Summary: Maybe the birthday boy should’ve finished what he started?
Warning/s: Angst, NSFW?, Language, Theme
Word Count: ~2.2k words
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It’s finally Vinnie’s special day! You were currently getting ready to go to his No Vacancy party down in Los Angeles when you saw him exiting his bathroom with only a towel draped around his waist. You eyed how his tattooed skin flexed because of his muscles, how prominent the dips on his stomach were, not to mention the newly adorned tattoo just at the bottom part of his right rib. You continued to glam at his computer desk with your makeshift setup, not wanting to sweat yourself in the bathroom while he was showering because the man loves hot showers. Plus, let’s just say you’d be tempted, and give in to said temptation, when you’re in there with him naked with just glass separating the two of you.
There was already a growing feeling in your stomach by how picturesque your boyfriend looked and you just wish for him to stop right now and get dressed because you both will never make it to the party his manager oh so graciously planned. You know Nick would kill him, well both of you, if the actual birthday boy wasn’t at his party.
“I can feel you staring, y’know,” Vinnie said with just a hint of satisfaction in his voice.
“Shut up. No, I’m not,” you said as you blushed your cheeks. Hopefully, this’ll cover up your actual redness?
“Hmmm, okay. Whatever you say, doll.” God, he just knows how to get you going. Nicknames like this will be the death of you.
“Quit teasing or else we won’t make it to your party,” you demanded but he was just a menace. He took slow strides towards you and you stopped your movements to look up at him.
“Maybe that’s what I wanna do right now, I don’t know, Y/n/n.” His fingers ghosted over your shoulder as chills crept up your spine. “I know you wanna get fucked against this table, baby.” He continued as he cupped your boobs through your baby tee. Your legs subconsciously parting, which wasn’t really a feat since you were wearing a micro miniskirt. He peppered sweet but sensual kisses to your neck as you tilted a bit to give him more room, his hand now squeezing it with his thumb swiping up and down. His other hand snaked its way down to your legs to part them even more as he inched his fingers closer to your core, his cold fingers a nice contrast to your heated middle.
“Vinnie…” you trailed off, eyes closing in the subtle pleasure. Even tiny actions like this send you off the rails and it’s taking too much of you to not give in.
“Just say the word, Y/n. They can always throw another party,” he cooed, voice dark and lustrous against your ear that you can feel the vibration from his lips.
He hitched your leg up so now your foot is resting on the edge of his table. You were completely sprawled out while Vinnie was still in his towel, his aching member begging to be freed and relieved. It was all completely up to you, even his continuous caressing of your ignited body. His large hand ghosted over your underwear and he felt how damp you were, already spoiling your panties. “So beautiful…” he trailed off.
“Fuck,” you said as you sucked in a breath, eyes closed to focus on the feeling. You let him continue with his actions as he now palmed your core, his middle finger just right on your slit. It didn’t help how you were wearing lingerie for later, which was when you actually intended to make love to him. But of course, he had other plans. His other hand squeezed your boob as you slightly recoiled and closed your legs all the while his hand still palming you down there.
“Fuck Vinnie, stop. We can’t,” you said in clarity as you gripped his forearm with all your strength, which wasn’t much because you were so weak from this forbidden pleasure. You shot straight up and opened your eyes, adjusting to the current situation, and made your way to the dresser to get new underwear but Vinnie stopped you.
“Nuh uh, princess. Keep wearing the one you have on now,” Vinnie said, looking at you up and down as if to torture you with your denial of him. Whatever. You rolled your eyes and scoffed as you put on your shoes and grabbed your bag, you won’t let this ruin the night. Plus, you were gonna get some later anyways someway somehow, it’s the boy’s birthday for goodness sake.
“Okay daddy,” you chirped and Vinnie slightly tensed. Two can play this game.
The ride was joyous given that Jett, Eamon, and Jack were all with you in Jack’s borrowed Range Rover because his Bronco broke, occasionally and randomly singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to annoy Vinnie. He had his hand in between your thighs the whole time, his pinky finger sometimes teasing you just because he can. But when you wanted to take matters into your own hands by guiding him to your core, he suddenly became a prude and muttered, “Not here, Y/n.” to stop you when he’s the one at fault in the first place. What an asshole.
“I fucking hate you, Vincent,” you said as you rolled your eyes in annoyance. You really tried to be in high spirits tonight but with this constant teasing and denial, you were definitely bound to break. Vinnie ignored your statement and just decided to leave you be, not wanting to cause a scene and potentially ruin the night when it barely just began.
Alas, you were finally at the club, and Nick, Rafy, and the rest of the team managed to pull off yet another party for your boyfriend. After an hour into arriving at the scene, the crowd sang for Vinnie, and well wishes and gifts were received by the very smiley boy beside you. Like always, the two of you were pushed back to the side to avoid the middle space full of drunk, underaged, and sweaty fellow influencers. Your back was on Vinnie’s chest while your ass was perfectly in place on his crotch area, his hands lingering now and then on your thighs and hips, keeping you close, too close, to him as if he’s afraid people will come and steal him away from you.
“You having fun, babe?” You asked, turning over your shoulder to meet his eyes as he sipped on his beer. The place was so dark and intimate that it would take someone to stare at you both to see you.
“Yeah but I wanna go home though…” he trailed off. Yes, it’s a normal thing for the both of you to want to ditch everybody just so you could lounge in sweats and pizza.
“Just a little longer, yeah?” You smiled as you kissed his cheek making him grin and chastely kiss you on the lips. Even these little kisses were enough to spark that unfinished satisfaction within you and you bucked your hips back to cause some friction but Vinnie’s hands stopped you from going further.
“No.” Vinnie sternly said. “If you’re a good girl then you’ll wait, right baby?” He continued as he placed a kiss right behind your ear.
“Yes.” You hesitated to call him what he wants to be called since you’re in public.
“Yes, what?” Vinnie pressed on further.
“Yes, daddy.”
“Atta girl.” He relished in the fact that he has this hold on you.
“C’mon let’s dance,” he said as he pulled you to the dance floor. Now I think this is the appropriate time to grind against your boyfriend and it would be acceptable because it’s in a dance setting, right? Well, that’s exactly what you did. This is how you’re getting revenge. You swayed your hips on his middle when you had the chance as you danced to the music, letting all the frustrations out of your body. You brushed up to his hard member now and then, oh you’re so glad you’re dancing with, well against, the golden boy, the man of the hour.
“Easy, Y/n.” You heard him well enough even if it was just a whisper. You giggled and did quite the opposite as you enjoyed the fact that he can’t exactly control you here. A couple more hours of dancing, him DJing at the booth, pouring down shots with friends, and going crazy as ‘Gimme Gimme Gimme’ by ABBA and a few Britney songs played, you were spent. Luckily, the crowd was dying down and Vinnie wanted to leave as well.
You could barely walk out of the club so Vinnie opted to carry you instead. Unfortunately, this guy Vinnie met while playing Apex wanted to hitch a ride so he had to put you on his lap because it was already packed in the car. You were a giggling mess and had no grip on reality at the moment, it was embarrassing but it was understandable because you were wasted. To think you had more fun than the birthday boy…
“Vinnie, touch me please…” you whined and giggled. Vinnie’s whole body froze because you did not just say that in a tight space full of boys. “I’ve been good, right?”
“Please, Y/n, not here,” Vinnie begged. His face was beet red as he tried to contain you. You were sideways sitting on him but you threw your left leg over him so you were straddling the poor guy.
“I’ve been so good, daddy.” You tempted him. The air in the car was thick as the boys tried to look away to save both of your faces and to give you privacy (even if there was barely anything).
“No. We’re in public, baby.” He opposed again but you were restless. You started grinding your hips against him as your skirt rode up to your hips, Vinnie scrambling to put it down so they won’t see your underwear.
“Please, Vinnie. You didn’t let me cum earlier, I’m so horny.” A few stray tears escaped your eyes as the alcohol started to affect your emotions. You trailed kisses down his neck and felt up his toned chest.
“I’m still so wet…” shivers went up everybody’s spine when you said that and Vinnie sucked in a breath while one of the guys muttered “Jesus Christ” out of disbelief. Rightfully so because they never saw you act this needy, you were always Vinnie’s shy and good girlfriend.
Your boyfriend shot whoever that was a glare and begged the heavens, the universe, for the car ride to be over but you’re just barely getting out of LA. “I waited, I’ve been a good girl.”
“Please wait a little longer, baby.” Desperation was growing on Vinnie as he tried to stop whatever this borderline tantrum you’re throwing in front of everybody.
“Stop it, you’re humiliating yourself.” Vinnie sternly said with a shake to your body as if to snap you out of this state you’re in. His patience wearing thin.
“I don’t care, Vinnie. I want you so bad…” you whined as you continued your actions. He doesn’t know what to do with you right now and honestly, he just wishes for the earth to swallow him whole.
“Baby, please, we’re in a car with our friends.” He tried to reason out with your drunk ass but it wasn’t working. “Jett, drive faster for fuck’s sake.” He snapped.
“Let them watch, I bet they’d like that.” You slurred your words and a gasp left Vinnie’s mouth. He was shocked that you said that because he didn’t expect it at all, what happened to his good girl?
“No. And this is the last time I’m gonna say no. Stop it, I’m serious, Y/n.” He shifted your body around so you’re facing in front, careful to hide his hard-on. Because to be honest, he found it so sexy how much of a minx you’re acting right now.
