#v.hacker

[lowkeycasanova]

good morning birthday boy

just a little sum

vinnie hacker x reader

warning: smut

Masterlist

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The morning sun peeks through the windows. The half open curtains allow to rays to shine on the boy who’s turing twenty two today.

Vinnie lies on his back, one hand resting on his bare abdomen and the other behind his head.

You wake slowly, gradually getting a sense of your surroundings. The festivities from a couple days prior still made you feel hazy.

After blinking a few times, your eyes get used to the brightness and fall on the man sleeping so peacefully beside you.

Vinnie hums in his sleep, and the arm that was behind his head now makes its way around yours, urging to pull you closer. You gladly obliged, running a hand on his chest, tracing the snake tattoo on his collarbone.

He shifts in bed and for a moment, you think he’s awake. But no. His eyes are still wired shut. With wandering eyes, you take in every detail of his body. The art on his skin, muscles, skin folds. Today is his day and you want to cherish him more than usual.

Your hand makes its way down his chest, caressing the tattoo of the crescent moon until you reach the waistband of his boxers. Peeping up at him, you notice he’s still sleeping. A devilish smile creeps on your lips as you know exactly how to wake him up.

Your hand slides further down, gently cupping the bulge of his cock through his boxers, rubbing sensually as to wake up the nerves down there. The reaction is instant. When you slip a hand underneath, he’s already half hard. Getting excited. Getting ready.

You get up from your lying position and throw a leg over him, hands on his chest for support as you now straddle him. You watch his face as his eyelids start to move, and finally flutter open as you press soft kisses to his jawline.

“Morning.” You smile at him as his hands immediately grip your ass and encircle your waist.

“Oh my, good morning to you too.”

He lets out a breath and you feel his body relax, a nonverbal cue letting you know you can do whatever you want.

“Did you sleep well birthday boy?” You ask with a smirk. His eyes are fixed on you as you innocently hook your fingers into his waistband.

“Mhm, yeah.” He mumbled. That morning voice of his does something to you.

You grin and pull his boxers down. He bucks his hips to make it easier. “I figured you’d want your first surprise early.”

“Really? That’s so nice-“ he seethes through his teeth as you press a kiss to the soft head and your hand slides down his erected length.

“I think you’ll like my gift.” You tease.

“I know I’ll love it.” He breaths out as he opens his legs slightly, watching you settle in between them.

You slide your tongue along his length and he moans at the sensation.

You use your tongue to lick around his top, before wetting your lips and finally taking him in your mouth right as he moans your name.

“Fuucckk, that feels so good.” He pants, one hand gripping your hair and the other gripping the sheets.

Going up and down his erection, you take as much as you can each time, getting the rest with your hand. He’s so big and your eyes start to water whenever he pushes down on your head.

“Goddamn. Y/N, please.”

He’s not able to hold still at this point. The lovely of his hips meet yours and now he’s pushing himself deeper. You come up for air, spitting on him and rubbing your hand up and down. Upon making eye contact with him, he looks at you with so much adoration under those half lidded eyes.

You take a breather before going down again. Really focusing on his cock and the lubrication from your saliva, you go deep. He fills your mouth completely and you pause for a second before coming back up.

“You take me so well, you know that?” He whimpers, chest heaving.

You take another breath and take him all the way again. Then a third time. Then a fourth.

“Holy shit. I’m gonna have an asthma attack, and I don’t even have asthma.”

Even with his cock in your mouth, you smile and a chuckle escapes from the back of your throat. He laughs too.

Getting back to business, you take him just like in the beginning. Taking the first half of him and giving him a handjob with the lower half. You pick up the lace as you know he’s close.

“Yeah, just like that. You’re doing so good.” He encourages.

You then suck on him a little harder, like a vacuum to give him that extra sensation.

“I’m gonna c-cum. Fuck!.”

His cock twitches in your hand and his orgasm releases into the back of your throat.

You let him go with a popping sound, swallowing without a second thought . Still massaging him, you wanna make sure it’s all out.

His skin is now slightly red due to the rush of blood.

“Y/N,” he calls out to you between pants and you glance up at him. “Come here.”

You get closer and he meets you halfway. Cupping both sides of your face as he brings you in for a steamy kiss.

“I hope you liked your surprise.” You told him.

“Are you kidding me? I loved it.”

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[eclipsemedia]

vinnie

I’m overthinking everything and now I feel like everyone hates me

[slvthrs]

can you do a vinnie x fem reader smut where she (reader) is stressed out and vinnie fucks her good on the balcony and they didn’t care anymore if they get caught of what 🙈

ofc my lovesss

BREATHE BABY | v.hacker

— MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD —

stress never stood a chance against a tall blond with an unyielding love for you.

BSF!VINNIE X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, fucking in a pool over the city, vinnie LOVES u, praise kink, hickies n love bites

word count: 2.5k <3

a/n: idfk if vinnie has a pool in his apt, i added one for the plot 😭

Stress was one of the most constant presences in your life. University, friendships, family relationships. It was as if stress was an obsessive ex that you couldn’t get rid of creeping back into your life once it got good. 

The only thing that could keep it a bay was Vinnie, your best friend of 12 years, ever since you were nine years old the boy was like a walking calmer for you. His presence made you relax and he always reminded you when you needed to take a break.

Ever since he moved out to LA at 18 the stress slowly crept back into your life, and you had to adapt again. More friends in uni and new found appreciation of swimming. 

If you weren't studying or with your friends, you were swimming. Sometimes the water made you calm down, it felt as if all your stress floated away as the water touched your skin.

That’s where you were again, the pool attached to Vinnie's apartment. 

It was so odd, the lanky scruffy boy who you became friends with grew into the type of men you would see modeling- and you did.

Everything was so much more intimidating about the boy. His height, the tattoos littering his skin which make your skin turn hot. 

His new found fame which made your head dizzy the longer you thought about it. The idea of the boy you first became friends with turning into this man who had girls falling over him left in right made your stomach flip and you had no idea if it was good or bad. 

You had kept an eye on what he was up to in LA, his friends, his business, that one fight that made you nearly throw up out of fear. 

And of course who he was dating.

It always said he wasn’t seeing anyone but you were never convinced, no one looks like that and is single, you always thought to yourself.

But it wasn’t just him who had changed. 

Looking back, being stuck to one boy's side for all of elementary, middle, and high school was a hindrance.

Once you branched out in university you flourished.

You grew into a new woman.

Your features were sharper, your curves more defined, your entire face had what your friends called, ‘a glow up’. 

Regular visits to the gym and taking care of yourself made you stand out.

Also being more active in your sex and love life made you more in touch with your body. Your last ex boyfriend taught you so much about what you did and didn’t like, you got better and sex and the burst of confidence helped you in tremendous ways.

You walked with more purpose in your steps and it really did seem like you left Seattle and turned into a different woman.

