🐚 bella. siren. sagittarius. the specific shade of deep ocean blue. asap rocky. frank ocean. travis scott. sadé. vinnie hacker. dick grayson. rafe cameron. toxic white boys w mommy issues. boys in glasses. girls who wear 7′s jeans. 18+ mdni
requests 4 vinnie n dick n rafe cameron n superman r open!!
The Ward's are rich. Loaded even. But you aren't OBX money, you aren't even US money. Your family is generations of wealth pilled together to create you.
The perfect drug addled club rat that unfortunately ended up with Outer Banks University after a short stint in rehab and very late minute application. There to be groomed into your father's position at his company.
That is when you aren't puking at frat houses, crashing boats, or hijacking your father jet to fly your friends out to Monaco to tan on your titular yacht.
Born abroad and then shipped to the nearest IBDP boarding school with the highest average in the area- you are the epitome of a rich international kid.
Luxury vacations, clothes, and extensive Chrome Hearts collection to empress your wannabe DJ ex. You listen to house on the way to your gym session after your driver grabbed you a yogurt bowl for breakfast.
Your version of networking is getting your diplomat friends to smuggle 3-mmc for you and flying up to Le Bernardin and to party in Berlin.
You are exactly what your world made you.
And now you're here.
Where kids think being rich means owning a nice boat or one large house- god you're out of place.
Well... until you meet Rafe.
Richer than most, poorer than you.
But he has coke and a thirst to prove himself and you? Well you need to ruin one American boys life before you leave.
a/n: i am so excited about this reader omg!! ik a lot of it seems very stereotypical however as an international rich kid with a drug problem who now lives in LA... i have sources to back up my claims!
WARNINGS: fem!reader + fem nicknames, finger sucking, ab riding, clark is worlds number 1 boyfie!!
You were far too tipsy for Clark's liking. Your boyfriend had to pry you away from your friends after a very stupid night of bad decisions involving alcohol.
Your hair was a fucked out mess and your clothes were sticking to your skin as Clark set you down on your shared sofa and immediately starting doting on you.
He was zipping around giving you water, checking if you needed to throw up, the whole works because he genuinely was worried.
You however were many things but worried.
The most prominent emotion flowing through you? Need.
Need for your stupidly large boyfriend and his arms and his body and all his muscles that you wanted to sink your teeth down on to cover with marks.
"Clark?"
You drawl out, your voice all saccharine and sweet as you give him those eyes, nibbling on your bottom like like you were stalking your prey.
"What is it pretty girl? Do you need something to eat?"
He mumbles out and nearly zips by you but you stop him, grabbing his wrist and looking up at him like an injured puppy as you rise to your wobbly feet and peer up at Clark.
"No... I need you Clark... please?"
Your words are a soft whine and he couldn't even deny you even if he wanted to.
You walk Clark backwards until he's lying flat on the couch as you straddle his lap and you push his shirt up, exposing more of his abs as you speak.
"Just lemme try something mkay?"
He's trying to regulate his breathing as his hands grab onto your waist, ever so slowly rocking you back and forth as he babbles words about "are you sure?" but they go in one ear and out the other for you.
You stand up, stripping off your slicked panties and bottoms and kicking them off before you straddle his abs, hands splayed out on his pecs and you can feel his heart rate pick up.
"Baby what are you-"
His words are cut off as your hips start to roll, the sounds of skin and slick echoing in your shared apartment and Clark looks up at you.
In his eyes you look like a goddess. Your hair your halo and your body the shrine for him to worship.
"Mhm baby take what you need"
His voice is gravely and spent as he helps you, rolling your clit along the hard ridges and planes of his perfectly carved abs as your pussy glides across his skin, covering his skin with your slick.
"Clark oh god!"
You squeal out as Clark's hand rises up to your face as he caresses your cheek before his fingers ghost your lips and then his pointer and middle finger slip inside your mouth as he watches you.
Obediently, you suck on his digits whilst chasing your high.
Your legs are shaking at this point and your body is tiring out as your coat him with pre and he just adores the sight from under your perfect body.
"Oh shit oh shit oh shit!"
