#vinny pazienza x reader

[ughthisisntright]

Fuel | Vinny Pazienza x Reader

Summary: Vinny knows just how to make you feel better.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, porn with plot, p in v sex, exhibitionism, general awfulness

Word Count: 1,613

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Rage. Anger. Frustration. Irritation. Calm.

It was in that order that you settled after an argument. You weren’t fond of them, but in your fuckin’ family that was usually what you got. Arguments. Heated ones. You never instigated but man, the second your dad jumped in your mom’s face you bet your ass you were the one jumping up to defend her.

Unfortunately for you, that meant lots of poisonous words thrown in your face - by your father. You’d been dubbed “bitch,” “little girl,” and a whole slew of others in the midst of those face-offs with him. No matter; you’d been called worse by better.

Not to mention the veiled threats on your living situation. You put up with my disrespect, I let you keep living here. Like a prisoner? Sign you up.

So when you found yourself on the business end of an ass-whooping, you decided it was just time to high-tail it out of there. You huffed and puffed out of the house, leaving your drunk father to scream at your tiny mother. What else could you do? A twenty-five-year-old woman against a sixty-year-old drunk? You would have been bloodied within seconds.

Tears screamed in your eyes as you tore out of your driveway in your Chevrolet Chevelle. You ripped down the street and drove to the only place you knew you could find comfort. The one place your heart felt full. The one place where pain was a distant memory.

You pulled into an alleyway and were hardly in park before you were hopping out of the car. You ran up to the door of a brick building, hailed it open, and walked inside. Music blared as soon as you opened the door and all you could smell was sweat. As you walked in further you could hear the familiar grunting and smack of boxing gloves hitting pads, along with orders and other words of encouragement.

You walked into the middle of the gym and caught sight of your man. Your rock. The one guy who could make the rest of your issues go away. Vinny.

He was the vision peace for you. You stood and watched as he finished his round with his trainer, Kevin. Once the older gentleman noticed you, he was finishing up quicker so you could talk to Vinny. And as soon as they were done, Kev wished the two of you goodnight, and Vinny was spinning around to face you.

“Hey, baby!” He beamed as he took his headgear off. “What are you doing here? I thought you had something with your mom?”

The wobble of your bottom lip must have been obvious, because the man’s face fell at the sight.

“Whoa, what happened?” He immediately ripped his gloves off, catching you as you fell into his arms. You didn’t cry - you didn’t want to give that drunk bastard the satisfaction - but you trembled in your strong boyfriend’s arms. He held you for ages, repeatedly asking you what was wrong.

“I just-” you started before taking a deep breath. You pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. Vinny just had this look about him. Like he was always paying attention. It was comforting. And it let you know he was always there for you. So, when you looked into his eyes, something ignited in your belly. Maybe it was the rage still simmering in your chest, or the fact that Vinny was there, but you surged forward and captured his lips in a fiery kiss.

He was taken aback at first, but his hands never faltered. They slipped around your waist and tugged you flush against his sweaty, naked torso. Your hands slid into his sweat-damp hair and tugged the curls atop his head. The kiss became more heated and Vinny was scooping you up.

You wrapped your legs around his torso and he carried you over to one of the weight benches. He sat down on the upright incline bench and leaned back against it, holding you on top of him. You ground your hips against his and his lips traveled down your jaw to your neck and all the way down to your collarbone.

You let out raw moans of pleasure, a release of pent up frustration and rage. Vinny responded in kind by shoving your short skirt up and revealing your bare ass. You made quick work of your top and Vinny was already pulling his gym shorts off. You opted to step out of your skirt and returned to his lap, completely naked for him.

His hands palmed the weight of your breasts as you ran your hand down to his hardening shaft. The anger in your stomach was enough to make you crazy - and you were going to take it out on this man one way or another. You felt the tip of his cock poking your slit as you bumped along him in feverish kisses and desperate touches.

