#vinnie x female reader

[cosmicanakin]

full of surprises.

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

pairing. vinnie hacker x female reader.

outline. helping vinnie in the garage, your knowledge, and skills with cars over the years come to surface, unveiling a secret you'd kept hidden.

contains. fluff, explicit language, smut, thigh riding, fingering, pinv, & breeding kink mentioned.

authors note. while i was scrolling through pinterest, i fell down a rabbit hole of photos of vinnie working on cars. and it inspired me to write. <3

the soft clanking and muttered curses drifting from the garage pull you away from your mindless scrolling on your phone. you glance at the clock, noticing it's past midnight already. vinnie told you he'd be done working on his by now but it seems he's hit another snag in repairs.

sighing, you slide off the couch and pad down the hallway. vinnie's bent over the open hood distractedly turning a wrench, smears of grease decorating his gray tank top and forearms in a way that makes your heart flutter. you admire his toned physique for a moment, always loving when he gets hands on.

“any luck, babe?” you ask softly, not wanting to startle him. vinnie jerks up with a grimace, rubbing the back of his neck. “ah, no not yet. this damn fuel pump is being a real pain in my ass. i've replaced every other part but it just won't prime right.”

he kicks the tire in frustration earning a soft chuckle from you. striding over, you stand on your tiptoes to peer into the engine compartment. years spent helping your dad under the hoods of countless vehicles have given you more than a casual understanding.

“mind if i take a look?” you inquire, already sliding some gloves from the table beside you. vinnie gapes at you in disbelief. “i had no idea you knew about cars, babe,” disbelief colors his tone but you can also detect a hint of thrill at discovering another layer to you.

“my dad always said it's a good skill for any woman to have. now scoot over, let me see what's going on.” vinnie readily obliges, interest overtaking his previous annoyance as you step into his place. running an analytical eye, you soon spot the issue.

“ah, there's your problem. the fuel filter is badly clogged, no wonder it can't draw fuel properly. just needs a replacement, should clear it right up.” you declare confidently, removing the filter to examine. vinnie peers over your shoulder in amazement.

“damn baby girl, you never cease to surprise me. i'm seriously so impressed right now, you've got me feeling all kinds of things.” he purrs against your ear, hands sliding around your waist from behind. a shiver runs down your spine at his breath on your skin but you maintain focus, humming thoughtfully.

“flattery will get you everywhere mister, now hand me the socket so i can get this fixed,” you demand gently, holding a hand back expectantly. vinnie hurriedly passes you the tool, enthralled by your take-charge demeanor. within minutes the new filter is installed and you're reassembling the compartment.

flicking your gloves away, you turn to face vinnie's adoring gaze with a smile. “alright big man, give her a start, and let's see if that did the trick.” he grins, pressing a swift kiss to your lips in thanks before jumping into the driver's seat.

the cars roars to life on the first try, rumbling smoothly without any hiccups. vinnie whoops loudly, leaning out the window with glee. “fuck baby, you're amazing! that was the perfect fix. come here, i gotta give you a proper reward.”

giggling, you allow vinnie to tug you into his lap as he's sat in the driver's seat. his mouth latches onto your neck desperately, hands roaming your sides. “i'm so turned on by how smart and skilled you are. drives me crazy knowing you could probably rebuild this engine from scratch if you wanted,” he growls between kisses.

heat pools low in your belly at his adoring praise. you slide his hands up under your shirt, craving his touch. “mhm, maybe i will someday just to watch you swoon. but for now...” twisting, you capture vinnie's lips hungrily.

he sighs into the kiss, deepening it instantly as his tongue delves between your parted lips. you rock against his firm thigh. vinnie groans, hands gripping your hips to guide your movements.

“fuck, i need you so bad y/n. let's take this inside, i wanna worship your perfect body properly.” he breathes heavily, pupils blown wide with want. you nod eagerly, already scrambling from his lap toward the house. vinnie follows, hastily towing you the rest of the way by your wrist.

as soon as the bedroom door clicks shut he's pinning you against it feverishly. your shirt disappears followed by his as he assaults your collarbone with rough kisses and nips. a gasp escapes your throat, grabbing handfuls of his hair to encourage the delicious treatment.

vinnie hikes your legs around his waist, lifting as if you weigh nothing at all. the hard line of his erection presses relentlessly against your core through the multiple layers still separating you, seeking friction. you grind down needily, desperate for more contact.

“slow down, baby, ‘m not going anywhere,” he pants, carrying you to the bed and laying you out like a feast. vinnie quickly divests the rest of your clothing, gazing in awe at your naked form beneath him.

“so perfect, and all mine.” his worshipping words steal your breath, stomach clenching deliciously. when his mouth latches onto a pert nipple to suckle, you cry out loudly at the exquisite sensation.

vinnie takes his time lavishing each breast and curve of your body with wet kisses and love bites, mapping every sensitive spot until you're writhing and begging for more. finally his fingers dip to your dripping core, circling your swollen clit teasingly.

“fuck vinnie!” you babble, back arching off the mattress at his feather light touches. he chuckles darkly, sinking two digits into your cunt. “you take my fingers so well babygirl. bet you'll feel even better wrapped around my cock though, what do you think?”

a choked moan is your only response, eyes rolling back as he pumps his fingers leisurely. vinnie slowly adds a third, stretching your entrance deliciously full. his thumb rolls firm circles over your clit in time, driving you to the edge at an agonizing pace.

just as your orgasm begins to crest, he removes his hand entirely leaving you keening. vinnie stands to remove the last of his clothing, hard length jutting proudly from his slender hips. the sight alone could make you cum but he hasn't given permission yet.

crawling back over you, vinnie slots his cock against your dripping entrance and leans down to claim your mouth in a filthy kiss. “gonna make you feel so good y/n, fuck you senseless until you can't remember your name. that's what you want isn't it?”

you whimper desperately, nodding fervently against his lips. “please, i want to feel you so deep inside me. use me as rough as you like, i'm yours baby.” his restraint snaps, and with one powerful thrust, he's fully seated to the hilt within your clenching heat.

you cry out loudly at the relentless stretch, walls spasming deliciously around his girth. vinnie groans deeply, staying locked in place to adjust before beginning a punishing rhythm of hard, deep strokes. his hips snap violently, balls slapping your swollen flesh with each impact.

all you can do is hold on for dear life, nails raking down his sweat slicked back as he fucks you into oblivion. vinnie pistons his hips with animalistic drives, pounding directly into your most sensitive spots unerringly. a constant litany of filthy praises tumble from his pretty lips, only spurring you nearer the edge.

“fuck you look gorgeous taking my fat cock sweet girl, your pussy was made for me i swear. gonna fill you up, have your belly swollen with my babies, you want that pretty girl? want me to come inside you while i fuck my name out of that beautiful mouth?”

the depraved imagery plunges you over at last, walls constricting vinnie's member in a vice grip. your orgasm tears through you with ruthless intensity, eyes rolling back as you scream his name. he chases his own release, fucking you through the aftershocks until spilling deep within your quivering channel with a guttural groan.

collapsing together in a sweaty heap, you trade sloppy kisses and whispered ‘i love you's’ while coming down from ecstasy. vinnie curls around your sated form protectively, pressing sweet affection into any skin he can reach.

“you never cease to amaze me y/n. i love how full of surprises you are, constantly keeping me on my toes. and damn do i love when you take charge like that, so fucking hot.” he sighs contentedly, nuzzling your hair.

[lowkeycasanova]

#mycalvins

plot: photoshoot for Calvin Klein, with your ex Vinnie

I had this idea in my drafts for the longest and finally go around to writing it.

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You admired your makeup in the mirror. It was simple. Concealer, foundation, and mascara. The theme was “At Home”. You felt like a real celebrity looking at yourself in that vanity mirror and white robe on, which was covering the classic gray bra and underwear that you’d be photographed in.

But you weren’t alone, you were told that you’d be with a partner today.

A knock on the door pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Come in.”

A lady opens the door and peeks her head in. “Can we start in fifteen minutes?” She asks with an excited smile.

“Yes, I’ll be ready.”

“Great.” She opens the door a little wider. “Vinnie is going to meet you on the set.”

Your face bared confusion, your eyebrows furrowed. "Who?"

"Vinnie, the guy you'll be shooting with today. He's right down the hall." She gestured to her left. Then she noticed your facial expression. "Is something wrong?"

No!" You replied instantly. "I'm good."

"Okay, I'll be waiting out there."

She closes the door and you lean back in your chair. It's odd that you hadn't even seen the guy you'd be working with today. Didn't even know his name until just a few seconds ago. Realizing it's a good idea to introduce yourself, you hop off your seat and make your way down to his room.

After a two knocks on the door, you wait there with your fingers clasped together, but there's no answer. You know someone is in there because you can hear them moving around. After two more knocks, the door whips open.

And there stood Vinnie. Your ex boyfriend, wrapped in the same white robe as you.

You took in how much he had changed since the last time you saw him. He looked broader like he’d gained muscle and his hair had been chopped off. The curls you loved so much were now shorter and for the photoshoot, blown out so it appeared straighter.

"You're-" your mouth gapped open and you cleared your throat. Shaking your head as you tried to process that he was standing there with you. Yes, the thought of "what if it's (ex boyfriend) Vinnie" crossed your mind but you quickly shook it off as there are other people in the word with the same name.

Just your luck though.

"You're the one shooting with me today?"

"Surprise?" He shrugged.

"Huh." you nodded, putting your hands on your hips and turned away so you didn't face him.

A few minutes of silence went by until he asked, "So, how are you?"

"How could you not tell me that you were gonna be here today?" you blurt out.

"I didn't even know until a couple days ago. And when I did find out, I was going to say something, but decided not to because I didn't want you to back out. You deserve to be here."

"Thanks." you mumbled and crossed your arms over your chest.

"More than me." he finished and leaned his back against the wall behind him and used his hand to try to push his hair out of his eyes.

It fell quiet between you two and then Vinnie cleared his throat. "So listen-"

"We should actually head to the set now." You used your thumb to gesture over your shoulder. "They're waiting for us."

Vinnie knew what you were doing. Trying to avoid the small talk.

"Y/N-" he said but you already started walking away.

This is the first time seeing each other in months and that’s how you react? He sighed in defeat and went back into his room.

**

The set was pretty simple.

Minus the tripods, cameras, and laptop where the pictures would automatically show up.

A bedroom with white/cream colored sheets on the bed and the paint on the wall matching. A dresser with a small fake plant and white silky curtains.

A lady was doing last minute touch ups on your hair and makeup when Vinnie walked in. You made eye contact with him because you were already looking in that direction but quickly looked down as a man came to make sure that his hair looked good.

You felt the nerves come and your hands got clammy.

One, you were about to shoot with one of the biggest brands in the world. That was enough pressure on its own.

Two, your partner for this is your ex boyfriend? Now you had to do it without being awkward.

