Regular facials and nail appointments, getting fresh flowers every week, seeing the best hair stylists, hiring a private chauffeur, girls spa weekends away, champagne with strawberries, ski trips with my love, the best skincare products and silk robes, morning swimming practices, studying multiple languages, spending time in my private library, bubble baths, expensive perfumes, baking classes. I love my life.
That relatable (older) Gen Z memory: when all the projectors and white boards got replaced by Smart Boards™ around like fifth grade and none of the teachers knew how to use them but they Had To Use them otherwise the school just wasted a bunch of money and it was a rlly weird transition
You’re hired by a delivery service that uses a time-machine to deliver parcels before they’re ordered. You spend most of your day arguing with the recipients.
yn and vinnie are friends and one night they’re drunk and start making out and he’s trying hard not to give into her because she’s never had sex before, so instead of giving in he just lets her ride him through his pants
Half A Virgin
smut. it’s a combination of this request and this one. a little bit of praise, some fluff, and dry humping. enjoy!
Vinnie stumbles out of his bathroom, patting his face dry of the cold water he just splashed on himself. He tosses the hand towel on his bed and looks around the room, confused as to where Y/n went. She was just here when he went into the bathroom.
He opens the bedroom door and examines the hallway for any sign of her but finds none. He turns back and scans the room until his drunken eyes settle on the door leading to his balcony.
The curtain doesn’t look out of place but unless she went downstairs, that’s the only other place she could be. He walks over, reaching above his head to pull the curtain back and slide the door open. When he steps outside, his heart drops and he gasps.
“Y/n get down from there!” He insists with wide eyes. She’s standing on the wall, practically teetering on the edge of it with her arms out like she’s trying to take flight. Her hair whips in the wind and she sways slightly as she tries to keep her balance.
She carefully turns her head back to look at him and sees the worry on his face and she laughs. “Have you ever done this?”
“No! I haven’t,” he says, moving toward her and holding his hand out for her to grab. She shakes her head, declining his offer.
“Why not? It’s amazing,” she says.
“Because it’s a 15 foot drop to the hard ground! Come on, get down,” he keeps his hand extended. He thinks about just grabbing her but he’s afraid that’ll only knock her off balance and make her fall.
“I bet this is how Jack and Rose felt in that one scene in the Titanic.”
“Do I need to remind you how the movie ends?”
She laughs, shaking her head then looks at him for a moment before speaking again. “Be my Jack.”
“What, you want me to die for you?”
“No! I mean like… the romance part,” she giggles.
“Y/n please just get down,” he says sternly.
She sighs and slowly drops to grab the ledge. He grabs her waist tightly as she climbs down, and as soon as her feet hit the ground, he pulls her against his chest and walks her backwards inside the house, shutting the door behind them.
“I can’t believe you! You’re insane,” he scolds her, not out of anger but of fear. “You’re way too drunk to be doing that, it’s a miracle you didn’t fall.”
She lays her head against his chest. “I’m fine, Vin.”
“No… you scared me,” he says softly, running his hand over the back of her head.
She purses her lips and pulls away from him, looking up with a pout. “You never answered me.”
“About what?” He asks.
“I asked you to be my Jack.”
He playfully rolls his eyes and chuckles as he walks past her, sitting on the edge of his bed. “Would you come back for me in a sinking ship if I were chained to a pipe?”
She smiles and clasps her hands behind her back, rocking from her heels to her toes. “I would,” she says. “I would even make room for you on that floating piece of wood, unlike Rose.”
“Dedicated,” he laughs. “Yes, I’ll be your Jack.”
His words give her butterflies and she smiles as she walks over to him, standing between his legs. She brings her hand to his face, running her thumb over his cheek.
Her touch catches him off guard. It’s pleasant but he’s unsure how to react to it. It’s unlike her to be physical with him, she usually keeps her hands to herself.
She’s just as surprised by herself as he is, though. She’s never this bold, always too nervous to make the first move no matter how badly she wants someone. But right now, she’s tipsy. And the alcohol combined with the fact that she really likes Vinnie is making it hard to say ‘no’ to her urge to be near him, to hold him, to touch him, to do what she desperately yearns to do when she’s sober.