But this new Vinnie made you feel like a little girl again. Floundering in the big kids pool, kicking your tiny legs for a chance to come up and breathe again.

All of your confidence was for show as when Vinnie walked in you returned into that stressful anxious girl again.

You relaxed lackadaisical at the edge of the pool looking over the edge. 

Everything looked so small, everyone down there had their own lives, your worries seemed miniscule compared to what everyone else down there had to go through. 

An ambulance rushed by and the only thought you had was someone was about to get the most devastating news of your life.

It was like a trance the city of LA put you into.

The city of angels. 

“You look deep in thought.” The velvety voice of the boy who the house belonged to piped in.

You turned and saw Vinnie resting against the sliding door of the balcony. His hands were in the pockets of his swim trunks whilst he had an unbuttoned linen shirt barely converting his ink filled torso. 

“I’m always deep in thought Vinne, you know that.” A small huff left your plump lips as you turned and said that.

“I know but especially today.” He explained whilst walking over to dip his feet in the pool, “Is LA freaking you out? I felt like that for the first year I was here.”

He always did that. Trying to figure out what made you uncomfortable and trying to fix that. He was always kind like that.

“No Vin, it’s everything. It’s so weird. You left Seattle as a scared boy and now you seem like someone I’d see plastered on magazines talking about how many girls he sleeps with in a year.” The crude stereotype aside, Vinnie laughed at your remark.

“I’m still the same guy, you know that.” He said and continued a second later, “Besides, look at you. You're like a different person.”

It was your turn to laugh now, “You can come in you know that? It’s like you're trying to stay away from me.”

He smiled, “Thanks for the invite into my own pool.”

Despite the sarcasm he took his shirt off and entered the pool, walking over to where you were floating. 

He towered over you.

“I don’t think I’ve changed that much.” You toyed with your bikini strap, “I’m still the same anxious girl you met.”

His hands rested on your waist, “Sure, but you're more confident, you're more talkative, plus you look so different.” 

It’s quiet until Vinnie breaks the silence again.

“I kept checking on your Instagram now and again. You seem happier.” You both know what he means when he says that.

“I am. Moving out of Seattle was hard but in the grand scheme of things I couldn’t stay there after you left, it felt empty.” You tell him as he pushes a strand of hair away from your face.

“M’ sorry, I had to leave but my biggest regret is that you couldn’t have come with me.” 

You laugh pulling away from him and turing back around, facing the city again, leaning over the edge of the pool.

“Even if you have asked I wouldn’t have come. I love you Vin, but I was always was gonna go to university. You were the unconventional one out of the 2 of us.” You sigh pulling you hair to one side and playing with the ends, a sort of nervous tick you developed after your first months in university.

“I know.” He breathes out, “That’s why I didn’t ask but a part of me always hoped you would come.” 

He comes closer to you, his hands wrap around your waist and now your back is hitting his chest. His head practically rests on top of yours.

You nearly start crying. 

You don’t know why. 

“You think anyone down there is going through the same thing were going through?” It’s a dumb question on your part but you like talking to the blond.

“Are any of them dealing with 2 friends you love each other and have been apart for so long that they don’t know what to do,” He pauses, “Also one of them if famous and the other is the most amazing person on earth? Nah I don’t think so.”

“Mhm that makes sense.”

It goes quiet again.

The wind rustles against the palm trees and if you really focused your ears you could hear the waves crashing along the shore.

“You keep tabs on my insta?” You ask with a smile creeping up on your face

He smiles him self letting a huff of laughter out, “Yeah, I was hoping you forgot I said that.”

“Why, whatd’ya see on there?” Another dumb question, you know exactly what he saw on there.

“You look happier, also you have new friends, ones I would like to meet,” His heart skips a beat, “Also y’know that guys on there.”

You laugh internally and turn around so you can see his face.

“Their some of my friends, I think you would like them.” You know he wouldn’t.

“What about Tyler?” 

Your ex-boyfriend, the one you meet during finals week of your sophomore year. You had dated for nearly 9 months before you broke it off. 

It wasn’t anything serious, he didn’t cheat, he didn’t lie- your lives were too different and you both knew that.

It was a mutual decision but Vinnie didn’t care. Anyone the broke up with you or even hurt you in anyways was evil in his eyes, how anyone could do that to you, he couldn’t explain to himself. 

“Tyler’s Tyler it doesn’t matter.” 

He blinks at you.

“What you want me to bring up all the girls your rumored to be dating?”

“Fuck off you know that isn’t the same thing. Half of those girls I only follow on tiktok and I haven’t been in a single committed relationship with any of them… Why the fuck did I find out about your long term relationship over fucking INSTAGRAM, I’m your best friend what hell?”

He steps back, with his hands in the air like he’s being accused of something.

“I don’t know Vin I just didn’t know how to tell you, everything was too much. I was so worried what you were gonna think and then it got to late. I felt like there was no point in telling you-” 

You ramble and he cuts you off.

“It’s fine, breathe pretty girl, just relax, I’m right here.” 

He pulls you closer to him and the moment you look into his eyes that calming effect he has on you just corses through your body.

Something just clicks inside the both of you and he’s kissing you so gently it’s like hes afraid of breaking you. 

His lips slot perfectly into your’s, it’s like you were made for him, his hands fall onto your ass as he pulls you closer, his eyebrows are knitted together in focus and he’s holding you as if he’s afraid to lose you.

It feels so fucking right. 

You the one that pulls him harder into you, your hands tangle into his hair, deepening the kiss.

Your nails rake the back of his neck and he hums in content. 

Your the one that pulls back, a trail of saliva linking the 2 of you and he looks at you so intently as if he’s studying you.

“Your so beautiful. I don’t think I tell you that enough.” And his lips are back on yours.

Your the one who pulls the strings of your bikini of and his lifting you up so your flush against his body, most likely so he can feel your tits pressed up against his chest. 

He’s grining in the kiss, as his hands grope your thighs and ass trailing up towards your hips. His hands are all over you and your ecstatic they are.

“More” you whisper into the kiss like it’s a secret only the two of you can share or else yoru lives would ruin.

“Please Vinnie I’m begging you.” You know your not telling him what you wnat but you pray he’ll save some of the embarrassment for you.

“Tell me what you want, I’ll do anything for you.” It’s like a prayer or promise of worship.

“Fuck me please, do whatever you want, I just need you.” It’s desperate and it turns Vinnie on so much more.

His fingers link around the straps of your bottoms and he pulls the down, your fully nude under him as he fiddles with his own shorts.

Your legs link around him as he slowly slides his dick in letting you get used to the size if anything. 

You head falls onto his shoulders as you sigh out, your eyebrows knit and you nearly loose your shit. 

He feels so much bigger than anyone else you’ve ever had sex with and your entire body feels like its getting shocked.

The sensation to crynearly hits you before you pull your self together, latching you lips onto Vinnie’s neck as he starts to move you.