And three, the idea of this seemed cool and exciting. But now you were minutes away from having to take off the white robe and be vulnerable in the bra and underwear in front of all of these people and it was scaring the shit out of you.

You trudged over to the snack table and grabbed a water. As you took a swing from the bottle, you heard footsteps behind you.

“Everything okay?”

You looked over your shoulder to see Vinnie.

“I’m a little nervous to be honest.”

“Why?” Vinnie stiffened. “Is it because of me?”

“No,” you assured him. “Well a little, but not in a bad way. You being here caught me off guard. This is a huge opportunity and I just don’t wanna mess anything up. Maybe I’m not the right person for this.” You fiddled with the belt that held your robe together.

“Hey don’t say that. You are the right person for this. You know why? Because they don’t just choose anybody for these campaigns. They had to have seen your previous modeling work and they obviously saw something special so they handpicked you.”

You couldn’t argue with that. He was right. And the statement was relevant to him also. There was no doubt he had talent.

Calvin Klein has always known how to captivate with their advertising. And landing a job with them set the scene for so many famous models. You’d grown up wearing the brand and seeing the iconic pictures in billboards and magazines. Now you and Vinnie are about to be a part of that legacy. You were damn sure you were gonna do your best.

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The photographer introduced himself as Gio. With his camera in hand, he explained how you and Vinnie would each do separate takes and then take pictures together. He also told his vision of what the concept would be.

You and Vinnie would each do shots on the bed and then some by the window, getting the natural lighting from the sun.

It also made you feel safe when Gio asked for y’all’s input.

“If at any time you don’t feel comfortable, please do not hesitate to speak up.” He said and looked genuine. “Alright, so let’s get started. Y/N, you’re going first.”

Vinnie stepped to the side behind Gio and an assistant came over to you to take off your robe, with your back facing them. The cool air hit your body as soon as it was off. You turned to face them and Gio gestured to the bed, to do that first. Vinnie have you a reassuring smile.

Hopping up on the bed, the sheets felt crisp as they were probably brand new. All you did was lean back with your forearms behind you when you saw the flash of the camera.

“That’s perfect!” Gio exclaimed.

Before you knew it, you were already shooting.

“Wait what poses do I do?” You asked before he clicked that camera again.

“You could lay down and put an arm by your head, lay on your stomach, hug your knees to your chest. But honestly, so whatever comes natural to you for the most part.”

Gio put his camera up back to his eye. You immersed yourself into the shoot, forgetting about the people around watching. It became comfortable. Starting on the bed and moving to the window, you did every possible pose you could think of and Gio got you from angle after angle. Up close and farther away. There were also other cameras rolling to get video footage that would be other edited and posted onto the website or other social media platforms.

He probably took a thousand pictures before it was finally Vinnie’s turn. You put the robe back on and took his place on the side. He was dressed in black pants with a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the front unbuttoned.

Your pupils dilated at the sight of his body. He really started taking working out seriously as he had definitely gained muscle weight. The sleeves around his shirt were showing it. And you mentally gasped at the amount of new tattoos that you didn’t recognize. You wonder just how many he had gotten in your absence.

He did the same as you until it was time to shoot together.

Vinnie takes off his shirt, leaving him in the pants that hung low in his waist where you could see CALVIN KLEIN on the band of his underwear.

You on the other hand went over to the wardrobe rack and put on a white crop top.

He grabs your hand and pulls you onto the bed, making you laugh and Gio got it on camera.

Although you two weren’t together, you had to make it look like you were comfortable being in intimate positions. The poses ranged from you laying in his chest, wrapping an arm around his waist, you on a pillow looking at the camera while he looks at you, laying your head on his shoulder.

This went on for about an hour until Gio finally said, “Okay, that’s a wrap guys!”

The crew clapped and cheered and Vinnie sat up from his position on the bed and balled up his hand to give you a fist bump.

“Take a 10 minute break. I will be right back you guys. Sit tight.”

You two do as your instructed while everyone turns to have their own conversations.

Vinnie rubbed his hands over his thighs and you twiddled your thumbs.

“So…” he started.

You just shrugged.

“What you thinking about?” He asked and bumped your shoulder with his.

You sighed. “This whole thing reminds me of when we dated.”

He was silent for a moment. “Do you think we did the right thing by breaking up?”

It resulted in both of you thinking you didn’t have time for one another. You thought back on it and just maybe you could’ve worked things out if you would have just sat and talked about it and tried to make it work.

“I think…if we had communicated better, maybe it could have turned out differently.” You replied.

“I wanted to talk to you about some time ago, but then I heard that you were probably seeing someone and I didn’t want to interfere.”

“Wait what?”

“Your friend Lauren?” Vinnie said without trying to sound fake. “She said that you were seeing some guy. Zach, I think.”

You rolled your eyes. Now you knew what he meant. “She gets too excited sometimes. He’s just a friend. Someone that I was working on a project with. Plus, he has a girlfriend.”

“Oh.” Vinnie breathed out.

“What about you?” You cocked your head to the side and he gave you a confused look.

“I saw the pictures of you hugging that girl.”

“Also just a friend.” He said. “Well, more like acquaintance. I had met her that night at this birthday party and she hugged everyone in our group. But of course, everyone made a big deal about me.”

“A man of honesty.” You smiled and he laughed. “Looks like we both got things wrong.”

“Yeah.” He scratched the back of his head. “Well, if you’re not doing anything after this, you wanna get a donut or something?”

“What?” You chuckled.

“Sorry, it’s too soon. My bad.”

“No. I’m laughing because I’ve never heard anyone ask that. You know, it’s always ‘hey let’s go get a drink or grab lunch’ but a donut? That’s new. But sure, I’m down.”

“Cool.”

Gio came back in and he invited you both to come over to his laptop to see how the photos came out.

“They’re amazing.” Vinnie smiled as he went through each one.

He was right. In fact, there was one photo of Vinnie in particular that you would actually pay good money to see on a billboard in Times Square.

“The team is going to have a hard time picking. You two have great chemistry. Oh I love this one.” Gio pointed to a picture of you but the window, posing like you were fixing your hair in a ponytail. “You did great Y/N.”

“Not great.” Vinnie interrupted and your head shot up to look at him and you met his eyes.

“The best I’ve ever seen.”

[minjix]

cinderella → Vinnie Hacker x female!reader

summary: in which you’re the one catching his attention

warnings: fluff, and that’s a warning of itself lol + plus the standard swear word here and there. also I can’t for the life of me write an ending, so I apologize if it feels abrupt-because it is lol. also keep in mind that english is not my first language.

a/n: I write with breaks to actually be able to give it my all and not lose interest in writing- which is a genuine fear of mine

word count: 2.6k :)

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reblogs and comments are very much appreciated!

It was all a stupid cliche in your eyes as you stared at the tweet Vinnie had posted. “who is she.” Simple as that, yet mostly everyone knew what he was referring to, but they didn’t know whom and Vinnie didn’t know either.

Like previously stated, it was all a stupid cliche- a masquerade party filled to the brim with influencers and small celebrities, crowding a huge mansion which felt tiny as you pushed your way through to get a much needed breath of fresh air, away from the liquor stained breaths.

You sighed in relief as you stepped into the cool L.A, two am breeze, the music thumping through the ground, vibrating your whole body. “I feel the same way,” a dark voice chuckled. Startled, you looked into the direction of which the voice came from, and there he stood, leaning on the wall, head tilted back and eyes on the night sky. He was dressed simple, something you rolled your eyes at, and his arms of which were folded in front of his chest was covered in tattoos. “Huh?” Was all that you managed to get out, your tongue deciding to twist on itself.

The corners of his mouth twitched as though he wanted to smile, but refrained from doing just that. “Wanting to get away for a few minutes,” his voice was velvety and , his skin shone red from the neon lights seeping through the huge windows.

“Oh- yeah, you answered stupidly, “totes.” You wanted to smack yourself. A laugh rumbled his chest and escaped from his lips as his head tilted in your direction, his eyes meeting yours. “Totes? Never heard that before-in real life that is.” Duh, because you’ve spoken like a bad stereotypical surfer dude.

You didn’t know how to respond so you simply nodded your head, very aware of his eyes trailing down your body. A tattooed hand entered your peripheral, “I’m Vinnie,” he introduced himself. It was then more sober you connected the dots, of course it’s Vinnie the Hacker. The only disguise he had was a black eye mask with black crystals in intricate designs; it looked expensive and it most definitely was, knowing who he was and all. You hadn’t bothered to wear a mask, but had regretted that decision the moment you stepped into the mansion.

You didn’t shake his hand. “Cool,” you shrugged mentally preparing yourself with whatever half assed excuse you could come up with to leave. ‘my apartment is on fire’ don’t want to jinx myself you thought afterwards. “Um, nice to meet you?” You sounded awfully unsure, and guilt brewed in your stomach when you saw Vinnie wince. “So,” he began carefully, trying to get an understanding,” what’s your name?”

But you didn’t feel like answering. “I’m hungry.” You spat out and his eyes widened. “What?”

“I’m hungry, so I’m going to leave. Bye.” You turned to leave but a careful grasp of your arm halted you, “do you want to get McDonalds with me? I’m kinda hungry too.” He sounded shy, and you couldn’t even imagine turning him down, he looked like a sad puppy for Christ sake.

“Sure.”

The drive to the fast food chain was surprisingly comfortable, even though Vinnie tried his best to get you to tell him your name; to no avail. And soon enough the two of you were seated by the window, both with big macs in hand, awkwardness thrown out the window as the alcohol induced hunger made everything taste oh so much better.

“so fucking good,” Vinnie groaned through a mouthful causing you to almost choke on your fourth bite. Your eyes didn’t leave his form, his hair in a disarray and his eyes closed as he ate the burger.

You forced a chuckle, “won’t your friends get mad or something?” You mumbled, playing with your fries. The tattooed man shook his head, “no? Why would they?” His eyes were on yours now and you couldn’t help but feel bare under his intense gaze.

“You kinda ditched them…” you trailed of as a smirk grew on his lips, his tongue quickly darting out to lick them. “Trust me they won’t notice.” He sounded sure. “Why?” You asked and this time he laughed softly, “you’re very curious, huh?” You shrugged, “I guess.”

He continued, “but no, they were pretty busy trying to get laid so I really doubt they’d notice me missing.” He stressed the word ‘really’.

“Oh.” He laughed again as he stared you down, “you’re really weird, y’know that?”

“Thanks?”

You and Vinnie had spent an hour talking nonsense, and when the two of you noticed the hard stares from the workers you both decided to leave. Vinnie had insisted on dropping you off at home but an uncomfortable feeling grew in the pit of your stomach as you politely declined, telling him a white lie to soothe his worries about leaving a girl in the streets of LA at three am.

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The morning after, curiosity had you in its grip as you reluctantly opened Twitter and searched for his handle.