“Need me bad, huh?” Vinny rasped, hand fitted at the back of your head while his lips worked over your neck. “Can feel you shaking, baby, I’ve got you.”

You only groaned in response. You couldn't even attempt to form words properly in the mood you were in. You only knew what to do, and you knew what Vinny was doing, too. You could feel his hands smoothing over the plump of your ass as he coaxed your hips upwards.

He ran the tip of his hard cock through the slick between your legs and wasted no time sinking himself inside you. You gripped his shoulders tightly and felt his hips press against yours as he bottomed out.

“That's it, angel, take what you need,” he groaned softly. “You look so good, all full of me, makes me crazy.”

You lifted your hips up and felt the drag of his cock inside you. He already had you seeing stars, and you'd barely even started. You rested your head down on his sweaty shoulder and seated yourself back down in his lap. You moaned and mewled softly into his ear as you set a steady pace. His grip on your hips was possessive and firm. You could tell he was locked in.

“Baby, baby, fuck,” he whined softly. “Gonna make me cum already, look at you.” He tapped your sides a couple of times.

You picked your head up and looked at him with a haze covering your vision, eyes half-lidded and fucked out already. He looked up at you with his lips parted and sweat at his brow and hairline. He grunted as you fucked yourself with his cock, drinking in the sight of you. He gave a smirk and jutted his chin in a gesture behind you.

You turned your head and were met with the most pornographic sight - Vinny’s cock halfway inside you and your arousal coating it. You'd forgotten the mirror was behind you, now you couldn't look away.

You bit your lip and continued riding Vinny’s cock, making an even bigger show of it not only for yourself but for him, too. He was having a hard time looking away from the mirror just like you. Your moans grew louder and more desperate. Vinny could tell there was more to this but he was too busy with his lips on your nipples to ask.

You tossed your head back and rolled your hips against his in a way that had you crying out his name.

“Fuck, Vinny,” you grunted. “Feel so good, I’m gonna cum soon…”

“Let go, babe, lemme hear you scream for me-”

“I-hah- I’m gonna cum-”

“Do it, lemme hear you. Scream my name, baby, yeahh, fuck you look so fuckin’ hot. Gonna fill you up, make you fuckin’ scream, baby.”

Vinny’s babbling was enough to have you keening, pushing you over the edge and screaming his name just like he wanted. Your pussy clamped down around his cock as he took control. He fucked up into you like an animal in heat. His heavy breathing and desperate grunting was like music to your ears. Your hands gripped the back of the bench as he fucked you through your orgasm, cumming quickly after you with a shattered breath and a whimper of your name.

It was then that you felt the hurt of the day’s events smash into you like a ton of bricks.

Vinny had pulled out of you and you were resting in his lap, chests pressed together and breathing evening out. His fingers caressed your bare back as you laid on top of him. Your head was turned toward the sparring rings and you felt the angry sting of tears in your eyes again. You drew in a shaky breath that alerted Vinny suddenly.

“Babe,” he said roughly. “Hey, talk to me. The fuck is going on?”

You shook your head a couple of times and that was all it took. You let out a soft sob and his arms were around you completely. He kissed your temple and simply held you while you let out the last remains of your anger.

“My fuckin’ dad,” you whimpered. “Fuckin’ drunk piece of shit-”

“Hey, hey,” he soothed. “Enough. Don't think about that right now.”

You pressed your forehead to his chest and sniffled.

“You’re gonna spend the whole weekend with me, baby,” he said with a grin. “Gonna watch me win the fight, gonna go out and get some good food, and I’ll bring you back to that big, fancy hotel room and fuck you till you can’t walk. How’s that sound, gorgeous?”

“Sounds perfect,” you meekly say.

“Atta girl,” he praised. “Always such a good girl for me.”

happy birthday (again) @roosterscock

[tngrace]

Locker Room

NSFW! EXPLICIT SMUT!

