#v or vinny or vincent is fine

[unknownadvisor]

Dropping in to say hi and drop A silly in

His name is also Vinny (Btw if you want me to draw a silly of yours in return lmk!)

i hope the mirror thing gets across haha, since we have the same name i thought it might be cool to draw both of us. i also have no idea what welcome home is but it sounds like a game i would play(? series i would watch?)

[icybloggs]

God blesss😮‍💨

[mundoperla]

Vincent Sinclair with a shy S/O

One day a bunch of teenage boys come and there openly flirting with her, while she did the job for Bo since there was no females to flirt with.

She came back to Vincent aggressively painting nude paintings of her in explicit positions something he’d never do because he was too shy. Catching her watching him, he finally did what he wanted to do out of anger

Sorry if it’s too much you don’t have to do nsfw if you don’t want too <3

HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEGI

𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.🔞

Vincent Sinclair x shy Fem!Reader

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— Despite your reserved shy nature, you’ve got someone who’s the exact same eating that act up behind the scenes.

⚠️‼️tws;; creepy ass dudes saying creepy ass things, brief mentions of violence, vinny boy having indecent thoughts abt you, p in v SEX👺, fingering kind of??, overstimulation, basement sex too ig u could call it

i want him so bad

Lester hand already let you and his brothers know another group was being directed to Ambrose so guests were expected at some point in the day. Bo had asked you to stay at the station while he went back to the house to retrieve a few things, you understood what to do and what to say, how to be even just the smallest bit comforting despite being aware of what was to come to the unfortunate few who were to step foot into the town.

The loud honking of a car horn had startled you from the mindless scrolling you were doing on your phone, looking up through the glass doors to see a group of boys roughly around college age in the vehicle. Two of them had gotten out and walked into the shop, the usual ask of a fan belt was brought up and you got to your fake search for one.

“ Are all the girls around here as fine as you are? “ one of them whistled at you, you could feel your stomach drop in disgust but you merely laughed it off and continued to stay on the subject of the fan belt they needed. Reluctantly trying to swerve into a different conversation just so that the comment could be forgotten.

“ Hey come on now, he asked you a question and you’re not gonna answer ? How ‘bout once we finish up fixin’ our car you come out with us ? ” The second one stood straight behind you, his eyes were glued to you which made your anxiety worse.

“ I don’t think so. There isn’t a fan belt here it looks like.. try the house further up the road, not that far of a walk from down here. Bo should have spares up there. ” at this point you just said fuck it to trying to remain calm, you were screaming on the inside looking for every excuse in the book to get these fuckers to piss off.

Despite your efforts, they kept insisting that you leave the town with them to go who knows where. The last three guys in the vehicle outside poking their heads out to gawk at you like the pair inside. You were exhausted, tired, and you wanted more than anything for them to leave.

But most importantly, you wanted to see Vincent.

You weren’t too sure where he was or what he was doing, you naturally felt too afraid to bother him whilst he could be working. But god damn did you need to see him right now.

Luckily for your sake, Bo had came back. He could tell by your body language that you were uncomfortable, giving you a look of what could almost be described as worried.

“ You can head out, Vincent’s probably in his lil’ cave. I’ll take it from here.”

• • •

Vincent’s hands trembled as he hastily sketched onto the sketchbook he had flat on his desk. He felt sick at the thought of any of those men eyeing you down.

He wasn’t upset at you for anything that had transpired, he was upset that your timidness was turning him in at the most inconvenient time.

Bo had buzzed in to let Vincent know what had happened, to which Vincent was furious for but he also wanted to be there for you while it happened.

But of course, his mind wandered.

Would you cower if he made a bold comment towards you? Would you stutter on your words if he called you gorgeous? Would you do all of these while he made you writhe on his-

This was dirty.

Your shyness was always adorable to him, one of his favorite things about you to be exact. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you any of these raunchy thoughts so instead he uses his own abilities to get as close as possible to seeing you in your most vulnerable.

His head could only be filled with mental images of you in positions he couldn’t even name. His hands merely transfering it onto the paper in front of him, ripping each page of his sketchbook out onto the floor to later shove in a folder somewhere where nobody could ever see but him.

For fucks sake, now was an inappropriate time to be aroused. Yet his own desires persisted leaving him more frustrated than before. HE deserves you, HE’S the only one who should make you flustered and leave you stuttering. You understand this too dont you?

Would you still be shy if he had you stripped entirely for him on his bed? when he had you bent over his lap as he curled his fingers inside of you? Jesus the mess you’d make on him would drive him bat shit crazy. He’d completely shatter you in fromt of all of those men to show who you belonged to. He can’t stop this, god he needs you so terribly bad it hurts. Won’t you-

“ Vincent? ”

His head snapped to his left where you were standing. He didn’t hear you come down.

You picked up some of the sketches from the floor and stared at them, the same familiar blush creeping up on your cheeks the more you looked as well as scanning the page he was almost completed with. Vincent was relatively open with you about many things, but never with sexual topics out of fear you’d be disgusted.

All he could do was look at you, unsure of how to react by being caught drawing his own set of ‘material’ of just you. You’re equally as flustered as he is, however you’d be lying if you said you weren’t as turned on as he was.

You open your mouth to speak again but you’re immediately cut off as Vincent slams his sketchbook onto the floor and tosses you up on his table, hurrily moving his mask up to reveal only his lips to clash into your own. His calloused fingers are roaming your legs and all along your torso, everything is moving so fast you’re completely left with no room to cower. His mouth moves down from your jawline to your neck, further down as he begins to practically rip apart the shirt you were wearing, coincidentally it being one of his own.

“ Hey- H-hey Vincent! ”

Your words go through one of his ears and out the other one, he needs you now and he’s tired of waiting. He’s still pissed off from earlier, he needs to mark you, leave your brain scrambled so you can only think of him, let you and everyone else know who exactly it is you belong to. His long black hair drapes over his masked face, pooling through your fingers as you grab a handful of it whilst he continues to rip apart your clothing, leaving you completely bare on his table.

He’s struggling with his jeans to get them off him all whilst trying to scoot you closer to the edge. Once he’s fully put of his own garments he wastes no time inserting himself into you.

Vincent wont wait for you to adjust to his size, he’s rutting into you like a man possessed. His hands are squeezing your hips tightly, leaving deep purple bruises in their place. The mask still left his lips uncovered, enough for him to bite and kiss at your chest and shoulders.

It felt like the tip was battering the inside of your cervix, with every thrust it felt as if he was fucking all the air out of your lungs. There was only so much you could do in this position — let out one pathetic whine after the other as your boyfriend completely obliterated you.

Where can he cum first? your face? your stomach? your back? in your mouth? keep squeezing him the way you’re doing now and he’ll fill up your cunt with his load until he’s completely run dry.

Vincent purposely edges himself, he won’t let himself have his own release until he feels like you’ve had enough of your own.

You’ve came for him more times than you can count, your pussy feels so sensitive the more he rips another orgasm out of you. You’re well aware he’s enjoying the sight of his pelvis and his thighs covered in your juices.

All the pretty sounds you let out are his notion to keep going, flipping you on your stomach to have you bent over for him, one hand still firm on your hip whilst the other lands occasional slaps onto your ass. You’re gonna stay down here until he’s done.

Or at least until another buzz of the radio comes in.

“ Three on their way to you, last two’re at the house with me now. Be ready. ”

You can feel Vincent squeeze you ince more before pulling himself out of you begrudgingly. The sudden feeling of emptiness causing you to whine.

He wasn’t done yet. He had more to do with you.

Your hands manage to reach out to grab the sleeve of his jacket, pulling him in for another kiss. Despite his previous behavior this is what flustered him the most.

Putting your semi-torn clothing back onto you, he carries you over to the mattress he had settled in the corner of his workspace. He began to walk to tbe stairs to handle the guests that would be arriving soon, just before leaving he hears the ting of your voice;

“ When you get back let’s continue where we left off! ”

•••

[pondslime]

Ok stupid question but I had to ask BC I love the way you answer things haha 💓💓 (Sorry if that was worded weirdly)

So Jonesy (I think that's the dog's name in House of Wax) from all the Sinclair brothers who do you Jonesy likes the most and who do you think likes Jonesy the best?

it's not weird at all!! now that my HOW brainworms are back, any excuse to ramble incoherently about this dumbass movie and the characters is like. PURE gold. lmao 💀

okay, so imo, vinny is definitely the favorite. the first place where we see jonesy in the movie is in the wax museum and that is def not a coincidence!! they were hanging out!! jonesy just got bored of watching her dad labor over the fine details of the wax titty & wandered upstairs.

they're best friends!! I just know it!! that shot where vincent's turning wade to wax? and jonesy jumps up on the bed? the CUTEST. rip wade 🙏 but?? I adore that sm.

and he takes the puppy w/him when he goes to murder blake & paige. unhinged dog dad behavior if I've ever seen it. I can 100% see them both quietly coexisting in the same space together for hours on end—vincent sculpting and sketching, jonesy napping next to him. padding upstairs in the middle of the night to have a midnight snack. UGH

I v much also subscribe to the line of thinking that lester doesn't live in corpsetown & has a lil shack of his own in the woods. but he absolutely hustles up to the house routinely to bring jonesy weird roadkill snacks and play w/her in the backyard. if anyone in the family is committed to getting her energy out, it's v much him. they're just outside for hours n hours tossing a mangled deer leg around and kicking up dirt. I feel.

as for bo. well. he v much strikes me as the kind of guy who pretends to be fairly ambivalent about the fact they have a dog running around. if jonesy ever stirs up trouble or chews thru smthn, he's the first one to be like, "UH??? it's your fuckin' dog?? I ain't never ask for this??"

v much onery dad energy. he catches vincent giving jonesy some food off his plate and immediately starts talking about how he's spoiling the damn dog and THIS is why she knocked over the garbage can & got coffee grounds and eggshells all over the kitchen floor.

never mind that he's always giving her scraps of whatever random concoction he's eating. she's chowing down on eggo waffles and beef jerky and hostess snacks whenever he's around. but no, it's vincent who spoils her. sure, jan.

he wants a huntin and fishin dog, but he's not much of a hunter or a fisher. so he gets a couch potato that sits next to him while he drinks beer and rewatches old spaghetti westerns. and he totally doesn't care about it or like her. totally.