@/vinniehacker: who is she. posted at five am. Quicker than lightning you exited the app, contemplating on deleting it completely, but you refrained from doing it.

You grew frustrated at yourself, you had an amazing night last night with an amazing attractive guy, and you full out blew everything to bits.

Your best friend tended to call you a flesh ball of anxiety, a saying that left a sour taste in your mouth and cheeks aching from faking a laugh. You were a people pleaser, but at the same time you hated everyone and preferred to be by yourself. So you did everything to stay out of the spotlight, simply rooming with your childhood best friend who went viral on TikTok months ago. And Vinnie was the opposite of staying out of the spotlight.

Before your brain had caught up to what your hands were doing, you had already entered the cursed bird app again, entering his handle, tapping on the tweet and reading through the comments. ‘she????’, ‘what?!’, all in a similar fashion. Speculations were thrown left and right and thirty minutes had passed of you endlessly scrolling, biting your lip raw until you tasted iron.

“Get up! We have an event to go to!” You wanted to cry, to come up with a lie that you were sick and didn’t want to spread it further. You lied a lot, at least tried to before your brain took you through the endless possibilities of consequences coming from said lies. So you heaved a sigh and got ready.

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The event was extremely overcrowded and overwhelming, the LA sun beaming down on bodies dripping in expensive perfumes, a cloud of strong smells begging for a headache to form. You were a plus one, a non famous one at that, so you stood awkwardly to the side as your friend and her famous friends took promo pictures. In your hand was a mimosa, minus the champagne, so orange juice.

You didn’t bother to keep up the happy charade, settling on frowning while sipping your expensive orange juice. You had half a mind to ask what brand of juice it was but decided that you were already looking stupid so there was no point of making it worse.

You were painfully aware of how lonely you looked so you grabbed your phone and entered the weather app, wondering how the weather in Hamburg was.

“So, uh, how’s the weather looking?” A velvety voice asked from above your right shoulder, warm air tickling your skin and you froze. Shit. “Uhm, cloudy with a chance of rain,”

You turned towards him and tried not to gape at what you saw. He was wearing a half buttoned white blouse with his hair slicked back except for a few strands in the front. He wore black and expensive looking trousers, and silver rings wrapped around almost each finger with a silver braided bracelet. His sleeves were rolled up revealing his tattoos on his sun kissed skin. And he smelled so fucking good.

He gave you a mischievous grin, “hey, you.” His eyes trailed over your form, several times with a glint in his eyes. You whispered a hey back, flustered for some reason and you were also ashamed, for what, you had no idea.

“I never got your name,” he muttered, his hands in his pocket. You could only shrug, words not agreeing with you. And there it was, that nauseating shameful feeling you got, you were ashamed of yourself for some reason, well you know why, but actually taking the bull by its horns are the hard part.

“I know,” he frowned at your answer, raising an eyebrow. “So you’re not going to give me your name, so I’ll just have to call you Cinderella then. “ he smiled smugly at the end of his sentence, as though he had conquered the world with his pinkie.

“Cinderella?” You asked confused and a smit insulted. “I didn’t drop my shoe…” you trailed off, combing through your memory, and sure enough, you had both your shoes on, or you would’ve noticed otherwise.

He laughed out loud, his teeth on full display and eyes closed. “No, you didn’t drop your shoe. But you did leave me with not being able to stop thinking of you…” he said, his eyes unrelentingly searching yours as if he could simply read your name in your irises. Your eyes widened and you felt as though your stomach was turning inside out. This has to be a cruel joke, you thought to yourself as you glared at him.

“That’s not funny,” you murmured through clenched teeth. He looked confused, brows furrowed. “It-it wasn’t a joke,” he said sheepishly. He looked genuinely hurt, and it made you doubt your insecurities.

“I genuinely had a great time with you last night, and I want to get to know you.” He kept his eyes on yours the entire time. “So please, what’s your name?” He sounded desperate, as though your name would unlock every story there was to know about you.

“Y/n,” you whispered and you watched in awe as he tested your name on his tongue, several times before settling with a “I like it, it suits you.” Vinnie telling you that your name suits you felt like a thousand suns were shining down on you. You bit your lip to repress the grin that was threatening to grow and instead you settled for a shy smile, praying that you didn’t have anything between your teeth.

“Y/nn!” A voice called, it seemed as though your friend had finished with her promo pics. “I got you a goodie bag-oh,” she paused when she saw the Vinnie Hacker standing beside you. “Hey,” she smiled and fluttered her eyelashes and a boulder dropped into your stomach. Of course, you thought. She’s so much prettier than me, and famous.

He only nodded in acknowledgement with a small ‘hey’, it didn’t deter your friend from asking a lot of questions. You took that as your queue to leave, slowly walking backwards whilst Vinnie’s eyes were on yours the entire time, looking confused as to what you were doing.

You quickly nodded towards your friend, who was still animatedly talking, whilst wiggling your eyebrows suggestively, ignoring the knot in your stomach.

Once again Vinnie looked confused before the dots in his head connected. His eyes widened before he shook his head, something your friend hadn’t noticed as she was too busy scrolling through her TikTok to show Vinnie a specific video of her. He mouthed the word ‘NO’ several times whilst staring at you with his wide eyes.

It was kind of endearing to watch him panic. A chuckle escaped you before he turned to your friend, an apologetic smile on his face. “Excuse me,” he said softly, eyes still on you before walking towards, grabbing your hand with utter care before he led you inside the building.

He stopped in an empty hallway, staring down at you with a smirk on his lips. “Trying to set me up with your friend,” he murmured lazily, eyes tracing your lips. “When you know fully well that I’m interested in you…”

It felt like a fever dream, and you had to mentally force yourself to focus on the situation at hand. Is Vinnie about to kiss me?

“You don't even know me,” you retaliated, a frown on your lips, your lips of which he still stared at. He shrugged at your answer, a serious look taking over his face. “So let me,” he began. “Let’s get out of here.”

You shook your head, “I can’t just leave my friend-“.

He interrupted you, “your friend who seemed very busy, in fact, I recall you standing by yourself.” You had nothing to say to that except for a gentle nod with a smile on your lips. Vinnie grinned in return before tugging out of the building and into his car. You had sent a simple text to your friend-‘ i’m going out, don’t wait for me <3’

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Vinnie treated you to McDonalds, once again and took you to a look out, the city of angels to stare at whilst you both ate. His shoulder touched yours as you sat on the picnic blanket filled to the brim with greasy and mouth watering food.

“So tell me, how come I can’t find you anywhere?” He asked, his hand playing with yours, twisting your rings. It created a warm feeling in your stomach.

“I’m a private person,” you began, hearing Vinnie murmuring a ‘couldn’t have guessed,’ and you nudged your shoulder into his playfully, drawing a laugh from his lips. “I guess, uhm I don’t see myself in the spotlight, having people constantly judging my every move.” He nodded in agreement, looking lost in thought.

“I can understand that, it’s just unusual to see someone not famous in parties held by influencers.” You nodded, agreeing with him. “My friend is pretty famous and always makes me her plus one.”

“I like it though,” you stared at him confused whilst he stared at you with a small smile on his lips, almost looking shy. “Like what?”

“I don’t know, it’s hard to explain…” he looked lost in his thoughts.

“Try,” you pushed, his hand tightening around yours.

“I like that I can pursue this,” he gestured whilst you stared at him with wide eyes. “That you’ll be somewhat safe from the onslaught of comments you would’ve gotten if you were a public figure. This feels normal to me, y’know. Like it’s not for show, it’s just me and you.”

“Me and you?” You asked with a grin, his smile grew and he gave you a wink, “of course, this is our second date after all.”

“Is that so?” You bit your lip when he leaned towards you, his lips so close to touching yours, before he planted a small, almost phantom-like kiss on them. “It is so,” he gauged your expression before ultimately seeing the contentment in your eyes, and pressed his lips to yours firmly. You felt his hand grasp your cheek as he tilted his head to gain more access.

You were both breathing heavily before you disconnected your lips, but Vinnie took it upon himself to kiss your cheeks before traveling down your neck, leaving you even more breathless.

“I’m taking you on dates everyday this week,” he breathed into your neck and you felt your eyes roll back from the sensation and his sultry voice.

“I expect you to-“ he stopped you from talking with another kiss. “Shut up and kiss me,” he ordered and you did, for several hours, the once bright sun in the middle of sky, now dipping down on the horizon covered by the Los Angeles skyline.

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Nasty, Arrogant, Violent, Impulsive, Scary, Selfish…

In Denver, that's how they referred to Vance.

If they only knew, if they only knew him as much as you know him, they would know that he is not quite like that, they would know that behind all that violence and anger there was a sensitive and insecure boy.

You were his safe haven, the one he trusted, the person he turned to every time he fought and left minimally hurt, the person he leaned on his lap like a little child and slept peacefully. It was you. It has always been you.

It was 1978, a gray, rainy afternoon, you and Vance snuggled together on top of the old white mattress.

He had his face resting on your torso and warm hands on your hips. It was like it was the first time he'd slept, he was so relaxed and peaceful.

Until thunder echoes, and he soon wakes up.

"Nature sucks, what the fuck" -- Vance grumbles rubbing his eyes not fully conscious

Thanks to Vance's displeasure and thanks to nature's goodwill, you stir a little and wake up.

"Han? What hears love?" -- You question with a humor totally opposite to Vance's, placing your delicate hands in the gold locks of Vance as he reposition your hands on your waist and sink your head into your neck, hair tickling your rosy cheek

"Goddamn thunder, now I can't sleep." - Vance answers with a muffled voice because of the position of his face.

"Calm down, blondie. You'll be able to sleep fast, trust me!" -- You place a kiss on the blonde's forehead, who raises his head and looks at you confused

"How can you be in a good mood at a time like this? With a climate like this? Fuck! And other, how the hell are you going to make me sleep like this, all of a sudden?" -- Vance sits on the bed fingering your waist

"First: because I'm an angel of person, and second: it's simple, come here" -- You respond leaning on the headboard, opening your arms to Vance, who just shrugs and lies between your legs with the head on your neck again

"What are you going to do, savior of homelands?" -- Vance raises the doubt and comforts himself more and more in your embrace

"Let's see, arcade fairy" -- You say, laughing softly

"Arcade fairy? Really?" -- Vance gives you mortal look, what gives you freedom to laugh even more, he keeps looking at you, leans and kisses you calmly, holding your chin with one hand and with the other free caressing your waist

Soon you start patting Vance's back, patting his hair, playing with his fingers, whispering nonsense in his ear, etc.

"I don't think it's going to work, Paraguay Barbie" -- Vance says laughing at you, who cover his mouth lightly with your right hand

Without even realizing it, Vance had already passed out in your arms, not even a stone dropped on top of him would wake him up. You looked at the scene hastily, chuckled and tucked him into bed. Vance grumbled a little when you took him off your lap to lay he on the fine white sheets, something like: "let me sleep 3 more fucking minutes"

Lying down next to Vance, you felt strong arms around you. Looking back, saw him clinging to your waist, hot breath hitting the back of your neck, which shivered from the contact.