You gag around his fingers, the tips hitting the back of your throat as your clit nudges against his abs and you see hot white clouding your vision and you crescendo to your peak.
Your body collapses on top of Clark and if you weren't cum drunk you probably would have asked him to wipe himself down but you don't care as your head falls under his chin and his hands trace shapes along your spine.
"Good girl. Now let me get you to bed."
☆ synopsis. vinnie fucks you dumb at coachella after carrying you on his shoulders all hot and sweaty.
☆ warning(s). smut | semi-public sex (?) | exhibitionism | rough sex | fingering | dirty talk | spanking | overstimulation | vinnie is obsessed and possessive in the hottest way ever | reader isn't wearing any panties | daddy kink.
☆ kari notes. like missy elliott once said "get ur freak on" <3 ummm i will say writing for him took me back to '23 and it made me SOOOO emotional ???? (ur probably wondering how tf do u get emotional writing smut ….. i don't know.) s/o to all my vinnie girlies !!! this one is dedicated to u 🤍 + divider creds to me.
you don't even realize how good you've got it until vinnie's crouching down in front of you with that stupid half-smirk and his hands extended like he's about to carry you across a threshold.
"c'mon, baby," he says, eyes flicking up to meet yours through strands of messy, sun-drenched curly hair. his skin's glowing, flushed from the heat and a few drinks, chain around his neck glinting under the setting sun. "get on."
you blink at him, confused for half a second before you realize what he means. "on your shoulders?"
"unless you wanna keep jumping like a chihuahua trying to see over people's heads."
you roll your eyes but grin, because he's right. the crowd's thick, the music's good, and you've been struggling to see the stage for the last ten minutes. and vinnie? well, he's tall and broad and annoyingly strong, so you don't hesitate. you climb onto his shoulders, hands bracing on his head as you settle in, your thighs around him, your short little dress riding up dangerously high — not that either of you mind.
his hands grip your legs, steadying you, and he lets out a low whistle.
"jesus. you're not wearing anything under this?"
you lean down just enough to murmur into his ear, "not a thing under here."
he groans, head tipping back just slightly, and his hands squeeze your thighs. "you're gonna fuckin' kill me, baby."
but he doesn't ask you to get down. doesn't tell you to fix your dress. he just stands there, solid and proud, letting you dance on his shoulders as the bass shakes the desert air. his hands linger on your legs, warm and possessive, fingers brushing higher than they should in public. you don't say anything about it. you just smile and keep moving to the music, knowing full well he's getting the best view of the night.
later, when the sun's down and the sky's dripping in neon, you find a quiet rest tent tucked a little off to the side. it’s not really private — nothing at coachella is — but it's quieter, away from the crowd, dimly lit with soft cushions and low couches, the kind of place people come to cool down or make out for a few minutes in between sets.
you barely make it through the flap before vinnie's got you pressed up against one of the tent poles, his mouth on your neck, his hands already sliding under your dress like he's been waiting all day.
"you have no idea what you did to me out there," he mutters, biting at your jaw, his voice already rough. "you think i didn't feel that little pussy against the back of my neck every fuckin' time you moved?"
you gasp when his fingers slide between your thighs, two knuckles deep in your heat before you can even catch your breath.
"vinnie—fuck—someone could see—"
"and i don't give a fuck," he groans, curling his fingers just right. "you're mine. let 'em see for all i care."
you whimper, legs shaking, and he pulls back just enough to drag you toward the couch in the corner — low and wide, with a ridiculous little armrest that's not meant to be used like this. he bends you over it, your chest pressed to the cushion, ass up, dress bunched around your hips like a fucking ribbon.
he groans when he sees you. "fuck. look at you. look at this beautiful ass. all for me."
his hands palm the curves of your ass, thumbs digging in, fingers spreading you open. he's not shy about it — not with you. not after everything you've done to him today.
you hear the sound of his belt, the low clink of metal, and then he's behind you, cock dragging through your folds, teasing your entrance.
"so wet already," he murmurs, lining up. "you been thinkin' about this all night?"
you nod, but that's not enough for him. he grips your hair, pulls you up just enough to make you moan, his voice like gravel in your ear.
"say it, princess."