[gltzgghln]

i think they’d make good friends

[jtsfavslut]

Desperado [GD]

Description: Grayson participates in the famous November challenge, but Y/N has made it her mission to make him fail. 

Warnings: Ahh yes...smut, cinge, idk what else 

Word Count: 2.5K+

Touch starved.

The term was an understatement for your current situation. Why? Because your boyfriend decided to participate in the famous no nut fucking November. To say you hated it was another understatement.

You despised how committed he was to it. And to make matters worse, he didn't shave either.

And you being you, you were a whore for Grayson's beard. It was mid-November so it was right where you liked it, a bit past the scruff period.

Every Time you looked at him, your core did nothing but ache. Your legs clenched at the memory of how good he felt between them, his big arms wrapped around them; Holding you close to him as he made you cum for the 4th time that night with just his fingers and mouth.

"Penny for your thoughts?" His voice ranged in your head making you shake your filthy thoughts and memories away.

"Hmm?" you hummed turning to look at him, a smirk on his face disappearing when he licked his lips, coming back short after.

"Whatcha thinking about?"

"Nothing," you shrugged it off, but he knew. Grayson was fluent when it came to your body language, knowing what everything meant, even the slightest movement.

"Nothing? You've been staring at me and cleaning your legs, you're biting your lip and you're flushed. I know that look from a mile away, Angel," he taunted, making you turn your head and look away, scoffing in response.

"It's just hot in here. You have the heat all the way up," you murmured before getting up and walking away. 

"Are you serious?"

"It's just really hot in here that's all" an idea comes to mind and you strip your hoodie.

Grayson raises an eyebrow, already knowing where you're going with this "really"

"Yeah just really hot" you take your shirt off as well, leaving you in a bra and jeans, you were about to take off your pants before he verbally stopped you.

"Angel, don't you dare," his voice was stern and rough, letting you know you were working him up.

"What? I'm not doing anything bad, I'm gonna go swim," you replied before walking away, a smirk on your face, "To each their own Bailey, to each their own,"

"Keep it up, y/l/n," he whispered but you were long gone to even hear it, your feet dipped inside the cool pool water as you looked up at the clear sky.

Your attempt was a slight fail, it was good, just not good enough to crack Grayson.

Grayson Dolan was stubborn. Maybe as stubborn as they came, you blamed that on three things; his cockiness, his ego, and the fact that his top three had an influence on his personality.

But you couldn't give it. You had made it your mission throughout the entire month of November.

It was now the last day of the month, and you needed Grayson to crack. You needed him to crack hours before the month ended. You wanted to be as close as he could, yet as far as he could. Your plan was evil, perhaps it was, but it wasn't fair that you were forced to compete in a ridiculous, immature, high-school like bet.

You were sure this plan was going to work. You felt it in your bones. You were clever enough to use one of Grayson's qualities, and a few of his traits against himself.

If there's anything that Grayson was, other than stubborn, was dominant and jealous. One wrong look from a guy and he was railing you, fucking the pretty out of you, not that it worked since in his eyes, your prettiest state was when you were fucked out. Hair frazzled into all sorts of directions, a few beads of sweat dripping down your hairline onto your forehead, mouth slightly opened as deep, tired breaths fell past your lips, sore shaking legs, chest rising up as your eyes closed. A sight only he got to see, a sight he caused.

Your skimpy blood-red dress clutched onto your body in the most perfect way, a pair of matching heels covered your perfectly pedicured feet, a pair of silver snake earrings held onto your ears, and a simple matching snake necklace adorned your neck. A silver purse completed your outfit as you applied the last bit of gloss and highlighter you needed before slipping out of your vanity, grabbing your phone before leaving your room, walking towards the couch where Grayson laid on, a pair of gray sweats, with air forces, were present on his body.

"I'll be back around 2 am, don't wait up for me," you spoke, your nails suddenly becoming more interesting than a shirtless Grayson, "Peace you," you turned to walk away before his voice suddenly stopped you, a smirk making its way on and off of your face before you turned back around to face him.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, placing his phone down before sitting up straight, his once hazel eyes scanning your body up and down.

"Out, where else?" you carelessly replied as he chuckled.

"Out where? With who?" he questioned, a dry chuckle falling past your lips as you shook your head, clutching on to your purse.

"The club, with Vinnie, invited me out for some drinks," you replied, only receiving a glare and a scoff.

"Since when do you go clubbing?" he asked and you shrugged.

"Since when do you care?" you scoffed, "Anyways, he's here, I need to go, have fun," and with that, you were gone.

You were out the door, as Grayson's anger increased. Sure, he did trust you. But he also knew about your history with Vincent.

He knew everything, from how you went from best friends to fuck-buddies, to best friends again, so he felt a bit uncomfortable with you going out for drinks with someone you spent countless nights with.

Vinnie however, was aware of everything. He was your last resort. You knew how jealous Grayson got whenever he was around. Of course, he agreed, knowing how sexually active you were. He knew you couldn't last a month. He was in fact surprised you had gotten this far without touching yourself, which he knew because you told, just like you did with everything else.

"Do you think this will work?" He asked, taking a shot of the tequila he had ordered, "Like was he mad?"

"He was furious, you should've seen his face," you replied after swallowing the aged liquid, the slight burn giving you nothing but satisfaction, "He should be checking my location right about now," you giggled when the tiny typing bubble popped up in your texts with Grayson. It had been a few hours since you left, meaning Grayson was probably getting ready to bring you home and punish you for being bad and bratty.

"Hey, if he doesn't give you what you want, just know, I'm always up for you," Vinnie smirked, flashing his hand on your face, rings adore his fingers, as black nail polish perfectly laid on his nails.

"In your dreams Vincent," you playfully smacked his hand, knowing he was only playing around.

"You're right, you know? I liked you more when I had you to myself," he scoffed, shaking his head, taking another shot letting out a groan at the taste.

"Oh please V, I'm sure you have plenty of entertainment around," you rolled your eyes as you stared at his hands.

Oh, how you wished Grayson would accomplish your wishes of painting his nails black, but he claimed it was simply not his style. Of course, you understood, but you still wanted him to do it, it was, after all, something you found incredibly attractive.

"Not really, no one offers what I need, you know? They all like that vanilla shit, with the aftercare and soft shit,"

"But you did that with me?" you asked confused but he just shook his head.

"Because it's you. You gave me what I needed. But anyways, your boy toy is here," he spoke as he noticed Grayson walk in. An angry look on his face as he caught a glimpse of your back and Vinnie’s face.

"Ughh, finally," you scoffed as your core throbbed, your mind suddenly imaging certain scenarios on how Grayson would take you.

"What are you doing here?" You asked as soon as you felt his presence next to you, his cologne slapping you on the face.

"I came to pick you up and take you home," he said, no emotion laced with his voice, you mentally rolled your eyes.

Your hand reached up to Vincent's, intertwining your fingers with his before letting out a whine, "But we just started to have fun,"

"I don't care. We're leaving," he spoke before leaning down close to your ear, "You're gonna get it as soon as we get in the car,"

"Ughh fine. You're so boring. You should take a shot or two sometime," you dramatically sighed before letting go of Vinnie's hands and grabbing your phone and purse, "I'll see you another time V, love you, take care," you said, sending him a smirk in an angle that Grayson couldn't see.

"Love you too, don't do anything I wouldn't do," he waved you off as Grayson carefully dragged you out of the establishment. He had parked his car in an empty and abandoned parking lot, having a plan thought out for when he arrived at where you were at.

He opened the back door of his Tesla, before throwing you inside, making sure you wouldn't get hurt, but wanting the message that he was upset to get across, "You think you're funny? Acting like a whore, wearing a slutty outfit to go out with Vinnie? Teasing me all fucking month long, acting like a fucking bitch," he spoke as his fingers came in contact with your jaw, squeezing it in the most perfect way.

Never in his life did Grayson think he would call a woman a whore. But when you came along, you brought a Pandora's box with you. He wasn't sure degrading a female would get him laid, but you introduced it to him, at first it was weird, but he took a liking to it, only with you.

"I didn't do anything," you pouted against his hand, making his other hand squeeze your hip.

"Did I tell you to speak?"

"You asked," you scoffed, eyes widening as a burning sensation spread over your thigh, followed by a moan.

"Open," he muttered, tightening his grip on your jaw, making you open your mouth before he leaned down, doing something you thought Grayson Dolan would never do, "Swallow," he muttered after spitting in your mouth. You did what he said, no questions asked, and no ounce of hesitation in your body, "good girl," he whispered before moving down to between your legs.

His hands explored your legs before you felt a couple of cold things making you look down to find a couple of rings on his fingers, yet no nail polish.