It’sa rhythmic pace and it’s a kind one faring his size but you want more. You’ve waited years for this and you want more than him just being kind. 

“Vinnieee,” It comes out as a needy whine as you cry out his name, “More, harder, anything just please needa feel you everywhere.” 

You ramble but he knows what you want. He knows your body, he knows you better than you know yourself. 

His pace speeds up and he tries to keep kissing your but you keep writhing. He finds it adorable but your trying not to cum as quick to draw this out. 

You wanna feel him everywhere, you wanna be able to only see him.

“Vin,” You words are loosing power as he keeps thrusting into you, your thighs are sore and your mind is clouded with the thought of yoru impending orgasm. 

“Choke me please, need to feel you.” His pace falters as he tries to grapple with what you just admitted to him.

The look on your face proves your not joking but he swears he nearly came just by the sentence alone. 

His dick twitches inside you as his hands wrap around the base of your neck, he pulls yoru face up and you look into his eyes. 

You look drunk and delrious and he wants you to have his kids right there on the spot. 

He can’t even tell you what it is, he’s just so much more in love with you.

As his hands add pressure your hands comes to weakly wrap around his, not realy doing anything, just an unorthodox way of holding hands.

Your sense are flooded with just, Vinnie. 

The same boy practically trained to teach you how to breathe when your mind rabbles, cutting your breathe off, and the way he looks while doing it.

His pupils are blown out and his face looks like a mix of lust and love. The whole scene out of a porno but even his eyes can’t hide how deeply he’s in love with you.

When he lets your neck go you inhale so deeply you nearly start coughing and he pulls you closer to him as his thrusts become sporadic. 

Your forehead rests against his as you both cum, nearly blacking out as your vision goes white.

Your panting as he puts you down on the edge of the pool as he finds you a towl and the rest of your clothes floating around in the pool. 

You end up in the bath making sure the get the chlorine off and the residues of sex off the both of you.

Your lying ontop of his as his hands rake through your hair.

“Just breathe baby we’ll take about it tomorrow.” And thats what you do, breathing to the sund of his heartbeats. 

[honestlywtf04]

i think i said something along the lines of: maybe they're in a fight because they haven’t been spending much time and he's being distant which is hurting her feelings. with a happy ending

thanks for writing it 🫶

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐫

warning: sad, angst, crying, swearing, self-doubt, happy ending.

summary: she can't figure out why he's so distant, it's tearing their relationship apart.

this didn't take as long as i thought, enjoy reading!

why is he like this? what did i do to deserve this type of treatment? he comes home, barely gives me a kiss and goes to bed immediately. when he doesn't do that, he goes out with jett and jack... at least that what i've heard from him.

he doesn't treat me like someone he is in love with, he treats me like someone he finds irritating, we barely even interact. does he even go with jack and jett? what if there is someone else, what if he doesn't love me anymore, maybe he is stressed out, maybe he doesn't trust me, maybe he doesn't love me, maybe i did something and he hates me.

i don't know. i never believed that vinnie would cheat, and i still don't believe that. there has to be some other reason, maybe someone died and he's taking it hard. but he would tell me if something like that happened. ugh! this is frustrating.

my worst fear is him breaking up with me, that's why i'm sitting on my bathroom floor crying. he doesn't love you anymore y/n the voice in my head keeps telling me. he's going to break up with me anytime now. i can feel it.

fight for it if you love him, communication is key right? the other voice in my head tells me. it is right, there is no point in staying in a relationship if i'm not willing to fight for it. if i don't do anything, if i don't use my voice, if i don't say something, then this is how it's going to be for years to come and i'll regret not saying something sooner.

i wipe my tears and walk towards the dining table when i hear his car pull up on the driveway. it doesn't take long for him to walk through the door. once he sees me, there is no emotion on his face, but he still walks towards me and gives a light peck on the lips before walking to our shared bedroom.

he stops dead in his tracks once i call him "vincent." he hates to be called his full name, which is why i said it, he won't listen if i said 'vinnie' in my pathetic voice.

"what," he sighs and turns around like a teenage boy annoyed with his mom. "you know exactly what, how long is this gonna keep going for? you just came home and you're gonna go to sleep immediately? i'm your fucking girlfriend so i would appreciate it if you showed like you actually cared about me," wow- i surprised myself too, i wasn't expecting myself to go all in immediately.

he looks up and breaths before speaking, "i literally just kissed you, sorry that i don't make out with you and sorry that i don't fucking cling onto you 24/7 there are other things for me to worry about than someone that is so fucking desperate for attention," he mutters and i raise my eyebrow.

"desperate? really? you think me wanting the basics of a relationship is desperate than go fuck yourself vincent," the tone in my voice is harsher than i want it to be but i'm so frustrated and sad, this has been going on for two months and i'm sick of it.

"what the hell is going on with you?" he looks down once i ask that question and i slowly walk towards him. "i'm gonna ask you something and i'm gonna need you to be honest with me," he briefly makes eye-contact before he looks down again.

"are you seeing someone else?" the moment the words leave my mouth, he backs away and looks at me with the most pained and offended expression i've ever seen.

"what the fuck? you really think i'm cheating on you y/n, how long have we been together? four fucking years. do you actually think i'm just gonna throw that away?" i let out a breath i didn't know i was holding, he technically just said (indirectly) that he isn't breaking up with me.

"then what's going on with you?! i want you to be honest with me, i'm your girlfriend, i'm the person you should be to trust, if you are going through something please just tell me, i'm here for you, i love you vinnie," i feel my bottom lip quiver when i see his eyes get glossy.

it's not long before he breaks and starts crying. i grab his head and let him lean it on my shoulder, "shh, it's okay let it out my love," you whisper hearing the man sniffle and let out shaky breaths.

"i'm sorry y/n," he whimpers, wrapping his arms around his torso. "i love you so damn much and i'm so fucking sorry that i'm not showing it."

"i- i'm too fucking stressed out, my manager wants me to get more stuff out for publicity, matt wants me to stream more, do more photoshoots, collab more, jack wants to travel everywhere, i barely ever have time for myself, i don't have any breaks, i'm tired y/n. i'm not made for this life, i can't do this anymore," he starts go quietly sob on your shoulder. you hold onto your trembling boyfriend rubbing his back gently.

"an- and when i come home you don't know how badly i want to hug you and kiss you but i get so annoyed so quickly and i don't want to get annoyed by you, so i end up going to sleep."

"i'm so sorry y/n im so so sorry."

"hey, it's okay. this is what i wanted, for you to talk to me. it's my job, you can tell me anything you want. don't apologize for being human," he lifts his head and you hold onto his face and wipe his tears. you both take a deep breath before sharing your first actual kiss in two months.

once you both pull away he rests his forehead on yours. "i love you, you don't know how much i love you. i'm so in love with you," he whispers.