Before she can stop herself, she straddles him quickly and easily. Too scared to make eye contact or gauge his reaction, she puts her lips right to his neck, pursing them just enough to leave a small kiss that could probably be mistaken for a simple brush against the skin.
His arms instinctually wrap around her waist and his body relaxes against her. The feeling is welcome and comes naturally, as if they’ve done this a thousand times before.
“Y/n…” he says just above a whisper.
“Yes?”
“What’re you doing?”
“Do you not like it?” She asks softly, kissing his neck again but with a little more pressure this time.
“I mean,” he sighs, trying to keep control over his body as the lower half of him quickly starts to take on a mind of its own. “I do.”
It’s a relief to hear him say this and it gives her just enough confidence to pull away and look into his eyes with the most innocent expression she can find within herself. “Do you like me, Vinnie?”
“Well, of course,” he says.
“I mean like… do you like me, like me?”
Those words grab his attention, almost clearing his mind of the inebriated daze he’s been feeling for the past two hours. His smile fades and a more serious look consumes his face.
Did she really just ask him that? They flirt, sure, but he always figured it was just for fun, never allowing himself to grow hopeful over the way they interact with each other.
He swallows, taking a moment to find his voice again through his excitement. “Yes.”
“Do you want me?” She brushes her lips against his, feeling amazed with herself at how forward she’s able to be with him right now. It’s almost empowering in and of itself, prompting her to keep going.
His breathing becomes shallow and quick, every beat of his heart filling the growing erection in his pants as she grinds her hips lightly against him. This moment is one he’s dreamed of often but never pictured it happening like this - intoxicated and so suddenly.
He nods his head eagerly. “Yes,” his voice is almost breathless.
“I want you too,” she pulls away just briefly enough to think about her next move. She wants to kiss him. Properly. She wants to taste him; taste the slightly bitter alcohol on his breath. So before she allows herself time to change her mind, that’s exactly what she does. She presses her lips against his and god, it’s like the rest of the world just turned black and disappeared for both of them.
The way her warm, soft lips wrap around his almost drives him over the edge to insanity, making him have fight the urge to try to climb inside of her to live forever.
They may have a bit too much liquor in their system right now, but this first physical connection between them has them under the influence of a much stronger force.
His tongue runs across the crease between her lips, begging for her to let him into her mouth and she doesn’t waste a moment to grant his request, opening just enough to deepen their kiss and brush her tongue against his. Her hands wrap themselves up in his hair and she pushes her chest as close to his as possible.
Moans that are so quiet he’d barely know they were there if he didn’t feel them vibrating his lips come from her throat, pulling a deep groan from his own. He wraps his hands under her ass and stands, keeping her against him as he walks to the head of the bed and lays her down gently, making sure to not let their lips break apart any more than necessary.
He climbs on top of her, kissing his way across her cheek and down to her neck, stopping just above her collarbone to suck. He hums against her, encouraged by her legs wrapping tightly around his waist as her hips buck up to meet his.
All of this was complete and total bliss until the sharp and sudden remembrance of what she told him last week rings loudly through his mind - she’s a virgin. And he can’t take her like this. Not in this state of mind they’re in. Not if she’s a virgin.
A louder groan leaves his mouth as he pulls together every single last ounce of self control to peel himself away from her and lay down beside her. He stares at the ceiling, thinking about anything bad or gross to get his mind away from the painful straining of his cock against his sweatpants.
She turns to look at him, brows drawn together in confusion at why he decided to stop so abruptly. “What’s wrong?” She asks.
“We can’t. You’re a virgin. And you’re drunk,” he says, careful not to move his eyes from the ceiling.
She shakes her head and quickly straddles him again. “I want it, though. I want you. I want you sober, I want you now. Please…” she grabs his hand, bringing it to her mouth and kissing it softly.
Her words make him weak but he sighs and wraps his free hand around her outer thigh. “I can’t. I want to. I want to so fucking bad, but I can’t when you’re drunk. I like you a lot, though. So if you still want to when we wake up tomorrow, we can.”