🏷ing: @dragon-kazansky @mrsjaderogers @bayisdying @cycbaby @askmarinaandothers

Watching Vinny fight was always a wonder. You'd been in love with him for a long time, but he rarely saw you as anything more than a friend. Some times you took advantage of the friends with benefit situation he offered, rationalizing that having him for a moment was better than not having him at all.

His comeback fight was something magnificent, but what you didn't expect was for him to drag you to the locker room with him afterwards.

"What are you doing?" You laugh as he throws you over his shoulder.

"Celebrating. That was fucking amazing," he laughs. He slaps your ass before he sets you down in front of his locker.

"And how are you celebrating? You usually wanna go gamble or the strip clubs," you laugh. You right your shirt where it had ridden up after he carried you like a caveman.

His hands fall to your waist, squeezing. "Na. Not tonight."

You throw your head back in laughter. "Come on Vin. You're in Vegas."

"Who needs Vegas when I have you." He crowds you closer against the locker, your lips almost touching. You won't lie that your heart doesn't flutter faster, but you also remind yourself he's just saying what he thinks will get him what he wants.

"You need a shower," you laugh, but you don't push him away.

"Na. Need you." His lips crash down on yours and you can't help but moan and arch into him.

You hands run through his sweaty hair as he keeps kissing you. "Y/N, babe," he whispers as nuzzles at your neck.

"Vinny... we can't." You whine as he bites at your neck.

"We can. I just won. Nobody thought I'd win but you and Kev. Let's celebrate."

"Vinny..." You laugh as he pins you against the lockers. "We'll get caught here."

"You'll just have to be quiet babe." He sucks down your neck and over your collarbone.

You tug at his hair as he finally pulls off you and licks his lips. You wipe some sweat and blood off his face. You bite your lip and nod as he gives you a winning smile. You never can tell him no.

He lifts you up and kisses you harder. "God I can't resist you," he whispers in between kisses.

You whine and moan as you grind against him. "Wanna taste you," he whispers. He sinks to his knees, stripping you, before throwing your legs over his shoulders.

Your hands tangle in his hair as he smirks up at you. His hands hold you up, gripping your ass hard. "Vinny.... oh god," you moan. He dives right in; his tongue flicks inside you as his mustache rubs against you.

You bite your hand to keep quiet. He holds you still as he eats you out like a starving man. You tug at his hair but he doesn't relent. He brushes against your clit as he flicks his tongue in you deep and you shatter.

He keeps you going, not relenting. You moan and whine against your hand until he finally pulls off. He eases you down, licking his lips. "Damn baby."

"Vinny please," you beg.

He smirks as he stands up. He shucks his shorts and kisses you. "I know... I know. That's never enough. Gotta have me filling you up with my dick."

You whine loudly as he lifts you once more. "Never satisfied until you're stuffed full of me are you baby."

"Vinny.... fuuuccckk." You bury your face in his neck to muffle your sounds.

"Yea. Yea... gonna do just that." He tightens his grip around your waist before he slams in. He holds still making sure you're ok as always before he sets a brutal pace.

You moan and pant into his neck, clenching around him on every other stroke. His mouth never stops running either and he has you on edge so quick.

"Come on princess. Let that pussy cum for me." You shatter at that, biting his neck to muffle your scream. You feel him twitch in you but he doesn't stop.

If anything he goes harder. "God you take my dick so well baby. Let me fuck you so good. Let me just pound that pussy until you're cumming over and over."

You scream into his neck once more at your third orgasm and Vinny smirks against your cheek. "One more for me baby. One more."

He hitches you higher, drives in deeper and you're lost. You're body shudders around him, your teeth leaving imprints over his collarbone as he cums with you finally filling you up.

He eases up, rocks you through it as you cling to him. "I gotcha. I gotcha. You good?" He whispers as he finally slows to a stop.

You nod against his neck, thankful for his strength in that moment as there's no way you could hold yourself up. "Need words babe." His hand strokes up your back as he settles on the bench keeping you in his lap as he stays buried inside of you.