"Thank you for loving me." -- He surprisingly sayed

"Don't thank me for the effect you owe yourself, Hopper"

"I must, since you did the same to me."

Yeah, that got you. Hearing the boy stronger and "evil" of Denver saying that, left you in ecstasy, blushed you and you felt your heart speed in a matter of seconds, your reaction was kissing Vance, who hugs you with more force

That was the last hug between you two.

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You Move Like I Want To

Pairing: Vinny Mauro x Female Reader

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

Word Count: 3k

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

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

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

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

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

A few minutes later, your phone pings.

Vin 💕 loved an image

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vin 💕: You better watch it, princess.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vin 💕 wants to Facetime..

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

He calls back immediately.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

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

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

“Yes sir” You mewl.

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

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

“Open up.”

Opening your mouth, you stick your tongue out instinctively.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You couldn’t take it anymore though.

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

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

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

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

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

“Enjoying the view?”

You whine again, pouting around your fingers.

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

You nod, still pouting.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mhmm.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vinny’s head whips in your direction.

“You better watch it, princess.”

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⟢ 𝐇𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐊 𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐂𝐒 • GN!S/O!READER | FLUFF.

⟢ 𝐉𝐔𝐖𝐎𝐍 + 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎 𝐄𝐗 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂𝐒 • FEM!RIVAL!READER | FLUFF.

⟢ 𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐕𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 • GN!S/O!READER | FLUFF.

⟢ 𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅 𝐇𝐂𝐒 • GN!S/O!READER | FLUFF. ⟢ 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐂𝐒 • GN!S/O!READER | FLUFF.

⟢ 𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂𝐒 • GN!S/O!READER | FLUFF.

⟢ 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐒/𝐎 • GN!S/O!READER | FLUFF.

⟢ 𝐉𝐔𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐅 𝐇𝐂𝐒 • GN!S/O!READER | FLUFF.

⟢ 𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 wooin • GN!READER | N/A.

You’re Jay’s best friend. And you somehow stumble into Wooin, turns out you guys have the same taste in suckers.

⟢ 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 joker • FEM!READER | FLUFF.

You have an arcade date with Joker

⟢ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 vinny hong • GN!READER | FLUFF.

You end up spending the night alone on the beach with Vinny.

⟢ 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 harry shepherd • GN!RIVIAL!READER | N/A.

You and Harry are both on Light Calvary team, and despise each other.

⟢ 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 jay jo • GN!BESTFRIEND!READER | FLUFF.

You and Jay have been childhood friends forever, apparently he’s developed some feelings within that time.

⟢ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐃 harry shepherd • FEM!READER | ANGST.

Harry has been cheating on you for months now, you decide to confront him

[roronoaism]

♥︎ FOOL ♥︎

+ warnings: dom! fem reader, wlw relationship, fucking a jester(?), dry humping (dehya humps your foot), exhibitionism/slightly public sex, degration to an extent, dehya is a lioness/cat hybird, orgasm control

+ ft: jester! lioness! dehya x monarch! fem reader

+ wc: 0.5k

nsfw under cut, minors dni!!!

+ notes: i hope everyone knows im a sucker for dehya, praying my queen comes home! also im not sure where the idea for this came from, my brain just literally went "what if you were fucking your royal jester" and i said hell yea, get the lioness in here

as the monarch of your queendom, your every word is a command. every thing you do has a purpose, whether its for the good of a group or the entire queendom as a whole.

toying with the royal jester? well, that was more personal needs, but it still counts as helping the nation, as you were a tad bit less tempered.

it started off as an innocent game, truly. shooting her suggestive glances when she came to perform, whispering dirty secrets in her ear when she came up to ask how she did. it was just teasing - at first.

but it must not have been enough, the lioness' heartstrings being plucked at with every word.

how the jester ended up in front of you right now? it was quite the mystery.

the throne room was empty, except you and the lioness in front of you, desperately seeking friction on your golden high heels. her clothed cunt rubs against the material, wishing it was you inside her, wishing it was your fingers brushing her folds instead of the shimmering leather.

no words spill from her mouth, her brow knit in concentration. you bring two heavily decked-out fingers under her chin, forcing her to look up at you. as her blue eyes meet yours, the need and shame is apparent.

"my queen, why here?" she practically pants, her face burning with embarrassment. her lips were raw, her sharp fangs biting into them to prevent herself from whining, nervous of the guards standing outside the closed doors hearing the lewd acts.

your hand slaps her face, before grabbing her chin. "you don't question me, you obey" you hiss, a soft smirk returning to your red-tinted lips. "such a dirty whore, hm? humping your queen's foot like a desperate kitty."

a soft whine falls from the lioness' lips, her tail twitching. dehya's movements become more erratic, seeking her release as she chews her lips. with one swift kick of your foot, you push her off of you, a sob falling from the lady's lips.

"only good kitties get to cum, and yet you haven't thanked me. no praise from you, no nothing, you pathetic fool." your hand rest on the arm rest, the other holding your face up.

"now, come back here, thank me properly, and maybe i'll let you finally get your release, hm?"

tears fall from her eyes, smearing the jester's makeup, as she crawls back over to you, thank yous falling from her bloodied lips as she continues humping your foot with vigor.

she truly was your fool...

[chernayawidow]

BROTHERS GIRLFRIEND

Hayden Christensen and Vinnie Hacker are brothers here

When Hayden starts to feel himself falling for Y/N, Vinnie’s girlfriend, he tries everything in his power to put a stop to his blossoming feelings, including putting distance between you and himself. What kind of brother would he be if he didn’t?

However, things get extra complicated when it seems that distance from Hayden is the last thing that you want. You love Vinnie, but there’s just something about his brother that draws you in… and thus begins the inner turmoil.

A/N: soooo this is a concept that’s been in my head ever since I saw a likeness between Vinnie and Hayden, and then I read a fic where Anakin falls for Luke’s girlfriend… and then here we are :) let me know if anyones interested in me writing this!

[njpuckbunny]

If your requests are open, could I request a Vinny Pazienza fic where Vinnys at a fight and his opponent gets mad cause he loses and he jumps the reader later to get back at him and she ends up in the hospital and he's obviously furious but such a softie when he finds out she's okay? 🥺💞

control

gif is not mine :)

vinny pazienza x reader

requested- yes (summary is the request)

warnings- angst, sexual tension, comfort, abuse (not by vinny), hospital mention, vinny using the cutest nicknames, all lowercase, swearing

word count- 1000+

a/n: i love the requests guys i have two more in the making so stay tuned :))

5

……breathe

4

……breathe

3

……breathe

2

……breathe

1

……breathe

*sigh

“pazienza knocks out honeyghan 56 seconds into the 10th round,” the boisterous voice echoed from the speakers, announcing that your boyfriend had won another one of his fights. the relief you felt towards this announcement was indescribable. an additional winning fight tallied on vinny’s scoreboard was like giving a child a puppy on christmas day. you, for certain, knew that vinny would stay at the stadium for another hour after the sum of his team left. usually, you would stay for the majority of the time and take your car back “home”, to wherever you and vinny decided you were staying.

pushing and shoving through the crowd to get to the ring, you caught the eye of vinny’s opponent, who was already looking at you with an amount of insanity and mania. honeyghan was one of vinny’s average looking opponents, but that didn’t take away from the fact that he was a huge guy. similar to when vinny was upset, you assumed that his opponent today would talk badly about vinny and then be over it, within a couple days. you blinked the image away from your mind and turned your head back to where vinny once previously stood, but had quickly moved around the crowd. you scanned the crowd thoroughly and finally saw where your boyfriend and kev were standing, already talking to reporters.

determinedly, you shoved through the crowd once more and met your destination of vinny’s embrace.

vinny pulled your hip to his and lovingly announced to the reporters, “tell the world, the man who won tonight, has the best girlfriend in the world, and i would do anything for her.” you felt the heat rise to your cheeks while the arm that was currently around you tugged at your side to meet vinny’s chest. he looked into your eyes, to your lips, and back up to your eyes and pulled you into a kiss, turned away from the reporters. while kev was still talking to the reporters, vinny and you finally had one minute of privacy.

pulling away from the kiss, smiling teeth to teeth you stated, “you looked so good out there, baby. honestly, it was pretty hot watching you beat the shit outta that other dude.”

vinny chuckled, “ya think so, doll?”

you blushed at the nickname and buried your face in his neck, humming in agreement. he noticed your light pink cheeks and saw you feel a little flustered. he decided to see if he could push you a little further.

“ya know why I call you that,” he questioned, feeling you shake your head into his neck, “doll? it's cuz you’re so delicate.” he slurred the last few words, trying to get his point out as fast as possible, for your pleasure. you smiled and blushed again. you leaned closer to his face and smiled slyly. vinny’s eyes widened as you leaned in, almost touching your lips to his. before he could plant a hard kiss to your mouth, you suddenly moved. vinny’s face scowled and you heard him groan.

“i think im gonna leave vin.”

finally deciding to take matters into his own hands, he kissed you before questioning,, “why, it’s only been a little while after the fight.” you recognized the whine in his voice and you rolled your eyes, retorting, “someone’s gotta take care of you, hotshot.”

he smugly shrugged and agreed with your statement. you kissed him goodbye, giving him a tight squeeze, and went to gather your belongings. you grabbed your keys and your phone from the locker room in which vinny had gotten dressed.

throughout the building, it was pretty silent, apart from the opponent of your boyfriend screaming at his manager and the echo of the crowd from the stadium. you walked down the remaining stairs inside the arena and pushed the door to reach the night sky. a relaxed feeling accompanied the trail of the wind against your skin. as you reached your car, you suddenly remembered that you had forgotten your jacket on the rack that was near the locker room. you turned on your heels, now facing the building instead of your car.

you spotted a figure in the doorway of the exit, slowly leaving the building. some part of you hoped it was vinny, but you knew he was probably still talking to the reporters, relishing in his victory.

as you walked towards the building, the figure was approaching you faster than you could walk forwards, yourself.

a voice from the shadow spoke, coming into the beam from one of the streetlights, “you little lady must me vinny’s girl, am i right?”

you felt a strong feeling of nervousness and worry bubble in your stomach as you answered, “that i am, and you are?”

“that’s not important baby,” he cockily replied, “just better than your weak-ass boyfriend”

it finally clicked in your mind where you remembered him from. this was the opponent that vinny had ‘beat the shit out of’ earlier today.

“oh, ur honeyghan, right,” you asked with a monotone voice, “who’s the better boxer if you lost to my boyfriend, huh?”

the ringing in your ears was the last thing you could remember in the parking lot of the stadium, of vinny pazienza’s last win. the beeps on the ekg slowly startling you awake from a painful headache, and a bruised face.