"i'm so in love with you too," you whisper back at him.

[vinschalamet]

@diorjadore told me i had to post 🙄

[hackervinnie117]

Me when someone says they don’t like Vinnie 🖤🤣

[vantegenki]

like or reblog if u save. don't repost!

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[selionhun]

Tease — V.HACKER

Summary

Vinnie saw you flirting with someone last night, and in return, he made sure you knew who was the one that could make you feel good. SMUT

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Lying in your bed, you scrolled through your phone, sleep still on your mind as you aimlessly liked pictures. You hair was a mess, sprawled all over the pillow cases, and lips were pouty. At first you had assumed the knocking was a figment of your imagination, that it was too early for anyone to be awake besides yourself, you knew for damn sure that after staying up all night partying, that Maddy would still be passed out on her bed. Maybe it was Dezi

It wasn't until the knocking happened again, that you realised that maybe you weren’t imagining anything. Groaning, you stood from your bed and waddled over towards the door, a frown etched onto your face as you did so. Dezi wasn’t supposed to come get you for another hour to go for breakfast, so why was she here so early?

Opening the door, and who you revealed was not Dezi, instead it was a casually dressed Vinnie Hacker with a look of almost distress on his face. He wore grey sweat pants that hung loosely on his hips, the draw strings lazily tied in a bow at the centre, and he wore a tight v-neck singlet that showed off all of his tattoos except the one you loved the most on his chest.

"Vinnie?" You questioned, your face of annoyance turning to one similar of confusion. You hadn't seen each other for since the party the previous night.

His hand came up to your neck gently, long fingers pressed against the sensitive skin as he walked into the room, closing the door behind him softly. His thumb grazed against your jawline as he observed you, still dressed in your sleep attire, which consisted of one of your dads old shirts and a pair of random panties. With no makeup, hair a mess, and stained clothes, you were still easily the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

"Did you like flirting with him last night?" He questioned you, his eyes desperately trying to find an answer in your body language. The way you were so responsive to him, how your body arched up towards his, your hand on his chest.

"What are you talking about?" You questioned, genuinely still too spaced out from your sleep to understand his question. By the way his movement were so jerky and how his words were so rushed, you could tell he hadn't gotten any sleep.

"Don't play dumb with me Y/N," Vinnie huffed, his hands around your neck tightening a little bit. The way you practically jumped into his hands at this action gave him the answer he wanted, but he needed you to say it, to tell him that it was him he had only been seeing things last night . "At the party, did you like how he practically eye fucked you?"

"No, Vinnie," you replied without falter, your eyes boring into his big hazel eyes. You doesn't say anything else, you didn't have the opportunity to as Vinnie's thumb slid between your partied lips, digit resting on the warm expanse of your tongue, and in an instant reaction, you wrapped your lips around his thumb. Swirling your tongue around his finger, hollowing out your cheeks as you gently sucked. The blush that creeped up from his neck and joined at his cheeks was darkening, his other hand tightening around your throat.

"Fuck," he breathed, watching you ravish his thumb like you wished you could be doing to his cock, which he's begun to absentmindedly rutting against your cunt, bulge brushing against her clit through the fabric of your panties. You could feel your mind going fucking haywire at the brief ghost of stimulation. You released his digit with a pop, swirling your tongue around his fingertip once more before he pulls his finger fully out of your mouth, using that same hand to grasp your chin, pulling your head up to his.

Neither of you were not sure who leant in first, but within seconds his lips were smashed against yours. It's bruising and intense, teeth clashing and biting into your lower lip and your lips open in a silent cry - his tongue forces its way into your mouth, asserting dominance without the slightest bit of effort and you let him. Bringing your arms to wrap around his neck, you whimpered into his and pushing your body further into his, his hard cock pressing through his sweatpants against your cunt.

"Vinnie," you gasped, the two-syllable name muffled against his lips as he grunts into your mouth, tongue tracing your bottom lip. The hand that had been wrapped around your neck slowly moved down your body until it was flush against your chest, his touch becoming like dynamite against your peaked nipples, obvious through the thin shirt you wore "Fuck, please."

"Please what?" he questioned, gruff and needy into your lips, and you can hardly breathe for how hard you were focusing your energy on kissing him like your life depended on it. "Please what?"

"Please fuck me -" The words had sounded foreign on your lips and Vinnie pauses, lips halted against yours for just the briefest moment even as his hand continues its groping of your chest, tugging your shirt up until your tits are practically spilling out of the fabric, he palmed your boobs, working a taut nipple between his finger as you mewled into his mouth.

He hums as his fingers twisted and flicked your hard nipples. "You're filthy," Vinnie says sounding nearly in awe, and you nodded just as his hand slid down your stomach, pushing beneath the fabric of your panties. "Who makes you feel this good huh? Not that fucking loser."

"You baby," you breathed, feeling his fingers tugging down the waistband of your panthers, and you lifted your hips for him to pull the fabric down your thighs - in doing so pushing your pelvis further into his and the two of you moan in unison, his fingers pushing into your panties, and your moan breaks into a yelp. "Oh - fuck."

“That’s right baby, me, I’m doing this, not him.”Vinnie's warm fingers slid through your folds briefly, your wetness surely soaking his skin and he exhales against your neck, tongue lapping over the vein in your throat one last time before he pulls his face fully away from your skin. Before you could even protest, Vinnie is pushing you backwards until your back was pressed firmly against something cold. As his fingers slowly drag up and down your pussy, your eyes fluttered shut, the sensation sending you into overdrive. Flipping you around, she felt the cool material press against your exposed chest, his other hand coming back up to play with your nipples again.

"Open your eyes," Vinnie growled. You found herself face to face with your own jaggered reflection, eyes meeting Vinnie's in the reflection of the window. He had pushed you against the floor length windows that had been installed in your room months ago, it has been looking down at the pool in your backyard of the shared house you lived in with your friends, your mouth falls open in a groan as you look down at all the crystal clearwater below them, thank god the windows were tinted on the outside, so you could look out, and they couldn’t look in.

"Let’s hope someone comes out and sees you acting like a fucking mess for me" he tells you, knowing though that they wouldn’t be able to see anything unless the squinted, your eyes looking for his in the reflection of the window. Two fingers dip into your folds and there's a sharp contrast between the warmth of youe cunt, dripping onto him, and the jolting freeze of his hand as he works one finger into your hole.

You dropped your head back with a whimper. His one finger had been bigger than two of your own, at least, and you could already feel your knees beginning to buckle at the sensation. Vinnie tuts in your ear, tightening his arm around your chest and you leant all your weight back into him, legs spreading as far as the panties around your thighs would allow.