"You wanna behave like a whore, I'll treat you like one," he smirked at your facial expression, he was loving every single second of what was happening, "Mouth of fingers? Never mind, you don't get to choose, don't you dare make a sound," he muttered before pulling down your underwear.

Your body slightly jumped and the long-awaited feeling of his fingers. You bit your lip, feeling so touched that just the slightest feeling of his two fingers spreading your arousal around, "Look at you, so desperate, and wet. It's pathetic," he chuckled making you shake your head before throwing it back as he slowly slipped a finger in, just one, feeling satisfied as you spread your legs and threw your head back, he added another one, and you felt out a whine, earning a thigh smack from him, "I said no sounds,"

He dipped his head down, just feeling the presence of his mouth near you pussy was enough to make you bite your lip, and hold back a moan as he pressed soft kissed on the inside of your legs, fingers wholly moving in and out of you, until he finally placed a soft kiss on your clit, and started moving his fingers faster.

You quickly moved your hand up to your lips, muffling any sound and moan that slipped out. The feeling of euphoria and ecstasy spread quickly over your body, and a knot started forming on your lower stomach at how good Grayson was eating you out and finger fucking you.

"Gray, Grays please," you started chanting his name, not being able to hold it back any longer, the amount of pressure building up was much more than what you could handle.

"You wanna cum for me Angel, Wanna be a good girl for daddy?" He teasingly asked, his fingers moving at a pace that you thought was impossible.

"Mhm, I do please. I'll be a good girl I promise,"

"Let it go, cum for me," as soon as the words slipped out, there was no holding back, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as you let a pornographic like moan, squirting all over his face and making a mess in the back seat of his car, your vision had truly gone white, never feeling something as strong before, not that you minded, you loved every single second.

"Oh my God," was the only thing you managed to breathe out, finally opening your eyes after a few seconds, Grayson was above you, his white shirt having some wet patches, showing how good he truly made you feel.

"I don't think you should be saying his name right now," he smirked as you shook your head, "Not after this mess you made in my car, at least,"

"I know a perfect way to make up, but you know, it's still November so," you smirked, looking at your watch, the time being 11:51, he had nine more minutes.

"Really? How so?" He teased, picking you up as he sat down, placing you bare half on his black dress pants.

"To make you feel really fucking good, right here. In this car, and you can do anything you want to me," you smirked, palming him through his pants, his bulge was apparent, but you were running out of time. 11:55

"But it's only valid for today," you added, unblocking his belt before lifting yourself up to pull his pants down, You spit on your hand before moving it, just to make him harder and work him up a bit more.

"But you have to say yes,"

11:59

"Fuck just do it," he groaned before placing his hands on your hips, making sure to align himself before slamming you down on his dick.

12:00

"Look at you, couldn't even wait one more minute," you struggle to say as he bounced you up and down on his dick, loud groaning falling past his lips at how good you felt around him.

"Shut up,"

Please I am so sorry!!! This is so bad and gross, and I got carried away...I also wrote this in like an hour!! But I said I would do it so here we are!! Anyways yeah, if you made it here because you read it I love you!! And big thanks to @blazedgraysons for helping me and motivating me to write it, I love you bitch!!! 

[freakiish]

When Hating You Feels Good for the Night

I am in a hate relationship with Vinnie right now

Smut

Vinnie Hacker is the most aggravating person I know. He’s so beyond cocky. He knows that he’s so attractive and girls just fall at his feet, he uses it to his advantage all the time. Posting thirst traps to boost his ego further. Getting away with things by victim blaming his supporters. He makes my blood boil.

Just now, looking at him put on his little act for Alex’s camera is killing me. I want nothing more than to smack him across the face. Living with this every day is absolute torture. “Are you okay y/n?” Kouvr asks. “Fine.” I say through gritted teeth, getting up to go outside and get as far away from this house as possible for some air. It was quiet outside, not cold but slightly windy making me chilly. I stop at a little concrete spot quite a bit away from the house to sit down.

The sky is pretty tonight, one of the only times I’ve ever been able to see the stars in LA. My peace and quiet is interrupted by foot steps behind me, someone wrapping a jacket around my shoulders. I look up to see Vinnie, I roll my eyes. “I came out here to get away from you.” He chuckles lowly, “you’ll never get away from me, princess.” “Don’t call me princess.” “Or what?” I look up again to see a shit eating grin on his face. “Go to hell Hacker.” He sits down next to me, “what did I ever do to you huh?” “Believe it or not not everyone needs to be wrapped around your finger Vincent.” It’s quiet for a minute. “You’re a fucking brat you know that?” My heart is beating so fast I could swear I’m having a heart attack. I yell, “who the fuck do you think you are Vi-“ I’m cut off by his big, ringed hand around my throat pulling me in until our faces are inches apart and my eyes go wide. “No. Who the fuck do you think you are?” He says through gritted teeth.

He crashes his lips onto mine and I forget how to breathe. “You need me to fuck some sense into you right here y/n?” I don’t know what to say. As much as I want to flip him off and go back to the house, I feel myself getting more aroused at the thought of what could happen if I stay.

I slam my lips back onto his and straddle his lap. My hands travel all over his body while his lay still on the back of my thighs. I slowly grind down on him letting small moans escape my lips. He pushes me off him, “lay the fuck down.” I do as he says and lay myself down on the cold ground. “Strip.” I take my clothes off in a matter of seconds. “For someone who hates me so much you’re very eager aren’t you?” “Shut up,” I say then his hand slaps my face making me gasp, he squeezes my face in his hand making me look at him. “Watch your mouth fucking whore.” My nipples are hard from the mixture of the cold air and my arousal, his hands go down to pinch them in his fingers. He caresses me up and down stopping at the top of my pubic bone teasingly. “I don’t even know if I should touch you. Should I just leave you out here naked like the slut you are?” He slaps me on my face again, “Answer me,” he demands. “I..I-please touch me.” I can barely talk, he smiles at me, spreading my legs with his hands. He leans down close to my face, “You need to learn some respect you fucking brat.” His middle finger finding my pussy and rubbing it up and down making me gasp. My hand grabs onto his forearm for support while he teases me. He brings his fingers up to my mouth, “suck.” I take his fingers in my mouth looking him in the eyes while I suck on them. “Fuck such a dirty little girl, who would’ve thought.” He takes his fingers out of my mouth bringing them back down to my pussy and slowly slipping in two fingers. His cold fingers make me arch my back up and moan. His other hand covers my mouth as his fingers pump in and out of me faster. It’s hard for me to keep my composure as he fingers me. “Are you gonna cum on my fingers princess?” I nod my head vigorously as I can feel the build up in my lower stomach. “Keep your legs open go ahead and cum for me.” And I’m letting go all over his fingers, and I can’t stop my body from moving around.

Vinnie let’s go of my mouth and I let out a loud groan. My body convulsing as I lay helpless on the cement. Vinnie brings himself down in between my legs, “need to get a taste.” I look down and our eyes lock as he brings his mouth down to my pussy licking it up. My mouth opens wide and my hands go to his hair as he starts sucking on my clit. I throw my head back and let out a loud moan. “Fuck Vinnie.” “You like that? Dirty little brat I shouldn’t even be pleasuring you.” He smacks my thigh. Both of my hands grip at his hair as he eats me out like his life depends on it. I can feel my orgasm building up again. “Holy fuck Vinnie I’m going to cum again.” He stops briefly, “yeah? Cum for me again whore.” I let go and it feels even better than the first time. I hold Vinnie’s face down as I shake and moan coming down from my high. Vinnie comes up and I’m breathless. I see my juices glistening around his mouth and nose as he grabs me by the back of the neck crashing our lips together.

He gets up and takes his shirt off and I look him up and down. His bulge is prominent in his tight pants and that only makes my pussy throb more. “I’m going to fuck that little slutty mouth, get on your knees.” I get up on my knees as he’s undoing the zipper on his pants. Taking his dick out I can see all the precum on his tip. He’s so big it’s intimidating. I take his cock and lick the precum off looking up at him. I wrap my hand around the base spitting on his dick then taking him in my mouth slowly. I start to bob my head faster. “Shit,” he throws his head back. Taking his big hands he pulls my hair out of my face settling them on the back of my head. He looks down at me as I take more and more of him down my throat. “Come on princess no hands.” I remove my hand from his dick and he starts fucking up into my mouth. He pushes his dick all the way into my throat making me gag around him. My eyes water and he pulls out letting threads of my saliva fall down my chin.

“Bend over bitch,” Vinnie says, I put my ass up in the air and his hands connect with it hard making me yelp. “Always such a bitch,” and another smack, one after another until I’m crying out “Vinnie please it hurts.” “Oh does it whore?” One more hard smack to my already throbbing ass and he rubs over my cheeks planting a soft kiss to each.

He takes his dick rubbing it around on my pussy, slowly pushing in the tip. “Fuck Vinnie.” He pushes in all the way letting me adjust to his size. He starts to move and I begin to rock back and forth with him. He grabs my hips “hold still,” he pounds into me hard and I’m a moaning mess. “Shit that pussy feels so good,” “Vinnie I’m going to cum again fuck,” I’m starting to feel overstimulated. “Again? Dirty little girl.” I cum again clenching hard on his cock buckling my legs. “Fuck clench that pussy so good.” He stops fucking me and I back up on him using him to finish.

