#Vinny Mauro fic

[collapsedglasshouses]

Like The Movies || Vinny Mauro x fem!Reader

PICTURE FOUND ON PINTEREST

SUMMARY: When Vinny and his childhood best friend Y/n jokingly decide to watch adult movies together, things escalate rather quickly.

WARNINGS: smut, MDNI, watching porn together, mutual masturbation, mutual pining, mentions of drug consumption, friends to fwb sorta, …

A/N: I wrote this last night, I don’t know where it came from… Maybe I’ll write another part. I don’t know yet! This is not proofread sorryyy

TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit @nerdraging4point0 @circle-with-me @tearfallpixie (i hope you dont mind me tagging you, i thought you would like to read this ♡)

Vinny was glad tour was over. Not that he didn’t enjoy it, he had a blast. But coming back home meant one thing for him. He would see you again. Vinny couldn’t remember a time where he hadn’t known you. Since he could remember, you were there. From kindergarten, where you beat up a guy that stole him a shovel while building a sand castle, to high school, where you were there for each other during the worst heartbreaks.

Even when he became the drummer for Motionless in White, you were there. You supported him through every life stage he was going through and it even came to the point where you bought the house next to his. You two were basically attached at the hip.

It was no wonder that when he was back in town, he visited you the second he had settled back in. There was this tradition, where to two of you would meet up, smoke some weed and talk about everything that happened during the time you couldn’t see each other. Nothing was out of the usual. Except… Everything was out of the usual this time…

It was a warm Saturday evening in July. The sun was slowly setting down and he had just come over to your house. Of course, it meant he would be here until late at night. As always.

Since the temperature reached their peak at this point, it was no wonder you only wore shorts and a crop top. Nothing Vinny hadn’t seen you in before, but this time he took a great notice in how good it actually fitted you.

As usual, you both had been smoking for almost an hour at this point and you were currently babbling about the most random shit that came to your mind. You enjoyed your time together as always. But you actually didn’t know how you got to the topic you were currently talking about.

“Oh, come on! You can’t be serious.” You exclaimed while handing him the joint. His cheeks were almost crimson red at this point. He was nervous. “You can’t tell me you really enjoy these overdramatic movies.”

“It’s not like I enjoy enjoy it, I just skip videos until I reach one that I can, you know, finish to.” He mumbled and let out a small giggle before he inhaled again.

“And you decided an old and corny eighty’s porn was the right choice?” You giggled and let your head fall onto the backrest of the couch for a second. It wasn’t unusual for you to talk about sexual events in your lives, considering you had gone through so much together, but hearing that he jerked of to something like that made you giggle almost uncontrollably.

“Oh, don’t make fun of me, I bet you watch that shit all the time.” He threw back at you, before putting the joint, or what was left of it, out.

“I’m not saying, I don’t watch porn, I’m just saying I try to keep my taste… Authentic.” You answered him honestly and shifted in your place for a second. Vinny did not miss how your crop top rode up a little and how it warmed his cheeks even more, but he decided to blame it on the drug running through his system.

“So, what’s authentic in your eyes?”

That’s when you noticed something changed. The energy in the room shifted. You looked into your best friend's greenish eyes and you noticed how they seemingly became darker. You knew he just wanted to tease you but something in his tone sparked your curiosity. Something in his attitude made you think he was genuinely interested in your taste in adult films; curious even.

“Should I show you?” You almost whispered, after contemplating your answer for what seemed like eternity. You thought about if it would make things between you and Vinny awkward but you ultimately decided against it. Nothing ever could make things between the two of you awkward.

You saw how his Adam's apple bobbed and you felt strange. There was this feeling in your gut, you couldn’t quite describe. A feeling you had never felt before when you were around him but you just blamed it on your not-sober state.

“Why not?” He mumbled quietly and you could have sworn how his gaze went to your lips for a second.

“Okay.”

Around twenty minutes later, you were gathered around your tiny laptop screen. You had finally decided on a movie to show Vinny but now that you were really sitting there, you were strangely unprepared and vulnerable.

A shaky breath escaped your lips, and you felt hot all of a sudden. There was something weirdly intimate about this thing. You felt dirty to some extent. You were about to show your best friend your taste in adult movies. You turned to face Vinny for a second, his gaze filled with an anticipating and curious expression.

“What if you find it weird?” You mumbled and his eyes immediately found yours.

