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Her Desperation

Pairings: Vinnie Hacker x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Just Vinnie having fun with his girl.

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, praise kink(lowkey), pussy play, edging

Author’s Note: Hi, i missed you guys🫶

sorry for the spelling mistakes

“Please, please, I need it badly.” she whined for what felt like the hundredth time to her, but in reality it was about the fifth. He had been edging for an hour, rubbing her clit slowly and rapidly. She had tried to bite back her moans to try and make it seem as if she wasn’t close, but it was no hope. He knew her body language a bit too well now. Even if there were no noises coming from her, her furrowed eyebrows and eyes rolled back gave it away. “Really? You wanna cum so bad?” He whispered as he used his index finger to press slow circles on her swollen clit. It wasn’t enough to bring her to her orgasm, but it was enough to make her want more. “Yes, yes, yes.” She let out as she nodded her head vigorously. “Hm, Beg for it.” He smirked, bringing his lips to her neck. “Be my good girl and beg for it.” God, was she a whore for this man. She hated begging for pleasure from men, especially her past boyfriends. Yet, for some reason with Vinnie it was the hottest thing ever. She loved begging for his cum, his fingers, his mouth, and his dick.

“V-Vinnie, I need it so bad, p-please make me cum.” Her eyes were glossy with a few tears escaping the corners of her eyes. The sight itself was pure ecstasy. He wrapped his free hand around her throat and kissed her. The kiss was rhythmic and filled with desperateness. She broke the kiss with a loud moan as she felt his fingers play with her clit. Her breathing became more heavy and more whines escaped her mouth. “Yeah? You like that, baby.?” He said knowing she could barely form any words. Her eyes glued shut as her orgasm began to take over her body. “Atta girl. Cum on my fingers.” He was mesmerized by the way her body reacted to his touch. Her back arched, mouth opened and hips thrusting into the air looking for more friction. After a high pitched whine her orgasm washed over her body, leaving her slightly shaking. He pulled back his fingers making her whine from the loss of contact and licked his fingers clean.

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a missing set of keys and a mini skirt leads to lots of fun

enjoy 2k of smut I guess, yeah.....that is all (be kind to me)

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Her keys were missing. 

She always leaves them hanging up. It’s her pet peeve seeing someone lose their items simply because they didn’t put them away. She is not at all forgetful, but when Harry arrives home, she forgets all about those trivial things letting him drop his items by the door and swooping in to give her a deep kiss.

“H, have you seen my keys?” 

Harry had seen her walk around the apartment, lifting every pillow and knit knack, trying to find her keys. He sits on their couch, carelessly flipping through a women’s health magazine his mum had sent Y/N. 

“Don’t know, baby. Not hanging up?” 

She sighs, “obviously not, if I’m asking.” 

Harry giggles from his spot on the new couch they got a few months ago after they broke the old one. Y/N liked to say it was him, but really it was the both of them. Harry didn’t expect the couch's legs to give out when he had her bent over the sofa, as they both got lost in the pleasure. “Guess that means you’re staying home?” 

“You wish.” 

He pouts but continues to let her search. Harry has now set the magazine down and is staring openly at his lovely girlfriend. She’s wearing a pink vest with baby cows printed on the front that they found thrifting a few months ago. It’s one of their favorite activities to do together. They always make a day of it. That’s how Harry has been able to find his favorite pair of Gucci jeans. One’s donation is another person’s treasure. 

Y/N rolls her eyes. Since she started getting ready, Harry had told her to stay home and blow off this lunch with her friends. It had been something her friends had been looking forward to for the entire week, saying she never goes out with them anymore, which isn’t true. She goes out plenty with her friends. It is just that Harry tags along, loving being part of their girl's night. They have to admit he gives the best manicures. 

Harry watches her return to the living room, checking the windowsill and behind their succulents. His sister gifted them for their housewarming party, and has been doing wonderfully for over six months. She bends over in front of Harry as she looks around the TV and their shared switch where game night always ends in one of them complaining and getting mad, having to fuck out all the tension from the evening. It’s a weekly tradition Harry looks forward to experiencing. He sees Y/N’s skirt ride up, and he has to bite back a groan. The tight black mini skirt and fishnets are a favorite look of his. 

“Baby,” Harry groans.

“H? Help me find my keys.” She demands, ignoring his plead. 