“I’m horny now, Vinnie,” she tilts her chin down and looks at him through her eyelashes.
Hearing her say that instantly brings back the erection he was working so hard to kill. He cups her face, pulling her down to him again and kissing her.
Their lust builds over several more minutes and she starts to grind her hips down, spreading her legs apart to get whatever friction she can against her clothed core. The feeling is unique and exciting for both of them but he can’t allow it to continue and he finally finds the will to turn his head away, deflecting the next kiss she tries to lay on him.
“Y/n,” he says with a raspy voice.
“I’m horny, Vin. I can’t stand it, I want you,” she whispers against his ear, sending intense chills through his body. He starts to lift her up again to move from underneath her when an idea comes to his mind.
“I can’t touch you,” he clears his throat. “But what you were just doing felt good.”
“It did,” she nods in agreement.
“So, if you wanna keep doing that... But I’m not touching you.”
She pulls away and looks down at him, her hair falling to either side of his face like a curtain shielding them from the rest of the world. She thinks about his proposal for a moment and then laughs quietly. “That’s such a high school thing to do.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, it is. You don’t have to, but uh… if you want relief tonight, it’s the best I can give you.”
She nods her head, eager to take him up on his offer. “So, I should just… kind of grind on you, then?” She moves her hips like she was before.
“Mhmm,” he nods. “Do whatever makes you feel good.”
“Whatever makes me feel good?”
“Yes, baby,” he says sweetly, tightening his grip around her waist.
“Can I take my pants off?”
He exhales and thinks for a moment. “Just your pants, leave your panties on.”
She smiles and quickly moves off of him. “You too?”
“Mine stay on, baby.”
She pouts, ready to protest this but decides it would be best to not push her luck. She silently removes hers pants then her hands grip the bottom of her tank top. “My shirt?”
“You can take it off, but leave your bra on.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
She pulls it over her head and instantly blushes, realizing how exposed she is right now, but she’d be so much more shy if it weren’t for the way his eyes are looking over her body, telling her without speaking just how much he wants her and destroying any bit of insecurity she has.
She swallows and looks over his body. “Your shirt?”
He bites his lip and hesitates at first. But he figures it won’t do much harm, it just his shirt. He sits up, taking it off. “That’s all, though.”
Her breath catches in her throat looking at him and she smiles. “You look damn good.”
He laughs and opens his arms, inviting her back on top of him. “You look damn good. Absolutely stunning, pretty girl,” his sentence breaks off in a moan as she climbs over him and presses her lips to his again.
She doesn’t hesitate to get right back into what she was doing before, but this time the lack of excess fabric between them intensifies her pleasure.
She grinds up and down, trying to find the perfect spot to rub against him. After a few moments, she finds it and when she does, a wave of pleasure washes over her so strong she gets goosebumps over her body.
His hard cocks lays nearly flat against his stomach in his pants, massaging her clit just right and making her throw her head back and plant the palms of her hands firmly against his bare chest.
“Fuck, Vinnie,” she moans softly. He wraps his arms around her back, pulling her body close to his body again.
The tantalizing sensation of her skin against his, but not fully, is utterly exquisite and he’s surprised at how good this feels, never expecting that something so simple could feel so good.
“Feels amazing,” he moans along with her, pressing his lips against her neck. “Making me feel so good and you’ve barely touched me, baby.”
His hands wander down her back, smacking her ass before gripping it tightly. Louder moans roll out of her as she picks up the pace and his hands pull her down, adding more friction and more pleasure and it doesn’t take long before her climax starts to cloud her mind.
“Mmm.. I’m gonna cum,” she whines, gripping the pillow beside his head.
“Cum, pretty girl,” he thrusts his hips against her as his cock twitches in his pants, almost over the edge himself.
“Oh!” She moans as her high washes over her, making her tighten and relax over and over again. She can feel the wetness soak through the thin fabric of her thongs, surely leaving a stain on his gray sweatpants.