“There is literally nothing about you that could surprise me in the slightest, Y/n.” He reassured you with a slight teasing tone. It took you a second to believe his words. But he was right. He knew everything about you. There was nothing weird about two best friends watching that stuff together.

“We can make a deal.” He then exclaimed and you blinked at him. “If we feel weird at any point, we just put it out and watch some dinosaur documentary or something.”

You laughed at the randomness of his media choice.

“What?” – “Dinosaur documentaries? Seriously, Vin?” Vinny smirked for a second before he lifted his hands in defends. “If you find it more comfortable, we can also sit in silence and stare at the wall.”

“No, no. You are right.” You exclaimed before holding out your hand which he took and shook lightly. “Deal.”

When you leaned down to load the video, you noticed how Vinny shuffles in this place. It felt like your heart was going to explode out of your chest.

Breathe, Y/n, breathe.

After a short intro that promoted the person’s OF the video cut to a couple in a bedroom. The naked guy was sitting on the edge of the bed, almost shaking in anticipation as the girl was slowly kneeing down in between his legs. Even though the video was filmed in third person, you could clearly see how she looked up at him through her lashes. Then she began to blow him.

You swallowed hard, not really knowing what to do. You sat stiff, not daring to look at Vinny for a solid minute. The only noise filling the room being the guy’s small moans and whimpers.

“Do you like when guys moan?” Vinny then asked, causing you to look at him with a surprised look on your face.

“What?” - “I-… I mean you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to but-…”

“Yeah… I-… I think I like it. When it comes naturally of course.” You mumbled and felt how your cheeks grew warmer.

You looked each other in the eyes for a second before he nodded slightly. The scene cut to him eating her out, their positions switched.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw that Vinny‘s eyes were completely glued to the screen. His eyes were wide. His mouth slightly open and he occasionally sucked his lip in to dampen it. You wondered if he enjoyed it.

You took a deep breath, trying to forget about Vinny sitting next to you, before looking at the screen again. They began fucking at this point. It was the first time you even noticed what watching porn was even like. You watched strangers chase each other’s high for your own entertainment.

You noticed the way the woman threw her head back as the guy pounded into her. She wasn’t fake-moaning, slight noises of enjoyment leaving her pink lips. Occasionally, there were words of praise exchanged between the two of them and you couldn’t help your mind wondering off again. You felt how your stomach started to heat up. You felt yourself shifting in your seat. You felt the way your mouth felt dry and you had to keep licking your lip to feel comfortable. The same way Vinny had to. You noticed how your nipples perked up slightly. How your crop top started to feel tight.

You were starting to get worked up and even though you put great afford into it, you couldn’t help but peak a glance at Vinny once in a while. His cheeks were tinted in a red tone and even though you tried not to, your gaze wondered to his pants. He was hard.

Your entire face and stomach went incredible hot at this sight, like you’d been suddenly standing in the hot summer sun. His hands that had become much more defined due to playing the drums so frequently, were laying on his thighs and he occasionally rubbed them against his black shorts like he was desperate to move them.

What shook you the most, though, was that you wanted him to move his hands.

You took a deep breath again, trying to calm your nerves. You couldn’t believe you just thought about your best friend masturbating next to you. You tried your utter best to lock those thoughts away but it didn’t even take a minute until your eyes settled back onto his figure. It intrigued you. He intrigued you.

You didn’t know how to ask him if he wanted to touch himself. You didn’t want to make it weird. But you desperately wanted to ease the tension in the room. You knew you yourself couldn’t hold back for much longer. Not that you didn’t have self-control but seeing him being so turned on by the movie, made you feel even more desperate.

Onscreen, the scene had totally changed a couple of times but you didn’t even notice one bit of it.

“Vinny?” You said, your voice sounding raspy. He made a quiet noise in response, almost sounding like a whimper. Fuck.

“You… I… I'm mean y-… You can…” You sighed before starting the sentence over. “You can touch yourself if you want.”

He swallowed and glanced over at you, looking at you for the first time since your whole dilemma had started. His beautiful eyes were dark and mirrored some kind of hunger, his cheeks flushed and you couldn’t deny how gorgeous he looked. “I-… I mean, you can too.”

“Yeah,” you gasped in response. “Yeah, it’s not weird.” 