“baby, baby,” you heard a worried voice from the right side of your hospital bed, “darling, are you awake?”

you hummed to validate his question and he sighed in relief.

“baby, i’m so sorry i wasn’t there to protect you,” he rambled, tears streaming down his face, “i should’ve been there and i know i spend too much time in the stadium but—“

you cut him off, slightly groaning in pain from your bruised cheekbone and scratched elbow from hitting the pavement. you threw him a sideways grin, “vin, it’s not your fault that you weren’t there, you cant control his actions or feelings, okay hun?”

he sniffled a little, nodding and trying to hide the fact that he was still sorry for letting this happen to you. as you leaned up from your hospital bed, you brought your hand to his face and wiped a tear from his cheek. he slowly sat back down, relaxing a little, swearing to never leave your side, while leaning his head on you, falling asleep.

[chazycheese]

summery: this is a Wattpad story, if you want the summery please read the book bye angiexstarkey

Warning: smut, dirty talk, praise kink

RAFE HAS BEEN gone for at least 3 hours now and it's driving me crazy, he is supposed to be by my side for the next 12 hours, I wanted to strangle him but at the same time, I wanted to sleep.

I know it may seem strange but Rafe doesn't seem to have any interest in his phone Nor are people texting him but, who am I to judge its none of my business anyway, "Hey" a female voice pops up in the silent room.

I softly opened my eyes to see the blond middle Cameron child, she had this amazing short cocktail dress on, it was sort of transparent in the middle giving anyone an advantage of everyone seeing her stomach, "I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go to a party with me?"

"Where?" I quietly ask rubbing my eyes, "At toppers" I would have loved to go but I wasn't sure if Rafe would approve I mean what if I worry him, "I don't know what about Rafe?" I say in a calm tone and watch as Sarah tilts her head.

"What are you talking about Rafes at the party" my mouth drops, that took me enough Courage to get my ass up, I started walking again meaning I could finally feel better about myself and not useless, so I practically shouted yes to going to the party.

Sarah smirked at my approval and almost dragged me upstairs to her room, she looked through her packed closet that I neatly organized by color and size, not that matters, "okay let's see" the girl mumbled, she takes a step to the blacks to find a black tight dress that shows off my bare legs, I didn't care though I would have taken anything I get since I've never been to a party.

Speaking for Topper as well, only when I'm gone that's when throws a party, that's something I would love to talk to him about, I didn't have my phone on me, I left it at Topper's and that's why I couldn't text Rafe.

I put the dress on and watched as Sarah takes out my hair that has been in a ponytail for 2 days straight, I couldn't comprehend anything else just the fact that I was pissed at Rafe and I would get pure payback.

"I want to make sure you look your best" Sarah explained, a grin forming on my lips at the sight of her wicked smile, she brushed out my hair taking every last of my knot in my hair, "Okay I guess you could say I'm a miracle worker"

I turn out of the chair and walk to the very large mirror sitting in her room, I let out a loud sigh at the sight of my toned body, she is a miracle worker and I couldn't thank her enough, I pulled out a 20 dollar bill from my jeans laying on the floor and handed it out to Sarah.

"I can't take that sorry" and with that, she pushed my hand away and threw me back on the chair, "Do you mind me putting makeup on?" she questions at this point there is no turning back now right?.

She grabbed the red lip gloss and placed the lipstick on my lips, my cracked lips soften at the liquid of the gloss, I could swear Sarah wanted to screech when she was done but she held her voice back and grabbed some eyelashes and put the glue on the hem.

she then pushes it on my eye in the gentlest manner ever, she repeated her action on the other eye and put a hint of blush on my cheeks, she looked at me again and just nodded her head smiling at me.

I looked in the mirror and was studded to see me, but not pouge me, Kook, I and I felt clean, not that pouges aren't but this new me is really pretty I guess.

"If your going you need matching shoes," the girl says looking through her closet, my chest rises after taking a deep breath in and watching as her hands come back out with a pair of black Leathered high heels.

"This can totally fit e says looking down at my feet, she places them on the floor as I stand from the chair, I walk to the shoes placing them in one by one, and each side fits perfectly.

The new height I have made me blush slightly, "Thank you" I tell looking at the blond girl smiling proudly, "I think it's time to go now, missy.

I roll my eyes as she drags me down the stairs, the heals making it very difficult to walk.

The car ride was silent, Sarah was nice, "I guess some people can change huh" I thought to myself in my head. I watched as Sarah pulled into the parking lot of Toppers house, The loud music blasts threw my ears as I step out.

Sarah did the same and we both started walking, as we step inside the large house I spot people drinking, making out and snorting coke.

I groan at the sight of that, I thought topper new better then to bring people who snort coke to his party, I was mad, but at the same time I guess you could say I wanted to have fun, for the first time in forever I just want to have fun.

So I took a deep breath in as I grab Sarah's hand and brung her to the bar where all the drinks are, I took whatever I could fine but Sarah on the other hand was keeping an eye out for herself making sure she doesn't get drunk.

On the other hand for me it wouldn't be a bad thing, it's not like I'll be doing something stupid, I chugged a whole ass vodka bottle down my thought and felt the minor pain, I was choking and all.

"take it slow, I don't want to have to carry you out" The blond Cameron takes the bottle away from me causing me to whimper, "Common let me have fun for once" I take to bottle back fast and slick so I can run away with it.

Sarah shouts my name as I run in the large crowed of people, my giggles get interrupted by the sound of Rafe and Toppers voice, I take a quick peak between to boys and see Topper snorting a line, Rafe had the bag in his hand and thats when I knew it was Rafe.

I can't tell anyone how mad I was, so I stomped in the front of them with the bottle in my hand and watch as Toppers eyes widen, "Shit Liv what are you doing here?" he asks standing from the chairs, I shake my head at him then loom straight to Rafe.

"What the fuck did you do?"

"what did I do?"

"Yeah Topper would never taken coke if he wasn't forced to"

"Shut the fuck up you weren't even there"

My mouth drops open at the fact that he told me fuck you and my anger struck, I jumped on the boy pulling at his hair and slapping his back, I heard loud gasps but I didn't say anything.

I kept my mined off everyone and focused on beating the shit out of Rafe, " get this crazy bitch off me" Rafe told Top and he got up pulling me off, he was strong so it wasn't really that hard for me to go flying to the floor.

"Olivia what the hell is wrong with you I asked Rafe for the coke so stop being such a bitch" Topper yells, I watched the room go silent and everyone staring at me, Rafe looked upset but not at me, even tho he has every right to be.

I stood up grabbing someones beer from there hand and chugging it down, at the moment forward I couldn't stop, I wanted more and more, I wanted to forget this party, I wanted to have fun.

But that was all stopped when a hand unwinded in mine and dragged me to someplace in a dark room.

"What the hell?"

THE ROOM WAS dark and I couldn't really see anything, "It's just me" the sudden light of I guess a closet turned on and Rafe stood there with a sad frown, "Hey look I'm sorry okay Olivia I never meant to call you a bitch"

I close my eyes shut before Turing around facing my face to his, there was a little space in the closet and I didn't really have anywhere else to go.

"Rafe I should be apologizing but why did you listen to Topper when he asked for the fucking drugs" I ask, the boy let's out a sigh, "What did you want me to do let him freak out and fidget for the drugs?"

"So he took it before?"

"Yeah" he looks down at the floor, "what the hell is wrong with you, did you make him take it before Rafe"

"Y-yes" I slap him right across and giving him a red mark of my handprint, "I'm leaving" I try walking away but the boy just took me by the hand and brung me back to the position we where in.

He looks up and down before smirking, "your not going to let me make it up to you?"

I give him a confused look before he tells me to sit on the table, I roll my eyes but just go with it, "I promise when this is all over I'm pretty sure you won't be able to walk again"

He places his hand on my thigh rubbing up and down "Rafe what are you-" he slowly moves his hand up higher and higher, my breathing starts to hitch, honestly I thought he was going to give me a foot massage but I guess dreams don't come true.

"Shh" he hushes me and sits, my throat felt a huge lump and the more he came closer to me the harder it was for me to not fall for his trap, I need to think about the text messages he had with the girls.

"Can I?" The boy asks mentioning to lift the dress, my ankles hang slightly swinging back and fourth as he pouts, I nod not even knowing what I'm doing, he smirks lifting it up revealing my black lace underwear.

I roll my eyes and nod once more, he gives me a look raising his eyebrows, I know exactly what he wanted it but I didn't really want to say it, "yes"

He lets out a small laugh and pulled it down fully, it doesn't take him anytime to run his finger threw my folds, feeling the wetness, I gasped at the cold air, he chuckled slightly waiting for the right time do make his move.

"Trust me" he whispers Kissing at my thighs, causing me to whimper, "god" I moan out, the sensation was nice and easy, he was gentle with me be, but at the same time he was rough.

"I know you already said yes but I need to know if your 100% positive with your answer" he sits up standing upright between my legs, "y/n I need an answ-" I cut him of by pulling him from the collar of his polo shirt into a kiss.

At first he didn't kiss back, but he sooner or later he melted into the kiss, biting my lip, and me tugging on his hair, my underwear was now on the floor with the bottom of my dress on my lap causing Rafe to get a nice view of my privet part.

"Please" I beg, as Rafe starts rubbing small circles on my thigh, "what do you want baby?"

"You inside me" he grins into the kiss leaving then pulling back, "but don't you want me to stretch you out first?" I shake my head in the answer of no. I was so needy, it was almost pathetic.

"Okay but you can always change you mind" he kisses my jaw line. Before undoing his pants, his hard on was visible through his boxers.

But he wasted no time taking off them as well, I was stunned the at sight, "your so big" I let out, he chuckles darkly, "you can take it"

"I can?" I question almost unsure, how could he be so positive about this, "What if it's to much"

"Then" he attempts a thrust pushing all the way inside of me, I let out a loud shriek, "I'll fuck you like this" I cry out as he slowly moves back then pushing, and repeating his actions over and over.

The feeling was unbearably amazing, there was no sign of pleasure or pain, it was almost like a mix between.

It was confusing, he didn't move after that, he stood still and let me adjust to his size. "Don't worry" he kisses my cheek, "give it a minute" God I hate myself, and what I am doing.

"I gonna move now"

He pulls back slowly looking and watching my face to see if there is any sign of pain during this, "Shit" I blurt, then what's when he stopped, "Are you okay?" He asks, I roll my eyes because this has to be the 6th time he asked already.

"Rafe I'm fine just go a little slower" he nods performing a thrust back into my, slowly moving his body closer to mine, to the point where I feel his warm body on the cold skin of mine.

"Fuck" I breath out, he gives me a confused look, he starts going a little faster, making sure to stretch me out fully.

"Oh shit" Rafe hits my G-spot with a full thrust and I lost it.

God it felt so good when he did that, my body was now Limp and my knees where weak. Rafe stood between my thighs standing as I sit down on the table.