“Fine, I’ll do it myself!” You huffed and spread your legs apart, well attempted to. This whole mess was his fault, if only he didn’t tease you or maybe it was alright that he did, he just didn’t finish what he started. What an asshole.
“Oh don’t you fucking dare.” He forcefully closed your legs and put a hand over your mouth to keep you from talking.
By some miracle, you were finally greeted by the big gates of the Hype House and Vinnie was so relieved. “Oh thank fucking God.” He said as the car stopped and he rushed to get the both of you out of there, throwing you over his shoulder.
You were giggling and shouting “yay” when your cloudy eyesight saw the familiar staircase and you knew you were finally getting what you wanted. There are a lot of scenarios that can happen tonight; the first is him edging you, the second is him fucking you to oblivion, and the third is him completely denying you. And of course, you wished for the first two.
He threw you over his shoulder down to the bed as you looked up at him, seeing him lock the door. You spread your legs apart (for the nth time tonight) and began to tease yourself through your underwear. Vinnie saw what you were doing and swatted your hand away, removing you of your skimpy clothes. “No, princess. We’re gonna do things my way.” He chillingly said as he reached for the box containing your very few toys and got the handcuffs. You knew you were locked in for the whole night.
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Author’s Note: Hello! I’m back hehe and I wanna get into writing again so here’s a half-baked but overly-checked angsty fanfic for u guys. Honestly dk if i did good so spare me HAHAHA will add the smut tag bc thats been rotting for so long i think?
Summary: She wanted to play with it soft and you can guess what happened next…
Warning/s: Smut, NSFW, language
Word Count: ~2.1k words
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You’ve been laying on Vinnie’s bed the whole afternoon waiting for him to get home from whatever car fiasco he had going on with Jett. They’ve been there since the morning and you even woke up with your boyfriend not beside you. You love Vinnie, sure, but sometimes he gets so fixated on his projects that he forgets all about you.
You opened Tiktok and scrolled through endless videos on your For You Page when one caught your eye. It was a girl playing with her boyfriend’s soft dick. Now, it’s entertaining because you found out through the comments that most guys don't let their partners see it while…flaccid. Some even said that he must’ve liked her to let her do that. So you decided to put it to the test.
To: Vinnie 🤍
Come home Vin
Mwah
From: Vinnie 🤍
Im already here lol
And after a few seconds, the door swung open as Vinnie came into view. “One moment, my love.” He put his finger out as a sign for you to wait as you watched him remove his clothes, only leaving him in his boxers. He turned and leaped on you resulting in him flopping on the bed. You laughed at your goofy boyfriend and opened your arms, making grabby hands.
He melted in your embrace as you kissed his temple and he buried his face to your chest. “I missed my baby.” You said as you kissed the top of his head.
“Mhm…me too.” He nonchalantly said as he straightened himself up so now he’s slightly leaning on the headboard as you’re now clinging onto him with your head on his neck and legs wrapped around him.
The both of you just sat there in comfortable silence, content in each other’s presence. You guys lived for this because you love the quality time you spend with each other and this is the ultimate one because it doesn’t take a lot of effort but the affection is still evident. You sat up a bit and leaned onto your elbow as you put back Vinnie’s arm that was around you, his tattooed arm is now on his side. You started to trace the ink with your index finger, trying to mimic the needle. You were so mindful of it that you didn’t notice Vinnie intently staring at you. He was fascinated at how you still get drawn to it even after all this time, after all your tracing.
You finally looked up at him and you were met with his loving eyes. “Noooo…I’m shy now.” You whined as you buried your face on his neck. He just laughed and pulled your face out so now your head is on his chest. You began to trace the tattoos on his chest as you came upon your favorite, the ‘Break My Heart’ one.
“I love this.” You said as you pointed at it.
“I know, baby girl.” He smiled at you as he rubbed circles on your back. Now, you’re tracing the dips and bumps on his stomach, his muscles tensing and relaxing to your touch.
You rubbed his stomach a few times and then lowered it down to the inside of his boxers, palming him. He jumped up a bit and you shot him a glare. “Just relax, Vin. I’ll stop if you get hard.” You sternly warned him. He just gulped and nodded, relaxing under your warm touch.
“Uhm…the door is open. Jett might…Uhm-he might barge in.” You removed your hand as you faked being mad.
“Why the fuck are you thinking of Jett right now?” You were fighting back a laugh as you remained eye contact.
“What? No! I’m just saying, babe. You know how he doesn’t knock.” He panicked and you just rolled your eyes. It’s true and by now he should know how to due to the many times he’s walked in on you both. Sometimes you think he does it intentionally. Like a kink or something.
“Can I please just play with it soft?” You gave him puppy dog eyes and he nodded in defeat. You brought your hand back down as you pulled his dick out, your legs still draped over him but now the side of your knees are laying on his thigh. You slightly pushed his boxers down and began to flail his soft cock. You gently held it in your hands as your thumb felt the skin around it, you swiped your index finger on his slit as he hissed and you shot him a look. This is totally different compared to the state you always see it in: throbbing, angry-looking, and rigid.
“Why are you doing this, Y/n? You know it’s hard not to get hard when I’m around you.” His whole body tensed as you gently swung it around while giggling. It’s…adorable to say the least because it’s so weak, vulnerable even.
“Then why aren’t you hard now?” Well, you got him there.
“Y/n…I hate you.” Vinnie sighed as he put both his hands on his face in frustration. You know he didn’t mean it though, he was just very on edge right now.
“If you’re a good boy, I might just give you a prize.” You smirked. This is all too entertaining for you; the torture you’re causing your poor, now submissive, boyfriend. You devilishly continued to inspect his member then snaked your way down to his huge balls, cupping it. You didn’t want to admit it but you do want to give him head or just a simple handjob, he’s really not that hard to please.
He flinched when you pulled it up a bit. “Do that again and see what happens.” You warn him. He’s never let you be dominant before and you loved how you blindsided him with all of this.
You looked up at him and saw how his cheeks are red and his chest rising up and down to keep himself sane, you swore you felt his heart beating rapidly when you were laying on him just seconds ago.
“See, Vinnie? That wasn’t so bad.” You fake pouted as he looked at you and nodded. “And now I think my baby boy deserves his prize…” You trailed as you started to tug on his dick. You felt how it slowly hardened under your touch, almost turning you on. His thick veins started to protrude and his mushroomed tip started to turn red and leak precum. You quickly swiped your finger across it as you licked it off, tasting his saltiness while holding extreme eye contact.
You spit on your hand as lube and continued to rub up and down sometimes even in circles, feeling the ridges and veins adorning his pretty cock. You both grew breathless, him from the immense pleasure and you because you loved to see him feel good.
“Feels good, my love?” You asked as he just hummed in response. Vinnie’s eyes were closed shut and you could feel his nails digging on your shoulders. He was trying hard not to because he didn’t want to hurt you.
“Just like that, Y/n. Oh, fuck!” He moaned out trying to prolong this feeling even though he could feel his orgasm approaching fast.
“Does my good boy want to cum? Hmm?” You egged him on knowing your words, well your voice alone, can send him on the edge.
“Yes, mommy!” His eyes never opened so fast. It just slipped and he thought you’d hate it but you didn’t. You just sloppily kissed him and tried to drown out his moans as you pumped faster.
“Does mommy fuck you good, baby? Huh? Do you like it when mommy pleases you like this? Tell me, baby...tell mommy how good she makes you feel.” You put on a taunting voice. “Such a dirty boy.” He moaned loudly at your statement.
“Yes, Y/n. Fuck, right there, right there. Uh-huh…go faster, baby. Please!” The butterflies in his stomach continued to grow.
“Is my good boy cumming now?” You sweetly pecked his chest.
“Yes, yes, yes! Oh god, oh fuck. Y/n. Mommy.” Vinnie moaned out as you pumped even faster, the sound of slick skin and his deep groans filled the room. You felt him twitch and you firmly tugged down on his pubic area as you shot his huge load to his stomach. You saw how he aimlessly released on himself, his thick cum coating his stomach. You marveled at the mess you both caused as you loosely rubbed up and down so that he could ride out his high.
“You did so well for me, my love.” You said as you entered your tongue in his mouth and he weakly kissed back.
“Thank you, baby.” He leaned his sweaty forehead on yours as he caught on his breathing. You removed your hand and his dick now went limp.
You collected some of his cum and played with it with your thumb and index finger, eyeing the sticky off-white-colored liquid and putting it in your mouth feeling like a dirty girl. All of this just turns you on.
“Vinnie, watch me.” You giggled as you kissed his lips and brought your pillow by the middle of the bed as you turned to lay your head on it. You removed your shorts and underwear in one go as you clamped your pussy shut. Vinnie stared at your legs intently, craving to see what’s in the middle as he gripped your ankles.
And for one last time, you swiped an appropriate amount of semen off Vinnie’s stomach as you opened your legs, revealing your dripping core. You took his cum and used it as lube, even though you didn’t need it, and spread it around your folds. You moaned loudly, finally getting relief from all this built-up tension you yourself made.
“Vinnie…” You whined and reached for his hand with your free one and just held it tightly as your middle finger rubbed circles on your clit. You were squirming from how good all of this is as he saw how your hole was clenching and leaking out your juices.
“Feels so good, baby! Oh, fuck.” You sped up your action as you flicked your bud more harshly, wanting to release as soon as possible. Today is fucking arm day, you thought. Vinnie gripped your hand that was rubbing your clit and folds as he swatted it away, replacing it with his thumb.