With that the dam was broken. Any clear thought in your head that would have held you back even in the slightest, was washed over by how ridiculously turned on you were.

You took a deep breath before you fingers slipped past the waistband of your shorts. You were soaking wet at this point. For a short second you coated your fingers with your arousal before placing them on your clit. There was no going back. You began to circle your clit, chasing your high as you closed your eyes.

“Shit.” You slightly moaned and threw your head back on the backrest. Even though your common sense tried to ignore the presence of your best friend next to you, you couldn’t help but focus entirely on the fact he was there. You slightly looked at him again.

You were hearing him. Soft noises slipped past his lips, his hand slightly rubbing along his clothed erection.

“You don’t have to be shy, Vinny.” You breathed out, “I won’t mind.”

“Really?” He asked. You nodded quickly and he let out a relieved sigh. He leaned forward for a second and slipped out of his shirt, earning himself a surprised look of you.

“I don’t wanna wash it, I have just put it on before coming over.” He explained and you nodded with a sheepish smile, realizing what he implied. You tried to hide how you swallowed hard. You knew you shouldn’t have watched him. It was crossing the lines of what friends should and should not do, but you couldn’t help but realize how fucking good he looked.

He basically shoved his hand into his briefs to get some relief.

Onscreen, the girl gripped the sheets of the bed to hold herself together, while you realized your hand at grabbed the small blanket laying next to you, doing the exact same thing.

Your mind was racing. You didn’t know if you should blend Vinny out completely or let your thoughts win. It was like you needed him to be there and at the same time wondered if this would change anything. You knew this was wrong deep down, you knew this was crossing a line but then he made this noise. This sweet and soft moan that escaped his lips made your head go blank.

You peaked over at him and noticed his gaze was on you. On your hand that was between your lips. You were on fire, your chest heaving.

You knew both of you should have looked away, but you didn’t want to. You wanted to watch Vinny. You lifted your fingers to your lips for a second and licked them, causing him to let out a loader moan. You couldn’t do this anymore.

When you moved them between your thighs again and pushed them inside of you, you felt like Vinny was about to crumble into a million little pieces. The pace of his hand became faster and you couldn’t help but look at his member for a second. God, he was big.

As you curled your fingers to find the delicate spots inside of you, you feared this moment would be over any second. You wanted to stay like this for eternity. Watching Vinny get off to the scene of you doing the same. You loved how he looked.

“Don’t stop, Y/n.” He moaned out when he saw you slowing down for a second and that alone almost drove you over the edge. You didn’t know if it was your horniness but you wanted nothing but to kiss him. It felt like his whines and whimpers turned you into some sort of monster that craved him but right now you weren’t even clear enough to filter out your own thoughts.

The sight of Vinny with his member in his hand felt like an intense experience. The sort of experience that made you want to change your thoughts on life completely

“You’re so fucking pretty, Vin.” You moaned out, not holding back in the slightest. “I wish I could feel you.”

If it was even possible, his cheeks turned even more red. You felt your whole skin prickling. The movie in the background long forgotten. You were staring into each other’s souls at this point. If he hadn’t known everything about you at this point, now he definitely did. And so did you.

It felt like a long-awaited event when you finally reached your high. All the tension leaving your body in such immense waves you feared you would collapse. You moaned his name loudly as your head fell back in the backrest.

Then the moans fell from his lips. It almost felt like you would cum again when you saw him cum on his chest for a second, but you pressed your eyes closed for second to calm your thoughts.

You didn’t open them for a couple of minutes until the volume of the movie in front of you was turned down a little. You peaked through your eyelashes, seeing Vinny had cleaned himself and put his shirt on again.

You slowly leaned forward and stroked over your clothes, trying to smooth them out, in an attempt to drown out your incoming thoughts. You were hyper-aware of Vinny’s gaze.

“Everything alright?” You mumbled, trying to ease the tension between you.

“Yeah…” He mumbled and ran a hand through his hair. “Good movie… I guess.”

You didn’t really exchange any words, before Vinny sighed and mumbled. “I need to go home. Ricky asked if we would hangout on Discord after I get home from yours and I don’t want to leave him hanging for too long.”

You nodded, trying to gift him a small smile but all of the sudden you couldn’t look at him anymore. Not that you felt guilty or something, you just feared that those feelings would bubble up again.

“If you want I can call you afterwards and we can watch some dinosaur documentaries together.” Vinny then suggested and you laughed for a second.

