#mafia!vinnie hacker

[jtsblock]

!VINNIE HACKER

Cowboy!vinnie hacker who’s Clever and resourceful, known as coyote cowboy and rough rider, tattoos, rodeo lover, loves working on trucks, moved from Washington to a small town texas, fell in love with his father’s co workers daughter the first time he saw her, protective, playful.

Surfer!vinnie hacker who’s mom is a kook(therapist) and his dad is currently in jail (don’t ask) born a psychopath(like his dad), pouge he doesn’t like the lifestyle of a kook, obsessed with safiya carrara, hateeeeesssss rafe cameron and michael carrera.

Streetracer!vinnie hacker who would go to dcp every Friday night who’s racing skills transcends his rivals, he has a whole turn nickname after him, mechanic skills on 10, imported mods from japan. Vinnie lives for the thrill, literally an adrenaline junkie, would to anything for his boys(they’re like his brothers).

Influencer!vinnie hacker who loves being in tania’s vlogs, will beg (if needed) to play games with tania everden, is obsessed with tania, bratva heir, owns like three underground spots in dcp. Draws, and plays guitar in his free time.

Mafia!vinnie hacker who is the heir to the las vegas camorra, loves his brother to death, closets with his two best friends, coding and hacker is literally is favorite thing to do, loves reading, all around a nerd.

[starkeysgirlx]

something i refuse to believe is that tv characters don’t exist like what?? stiles stillinski, rafe cameron the hottest people i know aren’t even real?!?!?!

[slytherinshalo]

During the day they call me, VINNIE HACKER

But..

During the night they call me, VENOM

And once they do they’re welcome into the BRATVA

[pvsqdx]

i remember reading one vinnie hacker mafia story on wattpad and idk what happened but the author removed it

if anyone saved it on drive or smth pls lmk

can y'all help me get that book it was so good :(

[whichwclf]

selective indie blog penned by rosie. blog will contain smut and occasional triggers, proceed with caution ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ / temp. rules & roster under the cut

mun is 21+ only writes with muns that are 21+ and have their age clearly listed on their blog.

i'll be pretty selective, pls don't take it personally. i'll also probably be slow with replies so pls be able to deal with this if we write together.

while this isn't a smut blog exclusively, there will be kink heavy smut written here with no tags. there will also be things like drug/alcohol use, murder, toxic relationships, etc.

muses

nina rieza, early 20s, bi, college student, sab zada.

willa kennedy, mid 20s, bi, reality tv star/influencer, christina nadin.

romy martin, mid 20s, lesbian, ballerina, isabelle mathers.

persephone maré, early 20s, bi, heiress, tyla.

eleanor 'nell' palmer, mid 20s, bi, administrative assistant, michelle randolph.

gianna caputo, mid 20s, het, mafia princess, mikey madison.

ariel harper, early 20s, bi, pop star, manon bannerman.

safiya khatib, late 20s, bi, former model, bella hadid.

arrow barnes, late 20s, het, bounty hunter, aaron pierre.

elio conti, early 20s, het, twitch streamer, vinnie hacker.

parker bradford. early 20s, het, college student, jacob elordi.

casper walton, early 20s, het, premier league footballer, matthew broome.

teo suarez, mid 20s, het, drug dealer, arón piper.

wolfe hale, early 20s, het, music producer, ryan manick.

alexander 'zander' palmer, late 20s, het, author, drew starkey.

auden mercer, mid 20s, het, entrepreneur, damian hardung.

[vinniescumslut]

mr mafia part 1

mr mafia.

vinnie hacker mafiafic.

tysm to @vhackerrrs-wifey for the idea!

warnings: smut, some fluff

today was the day that you would meet your new husband. you're father arranged a marriage with another mafia boss named Vinnie Hacker. you see a 5 foot 11 man walking through the door. your eyes meet his beautiful hazel eyes. “h-hi im y/n.” you said starstruck. “hello y/n, i’m your husband vinnie.” he said in a deep, sexy voice. “f-follow me dadd- i mean vinnie.” you said embarrassed.

he chuckles as he follows you to the kitchen as you start on dinner. “what are you making?” vinnie asked with a stern tone. “i-i’m making a h-homemade pizza sir.” you said.  you’re father and your new sexy husband talk as you basically eye-fuck him while letting the pizzas cook. you asked vinnie some questions like “whats your favorite color?” and those boring questions. you hear the oven ding as run over to grab the pizza, you accidentally burn yourself in the process. “ow!” you blurted out while holding your finger. “omg let me help you babe!” vinnie said running over to you.

