ I rolled my eyes but there was really nothing else to do.

Both of us sat either side of the small coffee table places on the floor as he set up the game. I sat opposite him waiting for him to finish. ‘Let’s make this game different’ He looked up and hummed in response confused. ‘Let’s do some forfeits, everytime one of us loose a round we do something the other person wants’ in reply he just smirked at me laughing a bit. ‘Don’t smirk at me Robert I’m winning’ ‘We’ll see’

With that the first round started. It started off with shots being taken to us telling eachother random secrets and doing a small Q&A. It didn’t take long for it to get more heated and serious. ‘Next one i win…’ he lent in a bit till i could feel his breath. ‘We kiss’. ‘Okay’ i just smiled not knowing what else to say in response. I really wanted to but Ryan would be so pissed off if he knew.

And he won that round. That’s how it all started a silly game of bird bingo. That night when no one else was around we couldn’t keep our hands off of eachother sharing kisses whenever we could and having small makeout sessions in secret places. The boys were performing on stage and Bobby couldn’t take his eyes off of me when all of a sudden ‘Who’s your money on (plastic house)’ started playing.

‘Who’s your money on Dublin?’ Eli announced to the crowd as they started yelling out names of the band. I looked over at Bobby and i saw him mouth to me ‘Who’s your money on??’ I yelled ‘BOBBY!’ which caused him to laugh and walk towards Ryan at the back who was playing the drums. I took my phone out and started recording them for a little bit of the ending since this was one of my favourite Inhaler songs. It wasn’t long until the show ended and i was making my way back towards the green room when all of a sudden i got pulled through a door outside by the tour buses. Bobby stood there with the same look on his face he’s had all night pulling out a cigarette lighting it and then holding it out to me. ‘I don’t want this to be a one night thing’ he said taking a puff and blowing it out making deep eye contact with me. ‘Neither’ I said taking the cigarette back into my lips this time he was holding it which led him to pull me against him as we smoked together. We both stood in silence until it was stumped out sharing a quick kiss which tasted nicotine before heading back inside before the fans started coming out or even one of the others.

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y/nusername : who the feck are inhaler? (and if anyone can tell me who this man is staring at me lmk so i can block him xx)

user : who are inhaler?

➥ y/nusername : idk. u tell me x

bobbyskeetz : that might be me? i’m not sure though. just a thought.

➥ y/nusername : yeah it doesn’t look like you x

user : damn 2 pics of bobby we are being fed.

➥ user : and im eating them all up

elijahhewson : the best band ever

➥ y/nusername : dream on.

graciebrns : my wife

➥ bobbyskeetz : back off shes mine.

➥ y/nusername : bobby.

➥ ryanmcmahon_15 : what.

➥ bobbyskeetz : oops.

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Now here we are. Bobby and I secretly dating. Ever since that night we’ve been inseparable. Ryan has been questioning why i’ve wanted to come to the shows so much now recently or why i always want to be around him and boys but he couldn’t know. You recently moved into your own apartment in Dublin still close enough to Ryan but also further enough to feel like you have your own space. Bobby has been round all the time even sleeping over. We’ve had a few close calls but now it’s just our little secret.

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Author : This one is a little bit better but still bad. Gimme prompts 🙏🙏 (with anyone, if ik who they r) - Matilda xx

#bobby skeetz #inhaler #inhalerdublin #inhalerband #bobbyskeetz x reader #robert keating x reader #fanfic #rockstar #story #elijah hewson x reader #eli hewson x reader #josh jenkinson x reader #ryan mcmahon x reader

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xstarsmvxz · 1 year ago

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man i got my mind fixated on dilf!jake having you sit on his thigh while preparing you for the long night ahead 🤭

warnings → NSFW (minors dni), p in v! unprotected sex, soft!dom jake, squirting, slight size kink, breeding kink obvi (typical Jake).

Word count → 1.3k

Jake has his big arm sprawled across your chest, keeping you in place on his lap. Your back arching against his beautifully toned abs. You could feel every muscle and vein in his arm, every little scar across his chest. He’s got one thigh resting between the both of yours, making you mindlessly grind down. You watch as he drags two of his fingers from your navel down to your clit. Lightly brushing his fingers against it, you whimper. Your eyes screw shut as you feel one of his large fingers trace your needy hole, gathering some of your slick before bringing it up and gently rubbing it on your clit. Letting out a gasp, you begin to buck your hips, searching for more friction. “Uh uh”, Jake moves his hand to now hold your hips down, “I don’t want none of that squirming or nothing, you hear me?” Your lustful eyes meet his stern ones, gently nodding. “Yes sir.”