“This skirt, you know what it does to me,” he breathes out, and he sees her freeze. She stands up slowly but doesn’t turn around to face him. 

“Harry,” her voice is calm, but Harry knows her. He knows her, how she’s feeling, and the thoughts running through her head. He knows her breathing has picked up, and she’s waiting for him to make the first move. It’s a game of predator versus prey, and Harry doesn’t intend to lose, not when she is the prize. 

Harry gets up from his seat, stepping towards her and making Y/N turn to look at him. There’s a smirk on his face when he sees her eyes darken and fill with lust. She backs away, and he lets her, wanting to see where she’ll lead him. Y/N had only taken a few steps when she is forced to stop as her back met the wall. 

He shakes his head, an unmistakable gleam of desire visible in his emerald eyes. 

“Come on, baby. Let me take care of you.” 

She lets out a deep breath and shakes her head, knowing she would head out still or she’d never make it to lunch, but Harry is looking at her like he wants to devour her, and she knows he’d follow her out and bring her right back into their apartment. There is no telling him no, not that she actually wants to. Y/N feels how damp her panties have gotten and is ready for what he will give her, but she’s not giving in so easily. 

Harry raises his and brushes her hair back, letting Y/N lean into his touch. He loves her and will do anything to remind her of that. “You just wanted me to beg. Huh, beg you to stay home so I can fuck you.”

Y/N whimpers as she sees Harry get down on his knees in front of her. He kisses her hips through the fabric of her skirt, pushing her vest up, letting his hands feel her smooth bare skin. He feels her stumble, losing her footing, putting her hands against the wall to keep herself up. 

He smirks. He’s in control now. He’s ready to have her screaming his name. 

“You wanted this,” he breathes out after another set of kisses. “This little skirt on, and you knew there was no leaving me without me fucking you. You’re a tease.” 

“Harry,” she breathes out.

“Wanted my cock, such a slut.” 

She can’t take it. She needs something, anything. “Please, H, please.”  

Harry laughs against her skin, sliding his hands to cup her ass, pulling her closer to his mouth, taking in her sweet aroma. 

“You’re such a slut for me.” He kisses her tugging at the fishnets playfully. “Where do you want my mouth, baby?” 

She sinks a hand into his hair and guides his head closer to her clothed pussy. He knows she’s dying to be touched, wanting any kind of relief, but Harry doesn’t dare move. He laughs, and her breath hitches as she feels his breath against her thighs, closer than before. A few more inches, and his mouth is exactly where she needs him. 

He clicks his tongue shaking his head, “need to hear you say it?” 

“H,” she whines. 

“Be my good girl. Know you can do it.” 

“Want—,” she moans as Harry bites her thigh, and she knows she’ll have fresh new bruises he’ll admire tomorrow. “Want your mouth on me, please.” 

Harry smirks, “I’ll give it to you. My slutty baby can’t think, huh. That’s alright. All you need to remember is my name, baby.”

“Harry,” 

“That’s right, angel. You know I like Daddy too.” 

Harry reaches up and pulls down the fish nets. As much as it pains him, he knows Y/N would not be so forgiving if he ripped another pair. After the fifth pair, he told her to stock up, but she still hated being wasteful. He pushed up her skirt, the flimsy material now scrunched at her waist, while he took in her silk red panties with a wet stain and knew she was more than ready for him. 

He kisses up her thighs until he’s right where she wants him. Harry kisses her against her panties, and he knows she loves it with the moans that fill the room. He pulls them down, done with depriving himself of seeing her sweet pussy wet for him. It’s a sight he will never get tired of, she’s glistening, and it is all for him. 

Harry leans in his mouth, licking up her lips, and the moan he gets sends him close to the edge. He places his hands on the back of her thighs, holding her tight as he lets himself have his way with her. His tongue slips out, licking up her juices, not wanting to miss a single drop. 

“Daddy,” she whimpers. 

Her moans drive him forward. He wants her to come on his tongue. Harry teases her, allowing his tongue to familiarize itself with her beautiful pussy. Y/N’s thighs are shaking, and Harry knows she loves the teasing, but she can only take so much. He presses himself closer as his mouth kisses her and his tongue slips inside her, getting her to tug at his hair as she begins to ride his race. Harry doesn’t care if he can’t breathe. All he knows is he needs to make her come. 