"yes, daddy," you breathe, eyes fluttering shut. "been thinking about you fucking me since the second you picked me up."
he growls and drives into you in one hard thrust, your mouth falling open in a silent cry. the stretch burns in the best way, your fingers gripping the cushion as he sets a rhythm — rough and deep, his hips slapping against your ass with every thrust.
you try to hold back your noises, try to keep quiet, but it’s impossible. the music is still thumping outside, but here, inside the tent, it's muffled — and that only makes everything feel louder. the wet sound of him fucking into you, his low groans, your soft cries.
"gotta be quiet, baby," he pants, one hand covering your mouth while the other keeps your hips in place. "don't want 'em hearin' how good i'm fuckin' you, huh?"
you whimper against his palm, eyes rolling back, the pressure building fast. he leans down, mouth hot against your ear.
"you love this shit. don't even care who hears. fuckin’ filthy girl."
you nod, a mess under him, your orgasm cresting with every thrust. he feels it — the way your walls flutter, the way your body starts to tremble — and he doesn't let up.
"that's it, mama. cum for me. cum on my cock like the good girl you are."
you choke on the moan that rips out of you, muffled by his hand, your body convulsing as you come hard, legs shaking, nails digging into the cushion. he fucks you through it, not stopping, chasing his own release now.
"goddamn," he groans, pulling out just in time, stroking himself once, twice, before he spills across your lower back, thick ropes of cum painting your skin.
you're both breathing hard, the air thick with sweat and sex and the distant thrum of music. you collapse forward onto the couch, dress still hiked up, thighs trembling.
vinnie leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your spine.
"coachella, baby," he murmurs with a grin.
and you laugh, breathless, because yeah — it's definitely one for the books.
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…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
"Doing so fucking good" He mutters as he shoves your face into the pillows as he angles himself for your pretty cunt to take all of him.
"Mhm dick more" You babble, your mind too stupid to form coherent thoughts.
"Yeah princess? Want more?" He punctuates his words with a harder thrust, "Mhm fuckin take it"
His giant biceps wrap around your neck, putting you in a chokehold. He squeezes his arms, cutting of airflow.
The sounds of your skin slapping together and your moans echo around the apartment.
"Please dickie feels too good" You cry out, your words going straight to his dick.
He chuckles on top of you, "Thats not my name pretty girl"
Usually you would mutter out a 'Sir' or 'Daddy' maybe a 'Nightwing' to get him to ruin you. However your mind is mush, he feels to good, and he damn well looks like a god.
"My god" You whine, not actually meaning to call him that.
His hips slow for a second as he processes what you just said before railing into you, thrashing the headboard, "Yeah your fucking God huh?"
His voice is mean, his pace meaner.
You never thought he could feel this damn good. You let out an animalistic cry, urging him pull his arms away from your neck, instead to strike down on your ass.
"C'mon baby, you gonna deny your god huh?" He teases, his words ironic as the black hair sticking to his hair and wild smirk on his lips makes him look devilish.
Not that you can see it.
"No no oh God!" You whine, your toes curling up as his hands come to grip your hips, nails digging into your pretty skin.
"Yeah scream my fucking name, come 'round me, be a good little devotee" He groans at feeling of you clenching around his cock.
Your fists clench into the bedsheet, your eyes water up as you come head first with your high.
Your body shudders, eyes rolling back as your body comes back down to earth.
But before you can acclimate, his pace quickens again, thrusting into you.
"No I can't-" But your voice is cut off with his voice.
"You can and you fucking will... isn't that right my little disciple" He groans into your neck, holding your wrists as he drapes himself over your body.
In your weak state you mumble out a weak, "Yes"
"That's my good girl," He whispers, "Fucking worship me."
Good heavens, "ALL THE THINGS" was simply divine! I reread it, luxuriating in the utter bewilderment and romantic angst. The sheer suspense! It's utterly unsustainable, of course – that poor girl, throwing herself at the mercy of Vinnie. While I sympathize deeply with her plight, a part of me is incandescent with rage for the poor woman he's cheating on. The nerve! Thank you, darling, for this exquisitely painful masterpiece <3
ahh tysm and they way u write is so addicting omg!!