“Yeah, go faster, right there…” Vinnie growled as he sped up but it wasn’t long till he dove his face right in your glistening pussy. You moaned loudly at his warmth right in your middle as you felt his tongue lap around you, fully eating you out.
“Oh, Vinnie!” He pressed his tongue into you more, his nose hitting your pubic bone as his tongue darted in and out of you. You pulled on his hair and he just moaned in response, causing vibrations to run through your exhausted body.
“I’m gonna cum!” That was all you were able to say as you finally got your release. Your orgasm rippled through your whole body as waves of pleasure escaped you and Vinnie drank all of it up. He kitten licked you clean as you came down from your high, occasionally twitching.
“You done, princess?” He said while smirking as he pulled you up towards him to cuddle. The both of you were fucking spent from the sudden activity and it wasn’t even dinner time yet.
“Yes, baby. I love you, thank you.” You kissed him and he kissed you back.
“I love you, too. Aight, let’s clean up.” He got up and pulled you towards him as he guided you to the bathroom. The both of you lazily showered and when all of that was finally done, he dressed you both up in pajamas and tucked you guys in.
Vinnie thought you were finally asleep but you muttered: “Mommy, huh?” You smiled against his chest as you felt it rise up and down as he heartily chuckled.
“You’re still my baby girl.” He said and he kissed the top of your head.
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Author’s Note: apologies if this doesnt hit as much bc i rushed it! This is all bc of Vinnie’s latest dingdong tiktok *sighs*
y/n meets her celeb crush (jack harlow) at a concert and vinnie gets jealous at the way y/n is acting. and at the end, she comforts him and reassures him that she only loves vinnie
“Jetson came in with an FN, two girls with him told me he ain’t got a preference!” You shouted at the top of your lungs, tip toeing and holding onto your boyfriends arm as you sang one of Jack Harlow’s songs.
To say you’re a fan would be an understatement, you want to jump in this mans arms if given the chance. Your obsession with the rapper got so bad that you had to sit down and talk to Vinnie as you discussed with him that if ever you both meet the other curly man in your life, your actual boyfriend has to pretend to just be your friend. Of course you took your statement back when you saw Vinnie pouting and burying his head on your neck. Your chances of meeting Jack is slim to begin with. Plus, you were kidding, well maybe half kidding. No, you were totally kidding.
“You having fun, baby?” Vinnie said to your ear as he pressed a kiss to your temple, enjoying your excitement more than the actual concert.
“Yes! Thank you, I love you and your gift!” You beamed as you jumped up and down, your smile infecting Vinnie. When he caught news that Jack has a show in LA, he pulled all the strings to get you two tickets just for the fun of it.
“Jack, I fucking love you! Marry me! Have my babies!” You shouted and you gasped out loud when the rapper looked at your direction. That did not just happen. He flashed his pearly whites and held multiple eye contacts for the rest of the show. You literally feel like Y/n right now.
As the night progressed, Vinnie got awfully quiet after you caught Jack’s attention. All he could think about was if he just played himself by bringing you here, did he? Is he actually losing you to the cutest rapper in the game? Oh my goodness, do the tickets have meet and greets included in it?! He even double checked the e-ticket and when it didn’t have M&Gs, he almost kissed the ground he was standing on. Phew, he dodged a bullet.
You were both on your way to his car as you snaked your arms around his. “Thank you again, Vin. I had so much fun.” You said as you looked up at him wondering how you got so lucky with a guy like him who pays attention.
“Of course, my love, anything for you.” He smiled but it barely reached his eyes.
The both of you finally got home and were all cozied up, ready to sleep until Vinnie spoke up. “Did you mean what you said back there, Y/n?” He asked, looking up at the ceiling.
You turned to face him and brought your hand to his face as you made him turn to you. There was a solemn look in his eyes that you couldn’t figure out. “What do you mean, Vin?”
“When you said you’d marry him and have his babies.” He sighed and looked down on the bed, that pout decorating his face again.
“What?! No, baby. I was just trying to get his attention. C’mere.” You cooed the last sentence as you brought his big ass head to your chest as you threw your legs over his in an attempt to pull him closer.
“Are you for real?” He nonchalantly asked as you kissed the top of his head as you hummed, telling him you’re for real.
“I can never love someone as much as I love you. Even if it’s Jack Harlow or Prince Constantine of Greece, I’d pick you, okay?” You kissed the top of his head again.
“They can never amount to the feelings you make me feel. They can tell me I’m pretty but that’s nothing compared to when you call me beautiful. You make me feel like the only girl in the world and I’m sorry I made you feel bad, you can never lose me, babe. I’m yours, always. For-fucking-ever.” You pulled his head up to look at you.
“You’re the one I want to marry and have babies with, not someone who I’m sure has a lot of hoes in every city. You don’t have hoes, right?” You tried to enlarge your eyes, trying to be serious, but it just made Vinnie laugh.
“No, I don’t have hoes. And do you mean it when you said you’d marry me and have my babies?” He asked, teary eyed.
“Yes, my love. In this lifetime and a whole lot of others.” You pressed a sweet kiss on his lips and when you pulled away, you saw a tear streak down Vinnie’s already red cheeks.
“Aww, baby, don’t cry! You’re gonna make me cry.” You laughed as you peppered his face with more kisses.
“I love you, I love you, I love you.” You repeatedly said as you gave him even more kisses until he was smiling and laughing. He then wonders how he got so lucky with a girl like you and he thanks the heavens every single day for bringing you to him.
“You have a type, huh?” He smirked.
“Oh, shut it. I do not, Vincent Cole.” You rolled your eyes, trying to dismiss this teasing.
“Yes, you do. You like the curly haired guys!” He said as he slightly tickled your sides.
“Yes, okay. I said it. You’re lucky you’re curly or else I wouldn’t even look in your direction.” You said as you buried your face on his chest as you huffed in annoyance because he totally caught you.
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Hello! I’m back and I hope I get to publish more works lol. Also i missed d part of d req where it said y/n meets jack oeoedodkdkddk
vinnie and y/n are hype house members, barely talk to each other and they were going somewhere with the house. Only the two of them are in the car and she starts her period on the way
Tw: period/blood & mention/s of pee
“Can you go before we drive?” Vinnie asked, not looking up from his phone as he stood beside his car door.
Your relationship with Vinnie isn’t exactly the most defined, sure you live together but that doesn’t mean you’re the bestest of friends. It was casual, too casual for you since you might have a teeny tiny crush on him. But casual is good. It’s safe enough for you to keep your distance.
“Go where?” You asked while looking around in confusion.
“The bathroom?” He finally looked up at you, his brown eyes looking you up and down. Is he judging your outfit?
“Oh! Uhm…no I don’t wan- well I already went so…” You stuttered. Wow, you’re really awkward and why are we talking about piss?
“Okay. It’s a long drive and we’re barely stopping to save time. Are you sure you’re good?” Finally, you made up what was written all over his eyes, even his tone. It was somewhat concern? Why would he be? It’s not like you’ll pee yourself. But you’re glad he’s showing a little bit of warmth towards you. Baby steps.
“Yes, sir.” You said jokingly as you opened his passenger door, getting settled for the long road ahead of you both.
After about an hour and a half through your drive, you felt the unexpected. The universe has got to be kidding because you swear that’s your period, your in denial self doesn’t want to believe it because you just had it. You tensed up and fiddled with your hands while looking outside. You didn’t know what to do and the only thing you can bring yourself to do was to check your period app to see if it really is that time of the month. And there it is: two damn days early. You wanted to cry from frustration because the man beside you isn’t exactly the most lenient with things. You’ve overheard him countless of times speaking on the phone demanding stuff ranging from car parts to Purgatory release dates.
Vinnie must’ve felt your panic when he snapped you out of your misery. “Hey, you okay? I told you to pee before we go.” His eyes shifting from the road to your direction. You honestly have no idea what to reply, I mean do you just tell him you might be bleeding on his seat?
You could burst into tears right now, if we’re all honest. “I think I’m on my period can you pull over the gas station if there even is one?” You spoke quickly which you regret now because…
“What? You spoke too fast, love. Say it again.” Well that’s certainly new.
“I said I think I started my period, can we pull over if there’s a gas station?” You looked over at him with teary eyes.
He was starting to panic as well because how often do you drive with a girl who unexpectedly just got her period? He sped up and there you can see from the distance, a gas station. “I’m coming with.” Vinnie declared when he pulled the handbrake.
“Why?” You asked while wrapping a hoodie around your waist just in case there’s a stain.
“Creeps hang out here. Precious cargo.” He nonchalantly said. You sped your walking and was surprised when Vinnie put his warm hands on the small of your back. He’s just simply helping you speed walk, Y/n.
You hurried to the feminine products aisle expecting Vinnie to vanish to god knows where but he stayed with you and honestly it was kind of awkward. “Uhm can you back up a bit?” Your eyes shifted from him to the pads and tampons in front of you.
“Oh, sorry.” He scratched the back of his head and shyly walked away. Why is it Vinnie who’s here with you out of all people? This is so embarrassing. He can’t see you like this. Well, not yet perhaps?
You beelined your way to the cashier and paid for the box of pads/tampons and raced through to the end of the store to use the bathroom. Luckily, it didn’t bleed through your jeans so that’s a win in your book. You took the moment to regroup yourself, hoping that Vinnie wasn’t creeped out or disgusted by you. It’s natural and normal and there’s nothing to be afraid of.
“Here I got these for you.” Vinnie’s big doe eyes looking straight at your shocked face because he did not just shove a bag filled with snacks, chocolates, and drinks on you.