His two fingers plunge into you repeatedly, dragging you closer to your third orgasm of the night. You’re a moaning mess, grinding yourself down onto his fingers, desperately chasing your release. He gently moves his fingers in a scissor motion, stretching you out. You let out a lewd moan, feeling the tight knot inside you beginning to snap. “You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” He tilts his head to look down at your hands that are now tightly holding onto his arm, leaving scratch marks and small moon like crescents from having your nails constantly digging into his skin. You open your mouth to answer but no noise comes out as you feel your release suddenly come crashing down on you. Silent tears leave your eyes due to the endless pleasure you’re feeling at the moment. He brings his thumb to rub your clit in fast circles, watching as your body fluids coat his hand.

“Too much! Too much!” You cry out. Sighing once you finally feel his fingers leave your abused cunt. He moves his head to roughly kiss your neck, leaving love bites trailing up from your jaw down to the top of your perky tits. “Jake, wan’ you, wan’ you so bad! Please-”

“Shh shh. I got you baby girl.” He lifts you up by your waist, spinning you around so that you’re now facing him. He keeps one hand tightly gripped onto your waist, using his other hand to gently prod his tip at your tired but desperate hole. “You sure this is what you want? Hm?” You let out a meek “mhm” looking down at his pink tip. You nearly drool at the sight of pre-cum leaking from him. “Words baby. I need words.”

“Yes! Please Jake, I wan’ you so bad. Need you so bad!” You manage to whimper out. He places a rough, calloused hand on your cheek. “Oh kid..” He looks at the fat tears rolling down your face. “You can have me. You can have all of me. No more tears babygirl.” He raises his thumb, using it to wipe your tears away. You softly smile back at him, leaning in so that your foreheads are touching. He moves back before leaning in again and crashing his lips into your own. The kiss was a perfect mix of lust and love, driving you both mad. You reach behind his head, yearning for the beautiful, ethereal connection to be shared between the two of you. Grabbing his queue in one hand, you use the other to grab yours. You look towards his face, silently asking for consent. He gives you a short nod with a small smirk, watching you slowly bring your tswin to connect with his.

Your eyes dialate, leaving one a small rim of yellow around your blown pupils. Feeling an overwhelming amount of emotions shared, your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head at the pleasure. His rough fingers squeeze your plush hips, making you let out a contempt sigh. You bring your uneven breath to match the pace of his, breathing in slowly through your mouth before exhaling. “You ready, kid?” He questions as his thumb gently strokes your upper thigh. “Yeah, yeah I’m ready.”

You burry your face into the crook of his neck as you feel his hand leave your hip to grab his painfully hard cock. Beginning to relieve some of his pain he rubs his length in between your soft thighs, making you even more aroused than before if that’s even possible. You lift your head up, letting out a breathy moan. “Jake.” “I got you, baby. Just relax.” He once again brings his tip to prod at your soaking cunt before starting to push himself in. Now, you’re not a virgin, but the stretch still burns and stings alot. Before you know it he’s got just over half his length inside of you, not moving an inch to give you time to adjust. After a few seconds you ready yourself, “You can move now.” You moan at the feeling of the entirety of his dick filling you up, his tip kissing your cervix perfectly. His hands are gripping firmly on your waist, helping you to grind and bounce on his dick at a slow pace.

“More, Jake I wan’ more!” You beg, eyes looking into his pleadingly. He lets out a grunt, lifting you up by your waist, flipping you around and bending you over so that your face is now pushed into the soft grass below you. You have your ass up in the air, back arching while he holds both your hands behind your back. This is truely a sight for sore eyes, Jake thinks to himself. With his dick still inside of you, he begins thrusting, speeding up his pace until he’s mercilessly pounding himself into you. You cry out, silent tears leaving your eyes yet again. You begin to feel dizzy, having that coil build up inside of you for the fourth time that night.

“You gonna come for me again, girl?” He says, still pounding into you at an unreal pace. “F-fuck, Jake!” You scream out. “Please let me cum, please!” You feel that coil inside of you about to snap. Even if he didn’t grant you permission to cum, your sure you still would, you would be incapable of holding back. “Let go, pretty girl. Cum for me, cum all over this dick.” You let out the loudest moan you ever have, nearly screaming. Your juices spray all over his still moving cock and his lower stomach, making his abs glisten in the moonlight.