Vinnie flips me over. Looking into my mascara stained eyes he puts his dick back in me. “Fucking whore.” “Look at me while I destroy that pussy,” he says making me cry out. I’m so overstimulated I don’t know if I can take much more. He presses his thumb down to my sensitive clit making me squeal. “Fuck Vinnie I can’t take anymore I can’t take it,” I cry. “You’re gonna take it slut. Look at you, hating me so bad. I’m sure you don’t hate me with my dick in you brat, huh?” “No V-I’m gonna” Vinnie rubs my clit harder pulling out of me as I cum hard all over him. “Fuck look at the mess you made.” He slaps his dick on my pussy and pushes back into me. “My turn doll.” He grabs me by the throat. “Gonna cum in you princess. Gonna let you fucking know who you’re talking to with that attitude brat, fuck” he’s pounding into me relentlessly. “Shit,” he cums deep inside me. Our mouths part open as he continues to fuck his cum in me.

He pulls out and rolls over. Our chests heaving up and down as we look up at the sky. Almost forgetting we are outside on the ground. “You fucking squirted all over me.” He laughs. I look at him and I can’t help but smile. I smack his chest. He gets dressed and helps me get dressed because I am so burnt out. He helps me up. I hiss at the pain on my whole lower half. He laughs again. “What’s so funny Hacker?” “Oh nothing.” He scoops me up in his arms to carry me making it easier on my sore body. “You still hate me?” I get close to his ear, “more than you’ll ever know, Vincent.”

[saphabee]

Intro for Vinny <3

Vincent Mailer (Pan, He/Him)

Introduces himself as Vince, though everyone just calls him Vinny immediately lol. A shy kind fisherman, who came from his snowy tundra home over to the nearby plains to work for a player, Corey (IE Me, in game.) Not the smartest, since he cant read, and not the strongest, but he tries very hard at his job and cares for his friends :D

That's the simplest intro I think I could give, but… To go into him as a Character, I'd have to write a lot more.

As a villager in-game, Vin's story is pretty cut and dry. My friend Ire had gotten a villager roomie not long ago and I already had plans to get one too- A farmer, probably? There was a village quite close to my house, so I went there with a boat, placed it, and pretty much let whichever jobless villager get in. Both the village and my house were close-ish to the sea, so it was easiest to take the boat down to the sea then around to my house's dock right at the shore, then lead the villager inside (which turned out to be an extreme faff defrjgthefrgth)

I however had no idea that barrels were a job block, and had them Everywhere. Right on the dock for my fishing loot, outside my house as my mailbox, and under chests on the inside - My new villager, planned to be a farmer, became a fisher instead. I fished a lot still anyway, so that was ok, we could still do business! Yes we were business partners nothing more thats why we lived together its fine-

Look when you live with a villager for a bit and start giving him Character, he gets really loveable okay?

Vinny (Vincent) became his name not only to have Villager names that started with V, but because its the kind of name I'd want to yell behind me at the counter at a business. "Ey Vinny?! We got this in stock???" kind of thing? dhghejsfgr

I think his character really started to show when he started getting in trouble. IE when he let a creeper hang out in the house and seemed utterly unphased, which was the most hilarious thing he did I think defrgth. The panic of "OH SHIT VINNY GET OUT OF THE GOD DAMN HOUSE WHILE I KILL THIS THING SO YOU DONT GET HURT" vs the hilarity of Vinny probably tilting his head like "Huh? Oh, this guy? I thought he was cool :0c"

I actually think this originated the idea that Vinny can't actually read? I thought it'd be very cute if Corey (who was just becoming a character himself instead of a self insert) decided to read him the mobeastiary to like. Inform Vinny of which mobs are Not Cool so he doesn't get himself killed. (We actually got that book in game, just the item Named and with a nice description, but still cute to have in the bedside barrels) Also imagined Corey reading the four minecraft bibles, those handbooks, since I have them myself irl <3

Vin's design came pretty easy just because I imagined him so cute… he's a self indulgent character okay? <:D

Long hair in a deep reddish brown (the ends became black later for backstory purposes) which he keeps up under his fisherman hat usually, green eyes with flecks of almost silver if you look close enough (a counter to Vill with gold), freckles all over (one specifically over his lip on his left), soft eyes. Strong enough arms for fishing, though he doesnt work himself too hard. Shorter than Vill, a quite average height. He'd look quite plain from a distance, he thinks.

I'm so happy with how far Vinny's come as a character… He has a whole life before the in-game stuff, a childhood in the snowy tundra village, his parents Anniah and Owen became a thing, he got an emo phase (hense the black hair. He dyed it with his dad's wool dye and it was patchy as hell defrgthy). He never clicked with any of the jobs the village had, being a hands on learner who couldn't read and was in a village without a librarian/bookshelf blocks with bookd TO read meaning the only jobs he COULD learn were those that already existed.

He didnt have the strength to learn armoury from Anniah, as proud as his mother was for him trying, and wool work was a mess so Owen's job was out of the running too. Any job he tried was a bust. He was on track to be jobless forever, or even a nitwit. Which wasn't great on his self esteem since he very much ties his worth to how useful he can be… He always helped his mom and dad when he could, bringing them stuff and running errands, maybe holding something in place while they worked. Other than that? He never thought he'd find his place.

And then Corey showed up. A little bee? Player? A bee man, asking if anyone would like to come around to his and his friends' home base nearby. It was very close, visible just on the next hill over, and they were very safe since it was their home too, they wouldnt allow danger near their own home base for sure. And the player, introduced as Corey, was asking for someone who wanted a Job. Any job really, and they didnt even need to be good at it at first, he was ASKING for a beginner! Food would be provided since Corey had a substantial farm, they'd be safe and even thrive since they'd be doing business, and all close enough to visit their home village whenever they'd like or need to.

It didn't take too much thought for Vince to go with Corey.

The house was bigger than any villager house he'd seen at home. Two stories, multiple rooms, loads of storage and huge windows… The upstairs had a whole row of beds in a rainbow, Corey told him for if his friends needed to sleep over, and so they could sleep in whichever colour bed they wanted, which was funny. It was pretty too… Hedges around the house, vines covering here and there, flowers and bees in the garden and a tiny pond to grow sugar cane. And the farm… It was giant! He'd only ever seen or heard of village farms, strips of farmdirt and water within a little log border. tiny, and manageable. This farm was enourmous. Like 18 by 18, 320 blocks of farmland enourmous. And it was strangely ALL potatoes? Which. Corey had mentioned, but seeing it was daunting (as was seeing the double chest filled with baked ones. My stars.)

Once they reached the dock he was so excited to learn a job and check out the new place he was staying, he didnt hesitate to look at the first job block he'd seen. He was just curious really, but looking in the barrel by the dock and seeing So Many Fish in there, he asked Corey if a fisherman was what he was looking for. He'd never tried fishing before, but he was sure he could learn! it'd probably be easy since its physical but Not like? You have to be strong already? And he was always curious why people fished so often, he'd heard fishermen sometimes went whole days out on the water? Which seemed silly to him when you can just get the fish out of the water in a bucket?

He seemed so excited Corey couldn't tell him he'd wanted a farmer. Besides, he DID still fish an awful lot, and could do with a way to trade off all his fish since he didnt eat them much himself… Plus the fact Vincent may not be cut out as much for farming, since Corey knew it could be hard work for a villager especially with a field as big as his was. Vince would be a fantastic fisherman! And so it was settled :D

It was so new, being around players with so much to do and learn and explore… He felt smaller sometimes. Simpler... Though he didn't dislike that. He liked that when Corey came home after a day out doing stars know what, he found Vinny comforting to return to. Like an anchor, almost? He liked the sound of that. Being part of Corey's home.

He met Corey's friends quite quickly.

Ire (not short for Irene or anything apparently? Just Ire! How cool is that :D), another player who looked much more like how he'd had players described to him. She was kind, and clever, and her buildings were so pretty when he was shown around the rest of the base, it was incredible. She really felt safe to be around. Strong, like there wasnt anything she couldn't face. Not that she had anything to face now, at their home base.

Her villager worker Vill (Villiam Snowdra, another Very cool name), a leatherworker and a good one at that, plus seeming to understand loads about other jobs too. He was clever too, though mainly since he read about things a lot? Vince envied him a little for that… He was funny too, and mischevious. Charismatic. Vince couldn't help wanting to be his friend, and it was easy to connect being the only two villagers here so far in a base full of players.

Lots of players, who all looked different and acted their own fantastic way. The most Player looking person Ever who seemed to enjoy scaring people, another who was hardly around for going on grand adventures just for the hell of it? Oddly, an enderman-looking player in a red hoodie and backwards cap? They were so mysterious and strong and Cool he didn't know what to say most of the time, yet so casual and friendly he liked just being near them anyway when they came over to talk to Corey.

(Until the fire happened. They confessed pretty quickly after that.)

Slowly but surely he started falling for him. It was hard to pinpoint when the feelings started… Seeing Corey farm for the first time, working so quickly it seemed impossible and with strength he could never expect from a bee? Seeing him come home and hearing about what had happened that day, about all these adventures and plans, and seeing how driven and ambitious and excited he was? Those expressive eyes, and how Corey liked being close to him quite soon when he was a little more shy with strangers, and the buzz his voice got when he was thinking hard… Things. built up over time, certainly… He was bright. Inspiring and warm and beautiful, like spring sunlight gently waking you up for the day, as flowery and poetic as that sounded.