you put your finger under cold water as you feel his hands creep down your back reaching your thigh. you gasp as he whispers in your ear, “you like when my hands grips your thigh baby boy?” he said in a sexy tone. “y-yes daddy.”

after dinner

you’re in the passenger seat of your new rich,hot husband. “so vinnie, i wanna cut right to the chase.” you said with a bit of embarrassment in your tone. “what’s up love?” he said in a deep voice. “i think you're super hot. every time i see those hands it makes me wanna get choked by you and spit on.” you blurted. “woah there baby boy, nothing to be embarrassed about.” he said with a very deep tone. as you got home, he opened the door and pushed you against the wall and choked you. “s-sir please fuck me” you said gasping for air. “dirty whores don’t get what they want.” he said with pleasure in his voice. he let you go and you ran to the bedroom. he came in, only in boxers to see you crying.

A/N: OMG NEW SERIES HOPE Y'ALL ENJOY!

[southsideserendipity]

PLEASE HELP ME YALL i’m looking for a mafia vinnie hacker fan fic i read a few months ago. i think it was written by a girl named jamie?? but i think she deactivated. i cant find her wattpad but i know her work was on there too. i am DESPERATE. she had 3 stories for mafia vinnie and i want to reread them 😭

[acornswords]

Lost, Found, & Collected.

A Transformer’s Story.  

A story of how an Earth-stranded Ratchet finds the mission: “Protect Hope”.

Warnings of: Violence, Drugs, and mentions of Human Trafficking

Notes: I’ve decided to post some chapters on tumblr as well! Here’s chapter one, and if this gets enough notes I’ll post chapter two & three! All chapters are posted to AO3 already - and will be continually updated there! 

1998.  The tow truck’s tires kick the dirt road dust into Michael Lambert’s lungs as it brings in his latest buy.  Coughing the congestion away, he greets the burly driver with a humoring smirk as he trudges to see the towed vehicle.  The burly man, Todd McGiver, pats the helm of his own truck, and makes his way next to Lambert.

“Not the prettiest buy, I reckon,” McGiver chuckles, placing his hand on Lambert’s shoulder.

Lambert moves away from McGiver’s touch and moves to place his hand upon the windshield of his purchase, as he clears some of the dust and he inquires, “Engine work?”

“Didn’t bother to check. Thought you should do the honors.”

Lambert grunts, and reaches for the door handle, only to be stopped by McGiver’s question, “Out of all the cars, trucks, and SUVs on the market – why in the Sam Hill did ya’ buy this rusted junk?”

Lambert lets his hand fall to his side, “This ‘rusted junk’ is a fix up, and with that fix up and a retouch with a wonderful new paintjob, McGiver, this 1990 Ford Econoline e350 will bring us all the cash you could ever dream of.”

McGiver laughs, a hearty laugh but one with a twinge of mockery, after a stare from Lambert, McGiver clears his throat, straightens, and asks: “Jesus, Mike.  What has gotten into you? How could you look me in my blue ol’ eyes and tell me that some rusted, dusted ambulance is the key to our ‘business’?”

Lambert huffs, opens the door, and turns the key in the ignition – a rumble of power rips through the frame of the ambulance and its lights flicker on only momentarily.  As the vehicle shakes, Lambert’s mouth curls in to a grim, venomous smile. He steps away from the rattling ambulance, and places his hand onto McGiver’s shoulder. Giving McGiver’s shoulder a tight gripping, his smile uncoils into a snarl as he states: “Because, Todd, no one is suspecting an ambulance to be transporting our kinda cargo. Now, unhook my purchase, bring it to my workshop, and by high-time next week, inform all of our associates of our new ride – and their new means of transport.”

With a gulp and a nod of his head, McGiver is released from Lambert’s grip. Scrambling to the still rumbling ambulance, McGiver unhooks the vehicle from his tow truck, seats himself in the ambulance’s driver seat, and begins to drive it to Lambert’s workshop.  The property Lambert owns is a large one, filled to the brim with automotive parts, trash, and oil puddles. A cheap plot of land in the deadlands of New Jersey, close enough to the congested inter-cities to establish business, yet far enough away that no one questions anything. Some consider it a junkyard, but it is not one most know or use. Not that Lambert minds, more attention to his land, more people begin to question. The parts and automotive shells placed throughout his land are from vehicles he purchased, scrapping for parts and overturning cars to certain “higher-ups”. The transportation business is what Lambert works for, and who he works for (mainly) is that of the Ricci Family. A mafia family that is spread throughout New Jersey and New York, carriers of many trades and scandals but most recently into the growing market of heroine distribution. All intricacies and all illegal, the Ricci Family has been using Lambert’s Car Services for years.