“Yeah… okay.” You mumbled and put a strand of her behind your ear.

After that he quickly got up and left, leaving you with your thoughts.

After you cleaned up your living room and showered you quickly got ready for bed and awaited Vinny’s call when you realized he had texted you the second he had left.

Vin: god this was so hot

He was going to be your death.

DIVIDERS BY @saradika-graphics

[foliosriot]

LINGER ♱ CHAPTER ONE

vinny mauro x ofc (micah)

SUMMARY!!

micah is the lead vocalist of metalcore band, bonesmith. being a leading woman in the metal scene is not an easy job, but she has committed herself to making a positive change in the scene and proving to everyone how she and other women belong in metal. even if she comes off as a bit of a bitch. but her world is turned upside down when the drummer of her favorite band comes into her life.

WARNINGS!!

one joke about s*cking d*ck lol

TAGS!!

@concretenoah @circle-with-me @malice-ov-mercy @somewhere-diamond @iknownothingpeople @cncohshit (if you wanna be tagged in future parts, just let me know!!)

AUTHOR’S NOTE!!

bonesmith is kinda the equivalent to poppy, so poppy doesn’t exist in this universe. i love and respect her so fucking much and i would not intentionally disrespect her in any way shape or form. i’m not claiming her music as mine or anything of the sort. it is simply for this fic i promise. ok thank you <3

masterlist

Micah loathes interviews. They always ask the same questions, anyways.

What’s your inspiration behind your upcoming album?

Why do you care so much about keeping the metal scene safe?

Why are you such a bitch?

Well, they don’t ask that last one, but it is always implied, at least. And this interview is no different.

“What was the reason behind Bonesmith’s birth?” the interviewer asks. “Because I know you’ve stated in the past that you’ve always wanted to see a positive change in the metal scene and that Bonesmith was a way for you to kinda take that leap, so to speak. Is the band a stepping stone for that, or is it just an outlet for that change?”

Jesus Christ, here we go.

“Kaden and I started Bonesmith because we wanted to make music,” Micah begins, “y’know, it wasn’t like I was using it as anything but a creative outlet. Because this band is the only way I can be 100% vulnerable and honest. And I think that’s really important, like, having that connection with your fans and having a platform to talk about big issues on. I use that platform our fans have given us to talk about the bullshit in this music scene that needs to change for the better. And I’m not afraid to push that conversation, by any means necessary.”

“So are you not afraid to be perceived the wrong way by others, then?”

“Perceive me however you want, because I know who I am and what I represent.”

“And what is that, exactly?”

“A woman who is confident in herself.”

The rest of the interview flies by. Micah lets out a sigh of relief once she’s thanked the interviewer and left the small tent. Bonesmith is playing a festival and Micah has been doing interviews whenever the band isn’t performing. She wishes the guys could take her place for a while as she heads back to their trailer.

As she passes by the main stage, her fingers fiddling with the all-access page dangling from her neck, the song being played makes her pause. She steps away from the main thoroughfare and moves closer to the rail separating the foot traffic from the crowd before her.

Motionless In White is performing right now. Micah has never seen them live, and watching as they play Slaughterhouse is truly the highlight of her day so far. A small smile stretches her dark red painted lips as she continues watching.

She has always loved Motionless In White. They have been one of her favorite bands ever since she first discovered metal music. She’s met Chris a couple times and can say, without a shadow of a doubt, that he is one of the kindest souls she has ever had the pleasure of becoming acquainted with.

As for the rest of the band, Micah has never really met or talked to them. God, she would love to, but the times she’s stopped and talked with Chris was in between sets at different festivals. They’ve never hung out or anything. Schedule conflicts, she supposes.

To her absolute delight, Bryan Garris makes an appearance for the song. Micah and Bryan are good friends and have been for a long time. She can remember every single time she moshed in a Knocked Loose pit or got a bloody nose from getting hit in the face during one of their circle pits. Well, almost every time. There is that handful of concussions she chooses not to acknowledge.

Micah happily stays to watch the rest of the song. At the breakdown, where it’s just Bryan screaming, her gaze is suddenly stolen by the drummer. He’s yelling along to the lyrics as he waits atop his drum set. The way he head-bangs during the line “You won’t survive in the slaughterhouse, die”, gearing up to start drumming again, is distracting, to say the least. And he is just that — distracting.