He waits a moment before beginning to thrust his finger in and out of you. It's a slow, tantalizing pace at first, the draw of his finger in and out of your soaked pussy like some form of torture once, though once you got used to the pressure, you pushed your hips against his touch, breathing labored and uneven as you stared down at the pool. Vinnie pressed his chin to your shoulder, eyes on you through the reflection in the window. Reaching your arms backwards, your fingers curled through the long, blonde curls, weaving your finger around his hair and tugging the soft strands until he grunted. Those long slender fingers inside of you curled upwards, hitting that aching spot that caused your legs to go tense and cry to slip from your lips.

"You're so responsive," Vinnie says, and you may have considered it teasing if it weren't for the admiring tone of his voice like he's amazed by your sounds. The heel of his hand brushes against your throbbing clit and when it does you whined in response, rocking your hips into his palm and fingers, watching him smile in the reflection. "Gonna work you open, okay?"

"So you can take me," he continues as you nod your head, his hips rut against your ass, his straining bulge rubbing at your bare skin and perhaps you’d think he's being cocky - presuming he's so large you couldn't take him without him getting you to cum first - but judging from the size of him that you felt through his sweatpants, and the previous encounters that you’d faced, she knew he was right.

"Dezi," you choked out, "she’s going to come, come get me soon."

"Well she'll just have to wait at the door won't she?" Vinnie grunted back, his tone condescending but making butterflies appear in your stomach. Pinching your nipple, he sucked on your neck, wanting so desperately to mark you, to show the world that you belonged to someone.

"Yes," you breathed in response and he hums, pumping a second finger inside of your hole, your pussy clenching around his fingers. Doubling forward as the pleasure overwhelmed you, Vinnie anticipating your movement and following you foreword. His chest was flush against you, and his lips sucking at the skin of your throat as you sobbed out. Vinnie's arm never leaves your chest, holding you tight to him so you don't fall over as euphoria takes over your entire body. You never thought youd ever been so close to cumming this fast and Vinnie some how knew this. You responded perfectly to him, like every inch of you was made for him.

"Oh, god," the words are a breathy cry as Vinnie's fingers curl again, fingers brushing against the spot inside of you that has your vision going hazy. Dropping you head back against his shoulder, you relished in the pleasure that he was giving you. You can hear his breathing in your ear as his lips attach to your throat, suckling at the gentle skin like he'd been doing before and now you’re sure your skin will look like a fucking painting when he's done with you but you wouldn't have it any other way.

"Think you can take one more?" Vinnie inquires, voice shooting directly into your ear, and for a moment you’re sure he must be kidding. You already feel stretched tight around two digits and you didnt think you could handle a third. Just as you were going to let out your muffled reply, he took matters into his own hand and added a third, the stretch burning and foreign to you.

"Fuck, Vinnie," you cried out, lifting you head to watch yourself in the reflection of the window. Your wetness dripped down his palm where you were stretched around him and your hold in his hair tightened, in a quick respond his gnash against your throat as he hissed. You looked fucking wrecked and it was just his fingers - you couldnt imagine how you’d possibly feel when he's buried his cock inside of you, though one quick glance at the clock mounted on the wall through the window reflection tells you that it's only five minutes til Dezi comes to get you, and you doubt you’ll even have enough time for that. Vinnie watched you through the reflection, the image burning into his mind, how your shirt was pulled over your breasts, how his fingers twisted your nipple and palmed your breast, how his fingers disappeared into your pussy. This was forever going to be in his mind.

“Vinnie,” you moaned, legs quivering

"Gonna cum?" Vinnie questions, fingers thrusting in and out of you at a brutal, head spinning pace that makes you clench around him. It's like he knows your body so well, knows exactly what spot to brush to get you to lose your fucking mind and you wonders, briefly, how often he's done this.

You nodded vehemently, the look he gave you through the reflection pushing you further to the edge until you’re nearly pulling away from his touch because holy shit, it had become too much, and you didn't know if you could handle it but Vinnie wasn't going to let you escape. His hold on your chest is now like a vise, tight and unforgiving, and he forces you to stay pressed to his body until you’re mewling beneath him.

"Yeah," he mumbles, palm splayed over your exposed chest and he pinches at one of your nipples again, your chest arching into him as you cried out. Every part of your body feels positively violated by him in the most delicious way possible, every square inch of skin covered by his touch to some degree and you wouldn't have it any other way. "Yeah, cum for me sweetheart, cum on my fingers, you can do it."

You were so close, your release so imminent you could practically taste it against your tongue and you ground your hips further into his touch, feeling his fingers grip onto your heaving tits as he attempts to steady you. Vinnie's breathing is heavy and stuttered into your ear, his eyes never leaving your utterly debauched reflection in the window opposite them and you slowly raise your eyes to look at yourself again. Looking at where his hand disappears into the fabric of your panties, fingers working in and out of you at a delicious pace, and his eyes are so blown with lust they're practically black, instead of those creamy hazel orbs.

Your body jerks into his as waves of euphoria begin to trickle down your body, your orgasm finally hitting you with the force of a wave, and it's at that moment that you hear the footsteps of Dezi coming from the hallway, the rooms having unfortunately thin walls. Your eyes widened and you instinctively reached down, hands wrapping around Vinnie's wrist to attempt to pull his hand out of your panties but he's unrelenting, pulling his fingers from you to circle your clit vehemently, and his hand on your breasts rides up to press against your mouth. Resulting in your moans to muffle into his soft palm as your knees buckle, your release hard and heavy and sending your head spinning

The knock on the door came with a crash of disappointment for both of you, their breathing unsteady and loud. You hadn't even come down from your high yet, and his rock hard cock was pressed firmly against your ass. You spun around to face him, your lips parted as you crashed them back onto his. All you wanted was to push him onto the floor and ride him till your knees were bruised, but unfortunately she had plans with Dezi first.

“Just remember who made you feel like this,” Vinnie growled, his hands coming to your neck again, “if you’re not back in an hour, I’ll finish myself off.”

Nodding your head, you looked up at him with such doe eyes that he just wanted to pick you up and fuck you against the mirror, but as Dezi began to shake the door handle, he knew he couldn’t. Pulling your panties up, you skipped over to your door and met, Dezi with a look of wildness and sleep.

“I didn’t know Vinnie slept over,” Dezi giggled.

Pushing her out of the room, you smiled and winked at her, “I’ll tell you all about it at breakfast, but let me get dressed now.”

[lowkeycasanova]

working out separately- v.h

To the person who requested this, you know who you are. Somehow your message in my inbox got deleted.

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*And let's appreciate this picture, shall we?*

The gym buzzed with the familiar hum of machines and rhythmic clanking of weights. You and Vinnie stepped through the entrance. Though you two entered together, you had your separate routines to follow. With a parting kiss, you headed to your respective corners of the gym.

You settled into your usual spot by the treadmills, starting with a brisk walk as a warmup. Vinnie, meanwhile, headed to the weights, setting up for his first set of bicep curls.

