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I have a request for when you have time and only if you vibe with it haha

How about: Mona, somewhat tall, dark hair, light blue eyes, loves a tattoo when she can afford it, loves jewellery (fingers full of rings, chokers). She's been friends with the band for a while, can be a bit shy but fun and lovely to be around. She's gotten out of her first relationship a while ago, one where she never felt really appreciated or loved and the other person didn't really bother with her enjoyment during sex ever, so much that she wondered if sex just wasn't for her. But Noah, oh Noah, doesn't even need to do much but she feels hot and bothered. So what if Noah finds out and vows to provide her with an amazing experience, finding out she's actually quite kinky along the way. The kinks are up to you if you'd like I'll love it all haha. Maybe they're also in love with each other and just realising it now, maybe it's just a fwb situation, completely up to you, I can't wait to see what you'll come up with, your writing is amazing! 💜💜

Something light and easy, just for funsies. ☺️ After Writing Notes: This was fun. I enjoyed having something more lighthearted. Hopefully it is what you were hoping for.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, kink (nothing too wild), oral sex (both receiving)

Blackbird

"This had better be good if you're calling me at six in the morning..."

I rubbed my eyes, my deep frustrations seeping out in my words.

"It is!" I huffed, waiting for him to continue. "We're home!"

I raised an eyebrow. "I'd hope so. You've been on the road for like...three days?"

"Right, but we're home! And we want to go get breakfast!"

Still failing to see what any of that had to do with me, I tossed my arm over my face. "So...do that?"

"Okay, so you'll meet us there?"

"I beg your pardon?" I opened my eyes, knitting my eyebrows together.

"You'll meet us at Reggie's?"

I growled into the receiver. "You're out of your God damn mind if you think I'm getting out of bed anytime before ten, Nick."

"C'mon Mona! We talked about getting together as soon as we got home!"

"Uh, yeah, I figured that meant after you had taken some time to fucking recover!"

He giggled. "We're all caffeinated and hungry. Thought it would be a good time!"

"It's not."

"I'm buying!"

"I'd rather die."

"Too bad. Get dressed and meet us in an hour, please!"

Opening my mouth to protest, I felt the line go dead.

There were moments I truly regretted being friends with Nick Folio. He was a morning person.

Lifting my head off of the bed, I scrunched up my nose and pouted for a moment, gathering enough of my bearings to pull my legs off the side and stood up.

My arms reached over my head, my spine cracking and stretching. I walked over to the kitchen, pulled the refrigerator open and yanked the iced coffee from the shelf. Quickly, I mixed myself a beverage and drank half of it in three solid gulps.

Once the caffeine began burning it's way through me, I drug myself into the bathroom and stared at my reflection.

Well, it could be worse, right?

My icy blue eyes were only so puffy today, my hair freshly washed the night before. My shirt was clean as well, which was an improvement over the last couple of weeks.

I hadn't mentioned to any of the guys that I had been moping for the last two weeks straight. Sixteen days, more specifically.

Since Vinny decided he 'wasn't ready for a committed relationship'. Aside from being devastated, I also found it interesting given we had been dating for over a fucking year.

Fucking producers, man. Snakes - every last one.

I was blindsided by the breakup, and I had let myself feel it full force. My method was to be in pain, depressed, and disgusting for as long as it took for the heartbreak to fade away. If that meant not leaving the house, barely eating, and showering every three days, then so be it.

I did, however, know the boys would be home today, and had to prepare for that. My best friends for a good nine years now, I knew there was no getting out of seeing them as soon as they touched ground in California. I maybe expected a little more time to sleep in, but not much.

It was too early to care about appearances, so I brushed through my dark, chocolate-toned mess of hair and tossed it into a messy ponytail. I pulled my favorite band t-shirt over my head, a Bring Me shirt I got back at Warped Tour in 2012, and slipped into a pair of plain black leggings. My flip-flops would have to do, as I had no desire to hunt down two socks, let alone matching ones.

When I locked my front door, I winced at my nails. I had been biting and pulling at my cuticles for days without even realizing. I needed to get acrylics ASAP. I made a mental note to see if the nail salon had any openings after breakfast.

My deeply tinted sunglasses hid my eyes from the outside world. I hadn't bothered with any makeup this morning, not having the time nor the patience for it.

I hummed idly to my music as I drove the short ten minutes to Reggie's Diner, zoning out mostly. I pulled into the space in front, noticing none of their vehicles were there yet.

Of course.

Fucker wakes me up early, pulls me from the hole I had crawled into, and doesn't even show up on time. How predictable. I pulled a foot up onto the seat, balancing my chin on my knee while I waited.

The music streamed through my speakers, and the lyrics hit me in the chest.

"I guess this is goodbye. I guess we got what we deserved. Hold on to your heart, it's almost over."

"Ugh." I turned the volume down to zero, not wanting those kinds of emotions sinking in.

Before I could dwell too long, a loud, sharp knock came on my window, and I jumped nearly a foot in the air.

Standing in my driver's side window, Folio was pressing his forehead against the glass, making cross-eyed faces. I turned to the windshield, where Nicholas was lifting his shirt up to flash me. Jolly stood next to him, rubbing a palm over his friend's bare stomach, thrusting his hips like a complete moron. To my right, Noah stood at the opposing window, mouth pressed against the glass, puffing out his cheeks.

Tears nearly welled in my eyes at the absolute absurdity of these idiots. God, I fucking missed them.

I scanned the menu for no reason at all, already knowing exactly what I planned to order.

"French toast and an over easy egg, right?" Noah's elbow bumped me, his own menu open in front of him.

I pursed my lips. "No, I actually thought I'd get the waffles with bacon this time."

"Yeah?" He raised an eyebrow, and I cracked a smile.

"Nah, I'm getting French toast."

He snickered, nodding his head. "You always do."

"Yeah, well you always get raspberry lemonade so..."

"What's wrong with lemonade?!" He dropped his menu, eyes scanning me.

"Nothing." He huffed, narrowing his eyes. "Raspberry lemonade though?"

He opened his mouth to retort, but we were interrupted by the waiter. Each taking turns placing our orders, Noah went last, ordering a peach lemonade. I rolled my eyes, and folded my arms on the table, listening to them idly chat.

"I have a feeling that once I get food in me, I'm going to nap for at least eight hours." Jolly chuckled, fiddling with the salt shaker.

"Dude, me too. I think I'm just running on hopes and dreams right now." Nicholas added.

"How was the drive from New York?"

They all groaned in unison. "Fucking long." Folio commented.

"It felt like we were driving through Colorado for a fucking year." Noah tossed his head back.

I bumped him with my shoulder at his theatrics. "Your guys' bus is so bougie, it couldn't have been so bad."

"Once you've been in it for months like we have?" He raised an eyebrow at me. "I never want to see another tour bus again."

They all nodded together, affirming noises under their breaths.

"Don't you leave for the second leg of the tour in, like, eight weeks?"

There was a beat of silence before they all cackled. "Fuck, dude. Don't remind me!" Folio dropped his face in his hands.

Everyone fell into side conversations as we waited for our food. I was listening to Folio tell me about the people he had the opportunity to meet while they were traveling, but I felt my mind wandering, my eyes following, eventually settling on Noah.

Somehow, since I had last seen him three months ago, he managed to get even more muscular. His arms were bigger, and his hair was slightly longer than it was before he left. He had a fresh tattoo on the small patch of open skin on his upper arm, ink still vibrant. He was listening to Jolly, smiling at whatever he was telling him that was so entertaining.

"Mona?" It occurred to me that I missed what Folio was saying to me.

"Huh?" I looked back at him. "Repeat that?"

He smirked. "Space cadet?"

I rolled my eyes. "It's early." He mimicked me, rolling his eyes as well. "What did you ask?"

"I said, how's Vinny?"

My heart sunk, and the lump that I had just managed to swallow reformed in my throat. My face must have given something away, because the entire table fell silent.

"Oh, Vinny..." My stare fell down to my plate, pushing what was left of my French toast around. "He's fine."

Nick lowered his face so he could force me to meet his eyes.

"Everything okay?"

I nodded, biting my lip and trying like hell to smile. "Yeah, all good."

"That's not believable." Nicholas spoke up, pointing a finger at me. The glare I shot at him could’ve sliced right through his skin, had he not deflected with his own. “Care to explain?”

I set my fork down, folding my hands in my lap and folding my shoulders in. I could feel Noah leaning just a fraction closer to me, and my skin was warm where I felt his hoodie pressing against me.

“I don’t, actually. Thank you, though!” I tried to sound as chipper as possible, but it was falling on deaf ears. These morons knew me better than anyone.

“You guys fighting or something?” Jolly piped up between bites of hash.

I shook my head. “Nope.” Dismissive was not a skill I possessed.

“Do I need to fuck him up?” Folio did his best to look intimidating, and this made me cackle.

“No, Nick. No need.”

A bump to my arm made my eyes glance up at Noah, his face concerned. “What’s goin’ on, Mona?”

What was it about that fool that made me crumble like clay?

I sighed hard, leaning back in my chair, and averting my eyes to my plate, fingers now fiddling with my napkin. I could tell they were all looking at me, and it was a heavy feeling.

“Vinny broke it off.”

I don’t think I’ve seen four jaws fall at once before, but there’s a first for everything. I felt Noah tense up next to me, and it took all I had not to lean into him. He didn’t need to be fazed, it wasn’t a big deal…right?

“The fuck?!” Nicholas dropped his fork on his plate. “Why?”

I shrugged in response, pursing my lips. “Who knows.”

“Kicking his ass sounds pretty good, now.” Noah’s words were meant to be humorous, I’m sure. But his tone said otherwise, low and venomous.

When I chanced a look up at him, his eyes were narrowed into dangerous slits, focused on me. My hand gripped his arm, squeezing gently.

“It’s really no big deal, guys. Just wasn’t meant to be.”

“He didn’t give you a reason?” Folio sounded more concerned than angry.

I groaned, leaning my elbows on the table and rubbing my eyes. “Fuck, I guess? He said he wasn’t ready to commit or some bullshit.”

I heard at least two of them suck their teeth in disapproval.

“What horse shit. You guys were together a year.” Jolly wiped his mouth on his napkin.

“It was over a year.” I said, my voice small.

“Didn’t he ask you to move in with him like, three months ago?” Noah sounded like he was in disbelief.

“He did. I turned him down because I was afraid of something like this happening.”

“Mona?” My eyes fell on Folio, his hand now on my shoulder. “When did this happen?”

My face fell, then. I knew they weren’t going to like my answer.

“Like…” I took a breath. “Two and a half weeks ago?”

“What?!” Yep, about what I expected. “Mona! Why didn’t you tell me?” Nick was nearly out of his chair.

“Why would I?” I tried not to look at him, but I knew he was burning a hole in my face.

“Oh fuck, I don’t know.” He scrubbed a hand over his mouth. “Maybe because we’re your best friends!”

I rolled my eyes. “Who were on tour! You guys didn’t need my petty drama while you were working.”

Noah scoffed, turning his body toward me. “And we could’ve just brought you out to finish tour with us.” He glanced around the table, silent agreement from the other guys. “It’s not like we haven’t before.”

He had taken my hands, which felt so tiny in his huge grip. I couldn’t help but smile at him, and then at the rest of them.

“Guys, as amazing as you all are,” I pointedly looked at each of them. “I’m a big girl, and I don’t need my boys coming to my rescue over a little heartbreak.”

Noah’s fingers squeezed me, bringing my attention back to him. “We know that, but we like doing it. So next time, tell us, okay?”

I leaned my face into his chest, his arms circling me in a tight hug. I smiled, feeling safer than I had before they left. When he released me, I smiled at them.

“I love you guys.”

“Mona!” I turned, my keys in hand to unlock my car. Noah was jogging in my direction, the rest of the guys already in their own ride.

“What’s up?”

He stopped in front of me, looking almost like he was losing nerve the longer he stared at me. He tucked his hands in his sweater pocket, now smiling at me sheepishly.

“I just wanted to know, do you have plans today?”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Uh, just going to get my nails done. Might grab some groceries later. That’s it, though.”

He nodded, kicking his shoe against the asphalt. “Okay, think you’d want to see a movie later?”

This wasn’t out of the ordinary. I had my designated activity that I typically did with each of the guys.

Jolly was a ‘go out to a fine dining restaurant’ type of guy, so he would take us out at least once a month to a new place, and we would spend the evening critiquing the food and atmosphere - as if either of us had any right. It was hilarious.

Nicholas, being the tattoo artist he was, loved the days I took the time to spend in the shop, helping him clean up and hang out. He had very little time to tattoo these days, and when he did, his books were full. I would sit with him, help him sketch, and bring food to the shop. He usually gave me little bangers here and there while we had time, and it helped my tattoo addiction, and my budget, tremendously.

Nick, unsurprisingly, was the nature freak. Luckily for him, I loved to fish. We’d hop on his bike when the weather was right, and head up to Big Bear a few times a year, or hit the piers for saltwater fishing. I never caught much, but he always told the other guys I did.

Noah, however, was a movie guy. Horror, sci-fi, comedy, didn’t matter. If it was in a theater, he wanted to see it. I was all for that. I had a serious affinity for popcorn, and loved to listen to him whisper to me during the movie, or bitch about it on the drive home. Maybe I enjoyed the occasions where I got chilly, and he let me wear his sweater? Or maybe I just liked being alone with him?