"Yea," you croak nuzzling at his neck more.

You hear him softly chuckle. "Love when I fuck you speechless." He kisses the side of your head as he holds you. He eventually carries you to the shower with him and helps you clean as you slowly come back to yourself. Vinny barely let's you out of the hotel room all weekend nor does he find himself in front of table or stage. You're all he needs after a victory.

[oncasette]

Thoughts on sex with Vinny in the locker room at his gym?

post fight! sex is so personal to me but i’m thinking about like… vinny when he’s training. like he finishes his first session of the day and his arms are shiny with how much he’s sweating.

you follow him into the lockeroom to ask if he needs anything, fill up his water bottle, maybe, and give him a kiss before he has to get back to it.

but he’s pushing you up against one of the lockers before you can even get a hey out.

“been thinkin about you all morning, gorgeous,” he mumbles as he slips his hands beneath your sweatshirt.

“vin-“

“shh, let me give my lady what she needs, hm,” he hushes you before he’s tugging your leggings down, damn near tearing the fabric as he does.

he’d be so ravenous, too. a hand clamped over your mouth as he bites into your shoulder to keep the both of you quiet. his sweat slicked curls leave a damp spot in the fabric, but he’s fucking you so good you don’t even have half a mind to care.

[bradshawsbitch]

aight listen I usually don't want to write rpf, like it gives me the ick as fuck - however, I have miles teller as vinny brain rot, would it be fucked up if I wrote about him? honest, cause I feel like it might be a lil fucked up

[vals-writings]

Miles Teller as Vinny Pazienza in Bleed For This (2016)🥊🎬

God he's so yummy 💋

[meikadonnelly]

{introduction}

hii, i'm mimi, i'm 17, from australia and i write fan-fiction one shots, head cannons and multi part stories. my favourite bands are motley crue and guns n roses. my favourite members are nikki sixx and izzy stradlin and my favourite actors are miles teller and glen powell if you couldn't already tell.

i also have an edit account on tiktok. i’m not the best editor by any means but i’m giving it a go 🫶🏻 : @terr0rtw1ns

{who i write for}

motley crue

^nikki sixx * ^tommy lee * ^mick mars ^vince neil

guns n roses

^izzy stradlin * ^duff mckagen ^slash

metallica

^james hetfield ^kirk hammett

top gun / top gun maverick

^bradley bradshaw | rooster * ^pete mitchell | maverick ^nick bradshaw | goose ^tom kazansky | iceman ^jake seresin | hangman

twisters

^tyler owens

bleed for this

^vinny pazienza

{notes}

+if a story has any mature themes, they will be named with a trigger warning for reader safety.

+i know much more about certain people which means their chapters will most likely be more detailed, and this is why for some bands/movies, i do not write for all members. this doesn't mean they won't be included in other member's chapters. (people who i believe i will be better at writing for will have a star next to their name)

+as said before^, certain people will have a stronger storyline to others, however, this doesn't mean that I will only put effort into some and not others.

+the more detail in the requests, the better, as i want to create a clear and accurate piece.

+i write all types of fan-fiction, whether it is angst, fluff etc. keep in mind that i may turn some requests down if i am not comfortable writing it for you.

+i do not write male x male or female x female. this is not because i’m against it in any way. it’s purely because i have no idea how to write it 🤷‍♀️

+i also have preferences on what i do and don’t write. i will not include r&pe. i will not write a fic where the reader is under 18 and the other person is over.

things i will not write:

r&pe kinks

ins£st kinks

pain kinks

p!ss/sh!t kinks

a fic where the chosen person dies.

a fic where the chosen person purposely assu&lts the reader or anyone.

breeding kink. (this one is only to a certain degree. i do include unsafe sex in my fics and any kinks that include that, however i won’t specifically write that the reader or chosen person is doing it to ‘breed them’).

extreme age gaps (like 18 x 65 etc)

[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.