As your pace quickened, you glanced over at Vinnie, who was in the middle of a heavy lift. His focused expression made you smile. But with his head lifting up, you quickly looked away, hoping he hadn't noticed. Vinnie caught you from the corner of his eye, smirking to himself as he continued his reps.

While you transitioned to doing lunges with a weight in hand, Vinnie moved to the seated row. The glances became something like a game throughout the session. Each time you stole a look at each other, your eyes would meet briefly, sparking a silent conversation filled with playful glances and shared smiles.

Upon completing your main workout, you headed to the stair master to finish with some cardio. Vinnie, having completed his sets, wiped his face with a towel and looked over at you. He couldn't resist the urge to be near you any longer.

Walking over, he stood next to the machine you were on, catching his breath. You were too locked in to notice but when you saw his shirtless frame, you were surprised, but pleased. His presence was warm and your steps never faltered. He glanced around at others and simply wanted to be next to you, silently enjoying the moment.

After a few quiet minutes, Vinnie turns to you, his eyes twinkling. He subtly runs his fingers over yours that are gripping the rail. You laugh softly to yourself, understanding his request without words. You slowed the stair master to a stop, stepping off to meet him. Leaning in, he places a gently kiss on your lips. Like a reward for your little game.

Or maybe it's his way of showing the guy next to you that you're not single.

[eclipsemedia]

vinnie

I’m starting to realize that you didn’t deserve a guy like me…

[slvthrs]

ALL THE THINGS WE COULDN'T SAY | v.hacker

— MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD —

No matter what, seeing him all over again feels like the inch has given you, spans the entire seas.

OLD BSF!VINNIE X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, some angst, some fluff, unprotected sex, alcohol ment, making out praise kink, degradation kink, cheating, possessiveness, angry sex, slapping, face pushing, begging, choking, mean vinnie!!

word count:  2.5k <3

a/n: lil apology for the disappearance mls :(

Ever since that fateful day, I haven’t spoken a word to Vinnie.

It’s not like we were best friends, chatting everyday- at least not best friends in LA. But having sex whilst he had a girlfriend proved too much for me.

I ignored every text, every call, every attempt to get in contact despite what I really wanted. However I knew that any form of interaction between us would end up the same way our last one ended.

And I was very right.

It had been 2 months, it was all going good. I was starting to forget the feeling of his lips on me. Starting to forget the way he made me laugh, held my body close whispering sweet nothings. 

I started spending more time at the gym, and spent more time with my friends. Went out clubbing, shopping, anything that would help me forget. 

But in the back of my mind, only one thing actually made me crumble in the middle of the night, only one thing I thought of when I fell asleep, the one thing I craved.

He had given me an inch and I imagined it to be a mile- the same mistake I kept on making.

So when I heard that Vinnie was throwing his birthday and I had received the coveted invitation- I imagined it to be the world.

Vinnie’s birthday was always something I looked forward to back home. Maria’s cooking, Nate on the grill, and Reggie playing silly board games with Vinnie and I.

***

“YOU FUCKING CHEATER” I yelled, jostling Poncho in my lap.

“Oh c’mon it’s not my fault you suck at Uno” Vinnie laughs moving to pet Poncho.

“Absolutely not! I had Uno, I was about to win!” I grumble, my head falling onto the coffee table table.

Reggie’s hand rubs my back, “Hey we all know Vinnie cheats don’t worry,” He teases sticking his tongue out at his big brother.

The two boys start bickering, laughing, and yelling curses as I cradle Poncho, “Shh baby ignore em their just two stinky men” I whisper

Their words quickly turn into playful rough housing until Maria breaks them up bringing out Vinnie’s cake.

His face is illuminated by the soft glow of the candles, as the cake is set in front of him. His big signature toothy grin covers his entire face as he watches us start to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to him.

One of his hands wraps around my waist and my world just stops- at least for a moment before I’m jostled by him blowing out the candles in one big huff.

“What did you wish for Vin?” Nate asks, smiling at his newly adult son

His face turns to look at me giving me a smile before turning back to his dad, “Can’t say unless I don’t want it to come true.”

My world just died right there before starting all over again.

That was a day before he left for LA.

***

I had spent the night getting ready with my friends. I was adorned in pretty jewelry complimenting my hair. I was wearing a pretty white tie-in-the-front white cropped top with long sleeves and a low-rise white mini skirt. I had matching waist chains with some strappy white heels. 

Vinnie’s favourite perfume of mine sprayed on my skin in an involuntary action as I packed up my little purse with some needed essentials and some non-essentials.

I stared in the mirror, Was I really doing this?

“Babes Tyler is here!” My friend Kylie shoots in my direction.

Tyler- the only reason my friends thought I should go to this party was if I brought a guy, so Tyler had to do.

I guess I am.

My friends and I walk out to Tyler’s car, not before a shot for pure confidence, and slip into the passenger seat driving down the same way I went two months ago.

We arrive at the house around 10:30, right around when most people are trickling in. I fix my dress as we walk through the door and all of a sudden the wave of anxiousness washes over me and I want to run.

I don’t however run away, despite how much I want to, I still hold it together.

Kylie pulls me aside to check up on me and hands me a drink, telling me to ‘get some!’ Despite the fact that we both have very different people in mind. 

Jordan, one of Vinnie’s friends walks up to me engaging in mindless conversation that's so clearly an attempt to find out who Tyler is or if “I’m seeing anyone.”

Despite that fact we have a pleasant conversation whilst I feel a pair of very familiar eyes burning into the back of my skull as I hug Jordan goodbye as people get ready for midnight.

Two blonde dudes come in holding a large sheet cake with 22 candles placed ever so gently on top.

Vinnie’s hand is wrapped around Allison who stares at him as if he’s the sun and the stars and his eyes stay on me, causing me to sweat. He grins as the cake is placed in front of him, straightening out his stupid little suit as everyone begins to sing.

As the song finishes everyone bursts into cheers as he blows out his candle as Allison grips onto him, his eyes leave the cake finding his girlfriend’s as she asks, “What did you wish for baby?”

He smiles, not saying a word as he looks back at me, “It’s a secret.”

That’s too much for me.

I maneuver around the drunk crowd, sprinting up the nearest stairs and into the first room, walking out onto the balcony and sitting down on the ground.

My world feels like it's out of orbit, everything just stopped. My head tips back on the glass balcony as I try to recollect my thoughts.

Stray tears fall onto my face, if he can do it for her, why couldn’t he have done it for me, is the only thought that swirls in my mind.

“Hey are you okay?” No no no.

I shut my eyes praying he’ll just go away, but he doesn’t, he never could. He sits down next to me, his body heat slipping on to me.

His hand rests on my shoulder, “Open your eyes” Vinnie’s voice whispers and like a marionette, I obliged.

My bloodshot teary eyes meet his as I turn my head as I move to wipe away my tears.

“Yes?” My voice breaks.