When I first met the boys, Noah had instantly stuck out differently than the rest of them. He was stunning, reserved, funny, and glowed like the sun. He had a smile that made my knees buckle and a hug that could swallow me whole. Voice of a siren and talent like none other.

Of course, I had an immediate crush on him.

Something about the way he spoke gave me such pause, my ears yearning to hear every word, hanging on them as they came out. The way he moved, gestured, breathed...it made my skin tingle.

However, when Noah and I met all those years ago, he had a girlfriend. It was disappointing - to say the least - but I respected it, and continued on as his best friend. I put the feelings to bed, and accepted the group of four misfits into my life without hesitation, arms open. Did the feelings eventually relax? Sure.

Something I appreciated about mine and Noah's situation was that I had the opportunity to get to know him better than I ever would have, had we entered into any kind of relationship. I saw him at his very best, but also at his lowest depths. I watched him free fall through his depression. Held his hand while he fought through the shadows within his own mind.

Noah, like myself, had a dark and violent past, so we were always closer. The guys constantly made comments about it, saying we were kindred spirits, begging to be together. It was all very Shakespeare, and we typically brushed it off. We laughed at their silly jokes...but over the years, there had been more than a few long and awkward stares between us.

He never told me he had feelings for me. The words never left his mouth. But did he walk with his arm around me sometimes? Hold my hand at the scariest parts of the movies? Bring me snacks and nap with me when I was sick?

Every. Time.

Until Vinny.

Once Vinny came into the picture, Noah had to take a step back. He had been single for three years - me for four. He had ample time to make some kind of move. He never did. So we sat in comfortable solace. And then Vinny came in, swept me up, and 'ran off with me', as Noah put it. He was upset, but would never admit it. Our movie dates stopped. Sick days were cancelled. And my shoulders were always so cold...

Over a year, Noah and I had been as platonic as brother and sister. It was painful at first, but I think we both got used to it. We hadn't seen a movie together in fifteen months...

"Mona?"

I was pulled from my thoughts and brought back to a very sheepish looking Noah, who looked as though he was about to tell me to forget it.

"Yes! Of course I'll go to the movies with you!" Maybe that came out a little too excited.

It was worth it, however, to see the way his face lit up. "Yeah?" He nodded, hiding his teeth in his smile. "Alright, cool."

I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to hide my own enthusiasm. "What're we going to see?"

"Tarot is out, have you heard of it?"

My eyes deadpanned at him. "Looked terrifying."

"Perfect!" He turned to walk away. "I'll look up showtimes?"

I shook my head. "Just pick me up at nine? We'll figure it out from there?"

This made him smirk. "You got it." He began walking back toward his brothers, and I turned to my car door. "Oh!"

I whipped back around.

"Do you need me to bring you a sweatshirt?"

I felt the warmth pool in my gut. Oh, the game was so on.

"Nah." I waved a hand at him. "Yours will do."

Was this a date? It wasn't. I was sure it wasn't. It couldn't have been. Not possible. We were best friends. I was reading into this.

Noah had seen me with strep throat. Bought me tampons. Held my hair back while I vomited. There was no way he had feelings for me. He probably viewed me as his gross younger sister. Or his weird cousin who stole his clothes a lot. There was no way.

But I still found myself dialing Nick, staring down at my two outfit options, chewing the skin of my lip to a pulp waiting for him to answer. It took three back-to-back calls before his groggy voice mumbled into the line.

"I'm sleeping."

I rolled my eyes. "I need your help."

"Mona, I'm tired."

"Yeah, well, I was tired at six this morning. Sucks to suck. I need your help." I was now actively pacing my bedroom.

"Ugh, hang on." I could hear him moving around, likely sitting up in bed. A loud groan came on the other end. Stretching. "Alright, whose dying?"

"Nick, I don't know if this is a date."

He spoke through a yawn. "Your thing with Noah? You guys used to always do that shit."

I scoffed. "That was before."

"Before...what?" I could hear the sound of a door opening, and then closing.

"Before," I took a second, but wasn't even certain of what I was thinking anymore. I growled. "just before!"

"Well, that makes a lot of sense, huh?"

I could hear his voice echoing, and then the sound of water running. Wait...not water...

"Are you pissing on the phone with me, you freak?!"

He chuckled at that, still sounding exhausted. "You wake me up? You deal with the consequences."

I made a noise of disgust. "Wash your hands before we finish this conversation."

I could hear the sink running, and then he picked the phone back up.

"I honestly don't get what you're freaking out about, dude."

"Of course you don't get it. You're a cool, nonchalant, unbothered dude! Whereas I'm over here thinking way too much into this and having an anxiety attack!"

"Alright, alright. Calm down." He huffed back down onto his bed. "Talk me through it."

"Okay." I took a deep breath, turning to look at my bed. "I don't know what to wear. Usually, during movie nights with Noah, I wear sweats and a baggy t-shirt. I like to be comfy in the theater, especially since he takes us to the ones with the...uh..." I snapped to think of the word. "recliners! The chairs that lean back? So do I just go with normal attire? Or, do I dress up nicer? Show him I'm interested in this being more than just a typical movie date? Show off a little? Will that give him the wrong impression? Will he think I'm trying too hard? But if I bum it out, will he think I'm a slob and have let myself go since the breakup? I don't know what to do. Don't even get me started on makeup."

"Holy fuck dude, you are freaking out."

My heart was racing at the rate my mouth was moving, but Folio's voice made me snap my jaw shut. I only talked that fast when I was losing my mind.

"Listen," He breathed loudly, likely sinking back down into his pillows. "I get why you're nervous. But this is Noah."

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "I'm aware."

"So that means, the beauty about going on a date with him is that he knows you better than anyone. Even me. So you can be yourself."

"It's a date."

"No shit. Noah has been pining over you since the day you both met. Wouldn't shut up about going to the movies with you all day. It's a date."

All of the blood drained from my face. "Oh."

My heart had froze. Thinking it to myself was one thing, but to hear someone else say it...

"Don't start spiraling. This has been almost a decade in the making. It's going to go fine. Just be you. Wear your comfy clothes. No makeup. Hair loose. You're stupid cute like that."

I felt my cheeks heat up. "Nick, knock it off."

He snickered. "Listen, babe. I may not be the one in love with you, but I can appreciate a fox when I see one."

I almost dropped the phone as my stomach lurched. "You said what just now?!"

Realizing his error, Nick's voice jumped several octaves. "No! No no no! I didn't mean it like that! It's a figure of speech!"

I felt my chest tighten. "Oh fuck..."

"Nope. Mona, listen to me! I was just using the phrase to prove a point! He's not in love with you!"

"He's not?"

"No, I mean...he is...well, he's never..." I could feel the vein in my neck threatening to burst. "Shit."

I sat on my bed, wiping my now damp palms on my pant legs.

"Listen, don't listen to me. I'm half asleep and I smoked before I went to bed, so I'm still a little faded. Just..." He took a hard breath. "Just be you, Mona. Regardless of how deep he feels for you, I know he's excited to just hang with you. He's kept you at arms length for over a year, out of respect. Now that he's allowed to get close again," I could hear the smirk in his voice. "I'm not sure he'll let you get too far anymore."

Something about that calmed me. That's why I called Folio. Despite my near-stroke, he knew how to talk me off of pretty much any ledge that I found myself inching toward.

"Okay. So comfy clothes, hair down, no makeup?"

"Right. But wear your jewelry."

My eyebrow raised in curiosity. "Yeah?"

"You know those rings you wear? And the choker? He thinks they're sexy."

I waited impatiently at the bottom of the apartment building, fingers pulling at the long sleeves of my shirt. Although I fully intended to snitch his hoodie, it was still too brisk to go completely unprotected.

His truck pulled up at five till nine, right on time. I hopped into the passenger's side easily, and cherished the familiar smell of him. I missed it something awful.

"Hey!" I looked over at him. Clearly, he had the same idea as I did, wearing his joggers, plain black hoodie, and his hair still wet from a shower. He looked so clean...edible. My mouth watered at the idea.

"Hey!" He reached over to pull me into a half-hug, letting his hand linger on my arm. His eyes glanced over me, lingering maybe a second or two longer on my neck. My black 90s style choker sat tight on my skin. He ran his fingers down my arm to my hand, running his thumb over the stone of the ring on my index finger.

Thank you, Folio.

"Multiplex has a showtime in thirty minutes?"

I smiled brightly. "Perfect!"

The drive was short, and we were bounding into the building, arm in arm, same as always. "We're getting popcorn?"

He smirked. "And candy."

After obtaining our goodies, we made our way into the theater, finding our seats. Before he leaned his back, he shrugged out of his sweater, dropping it in my lap. I looked over at him, and he only threw a wink at me. I slipped it on easily, sinking deep into the fabric.

The movie was scary...but it wasn't great. The story was very over-done. Teenagers in a place they shouldn't be. Fucking with stuff they shouldn't be. End up cursed and killed one by one.

Sounds like Evil Dead, right? Nope.

Cabin In The Woods? Nope.

Talk To Me? Nope.

Tarot, ladies and gentlemen.

I would admit, the jump scares would get me. During the first one, where the priestess jumps at the girl in the attic, I physically jumped, which caused Noah to grab my hand, and physically pull me into his side. I hid my face under the sleeve of the sweater, only watching from the top of my field of vision. The next jump, I nearly scrambled into his lap. He laughed at me for that.

By the final jump scare, I wasn't watching the movie anymore. My legs were over his lap, and his hand was tracing up and down my back. My ear pressed to his chest, I could hear his heart beating fast. Although he continued to watch the movie, laughing at the deaths, and chewing popcorn, I could tell Noah was just as nervous as I.

During one particularly horrific scene where a girl was being sawed in half...alive...I had to turn my face away from the screen.

"It's alright, they're barely showing anything." He whispered into my hair.

"You know I have a thing about being cut up alive." It gave me the creeps. Nightmare-fuel.

He chuckled. "I'll tell you when you can look."

The moment lasted far too long, the girl’s screams ringing in my ears as my fingers clutched at his shirt. After the scene had flipped, I let my body relax.

"It's over, baby."

The word.

He never called me that.

Mona. Mo'. Babes. Darling. Lady. Rick (Don't ask).

But 'baby'?

Never. Not once.

I pulled my face away from the soft cotton of his shirt, and instead of looking at the screen, I stared at him. Face lit by the lights of the movie flashing, I could see his eyes staring back down at me.

I couldn't have imagined the energy change. The voices in the background faded into a dull blur, not interesting me enough to see anything but him.

His lips were shiny, as if he had licked them. Maybe it was the butter from the popcorn.

I didn't care, because in that moment, they were mine for the taking.

Without any forethought, I grabbed his face, and pressed my mouth to his, feeling how soft his lips were. God, I had been missing out.

His arms tightened around me, leaning down to press himself against my body. His tongue pressed into my mouth, and my eyes rolled back behind my lids. I breathed into him, letting him feel everything I had been holding back for almost a decade.

Oh wow. Noah. It was always Noah.

Something inside my soul woke up. Something in my brain sparked to life and roared like a once-dead battery recharged.

Noah was it. He was what I was missing.

When we finally disconnected, his eyes looked about as blown as mine, breathing heavily. I just let my lips crack in a smile, my hand catching in his hair and knitting into the loose strands.

Our beautiful, incredible moment, was interrupted suddenly by a bright light flashing directly in our eyes. We looked over at the source, seeing a worker stood, flashlight pointed at us.

"Guys," He walked closer, voice hushed. "I get this movie is rated R, but you've got to go somewhere else to do all of that."

I sunk back into my seat, and Noah did the same. We both blushed hard, looking at each other, and giggling in embarrassment. We finished the last of the forgettable film in our respective chairs, our fingers still interlaced on the arm rests.

"Your aim sucks." His finger picked up the M&M out of his lap, and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Yours is no better, dork." I giggled as I popped one in my mouth.

The overlook of the city lights glittered beside us, below the hill we parked on. The hatch of Noah's Navigator popped open, we sat in the back across from each other.

Since leaving the theater, we hadn't had any physical contact. I'm almost certain we were both too nervous. I wasn't sure how to get that magic back, but going home and parting company sounded torturous, so I recommended we go back to our spot.

It was customary to park here, just up the road from his house, secluded and quiet. We usually sat and debriefed the film we had just watched, but that didn't take long. We both agreed it was too stereotypical, agreeing it was only a 4/10.

After that, I recommended we play twenty questions...to stall, of course.

"It's your turn, punk."

I rolled the candy around in my mouth, and pursed my lips. "Mkay." I thought for a moment. "How many girls did you sleep with on this last tour?"

I wasn't sure when the questions turned dirty, but he seemed unfazed by it.

"Two. But they were meh." He poised his hand to toss another chocolate, and I opened my mouth.

"Yeah? Not the best?"

The candy missed and struck my nose, which I caught in my hand when it fell.

"Pretty much."

I nodded, ignoring the pull I felt in my stomach. I had nothing to be bothered by, so I ignored it.

"Your turn."

"Mm," He tossed another candy, making it onto my tongue this time. "What's your favorite position?"

I chuckled. "That's so stupid."

"Why?"

"Because, how many are there?"

He leaned against the siding of the truck, putting a handful of M&Ms in his mouth. "Kama Sutra says there's over a hundred."

I shook my head, giggling. "Well, I don't really have a favorite."

He rolled his eyes. "Everyone has their favorite."