The pleasure becomes too much, with his thick cock still thrusting inside you you, your legs shake uncontrollably. “Jake- I.. I can’t.” You start to squirm, trying to wriggle your hands out of his strong grip. “Just a second, mamas. I’m almost there.” He speeds up his pace once again, chasing his own orgasm. “Wanna pump you full of my seed, watch as your belly swells up with my baby, yeah?” You whimper at the thought. He lets out a guttural moan, filling your hole with his warm cum, painting your spongey walls white. You mewl at the feeling of the heat of his load making it’s way into your womb. He slowly pulls himself out of you, feeling his orgasm fade away. He watches as some of his seed drips out of your cunt, using two of his fingers to push it back in and keeping it there. “Don’t wanna waste nun’ of it do we?” You shake your head side to side, “nuh uh.” Your eyes slowly drooping shut.

After a few minutes of making sure none of his load will spill out of you, he pulls his fingers out of your abused pussy and licks them clean, tasting a mix of both your fluids. He brings your limp body into his arms, lying down and resting you on his chest. “You were so good, such a good girl for me. So fuckin’ perfect” He brings his arm to gently stroke your side. You both lay there in silence, listening to each other’s laboured breaths. Your breath starts to even out, slowly falling asleep with your head pressed into his chest, the sound of his heartbeat lulling you into a deep slumber. He notices that you’ve fallen asleep, now letting himself fall into his own slumber.

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blueseachelle · 2 years ago

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X reader request for some vax smut. So you know like how he can’t get the vestige off? Well that shouldn’t stop the reader from getting him off now should it? I was thinking maybe some hard grinding and getting him off through his new armor, and him putting that newfound uh…speed to good use.

I love this. So, I’m gonna totally make this in the woods. I don’t know a lot about the armor, Ya know, details….. Like a place to take out his-…..So anyway, please enjoy! I hope this satisfies you. If not, I’m always up for a rewrite. Not afraid to be told I didn’t fulfill your wishes. Please, let me know! Enjoy!

My Knight Trapped In Armor

Critical Role Vox Machina

Vax x Fem! Reader

Minors Do Not Interact

You have been with the group since the beginning for this long journey. Currently, collecting all the relics is your main mission. You’ve have gotten ahold of the first of the vestige and Vax had the honor of putting it on…. He was happy about it until he figured out that it will never come off.

You have been with Vax for a long while. You, Vax, and Vex were practically raised together. Ever since they ran from home you have always been there. You saved them from there first big fight. You haven’t strayed since that. You have always been there and helped them recruit the now known Vox Machina.

Vax has always had a crush on you, just didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had. Vex sees you as a little sister, Vax didn’t want to make it weird. He didn’t take the leap of faith until after the falling out at Whitestone to tell you how he felt, of course, with the encouragement of his sister. You returned the feelings and been with him ever since. So, onto the story.

The crew decided to make camp for the night. They found a nice clearing right before night fall so, everything was set up and ready to go before dusk. Everyone sat around the camp fire having normal conversation. Vax sat close to you. His new armor poking you every now and then but, you ignore it because you like the contact with him. Of course, you knew he could never take this off because his deal with the Raven Queen. You don’t even think that he knows how much he can… take of without something happening or being *gulps* cut of. Magic armor is dangerous.

In the middle of a small exchange with Scanlan, you felt Vax’s hand rest on your thigh. You gave him a side eye and he responded with a slight motion with his head. He wanted to go for a walk before it was too dark. You knew his queues by now. So, being the cunning girl you are, you got Grog into the conversation which accidentally (on purpose) made an argument between them about something dumb that somehow everyone else ended up in. As soon as the heat was off of you, Vax took your hand and walked of in the direction he suggested with his head.

You walked for a good 10 minutes before Vax finally stopped in his tracks.

“There. I think we are far enough, Darling.”

He turned to face you finally. He leaned down and gave you a kiss. You just giggled and kissed back,

“I think I know why you brought us out here. It’s been a little while, huh?”

He pulled away slight to lock eyes with you. You could see the lust and love for you run through his head.