[shouldershimmycity]

If I started writing for Vinny I wouldn’t be mad

[oncasette]

𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐀 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒…

“𝗜𝗧’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘”…

reaching for him in your sleep

…𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗜𝗧’𝗦 𝗔 𝗟𝗜𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡

[ughthisisntright]

laura love's archive masterlist

These works are finished & exclusive to Tumblr. They will not be ported to AO3.

top gun maverick.

bradley "rooster" bradshaw

bleed for this.

vinny pazienza

outer range.

rhett abbott

[tngrace]

Vinny Pazienza Masterlist

Coming Back to You: Tumblr; A03 - Vinny x Reader; best friends to not friends to lovers; follows events of movie. SMUT! 

Mile(s) High Club: Tumblr; A03 - Vinny x Reader; PWP drabble. Vinny helps with your anxiety about flying. SMUT!

Locker Room: Tumblr; A03 - Vinny x Reader; PWP drabble. Vinny wants to celebrate his comeback victory with you. SMUT!

Talk Dirty to Me: Tumblr; A03 - You help Vinny feel better after he’s been home from the hospital for a month. SMUT!

[oncasette]

vinny whining "baby, baby, baby" in ur neck as he thrusts into u , idk or rambling abt how ur so good to him , idk or helping vinny wrap his hands and hes smiling at u while staring at ur face IDK !

he would be soooo whiny! especially after a fight that he got especially beat down during. his hands don’t leave your hips as he grounds you to the bed, mumbling a string of nonsense as he grinds into you.

“so good to me, baby,” he groans, his pace is sloppy, barely pulling out before he’s driving his hips harder into you. “always so good to me. my best girl.”

[oncasette]

STARDUST CHORDS: Vinny Pazienza + Domesticity

AIN’T NO SUNSHINE bill withers. CHOKING ON FLOWERS fox academy. IT DON’T GET BETTER THAN THIS royal deluxe. UNFORGETTABLE nat king cole.

“ok, so, i got the dish washed started. did you remember to move the clothes over to the dryer?” you ask vinny as you walk past him into the living room.

“yeah, baby,” he says, quickly shutting his laptop and following you over to the couch.

“and you swept this morning like i ask you to? cause you know my mom-“

“yes, baby, i did,” he says as he sits beside you, draping his arm across the back of the leather couch as he drops to smack a wet kiss against your cheek.

“and the-“

“i did all of it, promise,” he hums against your skin, leaving a trail of his teeth and lips in his path to press his mouth fully against your lips.

you break away from him slightly to blurt out a, “oh! what about the-“

“shut up and let me get some sugar from my wife, yeah?” he hums, leaning in again.

[oncasette]

Congrats on 1k!!! 🥳

TEARS OF RAIN: Vinny Pazienza & reaching for the other in your sleep

he got home late that night, with the fight and all. his face was a little more bruised than usual, his eye a tad more purple, but he was okay. he was good, even, now that he was home.

you’d gotten past the stage in your relationship if you staying up all night on fight nights, biting your nails until he came home. sure, you were worried, especially on the nights you couldn’t be there in person, but it just took to much out of you to sit there and worry.

so he was expecting to see you asleep when he creeped up the stairs. in the dark room, under the thick duvet you always pulled out in the winter. wasn’t surprised to see you wince in your sleep at the hallway light hitting your face.

he dropped the few belongings he still had on him on his nightstand, tugged his clothes off in a half-awake daze—having already showered at the arena—before he was pulling back the covers to slide in beside you. he felt you curl in towards him as soon as he laid down, extending an arm out to drag him further into your bed. he knew you were still asleep, knew your eyelids were still heavy and your mind still fuzzy with that dreamy haze as he whispered, “i’m here, honey. it’s all good.”

join my celly!