"What's yours then?"

"Nope." He held up a finger. "Not your turn."

I shrugged. "Fine." I mulled it over for a moment, looking out at the lights. "Probably cowgirl. I'm old-fashioned."

He eyed me, as if he was suspicious. "Hmm," Popping the last candy in his mouth, he crumpled the bag in his hand. "I don't believe you."

"Why not?"

"It's too boring."

I raised my eyebrows. "You think I'm boring?"

He laughed. "No, I'm saying I don't believe you are."

"Because...?"

He shrugged then, almost looking cautious. After a moment, he pulled his knees up, resting his arms on them and interlocking his fingers. "I overheard Vinny talking once. He said you were a real freak in bed."

Something about that made my spine straighten and my blood run cold.

"Did he now?" My eyes were glaring at him.

He didn't falter. "He did. And I almost knocked his teeth in, but I don't doubt it."

"Why is that?"

His lips turned up in a small smile. "I just have a feeling."

His tone was menacing, and something about it made me swallow hard. I was caught between feeling mortified and turned on. Noah was always so relaxed and collected. I had never seen him look so...hungry.

"And you?"

"Me, what?"

Matching his energy, I sat up and leaned back on my arms. "Are you kinky? Or vanilla?"

I could see his lips twitch, caught off guard by my flip of power. "Define kinky?"

"Well," I leaned forward, leaving very little space between our faces. "do you have any dark things you like to do in bed? Anything...taboo?"

I could see his eyes watching my mouth as it moved. "I don't know."

Letting my tongue trace over my bottom lip, I smirked. "No? You've never had the chance to do anything different?"

He raised an eyebrow, now looking confused. "I mean, I'm not into like...feet, or anything, if that's what you mean?"

My eyes widened, and I couldn't stop the harsh, blistering laugh that busted out of me, making me lean back. Tears fell from my eyes, and I almost choked in the process.

I heard him laugh too, kicking a leg at me. "Hey, sorry I'm so vanilla."

I continued to cackle like a hyena, but sat up, holding my ribcage. "I'm sorry. Jesus, that was hilarious."

He rolled his eyes, clearly uneasy about his answer, but his smile was so warm, I couldn't help but reach out and grab his hand.

"It's your turn."

He sucked his teeth. "I thought it was yours?"

I huffed out the last of my laughter. "Fuck, I lost track."

"Alright, I'll go." He sighed, face now turning serious. "Was Vinny good in bed?"

His tone wasn’t playful, but I was still recovering from my fit of giggles. "Fuck no."

His eyes popped open. "Seriously?"

I wiped at my tears, sniffling. "Not at all, dude. He thought doggy style was kinky. He also referred to my chest as 'voluptuous'. Nothing kills a mood faster, let me tell you."

Now he was laughing, and I tossed my water bottle at him in response.

"It's not funny! He was awful!"

"So why'd you stay over a year?" He asked through his laughter.

"Cause." That was all I was giving on that subject.

"Did he at least make you come?"

Shaking my head, I made a gross face. "No. I usually finished after he would leave."

"Ugh, that's sad."

I rolled my eyes. "You're telling me. Guy thought eating pussy meant making out with it..."

Noah stilled, his eyes getting dark. "What a shame. Some guys have no finesse."

I felt small under his eyes, suddenly needing to switch topics off of me.

"My turn."

He just nodded in response.

"I want to go back to this kink thing." He stretched his legs and linked his hands behind his head, waiting. "Do you like it rough?"

"To me? Or to someone else?"

"Either?"

He smiled. "Both."

"Biting?"

He thought for a second. "Only sometimes."

"Choking?"

He snickered. "Yes."

Feeling brave, I sat up on my knees, slipping the hoodie over my head, and continued my interrogation.

"Dirty talking?"

"Give me an example."

I inched toward him, crawling on my hands until I was hovering over his legs. "Do you like telling her she's a good girl?"

"I suppose." His hands fell to his sides, palms up. "If she's being one."

Cocking my head to the side, I brought a hand up to his knee. "And do you like it when she begs?"

I watched as the Adam's apple in his throat bobbed. "Yes."

Slowly, my hand trailed up his thigh. "And what if she calls you names?"

His eyes scanned my face. "Like what?"

I smirked. "There's a lot of options. Sir. Master." I let a finger trace where I knew his anime tattoo was. "Daddy?"

Visibly, his sweats jumped when I said it, making my eyes shoot up to him, a demonic smile crossing my face.

"That's the one, isn't it?"

Sitting up quickly, he got in my face, his voice deadly serious.

"You know, you've asked me seven questions now. I think it's my turn."

I leaned back, moving to sit on my ass again, now under his heated stare. I just nodded.

"How long have you been thinking about me?"

My voice caught in my throat, confused. "W-What?"

He moved closer, looming over me. "How long has it been since you started picturing us together?"

I could feel his breath on my face, which made it impossible to construct a lie.

"Years."

"Have you ever thought of me when you were touching yourself?"

Oh God.

"Yes."

"Did you ever picture me, when you were with Vinny?"

It was suddenly really fucking hot out here.

"Yes."

His teeth flashed at me, ravenous.

"Do you want me to do all those things to you, that he never could?"

"Jesus Christ, Noah." It came out only as a breath.

"That's not an answer."

"Yes."

"Do you want me to lay you down right here? And eat your pussy until you're falling apart? Until you can't fucking remember how to breathe?"

Insert cause of death here.

"Y-Yes."

"You sure?" His lips were level with my ear now, voice so dangerously quiet.

"Yes," Finding the last of my spunk, I tilted my lips up, and let my eyes fell on him. "Daddy."

Somehow, I hadn't noticed that he had pulled his keys from his pocket, and suddenly, the hatch was closing. I only had a chance to look at it for a split second before I was being pushed onto my back, my sweats being pulled down off my hips. I giggled at the sudden change of energy, knowing I had flipped a switch in Noah. He leaned over me, suffocating me with a warm kiss, pressing himself down on my body.

He lifted off of me just enough to look me in the eyes. "You sure?"

He repeated his previous question, but this time with a touch less heat behind it. He was looking for permission.

Always the gentleman.

I brought my hands to either side of his face, forcing him to look me in the eyes.

"Noah," I pressed a quick kiss to his lips, and smiled. "I've never wanted anyone more than I want you in this moment."

His cheeks warmed under my fingers, and he gave me the most terrifying smile I had ever seen.

His hand slipped down into my panties, fingers slipping lazily between my lips, and I wriggled, gripping his shirt.

"Oh." My voice stuttered, and he licked a stripe up the side of my neck.

"Don't worry, baby. I've got you." One finger circled around my clit, and I pressed my hips up for more contact. "You've got yourself so worked up already."

Breathing becoming more difficult, I let my eyes fall closed. His hand slipped away from me to pull my panties down to my thighs, and I felt his body weight move off of me.

I opened my eyes to see where he went, but almost fell unconscious at the sight of him perched between my legs, hands bracing my knees. Without warning, he lifted me, arching my back upwards to lift my core to his face.

His lips latched to my sweet spot, and my vision almost went white. "Fuck!" I screamed, but he just opened his eyes to look directly at me.

He flattened his tongue, pressing it to my pussy with long strokes, pulling moans out of me at a rhythmic pace. My hands scratched at the floor, trying to find anything to grab onto.

Finally settling on latching onto his arms, my nails dug into the back of his skin as he tormented me, face pressing further and further against my core. I let my fingernails rip down the skin on his forearms, panting and thrashing against him. He let out a deep, guttural grown in response.

"Noah, fucking hell. I'm going to come."

He pulled his face away, replacing it with his hand, pressing a finger inside me and pressing it into that spot that had me almost crying.

"Ask me nicely, baby."

"Noah, please. Please!" I was desperate to feel his mouth on me again, trying like hell to not buck too hard.

"Nope. You know what I need, pretty girl."

Confused, I wracked my melting brain for what he was looking for. His finger laid on a pressure that made stars fly in my field of view, making it hard to concentrate.

Until, I realized...

"Please, Daddy, I want to come. Please." I couldn't seem to get enough air into my lungs.

He smiled, looking inhuman. My head rolled back and forth, wild.

"Mm, no problem, baby." And he was back on me, the tip of his tongue drawing my climax closer. His finger still pressed into me, and I'm fairly certain a second slipped in at some point.

It was so much, it was so beautiful. I was going to actually explode.

"Ugh, Daddy. That's it. I need it. Fuck, please. Don't stop." At this point, I was just babbling. Whatever I could to ensure he didn't stop.

When his lips grabbed onto me, an impossible suction that had my head swirling, I felt the orgasm crash into me, a sharp scream escaping.

Carefully, he set me down, and his fingers slipped out. When I cracked my eyes open, I caught the slightest glimpse of him sucking them into his mouth. I had never seen anything so raunchy, and it made my muscles twitch, already wanting more.

He sat back against the hatch, chest rising heavily, and stared at me.

He was gauging, and I could tell. He wanted to ascertain whether I was about to regret what just happened.

He's insane if he thought I could ever regret that.

Noah looked wrecked. His sweats bulged violently, begging for relief. I sat up slowly, letting the blood flow come back to the rest of my body. Carefully, I sat up on all fours, and crawled toward him. He didn't say a word, just following me with his eyes.

"That was amazing." I smiled an appreciative grin, looking up at him through my lashes. "How could I ever show my gratitude?"

I could see he was stunned, so I took the initiative to reach for his pants, pulling them down in the front, letting his erection free to stare me in the face. Taking a few long seconds to appreciate it, I looked back up, eyes innocent.

"Would you like it if I choked on your cock, Daddy?"

His pupils were so dilated, I swore his eyes were completely black. He nodded slowly, reaching a hand up to run his thumb down my cheek, and hooking my chin, forcing my mouth open.

His other hand now grasping my hair, he pressed me down onto his dick, my mouth swallowing it down as far as I could before I felt my gag reflex hit. A harsh choke came out of me, and his hand loosened.

I just inhaled a breath and swallowed him down again, picking up a pace.

A long, sweet moan erupted from his chest, his head falling back as he watched me work.

"Jesus, Mona." His other hand gripped the side of my face, catching a tear rolling down my cheekbone. "So fucking beautiful."

I felt his cock hardening, knowing he wouldn't last long this way.

"You enjoy being obedient, don't you?"

I smiled around his cock, stopping to lick a long stripe down the length to his sack, catching some of the skin between my lips for a second.

"Ah, fuck." His mouth had fallen open, eyes rolling back. "Going to swallow my come, pretty girl? You're so fucking desperate for it."

His hand shoved me down onto his cock harder, pressing himself past my tonsils and straight into the back of my throat. I coughed harshly, but he didn't let up, head leaning back and eyes rolling with it.

"So close, baby. So fucking close."

With every ounce I had, I hollowed my cheeks and sucked him as if trying to drain his life force right out. His fingers tangled in my hair ripped at my scalp.

"Fuck, I'm-" But he was cut off by his own release, his chest tensing and hand holding me in place, head pressed firmly against my gag reflex, the come hot as it hit me. I relaxed, letting my muscles swallow it down without incident.

Noah's body slumped back, and his hand loosened. Fighting for breath, I leaned my face against his leg, just gathering my thoughts.

It took me a moment to notice he was running his fingers through my hair, smoothing the knots he had created. I hummed against him before sitting up, and letting my eyes search his face - exhausted.

He looked so pretty like this. His hair was sticking to his forehead from sweat, his veins in his neck slowly relaxing, and his arms loose and sprawled out.

He caught me staring, and raised an eyebrow. "What?"

I just smirked, shaking my head. "Nothin'."

After about thirty minutes of semi-awkward silence and cleaning up as best as we could in the back of a vehicle, Noah and I made our way back to his place. It was late, so we made every effort to be silent as we made our way up to his room. It wasn't until he was putting the key in the lock of his door that we heard the voice behind us.

"Use protection."

Folio's voice made us both freeze, and our eyes looked back to where his door was closing across the hall. An embarrassed smile flashed over my face, and he just chuckled quietly before pulling me into his room.

It was familiar. I had been here hundreds of times, so I made myself comfortable, dropping my bag on his computer desk and kicking my shoes off next to all of his pairs. When I turned around, Noah was sitting on the bed, hands on his knees, and a look I didn't recognize on his face.

Concern? No, fear? I wasn't sure.

"What's wrong?"

He was chewing on his bottom lip, and I walked over to him, slotting into the place between his legs. His eyes, so fucking big, so sparkly, stared up at me. They looked soft. Vulnerable.

"I like you, Mona."

It was a very regular statement. There wasn't a certain word or emphasis that made it special. But it was. Because now things had changed. Noah wasn't just Noah anymore. He was something different. And the words may have been ordinary, but they sounded as if they should've been spoken in a confessional.

It was warming, and they made me smile.

"I like you too, Noah."

His fingers came to grip my waist, squeezing me gently. "I've liked you a long time."

Nodding, I placed my hands on the tops of his shoulders. "Same."

He shrugged hard, looking up and down my being, working out what he wanted to say.

"I want you to be happy."

I was a little confused. "Okay?"

His fingers pressed in harder. "I want to make you happy."

Remember getting butterflies when you were little? When a rollercoaster dropped? Or a cute boy smiled at you?

"You do make me happy."

He moved his hands to grab my own, and held them between us. "I want to be with you, Mona."