“Thanks, Vin. But this is too much.” You said while rummaging through it.
The blond just shrugged and pouted. “Ehh…well we can eat it in the car or the cabin.” He suggested.
“No, this is all mine.” You demanded and headed back into his car.
“Okay, whatever you say.” He chuckled as he put his large hand on the small of your back again to guide you guys out of the store.
As you got in the car and settled in, you spoke up. “Thanks for being understanding and uhm chill about it…”
“It’s no biggie. I’d do anything to help.” Vinnie said as he focused back on the road.
Thankfully, he wasn’t the type to freak out or be disgusted by women’s periods. You sat back in your seat and comfortably reveled in the fact that the guy you like is down to tolerate you and your cycle. Now where can you find a guy like that?
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Sorry the words weren’t wording iykwim. Didnt know where to go with this request bc im still on my writers block or smthing idk but i wanted to post for u guys bc that is what u came here for lol
Also! There’s a vinnie period fic somewhere n its rlly good! Suggest u give that a read as well. If im not lazy ill link it. Its Pretty by @shesnothingspecial!
Summary: She never broke one promise and she knows when he’s not honest.
Warning/s: Angst, cheating, violence, alcohol consumption, smut, NSFW, language
Word Count: ~7.4k words
Song Suggestion/s:
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You and your husband, Vinnie, have been married for almost 5 years. You met in Los Angeles where you were both teen social media influencers chasing your dreams and you’ve been inseparable ever since. When things needed to get more serious as you both finished college and had successfully built a career, you got married and knew it was time to leave the West Coast to move across the country. Now, he’s a big-shot NFT guy of a company in a high-rise building in New York City. Some might think of this as boring but it’s got you the good life you’ve always dreamt of having. Of course, being a proud woman yourself, you would’ve retained your finance job on your own but Vinnie asked you to stay at home and relax, at least one of you should enjoy the fabulous lifestyle.
Lately, you’ve been feeling distant from him because of stress at work and you can’t help but sort of feel like it’s about you. This dry era of your marriage is inevitable and you just have to push through with it because it’ll all be worth it in the long run. And you both didn’t have a child to take care of and talk about because you both feel like it’s too soon, that you should enjoy the fruits of Vinnie’s labor first, so what’s the rush?
Feeling spontaneous, you decided to surprise your husband at work during lunch with takeout sushi from the new restaurant near your condominium. You dressed up because you liked to show the dreadful people working there how Vinnie lucked out, which is true. They love you and they even keep on teasing him about how they should hire you instead, I mean you are an accomplished trophy wife.
You walked the halls and stopped to greet his two assistants. “Is Vinnie there?” You quickly asked, excited to see your husband. They looked at each other and nodded nervously but you didn’t notice. Lo and behold, you see your husband on his swivel chair with a girl on top of him, his hands hanging to his side as the girl hungrily tried to unbutton his shirt while sitting on top of him, her skirt rode up to her hips. He looked breathless as he just watched, his expression almost of fear.
Vinnie didn’t see you though as you just closed the door and walked to his assistant’s table and dropped the food. “I’m sorry, Miss Y/n. She’s Andrew's new assist-…” Patrice nervously uttered as she stood up. Sometimes they’re more terrified of you than their boss.
“Don’t fucking mention it. Lunch is on me girls! He can fucking starve.” You ominously said as you cut her off, you put on your sunglasses and strutted down the hallway thinking of ways to get revenge. Even in infidelity you knew how to be prim and proper.
After what felt like an eternity, Vinnie finally got the courage to push the girl off his lap. He didn’t want this and he would drop dead before cheating on you and the girl came up to him, not the other way around. “What the fuck, Vinnie!” The girl’s annoying high-pitched voice rang through his ears.
“What do you mean what the fuck? Why did you do that?” He said as he buttoned his shirt up, trying to get a grip on reality. He couldn’t believe what just happened. One minute this new girl was delivering reports then she’s pushing herself onto him.
“I thought you wanted me…” She reasoned out. She was embarrassed at this point, as she should.
“No, I fucking don’t. I have a wife. Get out.” His frustrated tone echoed throughout the room. He stood up and motioned the door behind them.
“So?” Golly, this girl is an idiot.
“So? My god, are you dumb? I wouldn’t want you even if I was single. Say goodbye to your job and good luck finding another one. Get the fuck out, I don’t want to see you ever again.” He said as he forced her out of his private office. Human Resources will hear about this.
As you walked out of his office building, you exhaled a deep breath that you didn’t even know you were holding. Your throat almost hurts from keeping your tears inside, if that even makes sense. You got to your car and sped home to get a nice needed bath. As you got home, you were greeted with silence, like always. You wanted to pour a drink from Vinnie’s bar cart, figured to empty the bottle of his favorite scotch as revenge. But no, you had better plans (and a better bottle to empty). It’s not a taste-of-his-own-medicine kind of revenge but rather show him what he’s missing. So, you got yourself a nice bottle of wine and drank it while you were in the tub. Even the faint sound of water gently splashing around as you move couldn’t cloud the thoughts in your mind.
There are fears you come to develop once you become a wife like what if your husband dies? You had dreams about this, of him suddenly going ill or getting in a crash with his project cars. Or what if he grows to despise his domestic life with you? How could he? He lives in a penthouse with expensive art hung on the wall and you have a private chef plus a banging hot wife that people on the street would bow down to if she ordered them. Happiness is literally at both of your fingertips. And especially what if he starts cheating on you with a younger woman? Oh, the fear of being replaced by someone ‘better’ and more ‘intact’ than you. Amy Dunne from Gone Girl couldn’t have said it better that that’s what all men want: a newer, younger, bouncier, cool-girl until they wear them out, of course, just like their original wives. But not you, oh no, never you, he could never replace you. He could die miserable and trying and he still would never find someone that can come up to you, you’re the whole package. Top of the motherfucking line. There is simply no one that can amount to you and he knows it. And you know him down to his silly bones and impressionable brain. You made him who he is and sometimes you even think that you curated this little paradise that is your life by influencing him with his decisions. There was never a move that you weren’t consulted on and he always runs to you for advice. He really thought he had the liberty of making them on his own. You were and still are your goddamn husband’s Kingmaker.
Vinnie had always been faithful, it’s true. Not once had he ever given you a chance to doubt him even when you were dating. There was only you in his life. You loved that about him, you always felt like the only girl in the world whenever you were together and after all these years he still gives you a wide array of emotions. You never took him for a cheater and even then all he dared to cheat on you with was an assistant. You were offended that you were offended.
And then you start to wonder: had your Vinnie changed? Your husband, the love of your life, the one you walked down the aisle for? What was it that made him cheat on you? Or rather had he simply fallen out of love? So many questions ran through your head and for once you wished you could shut it all off. There was hurt, self-blame, insecurities, shortcomings, and everything. Then again, there’s divorce. The goddamn prenup. You get half of everything he made, what a shame that’s what you’re only entitled to: half, half of his wealth, and half of this fucking empire you swore you built. It would be a nice change to have Vinnie’s assets as your own and some of his properties that you wouldn’t have to share anymore. It’ll all be yours. That’s the least you deserve though because as we’ve stated: you made who Vinnie is today. But no, he can’t just run off to the sunset aka the Hamptons with a skank, he can’t get rid of you like that easily. Plus, all of the other wives would give the poor girl hell when he gets the guts to show her off. Just like Amy again, did he honestly think he could destroy you and end up happier than ever? No fucking way. He doesn’t get to win.
Now you remember your words of forever to each other: “Falling for you wasn’t falling at all — it was walking into a house and knowing that I’m home. I vow to join your laughter with my own and when you can’t look at the bright side, I will sit with you in the dark and let you crawl into my arms and then into my heart…” You remember the vow you made to him on your wedding day. That moment was like a fairytale, more than you could ever imagine. And you remember his: “The moment I knew I wanted to make you say “I do” was when you chased me down the street in the rain. Your warm hug eliminated the dread that Seattle weather seeped into me and I forgot why I was even upset. And since then, every hug and kiss from you made me forget and a part of me wishes I could feel the dread just once more so you can press your body to mine, just like how you did the first time…” You even started to revisit the night in your apartment together in Los Angeles and how he proposed while watching Sex And The City The Movie on the flat screen and how he made the both of you promise, in Beethoven, Big, and Bradshaw fashion: “Ever thine, ever mine, ever ours.”
“I must’ve done something right, huh Y/n?” Vinnie said the night you got engaged, his arm draped across your shoulders as you snuggled into him more. The only light was the flickering of the television.
“You did everything right, Vin.”
You snapped out of your daydream and realized you’ve finished the whole bottle. You lowered yourself under the water and just stayed like that, as if you wanted to drown. You figured it would be a nightmare for your husband when he finds you like this and you just hope he would know the reason why. But no, you’ve got a lot of things to do, you thought, and it all has to be done before he gets home.
You put on your newly bought lingerie and the black version of this robe along with your expensive heels as you admired your body in the mirror. Oh, he’s gonna remember well why he married you and you’re gonna make it known who not to fuck with.
It was early midday and you had ample time to make Vinnie’s favorites for dinner. So with that said, you and Daisy, your helper, made fresh truffle fries, some classic Italian potato gnocchi, and lemon creme brûlée. And as you were finishing up the last dish, filet mignon with bearnaise sauce, Daisy could feel the tension brewing within you. So she kindly asked: “Madame, do you want me to leave you alone?”
“Yeah, I think that would be nice. Thank you, Daisy.”