No matter what, seeing him all over again feels like the inch has given you, spans the entire seas.
OLD BSF!VINNIE X FEM!READER
WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, some angst, some fluff, unprotected sex, alcohol ment, making out praise kink, degradation kink, cheating, possessiveness, angry sex, slapping, face pushing, begging, choking, mean vinnie!!
word count: 2.5k <3
a/n: lil apology for the disappearance mls :(
Ever since that fateful day, I haven’t spoken a word to Vinnie.
It’s not like we were best friends, chatting everyday- at least not best friends in LA. But having sex whilst he had a girlfriend proved too much for me.
I ignored every text, every call, every attempt to get in contact despite what I really wanted. However I knew that any form of interaction between us would end up the same way our last one ended.
And I was very right.
It had been 2 months, it was all going good. I was starting to forget the feeling of his lips on me. Starting to forget the way he made me laugh, held my body close whispering sweet nothings.
I started spending more time at the gym, and spent more time with my friends. Went out clubbing, shopping, anything that would help me forget.
But in the back of my mind, only one thing actually made me crumble in the middle of the night, only one thing I thought of when I fell asleep, the one thing I craved.
He had given me an inch and I imagined it to be a mile- the same mistake I kept on making.
So when I heard that Vinnie was throwing his birthday and I had received the coveted invitation- I imagined it to be the world.
Vinnie’s birthday was always something I looked forward to back home. Maria’s cooking, Nate on the grill, and Reggie playing silly board games with Vinnie and I.
***
“YOU FUCKING CHEATER” I yelled, jostling Poncho in my lap.
“Oh c’mon it’s not my fault you suck at Uno” Vinnie laughs moving to pet Poncho.
“Absolutely not! I had Uno, I was about to win!” I grumble, my head falling onto the coffee table table.
Reggie’s hand rubs my back, “Hey we all know Vinnie cheats don’t worry,” He teases sticking his tongue out at his big brother.
The two boys start bickering, laughing, and yelling curses as I cradle Poncho, “Shh baby ignore em their just two stinky men” I whisper
Their words quickly turn into playful rough housing until Maria breaks them up bringing out Vinnie’s cake.
His face is illuminated by the soft glow of the candles, as the cake is set in front of him. His big signature toothy grin covers his entire face as he watches us start to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to him.
One of his hands wraps around my waist and my world just stops- at least for a moment before I’m jostled by him blowing out the candles in one big huff.
“What did you wish for Vin?” Nate asks, smiling at his newly adult son
His face turns to look at me giving me a smile before turning back to his dad, “Can’t say unless I don’t want it to come true.”
My world just died right there before starting all over again.
That was a day before he left for LA.
***
I had spent the night getting ready with my friends. I was adorned in pretty jewelry complimenting my hair. I was wearing a pretty white tie-in-the-front white cropped top with long sleeves and a low-rise white mini skirt. I had matching waist chains with some strappy white heels.
Vinnie’s favourite perfume of mine sprayed on my skin in an involuntary action as I packed up my little purse with some needed essentials and some non-essentials.
I stared in the mirror, Was I really doing this?
“Babes Tyler is here!” My friend Kylie shoots in my direction.
Tyler- the only reason my friends thought I should go to this party was if I brought a guy, so Tyler had to do.
I guess I am.
My friends and I walk out to Tyler’s car, not before a shot for pure confidence, and slip into the passenger seat driving down the same way I went two months ago.
We arrive at the house around 10:30, right around when most people are trickling in. I fix my dress as we walk through the door and all of a sudden the wave of anxiousness washes over me and I want to run.
I don’t however run away, despite how much I want to, I still hold it together.
Kylie pulls me aside to check up on me and hands me a drink, telling me to ‘get some!’ Despite the fact that we both have very different people in mind.
Jordan, one of Vinnie’s friends walks up to me engaging in mindless conversation that's so clearly an attempt to find out who Tyler is or if “I’m seeing anyone.”
Despite that fact we have a pleasant conversation whilst I feel a pair of very familiar eyes burning into the back of my skull as I hug Jordan goodbye as people get ready for midnight.