It was silly, I'm sure, but I was fucking giddy. Internally I was kicking my feet and squealing like a mouse. Disgusting.

"Noah?" His eyes were fixed on me, so he just twitched his brow in response. "Are you saying..." I swallowed theatrically, feigning anxiety. "you want to go steady?"

The smile that flashed across his face was blinding, all thirty-two teeth flashing like a beacon. I giggled, unable to hold back after making such an idiotic joke. He just followed suit, pulling me into a hug, his face pressed into my chest.

My arms wrapped around his neck and I rested my cheek on the top of his head.

"You're so stupid." His voice came out muffled against my breasts.

My chest shook, now laughing harder. "You like me."

He pulled back, and his hand reached to pull me closer by the back of my neck, pressing his lips against me softly. When he pulled away, his words came out as the softest whisper.

"So much."

#bad omens #noah sebastian #fanfic #bad omens fanfiction #noah sebastian fic #bad omens cult

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calmcoldevening · 2 years

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Reader persuade slashers to go to sleep

Michael Myers

• This person is devilishly stingy with actions and emotions when it comes to his human needs. Have you seen this car? He can easily wander for several days without food and water, until his stomach starts eating itself from the inside or something. Michael will hunt without sleep until he simply passes out due to lack of sleep.

• But here you are in his life! That's... Good.

• At first, this would not have been particularly reflected in his lifestyle, but now he would have somewhere to return to.

• When he really got used to you, his human side came out. Damn, did he really fall asleep on your couch?

• Living with you, he will basically stop ignoring his needs, it just won't work.

• Are you asking him to go to bed? But... Okay, good. But on the condition that you sleep next to him. Michael may not admit his weakness in front of you, but he values you. It will be much easier for a man to fall asleep knowing that you are near and safe.

• Sleeps in a corpse pose or on his side, throwing his arm around your waist and squeezing your soft flesh with his iron grip to guarantee your position next to him.

• This is probably the first time when, instead of terrible nightmares, he will see a melancholic dream about a quiet life with you.

Vincent Sinclair

• Vince spends all his time in his basement behind paintings or sculptures. Honey, you really need to show him what a daily routine and a normal full-fledged sleep are.

• Of course, he is not Michael and will not bring himself to unconsciousness, but he can also neglect sleep for the sake of the "mom's museum".

• Go up to him and gently hug his shoulders. His tense flesh will instinctively cling to your cool skin, given the heat from boiling cauldrons in the basement.

• "Will Vinnie go to bed? I miss you."

• God, your needy voice and the tenderness and awe with which you pronounce his name, this is all that Vincent needs to feel all the accumulated fatigue and stress over the past hours.

• He may hesitate slightly, but the man will immediately get up, pick up your hands in a wedding style and lead you towards the exit from the basement. It will be a long walk through the museum, the night air is useful before going to bed, right?

• Vincent will sleep snuggled up to your chest like a lost kitten. The man will enjoy purring while you caress his long hair. Your presence is all that is needed for a sound and long sleep.

John Kramer

• John is too devoted to his desire to teach people to value their lives. And yet he often forgets about his own, completely giving himself up to the process of creating new traps.

• In addition, his health leaves much to be desired. Against the background of such a downed regime and short sleep, cancer is progressing significantly, you can see it by its even more painful condition. Red eyes, pale skin and more frequent coughing attacks.

• You find John in the workshop. He was completely alone. Apparently, today he decided to give the guys a day off, which can not be said about himself. If Amanda had been here, she would certainly have quarreled with John. The man was hunched over the table and collecting some details. You didn't betray much importance to this and just came closer. Now your hands gently massaged his tense shoulders, and after a moment a sigh of relief escapes from John's chest. He was really tired.

• "John, it's late."

• "Go to bed. I'll join you soon."

• His words are cut short by another bout of severe coughing. Your face visibly darkens, and you lightly put your arm around the man's back.

• "I can't without you."

• John thinks for just a moment before returning to his work. Did your words sound so unconvincing?

• "Lawrence told you to take better care of yourself, John. You will only get worse if you continue in the same spirit."

• Your voice goes almost to a whisper. Finally, John sighs in defeat, pushing his chair away from the table and grabbing your hand with his palm, stroking the skin with his thumb.

• "It's only for an hour."

• You're visibly cheering up, your face is shining. Helping John to get up from his chair, you gently grab him and lead him towards the bedroom. God, your smile is the only thing that makes him really happy.

Brahms Heelshire

• This is a big baby.

• It's really hard to persuade him to go to bed.

• First, you will make a few laps around the house during the catch-up, after which Brahms will hide in some closet and sit there with his hand over his mouth until you give up and ask him to come out.

• Maybe then he will listen.

• You'd better start from afar. For example, with a warm relaxing bath. Brahms will melt under your touch while you lovingly wash his curly hair. He's literally like plasticine.

• Then you can offer him warm milk or herbal tea to calm his raging energy.

• Read him a book. God, Brahms loves your sweet angelic voice so much. This is already one of the ways to make him fall asleep.

• And, of course, your hugs. Lie down next to him, hugging him to yourself. A man will purr contentedly, rubbing against your chest. You're so sweet, warm and pleasant. He'll fall asleep right away.

• Don't forget about the night kiss.

#slashers x reader #michael myers #michael myers x reader #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #john kramer #john kramer x reader #brahms heelshire #brahms heelsire x reader

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visualbutterflysworld · 1 year

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Cover Stealer | Vhackerr

You and Vinnie in bed after a fight

“Stop pulling the cover!” I yank some of the cover back. “I’m cold!” Vinnie said, yanking it back. “You walk around half naked everyday! How are you suddenly cold now!?” I scrunch my face up. “Because I am!”

Vinnie and I got in a fight a few hours ago. I don’t usually like fighting and I wouldn’t have been so upset if it wasn’t really important to me. We were supposed to have dinner together at this really nice place and had reservations but, Vincent being Vincent lost track of time over his stupid game. So by the time we made it they had given our table away.

I wouldn’t have mind but, with him being signed to IMG Models and me having to travel a lot for my job, we barely had time to spend together. If I was some famous person than I could be with him anytime I’d want. No, see, I actually have a 9 to 5 and don’t have enough times on my hands unlike some people. I may or may not have brought that up.

“Y/n, I said I was sorry.” Vinnie sighed as we walked into my apartment. “Yeah, whatever.” I grumbled as I walk upstairs. “Y/n, what’s the big deal? We’ll have another date night.” Vinnie stood at the end of the stairs and I turned midway on the staircase. “And when do you think that’ll be Vincent!? Two months from now!? I’m so sorry but, some of us don’t make our schedule! Some of us actually have to work!” I yelled as I folded my arms.

He glared at me. “You think I don’t work?! I work every damn day Y/n!” He yelled back at me. “Oh please Vincent, your job is being sexy and a photo for fourteen year olds to masturbate to.” I rolled my eyes and continuing walking up the stairs. “At least I’m doing my dream!” Vinnie yelled. “I’ve achieved my dream and got financial stability, you asshole!”

As you can see, we haven’t talked since. The whole dream thing was about me wanting to model and act but, when I decided in college that I wanted to be financially happy and actually have a job I could depend on unlike acting and modeling. Because once you hit a certain age roles and jobs dry up for whatever reason. Plus, who the fuck wants to deal with paparazzi!? Those assholes killed Princess Diana and made Britney Spears’ life a living hell.

Yeah, so I choose my other dream route. Marketing consultant. Sometimes I travel a lot to other firms to study and bring clients to my firm company. While Vinnie gets to sit at home and play video games and look sexy. I get out of my thoughts by feeling another tug. “Can your sexy ass stop pulling the cover!” I speak and instantly regret my words.

I feel the bed move and a head on my forearm. “Did you just call me sexy?” He asked. “No.” I try to hide my smile. “Liar. You know, you said something about fourteen year olds masturbating to me but, I’ve caught you masturbating to photos of me.” His fingers ling on my side before I quickly flip on my back. Letting out a gasp. “You have not!” I said and Vinnie shrugs. “I have too. Hell, I’ve caught you with your secret vibrator pretending it was me.” Vinnie laughs at me as I stare at him with wide eyes.

“I thought I was being sneaky with it.” I mutter as I pout. “Yeah, but you’re very vocal.” Vinnie pinched my side. “Whatever.” I cross my arms and look away. “I am sorry about missing the dinner.” He said before kissing my neck and nuzzling into it. “Yeah, I know.” I sigh as I rub the bridge of my nose. “Sometimes I’m afraid with us being apart so much, you may find someone else. Someone better.” Vinnie quickly shoots up. “That is the most stupidest thing I ever heard you say.” I scowl at him before he continues.

“To ever think that I would leave you because of distance is an insult. I wouldn’t leave you if you had to go to China for three months!” I laugh and Vinnie let’s out a smile. He strokes my face softly before placing a kiss on my lips. “Plus, I like when you’re away and come back to me.” He mutters as he rest his forehead against me. “Why?” I scrunch up my nose. “Because it gives me more pleasure knowing i can fuck you for as long as I want to make up time.”

I smack my lips before responding, “I seriously think you’re a sex addict. You probably have a Fleshlight somewhere.” Vinnie smirks. “Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t. That is one thing you’ll never know.” I roll my eyes. “Okay, Dr. Seuss.”

#vinnie hacker #vincent hacker #vhackerr #bwwmromance #bwwm couples #oneshot #romance #fight #argument

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circle-with-me · 9 months

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You Move Like I Want To

Pairing: Vinny Mauro x Female Reader

Content Warning: 18+ MDNI!!! Porn without plot, smut, teasing, soft dom!Vinny, reader is kind of a brat, vaginal fingering, male masturbation, mutual masturbation, phone sex, facetime sex.

Word Count: 3k

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Author’s Note: All of this started from my daily Vinny post and out of pocket tag by @ovhellfire 😂 Now here is… this filthy piece of work. That’s all I have to say for myself. This was not beta’d so I apologize in advance. Enjoy 😉

Getting your boyfriend worked up was your favorite thing to do, especially when he was away on tour. The longer he was away combined with the tension from your teasing made for incredible homecoming sex. You felt yourself getting wet just thinking about it.

You had been teasing Vinny all day, the poor thing. Sending him selfies with your breasts spilling out more than usual. Showing him the slinky little dresses you were trying on at the department store, making sure to pick out ones with the highest slit possible. He loved your hips and thighs and you wanted to make sure the dresses accentuated them perfectly.

Of course, you had no intention of actually buying them. This was all a game meant purely for your own satisfaction.

Later in the evening you thought you’d share your bubble bath with him. The photos were tame enough in the beginning. The standard bath selfie with nothing showing. It took him a while to respond and you got bored, so you decided to heat things up a bit. You roll over onto your stomach, resting on your left arm and stick your butt out of the water a bit. With your free hand you snap a selfie, making sure to flash your most mischievous smile in the process. Send.

A few minutes later, your phone pings.

Vin 💕 loved an image

“Are you kidding me?” You say aloud to an empty room.

Y/N: I think my ass deserves a better response than that, Vincenzo.

Vin 💕: Sorry, baby. We’re on the bus right now and the guys are right next to me playing video games.

Y/N: You know you have a bunk, right? ;)

Vin 💕: They’ll get suspicious if I go back there this early. You know how Ricky is. He’ll have a camera in my face the second I walk back there.

You groan. Fucking Ricky. Always cockblocking the two of you with his damn updates.

Vin 💕: I’m really sorry baby. Maybe later?

Never one to be deterred, you sit up and lean back against the bathtub. You collect what was left of the bubbles and cover your exposed breasts with them. You angle your phone the way you want it and raise your hips slightly so your pussy is barely visible beneath the water.

“Let’s see how he responds to this one.” You snicker.

The photo had barely shown as “delivered” and he had already responded.

Vin 💕: You better watch it, princess.

You shiver at the term of endearment. He only called you princess when he was especially worked up. The last time you got him to call you princess was not long before he left for tour. You had been bratty all day in front of his friends. He whispered a warning in your ear, much similar to the one he just sent you, but you continued.

The second the door closed and his friends had left, he had you pinned against it fucking you so hard your vision went white and you drenched his cock and your hardwood floors. You couldn’t sit right for days after. He smiled like an idiot knowing it was because of him.

You whimper loudly, the memory sending a shockwave of arousal through your core. Fuck, you were aching for him. Unfortunately for you, he was thousands of miles away and wasn’t offering any assistance.

Well, if he won’t help. You’ll just have to take care of things yourself and show him what he’s missing. Who cares if the guys were next to him and potentially saw the photos? Your cheeks heat up at the thought. Just the idea of them seeing you spread open for Vinny had your brain malfunctioning.

Your pussy is throbbing now and you can’t take it anymore. You get out of the bathtub and dry off. Slipping into your bedroom, you lay down on your bed and make yourself comfortable. Opening your legs you dip your fingers into your folds, spreading your arousal and moaning at the feeling.

You become so lost in your own pleasure that you almost forget about your mission. You blindly grab for your phone and take a photo, your fingers still deep in your cunt. You tilt your head back against the pillow and arch your back so he has the perfect view of your tits.

You press the button to send it and sit your phone back down. You must have lost track of time again because you’re suddenly jolted back to reality by the sound of Vinny’s ringtone. You scramble for the phone and look at the screen.

Vin 💕 wants to Facetime..

Your belly does backflips seeing his contact photo pop up. You could answer it immediately. As wet and needy as you are right now, you should answer it immediately, but where’s the fun in that? So, you let it go to voicemail.