The look on her face alone is enough to send him straight into his own climax, the warmth of his cum against himself only adding to this sensation as his cheeks go red with pleasure. She falls into his chest, breathing heavily and feeling lightheaded. Her first experience of that kind.
After she finds her breath, rolls over to lay next to him and laughs a little. “So… am I technically still a virgin? Cause I don’t feel like one anymore.”
He laughs. “I think you are. Right? I mean, I didn’t touch you. You could have been humping a pillow and done the same thing.”
She laughs louder and turns to face him. “Alright, I’m a half virgin.”
“I don’t think that’s how it works,” he smiles, bringing his hand to her face and kissing her forehead softly.
Hey babe! Can I request a blurb or smth where someone makes a comment body shaming the reader and they really take it to heart? This happened to me the other day and it’s rlly hurting😢 I tried on all of my clothes that I loved yesterday but rn I see something completely different in the mirror ugh. Anyways if u could help I would appreciate it sm🥺 vin comfort is the best🤍🤍
𝗶 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴
𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: vinnie hacker x fem!reader
𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: vinnie’s girlfriend takes some comments about her body, to heart.
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: swearing, body image/insecurity and fluff
𝗔/𝗡: this is open ended for any body type! it’s plus sized and anor3xic friendly ♡︎
i love you so much and i hope this helps. you are perfect just the way you are <3
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{rambunctious, uptight, wacky}
when you arrived at the hype house, you weren’t expecting to see anthony, jordan, and quinton to be sprawled out on the ground of the living room with remote-controlled cars zooming everywhere. you dodged the multiple toy cars that came speaking towards you, used to their antics.
“what the hell are you guys doing?”
“quinton got us cars.” anthony laughed, getting off of the ground and grabbing his stuff to leave. as he left out the door, he said goodbye to you and gave you a small hug.
“vinnie, y/n is here!” jordan shouted, continuing to play with the rc car. kouvr and alex walked down the stairs with the camera rolling, causing everyone to focus on them.
“say hi to the vlog!”
“Y/N’S HERE?!” vinnie bursted through the hallway, alex’s camera filming his whole reaction. he noticed the camera and rolled his eyes before grabbing you and picking you up to give you a kiss.
“hi.”
“hi!”
“i’ve been waiting for you to come.” vinnie muttered, his forehead up against yours and the two of you smiling.
“ah, yes. i see from all the rambunctiousness.” you laughed, feeling vinnie’s hands run down your body and give your ass a small squeeze, his neck nuzzled in yours.
everyone put their focus on the vlog and continued out of the room, jordan and quinton leaving with the rc cars. y/n made her way upstairs to vinnie’s room. not living together really sucked, but you understood how big of a deal being at the hype house was for him. you were busy with your own job but always made the time to see him. you’d often sleep at the house for a day or two a week, and sometimes vinnie would come with you and stay at your place. the point is, even though you didn’t live together, you still saw eachother pretty much daily.
vinnie was on his pc and you were sat on his bed, taking selfies. you liked taking pictures with the mural in his background and his game setup. it always made a picture better to you. vinnie wasn’t gaming so his headphones were off, and instead he was just editing clips of an anime he rewatched. you saved a couple selfies and posted one on snapchat.
you looked up to see vinnie turned around, his back still towards you. “what?”
“you just look so hot today.”
“oh, stop it.” you scoffed, jokingly while you tried to hide how flustered you were.
“i’m serious! i love when you wear tank tops and skirts.” he turned around, typing on his keyboard. “it’s fucking sexy.”
you looked down over your outfit, analyzing the graphic tank and the plain black skirt. you normally didn’t dress like this, but you felt confident knowing that you would be seeing vinnie today. while he continued working on his computer, you went through your instagram feed.
“hey, can we watch that new disney movie?”
“what one?”
“the columbian family one, encanto! it’s with the girl with the cute hair and the glasses—i don’t know much about it, honestly, but it looks so cute and everyone on my timeline is talking about it.”