That’s Vinny, she reminds herself.

She smiles to herself, clapping softly, once the song is over. She knows she has to get back to the trailer. Bonesmith’s call time is in a half hour.

But even as Chris is thanking Bryan for joining them on stage, Micah can’t look away. Her eyes are glued to Vinny, and it’s an apparent struggle to finally tear her gaze away from the drummer. She manages, but not without slight annoyance as she hurries away.

As she heads back to Bonesmith’s designated trailer, Micah makes a quick tweet before leaving that performance behind.

＠micahsbones: just watched motionless in white perform live for the first time. they are that band. always. you guys fucking rock.

＠micahsbones: vinny is an insane drummer, definitely one of my faves to watch live. you fucking killed it during slaughterhouse.

She shoves her phone away as she approaches the trailer.

Kaden and Weasley are lounging around, and Scott is nowhere to be seen. Micah’s eyebrows furrow at his absence.

“Where’s Scott?” she asks.

“Doing his pre-show bass check-up,” Kaden says from where he’s sitting. One side of his mouth is tilted upwards, his lip ring going with it.

Of course. Scott and his obsession with checking his bass before each show is a ritual in and of itself, so Micah can’t exactly fault him for being absent at this very moment.

Kaden meets Micah’s eyes. “Why’d it take you so long to get back?” he questions her. That stupid lip ring is still angled to the ceiling. “Interview booth was only a couple minutes away.”

Micah sends her brother a glare.

“I was sucking off Isaac Hale behind the panini wagon,” Micah snaps at him. “Turns out he loves a good steak panini after getting his dick deep-throated by one of his best friends. Go figure,” she adds with a shrug.

Kaden rolls his eyes with a dramatic sigh before switching his attention to his phone. Micah bristles at the action.

Ask unnecessary questions, get unnecessary answers.

A little while later, after Micah has downed an entire plastic water bottle and scrolled through her phone, the band is ushered out of their trailer. Bonesmith is going on soon and needs to be ready to perform. Scott has rejoined them by the time they make it to side stage.

Backstage, all four band members are hooked up to their mics and in-ears. Micah quietly goes through a few vocal warmups, simultaneously slowly pacing back and forth. Then someone is saying they’re on and the band huddles to do their pre-show ritual.

“Kaden, name one thing you’re grateful for today,” Micah says as they all put their hands together in a circle. Her phone buzzes from inside her pocket but she ignores it.

“Liquid Death iced tea,” he answers with a smile. “Wes, name one thing you’re grateful for today.”

“Watching Evanescence’s entire set,” Weasley says. He looks to Scott. “Scott, name one thing you’re grateful for today.”

“My new in-ears,” Scott proudly states. “Micah, name one thing you’re grateful for today.”

“Motionless In White performing Slaughterhouse,” she says. “Alright, on three. One—“

“Two—“

“Three—“

“Let’s rattle some bones!”

And with that, they all head for the stage.

The crowd screams when the four of them come in to view. Micah stands at the front of the stage, both of her hands grasping the microphone in front of her. Her heart is pounding out of her chest but she swallows down the nervousness rising from her stomach. She will never get used to this.

This crowd is bigger than she had anticipated, especially considering this is one of the side stages. But that doesn’t bother her as she hears the opening to new way out.

Anxiety eats away at Micah’s insides as she begins singing. The way the crowd screams the lyrics back at her eases those feelings, but not completely. That anxiety and those nerves will never vanish fully no matter how hard she may try.

Once their first song was complete, Micah stands at the front of the stage. She looks over the crowd with a fondness settling in her chest.

“Hi guys,” she says into the microphone. She catches her breath as the crowd yell and scream in response. “How are we feeling?”

The crowd goes crazy. Micah smiles back at them.

“Good. Good.” She bites her painted lip. “You ready to keep going?”

People scream to tell Micah they’re ready for another song. Her smile widens as she presents what the band is playing next.

After playing have you had enough? and Concrete, Micah once again stands at the front of the stage catching her breath. She loves to jump around and just perform while on stage. It helps to relieve anxiety and any remaining nervousness that may be occupying her organs.

She stands there for a bit, just observing the crowd. There are too many people to keep track of any bananas or look out for any faces in particular. She then brings the microphone back up to her mouth.

“Can you guys get a circle pit for me going please?” Micah asks in a sickly sweet tone. “Pretty please?”