He calls back immediately.

This time, you let it ring twice and then you hit the decline button. You’ve barely removed your finger from the screen and he’s already calling again. You can’t ignore him a third time, you think to yourself.

But you do. You giggle and sink further into the pillows. He was going to be so mad and you’re dripping at the thought.

Vinny calls a fourth time, and you let it ring a few times before you pick up. His face appears on screen, and you were right, he is mad.

“Princess…” he says sternly, the rasp in his voice shoots straight to your pussy. He’s sitting on the edge of his bunk with his arms propped up on his knees, hunched over. His red streaked curls were falling in his face, green eyes boring into you as he impatiently waited on a response.

“Hi baby!” You smile sweetly. Like you hadn’t just ignored his calls three times in a row. He huffs a laugh at your response. You adjust yourself and the camera so your breasts come into view and Vinny’s eyes immediately wander down to them. His tongue darts out to lick his lips and you silently wish it was your clit he was licking instead.

“You’ve been very bad today, baby. Getting me all worked up when you knew I was busy. Ricky almost saw that last photo you sent me. You wouldn’t want that, now would you?”

You bite your lip to stifle the moan that threatens to leave your mouth.

Vinny raises his eyebrows, a hint of jealousy and intrigue on his face.

“We’ll discuss that another time, but right now I think you owe me an apology.”

You stick your bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. “But baby, I just wanted you to see my outfit today..”

Vinny chuckles, “And what about all of those short dresses you were trying on?”

You shrug and look down, tracing the line leading down to your breasts. “I thought you might wanna pick out a dress for our first date when you get back…” You look back up at him seductively and flutter your lashes at him. A hum of amusement escapes Vinny. He wasn’t buying your excuses, but that wasn’t the point.

Vinny smirks at you and scoots back against the wall of his bunk. He rests his phone against the bottom of his stomach, right above his crotch, and the angle has you drooling. It was the same view from when you suck him off and you once again were cursing the distance between you.

“I suppose the bubble bath photos were just to prove you got clean today then, huh?”

Giggling, you nod. Raising the phone you give him the complete view of your naked body. “See? All clean, baby.”

Vinny’s eyes darken at the new angle. His right hand goes out of view and by the way his breath hitches you know he’s touching himself. You wiggle and arch your body, needing some form of movement to release the tension. As you move your legs fall open and Vinny sees your slick glistening in the light of your bedroom. He groans loudly and brings his fist up to his mouth to stifle it.

“Sending naughty photos. Playing with that pretty little pussy without me. What am I going to do with you, princess?”

Traveling down your body, your hand reaches your core. You gasp softly and spread your folds, bringing the phone a little closer so that he can see.

“Talk to me baby. Make me cum. Wanna see you cum, too.”

Vinny could have cum untouched from that sentence alone, not to mention the view. He palms his cock that is straining painfully hard against his jeans. He could do it. Make you cum with his voice and instructions, reach his own climax, and call it a night. It would be the easy option since he was out of town and not exactly alone.

He wouldn’t go with the easy option at home, why would he go with it now? His princess was naked and spread open for him, craving him and dying to cum.

Too bad you had been a fucking brat. You’d have to earn it. You had teased him all day. It was time for him to do a little teasing.

Vinny smirks. “Don’t worry baby, I'll make you cum.”

You sigh and lightly rub your clit. “Thank you so much, baby.”

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

“B-but..” you stammer, confused. “You said you’d make me cum.”

“I’ll make you cum when I think you’ve earned it, princess. Now be a good girl, and listen to me, okay?”

“Yes sir” You mewl.

“Put the phone closer to your face, baby.”

You do as you're told, placing the phone in front of your face so he can see you better. Vinny’s eyes land on your mouth.

“Open up.”

Opening your mouth, you stick your tongue out instinctively.

“Mmm, good girl. You already knew what I wanted.” You glow at his praise.

“Do you miss my cock, baby?” You nod and an “uh-huh” escapes from your throat.

“Show me. Use your fingers and show me how much you miss my cock.”

You bring your index and middle finger to your mouth and slowly drag your tongue from the base to your fingertips. Swirling your tongue around your fingertips, you suck them into your mouth. Vinny tries to hold the eye contact you’re making but is too mesmerized by the sound of you gagging as you shove your fingers further in your mouth.

Vinny would love to get his cock out and pretend it’s him you’re gagging on but the two of you have other areas to explore. He’s going to hold out as long as he can.

“Mmm… Wanna see how wet you got ‘em, honey” he hums.

Slowly pulling your fingers out you release them with a pop. Vinny’s eyes dilate as he watches the saliva drip down your hands and onto your wrists. Despite him not giving you permission, you stick out your tongue and lick up your arm collecting the saliva as you go. He shivers and you hold back a smile.

“Baby… let me see those gorgeous tits. Want you to play with them for me.”

You bring your saliva slicked fingers to your nipples and gasp softly. Tracing circles around your nipple slowly your free hand massages your other breast. Vinny licks his lips while you pinch and roll the buds between your index finger and thumb.

“Honey, can you get up for me? I have another idea.”

Nodding, you sit up and scoot towards the edge of the bed waiting for further instruction.

“Sit down at the foot of the bed. On the floor.”

You do as you're told. You had no idea what he was planning but you wanted to cum so you weren’t going to question it.

“Good girl. Now, prop the phone against the mirror in front of you so I can see you. I want to see all of you.”

Placing the phone against the mirror, you reposition yourself against the bed. You bend your knees and spread your legs, making sure to give Vinny a view of everything.

“God, If I wasn’t across the fucking country right now…”

You giggle and play with your breasts some more, sliding your other hand down your stomach and to your thigh. You make a show out of rubbing your breasts and inner thighs, softly moaning and rotating your hips. You were throbbing and if he didn’t let you touch yourself soon, you were going to explode.

“Rub your thighs for me, baby. That’s it… fuck…” Vinny palms his aching cock and the closer your hand gets to your pussy the more he wants to touch himself but not yet.

You couldn’t take it anymore though.

“Vinny, baby. Please. Please let me see your cock. I want to see you touch yourself. I’ll be so good for you, my sweet boy, please.”

Every ounce of self-restraint he had in that moment melted away in an instant. His mouth was so dry he was barely able to croak out an “okay”. Vinny was so flustered he couldn’t get his belt off quick enough and was muttering expletives as he fought with it. You giggle and he shoots you a glare before relaxing into a smile.

Vinny finally conquers his belt and pushes his jeans and boxers down, his cock springing free and slapping against his belly. The tip was bright red and leaking. You grip your thigh and flex your hips upwards, silently and futilely begging for him to press inside you.

He watches you intently, placing his hand around his cock. Vinny whines, throwing his head back. He gives into the feeling and slowly thrusts into his fist. His face is twisted in pleasure and he’s already starting to sweat. Your eyes follow the curve of his jaw, down his Adam's apple. You’ve never wanted to sink your teeth into the flesh of his neck so badly before.

As much as you were enjoying the show, you were being selfish and feeling severely neglected. You shove your fingers back in your mouth and whine to get his attention. He doesn’t move his head, just looks down at you and smirks.

“Enjoying the view?”

You whine again, pouting around your fingers.

Vinny chuckles. “Aww, is my princess feeling neglected?”

You nod, still pouting.

He adjusts himself against the back of his bunk, hand never leaving his cock.

“You’ve been so good, honey. Why don’t you put those fingers to better use? Touch that pretty pussy for me”

Your hand flies to your mound massaging your swollen bud. All of the teasing and anticipation had built up so much tension that you felt dizzy from the pleasure. You apply more pressure and you see stars, your legs involuntarily shutting at the feeling.

“Uh-uh. Open your legs. Now.” Vinny says firmly.

With a whimper you open your legs, lazily drawing circles around your clit. You were so worked up and desperate for more you couldn’t keep still, your other hand keeping you upright as you squirmed against the carpet.

“I’ll let you play but you have to keep your legs open for me. You’ve gotta let me see. Understand?”

“Mhmm.”

“Do it again and you don't get to cum. I’ll make you wait until I get home.”

A shiver runs through you at the thought. He wouldn’t be home for nearly three weeks. You couldn’t wait that long and he knew you would obey him if he told you not to touch yourself.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me and keep your legs open?”

“Yes sir.” You nod enthusiastically, opening your legs wide for him.

He sighs in satisfaction. “Princess. I want to see how gorgeous you are when you finger your pussy.”

Your mouth drops open, a shocked squeak following. Wasting no time, you plunge two fingers into your drenched hole. You pump them in and out slowly, taking your time because you know Vinny wants to see every move you make.

The slow movements weren’t enough to satisfy the ache but you were happy to get any kind of relief at this point. You open your eyes to see Vinny fisting his cock, his eyes fixed on your cunt. Moaning loudly, you grind down hard against your fingers, the ache for him growing even stronger. You could feel the tightening in your belly and knew you weren’t going to last long.

Vinny sees your pussy clench around your fingers and knows you're close. His fist tightens around his cock but he wants to wait. He has to wait until you’re done.

The soft sighs that are falling from your lips. Your whines. The moans. The way your body is arching. How beautiful you look with your fingers in your soaked pussy. Vinny is completely enamored by every single part of you and he cannot stop staring. He tries so hard to wait on you but that all goes to hell as soon as you call out his name.

“Vinny… please…” He could listen to you beg for him until the end of time. “Cum with me, baby.” and that’s all he needs. Vinny cums with a choked sob. His stomach tenses and his legs shake. Warm cum spills over his hand, dripping down and around the rings he’s wearing. When he comes down you’re still shaking and crying out for him and he wishes like hell he had another in him because he swears it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“That’s it, baby. That’s my girl. Doing so good for me.” He coaxes you through your orgasm until you’re out of breath.

Once you catch your breath you crawl towards the phone and grab it. You lay back down on your bed and focus on him. He had placed his phone against the wall and was removing his rings, cleaning his hands with a dirty t-shirt that was nearby.

“Ya know, if I was there I would clean up all of that for you. Rings and all.” You giggle, licking your lips.

Vinny’s head whips in your direction.

“You better watch it, princess.”

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slasherstories123 · 1 year

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You're "New Beginning" story that you made for me was so beautiful, that I cried. I was hoping maybe when you have the time, you could do a part two? Where the S/O and Vincent date a lot, and that she bought Vincent a new sketchbook and artist pencils.

Bo wanted her back, even though he said it's over, he got bored. Until he caught her actually dating Vincent after he climbed through the window with a small bouquet. The S/O refuses to go back to him of course, she loves Vincent now.

If you don't want to, you can just delete it and ignore it

New begging pt 2

Word count: 1.6k

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Ever since the break up with Bo, it tore you apart, but his twin was there to bring you back up, you didn’t want to be with Vincent just yet, and he respected that. Waiting for whenever you were ready, when you did, he was happy, Ecstatic. Honestly, he treated you better than Bo did, you two always spent time with each other in the basement where he worked, or crafted. Even teaching you a few drawing skills. Mainly, you’d watch him draw or paint, always putting his hair in a braid or ponytail so no art products would get in it. He was grateful for it, grateful to have you for himself. You were happier with Vincent. Compared to Bo, he’s sweet and gentle.

Since Lester came to town, you decided to get groceries and other items from stores, thanking Lester for taking you as you got back home. Waving at the truck pulling off. You put up all the food that belonged in the cabinets and fridge, leaving a certain bag out. Black hair tickled your neck as you put up cans of soup, giggling to yourself, knowing who it was. “Hello to you too Vince.” Turning around, you hugged your boyfriend. His arms wrapped around you, returning the hug, chin resting at the top of your head. “I got you something,” You pulled away to grab the bag, smiling at the small head tilt he gave you, taking it to see what you got. It was a large sketchbook and sketch pencils. You paid attention to his art supplies, seeing that most of his sketchbooks were filled and the pencils were low.

“I thought you could have a bigger sketchbook, plus it was on sale, made me think of you.”

The man smiled under the mask, gently tilting your head upwards so his masked lips could kiss your forehead, his way of saying thank you. You kissed his mask cheek. “You’re welcome, Vinny.” You took a good look at him, his back was still kinda hunched forward, indicating that he’s been sitting in a chair for hours. He looked sluggish. Tired even. “Is this your first time coming out of the basement since I left?” You cupped his masked face ever so gently. He shamefully nodded, hair tickling your nose, you rubbed it so you wouldn’t sneeze. “Vinny you gotta learn when to take breaks, your health matters.” His soft hands grabbed your wrists, thumbs rubbing against your veins. He understood.You hated it when he didn’t take breaks or would spend up to hours working on art or sculpting figures.

His forehead rested against yours, making you laugh. Looks like he really missed you today. Sounds of plastic filled both of your ears. Vincent turned around to see his twin brother at the door with a bouquet of flowers in his right hand, wearing the blue suit he’d always wear at the church. Tilting his head upwards to look at the two of you. He stood there silent. You had a feeling that you knew what he wanted to say. You whispered to Vincent, giving him the bag and telling him to go downstairs, you’ll meet him down there.

He looked at Bo and complied, nodding his head and leaving. Now that you two were alone, you leaned against the counter and crossed your arms. “Bo?” You spoke. The man took a few steps forward, handing the flowers out in your direction. “I…” He paused, you moved your hand in a way telling him to continue. “I want you back darling.” “I’m not your darling. Not anymore, you had your chance and you blew it. Badly.” He was taken back by the response.