“Close, Daddy. Let me come.” 

Harry doesn’t answer her. If anything, her words drive him to work faster. He takes a long lick until he reaches her clit and sucks it in his mouth. He feels her knees buckle but keeps his hold form. He doesn’t stop, hearing her screaming that she is close. 

“Daddy, coming. I’m coming.” 

Harry feels her tense and, in the next second, relaxes as her orgasm washes over her. He hears her head thumb against the wall. He doesn’t move, letting her settle down. It isn't until he hears a quiet thank you that he begins to clean her up. 

Y/N whimpers feeling sensitive. She opens her legs wider giving him more access, and Harry wants to laugh because she looks fucks out but would never dare to tell him to stop. It’s a few minutes, or ten Y/N isn’t sure when she feels Harry pull away from her. 

“Fuck me,” she breathes out when Harry kisses her now bruised thighs. 

“You want my cock? Hmmm,” Harry urges her on.

“Please, Daddy,” she mewls out. 

He stands up, careful to help her set her feet on the ground, arm wrapping around her waist to keep her up while her hands land on his waist, slipping under his white tank top, showing off his tattooed arms. Harry didn’t make leaving the house easy for Y/N, knowing she loves when he shows off his arms, and she can see the contrast of tattoos on them. 

Harry leans in to give her a  deep kiss, and she moans against him as she can taste herself against his tongue. He smirks against her mouth, drawing out a whine as he pulls away. “My baby knows I’ll give it to her.  Always will.”

“Fuck me, please. Fuck me, Daddy.” She pleads. 

“Oh, my dirty girl still has manners.” Harry smiles, tugging at her bottom lip. 

She's panting, “please, please.” 

“Anything my slutty baby wants, I’ll give her,” he promises. 

Harry takes her hand, aware of her shaky legs, and guides her a few steps to their dining table, where she happily bends herself over the small table for four. Harry gives her ass a hard slap that makes Y/N yelp in surprise. 

“Dirty slut, Daddy, was going to set you on the table, but his slut wants it hard and fast.”

“Sorry, Daddy.” They both know she doesn’t mean it. 

He gives her another slap, watching her ass jiggle, and this time Y/N moans, encouraging Harry to give her one more. He doesn’t want her to be too sore, but he’ll happily rub lotion when she’s whining that her butt stings. Harry would do anything for her. 

Harry takes off his shorts in a hurry, happy that he never uses briefs at home, knowing he loved having easy access to his girl as they both were insatiable. Y/N looks beautiful, waiting patiently bent over their table, her skirt scrunched around her waist and pink vest still on her hiding her breast from view, but Harry doesn’t worry. He’ll make sure he gives them their deserved attention later in bed. 

He is thankful they had the talk and have decided to stop using condoms. He assured her they didn’t have to, but she promised she wanted it and who was he to deny anything from the love of his life. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down her slit getting himself ready before fucking his girl.

“Harry, please. I want it.” 

He chuckles. She’s desperate for him. Harry isn’t in the mood to play dying to get himself inside her tight cunt, or he would continue to tease her. 

“I got you, baby.” 

Harry guides himself in slowly; as heated as the moment was, he wouldn’t dare hurt his girl. He groans, feeling how tight she is, feeling her squeezing him the deeper he pushes inside her (his) pussy.

“Baby,” he huffs, “need you to relax.” 

She shakes her head, “too good, love it too much.” 

Harry laughs, making Y/N moan. “You filthy girl, I’ll give it to you exactly how you want it.”

He pushes in, taking in all her moans, aware of how much pleasure this brings them. Harry leans down his back against Y/N’s and kisses up her neck as he thrusts back in. Y/N pushes her hips to meet his wanting him to go faster, but Harry wants all control because he knows what she needs. He rests his hands on her hips, holding her still over the dining table as she tries to claw her nails into the table, looking for extra support. 

“Scream for me, baby. Tell Daddy how much you love his cock in your sweet cunt.” 

She screams as his hips snap into hers, the slapping of their skin echoing in their quiet apartment apart from her moans. 

“Daddy! Love it, so good,” she sobs. “Love you.” 

Harry is so close, and he knows Y/N isn’t far behind. She has grown tighter, but it does not stop him. It pushes him to go faster and harder. He’s so overwhelmed all his senses heightened, but all he can feel and smell is her. He’s wrapped up in everything that is Y/N.