“You look beautiful today, Madame. Sir Vinnie’s lucky to have you.” She politely said and you just nodded and dismissed her and you were alone with your thoughts again as you finished cooking the steak. Hell yeah, he’s lucky. You went over to Vinnie’s bar cart full of expensive liquor and poured yourself his favorite scotch. You remember how the both of you used to drink it by the glass windows of your penthouse, laughing and talking about his day and whatnot. ‘What happened to us?’ You thought. You both were so happy.
As you stared down at your glass, you had the sudden urge to just throw it against the wall. Then the tears started pouring. Finally, after hours of keeping it all in, you were now angry. You were surprised you kept the rage this long as you reached for the cabinet containing plates and you threw it across the room, its pieces scattered on the floor. You got some of his treasured whiskey and poured it down the drain and then you finally smashed his golf club on the glass coffee table, shattering it, and the painting on the wall wasn’t spared as you ripped it apart. You caught your breath and saw the damage you caused. Everything was a mess. You sat down on the couch and crossed your legs together as you calmed yourself down and waited. You drank from your glass as you felt the tears dry and soon enough, the elevator doors ding, and Vinnie finally came into the picture.
Initial shock at the mess that is your house clouded his mind as he rushed over to you in worry, lifting your arms to see if you were hurt, and not once did you meet his eyes with yours. He sat beside you and faced you as he said: “What happened, Y/n?” What a clueless bastard.
“I went to the office today…” You trailed off, taking a sip once again. You heard him sigh as he held his face in his hands.
He was about to speak but you cut him off. “Who is she?” Then you finally held eye contact. Vinnie’s heart broke at your bloodshot eyes, your cheeks and nose a faint red, and your lips were plumped and pursed together. He could honestly break down as well because not once had he seen you this broken and it’s all because of him.
“She’s no one and I got her fired. She came to me…” Vinnie reasoned out. It’s true but you didn’t know that and even though it made the most sense, you didn’t want to believe it at first.
“How would I know you’re telling the truth?” Your tone was painfully mellow, too mellow for his liking that it was chilling even. Your calmness at the moment is scaring Vinnie and given that he hasn’t seen you like this before, he doesn’t know what could happen next.
“I am, my love. I would never do that to you.” He pleaded, reaching for your hand but you flinched and his heart stung in pain at your reaction. At this moment, he was a cheat. It was so ridiculous how fast everything came crashing down for you as his infidelity stained all of your memories together.
“I don’t know if I can trust you anymore. I can’t even fucking look at you without being disgusted.” You moved away from him. You felt another wave of tears coming but you stopped and sniffled.
“I’ll work on that but please I’m telling the truth, Y/n. I’ll make it up to you.” His warm hand snaked its way to your leg and rubbed it up and down in comfort. All he wants to do is hug and put your body against his but you don’t want to, clearly. And he respects that. He’ll do anything he can to make you his sweet, happy girl again. The one that loves without holding back, the one that loves and accepts him for all that he is, the one that’s been with him through it all. For better or for fucking worse.
You looked at him for the second time and saw how there’s a coat of glimmer on his eyes as if he’s about to cry. “Hell, you need to make it up to me.” You rolled your eyes and took his hand in yours as you got up and dragged him to the dining table.
“You look good today.” You could hear the slight smile in his upbeat tone, glad you were warming up again. You couldn’t see it but his eyes were looking at your body up and down, admiring how beautiful you are even if you’re turned away.
“I know. I did it for me, not for you.” You said as a matter of fact. You served him his favorites and his face lit up but he slightly frowned when he realized something. He was looking down at the plate like he was contemplating and you slightly banged your fist on the table in annoyance.
“Vincent Cole Hacker, I didn’t poison it. Who do you think I am?” You scoffed, offended that your husband didn’t trust you, as if you’re the one not to trust at the moment. You grabbed a fry and took it in your mouth as you made him watch you chew.
“See?” You began. “Daisy helped me cook. Do you honestly think I’d let her cook with me if I were to poison you? I’m not an idiot, babe.” The nickname slipped and he smiled at you, his warm one triggering your own as you just rolled your eyes and smirked as you looked away. Told you, he makes you experience an array of emotions.
“I’m sorry. I love it, it’s delicious.” He intended the first sentence to be for the cheating as well as the poisoning. And you knew it too. You don’t know until when you’re gonna make him work for your forgiveness or if you could even stay mad at him for who knows how long. You just know he has to truly pay for it.
“Love what you did to the place.” He jokingly started, trying to lighten the mood.
“Told you I know interior design.” You retorted back as you took a bite of the food. From your table, you could perfectly see the damage you caused. Nothing was left as is, the table that you so tediously scouted was shattered into tiny pieces, the painting Vinnie got for you was torn in half. The painting you were truly guilty for. You remember the day the workers brought it home and your husband was so proud of his latest surprise purchase. He said it reminded him of you, a specially commissioned James Turrell violet to yellow-ish gradient with faint butterflies floating around. You remembered falling in love with it because of the butterflies, a heartfelt personal touch because Vinnie knows how much you adore them. He said it was one of one, just like you, his favorite girl.
“I’m sorry, my love…” He wanted to apologize some more again but you cut him off.
“Just eat your meal, Vinnie.” You dismissed him and continued to eat the delicious food in front of you both.
“Please let me make it up to you.” He pleaded.
“Yes, my dear, later. Just eat, please. I don’t know if you ate lunch, I was gonna bring you sushi but I saw you…with that girl so I gave it to your assistants instead.” You squeezed his hand. You might be mad at him but you can’t let the poor boy starve.
“That was you?” He chuckled. “I thought Patrice finally got a boyfriend. Well, that’s what Elena told me when I saw them eating it. They gave me a few pieces so I did eat, thanks to you.” He smiled but you looked down and fought the tears that were coming.
The rest of the dinner was quiet, you didn’t know what to say nor do and for the first time, it feels like you were treading around him. Vinnie on the other hand wants nothing but to kiss you, kiss this awful feeling, kiss the tears away, and let you know that he won’t leave you, ever. It breaks his heart how you’re hurting and that he’s the reason why. And as much as you want to break free from him for a moment to collect yourself, you know that he’s the only person in this goddamn world that could make you feel better. Isn’t it so fucked up how we retreat to the person we love the most even if they’re the reason why we’re hurting?
Your POV
I looked into his eyes, I looked deep within trying to find my husband. Trying to find a hint of truth even though we repeatedly told and convinced ourselves it was a mistake. What an unfortunate hour for me, for him, for our marriage. I figured this could be a test from the heavens above, that this could make or break our relationship. I tried to think of reasons for me to make him stay other than my love for him but I came up short. We didn’t have a kid, we only have Hera and I know she’s his to begin with so I have no ownership of her.
“I’ll do it, Y/n,” Vinnie said, offering to do the dishes. I swatted his hand away as I brought the dishes to the sink.
“No, I’ll do it.” I nonchalantly said. I’ll let my remaining frustration out through this, that should be fine right? I could always buy more plates.
“How ‘bout neither of us do it, hmm?” Vinnie questions as he snaked his arm around my stomach as he pulled me to him. I could feel the dips on his stomach and his hard-on through his pants. He pressed his nose to my neck as he smelled his favorite perfume of mine and he gently pressed a kiss to my sweet spot. His hand firmly radiated heat to my stomach, a perfect contrast to the cold marble countertop under my fingers.
“I’ll make it up to you in other ways for sure, Y/n. But I just wanna make love to my stunning wife right now.” He peppered kisses all over my cheek, neck, and nape, as he put my hair to the other side for his convenience, his hands roaming my body, cupping my breasts. “You’re so beautiful, baby, I don’t know why you thought I could cheat on you. I’m yours and you’re mine, right, my love?” He grabbed the sides of my hips and turned me to face him.
“Yes, Vin. Still yours.” I said, my voice shaking in anticipation. He pressed onto the small of my back and his other hand held my chin as he kissed me passionately, my hands snaking their way to his hair. The kiss, although heated, was gentle and soft, inviting me for more. He was telling me through it how much he loves me, that what he did was a mistake, hell he didn’t even do it to begin with. I gasped when Vinnie grabbed my ass which gave him the chance to slip his tongue in my mouth, his cleverness making him smirk and chuckle a little bit as he continued kissing me. I felt him exploring what he could reach with his tongue as if he hadn't done it before. I was breathless but I was aching for more. I bucked my hips to create friction between us but he pressed me deeper to the counter.
“Baby, please.” I pleaded, my eyes closed in pleasure.
“What do you want, my love?” He pulled away and I opened my eyes to find his brown eyes studying my face. The brown eyes that I fell in love with because I always saw my reflection in them, always reminding me I’m beautiful in his eyes. And that made me love myself more which in turn made loving him a little bit easier.
“Take me here, Vin. Against the counter. On it. I don’t care.” I requested as I initiated the kiss this time. He nodded and made it a mission to leave hickeys on my neck and on the curve of my boobs. He lifted me so I was on the counter as I felt him leave wet kisses on each one as he brought his thumb to circle my left nipple through my bra.
“Like this, yeah?” I nodded. The heat brewing within me intensified with each circle and the next thing I know, he removed the fabric and sucked on my tits. He pinched and pulled my nipples to make it taut a few times as I felt Vinnie’s hot tongue twirl on them and I grabbed his hair and pushed him to me more, his free hand that wasn’t on my back was teasing my other nipple rolling them in between his fingers, each stroke aiding in my wetness. He switched his mouth to my other boob and did the same process, giving it attention. I felt him sucking on my nipple, his hard tongue darting each time to meet my perky tit as it made me moan and roll my hips in reaction.