[njpuckbunny]

ive never requested before but i was wondering if you could do something with vinny and reader where they are sparring with each other and he kinda hits her too hard then hes just apologizing a lot :) have a nice day

bleeder

(gif by @pohjanneito )

vinny pazienza x reader

requested- yes (summary is the request lol)

warnings- angst, comfort, mention of car wreck, bleed for this spoilers, vinny using the cutest nicknames, all lowercase, swearing

word count- 1600+

a/n- FIRST OFF I LOVE THIS IDEA TYSM AND THANK U @rhyetaylor62 FOR HELPING ME PROOF READ 🫶🏻

you were just finishing up your second wrap around your hands for today's sparring lesson at vinny at his dad's gym, when you heard vinny come through the entrance.

“sweets,” he murmured with a lopsided smile from behind you, “i didn’t expect to see you here so early.”

your turned back was suddenly embraced by his arms, he nuzzled himself into your neck.

“get a room you two,” you heard kev complain from the other side of the gym.

you rolled your eyes and turned to see vinny in front of you, as close as humanly possible. he took both of your hands in his and patted down the wrap you had previously put on.

he looked up at you from your hands, where his eyes lay beforehand. “you wanna wrap ‘em sweetheart,” he questioned, “my hands are a bit sore.”

another sound of disappointment (and probably disgust) escaped kev’s mouth from where the boxing ring sat in the gym.

you looked at vinny with wide eyes, confused at first, but intrigued. you nodded quickly, too starstruck with his question to respond with words. you unraveled the tape meticulously from the roll, tearing off the previous, crumpled tape.

you started around the knuckle of his thumb, looping it around and pulling it over his palm, behind his hand, and down his wrist. you finished up by wrapping his upper palm and then weaved through his fingers and back over his palm. you completed the wrapping by reenacting the same process on the other hand. lost in focus in the moment, you didn’t notice vinny’s eyes burning into your concentrated face as you wrapped his hands.

suddenly aware that he was staring at you, you looked up and exchanged looks with his tender gaze. but before you could do anything more, he turned to jog over to the boxing ring in the gym.

it was an important aspect to the day that you and vinny spar before you work out. you laughed thinking about how much of a superstition it was between you and vinny. even though it was a daily occurrence, you repeatedly enjoyed it.

although vinny was burdened by the stress of boxing and injury, he made time for you every single day. as much as he didn’t look like an affectionate, caring person, you had never met someone with the same level of dedication and fondness as your lover.

your eyes glassed over as you scanned the scars trailing down his jaw to his neck. the first thing vinny did when he awoke in the ambulance before he was drugged was call you. you understand he doesn’t remember one second of the call, but what he said still stays with you to this day. the string of apologies running out of his mouth about all the times he wronged you, stuck deep in your head. given the past circumstances, everytime he stepped into the ring worried you a little more.

snapped out of your trance by the exclaiming voice of kev, you met eyes with vinny. he was looking into yours with a certain hint of concern, hiding it poorly as he did so. you tried to reassure him with a small smile that you were okay, but as you ducked your head under the ropes of the ring, vinny was there to rub his hands along the sides of your biceps. “you okay, hun,” he questioned with knitted brows, “if you’re not up for this today it's okay, alright?"

you nodded knowingly and responded saying, “i’m okay vin, let’s do this.”

“atta girl,” he replied, smiling and clapping his hands in preparation and excitement. you set your waterbottle down on the stool next to vinny’s and walked over to your corner. you jumped up a couple times, rolling your neck around as a warm up for the start of sparring. kev ducked back into the closet to get your and vinny’s equipment. you glanced over at vinny, who was already tugging his helmet over his curls. you turned back over to face kev, who was waiting, holding your helmet out to you. even though it was just sparring, you, vinny, and kev all treated it like a real match. it was more exciting to pretend it was real, amping the stakes for either of your next opponents.

in his best referee tone, kev announced, “touch gloves and start fighting.”