“I love you, baby. So much.” He kisses her neck, and she lets out a whimper feeling his deep grunts against her ear, “be my good slut and come.” 

“Harry!!!” Y/N throws her head back against Harry’s shoulder, letting her second orgasm go through her entire body. It’s euphoric. 

Harry groans. He thrusts into her one more time, allowing himself to fall apart and come inside her, resting his head against her neck as she falls slack against the table. Harry follows close behind. Their breathing is heavy, and soon their laughter fills the air. 

He truly enjoys every moment with Y/N, but the comedown from intense sex is his favorite because he loves the aftercare and taking care of his girl. Harry is careful to slip out. He feels his cock twitch seeing his come spill out of her. He acts quickly, reaching for a cloth sitting on top of the clean laundry they have yet to put away. Y/N hums, letting Harry take care of her. He helps her stand up slowly, hugging her close to his chest, breathing her in, taking in how much she fills him with love. He decides it’s also time for truths. 

“Your keys are in my pocket,” he breathes against her neck giving her neck a teasing bite and letting his hands rub her stomach.

“I know.” 

Harry frowns, “what?” 

She giggles, “canceled lunch as soon as I saw my keys missing.” 

He turns her around and sits her on the table. “Say that again, baby?” 

She throws her head back, laughing, her hands looping around his neck. “You know I never misplace my keys. Knew you hid them from me to stay home, and well, I know what that skirt does to you.” 

“Fuck, you cheeky minx.” 

Her laugh rings through the apartment, and Harry can’t help but join in. He’s never felt love like this and knows he never will. He knows that the ring at the back of his sock drawer will be on her finger sooner rather than later. 

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hola amores, I wanted to give you this little gift one because I had the idea and knew you would all enjoy it and two because this is my busiest week and I might not be around all week but now I love you and appreciate you.

let me know what you thought please 😘

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Have you stopped writing for vinnie?

not at all! i haven’t been able to find the motivation to finish the drafts that i have started. this is the longest i’ve struggled with writer’s block. my mind is a blank slate rn:/

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I’m just a kinky little introvert and that’s just how it is

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why does losing your virginity hurt so much💀

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it’s been months since i posted, but i cannot find the motivation to write. i have so many unfinished drafts that i just can’t find myself to finish. i’m assuming i’m feeling this way cuz i’m college or it might just be my lazy self. i’m hoping to post by the end of this week. sorry guys <3

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guys there’s literally nothing to here at my dorm. like this college is actually ass.

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COLLEGE MOVE-IN DAY TMRW

im a nervous wreck rn

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going feral for all of these.

god vinnie hacker is just so fine it hurts😮‍💨😮‍💨

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to college friends:

what are some basic essentials that i would need for dorming?

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peter + thigh riding + mirror sex = best fucking sex possibly out there. peter just watching you get off on his thigh, watching your ass grind on the mirror grrrr oh my goodness. praise too, some 'good girl's and a tiny sprinkle of degrading holy fuck. 'look at you making a big mess on my pants, aren't you ashamed of yourself? look at the mirror and the art you've made on me.' hngghhh omggg 🤭🤭

Mirror Ride

Pairings: Peter Ballard x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: She’s stressed and if a quick thigh ride will help then she’ll take it.

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation kink(once), thigh riding, nipple sucking, spanking.

Author’s Note: Missed writing for my favorite toxic white boy.

reblogs are appreciated

“God, you’re so beautiful, princess.” His hands were placed on the sides of her hips as she moved them back and forth on his thigh. A shock of pleasure traveled throughout body every time her wet cunt gilded against the fabric on his body. “Fuck, feels so good, Peter.” He smirked to himself as he looked at her glossy face and then looked over at the mirror seeing her ass grind and make a mess on his white trousers. Her nurse uniform was raised up giving him a perfect view. God she was hot. If they weren’t on a time limit he would’ve wasted no time pushing her face against the mirror and relentlessly pounding into her. But they only had thirty minutes of lunch break before they both had to go back to work.