Vin wasn't sure if he could ever tell Corey how he felt. They were close, but. He was far too nervous to actually try to confess…

That's pretty much where in-game left off, story-wise. There's future ideas of course, adventures to go on, people to see, a kid to have oops howd that happen-

But yeah! That's Vinny. My lovely Just Some Guy fisherman <3

God its nice to have this written down duhgwyudefrgt

Writing one of these for Corey would be harder. Corey has a LOT more backstory, plus tons of worldbuilding since he's a whole new species pretty much? He doesnt just LOOK like a bee he literally is a bee its nuts, it'd take a lot of explaining ^u^" For now, we got my boi Vinny, baby >:D

[blametheeditor]

NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL AGES

Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of murder. Mentions of being a murderer. Mentions of death. Mentions of being experimented on. The circumstance of being put into the foster system and biological family having other children.

We have no intentions of making light proclamation of any theme used in this story. We are not trying to offend or hurt anyone with the descriptions and circumstances given.

Credit of the song ‘Karma’ belongs solely to AJR. Highly suggested you check out their other songs.

Meet the Wright brothers, the main reason of this being Vincent’s song.

Author’s notes after story!

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"ATTACK!" 

Jeremy squeaks in fear as three other people seem to appear out of no where, all of them dog piling onto Vincent as the purple man disappears from view. 

His fear only rises when his friend doesn't immediately shove the attackers away with his inhuman strength. 

"V-V-Vincent!"

The murderer nearly throws the three men aside at Jeremy's cry, unable to help himself with how scared the young adult sounded. But he couldn't possibly reveal the 'upgrades' Will gave him to the three currently snickering like idiots. Not when they already have his skin color to make fun of. 

"Jeremy, I'm fine. I suggest you run and save yourself, though." 

"Come on, Vinny! We're just having a bit of fun!" 

The young adult watches as who seems to be the eldest finally breaks away from the heap, grinning like a madman as he looks down at the guard. 

"Damn! He wasn't kidding when he said you look just like a squeaky toy!" 

Jeremy can't help but back away at the tone given, almost whimpering as he attempts to keep a far enough distance away. 

"I d-do n-n-n-not." 

"And he does stutter!" The seemingly second oldest finally frees Vincent as well, standing up to tower over the guard, even more so than the one who dubbed him 'squeaky toy'.

"And you thought I was lying?" the purple man demands, eyes locking onto his friend as soon as the last person finally frees him. Just to ensure he wasn’t forced to join the madness.

"Sorry, kid. Didn't mean to scare you," the youngest grins. "We just wanted to say hi to our brother after avoiding us like the plague!" 

"Can you blame me?" Vincent growls, smacking the hand attempting to ruffle his hair away. A smirk appears when the whacked appendage is waved in pain, a glare aimed toward him. 

It disappears when the eldest wraps him into a head lock and ruffles his hair with ease. 

"Yeah, we blame you. Call more than once in a blue moon!" 

"Or at least tell us you haven't been experimented on!" 

That's when Jeremy finally breaks out of his fearful trance at the unknowing reminder that Vincent was experimented on, forcing himself to meeting the three gazes as he raises a hand politely. 

"Uh, b-b-b-brothers?" 

The four immediately stare down at him, the guard barely able to stay standing at the three mischievous grins given and one murderous glare. 

The murderous glare, Jeremy was completely fine with. It was the three expressions only someone with the creativity of Eggs and the cruelty of David mixed into one that made his knees begin to buckle. 

"Purple never told you?" the youngest questions, automatically earning Jeremy the title of his favorite. It was obvious he was to be stayed far away from, but the man seemed nice enough. A lot more than his apparent brothers at least. 

"After his ass got sent off to God knows where, Mom and Dad had us three," the second to eldest explains. 

"I was first. Named Elliot because it's way better than Vincent," the eldest states, still holding said purple man captive as it’s continued to ever so gently shove at the arm.

"Keep telling yourself that, El." 

That only earned another hair ruffle for the trouble, the second brother laughing.

"I came not even nine full months after. The name's Emit." 

"Looks like your parents didn't have any more original ideas." A growl is emitted as the taller man flicks Vincent's forehead, the youngest rolling his eyes at their antics. 

"He did not come after only eight months," he states, ruffling the captive man's hair with a smirk. "Because I came after only eight months. Fucking hated Emit, so they had me to replace him. Evan."

Jeremy can only nod, not at all enjoying the fact the three were so comfortable with inflicting pain on their eldest brother, both physically and mentally. 

Did they really have to say 'replace'? And call Vincent 'Purple' while making fun of the fact he was given away? 

Being experimented on by William seemed a lot better than listening to these three. And knowing the purple man, Vincent did as well. 

"Okay, fun's over." 

Elliot stares as the oldest yet shortest of their family easily escapes his headlock, glaring down at the man who simply scowls right back. 

"You humiliated and scared Jeremy. Get some stupid ass soda as a celebration and leave me alone," the murderer growls. 

"Sorry, Vinny. No can do," Evan grins, if a bit smugly. 

"You said you had so many friends," Emit agrees, stepping forward. 

Vincent immediately grabs Jeremy, pulling the young adult back before freezing as the other two quickly flank the sides. 

Shit. 

"And we want to make sure our bwig bwover is playing nice," Elliot smiles, placing a hand on the purple man's shoulder. "Come on, Purple. We wouldn't want Jeremy getting hurt on accident, now would we?" 

The glare only hardens, hand holding the stuttering guard's arm reassuringly as his begins to shake. 

Vincent really didn't want to do this. 

Years of constantly visiting, simply wanting to see how the people who were never abandoned, the very people who despised him at first glance, so how they were growing up. He only wanted to see them occasionally, help them if they needed. 

He never wanted them being raised to think he was a charity case and someone with a disease that turned him purple. Yet here they are. 

"Come on, Vinny. Too scared?" Emit sneers, huffing when a hand is simply waved at him. 

"Fine. Let's go meet the others. And as long as you don't touch Jeremy, you can do whatever the hell you want to the others." 

As the three quickly begin to follow, Jeremy simply sticks by Vincent's side, not commenting on the deal made. 

He knew exactly what the murderer was thinking. And while he always tried to keep away from violence, he really didn't care, even though Mike was going to rip them apart the second they so much as looked at someone wrong.

Because as much as he wished it wasn't true, the three deserved exactly what was coming for them.

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First off, holy fruit I wrote this back in October of 2018. So I apologize on the writing being a bit off, though I edited a bit! But that was during the time my style was slowly getting established. Also it was total rant-writing so it’s admittedly a bit everywhere.

Baaack on track, this is Vincent! Vincent Wright. His backstory isn’t the happiest.

Must admit, I’ve had to develop his character for a while now. His motivations were just a tad bit off, he did things that didn’t really make too much sense.

After a while, a bit of a charasmatic, unhinged in a way, murderer with undying loyalty got developed.

Now something about me personally is that I absolutely love music. I belt out the lyrics to my favorite songs in the car, make the note keys on a flute whenever a violin’s solo is played, and it’s impossible to make me stop dancing embarrassingly in public.

So I try to incorporate it into everything I do. And I finally found the song I personally think fits him perfectly. Because the year he asked if he should be good is the year he became a murderer.

Thank you so much for reading! Including my just georgous rant ;D

Have a great day!

[cryptidofthekeys]

May I present to you- the babs

Okay so let me start off by saying I legit worked on these guys ALL day yesterday, mind you a few breaks of course! even then uhh breaks... didnt do me much good... my arm hurt like a b i t c h- but im super proud- god, just, these babs are gonna be fun to write with ....eventually- not now- god no- arm machine broke- I’ll put this under a keep reading btw so it aint too much a hassle