“Of course it has. Everything is been chaotic as hell and you have been so badass recently. Finally, I can deal with this pent up heat you cause me. Darling, I would love to have you if you’d let me.”

He brought your hand to his face and kisses it. You giggled once again.

“Of course, My Love. I would love to have you.”

Vax gave you a toothy grin. He pulled you a little farther to the nearest tree and took a seat against it you. You took the queue and sat in his lap. You kissed him. Your hands locking themselves in his dark hair. He kisses back and set his hands on your hips. The kiss continued to deepen. He snaked his tongue into your mouth.

One of his hands reached up and made it’s way into your hair. The kiss finally parted. He used the interlocked hand in your hair to pull your head slightly back. He leaned forward and bit onto your neck. He proceeded to bit and suck on the supple skin. You let out a small moan. You felt the smirk against your neck as he continued down.

When he got to you collarbone, he released your hair. In return, you gripped his and pulled slightly. He growled out,

“Hey, are you gonna be nice or do I have to get mean?”

You gulped,

“N-no, Vax, Sir.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He reached down and grabbed at the hem of you shirt. Your armor has be taken off since the campsite. You knew it would be safe there so, you’ve been without it. You pulled up you shirt over your head and set it on the ground next to you. Your chest was now in full display to him. (With the armor your wear, it naturally cups your breast so, no need for a bra.)

“What a good fucking girl.”

You just let out a small squeak at the statement. The squeak turned into a moan as Vax took a nipple into his mouth. With the help of one of his hands, he played with your breast, switching between them. He nipped, sucked, and pinched at your nipples. All you could do is grip his hair and push your chest into his mouth. You, caught up in the pleasure, subconsciously started grind onto him. He could feel the friction through his armor. He kept his lips around one of your nipples as his hands left to join on your hips.

He pulled you down onto him. The pleasure increased for both of you. He could feel you through his armor, every little movement and pulse your pussy did. The friction of the engravings on the armor hit every friction need that you usually would have. Vax’s lips came off your nipple with a wet pop. Your nipples were now red and starting to swell slightly from the abuse that endured.

Vax removed his hands to reach down to his pants, he felt for and opening, anything that he could use get his cock out. He could only sit there for a second and watch his beautiful girlfriend drunkenly grind on him. Screw it, he wasn’t about to stop her to look for a opening. He’ll look for next time. Right now, he is going to get the both of you off. He grabbed you by the hips and started to grind up into her.

You closed you eyes in pleasure and arched you back. Your gripped his hair tighter and let out a moan of his name. He grunted in response and speed up. He could feel it. She’s getting close, well, he was too. He leaned up and kissed her desperately. You moaned into the kiss and turned it into a sloppy wet kiss. He felt like he needed to step the grinding. He moved a hand to caress the back of her head as he leaned forward to lay her on the grass. The kiss continued as he grinned harder and faster into her. The Vestige he wore increased his speed significantly.

You let out a loud moan of his name. He swallowed the moan. You broke the kiss reluctantly. Vax moved instantly to bite your neck. The coil in your stomach tightened,

“V-vax. I’m close. So so close.”

She desperately clawed at his back, which, of course, was armored. He growled. You knew that he was too. You arched your back off the ground. He quickly moved his arms under you. He quickly attached to one of your swollen nipples. That was all you needed.

“V-Vax-“

You didn’t even finish your statement because the tightened coil snapped. Vax felt how you froze and the pulsation against the armor. He ground down a couple more time before finishing himself, in his armor. And you, your panties and shorts you wore. You both caught your breath as you held each other.

“I love you so much, Baby.”

“I love you so much, My Love.”

After a couple minutes, Vax sat up first and grabbed your shirt. You thanked him and put it on.

“At least it’s dark, no one is gonna see my shorts. I’ll clean them tomorrow when the sun is up again.”

Vax chuckled and helped his Beloved up off the now wet ground,

“Yeah, but, the next question is, I can’t take this off… How the hell are we gonna clean my pants?”

You just giggled,

“We’ll figure it out, My Knight Trapped In Armor.”

Vax just grinned and kissed up before walking back in the direction of camp. You used your abilities to illuminate the surrounding area since the sun already set. You loved this man to death. You know that you would figure out something to make this easier for the both of you to get used to but…. what just happened… Wasn’t half bad.

I hope you have enjoyed this read! If you have anymore requests, I have an request post available. With that, see ya next post!

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