This was a kinda hard position to be in but I he seem to be good at this.

"Found it" he whispers in my ear then hitting the exact same spot with every thrust, "holy sh-" I cut myself off with a moan, Rafe sees me rolling my eyes in the back of my head and that was a single he should go faster.

He started thrusting a bit faster, but not to hard, he was more of a gentle guy this night, "please go harder-" I couldn't barley speak.

He was set off and started thrusting deep into me, my mind was unsteady, as my legs bounced up and down, I wrap my arms around his neck allowing him to take full control over my body.

He let out whimpers and moans, but once I became to loud he puts his hand over my mouth muffling my pathetic sounds. He has his mouth over my body, everywhere, expect for the things that are still covered my cloth.

"Rafe holy shit" I start to scratch his back, he felt amazing like this, and he's getting the best view of me as possible.

"Don't make a sound" he bites the lob of me ear, then coming back from my jawline to my lips,

"I'm gonna mark every part of your body"

"So they all know your mine" That's where he got me, I'm not really his but since he's blinded by sex I'll go with it, because truth be told, I'm blinded by him fucking me to.

There's something about him that makes me all tingly. The way he thrusts, the way he asks if I'm okay, the way he whispers little nice things in my ear like "your so pretty, Im sorry, I can't believe I have you like this"

Pleasure mixed with praise is the best of its kind, I liked the way Rafe worshiped my body, and I don't know if this a one time thing or not but I hope it isn't.

He puts his hand on my wetness and starts rubbing small circles, "you know how sexy you look" I'm pretty sure my makeup is ruined.

And I'm all sweaty and my mascara is falling off my eyes, as if I was crying but, it was so worth it.

"Fuck fuck fuck"

"You close"

I nod with the left strength I have, he moves faster and faster, and hitting harder and harder, he knows now that I need this, that if he haven't done this and let me leave I wouldn't be in a closet fucking him while everyone could probably here.

"Rafe I'm gonna-"

"I know"

It felt like an explosion in my area, Rafe pulls out looking down at the mess I made, then jerking himself off because we both know well he can't finish in me.

Because that would lead to me having a child and I can't do that.

He cleans me up with a towel then throwing it on a floor, I could care less though, I live hear and would pick it up later.

I try to stand up but that flopped, "are you okay" I shake my head and he starts laughing non stop, "fuck" he picks me up by my back thighs and holds onto my like I was a baby.

Of corse be put his clothes on before me, but didn't think to allow me to put my lingerie back on, he most likely put it in his back pocket, "I'm taking you back to my house" he tells, as if I can't decide.

"I still need to watch after you, fire"

Fire?

[chlodavids]

MASTERLIST

Hardin Scott

If the world was ending

Truth or dare

Tessa Young

Happier

Joseph Morgan

Being married to joseph morgan

having a crush on joseph morgan

Sebastian Stan

Instagram au

Incorrect Quotes

Chloé being pregnant with bucky's child

incorrect quote

Bucky Barnes

best grade

Draco Malfoy

truth or dare

you want me to blame you (au)

King and Queen of Crazy

boyfriend

Jensen Ackles

Social Media Au

Dangerous Angel part 2 part 3

Vinnie Hacker

Instagram AU

No longer writing for

STRAY KIDS

FIC RECS

About me

I'm legal

18+

Haven't been posting much because I'm finishing high school

Final exams

5 more papers to write

[cosmicanakin]

Hi, can you do an imagine about pranking vinnie, and telling him to try not to annoy you today, please

pranks.

pairing. vinnie hacker x female reader.

outline. you prank your boyfriend by telling him not to annoy you and it backfires, which wasn't what you expected.

contains. angst, (are we even surprised?), pranks, emotional distress, crying.

authors note. thank you for requesting anon babe ! i'm sorry if it wasn't exactly how you wanted it but i hope you enjoy <3

you wake up feeling mischievous, plotting a prank to play on your unsuspecting boyfriend vinnie. thinking up the perfect plan to really mess with him, you can't help the smirk forming as he slowly stirs awake.

leaning over, you whisper in his ear "good morning baby." however, your usually sweet tone holds an underlying edge of irritation that has vinnie blinking in confusion. before he can say anything, you continue in a clipped manner.

"i'm already annoyed so don't bother me at all for the rest of the day, okay? i mean it." his eyebrows furrow, clearly taken aback by your sharp words. searching your face for any sign that it's a joke, hurt washes over him as you give no indication you don't seriously want space.

"okay..." he says hesitantly, hurt flickering in his eyes as he climbs out of bed. part of you feels guilty seeing how your prank is already affecting him, but you're determined to commit fully to the bit. hopefully he'll catch on soon that you're messing with him.

throughout the morning, vinnie keeps his distance as asked, seeming uneasy and unsure what to do to not annoy you further. any attempts at jokes or affection are met with exaggerated irritation, cementing in his mind that you genuinely need space from him.

it grows harder to maintain your façade as his usual cheerfulness fades into guarded silence. by midday, remorse is gnawing a hole in your gut seeing how dejected vinnie appears. when he recoils from your touch with worried eyes, you can no longer take it.

"vinnie, i need to tell you something," you start, grabbing his arm as he tries to walk away. he pauses but doesn't turn, shoulders hunched in defeatedly. "this was all just a stupid prank baby, i don't actually want space from you."

whirling around, hurt and anger flash across his features. "a prank? i thought you were seriously pissed off at me! you had me questioning everything all day," he shouts, hurt turning to rage the longer he processes how badly you messed with him.

"i'm sorry, it was just a joke. i didn't mean to actually upset you,” you scramble to apologize but he brushes past, heading for the door. "where are you going?" panic surges through you, worrying you may have broken the fragile trust between you.

"i just need to be alone for a while, i can't even look at you right now," he spits venomously before slamming the front door behind him. collapsing to the floor, you pull your knees up to your chest as quiet sobs escape your lips.

hours pass with no word from vinnie, your texts and calls going unanswered in a painful silence. night falls heavily, adding to your despair wondering if you pushed him too far this time. just as you're about to give up hope, the door creaks open slowly.

lifting your head, you see vinnie standing uncertainly in the doorway, eyes puffy and red-rimmed from his own tears. without a word, he crosses over and falls into your waiting embrace, holding on for dear life. neither of you speak for a long while, simply taking comfort in being close again.

finally, vinnie pulls back enough to look at you with watery eyes. "i'm still so fucking mad at you but i love you too much to walk away. just promise me no more stupid pranks, okay?” he pleads brokenly.

"i promise, i'm so sorry sweetheart. can you ever forgive me?” you ask, cupping his face gently. he nods, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips in acceptance of your apology. holding each other tightly, you both silently vow to communicate better to avoid such hurt in the future.

your love proves stronger than any misstep could fracture, bonding that transcends fleeting fallouts. here in sanctuary of each other’s arms rediscovered, all remnants of shadows melt under floods of forgiveness' warmth. two souls learn as one, growing through missteps refined to blossoms entwining roots anchored in understanding deeper than any sea. this you vow eternally, to cherish the blossoms arising where hearts intertwine.

[lowkeycasanova]

Downtown Seattle

Before y'all clown me for writing something Christmas/winter themed in July...this is old, I wrote is last year. okay

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"Hold my hand."

"I wanna walk by myself daddy."

"I know you do but there's a lot of people around and I don't want you to get lost."

"Okay." She softy agreed and Vinnie managed to hear her voice despite all the noise around them.

Her short legs had some trouble keeping up with his long strides but she didn't mind. There were so many new and exciting things for her to experience. She had so many questions but didn't know what to ask first.

Vinnie led the way, moving through people. The streets of Seattle weren't too busy but there were definitely more people out during this time of year.

The breeze was strong enough to remind you of the season. It also brought the gray sky but that wasn't anything new. You were at home taking the day to yourself and Vinnie decided to go out and do some shopping with y'all's daughter. He could have easily ordered online but wanted to go out and see the lights, see the snow on the ground, and get a warm drink.

When the two of them weren't in the stores, they just strolled on the sidewalk. He could tell she was enjoying her time. Swinging their hands and skipping when there weren't a lot of people. They ooh'd and ahh'd every time they passed a set of decorations on display.

He felt his body warm up as soon as they entered the the candle shop. Vinnie turned to his little girl and adjusted her beanie.

"You warm enough?"

She nodded.

He took pride in the outfit he picked out for her. She was in a white puffer jacket from the North Face that made her look like a little marshmallow. And her beanie matched his but hers had a fuzzy ball at the top.

"What's that daddy?" She asked and pointed to the object on the shelf.

"It's a candle. You know that what mama has at home with the little tiny fire in the middle?"

She nodded once again and her curious eyes looked around the store.

"I want your help picking one out but I want you to pinky promise me something."

Her finger immediately raised up, ready to promise her dad whatever.

Vinnie chuckled and linked his pinky with hers. "Gotta promise not to tell mama, okay? It's a surprise."

"I promise."

They both kissed their thumbs in unison, making them both giggle at the gesture.

"That's my girl."

She walked behind him as he walked around but rose to her tip toes whenever Vinnie would allow her to smell one. Vinnie trusted her opinion. She would get excited at the ones that smelled like cupcakes or brownies but that's only because she loved desserts.

He picked out ones specifically for you and the others he thought just because they would generally smell good at the house.

The sun was setting by the time they stepped out onto the sidewalk again. The lights around the trees illuminated the area like a scene out of a movie. The little girl looked around in awe and the lights reflected back in her eyes. Sometimes Vinnie wishes he could see the world from her point of view.

They walked for a little while longer until Vinnie realized how late it was getting. But there was just one more stop.

"How about we get a snack before we go home?"

She would never deny that and happily followed him into Starbucks. There was a line at the counter but not a lot of people in the area. Vinnie picked her up and rested her in his hip. She didn't complain because Vinnie was warm and she laid her head on his shoulder.

They quietly talked about what they would get, what they would share. Maybe even get something they haven't tried before.

After picking a basic order, they went and sat at the table in the corner with their hot chocolate and cake pops.

"Thank you daddy."

"Your welcome."

Her legs swung high in the chair and they brainstormed what they wanted to do after dinner. Her eyes were drawn to the people outside and Vinnie sneakily took pictures of her and sent them to you.

You replied back with, come home, I miss y'all!

The car ride home was fun. She sang her own version of Jingle Bells, doing her best even though she was getting some of the words wrong. Vinnie didn't care though. It was hard not to look in the rear view mirror and see the smile on her face.

After fumbling with the keys and bags in his hands, he guided the little girl inside and saying, "Go find mama."

"Is that my favorite girl I hear?" Your voice echoed in the kitchen.

She squealed and ran to you, her face in your legs. You hugged her back, squeezing her thick coat and swaying back and forth.

Your eyes trailed up from your husbands shoes and you saw the bags in his hands.

"Don't look." He laughed and tried to put them behind his back.