Names: Ashton (Ashton is the Sniper), Vincent (Vincent is the Spy and he's the leader of the group), and finally Erwin (he's the Medic) | Nicknames: Ash, Vin (Ash loves to call him Vinny much to his dismay but eh he'll be fine), and Erwin doesn't really have any nicknames he cares for tbh- just call him by his name | Genders: Male | Species/Race: Androids/Robots | Heights: Ashton is 8'7", Vincent is 9'5" making him the tallest of the group, and Erwin is only 5'0" making him the shortest of our lovely little group here | Hair Colors: Ashton's hair color (not that'll ye'll see much of it, he usually keeps his hat on) but his hair color is: Hickory Brown and honestly its just super messy underneath that hat, Vincent's hair is Pitch Black and slicked back, annnd finally Erwin's hair is dyed a: Mint Green (his hair is a Messy Undercut style) | Eye Colors: Ashton's is an Icy Blue, Vincent's is Imperial Red, and Erwin has heterochromia, his eyes are a light pastel blue and a Mint Green color | Appearances: Let's start off with Ashton bc why not, first off I gotta say- despite what the normal tf2 bots look like, these babs ACTUALLY look like r e a l mercs, real people, there's only a few ways to tell their androids and that's by looking closely at their open wounds which I'll get to all their prominent wounds in a moment, first up... Ashton usually wears punk-like clothing, or something similar- he has leather jackets with TONS of spikes on them, gloves with spikes on them, pants with the chains that hang down and don't forget them sweet sweet combat boots, he also tends to wear some of those face masks, most of the ones he owns has sharp teeth patterns on it but one in particular that he owns has eyes all over it (all of them are black, his clothing is either black or just REALLY dark colors in general) However, when Vincent and them aren't doing business stuff or whatever, he usually wears again, its mostly dark clothing but he doesn't give a shit what he wears like, t-shirts, tank-tops, whatever- that's when you can PROPERLY see his wounds and this android has a TON of them, v e r y open wounds that expose tons of wiring and robotic-y insides as well, so many various parts, so many w i r e s... just o o f- oh and for all of them I'll say they ALL have facial hair, Ashton has a circle beard, Vincent has a short boxed beard, and Erwin's is REALLY just stubble to get that out of the way, ahem- anyways, Ashton actually DOES have sharp teeth, a few rows of them actually. Now... Onto big boss man Vincent, Vincent is a fancy man for sure, fitting considering he's supposed to be an android/robot of the Spy, like Ashton, he H A T E S bright colored clothing but its for different reasons aside from bright ones just being irritating to look at, it also messes with his sensors actually, he's the only one out of the group who has that problem- the other's sensors aren't bothered at all by bright clothing, anyways- Vincent usually wears dark colored suits, not just black n brown though he has MULTIPLE options, dark red, dark blue, etc- I could go on- he has a LOT of fancy clothing, even his s h o e s are fancy, oh and uh he wears the typical leather gloves and that balaclava/ski mask lookin thing ya know the usual spy attire there blah blah, he also sometimes wears fedoras or some sorta fancy hat n stuff, unlike Ashton he doesn't have rows of razor bladed teeth, his teeth are just- normal tbh but that doesn't make him any less dangerous- he has a few wounds actually, one on his back that reveals some robotic parts and has a few wires sticking out although it doesn't seem to bother him too much, a has a really large stab wound on his chest that has some wires sticking out of there as well and reveals some rather serious looking parts- this one actually bothers him a little bit but he tries his damnedest to keep it hidden. and finally... Erwin, he usually wears pastel clothing with cute designs on them long sleeved t-shirts, hoodies, sweaters, etc- even his p a n t s are pastel colors! He does try to make sure the pastels aren't TOO bright or anything, he doesn't want Vincent's sensors to malfunction nor does he want to irritate his friends! He has TONS of openings that'd reveal a BUNCH of tattered wires, its a wonder he's even still functional at this point, a lot of his parts and wires are tattered and not in a VERY good condition, but he doesn't seem to let it stop him! His voice box is a little... messed up but he's still fully intelligible, sometimes it DOES make him stutter, sometimes it cuts out completely but he always somehow finishes his sentences in the end even if he has to start over, he's self conscious about his voice box messing up sometimes and he's DEFINITELY self conscious about all the scars he has over him, its partially why he wears hoodies/sweaters the MOST out of all the other clothing, he doesn't want people to see all his tattered wires n scars! He does have four prominent canines but other than that, his teeth are relatively like a normal human's. oh and as a bonus he usually wears circle glasses, it CAN technically help improve his vision a bit more but also they look cute so he loves them shh. | Personalities: Ashton's up first, now I will say even tho their robots and technically powerhouses compared to humans ANYWAYS- he IS the true powerhouse of the group, the b r u t e- BUT he's not all brawn and no brains, he's not stupid by any means even if he can act like a punk or cold rude bitch, he has a l o t of intelligence in fact- and he uses that to his advantage for sure, he's not entirely a cold rude bitch- to his friends he's relatively well, friendly and nice- even if he does mess with them sometimes- he loves to get on Vincent's nerves the most because he finds it funny mostly, but he knows when to stop so he doesn't take things too far, Erwin... messing with him can be... difficult, he uh- its not that he CANT do it, he can! He TOTALLY can its just... listen, shut up- Spy's his fave to mess with- He absolutely hates humanity, their creators especially more so- if he ever saw em or hell humans in general when he sees em- it always takes e v e r y t h i n g in his power to hold himself back from tearing them to shreds, he wouldn't even w a n t to use a gun against them despite being based off a Sniper, he'll take them apart with his strength and teeth alone if he REALLY wants! After all, making them suffer first would bring him such joy, he's not evil, none of them REALLY are, but I'll explain that all in side facts, for now (tl;dr: Ashton gets along quite well with his friends even if he messes with Vincent a lot and gets on his nerves, in fact that's when you'll see him a bit more cheerier than he usually is, now... towards humans or whatever, he's a g g r e s s i v e- he'll strike them down then and there if Vincent gives him the command, but even if he c a n t, he'll still be cold or rude to em at the very least, terrify them a little bit even- he does NOT like humans at all whatsoever) Vincent... as I've stated, he's the leader of the group, he's DEFINITELY got the perfect personality to be a leader for sure, first off he has MAJOR confidence- he's a super confident dude, he REALLY kinda has to be- after all, his role was the leader of this little group- it was forced upon him so he decided to go along with it- they wanted him to be leader so he'll fulfill that position but if he e v e r gets a hold of them their gonna wish they hadn't e v e r done what they did, he DOES have some narcissistic tendencies but its nothing TOO major, he can be suave and gentlemanly but that part is usually just an act to trick people, he plays nice and makes them think he's trustworthy and then that's when they strike, its a m a z i n g to him how naive and so trusting humanity can be, he can't w a i t to get his hands on their creators, what a f u n day that'll be! Now he's not all big and bad, he can be nice to his friends- he does have a bit of snark and sass but its all in good fun, he mostly keeps it directed towards Ashton but sometimes he'll dish out some snark or sass towards Erwin ...he seems oblivious to that part tbh- but he... even though he doesn't show it a LOT he does care about them a lot, they've been there for him ever since the day they were first created, he absolutely loathes and despises humans- he always uses an act to just lure them to either their death OR, to a little interrogation room where he tries to find out if they know a n y t h i n g about their creator, I mean either way they do kinda die in the end so it really doesn't matter and finally Erwin, he's... a lot nicer than the other two, he doesn't hold a grudge towards his creators nor especially not to humanity, not ALL of them are as bad as Vincent and Ashton think surely... not that he'd ever tell them he doesn't hold grudges or whatever, he's worried he'd ruin their plans or worse, make them mad at him- so he pretends to hate humans when their around, he's actually helped his fair sure of humans escape from the others as well, now sure he DID try and ask a few of them about the creator, when they said they knew nothing he managed to lead them safely away without the others detecting them, now I won't say he's ALWAYS been lucky- sometimes the other two... catch him in the act and he almost had something equivalent to an a n x i e t y attack when they caught him but he played it off by telling them he saw this human wandering around and he also tried to play it off like he interrogated them and they knew nothing about the creators, but of course they uh... wanted to... "take care" of the human for him and he couldn't risk arguing against they'd suspect too much bc he's never been one for killing or whatever (despite being a version of a Medic lmao), there's been a lot of those times where he's felt so guilty for letting them take the human... They didn't know anything, they didn't even seem bad, why kill them? He knows their angry, they want revenge but something seems wrong... but, he'd n e v e r go against his friends, no matter how he feels- they've been there for him through thick and thin and he cares a LOT about them despite this (p much he's a good boy, he can get nervous/anxious sometimes, he just... wants his friends to be happy and rest easy really, he cares a lot about them despite all they do, he's deeply afraid if they find out what he's done or that he doesn't have grudges, etc- that they'll be a n g r y with HIM) | Side Facts: Alright, so... the best run down I can give is this... They didnt really wanna be created in the first place BUT they tolerated it- like ok chill, we gotta tolerate existing now- but then like they were pretty much abandoned bc they were discontinued, bc the tf2 bots look like actual robots, im making these guys more like androids as you already know im sure- closer resemblances to the actual human mercs n shit- but ANYWAYS- something happened and they didnt want to continue making androids like them so the three of them got left behind and of course were thought to be shut down but surprise surprise, their still active, their still out there and their. fucking. l i v i d- first they didnt really wanna exist in the first place, ok they could chill out bout that bc they learned to deal with it BUT- N O W their being discontinued? They dont even have a full t e a m!! its bullshit so now their a wee bit- okay no they are absolutely fucking livid at the creators and humanity in general- except, as you know- Erwin can't hold grudges or anything- he doesnt think ALL humans are bad or at least he hopes their not, but either way- Vincent and Ashton p much feel hatred n coldness towards the creators and humanity. | AU: So a best bud of mine suggested since I had like t w o really good ideas for these lads and couldnt use both of them bc it'd like conflict with many things, to make an AU outta the second idea- I- honestly gotta thank em for fuckin reminding me that AUs are a t h i n g that e x i s t s- but anyways, this AU is basically where Ashton, Vincent, and Erwin died and the respawn, sorta... well broke for em, dont know why or how but it just did, so they died for reals and just... their souls wandered the earth for a bit until they found the bodies of these robots and decided to possess them p much, and now since they died for real- they REALLY wanna return the favor to the ones who killed em (of course, not gonna tell who that was e x a c t l y not yet anyways), I will say their personalities will probably differ from canon a LITTLE bit in this regard, like their still- well in this AU their MORE vengeful than they could EVER be in canonverse- even Erwin in this AU is vengeful, only towards those who did em wrong of course. and with a conversation I had with my partner, there was more expansion that happened, essentially- it was questions of the teammates and what'd happen there (thank you darling, I appreciate this bc this just gave the AU more expansion that I really wasnt just thinking bout on my own), bc if they didnt go back to their teammates they'd be without the supports and ahem, the medic- but anyways, if they did wwweeeellll... their team wouldn't EXACTLY recognize it as them, to them its just potential enemy bots that they need to dispose of orrr at least run off, and that's what they'd definitely do at first, now I will say, there's the chance oh Idk, Erwin interacts with the Heavy (listen... I dont have canon names for this team... im- im too tired to figure it out rn for all the team sdjkajdj they will have to wait for awhile) but Erwin and the Heavy were VERY good close friends, and Erwin could show him that, he's... well, his best bud- they ALL had certain things they used to do or say to their teammates- and ya know if Erwin proved that to Heavy- he'd- well, a lotta emotions would be running wild in that case, of course im getting a head of myself- I should have clarified, bc the team k n o w s the others died and weren't respawning which of course they absolutely tried to deny- they'd be back soon ....yeeaahh they werent, and like now they do find it suspicious these three bots showed up that are designed like the supports but they'd never go that far to say its their dead teammates possessing these... robots, that's a little far-fetched for them. So unless Erwin goes and tries to convince his best friend, who knows what'll happen- oh and I'll also say, aside from the personalities- the actual human versions of Ashton, Vincent, and Erwin would look a LITTLE different- they still wear the same clothes n have similar features, they have scars but those don't reveal tattered wires since their humans you know, and their eye colors- Ashton's eyes are Cobalt Blue, Erwin's eyes are baby blue, and Vincent's eyes are a Caramel Brown, they also don't have those sharp teeth or fangs- oh and their heights are different, Ashton is 6'4", Vincent is 6'8", annnd Erwin- eh he's the same height the bots of course, still retain the same look as in canonverse however so try not to get too confused by different appearances!