People immediately begin moving and fulfilling Micah’s request. From her left, Kaden plays lowly on his guitar. His playing sparks excitement amongst the crowd and the circle pit spins faster. With that same tooth-rotting tone, Micah speaks once more.

“I want a bigger pit,” she tells the crowd. “A bigger, rowdier circle pit. Slipknot-level, please.”

Once the pit is large enough to Micah’s satisfaction, she addresses the crowd one more time, saying, “Are you guys ready? I don’t think you’re ready.”

Kaden reverberates a note on his guitar, letting the sound vibrate and sing through the speakers as Micah screams into her microphone: “Coward!”

The play through the center’s falling out, Anything Like Me, and a few more songs before their set is over. All four members of Bonesmith stand and take bow together. Picks and drumsticks are thrown into the crowd before the band exits the stage.

Mics are taken by stagehands and in-ears are taken out. Micah can feel sweat coating every inch of her body beneath her clothes, and the desire to shower is so heavy as she and her bandmates make their ways to their trailer.

The guys are talking about their performance when there is a buzz from Micah’s pocket. Her phone.

She retrieves the device and shock floods her system at the notifications waiting for her on her lock screen. Her heart stutters inside her chest.

＠chenzomauro: ＠micahsbones i am but a humble drummer 😌 thank you for the ego boost though

＠chenzomauro: ＠bonesmithband are insane performers, especially ＠micahsbones. if you haven’t seen them yet you need to 🤷‍♂️

thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed! likes and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

♱ foliosriot 2025

[concretenoah]

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last updated 04.18.24

[sitkowski]

this place is haunted ( vinny mauro x f!reader )

pairing: vinny mauro x f!reader

cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ mentions of sex work, rough sex, sex tapes, rough oral sex (m receiving), vaginal fingering, choking, face slapping, unprotected vaginal sex, spooky shit is happening (or is it?), character death (???), just trust me on this one.

word count: 2.9k

author's notes: so i found this on my drive, written for someone else but never given so i turned the oc into a reader insert. consider this an extra halloween thing. title comes from "undead ahead 2", divider by @saradika-graphics

this fic is being dropped into the queue!

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“I’m sorry, you want to what?”

Rolling your eyes in the mirror’s reflection, you turn around to look at your boyfriend. “You heard me.”

“I did hear you,” Vinny nods. “It sounds like you just told me you want me to rail you in a haunted house. On film.”

You can see the smirk on his face, knows that he’s just messing with you for the fun of it. He knows what you do for a living, and has never had any problems participating in it. “It’ll be good content for Halloween. And we don’t have to meet everyone else at the cabin until the day after tomorrow.”

“Babe, you don’t have to sell me on anything. You kinda had me at railin’ you—”

You laugh and slap at his shoulder. “I didn’t say it like that! I said that we should check out one of those abandoned locations and film a little something.”

“So it’s either my kind of haunted house,” his eyebrows raise. “Or yours.”

“Well I mean if you wanna invite Justin and Rick along, I’m sure I wouldn’t mind.”

“So you want a gangbang for Halloween?” Vinny hums thoughtfully, before shaking his head. “Nah, Rick’s tattoos are too noticeable and I kinda like the idea of being the only one you fuck on camera.”

You’ve been doing this for a while now, long before you and Vinny ever knew each other. Back then, it was just you doing solo stuff. He knew that you’d been posting stuff online when you started dating, he never once asked you to give it up. You were together nearly two years before he got involved with it. You always kept his face out of it, and it was easy for him to be anonymous when he didn’t have any tattoos. If the band knew, no one said, it was probably his best kept secret..

“I even got a very cute costume,” you say. You see the interest spark in his eyes.

“Please say slutty ghost,” Vinny crosses his fingers and you reach out to swat him again. He catches your hand this time, twisting it behind your back. “Hey now, be nice.”

“Or what?” you challenge, and he lets go of you only to slap your ass hard. “Ow, dick!”

“What do you think of going to Frick’s Lock? They close before dark, but I can get us in.”

The idea of filming a scene in an abandoned nuclear ghost town is pretty appealing, You can admit that. You’ve been there on one of the day tours and know that doing a night shoot could work, the place is just run down enough to give off the spooky, haunted vibe you want.