Two blonde dudes come in holding a large sheet cake with 22 candles placed ever so gently on top.
Vinnie’s hand is wrapped around Allison who stares at him as if he’s the sun and the stars and his eyes stay on me, causing me to sweat. He grins as the cake is placed in front of him, straightening out his stupid little suit as everyone begins to sing.
As the song finishes everyone bursts into cheers as he blows out his candle as Allison grips onto him, his eyes leave the cake finding his girlfriend’s as she asks, “What did you wish for baby?”
He smiles, not saying a word as he looks back at me, “It’s a secret.”
That’s too much for me.
I maneuver around the drunk crowd, sprinting up the nearest stairs and into the first room, walking out onto the balcony and sitting down on the ground.
My world feels like it's out of orbit, everything just stopped. My head tips back on the glass balcony as I try to recollect my thoughts.
Stray tears fall onto my face, if he can do it for her, why couldn’t he have done it for me, is the only thought that swirls in my mind.
“Hey are you okay?” No no no.
I shut my eyes praying he’ll just go away, but he doesn’t, he never could. He sits down next to me, his body heat slipping on to me.
His hand rests on my shoulder, “Open your eyes” Vinnie’s voice whispers and like a marionette, I obliged.
My bloodshot teary eyes meet his as I turn my head as I move to wipe away my tears.
“Yes?” My voice breaks.
“Why are you crying?” He whispers, his gaze soft and his words even softer.
“Don’t do this, Vinnie.” I whisper, desperation evident in my voice.
“What pretty girl?”
And I cry all over again. I take in staggered breaths as his arms wrap around me. His hands soothe my skin as I crumble into his dumb suit.
I melt into his touch. I want to die like this, in his arms.
“I can’t do this, I don’t know why I came” I whisper as tears fall on my face and into his shirt.
“It’s my birthday… didn’t you want to be here?” He asks, his voice breaking a little as he pulls my face away, lifting up my chin to look at him.
His gaze drops to my lips for a moment as I snap out of it, immediately rising to my feet stepping into the room.
“No no we can’t do this” I whisper-yell at him, my hands crossed over my chest
“We’re not doing anything?” He looks bewildered, his eyebrows knit together
“We can’t be friends.. I-I can’t be here alone with you, your girlfriends downstairs!” My voice rises a little
His expression is the picturesque definition of pain, “Why not?”
“Because I spent years loving you and you threw it all away!” I yell my hand pointing at him
“I didn’t throw it away!” He raises his voice, stepping closer to me
“Oh yes you fucking did, and I was doing so good! I was forgetting about you!” I cry out, I step closer to him.
“I don’t want you to forget about me” His voice is expressionless, as he steps closer as we’re practically chest to chest
“I want to! You have a girlfriend” I slam my fist on his chest as his grabs my wrist
“Jesus were you always this fucking bossy when we were kids?” His eyes narrow, eyeing me
I roll my eyes and scoff, “Fuck. You.”
He has the audacity to laugh, “You can try and forget me, get with that idiot you got here with- But never, tell me I threw us away, I loved you! I love you.”
His voice softens ever so slightly, “I will never not love you, tell me to break up with Allison, I will, tell me to kick everyone out right now, I will. Whatever you want, tell me. I’m yours”
“I hate you. Leave.” I huff
He shakes his head, “Anything but that.”
“Leave me like you left me 3 years ago and 2 months ago” I whisper
“No.” His voice is harsh and commanding
“Vinnie…”
“No.” His grasp on my hand doesn't falter and in fact his other hand grasps my other wrist.
My eyes narrow, please whatever scraps of self respect I have please kick in.
His pushes me back against the wall, my hands pinned either side of me as he places a kiss on the birthmark on my neck, “I’m never leaving you”
I shut my eyes, tipping my head back, please kick in, I beg.
“Open your eyes.” His voice rough and ragged
My eyes flutter open, meeting his blown out brown eyes.
Oh no.
His lips meet mine in a desperate kiss, his hand moves to grasp my waist as mine tangles in his hair.