As the ambulance’s exhaust grieves with every rolling motion, Lambert raises his garage door slightly high to accommodate the ambulance’s rear. And once the entire vehicle is within the walls of Lambert’s workshop, the garage door is lowered, and the fix up begins.

Hours were spent on the tuning of the ambulance, and as days and nights past the grin on Lambert’s face continued to grow.  He was going to be the genius the Ricci Family could not deny, who has even thought of using an old, decommissioned ambulance as a means of illegal drug trafficking? Not any of the other competing Families, nor the inter-city gangs – No, it was only just Lambert, and he was proud of his idea.  He’s work with the ambulance’s engine and tires was done, and now all he had to do was repaint and ship it off to Dominick Ricci, and a hefty sum of cash would soon be placed discreetly in his mailbox.

And as the final coats of paint dried, Lambert left his workshop to make the call to Dominick. With in the darkness of the garage, silence incases every corner. The ambiance of the garage is comforting, that is until its shattered by the sound of the ambulance’s engine revving to life.  Its newly replaced headlights flash on, dispersing the darkness. The engine stutters, only for a moment, and a voice grumbles:

“Where in Primus’ name am I?”

The engine of the ambulance roars again, and the voice continues, “Haven’t felt this good in a while…don’t change the fact I have no way of knowing where I am.”

The vehicle’s rearview mirrors move as if to look around it’s enclosure, and just as it was about to accelerate its tires to escape, Lambert walks into the garage.  Looking at the ambulance with a tilt of his head, he says his thoughts aloud: “Did I leave you on? Can’t remember – Guess I was too excited at getting ya finally fixed”

The ambulance’s voice makes no reply, and its engine continues a slow and steady hum. Lambert goes to its door, turns the key and the ambulance’s engine dies out. “No need to burn fuel, Dominick will be needing you by the end of the night,” and just as quick as he came in, Lambert left the ambulance in the same distilled darkness.  

***

“So, ya tellin’ me – me and the old man – that the best way to transport the new goods is usin’ this ambulance here?” Dominick crosses his arms and stares skeptically at the ambulance.  

“Yes, even more so if you use it during the night – however during the day is fine as well. No one, especially cops, take a second glance at ambulances and I’ve never see ‘em pull one over, have you?” Lambert retorts.

“No, but most aren’t unmarked! And whatta ‘bout other ambulances! They can call us in on just their suspicion! Especially because this thing ain’t registered!”

Lambert growls, and begins to pace the room, until finally and idea strikes him, “Remember Vinny?”

Dominick rolls his eyes, “Vinny Rossi? Vinny Russo? Columbo? Bianchi? There’s alotta Vinnies pal, be more specific!”

“De Luca! Vinny De Luca! He used to be big into forging documents and shit, remember?”

“Course, got me my first fake ID, and passport. What’s ya point?” Dominick huffs.

“My point, Dominick, is that he can forge a fake ID for this ambulance! A code in their systems that can override their verifications, so our dear ambulance is valid in all counties, despite being unmarked.”

Dominick tilts his head, and ponders on the idea, “Logical in theory, but have you met my cousin Vinny? He ain’t a real hacker, just a forger!”

“Lucky for, Dominick, I know just the guy.” With a quirk of his lips, Lambert leaves the garage, with Dominick behind him, to make a very important call.

***

“So, I’ve got your ambulance registered in all the counties throughout New Jersey and the Big Apple, upstate NY gonna take a bit longer, maybe a month or two – but I’ll get it, of course if Vinny continues to help with the credentials.” A filtered voice comes through the phone’s receiver as Lambert sits within the cab of the ambulance.  

“Of course, the Ricci’s and I are in your debt, Gerard” Lambert’s voice drips with satisfaction, and the passenger door opens to a smirking Dominick as he climbs in and situates himself.  

“Big words, might hold you up to ‘em, Lambert. Till next time.” And with that the phone call cut off, and Lambert tucks his cell away. He turns the key into the ignition and backs out of his garage, and starts down the road to their first pick up.

“So, why are ya’ comin’ again, Lambert?  You fix the transport, not ride it.” Dominick relaxes in his seat, and looks disinterestedly out the window.

“I wanna make sure the transport holds up, make sure that you don’t blow this up for me. This could be a huge business, ambulance trafficking transport and such, need to see it first hand working.”  Lambert keeps his eyes on the road, and the conversation ends with Dominick’s “Fair enough”.