“So good, baby,” I whined out. “You’re awfully good at sucking tits like this, huh?” I tested him and his patience, looking down at him. He looked up at me with those eyes of his as I brushed his hair out of his face. He had those pleading-like eyes that’s my personal favorite and I know he knows I can’t resist them. But his orbs were the complete opposite of what he said, contrasting the warmth of it with his cold statement.
“Easy with your words, Y/n. You might just pay for it.” He detached his mouth and grabbed both of my boobs and squished it, his tongue now flicking left to right on my tit, alternating some time to give attention to the other. I moaned as it tickled me to the point where I had to pull his head away. Vinnie was stubborn as he attached his mouth to them again, sucking harshly. I was a shaking mess and all I could do was whine and feel the wetness from my core drip out of me. I could honestly cry and cum right here if he went on a little longer. He laughed at my actions and gently pushed me down to fully lay on the counter, his whole body keeping my legs separate, my clothed cunt in full view as it was see-through.
“Still my fucking girl, I see, hmm?” He questioned.
“Yes, yes, Vin. Still yours, baby, please.” I whined out. My whole body shivered at the coldness of the surface but it wasn’t long till I felt Vinnie’s hot mouth leaving kisses on my stomach then down to my mound.
“So fucking beautiful, my fucking wife,” Vinnie said as he couldn’t contain his emotions. His left hand was stationed at my leg and the other roamed my body, feeling the softness of my skin and the curves of my body. He kissed my core through my lingerie a few times and he pulled it up to give me some pressure. I heard him growl as he struggled to remove my panties but he was successful, nonetheless. He put my legs up when he discarded them then he spread my legs on each side but I brought my left leg down and used my foot to gently rub him through his pants. I could feel his hard cock on me and I brushed on him a few more times to give him some relief.
He shakily sucked in a breath and rolled his eyes because of my action and brought my leg back up, even distancing them more from each other. I moaned when I felt my lips separating and I saw Vinnie breathing heavily, looking straight at it. My glistening cunt was all vulnerable, all ready for his taking.
“Do you want me here?” Vinnie smirked as he tapped my pussy, the slight touch making me flinch. He roamed his pointer finger everywhere else but my folds as he spread around the wetness that stained my outer lips. I could feel my juices flowing out of me as I clenched on nothing.
“Mhmm…please, Vinnie!”
“You’ve been very naughty, Mrs. Hacker. All of this just because of me?” He made me look around while still roaming his finger. Fuck, if I wasn’t so horny for him I would’ve walked out at this point.
“Yes, my love.” But I remained calm with my reply. I have to be patient to get what I want. And what I want is him, I want him tonight, and I want him to fuck me dumb, to fuck me senseless.
“So pure.” He said, his voice dark and full of lust. Not a second passed and his thumb and pointer finger separated my lips, my folds in full view as he kitten licked me. He started at the bottom and worked his way up to the top, all painfully slow. Vinnie took his sweet time flicking his hard tongue, just like he did to my tits, on my clit until I was screaming out in pleasure. My feet were propped on the counter and one hand pulled at his hair. He closed the distance between his mouth and my core as he fully lapped at my swollen pussy. I could feel his nose brushing my mound and he pulled away to stroke his goddamn nose on my folds, making me almost kick him in the face from pure ecstasy. “Fucking hell, Vinnie!” I shouted.
Sometimes he, or more his tongue, would go slow and just when I was able to catch my breath, he speeds up again. He was prolonging this moment, me withering under him, sprawled on the kitchen counter. “I’m ‘bout to cum, baby.” I breathed out and repeated as he sped up again with his tongue flicking on my bud. I could feel the familiar euphoric feeling as I closed my eyes and came all over his tongue, my back arching off the counter and my nails scratching it, my other hand almost ripped his hair out, and my toes curling. I think I felt a tear or two escape my eyes from how good it was, from how good my husband is to me.
He let me ride out my first high, gently licking me up and down to clean me off my orgasm. All I could do was catch my breath, almost wanting to pass out. He gave me sweet pecks on my swollen cunt and complimented me. “Good job, baby girl. We’re just getting started.” He tapped my thigh as I sat up and he guided me off it, almost tripping myself because I was so weak. I immediately sank, wanting to return the favor, now it’s Vinnie’s turn to be against the counter.
“Let me take care of this, my love.” My finger ghosted around his cock area as I pulled down his pants and boxers. His throbbing cock sprung up, all red and rigid from putting my pleasure first. I toyed with his veins as I traced on them while eyeing the bead of precum begging to be sucked off of his head. I looked up at him with innocent eyes as I licked his head, both my hands resting on his legs. Yes, it was stiff enough to not need my hands for support. It was fucking rock hard.
I swirled my tongue softly around him as I plunged my head down to suck all of him, pulling off with a pop. I focused on the vein under his head and flicked it left and right. I watched how his chest was heaving up and down as he stared at me taking his cock. I sped up and used my hand to pump his thick dick. I tapped his shaft on my lips and sucked down once again. “Oh fuck, Y/n.” Vinnie moaned out as he grabbed my hand to hold. I let him hit the back of my throat and I bobbed my head to give him more pleasure. I sucked harder to the point where my jaw hurt, even swirling my tongue to give attention to the underside of his cock. He was a moaning mess when I felt him twitch in my mouth when he groaned. And soon enough, I felt his hot liquid ooze out as I took every single drop. The sweet but somewhat salty thick cum coated my throat as I gulped it down to make him goddamn proud.
Vinnie pulled me up and kissed me deeply, his tongue feverishly entering mine. He paused the kiss and pulled away, grabbing his boxers to put on and my lingerie as he carried me bridal style up to our room. I giggled when he said: “I’m gonna fuck you like the night we got married, princess.” I held on to him as I felt his back muscles tense while speeding up the stairs.
He dropped me on the bed and I backed up by the headboard as he hovered over me and kissed me on my lips and neck, finding my sweet spot. I moaned and caressed his toned inked arms as I pulled him closer to me. “Make love to me, Vin.” Those words pushed him over the edge as he pulled my legs down so I was lying flat on our mattress. He went back to nibbling on my skin, making sure to leave marks to be discovered the day after.
“I love you, Y/n.” He breathed out on my neck as I felt him push himself inside me.
“I love you, Vinnie,” I said as I gasped when I felt his thickness stretch my walls. No matter the years we're together and the number of times we’ve had sex, he still manages to stretch me out. The pleasure outweighs the pain as I felt myself feeling full because of him, my walls expanding at just the right amount to accommodate his size. Vinnie loved how he fits inside me, just tight to feel every part of me but snug enough to repeatedly thrust into.
“Still so fucking wet and tight for me, my love.” He said. I felt him bottom out, giving himself a second to relish the wonderful feeling until he pulled out but only to slam back in me again. I could feel every vein that adorned his member, all aiding in my, well our, pleasure. His thrusts were sensual, slow, even intentional. His head was brushing my insides and all I could do was just clench around him.
“Vinnie…” I whimpered. My eyes closed to elevate the feeling.
“My fucking girl. Forever.” He grunted out as he slammed every word into me. I know he’s close and that he didn’t wanna prolong it which only means one thing: we’re gonna be here all night. His thrusts sped up as it triggered both of our releases. My second orgasm was coming and it was coming fast. I gripped onto his shoulder and screamed when it ripped through me, my clenching caused his cum to shoot in me for the first time tonight. I already felt full but we’re just getting started.
We’re not as energetic anymore so it kind of took us a minute to regroup ourselves, Vinnie staying inside me the whole time. “I wanna ride you, babe.” I smiled at him and he nodded in agreement. I pecked him and he detached himself from me, my gaping whole clenching to keep our cum in.
I guided him to the middle of our bed as he sat and propped his arm behind him. I got closer to him and I held his dick in my hands, trying to make him hard again and after a few pumps, I felt it stiffen as I lifted myself by grabbing onto his nape. I sank down and felt again how great he feels inside me, his length just long enough to tickle the inside of my stomach. I moaned at the feeling and weakly smiled at the feeling of him brushing inside me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I rolled my hips to meet his. He looked beautiful, his dilated eyes looking up at me, and his mouth open to catch his breath.
“So fucking good, Vin.” I closed my eyes and smiled. I could feel this feeling forever. He helped me by grabbing my ass as he rocked me back and forth. I put one hand on his knee as I sped up my movement, trying to feel that feeling some more before I release again. I moved my hand to connect with the other on his nape as I pulled him closer to me when I bounced up and down. He put his tongue out so he could brush it to my tits every time I bounced down. I could feel Vinnie’s ragged breathing on my chest as he closed his eyes and grunted against me, his hands never leaving my ass as he helped me collide onto him. This is fucking synergy.
“Oh, god. Fuck…keep going, baby.” He groaned while he looked up at me. His deep voice just encouraged me as I sped up my movement. Both of us could feel our releases coming again when we both closed our eyes to intensify the feeling. But can I just say what I did next can go on my not-finest moment's list.
I didn’t know what came over me but I just choked him. Maybe it was because of sitting anger or maybe I just wanted to choke my husband, we’ll never know. “I fucking hate you,” I said, tears pooling in my eyes. His eyes shot open and he grabbed my wrist. To be fair, I didn’t choke him that hard, he was just taken aback. I rolled my hips some more but he grabbed my ass to stop me.