[knockoutlives]

Whatever they offer you, don’t feed the plants.

Josh: Mom just told me. congrats.

Troi: I am so proud of you Vinny! Congratulations babe! I've never been happier for you, for us!

Spencer: Congratulations Vinny! When Adam gets back from his Medical Retreat we need to go for drinks! Congrats!

Abby: Congrats big brother! I can't wait to come visit and see you on stage!

Amelia: Congratulations! I’ll see you at 2 for lunch and you can tell me all about it! Mak: Congratulations Vinny!

Kevin. MY. GOD. VINCENT ANDREW DEPOLA HOW ON EARTH DID YOU KEEP THIS HIDDEN FROM ME?!?! CONGRATULATIONS ON BEING CAST AS SEYMOUR!

Unknown Number: Congratulations!

V: thanks, who's this?

(718) 565-3489: you know who this is, we met up for drinks the other night in Queens.

(718) 565-3489 : had to get out of Manhattan to make sure your boyfriend didn't hear anything about it.

V: oh ya, thanks.

(718) 565-3489 : that's it? I'll remember that the next time we hook up, and you wanna fuck me.

Vinny sighed and looked from the phone in his gloved hands, to the city street in front of him. Scanning the empty street for anyone he could potentially know. As if even seeing them would allow the other to know who Vinny was messaging. The sender's comments made him recall the night in questions, and the corners of his lips pulled into a smile as he replied.  

V: listen, I've got some things to do today. So I'm going to have to cut this short. But, I expect to see you at my place tonight at 6. He’ll be gone for a few hours.

(718) 565-3489 : fire escape, or front door.

V: fire escape, just so you don't run into him. I don't need that

(718) 565-3489 : Your wish is my command - T

Upon sending his last message Vinny locked his phone and let out an even heavier sigh as he leaned on the concrete wall of the building he had just walked out of prior to the bombardment of Text​ message - well wishes. Pushing off of the wall Vinny began his walk down the street heading towards Times Square, and the subway. There was a slight chill in the air, causing Vinny to wrap his arms around his midsection, and pulling his leather jacket closer to his body to conserve warmth.

A smile began to tug at his lips again as he recounted the morning.

--

The day had already began to speed by, though when one wakes up at six to be out the door by seven the time just begins to fly from the second you actually leave the bed. He had left Troi in the warm blankets that morning, to make his way to the gym to beat the rush. (The treadmill he liked at his gym always seemed to be taken if he was late, even If it was by five minutes.) So arriving precisely at seven fifteen gave him enough time to get his workout, shower, and get dressed into human attire by eight. Today had been no different until he left the gym and his phone began buzzing, like a virgin's vibrator on crack.

“Hello, This is Vincent….”  

“Vinny, it's Camille! Would you be able to stop by the midtown studio space this morning?”

“Of course I can! What time?”

“Now, would be nice”

“I'm on my way, I’ll be there by nine!”

Jumping on the subway almost immediately after the phone call, Vinny had arrived at the rehearsal space to find his agent Camille in the lobby of the building looking as if she had just ran down the stairs of the familiar building from the rehearsal space on the fifth floor.

“Vinny!” The woman said with a grin as she took the boy into her arms. Camille was quite short, so she normally came up to Vinny's shoulder, but in her heels today she was almost at eye level. “I'm so glad you could make it, I have two people who would really like to speak to you. It was last minute but apparently they're on a tight schedule. So they needed to get a hold of you A-S-A-P.” “Oh, alright?” Vinny said confusion clear on his face. “Vinny..” Camille said her grin still growing as she stepped into the elevator and dragging Vinny in with her,  the door closing behind them “...you got the part! You’re Seymour!”

-- 2:30 PM Cilantro - Upper West Side, New York City

“Oh, the second your mom read that Playbill article, it got plastered all over Facebook and you were tagged EVERY TIME. If I didn't get the call from Chrissy, I would have seen at least one of the 25 posts your family made!”

“God Amelia, I'm glad we weren't friends when I made it into Idiot. She went crazy. You would never have let me live it down. I mean I shouldn't complain though. She is my mother, Troi’s is just as bad.”

“I mean I would kill for my mom to be half as excited about a part I get. But that my friend is a totally different story. How was Troi when he found out?”

“Oh, he was happy. He had a bunch of errands to run earlier before he got to the studio earlier. So we haven't talked much just yet.”

Amelia took a sip of her mimosa and smiled across the table at Vinny. She was probably the oldest friend he had in the city, nonetheless​ the only one here who knew almost all of Vinny's past with and without Troi. The pair had met when Vinny was touring with American Idiot, and freshly single. In a different time and place Vinny felt Amelia might have been a perfect girlfriend for him, but with her lack of the desired plumbing and the fact that on one drunken night they may have made out, she held the coveted best friend spot and nothing more. But, of course Vinny never told Prima he might have been replaced. “Im glad things are finally working out between you guys. It was rough for a while on tour there. Until, you and Travis were a thing for a bit. You know he's in the city now, I dunno for how long but he’s got a place in Queens.” “Ya don't say?” Vinny said grabbing his Margarita and taking a large gulp of the drink.

“Ya, but we all know how you feel about taking the W into Queens. Vincent Depola doesn’t leave Manhattan unless it’s for a good reason.”

Almost instantly Vinny placed his drink down with a little too much force, and looked from Amelia to his phone. “Looks like I struck a nerve?” “No, I’m just not really in the mood to deal with any drama. And, you know drama follows him.” “Oh I know, I was living through the times of you guys screwing around AND the months following when y’all were just hating fucking. Thank god thats over” “Amen” Vinny added as he looked down at their empty plates. “So when are you going back on tour? Or, are you looking more for something more stable in the city?” “Well it depends on how the next two weeks go on Raph’s residency. I’ve got a few auditions lined up either way. If he’s leaving the city, I might jump on a tour, but there are also some workshops in and out of the city I could hop into if he stays. Why? Are you already going through withdrawls from me?” Laughing Vinny added “No! Well sort of.. I dunno.” “What’s eating at you?” Amelia responded, her tone switching almost instantly from upbeat to concern. “Nothing really, I mean it’s just weird to finally be tied down…” Sipping at his drink he continued. “...Like literally I went from the tour, to spending time home for a few months, and now I'm with Troi in New York. This isn't little old Trigger, this is the real world. And believe me I have never been happier with Troi but I just, I'm by myself too much. Granted now that I'm in the show I'll be able to rehearse and spend time with other people. But, until then it was just Troi and I, and on occasion Spadam. And you know how it is dating a dancer, or at least someone in a similar field as you. If your schedule don't align sometimes you're lucky to see them at night, again if you're lucky.”

“You sound perfectly normal Vin! It sucks, you know I know it. And that’s why I’m engaged to a doctor now. But, this is just your nerves from being pent up this long without anything really happening. Ya, you had the audition grind going, but until something happens you're on edge waiting to snap. You're in a Broadway Show now, you're going to be fine.”

Sighing, Vinny looked over at Amelia with a smile now. “I am. I'm in a Little Shop of Fucking Horrors. Finally!”

“And that's why this is on me” She added placing a credit card on the check.

--- 4:45 PM

Stepping back into the cold afternoon air the two embraced in front of the store for a moment, and then Vinny began his walk towards Central Park. Though the park wasn't too crowded this time of day, Vinny didn't mind the people that much. And, it was the fastest way to get home even if it did take him almost an hour at his leisurely pace. He enjoyed his time alone, it was something he got a lot of. But, ever since the tour ended and he went back to Trigger, it hadn't felt like he had taken a moment to just breathe, even when he was alone.

One moment he was single, and moving back home, the next he had a date with Troi. A date, that put them back on each other's radars. It took some time before he was even capable to even think about kissing Troi. Then it just happened, and happened, and happened. Numerous times, sometimes multiple at a time. Things just fell back into place, as if it was a four piece puzzle, not the complex thousand piece jigsaw their lives really were. It’s not that the two forgot about their previous qualms, but they spent almost a month just accepting the past was in the past, taking a tip from a popular ice queen and just ‘letting it go’. Most importantly though Blaise Monroe was out of their lives, and one thousand two hundred and eighty four miles away living a poor excuse of a life in Trigger, what a wash-up.