“Come on Y/N don’t be like this…”He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. Okay?” It was rare for Bo to even apologize at all, so it caught you off guard, only a little. Shaking your head, you pushed the flowers to his chest. “I will accept your apology, but I’m not getting back with you, as you can see, I’m with Vincent, and am much happier with him. Like I said, you had your chance, plus, you were the one that broke up first, remember?”

He didn’t say anything, eyes filled with an emotion you couldn’t describe. Plus, he never acted like he wanted you back until now. It was like he didn’t care at first, but got bored. You weren’t gonna make that mistake. He might do the same things again, you weren’t going to fall for it.

“So, you can take those flowers, and give it to the next woman that comes to Ambrose, I’m sure she’ll love it like I would’ve done.” You gave him a smile, patting his shoulder, leaving the man alone in the kitchen to pounder in his thoughts. Ever since the breakup things have been weird, especially since you had to stay with Bo in order to play your role in getting the victims to trust you, but after a while everything was fine. You thought he was fine, going back to his old self since he didn’t have to worry about a partner, who knew he'd turn around and try and ask you back despite him breaking up first.

As you left the kitchen, you ran into Vincent, just by his body language, you could tell he was guilty. You sighed. “You heard everything, didn’t you?” He nodded slowly. You hugged him, feeling slight tension be released from your shoulders. “Just know that nothing is going on. I’ll always be with you.” His body slightly tensed up, but hugged you back, Glad that you chose to stay with him. “Now come on, I’d like to see more art you made since I was gone. After that, you’re taking a nap, it looks like you need one.” You could tell he was happy at the sentence, head slowly nodding. Plus, a nap sounds good. Holding your hand to guide you to the basement, where you could praise him for the beautiful art he’s made.

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VINNIE HACKER X Y/N

JOKER X HARLEY QUINN MASQUERADE BALL

TW: rough sex.

KINKTOBER SPECIAL!

A/N: I do not know if I will contiune to make KINKTOBER stories for the reminder of October… if y’all really like this one then I might Aswell!

But trust me December will have a new special everyday!

you and vinnie had decided to go to a Halloween masquerade ball, you got ready dressing up as harley Quinn, while he dressed up as the joker.

once you were done you took some selfies, photos, and vinnie snapped you a photo…

he looked so fucking hot…

you started to think it all the things you would do to him while you were alone….

you put your phone down finishing your makeup.

you made sure to call up Jack Harlow, and urban. Jack was getting ready when you called.

urban picked up “hey my love… what’s up?”

Y/N: “urban… I have a question sir… what are you dressing up as for the masquerade ball?”

urban: “Batman… why?”

Y:N: “fun… sounds kinda hottt… I’ll be attending as harley quinn you know we should meet up… I wanna talk in person…”

you say clicking your tongue.

urban: “sounds perfect… let’s meet up by the entrance… since I’m coming with Jack and your coming with vinnie… signal to me and we’ll sneak off.”

he said with a smirk on his face.

you had such a bright smirk after that call… you were curios if Jack knew anything about your arrangement…

you finished up your pony tails and, headed towards the masquerade ball, you texted vinnie:

“hey Vincent… I’m headed to the masquerade ball”

“alright Y/N see you there. I’m going over Aswell.”

you quickly arrived you saw so many people, but urban, Jack and vinnie were yet to be there.

you went inside, coming across Jack…

who was dressed up as a vampire…

“hey Jack… how are you… you look fabulous…”

“I’m great Y/N… thank you… you look delicous”

you felt some sexual tension…

you grabbed a cup with red wine as a waiter passed by.

“thank you Jack… maybe I’ll let you have a taste…” rubbed your hand down his crotch to his knee….

you walked away graceful.

Jack Harlow’s POV: I saw Y/N’s beautiful harley Quinn costume… Y/N looked so hot, before Y/N walked off, they slid their hand down my crotch… I was so turned on… I kept my eye contact and felt… just entranced… I wanted to fuck Y/N right then and there… I saw Y/N walk towards vinnie…

I’m not sure what, Y/N was planning… but I couldn’t help but be intrigued even if I didn’t want to… I knew my soul was aching for Y/N.

Your POV:

you walked off seeing vinnie… but you saw urban too… urban was distracted so you rushed over to vinnie. you kissed him slowly… “fuck… Y/N… someones horny huh?”

“yes vin… I’ve been in a heat… glad to see you looking so hot”

“ you know… we could go into the bathrooms….”

“vin… *kiss* be patient… tonight is all about me… and you and the rest of them have to earn your time with me”

you giggled….

you surprised all 3, you wanted to let loose and just have fun tonight…

you walked off to urban, with your red wine almost finished… “hey urban… you look smoking hottt…”

you say Moaning at the end of your sentence…

“you look better… you know… I could use my strength to rip those fish nets off”

it was WAY, too early into the night for you to engage into any sexual fun…

but… “urban.. follow me”

you quickly led him,upstairs you slowly started to makeout with him… you didn’t give two fucks… you just needed someone.

URBAN’s POV: Y/N is… breath taking and just so sexy… I kept grinding up onto her… making her moan loudly… I was hoping that vinnie could hear… I was enjoying this so much…I feel like I can’t control myself when I’m around Y/N, slowly Y/N started to kiss my neck causing me to groan… I was so ready to start fucking her… but she grabbed my shoulders slowly grinding onto me… and have me a kiss before kneeling down…

“Y/N what are you doing?”

Y/N, didn’t answer… I let out a gigantic groan…. feeling Y/N, work my growing bulge with their mouth…

my pleasure was short lived as Y/N, stopped and left me with a kiss…

YOUR POV: you had some fun with urban, Jack and vinnie….

you kept walking around seeing cake auctions, all types of drinks.

you took some drinks and started to grove onto the dance floor having some fun…

you slowly made your way downstairs bumping back into vinnie…

“come here vinnie… let’s dance”

you both got into the 1st dance floor, dancing, grooving…

he spun you around…

you both were having the best time….

“Y/N…. your making me horny… let’s head over here”

he lead you into a room, their were low lights…

it was clearly gonna be used but you both didn’t care…

you slowly made out with vinnie…

his hands were all over your body… You knew he could be rough…but you wanted more…you felt yourself wanting more from him… you pulled away kissing him again… he pushed you on top of a table…your body was pressed against each other… he unbuttoned your shirt and ran his fingers along your stomach… he sucked on your breasts…

you moaned quietly…you could see the fire in his eyes… he wanted to take your clothes off but he wanted to do it slow…He moved down, slowly unbuttoning your pants… you could feel yourself hardening… you bit his lip asking him what he wants to do next… he smirked… “take it… I promise we can go slower…” you smiled at him… you unbuttoned his dress shirt pulling it off him, you kissed him deeply, his lips were moving against yours… he started to rub your clit through your underwear.

You moaned loudly as you felt yourself getting closer to orgasm…you moaned softly against his lips trying to hold back… he kissed your neck and bit it… “fuck vinnie! I’m so close!” he kissed you and started to push your underwear down your legs…

you moaned louder… you felt your pussy starting to get wet… you reached behind you grabbing your panties off and tossing them aside…

you felt your pussy starting to drip.

you felt urbane…

you started kissing vinnie… you both were in sync, as you started to thrust into vinnie… He moaned as you hit him in just the right spot… you moaned louder, feeling the orgasm starting to build…

“VINCE!!! I AM SO CLOSE!!” you screamed at the top of your lungs.

Vincent pulled out…

he was dripping with sweat… he was breathing heavily. He grabbed you and helped you up… you were both still panting heavily…… you both made out some more… slowly you both got redressed and spent the rest of the night together…

THE END!

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dannnnnny666 · 10 months

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Complete Lego Ninjago Rewrite - Spoilers

Hello Ninjago fans!! After watching a few videos about problems people have with Ninjago, I got the urge to rewrite all of Ninjago, which include the Pilot, the 15 seasons, Day of Departed, the Miniseries, and the Lego Ninjago Movie. I am not going to rewrite Dragons Rising, the Mini-movies, comics, books or video games because that would be too much work and I haven’t seen any of them but if you would like to go ahead. I will be making this on ao3 and each chapter will be one episode, I am still trying to decide if the pilot should be one or two.

However, the reason I am making this post is because I want to know what I should add or remove from the series to make it better. Ideas that I have so far, in no particular order, are:

Make Nia a more third dimensional character in the first few seasons

Change the reasons that Jay and Cole gain their true potential

Give actual reason why they can't use some abilities again; like spinjitzu, elemental dragons, their ultimate potential, etc

Make the ninja have a reasonable reaction to what is happening to them, not just making funny quips or having temporary effects that only last a few seasons episodes but long term effects that develop their character.

Have Cole come out to his father in s1 ep9, The Royal Blacksmiths, because one (1) that episode can be interpreted as an allegory to coming out so why not go all the way and two (2) there are about 4 blink and you miss it queer things that happen in Ninjago (a lesbian couple dancing in s12, 2 guys kissing in s14, a pride fall on Sally’s van in s15, and a rainbow crosswalk that sometimes shows up) so I am going to add more representation.

Fix Lord Garmadon in s8 and onwards

Make Misako less redeemable (she toters in between extremely neglectful and trying her best so much but I think being neglectful would give Lloyd a bit more spice and would let her realize she was wrong and give a bit of character development)

Let Garmadon and Vinny date

Let the girls have more problems then just guy problems

Fix plot holes

Have the inhuman parts of Lloyd be foreshadowed

Let Morro come back

Let Lloyd turn into a Oni for a bit to fight the Overlord in s15 and have him not be able to stop

Fix season 3

Fix season 11, mostly the first part but the second too

Make a sensible timeline and have how long each season takes so we have a reasonable age each character is by the end of Ninjago

Make The Lego Ninjago Movie follows the rules that were previously made in the series. I don’t care if it is supposed to be in the universe of the Lego Movie, the series had rules on how everyone's abilities worked and you erased them. The mechs can stay though they were cool.

Those are all the ideas I have but I want to know about any other ideas, problems or solutions that anyone has about Ninjago. I want to rewrite the series in a way that shows that while I think some things need to be fixed, I still love it. I will be starting with the pilot and s1 so I mostly want to know people's ideas relating to those episodes but all ideas are welcome.

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rainestorm05 · 6 months

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Ramshackle Origins Perditions/Head canons

First up, the somewhat easy one, Stone: Since us doodle followers for the Ramshackle fandom, we already know about Stone's sister Avrill. Knowing that our boy was from a rich family, I can guest two causes on what I think became his downfall to the streets. The first one being they lost their parents at a young age, giving big sister all the inherited money to spoil rotten. Leaving Stone resenting both her and the rich assholes he had to deal with for most of his life. And since he probably had no one else to talk about his problems, he resulted in one of adult's common solutions to cope; alcoholism. My guess is that during his drunken state, he did something so ridiculously embarrassing, Av disowned him into the streets to save her and the family's public image. Or two, parents never died and just favored Avrill more for probably being more sociable. And instead of being somewhat good parents and teach their son the ropes, they just expect him be like that and be disappointed when he fails. Same outcome would happen, only the parents diched him in the streets.

Next, the golden retriever incarnated, Skipp: I like to think his parents were good people who loved him very much, however, unfortunate circumstances happened. Mom was a sweet town baker until dying from childbirth, and dad was a kind and musician dreamer who tried to raise him as best he could but couldn't financially do it in the end and had to give Skipp to an orphanage for a better chance in life. Unknown to him at the time, that place became his son's number one hell until he met Vinnie, who both decided to take their chances at the streets knowing they're not wanted, and no one wants to adopt them.

Lastly, Vinnie, the goblin leader: Judging by her natural chaotic nature to scam as much people as she can, I like to think either both or one of her parents are wanted criminals. Why they gave her up? Either they didn't want their kid out on the run with them for all her life and wanted her to have a better life, or they got her by accident, and didn't want any parent responsibilities to distract them from their heists.

If I get right in any of these for the show's futures, then yippee! If not, then all when, I just did this for fun.

#ramshackle #zeddyzi #headcanon

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calholic · 1 year

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HIII!! I just started reading your posts and I love the way you write :) I can't wait to read part 2 of your lastest Tom x Reader, I liked it a lot✋🏻✋🏻<3

T. KAULITZ x READER

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you and your band went clubbing with tokio hotel

★ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: swearing, mentions on alcohol

★ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: omg tysmm 😭 i literally love youuu anyways here’s pt. 2 for you queen ❤️ AND unfortunately guys there will be no good ending #spoilers oops…

you woke up the next morning, restless from the night before. vinny, pauly and jolie were still asleep but you didn’t know about bill and the others. you quickly got in the shower, getting ready since you smelled like a mix of burgers and alcohol. you tried to stay silent so you didn’t wake anyone but tom was standing outside the bathroom once you got out. you jumped a little since he caught you by surprise. “oh it’s just you,”

you walked off before he could answer, trying to avoid him. you were only covered in a towel since you left you your change of clothes in the room. you could feel tom’s eyes checking you out and as you walked away he whistled at you. secretly you didn’t mind the attention but at the same time you were mad he was so unaware about what happened last night so you just ignored it and walked back into your room. jolie was already awake once you got back and you told her about everything. “so yeah i think i’m moving on from him. last night, bill told me he went in the bathroom with a girl,” you explained.