"Did you have fun?" You asked, turning your attention back to the girl.

Vinnie had walked away for a second to put the stuff down.

"Yeah, we shared a snack." She said and remembered the pinky promise, not saying anything else about what she had seen.

Vinnie came back with his hands free, ready to greet you.

"How about you take off your coat and shoes so you can be ready for dinner?"

She ran off to her room and you stood up. Your body immediately being engulfed by Vinnie's. You relaxed his his arms, his head resting against yours before kissing it.

"I missed you." He said.

"Aw was it bad?"

"No," he shook his head. "She was great, it was just cold."

You smiled and kissed his flushed cheeks. You moved over to his lips, listening out for your daughter to make sure you go go a little further, but her voice called out for help and you had to break away.

Vinnie nudged you to go to her. He ran a hand over your arm before you walked away and he turned to the stove to where you had been cooking.

The conversation of you two in the background kept his attention and warmed his heart.

The holidays were the best and with y'all by his side it couldn't be any better.

[minjix]

valorant → Vinnie Hacker x female!reader

summary: in which Vinnie defends you

warnings: men being boys, slurs, hate towards women. speed like behavior - hate that man, boy. swear words , mentions suicide + pissed of Vinnie – overprotective!Vinnie, mad!Vinnie, angsty!Vinnie & soft!Vinnie

a/n: women can’t do anything without some men being butthurt about it :) I also don’t know ANYTHING about valorant, men scares me so I will never touch that game so I apologize in advance for all the incorrect information in this imagine <3

word count: 1.0k

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You two had been playing for hours on end, Vinnie’s comforting voice in your ears as your eyes were stuck to your screen. It was your first time playing the game and when you had told him this; the boy immediately begged you to play with him, so here you were– tongue out in concentration whilst Vinnie carefully guided you through everything.

He made it less stressful, his whispers of ‘that’s my girl’, every time you managed to kill someone. His voice burning a hole in your chest, your wound on display. Your nervous laughter only grew the smirk on his lips. He wished to be sat besides you instead of listening to your laughter and frustrated grunts over discord. But he gladly stayed, constantly asking how you felt about the game, quietly asking you for this to be yours and his thing; playing Valorant together.

Everyone had been respectful, since they respected Vinnie, but it all went to shit when one of your teammates decided to blame you for losing that round. Swear words were thrown your way, so loudly that his mic went static.

‘go back to the kitchen, you whore’

‘slut,’

‘ugly fucking bitch’

You sat frozen in your seat, dumbfounded with a slack jaw. Your heart was beating so fast you were sure it’d fall into your stomach. Your mouth turned dry and your eyes wet with tears as the abuse continued on. You were embarrassed for some unknown reason.

Vinnie still couldn’t understand what was happening, one moment jokes were thrown around and then the abuse towards you came out of nowhere.

“The fuck did you just say?” His voice was low as he spoke into the mic, his eyes dark and the muscles in his arms flexing as he gripped his controller.

“This fucking bitch is ruining everythi–“

Vinnie interrupted him. “Shut the fuck up.” His face was red as he could only imagine how you felt.

The coward on the other end laughed, a mocking one that made Vinnie’s controller crack under his grip. Other players tried their hardest to get him to shut up but to no avail.

“What are you gonna do about it, bitch?” And before Vinnie could say something; the coward disappeared from the party.

You were still quiet and then you left too. Vinnie quickly exited the game and grabbed his phone, sending you a simple text.

‘on my way.’

He blamed himself for putting you in that situation, knowing how bad the abuse gets. The dark pit in his stomach growing as he floored it to your apartment downtown, his eyes constantly glancing to see if you texted him back, but nothing.

The rapid knocks quieted the sobs from your lips. “Y/n, please open the door.” You quickly got up and opened the door despite the confusion you felt about him taking his time to check up on you.

Your face was wet from tears and your breaths came out in gasps as the pain in your chest wouldn’t lessen. “Shit,” he swore to himself before inviting himself in and embracing your shaking body. Over your cries he could hear several plings, one after another. Your computer was placed in your living room, right where you both stood.

His eyes squinted, recognizing it. Someone was chatting with you on valorant. He carefully let go of you and walked over to your computer despite his name leaving your lips in a warning.

His eyes widened at the words that burned a hole into his irises. Threat after threat came in, all from the very same player who couldn’t handle losing a match.

“What the actual fuck?” He whispered as he quickly muted the guy before blocking him. His arms rested on the table, his head hanging in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, his back to you as you spoke, your voice hoarse and cracking with each word. “Why are you apologizing?”

He slammed his hands down on the desk, needing to let go of the weight on his chest. “I knew that this shit happens all the fucking time,” he gestured to your computer, “and I still convinced you to play, all because I’m a selfish fucking asshole,” you quickly crossed the room to him to stop him from saying more.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You sniffed as you stared at his shoulder which were rapidly moving up and down in beat of his rapid breaths. “Vin, calm down…” you trailed of as he faced you, his eyes red and the veins in neck standing out from withholding his cries.

“I wanted to have something with you, and it ended with some fucking asshole telling you to off yourself?!” He was near hysterics now, hands in his hair as he looked everywhere but you.

He continued to speak over you trying to calm him down, “I can’t lose you because of this!” Your hands grabbed his arms and pulled him towards you. You held him tightly while he tried to catch his breath.

“Hey-it’s okay, you won’t lose me over this; I promise.”

His voice cracked, “that’s not what I meant.” He spoke quietly, begging you to understand so he didn’t have to say it himself.

“I know,” you whispered into his chest. “I’m with you til’ the end, remember?” A teary chuckle left him from the memory of you and him, drunk, sitting in a bathtub together, promising to never leave each other.

He took a shaky deep breath to gather his courage. “I really like you, Y/n. Really, really like you.”

You hugged him tighter, a smile growing on your lips from his confession. You’ve always dreamt of this moment except for the tears and the situation that brought you two here, embraced by each other.

“I really, really like you too, Vinnie.” His grip on you loosened, his lips met your hairline to softly whisper, “can I kiss you?”

You whispered a ‘yes you can’ before his lips carefully placed themselves on yours. The knot in your stomach snapped and exploded into millions of butterflies as his lips moved together with yours.

[anoncausewhynot]

Getting into the holiday spirit with Vinny

CW: Contains spoilers for EverymanHybrid

You closed your eyes and leaned back in your chair, hands gripping the edge of your kitchen table to ensure you wouldn’t fall off. An almost empty bottle of wine next to you. This was all some crazy dream, a nightmare. Jeff wasn’t dead, Habit had never taken over Evan, Vincent wasn’t missing, and you were with them laughing and basking in the joy of this holiday. Christmas. Today was Christmas.

The alcohol made your mind fuzzy and somehow managed to bring back old memories.

“Vincent you're doing it wrong, you have to hang them up like this" You placed a decoration properly on the tree and took off the crooked half-hazerdly placed ones. “Seriously have you never decorated a tree before” “well not alone” Vincent said and continued to place decorations on the tree, a bit more carefully. “Hey (Reader) can i ask your opinion on something” “Sure” You took a step back from the tree and admired Vincents Your work. “You know that web series marble something something” he placed a finger on his chin trying to remember the name before essentially giving up.  “not really, what is it?” “Well it’s a series of videos that seem normal at first but in the background if you look hard enough you can see slenderman” “cool? What does this have to do with me?” You still didn’t understand bringing up something so meaningless “Well me, Jeff, and Evan were talking about maybe starting a series similar to it but exercise themed” He looked at you expectedly. “And you want to know what I think?” he nodded. “Sounds cool i guess” You shrugged. “Actually i wanted to know if you’d be willing to dress up as slenderman and maybe i don't know, show up periodically”

Of course it seemed like a stupid request to you and you of course turned it down, but Vincent didn’t seem any less determined to make this become a reality. 

“No thanks Vinny” You plopped down on the couch and slouched down. “Fine fine, but when we’re famous don’t expect me to give you my autograph” he sat next to you and poked you with his elbow.

It was such an innocent idea, starting a web series, an ARG, meeting new people. You watched it all unfold from the sidelines. The day he posted that ominous video about someone breaking into Jeff’s house you came up to him and asked him if it was true. He had looked at you with the most serious face that day and just replied. ‘I hope not’ of course back then the possibility of Slenderman breaking into a house seemed so far off. But now nothing seemed crazy. Slenderman was real. Evan was possessed. And Vincent was gone along with Habit. You sighed and took a last drink straight from the bottle before throwing the now empty glass onto the ground, smashing it. This wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair at all! You rested your head and let fog fill your mind as you heard your front door open. Your tired mind recognized the sound but no the threat behind it. A figure peeked into your dining room before fully walking in and stopping at the side of the table across from you. “V-Vinny?” A tear slipped from your eye. He reached out his hand and cupped your face gently “Shh…He wants me to bring you to him, so just don’t fight me…okay?” His voice was enough to soothe you and the world closed in around you.

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I'v watched EMH about 2 times now in full but it's been a while since i'v tried my hand at writing anything for it

[circle-with-me]

Sweet Boy

Pairing: Vinny Mauro x fem reader

Content Warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, oral sex (m receiving), edging, unprotected vaginal sex, sub!Vinny, soft dom!Reader, praise kink if you squint, Vinny whimpering and begging gets its own warning. Lil bit of fluff at the end. Idk y'all, this is filthy. I need to be sedated after this one.

Word Count: 2.5k

Taglist: @thesazzb, @tearfallpixie, @concretenoah, @deathblacksmoke, @synthetic-wasp-570, @nerdraging4point0, @beaker1636, @itsjustemily

Author's note: If you'd like to be added to my tag list for future work, please let me know. Also, shout out to @thesazzb again for being the little beta reader that could.

DISCLAIMER: All writings below are works of FICTION. They are about REAL people in FICTIONAL scenarios. They do not reflect real actions/opinions/conversations/etc of said persons and are not meant to.

Vinny’s grasp on your hips was bruising. His fingers grip and rings pinch into your flesh with every movement you make against him. He writhes underneath you with shuttered breaths and whimpers leaving his mouth. You watch him as you move on top of him, his skin flushed and his mouth wide open. His eyes were shut tight, and his brows knit together. He was so worked up that beads of sweat had begun to appear on his forehead and chest. 

He was beautiful like this.  

He arches his back as you grind your hips a little harder. His head tilts back against the pillow and you take the opportunity to nip at his neck. The gasp that left his mouth was heavenly. You were desperate to hear it again, so you bit down on his neck once more. The same gasp from before fell from his lips followed by a moan. Smiling against his neck you lick and suck at the spot, hoping it bruises anyways. 

One of his hands leaves your hips and tangles in your hair. “B-baby….”

“Yes, sweet boy?”

“I-fuck. I need...” his sentence trails off when you start to pepper his jaw with kisses.