As they roll up to the run-down apartment, the two men leave the ambulance running as they leave to meet their contact. The ambulance waits in the silence of the street for several minutes, the street lights flicker and all that can be heard is the soft grumbling of a voice, “Comm. To Optimus Prime. Optimus? Optimus, can you hear me? I’m still located on planet Earth, more specifically on the East Coast? Optimus, if you can hear me, or even if you get this message later, know that I will try my best to find you and the team, but until then I may have to stay undercover with these humans. Please, if you are hearing this – send your coordinates immediately over Comm. I’d open another receiver, but I fear the Deceptions, more specifically Soundwave, will be tracking any open links. Until then, I’ll be listening, Old Friend.”

And just as the voice quiets, the two men bustle out of the doors of the apartment with large crates, and following behind them is one woman. They open the ambulance’s back cab, and place the cargo of crates within the holding, then the woman climbs within the cab, and sit against the crates with a thump.

“Ay, watch where ya’ put ya’ weight! That’s the new shit, and we don’t need no complications” Dominick growls.

“Bite. Me.” The woman mumbles. The ambulance’s engine seems to sputter – the sound almost mimicking that of a chuckle – until Dominick climbs into the cab and hits the woman across the face.

“Now, you listen here, tramp,” with the last word Dominick spits on the ground of the cab, “Your daddy set you up as payment – now you seem to be a little damaged but the way your goin’ it won’t matter. While the Ricci’s pride ourselves in Drug Trafficin’, we ain’t no strangers to human. Daddy couldn’t pay us with enough of the good stuff, so he offered you.  Now, as Ricci property, your gonna shut ya’ fuckin’ mouth or I’m gonna fuckin’ shut it for ya.” And with a growl Dominick pushes the woman’s shoulder hard enough to topple her over. As her back hits the edge of one of the crates with a thwrack, Dominick slams the cab doors and makes his way to the front.

With a roar of the ambulance’s engine, the woman looks outside of the windows of the cab’s door, and as the glow of each streetlight passed, she quietly hums herself to sleep. As she lays her head upon the cab’s metal flooring, she swears the engine hums along with her.

***

The drive Dominick and Lambert took to deliver the cargo was 5 hours, after delivering the cargo to its destination, a gas station owned by Antonio Ricci, the two men begin to drive to their next destination, the drop off point for the woman who lays in the back of the ambulance cab.

The woman is sprawled upon the floor of the cab, beaten for mocking Dominick, and voice hoarse for screaming at each passing car that was viewed in the windows. Her song had died in her throat, but the metal she lays upon was not as cold as it once was.  She curls herself into a position, and tears stream down her sore face and pool on the metal flooring. She holds onto her stomach, stroking it, trying to find words of comfort. Dominick, in only this sense, was merciful when he began his beatings. She is carrying, and to him no “real man,” would ever hurt a kid, even if the mother was “a dirty fuckin’ useless whore”.

Just as the last hour of the ride was ending, and the destination of drop off for the woman came near, the woman begins to scream.  Not out of fear, but actual pain.  The two men pull off into an empty road, and open the cab doors.  Writhing in pain, the woman’s tears stream down her agonized face.

“Tell me, tell me this fuckin’ broad ain’t havin’ her fuckin’ kid right fuckin’ now” Dominick grasped his forehead, and his eyes dart between Lambert and the woman.

“Christ” Lambert lifts himself into the cab and turns the woman over, “Come on, Dominick, get ya’ ass in here! Can’t deliver her bleeding and cryin’!”

“Can’t deliver her fuckin’ kid either, Lambert! What the fuck, what the fuck! No way I’m gettin’ all up in that broad’s bleeding and being a fucking nurse! No fuckin’ way man!”

“Are you fuckin’ – Alright, fine Dominick, I’ll deliver the kid, but at least fuckin’ get in here and hold. Her. Down.” Lambert grits the last words, and Dominick scrambles into the cab and grips the woman’s wrists and hold her down.

“You fuckin’ worthless bitch, couldn’t wait to pop ya fuckin’ kid until we got ya’ to the drop off, could ya’?” Dominick sneers and through her gasps and tears the woman was able to quiet usher a “Fuck, you.”

Before Dominick could retort, Lambert yells, “Dominick sit‘er up! We need this kid out before anyone hears the fuckin’ screaming”

“Lambert, we’re in a fuckin’ ambulance, don’t think anyone gonna question us too much.”

After 8 grueling hours, a small scream can be heard piercing the walls of the ambulance’s cab.  The infant, born two weeks early, wails as its hands can barely flex or grip.  The woman, exhausted, calls for her child and Lambert hands the babe over.  She sits against the walls of the cab, dried tears and sweat cake her skin, her eyes drop, her lips cracked and bleeding. She smiles at the child, her chest heaving too hard, and she softly coos at her child.