“We can’t” I whisper despite still kissing him back
“Just shut the fuck up” He groans as he bites down on my bottom lip
“You’re my worst addiction” He mumbles moving to kiss my neck
I whine, nails digging into his curly brown locks, “I hate you”
“I know my love” I murmurs against my skin, kissing every spot of my neck he can find before dipping down to my tits.
“Vinnie-”
“Yes.” His voice cuts mine off, his head tipping up, looking up at my eyes.
I shut my eyes, “Need you”
“What? Where? Tell me” He begs
“Need you to fuck me, rough” I whisper
He stops his kisses, moving to cup my face, “Whatever you want doll”.
He meets my lips in a rough kiss guiding me to the edge of the bed, pushing me down to sit.
“God you're so pretty, it makes me wanna ruin you sometimes” He whispers out, his voice rough as he moves a strand of my hair away from my face as he looks down at me.
He moves me further up the bed as he leans over me, pulling the buttons of his waist coat down but as he’s mid way he gets frustrated he just rips it off along with his shirt as he kisses me again.
His lips move in tandem with mine as he pulls the knot of my shirt, causing it to fall down.
“Mine” He whispers into the kiss, “Say it princess”
“Yours” I whine as he shuffles my skirt and panties off and unclasped my bra
“My perfect girl” He mumbles as he flips me over, smushing my face into the pillows
I can hear his belt clinking open and he shuffles out of his constricting dress pants and boxers
“S gonna hurt darling girl, just be good for me” He whispers as he kisses my spine as he slowly stretches me out
His hand pushes my head down into the pillow as his other hand rubs circles on my clit.
My toes curl up and my eyes roll back as he starts to slowly rut into me, “There she fucking is”
His grunts echo in the room as my muffled moans coat the pillow, “Cmon, you can take it won't you? You're just so good for me.”
His words tease me as he speeds up his pace, he pushes down my head to thrust deeper into me as his muscles flex around me.
“So fucking tight, s’ like you were made for me” He grits as he pulls my hair up as a ragged moan leaves my mouth
“Such a whore, so good for me aren’t ya?” He chuckles
I whine nodding my head as my mind is too cloudy to form words.
He slaps my ass illciting another pitchy moan from me, “Asked you a fucking question”
“Mhm all for you” I mumble biting down on my lip
“God you don’t even know what you fucking do to me darling” He groans as his hand speeds up around my clit
“M close, Vin m close” I ramble like an idiot shutting my eyes
He slaps my ass again causing me to yell, “Beg for it gorgeous girl”
“Please Vinnie” I crumble whining
He laughs at my sad attempt, “My good girl can do better than that can’t she?”
“Please please I need it so bad, need you so bad” I mewl under him
His pace speeds up, “Yeah? Take it baby”
I cum with a loud moan as my eyes screw shut. I can feel Vinnie kiss along my spine, caressing the sides of my body.
He flips me over so I’m looking at him, his flexed biceps on either side of my face and his dumb chain dangling over my face.
He sinks in again as I whimper, “Can’t Vin”
“Yes you can, you're so good, aren’t you?” His voice teases
I succumb to his words mindlessly nodding my head.
“That's right, you can take it and you fucking will.” He punctuates with a sharper thrust
The headboard slams against the wall against Vinnie’s impossible strength rutts into me.
One of my hands wraps around his bicep and the other holds onto his wrist as I pull it on to my neck.
His eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.
“Please?” I whisper
He chuckles as he squeezes around my neck using the grip to pound deeper into me as my eyes roll back as my cunt clenched around him.
“M’ gonna cum, can’t hold out, you just feel too fucking good” He whispers
I whine at that cumming around him without warning as I clench around him he finishes inside me.
We take a second to catch our breaths just lying there for a second.
He pulls out maneuvering us on the bed as he kisses my neck, “Not too much my love?”
“Never” I hum
He nuzzles into my neck as my back meets his chest, “Want me to break up with Allison?”
I take a second to process his question.
“Yes… but I don’t want to date you right now” I whisper
“I'll stay alone forever if it’ll make you happy princess” He hums
“Good” I giggle
“God should've known you were heartache from the moment I met you” He chuckles as he falls asleep in the crook of my neck.
An inch? A mile? As long as it's Vinnie, for you its enough.
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