vinny tried to interrupt on how the referees actually said it but kev (sick of his bs) quickly interrupted. you tapped gloves with the taller man in front of you and stepped backwards from him. today was supposed to be about crosses, but you and vinny had agreed on jabs too. as much as vinny wanted to throw a counterpunch, he knew you were a massive bleeder in the ring. thinking back, he was reminded of the time your challenger threw a right hook aimed at your cheek. you shuffled fast enough dodge the punch, leaving your skin barely skimmed. anyone might’ve had the tiniest scratch from the light contact, but your face had looked like someone grabbed a kitchen knife and dragged it along your lower cheek. from then on, he tried not to throw punches that could make you bleed excessively. he was still as fair as he could be though, throwing hard punches and putting all his effort into his sparring partner.

as the round started, you started out with feinting vinny, throwing him off with the surprise of your move. with him ducking the other way. you then tried to throw a side hook, but vinny ducked back the other way just in time. you backed up a little, bouncing around and looking for a good time to throw a punch to vinny.

you could’ve sworn you were paying attention to what vinny was planning, until he threw an absolute haymaker your way. you suddenly saw grain enter your vision, with a stinging sensation tingling at your head and your eyes. a quiet gasp came from outside of your thoughts that had just been scrambled.

“oh my god baby,” vinny quickly cried out, pulling on your hands to pull you up. shaking a little from the previous blow, vinny snaked his arm around your lower back, offering support.

“im fine vinny,” you slurred, confused on why you sounded so different. sticking two fingers on your tongue, you looked down with blurred vision to see your fingers coated with blood. you might’ve heard kev say something to vinny while he put your other hand over his shoulder, now completely supporting you.

as vinny brought you to the bathroom and set you on a stool, he began by running cold water and dipping a worn rag into the sink. he dabbed your face where he had cut you and you lightly winced. you spit the remaining blood that pooled on your mouth into the sink, the nickel taste coating your tongue. vinny went back to touching up your wounds, wiping them softly. he ended by putting bandages on each and every single one. while doing so, familiar dialogue left his mouth, reminding you of his tragic day once more. you jumped up from the stool, a little more in touch with reality now, and hugged his back, that was turned towards the sink. he turned around, still in your embrace and slightly confused with your sudden burst of afffection towards him (he wondered if the hit had given you a concussion and screwed up some affection nerve in your brain.)

“i remember every word you said to me that day vinny,” you confessed, beginning to cry into his chest.

he hummed know that he realized why you had that worried look on your face earlier in the gym, putting the pieces together in the puzzle. “me too darling, me too,” he admitted too, ducking his head to press his lips to the top of your head, “i was so scared you thought i was a shitty person, because i was such a dick every time you stepped into the ring. i was scared out of my fucking brains that one day you might step in that ring and it could be your last. i couldn’t die knowing that somewhere inside you, you hated me.”

you heard vinny sniffle and felt his hand move from your back to wipe his tears from his face.

you nodded into his chest and muttered, “vinny i love you so fucking much” you smiled, a bittersweet feeling clouding your emotions. “everytime you step into the ring you don’t realize how i’m feeling the same way, wondering if i might lose you” he looked down at you with teary eyes. “if you would’ve said something earlier i would’ve understood. it hit me so hard when you called me and said what you said. i was so scared that i was going to lose the love of my life.” your voice cracked on the last sentence more than you realized.

vinny retorted an i love you and kissed the top of your head. he curled his finger around your chin, tilting it up and bringing his lips to yours.

“you wanna relax at home,” he questioned, still extremely concerned as he was, “i need to take care of my sweet girl.”

“of course baby,” you answered, happy to see that you and vinny both saw eye to eye with your boxing situation in both hands. you meticulously unwrapped vinny’s hands after he undid yours and rubbed your hands with his soft touch.

finally at ease, knowing that vinny understood your worry for him. you were both ready to forget about everything that burdened you and just spend the rest of the day together, carefree. so, you and vinny walked out of the gym, hand in hand.