“yeah! yeah, sure, let me just finish this real quick.”
you nodded and continued on your phone, a post from a vinnie fan page had popped up on your feed. it was a screengrab from a tiktok of vinnie dancing in a pool. it was zoomed in on you in the background, wearing a swimsuit and leaning against the wall.
confused as to why they posted it, you read the caption, and then the comments.
saw this in vinnie’s new tiktok. what do you guys think about her?
@ userone: ugh, no.
@ usertwo: she seems sweet and makes him happy 🤷♀️
@ userthree: why is he with a girl like that tho. she’s not even hot, look at her body bro..
@ userfour: @ userthree i know…
@ userfive: @ userthree she needs help, honestly. 🤢
you immediately felt your whole stomach drop. you got up on your feet and rummaged through vinnie’s drawers and pulled out a pair of sweats and a shirt. vinnie didn’t notice and continued editing.
you curled up in a fetal position on his bed and grabbed onto the skin of your stomach. those comments hit you right in the gut and now you couldn’t even look at yourself.
going onto your snapchat, you deleted the selfie you posted, feeling salty tears fall down your cheeks. you cried silently, not wanting vinnie to know. he specifically told you how things with this would happen. how dating him would have people on your back, constantly picking you apart and putting you down.
“alright!” he got up and jumped on the bed, grabbing your leg. “let’s watch some disney.”
you picked your head up, rubbing the tears from your face. “i don’t know, i’m kind of tired and wanna sleep..”
“are you crying?” his voice was delicate and sweet, the sound making your heart flutter. he was genuinely concerned and confused. sitting up, he moved around you and put your back to his chest, sitting on his lap.
“hey! what’s wrong?”
“nothing.” you shook your head and gave him a small smile.
“honey…” he broke eye contact too take in your appearance. “why’d you change?”
“i just didn’t feel pretty in it anymore..” you spoke as if it was no big deal, but he could feel the slight shaking and rapid beating of your heart.
“what happened?” he spoke, in total seriousness. he never stopping looking into your eyes, as if the answer was deep in your irises.
“do you—do you think that i’m…not healthy?”
“what?! no? why?”
“like…i don’t look weird or…unhealthy?”
“y/n, seriously, what are you talking about?”
“my body!” you whined, dropping your hands in frustration. you hated this conversation with every once of your being. you got off of his lap and looked at him.
“what about it?!”
“it’s not right!”
“what’s not right? are you in pain?”
“no! i-i don’t look like other girls do…” you started crying again, breaking down your exterior and letting it out. vinnie’s hands never left your back and he looked at you as if he was so concerned that it hurt him.
“of course you don’t! you’re y/n, you aren’t any other girl.”
“fuck vinnie, you know what i mean. i don’t have the fucking slim waist, big ass and big boobs thing that all the other girls have. i don’t have the ‘just right’ arms and the perfect legs. i don’t fucking have any of it and i’m not special and it makes me feel like shit.”
“who told you this?”
“i saw a comment on a picture—it doesn’t even matter, it’s always in the back of my head. how different my body looks next to other girls…” vinnie grabbed you by the base of your back and took you into his arms, letting you cry before speaking.
“y/n…i don’t ever want you to feel like this, and i know i can’t help much but i promise you, with fucking everything that i have, that you are enough. there’s nothing wrong with you body, baby. i LOVE your body, okay? you-you shouldn’t…feel like that..” he frowned, kissing you on the cheek. his hand was on your head and combed through the hair at your scalp.
“i love you.” you mumbled, hugging him and letting your chin rest on his back. you breathed in his cologne and closed your eyes, realizing how lucky you were to have him.
“i love you…i love everything about you.” he grabbed your chin and gave you a long and passionate kiss before rubbing his nose against yours. you hummed happily, pulling out your phone and reposting that selfie you took. you heard vinnie mumble ‘gorgeous’ when he saw your face on the screen.
“can we go see the movie now?”
“of course, baby. but only if you change back into your clothes..”
“fine.” you groaned, jokingly. stripping down in front of him as he grabbed his wallet and keys.
“oh, y/n?”
“yeah?”
“about that last part? how you aren’t special? well, i think you’re wrong. the girl sitting here, on my bed, in my clothes, is pretty fucking special.”
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