She held onto his shoulders, buried her face into his neck, and rode him faster. She needed this. She needed a way to destress herself and this was it. Being the only nurse in the lab meant she had a pile of duties to fulfill. Meaning she had no time to destress herself. So a quick thigh fuck was enough for her. “Atta girl, ride my thigh like that. You’re so good.” Along with the praises he spanked her ass. The mirror gave him a perfect view of the way her ass jiggled after every spank. She whined at the contact with his hand, but loved the feeling. She let out pleas, not knowing what she was begging for, but she couldn’t hold back. Peter took in the state of her. She was desperate, maybe she didn’t realize, but he knew. The way her body grinded against him aggressively and rapidly meant she had been dying to let all her pent up stress out.

“Peter kiss me, please, kiss me.” He fulfilled her wish and smashed his lips against hers, swallowing a moan of hers. He moved one of his hands to her neck pulling her away, “Unbutton your blouse, now.” She slowed her movements down and removed her blouse along with her bra since she got the memo. “Mmm good girl.” He removed his other hand from her hips and placed them on her breasts. His thumbs played with her nipple, squeezing them at times getting a whine out of her. “I want you to make a mess on my thigh, think you can do that for me.?” She frantically nodded her head. She began sliding her hips making her head lean back and eyes roll. She shut her eyes, losing herself in her pleasure. She felt the pit in her stomach forming fast.

Her breathing increased, same as the desperation in her. A warm pair of lips on her nipple caught her by surprise. She looked down to see Peter sucking on her nipple as he looked up at her. Her fingers tangled in his hair pushing him closer. He bounced his thigh helping her reach the orgasm that was creeping up on her. ‘Please don’t stop, Peter, please don’t.” Moans poured out of her lips as she humped Peter’s thigh faster and faster. Her body shivered and shaked as waves of pleasure washed over her. “Look at you making a big mess on my pants, aren't you ashamed of yourself? Look at the mirror and the art you’ve made on me. She turned her body to the side and saw his pants were drowned with her juices. “You’re such a dirty girl, princess.” She sank down onto his lap once she came down. “Feel better now, princess?” She leaned in and gave him a peck on his cheek. “Much better.”

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WE WERE FED TODAY. GOD HE LOOKED SO FUCKING GOOD,, ON MY KNEES😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😩😩

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you're so gorgeous

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bouta make a patreon cuz i need money DESPERATELY💀

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BACK SEAT HEAD WITH DOM VINNIE WITH HIM EATING READER OUT IN HIS CAR

The Tables Have Turned

Pairings: Vinnie Hacker x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Backseat had, but this time dom!vinnie.

Warnings: smut, no sex, oral receiving(female), dom!vinnie(lowkey gentle tho) dirty talk, idk if this counts as a warning, but his name isn’t mentioned at all

Author’s Note: TaDa😁,, some dom!vinnie with of course backseat head. I hope this turned out good, it is my fic that i’ve written in weeks, so hopefully it’s okay :) Also for some reason when I want to add some of you to my tallest it won't work. So, I don't know if it means that some of you typed your username wrong or if my Tumblr is glitching out. I'll try and figure it out, tho!

Here’s the link to 'Backseat Head' with sub!vinnie. The title makes sense for this one since yk it’s vinnie giving head this time:)

reblogs are appreciated

Her heavy breathing and quiet whines drowned out whatever song the radio had on. The windows had begun to fog up from the event occurring. His occasional low moans would cause her sounds to grow increasingly higher. His tongue would lap and tease her entrance before he would wrap his lips around her clit which would cause hips to buck. “Need more, please.” She breathed out as her head rested on the carseat with her eyes closed. God, he loved making her feel this good. Good to the point where she would rather have her eyes closed and enjoy whatever he gave her. She let out a loud whine when she felt his warm tongue glide against her. “God, you taste heavenly. Need to taste you, now.” The grip on her hips tightened as he pulled her closer to his face. She opened her eyes and lowered her face only to see the moonlight glisten on his face as sloppily made out with her pussy.

Her hands tangled in his messy curls pulling him deeper into her cunt making him groan. His fingers gripped her thighs as she threatened to close them. “Please, please, let me cum.” Her eyes rolled back as loud moans poured out. Her hips bucked against his lips until she was full on humping his face and god did he love it. The pit in her stomach was too much for her, she released all over his face. Her body shuddered and eyes fluttered as she came down from her orgasam. He gave her a few more kisses before she flinched at the sensitivity. He pulled himself up, giving her a proper kiss on the lips allowing her to taste herself. “God, I’m so utterly in love with you.”

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I just wanna be

✨fucked in fishnets✨