“no way, he’s such a man whore,” she said. “yeah and i got out the shower and i could feel his eyes on me, like he was checking me out,” you said. “god he’s acting like nothing happened and the way he flirts with you and has the nerve to flirt with other girls is so gross,” jolie said. bill walked into the room after and asked if you guys wanted breakfast. “sure, are georg and gustav awake?” you asked. “not yet, i’ll go wake the while you wake pauly and vinny okay?” bill said before leaving. you and jolie woke the two up and got ready to go to your guys’ favorite diner.

you guys walked to the diner since it was just two blocks away. during the short walk, you stayed away from tom and made sure you didn’t walk by him. jolie, you and gustav got to talking about the menu and what you guys were going to order and shortly after you guys made it there. you surrounded yourself by pauly and gustav so you wouldn’t have to sit by tom.

you started talking to gustav and slightly flirting with him, attempting to make tom jealous. you laughed at everyone gustav said and would grab his shoulder or arm. it seemed look work a little since tom couldn’t stop looking. you have to admit it did feel good to see him like that but it all ended once the server arrived. tom’s attention immediately shifted away from you and gustav but instead towards a certain part of the waitresses body. shocked but no surprised, you rolled your eyes and looked down at the menu.

after you guys all finished eating and started heading back for your apartment, vinny spotted a festival going on. “you guys wanna go check that out?” he asked. “sure but can we go back first? i need to change my clothes really quick,” jolie said. “yeah i’m still wearing clothes from yesterday, we’re gonna go back to the hotel real fast,” tom said. “the clothes you fucked that girl in,” you whispered under your breath. tom didn’t hear what you said but jolie and bill did. “alright then meet you guys here in a few,” pauly said as you guys ran back to the apartment.

you decided to get changed as well since your outfits wasn’t the most flattering either. “were you flirting with gustav at the diner?” jolie asked. “why? could you tell?” you aske hoping she wasn’t the only one that did. she scoffed, “yeah, tom was staring you down too, i think you made him jealous or something,” she said. “yeah that’s what i tried to do but he still seems so clueless,” you replied. “maybe things well get better tonight,” said jolie. the two of you got done changing and went outside where pauly and vinny were waiting.

you guys made your way back to the festival and it seemed the others hadn’t arrived yet. you gave bill a call and he said that they would be a little late since they got in trouble with their manager for not coming home last night. you and jolie decided to walk around a bit while vinny and pauly waited for them at the entrance. “this place is huge,” you said. “yeah and there are so many food stands,” she replied. “anyways, what’s your plan with tom?” asked jolie. “i don’t know, i think i might confess tonight,” you said. “okay bold, but i’ll support you. what are you going to do if he rejects you,” she asked. “probably die,” you said.

you guys walked around a little and took some pictures as well. a few moments later you saw the others and you ran up to give gustav a hug. you noticed tom was looking which made you feel better, you all started walking around together now, exploring the festival. there were surprisingly lots of people there and food stands. georg saw a tried to hit on a girl that he saw and when he failed, everyone laughed. it felt mean but it really was funny.

bill wanted to go get some lemonade and you guys left after that since it was starting to get boring. you guys started walking back to your apartment until tom approached you but before he could say anything you walked away from him to go stand by jolie. deep down you knew it was childish but then you thought about what happened last night and your mind changed. you guys have already decided to hit another club tonight just we’re just going back for a pre party.

you all took a few shots and just chilled for a bit before leaving. “so when are you guys leaving?” asked vinny. “tomorrow, we have one last gig and they’re we’re going to the next city over,” said bill. you thought that this might be the last opportunity to confess to tom since you wouldn’t see him for a while after. your plan was to confess and if he didn’t like you then fuck it since you got it off your chest. a few hours passed and you were all ready to go. “hope this club has hot girls,” you overheard tom saying to pauly.

you rolled your eyes and you guys left. when you arrived at the club, it was indeed filled with a lot of women and you knew tom was going to flirt with them. you walked straight for the bar wanting to get wasted more than anything tonight. you ordered a few rounds of shots and jolie cake up to you a few minutes later. “slow down ______,” she said. “i just want to get plastered tonight,” you replied. “why don’t we get away from the bar?” jolie suggested. “fine,” you said, getting off of the bar stool.

you guys walked over to the dance floor where you saw bill and vinny dancing. you started laughing since vinny was a bad dancer. “nice moves vinny,” jolie said as the two of you walked up to them. “hey bill,” you said, slurring a little bit. “are you drunk?” he asked. “no,” you replied and chuckled a little. you guys continued walking and ended up by the vip section. jolie’s expression changed as you two looked around in there. she started acting weird, pushing you away from the area and suggesting to go some place else.

you didn’t know what was wrong until you looked closed and saw tom. he was surrounded by girls, you stood there watching him. you couldn’t move for some reason and you were trying not to cry. jolie tried pulling you away but you wouldn’t budge.

once you locked eyes with tom you let jolie drag you away. at this point you let all your tears out as you heard jolie cursing tom out. you wanted to see bill and tell him that he was right, that tom was a playboy who would never be in a relationship. you felt so dumb for thinking he could like you back. jolie took you to the bathroom and gave you a pep talk. “get your fucking life together ______, you’re overreacting over a boy that’s not even worth it, i hope you know that,” jolie said harshly. you knew her love was tough and that she didn’t mean to hurt you when she said this. you wiped your tears and got up to fix your makeup. “you’re right jolie, i don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you replied.

you tried convincing yourself that you weren’t hurt and it worked a little, you knew that the sadness would but like a train later but for now you needed to be strong. “can we go home now?” you asked jolie. “uhh yeah let’s just go get the others,” she said. you guys left the bathroom and went to go get bill and vinny first. “bill,” you called out when you saw him. you gave him and hug and he could tell something was wrong. “you okay?” he asked. “you were right bill, tom’s a bitch,” you said. he just hugged you back, knowing you needed the comfort. “i want to go home now, can you go get the others?” you asked. “sure, i’ll go get tom and georg, i saw them together last,” he said.

you called pauly to ask where he was and he said he’d meet you guys by the entrance. you then called gustav who said he was by the bar and would meet you guys by the entrance. you, jolie, and vinny decided to go ahead and meet at the entrance too, waiting for bill and tom. you guys were waving for a taxi but the streets were very busy tonight and no cab would show up. finally bill and tom arrived and you guys were all waiting for a cab now. it was silent and very one could tell something was up. it’s not like tom was ashamed to be seen hitting on girls, but tonight was different.

he must’ve took the hint that you liked him once he saw the hurt in your expression when you guys locked eyes. you had your arms cross, avoiding any sort of contact with tom.

you guys knew you had to get two separate cans since there were eight of you so to break the awkwardness, pauly started calling for a cab again. “______ listen-“ you heard tom saying as he walked up to you. you didn’t turn around to face him but instead you wished for a cab to show up right in that moment and luckily one did. “we’ll take this one first, i think you guys should get back to your hotel,” you said quickly as you signaled the others to get in.

as the cab drove away you could see tom’s expression through the car window. you knew it was heartless but you did it anyways, you were tired of being the one with the broken heart. just like you expected, the emotions hit really hard once you got home. everyone was gathered around you trying to be there for comfort. everyone each took turns comforting you and giving you talks. pauly even suggested that the group would stop hanging out with tokio hotel all together.

you laughed because both band were best friends and you wouldn’t let them ruin a good bond over something like this. a few days later bill called. tom tried reaching out but you blocked all his calls and avoided his texts. bill said he was confused and to why you’ve been acting up and he said he explained it all to him. you thanked bill for giving you some closure. you were letting go and moving on from tom, but sometimes you would see him at awards shows are some occasional hangouts between your two bands. it’s been a few years now and it’s safe to say you both moved on.

★ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: yall i’m sorry for shitty ending i’ve been trying to get this out my drafts and at the same time i’ve been lazy so i wasn’t giving my all in this fic 😭 i promise more fics will be coming with better endings

#no proofreading we die like men #2000s #tokio hotel #tokio hotel fanfic #tokio hotel x reader #fan fiction #2000s music #2000s fashion #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz fanfic #tom kaulitz x reader

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Playful Kiss - Vinny Engagement Smut/Fluff

Request: Vinny proposes to you which leads to the craziest best sex the two of you ever had. After you tell everyone he proposed like he didn't just rearrange tour insides.

AN: So I varied slightly from this, opting for instead more of a rushed or quicky sex scene because they had a place to be to be able to let everyone know, so I hope that is okay. It just seemed to flow a bit better. I will include the photos that were used as inspiration for their poses at the end, thank you google!

Also ya'll better be ready because this one is a doozy, almost 5000 words! Enjoy! (Also had to include a photo of vin being adorable because why not?)

Shoutout to @tearfallpixie I was really struggling with the proposal scene and she helped me immensely!

“I really like this dress on you, it compliments you really well mama,” Vinny says. Stepping up behind you in the mirror and wrapping his hands around your waist, a playful kiss being left on your cheek. You feel your cheeks blush slightly, always loving the attention he gives you.

“You look pretty handsome yourself, thank you for agreeing to take pictures with me. I just thought it would be fun to do some,” you say softly, turning around to give him a kiss. “We don’t really have any really nice photos of us.”

“We don't, you are right. And luckily I happen to know several photographers,” he says with a playful wink before backing away from you. “Speaking of, Rick sent me the location we are going to. It is in the woods because he said the colors are great out there right now. I know he had some ideas in mind, the couple he has shown me I thought were fun.”

“Sounds good, Let me grab a jacket and I’ll be right out.” You answer, moving to slip your shoes on and find your favorite sweater. You follow Vinny out the front door a couple minutes later and get into the warm car, music playing in the background softly.

The drive was short, about 15 minutes before you showed up at the photo location, noticing Rick was already there messing with his camera. He had a tripod set to the side in case he needed it but other than that the clearing was empty, mostly coated in red and orange leaves that had fallen the night previous. You both get out of the car, greeting Rick with a smile.

“Thank you for doing this for us,” you say with a smile.

“You’re welcome, okay so here is what I am thinking…” he says, moving the two of you how he wants in the leaves with the trees in the background. To be honest you are excited to see how these turn out, with all the vibrant colors around you. Autumn is such a beautiful time of year and you think the photos are going to turn out beautiful.

“Okay so the two of you are really playful together so I want to take that route in your photos instead of traditional poses, maybe a couple traditional ones but I want to show what you are like as a couple. So the first one I had in mind was something with you on his shoulders like this,” Rick says, showing you a photo on his phone. It was a picture of a girl sitting with her legs over her man's shoulders and looking down at him with a huge smile on her face as he stabilized her by holding her arms out. “I figured it was easier to show you what I am thinking instead of trying to make you do it by instruction.”

“Yeah, I get what you want. Here y/n,” Vinny says, kneeling on the ground in front of you so that he can set you on his shoulders. You giggle when he does because of the fact you almost fell off at first before you got adjusted. His grip was tight in yours so that you didn’t slip again and finally he found his footing so he was able to stand up.

A couple moments later Rick says he got a couple good shots and decided that it was time to move on again. While he was thinking about what to do next Vin had thrown you over his shoulder, hanging you backwards. As he did so more leaves fell from the trees and you looked up in awe, loving the feel of the wind in your hair.

“Oh wait, let me catch a few like this. This is totally fitting for the two of you,” Rick exclaims, moving to capture a couple of you flung over his shoulder. You giggling as Vinny messed with you, a big smile on his face as well as on yours.

You are honestly kind of glad he had one of his friends do your photos, someone that knows the two of you well enough to come up with ideas that just fit your personality other than normal, boring couples photos. The two of you truly are pretty playful, you like teasing one another and messing around… to the point that sometimes it really annoys everyone around you.

Rick continues moving you around for another few poses, a couple of the two of you laying in the leaves, a couple kisses he managed to capture, many laughs when you have thrown leaves at each other and messed around. You are excited to see what it is going to show in the photos because it was so much fun taking them.

“Oh! I have an idea for one. Mama, come here.” Vinny positioned himself to face the camera and pulled you into his arm, hugging you against his chest and resting his chin on your shoulder. You were confused but just went with it, feeling one arm wrap over your shoulder and the other hovering next to you. There were a couple of clicks of the camera behind you before your drummer quickly pulled away. You didn’t miss the grin on his face and the blush on his cheeks but it has been chilly all day so you figured he was just flush from the nippiness in the wind.

“Okay, I have one last thing I want to do unless you have any specifics that you want. So y/n, turn your back towards Vin… yeah like that, towards me. And Vin- oooh I like that. Perfect. Okay, good.” You smile as he clicks the camera a couple times, even though you are confused about what exactly Rick is doing but you trust it’ll end well.

“Okay, y/n you can turn towards Vinny now,” Rick calls to you, not looking up from the screen of his camera.

You turn around and almost instantly gasp when you see Vin down on one knee in front of you, holding a ring out. Your lip instantly pulls into a pout as you fight your tears back at the fact he is doing this right now, beyond happy.

“Y/N, will you marry me?” Vin asks with a huge smile, he already knows that you are going to say yes. That man knows you way too well, and he knew when he was thinking about asking you that you would automatically agree, confident in the fact that you love him. He is pretty sure he could ask you to do literally anything and you would agree with it.

He also knows that you hate having attention drawn to yourself so he would probably get punched if he tried to do this with a lot of people around, and that you wouldn’t want some extravagant speech. You just would want it to be the two of you, something simple.