“Nuh-uh, fuck this.” The whole atmosphere of the room changed when he said that as he pulled himself out of me and flipped me over. “Ass up, baby doll.” He said as he slapped my ass hard. I obliged and bent my back so my face was on the pillows. I felt him rub his dick on my folds and before I knew it, he slammed inside me making me go forward. The sound of the bed banging on the wall, skin slapping, and our desperate moans clouded the whole room.
“Right there, Vinnie! Don’t stop.” I whimpered when I felt him touch my cervix, his hand gripping my shoulder as he dicked me down. My moans were mixed with pain and pleasure all from his hard thrusting. My whole body was weak and all I could do was tear up from how good it felt.
“There she is. Atta girl.” He reveled at me finally surrendering to his pounding. I could hear and feel the smirk that adorned his lips as he’s been waiting for me to give in. He thrust even deeper and harder as I felt the repeated brushing of his veiny cock in my swollen pussy.
And in the spur of the moment, I confidently said: “Fuck a baby in me, Vinnie.” I know it won’t make me forget that unfateful hour but I’ve been really wanting a child. Vinnie stilled in me for a minute to process what I just said.
“Really, Y/n?” He sounded like he could almost cry, too clouded by his emotions. “You want my kids in you, baby girl? You want that, huh? I know you do.” He growled into my ear, his whole body and mind going feral. He began with his heavy thrusting again but even harder this time. My legs were so weak that they were shaking. After a few more, I laid flat on the bed, taking Vinnie with me. His cock was perfectly engulfed by my pussy as he continued to fuck me, loving the whole new feeling, this tightness, and pleasure. When I tell you this man has endurance, I’m telling the truth because he slid in and out of me until I felt like cumming again. He always makes it a goal to make me orgasm.
“Yes, Vinnie! I want it, please…let me take all of it.” I cried out, starting to feel the exhilarating feeling. “Don’t stop, right there, baby. Right there…oh fuck. Keep going.” I repeated the same phrases, my whole mind too far gone to process my words.
“You close, baby?” He asked as he increased his pace. I know I won’t be able to function tomorrow when he’s drilling his cock into me like this.
“Uh-huh…Yes, my love.” I mewled, my mouth agape as my only options for relief were cumming and breathing air. Finally, my orgasm ripped right through me again, the whole sensation making me shake and scream. I clenched tightly and I felt Vinnie twitch. And the familiar hot liquid coated my walls as he roughly thrust into me a couple of times so that none of it leaks out.
Vinnie pulled out as I rolled over to lay on my back. I couldn’t talk nor reach for him because all I could possibly do right now is recover from the heavenly release I just felt. I was in a trance, my mind was on its own, feeling its bliss and satisfaction. I’ve never felt this good in my life and if we weren’t too tired then we might’ve given it a go again. My whole body felt numb and warm and I was all fuzzy and I would like to think this is all a dream. I think I’ve entered sub-space?
“Y/n/n,” Vinnie repeated to make me regain my grip on reality, slightly nudging me. I looked over at his worried expression and sweetly smiled. His body limped in relaxation when he saw that I was fine, I’m perfectly fine. More than fine. “Thought I lost you for a minute.” He said as he kissed me on the lips.
“That was amazing.”
“I know, baby.” He cooed as he gave me kisses. The change of demeanor by us both lightened our bedroom.
“I love you, Vinnie. You’re still mine, right?” I asked, my eyes getting glossy from the unfortunate possibility.
He brushed my cheek with his thumb as he kissed my forehead. “I’m still your Vinnie, Y/n/n. I love you so much.” He pulled me in and just stilled his mouth on mine. I felt his hot tears run down both our cheeks as he almost choked from not wanting to cry. “My sweet girl...” I could tell he doesn’t want to lose me either.
“My pretty girl, you did so well, baby. I’m proud of you.”
“Can you clean me up, bubby? I feel sticky.” Vinnie laughed but nodded and went to the bathroom for a damp towel, the coldness relieving me of the heat I experienced.
“About what you said a while ago, did you really mean it? You want to have babies now?” He looked at me with sincere eyes.
“Yes, lovey. As long as it’s with you.”
“You have no choice then because I’m not going anywhere, baby girl.” He climbed up onto me which made me giggle as he pecked my lips and my whole face. I could tell he already loves the idea and that he’ll be a great father to our kids. His excitement fueled my own and if we could fuck again just to make sure then we would.
We just laid there for a while, just us in our little world. For a moment we were 19 again, everything felt new and exciting. That made me realize that we weren’t as far off from our teenage selves at all. Inside, we’re still who we were when we met each other, eccentric and full of life. Nobody’s heart and soul had changed one bit. The passion hasn’t died down and it won’t for a long time. I’m so glad we chose each other because we balance each other’s crazy, we complement one another, and we definitely ride for each other. There’s really no one else I want to be beside me every night and waking moment other than Vinnie. I find comfort in my husband’s embrace, the same one I held onto when I came over and now I smile at the fact that we go home to each other.
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Author’s Note: Happy 2022 - here’s my first official fic for the year! Happy 500 followers hehehehe I just hit it today actually. And Happy Valentine’s Day! This is your date for the night lol. I apologize if this took so long and I don’t know, a part of me wanted to keep it because I fear it’ll flop but hopefully it won’t! It’s too long but I didn’t wanna put it in parts because Part 2’s don’t do well for me. I will cry and put myself in a coma if this flops lol jk also since its so long I put the read more thing. I don’t have anything against assistants in fact I love a good ol boss x assistant fic. This is literally fiction and let’s just say I was channeling what a fucking wife would feel towards her husband cheating. And yeah I still use songs in my fics hmmmmm 🤨 jk enjoy! IS THE READ MORE/CONTINUE READING WORKING?
Summary: Subathon stream! Vinnie tells her and chat how much he loves her.
Warning/s: Fluff, language
Word Count: ~1.9k
Song Suggestion/s:
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Your boyfriend’s day was packed from the afternoon till nighttime and maybe even the next morning because he was doing a Subathon stream on Twitch. You didn’t mind though because you were swamped with college work that you would rather stay at home and focus. But that didn’t mean you can’t watch him be a goofball on camera.
He started at 3:00 pm and was having the time of his life and he didn’t even notice that hours had already passed. You finished eating dinner and decided to splurge on your man, thinking he deserves it. You gifted him 500 subs with the message: “I love you. Do great.” and the whole chat went crazy but he was quick to read it. This simple message might not be a big deal to others but it’s so heartfelt and pure that he’s just bursting with love right now. Sort of like how Tom Holland greeted Zendaya on her birthday with the caption: “My MJ, have the happiest of birthdays…”, it’s so sweet you could feel it through the screen.
He genuinely smiled and blushed at your presence on stream and said: “I love you, Y/n/n. Thank you, bub.” He sat back in his chair just smiling at the comments saying they wanna cry from how cute the both of you are.
“You’re so lucky, Vinnie. Yeah, honestly I don’t know what I did to deserve her.” He read a comment off chat.
“It’s a forever thing. Yes, it definitely is! It’s me and you forever, Y/n. You’re stuck with me.” He twisted on his seat and put a hand on his cheek while chuckling and wiggling his brows.
“I’ll gladly spend this lifetime and another with you, my love.” You typed while just looking at his contagious grin on screen, the smile lines around his eyes and mouth evident. It’s true though, it’s like you found each other at the right moment, and everything just sort of fell into place for the both of you. You weren’t looking for love when you guys met at that grocery aisle and I guess that’s the best kind of meet-cute there is?
“Bro she’s your sugar mommy.” Deny said through the screen and Vinnie just laughed.
“Hell yeah, she’s my sugar mommy, my sugar baby, my baby girl, my best friend, my future wife, everything. I don’t care!” He said while throwing his hands up as if surrendering.
“I should call her.” Deny sighed and the both of them just laughed.
“Put a ring on her then. I dare you. Yeah, dare me again in like a few months, years, I don’t know when but I will.” He pointed at the screen, all the while you were just watching him with a huge grin on your face.
“No, because you guys don’t understand. She makes me happy and she inspires me to be a better person for myself and for her cause I’m afraid I’ll lose her if I don’t become the man she deserves, you know what I mean? I love her so much it scares me sometimes actually. Like maybe my love for her is as big as that Ikea bear or I don't know maybe twice as that.” He confessed as if he was lecturing the chat while still focused on the game.
You were finishing up your homework when you decided to FaceTime him, coincidentally he died on game. He picked up after the second ring and when he came to view, you said: “Say it to my face, Vincent.” You tried to act mad but it was useless when his smile’s the first thing you see.
“Come over then.” He smirked, proud of his suggestion.
“No, I wanna hear it now. Say it again.” You demanded but failed.
“Nope.”
“Ugh, fine I’ll come over later. Chat we have a simp!” You shouted over the phone hoping they heard you.
“You’re a simp, you’re clingy as hell. You twitch in your sleep.” He fired back. You gasped because he didn’t just expose you like that.
“You’re one to talk, Vin. You get up in the middle of the night to pee.” Two can play this game.
“Okay, whatever. You win.” He sighs, acting all irritated. He wasn’t though, secretly he loves to see you amped up like this because most of the time you were shy and non-assertive.
“Hera doesn’t love you.” You knew this would make him gasp and you were right. The chat was booing Vinnie for being a bad cat dad and although it wasn’t true, which everybody knows, it was still funny to see him all offended.
“Okay enough! My cat loves me, mine.” He showed off his big hazel-brown eyes at you to taunt you but you weren’t budging. He loves to shove it in your face how Hera’s his and we all know you’re Hera’s mom but we also know who will get custody if you guys ever break up. Hopefully, you won’t. Cat’s too precious to have divorced parents.