“Why are you crying?” He whispers, his gaze soft and his words even softer.

“Don’t do this, Vinnie.” I whisper, desperation evident in my voice.

“What pretty girl?”

And I cry all over again. I take in staggered breaths as his arms wrap around me. His hands soothe my skin as I crumble into his dumb suit.

I melt into his touch. I want to die like this, in his arms.

“I can’t do this, I don’t know why I came” I whisper as tears fall on my face and into his shirt.

“It’s my birthday… didn’t you want to be here?” He asks, his voice breaking a little as he pulls my face away, lifting up my chin to look at him.

His gaze drops to my lips for a moment as I snap out of it, immediately rising to my feet stepping into the room.

“No no we can’t do this” I whisper-yell at him, my hands crossed over my chest

“We’re not doing anything?” He looks bewildered, his eyebrows knit together

“We can’t be friends.. I-I can’t be here alone with you, your girlfriends downstairs!” My voice rises a little

His expression is the picturesque definition of pain, “Why not?”

“Because I spent years loving you and you threw it all away!” I yell my hand pointing at him

“I didn’t throw it away!” He raises his voice, stepping closer to me

“Oh yes you fucking did, and I was doing so good! I was forgetting about you!” I cry out, I step closer to him.

“I don’t want you to forget about me” His voice is expressionless, as he steps closer as we’re practically chest to chest

“I want to! You have a girlfriend” I slam my fist on his chest as his grabs my wrist

“Jesus were you always this fucking bossy when we were kids?” His eyes narrow, eyeing me

I roll my eyes and scoff, “Fuck. You.” 

He has the audacity to laugh, “You can try and forget me, get with that idiot you got here with- But never, tell me I threw us away, I loved you! I love you.” 

His voice softens ever so slightly, “I will never not love you, tell me to break up with Allison, I will, tell me to kick everyone out right now, I will. Whatever you want, tell me. I’m yours”

“I hate you. Leave.” I huff

He shakes his head, “Anything but that.” 

“Leave me like you left me 3 years ago and 2 months ago” I whisper

“No.” His voice is harsh and commanding

“Vinnie…”

“No.” His grasp on my hand doesn't falter and in fact his other hand grasps my other wrist.

My eyes narrow, please whatever scraps of self respect I have please kick in.

His pushes me back against the wall, my hands pinned either side of me as he places a kiss on the birthmark on my neck, “I’m never leaving you”

I shut my eyes, tipping my head back, please kick in, I beg.

“Open your eyes.” His voice rough and ragged

My eyes flutter open, meeting his blown out brown eyes.

Oh no.

His lips meet mine in a desperate kiss, his hand moves to grasp my waist as mine tangles in his hair. 

“We can’t” I whisper despite still kissing him back

“Just shut the fuck up” He groans as he bites down on my bottom lip

“You’re my worst addiction” He mumbles moving to kiss my neck

I whine, nails digging into his curly brown locks, “I hate you”

“I know my love” I murmurs against my skin, kissing every spot of my neck he can find before dipping down to my tits.

“Vinnie-”

“Yes.” His voice cuts mine off, his head tipping up, looking up at my eyes.

I shut my eyes, “Need you”

“What? Where? Tell me” He begs

“Need you to fuck me, rough” I whisper

He stops his kisses, moving to cup my face, “Whatever you want doll”.

He meets my lips in a rough kiss guiding me to the edge of the bed, pushing me down to sit.

“God you're so pretty, it makes me wanna ruin you sometimes” He whispers out, his voice rough as he moves a strand of my hair away from my face as he looks down at me.

He moves me further up the bed as he leans over me, pulling the buttons of his waist coat down but as he’s mid way he gets frustrated he just rips it off along with his shirt as he kisses me again.

His lips move in tandem with mine as he pulls the knot of my shirt, causing it to fall down.

“Mine” He whispers into the kiss, “Say it princess”

“Yours” I whine as he shuffles my skirt and panties off and unclasped my bra

“My perfect girl” He mumbles as he flips me over, smushing my face into the pillows

I can hear his belt clinking open and he shuffles out of his constricting dress pants and boxers

“S gonna hurt darling girl, just be good for me” He whispers as he kisses my spine as he slowly stretches me out

His hand pushes my head down into the pillow as his other hand rubs circles on my clit.

My toes curl up and my eyes roll back as he starts to slowly rut into me, “There she fucking is”

His grunts echo in the room as my muffled moans coat the pillow, “Cmon, you can take it won't you? You're just so good for me.”

His words tease me as he speeds up his pace, he pushes down my head to thrust deeper into me as his muscles flex around me.

“So fucking tight, s’ like you were made for me” He grits as he pulls my hair up as a ragged moan leaves my mouth

“Such a whore, so good for me aren’t ya?” He chuckles

I whine nodding my head as my mind is too cloudy to form words.

He slaps my ass illciting another pitchy moan from me, “Asked you a fucking question” 

“Mhm all for you” I mumble biting down on my lip

“God you don’t even know what you fucking do to me darling” He groans as his hand speeds up around my clit

“M close, Vin m close” I ramble like an idiot shutting my eyes

He slaps my ass again causing me to yell, “Beg for it gorgeous girl” 

“Please Vinnie” I crumble whining

He laughs at my sad attempt, “My good girl can do better than that can’t she?” 

“Please please I need it so bad, need you so bad” I mewl under him

His pace speeds up, “Yeah? Take it baby”

I cum with a loud moan as my eyes screw shut. I can feel Vinnie kiss along my spine, caressing the sides of my body.

He flips me over so I’m looking at him, his flexed biceps on either side of my face and his dumb chain dangling over my face.

He sinks in again as I whimper, “Can’t Vin” 

“Yes you can, you're so good, aren’t you?” His voice teases

I succumb to his words mindlessly nodding my head.

“That's right, you can take it and you fucking will.” He punctuates with a sharper thrust

The headboard slams against the wall against Vinnie’s impossible strength rutts into me.

One of my hands wraps around his bicep and the other holds onto his wrist as I pull it on to my neck.

His eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.

“Please?” I whisper

He chuckles as he squeezes around my neck using the grip to pound deeper into me as my eyes roll back as my cunt clenched around him.

“M’ gonna cum, can’t hold out, you just feel too fucking good” He whispers

I whine at that cumming around him without warning as I clench around him he finishes inside me.

We take a second to catch our breaths just lying there for a second.

He pulls out maneuvering us on the bed as he kisses my neck, “Not too much my love?”

“Never” I hum

He nuzzles into my neck as my back meets his chest, “Want me to break up with Allison?”

I take a second to process his question.

“Yes… but I don’t want to date you right now” I whisper

“I'll stay alone forever if it’ll make you happy princess” He hums 

“Good” I giggle

“God should've known you were heartache from the moment I met you” He chuckles as he falls asleep in the crook of my neck.