You nod, smiling as you hold your hand out for him to put the ring on for you. Not sure what you should say right now while all of this is happening, he genuinely shocked you and caught you off guard. You were not expecting him to ask you like this, that was the furthest thing from your mind when you were getting ready for today.

As he slips the ring on your finger he leaves a light kiss on your hand before he stands up, his hands instantly settling on your waist before he leans in to give you a proper kiss. Wanting that closeness in the moment, wanting the confirmation that you are here and agreed. When you broke apart he bent down and wrapped his arms around your legs, lifting you up and spinning you in circles.

“Yes!” He yelled, laughing as you clung to his shoulders. You giggled as you admired his bright grin from above. This man was yours for good now and you couldn’t be happier.

Both of you honestly forgot Rick was standing there capturing everything as it was happening, both losing track of time as you had your moment. The wind picking up and swirling the leaves around you again as if it was celebrating with you. He lowered you to your feet gently and placed another kiss to your lips before pulling back to admire your glowing smile.

“Thank you for saying yes, Mama,” he says softly, now using his thumbs to wipe away a couple of your tears that fell from your eyes.

“Thank you for finally asking,” you tease him back before turning your head towards Rick. “I’m assuming you knew this was happening?” Rick only offered a smirk in response, still letting you two bask in your happiness a bit longer. “Thank you for helping Vin plan this.”

“You’re welcome, I’m happy to be part of this for you guys. Do you want to take a couple photos that are more like engagement photos with your ring? We can do a couple quick ones of you two kissing and stuff before we finish if you would want to,” he offers.

“You have done more than enough for us Ricky really, I think you have gotten plenty,” you answer with a smile on your face. “You definitely got more than I thought you would already.”

“And we have to go get changed and everything before going to Chris’ for dinner,” Vin says, his hand finding yours. “As much as I really do not want to,” he whispers in your ear.

“Sounds good, I will start editing tonight when I get home and send them off to you. Hopefully they’ll be exactly what you want them to be,” Rick says smiling at both of you as you all walk towards your cars to leave. Getting in so that you can make the drive home and change before you have to make your way to Chris’ place.

About half way home Vin’s hand settles on your thigh, gently squeezing it a couple times before shooting you a quick smile. His hand then slides up your thigh under the skirt of your dress, you know what he is trying to do and decide to ignore it the best you can for the rest of the drive. You aren’t going to make it easy on him, if he wants some before you have to leave he can work for it.

When the two of you make it back to your house you slip in, making your way to the bedroom intending to change out of the dress but quickly realize you can’t reach the zipper by yourself, you are going to need Vin’s help which means he likely is going to convince you to give him what he was hinting at in the car without directly telling you.

“Hey babe, can you come help me quick? I can’t get the zipper down myself,” you call to him, unsure of where he wound up in the house.

A couple minutes later he makes his way into your shared bedroom shirtless, moving to stand behind you. One hand is resting on your shoulder while the other starts to slowly draw the zipper down your back. He leaves a kiss to your now bare shoulder before moving your hair to one side, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek before moving to your ear, so close to you that you could feel his warm breath across your skin there.

“All I could think about earlier was getting you out of this dress, I wasn’t joking when I said you looked amazing mama,” he whispers softly, leaving light touches on the now bare skin of your back and shoulders.

“Then how about you just do it Vin?” you ask him, turning to face him, your own hand now trailing his bare chest softly. Teasing him in your own way like he was doing to you in the car.

That was all that it took before his lips were on yours, his hands brushing the sleeves of your dress down so that it would pool at your feet, leaving you in just your bra and panties in front of him while he continues to kiss you like a starved man.

With the dress now off of you he pushes you towards the bed, when the back of your legs hit it he pushes you down onto your back before pulling his lips away from yours long enough to slip his own jeans and boxers off before he settles himself over the top of you. Quickly his lips find their way on your skin again, settling on the skin by your collarbone as he reaches underneath you, unclasping your bra and throwing it across the room and out of his way, his mouth closing around one of your nipples right away. Sucking it into his mouth, lightly biting before soothing the sting with his tongue before moving to the other.

“Shit mama,” he groans when you reach down between the two of you, taking his erection in your hand and stroking. Trying to get him fully hard for you, wanting him to get some pleasure from you like he is currently doing for you. Truthfully you get off on knowing that he is, that he is enjoying what you are doing to him as he does stuff to you.

His lips leave your skin for a moment while he looks down at you, his lips on yours again for a moment. Short, gentle pecks that are unlike what the two of you are currently doing to each other, like he had to take a quick break to remind you that he loves you before he continues having his way with you.

One of his hands rests on yours, making you stop stroking his cock for a moment while he looks at you, meeting your eyes.

“My turn,” he growls, forcing your hand off of him before he shoves you back down on the mattress and moving to settle a bit further down on the bed. You know what he is about to do, but you still aren’t prepared when he settles between your thighs, tongue instantly running against your folds as he begins to devour you. Lips quickly wrapping around your clit and sucking harshly, this man is determined to bring you as much pleasure as he can in this moment.

“Fuck mama, you’re so wet,” he groans, pulling his lips away from you long enough that he can look up at your face. He wasn’t expecting you to be watching him, but you are. Enamored with seeing him work you over, how excited he still gets over getting you off. “You taste so good.”

He slides two of his fingers inside of you as he still watches your face, his own resting on your thigh as he watches you let out a breath, your chest heaving slightly as you take in a breath when he begins thrusting his fingers inside of you a couple times.

He moves back to what he was doing, working your clit with his tongue as he continues to flick it and suck on it. Wanting nothing more than to pull you over the edge with just his mouth and fingers before he is inside of you. Wanting you to be wet and ready for his cock before he fucks you, because he fully intends to give it to you rough. Just how you like it.

One more flick of his tongue and thrust of his fingers have you coming undone with a moan, your back arching up as he continues his motions for a few more seconds, working you through the high before he pulls away. Pulling his fingers into his mouth to lick them clean before meeting your eyes.

“Fuck baby, you’re so hot when you come undone for me,” he groans as he moves up from where he is at.

Letting you wrap your legs around him when he kisses you again, you tasting yourself on his lips as he continues to softly kiss you, letting you relax slightly before he continues.

Lining himself up with your entrance he slowly slides in, groaning at how wet you are, how tight you are around him as he begins thrusting into you. Only taking a few thrusts before picking up the pace, his hips hitting yours rather roughly, making you whimper as you are now sensitive from your own orgasm.

“Shit Vin,” you groan, wrapping your legs around his waist as he goes, knowing he likes it when you pull him in like that.

“Fuck, can we shift mama? Want you to ride me,” he asks, a couple soft groans slipping out before you agree. His hands settle on your waist as he pulls out of you, flipping you both so that he is now laying underneath you as you sink yourself down on him.

“Shit, just like that,” he groans, his hands on your hips as he helps guide you as you start to work yourself on his dick. Maybe not quite as rough as he was with you but enough that both of you find yourself getting close as you continue to do so.

You watch his face as his eyes close when he lets out a gasp, loving the look that is running across his face as he slowly comes undone underneath you. His eyes open again and settle on your hand when he watches you reach down to start circling your own clit, finding yourself close again.

“Shit that is so hot, love watching you fall apart on me,” he pants softly, feeling you clench around him. He knows you love it when he talks to you during the act, when he tells you what he is enjoying, how attractive he finds you. Seconds later you shudder, your second orgasm crashing over you as you slow down your movements slightly.

Vinny feels himself close to the edge so he holds you against his chest now, thrusting into you before he cums inside of you with a groan, a few more soft thrusts before stopping. Holding you against his chest in his arms as you both lay there basking in the afterglow for a moment before you move, lifting yourself off of him so that you can clean yourself up in the bathroom quick.

“Oh shit, babe, we are officially late for going to Chris’, we better hurry to get ready and get there before he is too pissed,” Vinny calls to you, you giggle when you hear him trip over his pant leg as he starts pulling a pair of jeans back on.

You slip out of the bathroom and quickly throw on a shirt and jeans, figuring good enough as you watch Vinny bound his way downstairs to go warm up the car. You move to try and fix your hair that has now become a frizzy mess before giving up and just pulling it into a messy bun before slipping your shoes and jacket on, following Vinny to the car so you both can be on your way.

“So, how long do you think it’ll take before anyone notices your ring?” Vinny asks you, holding your hand and running his thumb over it as he drives down the road. He can’t help himself but to touch it, wanting to feel like it is real and that you actually said yes.

“I don’t know, Chris and Mia (first name I thought of, sorry) can be kind of oblivious when they want to be so we shall see I guess,” you answer giggling, squeezing his hand softly. “It really is beautiful, I love it Vin.”

“I know, I made your sister help me pick it out when we had an off day on the last tour, so that it would be something you would like,” he says, smiling as he watches the road. “I’m honestly shocked she kept it a secret from you, the way the two of you talk to each other all the time.”

“I can’t either actually, that bitch,” you say, teasingly as you continue to watch out the window, Vinny pulling into Chris’ driveway.

“There are a lot of cars on the road, I wonder if someone is having a party or something around here,” you say softly as you step out of the car, making your way up the steps.

“Uh yeah, about that,” Vinny answers sheepishly as he opens the front door to Chris’ house, all your friends cheering the second you open the door. “I knew you wouldn’t want everyone being there when I asked but I wanted us to celebrate with our friends.”

You smile, telling him thank you before you start giving hugs to your friends who gave you congratulations, all of the girls wanting to see the ring as you talk with them, being surrounded by their love and support for the two of you.

“Dinner was already dropped off and ready, but you guys chose to show up late for reasons I doubt I want to know so we should probably make our way to the dining room,” Chris says, smiling at the two of you.

You make your way over to him, pulling him into a hug so that you can thank him for hosting this for you, setting it all up so that you could celebrate with everyone. He really is thoughtful and kind, you appreciate everything that he does for all you guys.

You all make your way to the dining room, where there is a lovely dinner catered from your favorite restaurant in town. Everyone sitting down to eat while asking you about how Vinny asked, what he did, to see your ring, etc.

You learned that Vinny didn’t tell anyone how he was going to do it, that even Rick didn’t tell his girlfriend Naomi just that he was helping with it.

“We were getting some photos done today because I have been wanting some nice ones of us and he asked during the photoshoot, catching me completely off guard. It was perfect honestly,” you answer, a smile forming on your face as you think about it again.

“I brought my camera cord so we can hook it to the tv, I can show all of you the video after we are finished eating,” Ricky says with a smile.

“Wait, you got a video of it? I thought you only got some photos of it,” Vinny asks, glancing up at him.

“You both were so distracted you must not have noticed I had my tripod, I had it set up and ready so that I just had to quickly hit record before you asked. I figured the two of you would enjoy having a video of the moment on top of the photos I got today,” Ricky answers. “Consider it a gift.”

“Thank you Rick, that was really thoughtful. Thank you for all that you did for us today, really. And thank you again Chris and Mia for hosting a celebration dinner for us tonight. I love all of you guys and appreciate what you all do for us,” you say, feeling happy tears starting to pool in your eyes as you look at everyone around the table.

“Oh no, you are not allowed to cry because you will make me cry,” Mia says with a laugh, smiling at you brightly from where she is sitting across the table. You can’t help but let out a laugh at her words, feeling the love that is behind them.

Everyone finishes up eating and make their way to the living room while Rick sets up his camera, pulling up the video so everyone can watch it. The girls all sharing their awws as they watch Vinny sneak up behind you, pulling you into a hug and holding the ring out with a finger pressed to his lips for a photo like he was saying shhh don’t tell her.

“I was trying to figure out wtf you we’re doing with this pose you fucking sneaks,” you say, giggling as you keep watching the video.

Watching the moment that he asks makes you smile, happy tears forming all over again as you relive the moment of him asking, of the two of you celebrating as he swings you around with a huge smile on his face. The girls around you all saying aww and sharing your happiness as they watch the moment while sitting around you.

“You two are the cutest I swear, and it is so fitting to do it that way. I think it was perfect for the two of you,” Naomi says, holding Ricks hand where they sit after the video had ended.

“Like the annoying little siblings I didn’t know I needed,” Rick teases, smiling at the two of you brightly from his spot next to her. “Thank you for letting me be a part of it Vin, I had fun planning it with you.”

“Thank you for doing it, of course I would want my best friend in on it man,” Vinny responds, looking over at his friend with a smile of his own.

You can tell by the look on Vin’s face that he truly means it, that he is truly overjoyed as his hand is in yours, his thumb still lightly playing with the ring on your finger as you sit there talking with all of your friends.

He will have to get that video sent to him so that he can send it to his parents, knowing that they will both be overjoyed to know that you said yes because they love you and have been on his ass about offically adding you to the family.

“Okay but for real, why we’re you guys late if you we’re coming from the photoshoot after changing?” Ryan asks, glancing at the two of you from across the room.

“They just got engaged, I think that is a stupid question dude. Just think about it for a moment,” Justin answers before taking a sip of his drink. He almost spits it out when he sees Ryans face go from curious to absolutely disgusted in the matter of seconds.

“Okay, nevermind, I shouldn’t have asked,” he says, turning slightly red when he puts two and two together.

Everyone laughs at his reaction when he realizes what likely happened, all having fun being with each other and in one another's company. You leaning into Vin’s side as you start to get slightly tired but still enjoying being with all your best friends. You couldn’t be happier at how the day ended, even if it wasn’t how you had planned.

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