“What do you need? Tell me, baby.” Vinny’s grip on your hair tightens and he wraps his arm around your waist as he presses harder against you, desperate for more contact. Your bare pussy is soaking him just from teasing him all night. You haven’t allowed him to touch your pussy or put his cock inside you and Vinny is sure he’s going to explode if he isn’t inside of you soon. He’s lost track of time, but it feels like the two of you have been at it for hours. 

He’s considered saying “fuck it”, flipping you over and pounding into you until you’re both violently shaking and cumming but he won’t. Even though he knows you would let him. This is what he wants. 

When he arrived home earlier in the evening from rehearsals he was frustrated. Usually, when he felt this way, he wanted to be in control, but this time was different. He felt drained and just wanted to be taken care of. He wanted you to take control this time. 

You knew what he needed the second he walked in the door. 

Now, he’s struggling to string together a coherent thought, much less words. You’ve switched to a torturously slow pace, undoubtedly on purpose, and it feels so good his vision has blurred. He feels your hand on his chest and hears your voice, but he can’t make out what you’re saying. Vinny mumbles something in response but he’s not sure it was comprehendible. Your movements stop altogether, and a pathetic noise falls from his lips.

“Look at me, baby” You grab his face with your hand, flexing your fingers against his jawbone. His eyes narrow and you finally come into focus. He lets out a shaky breath as he takes in your naked form, a sheen of sweat covering you making your skin glow in the moonlight coming through the window. He can tell from the look on your face that you’re as wrecked as he is, but unlike him, you manage to keep your composure.

You smile softly as you observe him taking you in. You lean over and place a soft kiss on his lips. Rolling your hips harshly against his, you both moan at the feeling. 

“I said, what do you want?” You rasp against his lips, still holding his jaw tightly. 

“More” he moans.

“More what?” You move your hand from his jaw down to rest at his throat. 

“More, Princess, please.” His voice comes out strained, tongue darting out to wet his dry lips. 

“What do you want more of, sweet boy?” You run both hands down his chest, scratching at the flesh. Vinny whimpers loudly, the sound going straight to your aching pussy. You knew what he wanted because it was exactly what you wanted. You weren’t going to give it to him that easily though. 

Vinny lies there for a moment, breathing heavily, and kneads at the meat on your thighs. You feel his cock twitch beneath you. Smirking, you grab him by the throat and lean over him, pressing your chest into his. Vinny’s breathing quickens even more as you start to grind hard and fast against him. 

“Is this what you want? Hmm?” 

“Fuck…fuck.” 

You squeeze his throat a little tighter.

“Answer me, sweet boy.” 

“God… yes.”

“You like how my pussy feels, baby?”

The only response you receive from the man below you are a string of expletives and moans. His fingernails dig into your thighs, the pain mixing deliciously with the pleasure of feeling his hard cock against your throbbing clit. You wanted to hold off as long as you could, but it felt so fucking good. 

Vinny hears your moans get louder. He’s been with you long enough that he knows when you’re about to cum. His eyes fly open as he watches you using him to reach your climax and he damn near cums at the sight of you. You tilt your head back and grasp at his chest and arms to steady yourself as you convulse. He feels your thighs clench around him as your release soaks him. 

“Holy shit, Princess. I could watch that all day.”

Catching your breath, you lace both of your hands in his and hold them above his head. You kiss him lazily and resume your movements, slower now.

“God baby, that felt so fucking good,” you say between kisses. “You want to cum too, sweet boy?

Vinny nods aggressively, lips still attached to yours.

You quicken your pace, refusing to leave his mouth unattended. You loved the way he tasted but loved swallowing every single whimper and moan even more. You notice his breathing has become shallow and the muscles in his stomach tense up.

“Are you close?”

“S-so close” he moans, sloppily bucking his hips up into you. “Fuck, m’gonna…”

You abruptly let go of his hands and lift yourself from his lap, scooting backward to sit on his thighs. You sit there and watch him as he desperately grabs at you to pull you back onto him, crying out when you resist him.

If looks could kill, you’d be a goner. 

“Y/n, what the fuck?” He said more disappointment in his voice than anger.

“I’m sorry baby…” You bend over and kiss down his chest and stomach stopping just above his leaking cock. You lick the swollen tip, gather the pre-cum, and spread it over the head with your lips. He inhales sharply as you look at him through your lashes.

“… But I’m nowhere near finished with you yet.” 

You take his cock in your hands and lick up his shaft, swirling your tongue around the tip and sucking him into your mouth. His hand instantly goes to your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair. You take what you can’t fit in your mouth in your hand and begin pumping his length. His hips jerk up, forcing his cock further into your mouth and causing you to gag. You slap his thigh, giving him a warning to behave. 

He looks down at you apologetically and rubs your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You squeeze his hip to tell him it’s okay and bob your head up and down his length. He leans his head against the pillow, cursing and moaning, covering his face with his free arm.

The hand that had a hold of your hair was now on your scalp, scratching. He was doing the best he could to behave for you. All he wanted now was to hold you by the hair and fuck into your mouth until he was spilling down your throat. But he can’t. He had to be good.

You had given him one warning already.

He was going to behave.

He wanted to be good for you.

Against his better judgment, Vinny looks down to watch you. To his surprise, you were already watching him. Your beautiful eyes were shining back at him, pupils blown wide with desire. Your cheeks were flushed. You were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. 

He’d be lying, however, if he didn’t admit that his current favorite feature was that your mouth was absolutely stuffed with his cock. 

Your eyelashes flutter with every new inch you take in your mouth. You hollow out your cheeks and relax your throat to take more of him. When Vinny feels his cock hit the back of your throat, he has to bite his finger to keep from cumming immediately. 

“Fuck, Princess, you look so good like this.”

You hum at the praise and Vin shivers. You continue sucking his length, massaging the veins of his cock with your tongue. 

“Oh... oh god.” He breathes. “Please don’t stop.”

You move faster, cupping and massaging his balls. He’s a whimpering mess above you, he arches his back and begs you over and over not to stop. Both of his hands grip at your hair so tight you’re pretty sure he’s going to rip some out. 

You love seeing him like this. You want to let him cum. Give him his release. He’s been so good for you, but you’re not done yet. You don’t think he’s ready. So, as you feel his balls begin to draw up, you remove your mouth from him and sit up. 

The noise that escapes from Vinny this time is damn near a sob.

He sits up on his elbows staring at you, nearly in tears. His body shakes from breathing so hard and overstimulation. You can practically see his heart beating out of his chest. 

“Baby, you’re killing me.” 

You crawl up his body and sit on his lap cradling his face in your hands. You kiss him hard, and he wraps an arm around your waist pulling your hips flush with his. He hisses when your pussy makes contact with his sensitive cock. He presses his face into your neck, leaving open mouth kisses. 

“What do you want, sweet boy?”

He groans into your neck and drops his head onto your shoulder. 

“You know what I want.”

“You have to say it, baby.” 

“I want you.” He trails kisses from your neck down to your breasts. 

You grab his hair and pull his head back, so he’ll meet your gaze.

“If you want to cum you’re going to have to do better than that.”

“God, I want to be inside of you!” He mewls.

“That’s better.” You leave kisses down his jaw. You lift your hips and grab his shaft. He jumps slightly at the contact, and you smirk. You place the tip of his cock at your entrance.  

“Is this what you want, baby?” 

He nods.

“Words, honey.”

“Yes.”

You pull him by the hair. “Yes, what?”

“Yes ma’am.” He whines.

You sink onto him, but only enough for the tip to go in. His mouth drops open and closes again. He bucks his hips to push into you further, but you pull off him. 

“Fu-uck, baby.” He cries out. “Please.”

“Please what?” 

“Please let me fuck your pussy.”

“You think you deserve it?” 

“Yes ma’am.” Vinny nods, staring at you intently. 

“You think you’ve been a good boy for me?” You say squeezing his cock.

“God! Fuck... yes, baby. Please. Please.”

For a moment, you take in the sight of the man before you. His eyes are soft and pleading, tears well up in the corners. His mouth doesn’t stop moving for a second, his quiet but urgent pleas for release resounding in your ear. He alternates between rubbing and scratching at your thighs, trying to keep his hands busy. He’s restless and overstimulated. Sweet boy. He’s being so good for you. You suddenly realize just how intimate this moment is.

The pretty noises. The begging. The scratching and clawing. He’s so perfect, and all of it’s for you. He's falling apart for you. He’s begging for you. He trusts you. He loves you. 

The way Vinny makes you feel is overwhelming. You cup the side of his face brushing away a tear that has fallen. You ghost your lips over his and sigh.

“Make me cum first, and then you can sweet boy.”

“Fuck. Fuck. Thank you. Thank you so much, Princess.”

Both of you gasp as you sink down on him completely. The anticipation from the night’s events and the stretch of his thick cock had your orgasm building already. You set a quick pace immediately, knowing neither of you would last long. 

You wrap your arms around Vinny’s neck, and he buries his face in your cleavage. He uses both hands to guide your hips over him faster as he bites at your flesh. You throw your head back, letting him continue his assault on your skin. 

Desperate to be deeper inside of you, Vinny flips you onto your back. He pounds into you relentlessly hitting the spot inside of you he knows will make you see stars. You feel the coil in your belly tighten, threatening to break at any second. You arch your back and Vinny growls. 

Resting both arms next to your head, he towers over you as he slams harder into your pussy. His hair is stuck to his sweat-covered face. You brush it away and take his face in your hands. He leans down and claims your lips in a searing kiss. He breaks away and exhales sharply, his breath hot on your neck. Vinny runs his hand down your chest and stomach to find your swollen bud that was in desperate need of attention.

“Princess, need you to cum. Need you to cum so bad. Please. M’so close.” He massages your clit to match his thrusts and you’re so close you could burst any second. You wanted something from Vinny first.

“Cum with me, baby.” 

“A-are you sure?” Vinny stutters, eyes wide. 

“Yeah, you want to?”

“Please! Please, oh god, yes, please.” He practically screams. 

“Then cum with me. Cum in my pussy, baby. Fill me up.” 

Vinny’s moans were so loud that you would be surprised if the cops didn’t show up later. He slams into you a few more times before spilling into you, his cock twitching inside of you. He says your name over and over, thanking you for letting him cum. He shakes so hard he nearly falls on top of you. You have never seen his orgasm hit him this hard and it makes your second climax of the evening by far the best. Vinny coaxes you through your orgasm, leaving sweet kisses all over your face as he whispers praises in your ear. When you come down from your highs, you lie there together. Your heavy breathing is now the only sound that fills the room. Vinny’s head is on your chest listening to your pounding heart. You’ll get up and draw the two of you a bath eventually or try to at least. Vinny will refuse to let you, insisting aftercare is still his job. 

For now, however, you lie in comfortable silence. You play with Vinny’s hair and hum his favorite song. He grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours, sighing contentedly. 

“I love you so much, princess.”

“I love you too, sweet boy.”