Lambert stares just for a moment, and calls Dominick to discuss what to do next.  Left alone with her babe, the woman, eyes barely in focus, her breath trembling, whispers in a cracked voice, “If anyone can hear me, if anyone is listening, please, please, protect this babe. She’s, she’s the greatest accomplishment, greatest joy I’ve experienced. Please, if your listening, someone, anyone, please. Please.”

The baby continues to wail, and the all too frail mother coos for it to quiet, and just as she begins to hum, the baby tries to grasp her hair, but fails. The mother’s hum begins to falter, yet it is accompanied by the hum of the engine of the ambulance. The mother smiles, her eyes closing, and she slowly slips onto the warm metal flooring of the cab, she curls to her child, her breath trembling, as she whispers, “Protect Hope”.

[yasmini24]

-Vinny going back to his trashy mafia "family"

-Han Seo dying especially since this was supposed to be about HEALING

-Chayoung sidelined for 3? episodes

-Luca making that appearance that served no purpose besides temporary pain

-the 2nd party?

-byebye balloon ticket

-Vinny not using his extra smart friends (a hacker and 3 special agents) to help him with the "abduction" camera and the overall escape Korea thing

-THAT MONOLOGUE IN THE END

-Chayoung's room with her stuff that served no purpose (THERE WAS A BED SCENE)

-Inzaghi not returning even tho Vinny returned to Korea for the day

-Geumga Gang abandoned last minute

-the non-corrupt police officers with the glitchy footage

-the way they built up Babel crumbling but as a whole, it didn't collapse (this is kinda opinion based soooo...)

THERE IS MORE THAT I CAN'T REMEMBER AT THE MOMENT

Vincenzo fandom

We should really make a list of all the things that don't seem to add up about the production and storyline of Vincenzo's last episodes

[vinniescumslut]

drunken love

warnings: little sad but mostly fluff

you wake up after a night of party, you hear a knock on the door. “hey y/n, it’s me open up” vinnie said. “uh wait one sec!” you said rambling through your closet. “hey vinnie, what’s up?” you said nervously. “so last night we kinda you know..” vin said trying to see if remember. “what did we do..?” you said biting your nails waiting for a response. “we were making out on the couch.” vin whispered. “w-we WHAT?” you said out loud. “shhh i don’t want people to know.” vin whispered in your ear.  he walked into your room and sat down on your bean bag. deep down you’ve had a crush on him, i mean he is funny, hot, and really hot. but you didn’t want people to hate on you if you started to date so you shut down these feelings. “look y/n, that was the best kiss of my life and i want to take you out on a date.” he said anxiously. “vinnie, i’m sorry i don’t want to get hate so i’m going to say no. i'm sorry vin.” you said, holding back tears. “o-oh a-alright.” vinnie said, as tears started to fall out his eyes. “wait vinnie! come back.” you yelled out trying to get his attention. you chase after him and finally catch up to him. “y/n i feel embarrass-” he said before you cut him off by kissing him. “i’ve had feelings for you for a while, i don’t give a fuck about hate. i want you vincent cole hacker.” you said leaning back in to kiss him. 

you go back to your room, and scrolling through tiktok and seeing a video of you and vinnie kissing. you gasped loud. you ran to vin’s room, to show him, he is on stream.

“h-hey vinnie” you said while knocking. “yeah y/n?” vinnie said while opening the door. you shove the phone in his face and press play. vinnie is completely silent. “can we talk outside?” vinnie said quietly. “yeah of course bab- i mean vinnie.” you say quietly. “can i just introduce you to everyone as my girlfriend because they are getting on my ass about it and plus i want you to be my girlfriend.” he said keeping his voice down. “omg i'd love that vinnie.” you said kinda loud. vinnie walks back to the camera “hello everyone, as you know by now a video of me kissing a girl was leaked and i want to introduce you to my girlfriend.” vinnie said signing you to walk into the camera view. “this is y/n!” you wave.

@vinnielover4: OMG Y/N??

@xojamiebear: YAYY Y/N!! YALL SO CUTEEE

@vinnieismine: HAPPY FOR YA’LL!

@diorjadore: CUTEEE

you say “hello everyone!” “i’m going to end the stream! have a good day!” vin ends stream. “get in the car, we are going on a date.”  vinnie said in such a deep voice.

a/n: new series!! i’m discontinuing the mafia series but starting a new one! part 2 coming tonight or tomorrow!! enjoy!