There were some days though that Vinny wondered what would have happened if he was still in Trigger? If the couple hadn’t rekindled and moved back to NYC to share Troi’s loft apartment. Would he be on another tour? Would he just be living the same washed up life, that Blaise Monroe was currently living? Or, would Travis still be in the picture, or at least in more then---

“Watch it man!” a cab driver shouted as Vinny stepped back onto the curb, lost in his thoughts and almost catching the cab’s drivers side mirror. “Damn it” Vinny mumbled under his breathe as he regained his bearings. About Halfway through the park, he could see the back of the Metropolitan Museum of Art on his left, and knew he had to go a bit more south if he wanted to get into his neighborhood without leaving the park. Walking on the streets around the park was almost as bad as Times Square. Why people flocked to this place, not even he knew. It was a beautiful park, but there were other wonders to see in the city. That were not inhabited by homeless people pissing all around, or thirsty gays cruising the bathrooms.  Turning passed the Alice in Wonderland statue, Vinny felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and Troi’s voice enter his ears.   “Hey there handsome” Leaning back into the other man’s arms Vinny felt his cheeks rise into a smile. Turning around he placed his hands around Troi’s neck and kissed him softly, letting his short beard rub against Troi’s stubble ridden face. “How’s my boyfriend? No excuse me how’s the new Seymour Krelborn in the Little Shop Revival!“ “I’m fine! I’m fine! Still letting it all sink in!” Vinny responded to Troi’s enthusiasm with his own. “Of course you are!” “How’d you know I was here?” Vinny added as he laced his hand into his boyfriends and continued the walk towards their apartment. “ I mean I’m far from complaining at all, I just thought you were going to be at the studio for most of the night teaching” “I was talking to Rhea about finding out you got the part, and she said she’d cover my night class. Under the conditions that I take you out to celebrate.” “ I will never feel bad about getting to spend more time with you babe, but that is entirely your call.” Looking away from his boyfriend and around the street to see where they had exited the park. Stopping for the light Vinny sighed softly, inaudible to anyone but himself,  

“Of course I want to take you out tonight! Do you mind if I take a run to the gym first though?”

Almost immediately Vinny smiled at Troi and nodded his head. “Ya, totally!” Vinny added with a little too much excitement.

“Wow, someone's happy I'm not just at the studio,and actually going out of my way to put a little extra muscle on.”

Vinny couldn't help but laugh at his boyfriend's response as he reached his free hand over to jokingly feel Troi’s abs.

“Not enough yet.”

-- 5:55 PM

(718) 565-3489 : I should be there a little after seven ;)

“Vinny! Have you seen my shaker?”

Quickly locking his phone, Vinny looked up from the couch towards his boyfriend in the bathroom. “Uh, probably in the kitchen, or maybe your gym bag?” He added hopping up from his place on the couch and moving towards the window to unlock it. “Do you need a protein shake today? I mean we are going for dinner afterwards. I don't want to be the one eating a five course meal and then you have a carrot. Those days are long over.”

Emerging from the bathroom Troi was in a pair of joggers and a t-shirt, tugging on a hoodie while almost walking into their kitchen counter. “You're right I guess, I'm only gonna be gone for forty five minutes max.”

“Good! Now go! I'm hungry” Vinny shot back playfully at Troi, as he wrapped his arms around the other and kissed him softly. Biting Troi's lower lip gently, Vinny pulled away and ran his hands over Troi's abdomen once more. “I love you.”

“I love you too!” Troi added with another quick peck, as he gathered his keys and drawstring bag and headed out the door.

As soon as the door shut Vinny practically ran too it to lock both the deadbolt and chain the door, making sure there was no way of potential disruptions. From the door, he made his way to the bathroom to throw some water on his face and check his reflection. He had changed when he had gotten home, from his casual wear to his Grade-A bum attire. Sweat shorts, an oversized hoodie, and his thick framed glasses Because, contacts just hurt after a while.

Staring at himself in the mirror Vinny closed his eyes tightly and ran a hand through his messy hair. Then he heard it, a light rapping on the living room window. The window had opened as he returned to the room to see his guest finishing his window entrance. Brushing himself off and placing his bag on the floor, Vinny’s eyes trailed up the familiar body and he smiled when he reached the man’s face which was covered in shadow from his hood. Not caring about the cold breeze coming through the open window, Vinny stepped closer and placed his lips to the other man’s. Wrapping his arms around him, Vinny broke the kiss to place his head on the others shoulder. The other man did not hesitate to place his stubble ridden mouth onto Vinny’s now exposed neck, tugging lightly on the skin with his teeth. Swatting the back of the man’s head Vinny dragged them down to the couch, where he was straddled by the other male. “No marks!” Reaching around the others waistband, Vinny let his hands wander across the other’s ass and playfully squeezed. Catching the other's mouth in his own Vinny began to remove the others hoodie when --

“Fighting evil by moonlight, winning love by daylight, never running from a real fight. She is the one named Sailor Moon!”

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,” The other said un-straddling Vinny as the latter ran his hands up his face and began laughing softly. Standing up and closing the window; the other man leaned on the counter top, one arm on the counter the other rubbing his face.

Laughing still, Vinny bent down and fished out two phones from the bag by the window and brought them over too the counter. Placing his hand on the other’s neck he ran it north towards the man's hair,  and in doing so he pushed down the hood revealing Troi from the shadow.

“Babe, next time you decide to seduce me as a stranger. Turn your old phone’s ringer off ,maybe?”

Grinning at his boyfriend Troi grabbed Vinny's waist to pull him into his side, and kiss the other's forehead while on the balls of his feet. Still biting back laughter Vinny pulled Troi into his chest and kissed the top of the shorter boys head.

“Jeeze, I wish I could say this was the first time I've been cock blocked by Sailor Moon.”

“Hey, it's probably my mother trying to get a hold of you in the first place.”

“Even better! I wish I could say that this was the first time getting cock blocked by your mother.”

Picking up the iPhone in the Sailor Moon case, Vinny saw the missed call was in fact from his future mother in law, and handed the phone back to Troi; before returning to the foreign phone still on the counter.

“So this, is what's finally given you a New York area code.” “Surprise!” Troi added sarcastically as he relocated by hugging the other from behind. Vinny, while toying around with the phone, felt Troi run his hands down his sides and under his hoodie. “ I can give you the entire tour of it, after we take care of something else.” Letting,his hands lower from Vinny’s abs, Troi slipped under the waistband of Vinny’s sweatpants and began searching for his target.

“Oh really now?” Vinny said as he turned (not gracefully) to face his boyfriend, and caught Troi’s lips in his own. Running his own hands across the other’s chest, Vinny straightened himself up and walked Troi backwards to their room. Breaking the kiss, as they crossed the threshold into the dark room Vinny softly pushed Troi onto the bed, and closed the door behind him. “I mean you still need to get a workout in before dinner” “I mean I could use a protein shot.” “Oh ya? Like you needed one the other night at that shady speakeasy in Astoria?” “Hey, that dinner was painful, a little exciting sex in a seedy bathroom livened it up a bit” “God I love you..” Running his hands down Troi’s sides Vinny noticed that in the time it took him to close the door, and make the room completely black Troi had removed his shirt and hoodie. His skin warm, as Vinny felt the smaller boy quiver under his touch. Tracing designs along the other’s chest, his hands teased the soft skin of Troi’s nipples. Where he tweaked the other softly, gaining an audible gasp from the boy under his touch. ‘I thought you weren’t going to follow through with your texts when Rhea let you out early.” Leaning down towards Troi’s left nipple Vinny placed his lips and began teasing the other with his tongue and biting softly on the erect flesh. “And miss out on this? Why did you think I decided to go to the gym? Babe,” Troi gasped and tried to regain his composure. “...today is my off day. I was at the studio all morning. You’re lucky I was able to climb the fire-escape at all.” As Vinny continued to work on Troi’s nipples, and enjoyed the soft sounds of pleasure his boyfriend was making; he began to run his hands up Troi’s muscular arms. Tracing where he knew the other’s key tattoo was, and up his shoulder where his right hand gripped the soft skin that led to Troi’s neck and jawline. Reaching down past Troi’s stomach and into the other’s sweatpants, Vinny squeezed the package that was clad in only a jock-strap. Removing his hand from near Troi’s neck, Vinny leaned up and let his lips mash against Troi’s hungry mouth. Troi wrapped his legs around Vinny’s waist as his boyfriend began to give his neck the same treatment he had previously did on his nipple. Removing his hand from Troi’s sweatpants, Vinny shucked his hoodie off while Troi greedily pulled his muscular boyfriend towards him. Vinny’s skin warming the other’s cold skin under him. While their lips waged war upon each other, their bodies worked together to have Vinny grind on Troi in ways that made the smaller boy moan through their kissing. “And to think, I used to be The Screamer.” Vinny added between panting, as Troi began to suck on his shoulder while his hands need-ily pushed Vinny’s sweat-shorts down. Leaving him exposed to the room, and in position to finish the job the two had set out to do from the beginning. Troi’s sweatpants were next to go as the warmth of their skin on skin began to drive the two wild. Reaching for the lube they kept in the bedside drawer, Vinny’s length pressed up against Troi’s grundle sending the other a bit over the edge. From the touch of Vinny’s length, and the restraint of his jockstrap Troi moaned louder than before, as Vinny silenced him with his lips covering the others. Managing to open the bottle of lube with one hand, and steady Troi with the other, Vinny was about to finish his preparations when --- “Fighting evil by moonlight, winning love by daylight, never running from a real fight. She is the one named Sailor Moon!” Troi let out a groan as he heard his phone go off again, using both of his hands he grabbed Vinny’s waist and looked for the others eyes in the darkness. Feeling Vinny’s nose rub up against the bridge of his own, he looked into where the others eyes were, and pleaded with him. “Forget it, and Fuck me.” Troi all but whispered as he slid his lips once more over his boyfriends.

And Vinny did.