An inch? A mile? As long as it's Vinnie, for you its enough.

[honestlywtf04]

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warning: mention of death/car crash, sad!vinnie, nudity, crying (not sobbing), brief mention of different mental illnesses

summary: the passing of his ex-girlfriend led to him being afraid that you are going to leave him one day for good. you love him, but does he believe that?

ignore any mistakes. also big thank to @chicovinniehacker for helping me with this 😚🫶

he isn't a sexual person when it comes to you, or when it comes to anyone as a matter of fact. sure, he loves when you both end up naked in the sheets making love to each other. but it doesn't happen as often as most people would think. to him, sex isn't something that is needed to show he cares.

he reminds you daily that he loves you, you can never get enough of those three simple words "i love you." he suffers a lot from depression, anxiety and ptsd, with the constant fear of you leaving him, or that maybe you'll end up dying suddenly. his past girlfriend is the main cause of this, she left him for a man she called "better", two weeks later, he got a call by her mom saying that his former girlfriend's car got crashed into and she tragically didn't make it.

it was devastating, he cared so much for her. he got into a heated argument with her "boyfriend" about her death, blaming each other when neither of them were the reason she passed away.

he never questioned his love for you, he knows he loves you. 13 years of friendship that he's glad never went away. you've been there with him through thick and thin, you helped him mentally and emotionally. he's so happy, so proud of you for dealing with someone 'like him.'

every moment he spent with you, he realized he took you for granted. he never saw how beautiful you were, he never realized how much you care, he never realized how much he loved you.

he gives thanks his late ex-girlfriend- her death was hard for him. he doesn't hate her, that can't be farther from the truth. she was an easily influenced person, someone who falls in love quickly and it took him years to realize that.

"i'm sorry vin but i found someone else, bye."

he lives in fear that one day, you'll do the same as her. he doesn't realize that you don't see yourself with anyone else but him, you always wanted him, now you have him and you are never letting go. he doesn't believe that because he doesn't allow himself to believe it.

he's still struggling, you can see it. the most you can do is be there for him constantly assure him.

"i love you, you know that right?" you whisper to him, he sighs.

"i know you do," he whispers back and softly places a kiss on your lips. "and i love you too, more than you can ever imagine."

"you don't have to worry about me not being here with you. there is only one place i wanna be, and it's wherever you're at," you caress his cheek and wipe a tear that slips its way out of his eye. "i know it's hard for you to accept that, and i understand. i want you to know, you and i, are never gonna end."

he swallows the lump in his throat and let's out a shakey breath. "i wanna feel you please." you smile and take off your shirt, along with your shorts and every piece of clothing until you're fully naked. he does the same. he gets on top of you and lays his head on your chest, listening to your heart beat.

his arms make their way to your back and makes sure he can touch as much as possible, not in a sexual matter. he loves the feeling of your skin on his, it shows him that you are here, you are alive, with him.

your hand softly rubs his naked back, feeling his skin get goosebumps from your touch. your other hands goes to his hair, scratching his scalp while playing with his dirty blonde curls.

his hair was soft between your fingers as you scratched his head, cradling him closer for him to feel that you were here, as you promised.

"i'm here for you, you know that don't you?" you softly ask him. he takes a few seconds before taking a deep breath and saying, "i think so."

it's a process, he's getting better and that's all you ever want. he loves you, and you love him.

[vinschalamet]

barcelona — vinnie hacker

requests are currently open for moodboards

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[kissesandcigarettes]

almost choked on my coffee

[lowkeycasanova]

the fans love you

i feel like we all know that a lot of vinnie's fans send/spread hate whenever he's simply seen with a girl, but i decided to write this headcanon in which it's the opposite. where the fans absolutely love you

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At first he didn’t know how to approach the situation. You know, finally telling everyone he has a girlfriend. He was also nervous about the reactions. Not that he gave a fuck about what people were to say about him, it was you he was worried about.

And how would he do it? Would he make a tik tok? Would he post a selfie with you on his Instagram story and let people put two and two together?

You told him you didn’t care about what other people thought. Well, maybe deep down you cared a little. Who wouldn’t? But at the end of the day, you couldn’t control what other people said about you and their jealousy.

Vinnie didn’t know the photo had been taken until Jett sent it to him. It was a picture of Vinnie sitting on the couch, you in his lap, kissing each other with your hands caressing his face and his hands wrapped around your waist. Whoever took it was at a distance and zoomed in to take it. It was a chill night at the house. You thought you were alone. Guess not.

Vinnie said, “fuck it”, and posted the picture on Instagram. It was the third picture out of six for his camera roll dump. And tagged you.

You braced yourself for the comments/notifications. Vinnie was giddy with excitement as he knew he just dropped the bomb and there was no going back now.

You told yourself that you were just gonna ignore it for now. Check back in maybe three days.

It hadn’t even been thirty minutes and you opened the app. Disregarding the new activity on your end, you went straight to his comment section.

“oh so we hard launching now?”

“babe, that don’t look like me”

“This was my last straw”

“bout to take a bath with a toaster”

“I’m actually sick”

“Who tf is this?”

“SHES GORGEOUS”

“Y’all acting like he want y’all.”

“You two are so cute!!”

“W post”

Of course there were going to be negative ones. But to your surprise, it wasn’t as bad as you thought. There were also a good number of positive ones.

You go to your notifications and it’s flooded. Again, the negative comments were there. Some asking who you were and why you were with Vinnie. Some putting the throwing up emoji. Nothing that you didn’t expect. Even Vinnie was surprised at the response, so far. He was sure he was gonna have to tell some people off.

In the days to come, he started posting you more since it the relationship was no longer a “secret”. And honestly, it came natural, not looking like he was trying to show everyone he had a girlfriend. He posted you like he would post his friends.

You did the same. Although you both made sure that a lot of things were kept private.

His fans loved that they could see Vinnie from your point of view on your insta story. They loved seeing him act silly while y’all were out to lunch or out shopping because you dragged him. You liked being able to give them that content.

When he would post a video on tik tok and you were in it, some people would be like “she’s OUR gf” and he’d be like “bro what?”

You had an account of your own but wouldn’t post all that often. Vinnie’s fans would comment on his videos, telling him to tell you to post more.

When he streams, he’ll get a lot of “where’s y/n?” comments from viewers. Sometimes they would ask so much that he literally has to say that you’re not even there at the house. He would fake being offended that they weren’t playing attention to his game play. Not that he could blame them. He couldn’t stop thinking about you either.

There would be mail sent to the P.O. box with Vinnie’s name on the packaging label but every single item was for you.

When out in public, fans were just as excited to meet you. You can’t even count how many selfies you took with them.

Even the guy fans. Now, Vinnie isn’t the type to really get jealous, but you could tell something was up by how clingy he got after.

It’s like they loved you more than him and honestly, Vinnie couldn’t have been happier at the turnout.