“Cat come here!” He picked Hera up from her tower making you jealous because you wanted to cuddle with her more than your own boyfriend.
“See? She loves me.” He said as he laid her down to the floor.
“Fucker.” You were about to hang up when he called for you.
“Wait, Y/n! I’ll say it later but uhm yeah in all seriousness though, you’re what I’ve been praying and waiting for. You’re special to me.” He sheepishly smiled at you, completely forgetting about his stream which was bawling their eyes out.
“Aww! I love you, Vin-…” You began to say while gushing at this sudden affection but he cut you off.
“Too bad you eat mayonnaise.” He abruptly said. You shouted for his name but he ended the call immediately, not wanting to get in trouble for exposing you. He burst out laughing at his silly attempt. Like a fucking middle school boy that joked in class even if his friends were the only ones that found it funny. In fairness though, his laughter is contagious because you couldn’t help but laugh as well, even if you were annoyed at him.
After a while, you arrived at Hype with middle eastern food for the both of you because you knew well that he hadn’t eaten yet and it was already 10:00 pm. Although you ate already, you were particularly craving some chicken shawarma, samosa, and flatbread. To be honest, it was more for you than for Vinnie.
You knocked on his door and he faintly said come in. He saw you and smiled widely but didn’t bother to stand up because he was still miraculously alive in Valorant. “Hello, my love.” You came up to him and hugged him sideways and kissed his temple, to which he leaned into.
“Hello, Y/n. Are you done with school works?” He looked up at you and asked as you nodded, his big doe eyes sparkling thanks to the bright screen. You started putting out the food you brought as both of your mouths watered.
“Chat we got middle eastern food!” He abruptly shouted which made you jump. He brushed your forearm in comfort because he knows how jumpy you always get and yet he still does it. It’s entertainment to him at this point.
He got up and got you a seat so you could eat together on camera. Your boyfriend was eating in between deaths while you were sitting back focusing on your shawarma. Vinnie couldn’t help but let out a little laugh at how focused you were on your food. “Look at how she’s eyeing that shit.” He said while looking at you through the monitor. That’s another thing he always does: just look at you while eating your food. It’s mesmerizing to him because you look at food with more love than when you look at him which is partially true.
“Mhmmmmm, yummy?” He said as you were about to take a mouthful. You stopped and glared at him.
“Yeah, it tastes better than you.” You smirked and he got caught off guard.
“Ayo! What the hell?” He asked in shock. You just slapped his arm and threw your head back in laughter.
“I’m kidding, babe. Both are delicious.” You said nonchalantly while biting into your food.
Vinnie shook his head in embarrassment from his suddenly confident girlfriend. “I apologize, she’s usually not like this.” He said in an English accent. You began to wonder why you said yes to your goofy boyfriend.
Another hour has gone by and the both of you were finished with your meal. You laid on his bed and pet Hera who was on your stomach. Vinnie glanced back at the both of you and adjusted his camera so chat could see your shenanigans. You noticed and carried Hera and walked towards him, using her paw to pat his head. He just broke into a smile and continued with his game. When she broke from your grasp, you sat beside him again.
“Vin?”
“Yes, my love?” His head tilted to face you but he didn’t move his eyes away from the monitor.
“Do you want me to cook for you tomorrow? What do you want?”
“Hmmm let me think.”
“I can cook you chicken alfredo. You want that?” You asked while gently stroking his nape to relax him.
“Well… it’s-hmmm. No. You see, Y/n…” He started off and you visibly tensed up.
“You don’t like my cooking?” Your lips pouted as if you were gonna cry.
“No, baby. It’s not that.” He chuckled.
“Then what is it, Vinnie?” You asked warily. By now, your mood was shifting because of how sleepy you are.
“I like your cooking, it’s just that I would rather cook with you than you cook for me.” His words calmed you down.
“Oh. Okay! I guess that works too, bubby.” You stood up and kissed his cheek.
“Goodnight, Y/n/n! I love you.” He shouted out because he knew you slept at this time plus the fact that you were grumpy.
“Goodnight, Vin. I love you.” You trailed off while making yourself comfortable on his bed.
After a few more hours he was still streaming and his scream woke you up from when he lost at Valorant. “Vinnie!” You screamed and threw a pillow at him which hit his head.
“Oops, sorry baby girl.” His apology was useless because he did it again. You got up from the bed and dragged your feet towards him as you laid exactly on him to shut him up. You snuggled yourself closer to his neck while you were sideways, your back was supported by his right arm that was gripping the mouse.
“Okay, now I really can’t scream.” He chuckled and it vibrated through his chest which you were palming. You just hummed and gave a faint smile in response and fell right back to sleep.
“I meant what I said you know. I’ll marry you someday, Y/n. You’re too good for me sometimes but I’ll try every day to be deserving of it. Can’t believe you put up with a cornball like me.” He quietly said as he kissed your forehead.
“Simp.” You softly slapped his chest and snuggled a little more closer to him now completely falling asleep. His warmth and just him in general never failed to make you deeply fall asleep. His vanilla scent filled your nostrils as your breathing mimicked his steady one. Vinnie felt your body relax as he gently leaned his head on top of yours. He might sound like a broken record but he’s absolutely-head-over -heels-madly in love with you. He really wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Author’s Note: this is so empty buy yay subathon fluff! Sorry if its mainly dialogue hehehe reqs r closed for now btw :( mwah
Summary: Just a blurb that’s only dialogue that I typed out of the blue a while ago. Don’t know if I’ll ever use it in a fic so here I am publishing it!
Warning/s: None, fluff
Word Count: ~360 words
Song Suggestion/s:
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“What do you do?” Vinnie asked, looking over at me from the passenger seat.
“I go to university. And I’m a florist…well I take that back. I work at a flower shop.” I glanced over at him.
“Really? So you must be desensitized to flowers?”
“No, not at all. If not, I love them even more.”
“That’s nice. So what’s your favorite flower?”
“I like so many but I really love Hydrangeas…but they’re a pain to grow and arrange.”
“Do you judge other people’s arrangements?”
“Never. I like to think each and every arrangement is beautiful in its own way.” I smiled at him and his attempts to get to know me better.
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The door chimes and Vinnie and his friends enter the shop. “Hi, I’m here to get flowers.”
“Sure. Do you have anything in mind?”
“Hydrangeas. Like this.” He shows me a picture off Pinterest of an arrangement.
Picking flowers, I stumbled across the hydrangeas. “Nice choice.” I commented.
“Thanks, this girl I like really likes them.”
“Are those your friends?”
“Yeah.”
“They’re staring.”
“They’re weird like that.” He shrugs and ignores the many eyes on us.
“I suppose you’re just like them given you all hang out?”
“Nope. I’m cooler. I buy my girl flowers.” He proudly sighs.
“Your girl, huh? Must be a lucky one.”
“I’m the lucky one. In fact, you might know her. She also works here.”
“No, it’s just me and my friend and she likes girls.”
“For the love of God, just kiss already!” Jett shouts from the couch.
“He said we should kiss.”
“Don’t you have a girl that supposedly works here? You might get caught.”
“I don’t think she’ll mind.” He inches closer to me.
“Sorry, I can’t kiss you. We’re not keen on kissing customers.” I put my hand on his chest to playfully stop him.
“Aww then I guess I have to cancel my order.”
“Well, I wouldn’t like that. I guess I’ll let it slide. Maybe we can kiss after all.”
I placed a sweet kiss on his lips and pulled away, the both of us smiling after. “C’mon, you have to make your girl, the one that works here who likes hydrangeas, flowers.”
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Author’s Note: Haven’t written in a while so here you guys go! It’s giving crumbs… Also! I have a few reqs flower related from before so maybe watch out for that?
I don’t hold authority or anything but I do have quite a lot of followers and I felt like this needed to be said: be kind. That’s it. Be kind to one another, to content creators here, or to literally anybody that you’re lucky enough to interact with.
Sending hate on anon is a cowardly thing to do and it makes the person receiving it feel shitty to the point where they don’t even want to open the app anymore. A lot have taken advantage of asking on anon that they feel they can say the most vile shit to someone and go on about their day as if they didn’t just cause emotional damage to another human being. Think about that, will you? How mean-hearted can one be to send shit to someone that they’re now left with the responsibility to deal with what you just said?
Vinnie Tumblr isn’t how it it used to be, haven’t you guys noticed? Old bloggers don’t even post anymore because this space has become so awful for them. I would like to assume they also got mean anons on their ask box that they didn’t feel the point in opening their blogs anymore because that’s the first thing they see: mean anons on their ask box and on their dash. Now who would feel motivated to be somewhere when that’s what you’re greeted with? And then people have the guts to ask why Vinnie Tumblr is so quiet.
I’ve said so much but hopefully you guys get the point. Don’t be the reason someone feels like ass. If you thrive off that then you don’t have anything to live for. I feel sorry for you. I know we all deal with a lot of personal shit and Tumblr may be an escape to that but somehow, someway, this turns into a bad place for them too. It shouldn’t be that way. This should be a place where everybody feels welcomed, safe, heard, and appreciated. Kindness goes a long way!
I hope this touches your hearts in some way and be reminded from time to time to be gentle and loving. I always say this but I’ll say it again! The world is cruel enough as it is, the least we can do is to be kind to one another.
Sending lots of kisses and hugs to my best friend, @vinschalamet! You make my days brighter.