“You think we’ll see some ghosts?” you ask teasingly, knowing that despite the set up, it’s always a possibility. And both you and Vinny believe in that sort of thing.

“You never know,” he says, before slapping you ass again. “Okay, you find your cute little costume and get your shit together, I’ll set it all up.”

“Thank you baby,” you smile and kiss him. “You always give me the best presents.”

The drive into Frick’s Lock is silent and dark. You’ve got a bag with everything in it you need, and Vinny brought his camera and a few lights. Typically when it’s nothing but a couples scene, it’s just the two of you filming anyways. You’ve done this sort of thing before, filming in a location besides your apartment. But it’s the first time that you’ve chosen a spot so public, and for Halloween no less. Vinny’s hand slides over your upper thigh as he drives, and you bite your bottom lip in anticipation.

The place is creepy at night. You can admit that. You have to drive down a few thin, winding roads before they reach the small row of abandoned shacks. You didn’t ask how Vinny got you in here after closing. You didn’t need to know. You have a specific window of time you're allowed to use. When he stops the car and turns off the headlights, there’s just enough moonlight for you to be able to see to get into the building without using the flashlights on your phones.

It’s just one room that you walk into, the walls are grimy and moldy, the floor scattered with leaves and dirt. You know that some of it is for dramatic effect for the tours, but mostly it’s because whoever is responsible for the upkeep just doesn’t care. You sit down your bag and let Vinny work on the lighting so that they’ll at least be able to see, along with a handful of candles that you brought along. You take a picture of the room once he’s out of the camera’s view, so that you can post it on your social media to hype people up.

You show the post to Vinny before you make it, as always. Despite it being your thing, he always gets a say in things you post that involve him. Snagging your phone from your hand, he switches it over to the camera again. “Give ‘em a little peek, sweets.”

Your costume is in the bag, and you’ve got no problem changing right there. Outside, there’s a loud screech that makes both of you jump. Something moves past the window and you hear the flapping of wings. Just an owl, you assume. You take off your jacket and then your shoes, shirt and jeans, adding them to the growing pile.

The outfit you put on isn’t so much a costume, just a thin strapped short black dress and fishnets. You’d done your makeup and hair before you left the house, but you smear your eyeliner some, even though it’ll all be a mess later. You brought different boots than the shoes you wore in, and you let Vinny help you into them. He stays crouching down at your feet, fiddling with the camera settings before snapping the picture.

“Pretty little goth girl took a wrong turn in the woods on Halloween, hm?” he asks. You blow him a kiss before making the post and then passing the phone to him for the pov shots.

The only other thing you brought with you was a sleeping bag to toss on the floor so you don’t end up with splinters. He spreads it out on the floor for you.

A loud scraping rattle startles you both, and it’s followed by a low hum. Vinny gets up, glancing out one of the grimy windows. 

“Is there power here?” you ask.

“There aren’t any light switches, so I doubt it. Maybe it was a water pump or something for one of the other buildings,” he shrugs and takes off his own leather jacket, tossing it aside before setting up the camera in the right place.

Air seeping in through the windows makes the flames flicker ominously, but you ignore it. You give Vinny a look as you hit the button for the camera and he smirks, hooking an arm around your waist and hauling you against him. “Ready to play?” you ask.

“Trick or treat.” he murmurs before he kisses you, and you laugh against his mouth.

There’s no sound in the room but the hissing of the candle flames and the slick slide of your lips. Vinny’s hands grip your hips hard, bunching up the skirt of your dress a little. You moan quietly against his mouth, reaching between you to rub your hand along the front of his jeans. You can feel him getting hard for you and you flick her tongue against his as you squeeze gently. When he pulls back, he slips on the mask that he brought with him, usually you just film it from an angle where his face doesn’t show, but the room has no furniture and a lot of the both of you will be in frame for this.

The floor is not forgiving on your knees, and you can feel the wood snagging your fishnets as you kneel in front of him and wrap your hand over his belt buckle. When you raise your eyes to him, you’re met with your phone’s camera, and you bite your bottom lip.

“You're gonna be a good girl for me?” Vinny asks. His mask muffles his voice enough that you probably wouldn’t recognize it as his on film. 

You undo his belt and the button on his jeans, pulling the zipper down torturously slowly. You give him wide, innocent eyes. “I’m always a good girl.”

Vinny laughs and it makes you grin as you shoves his jeans down, followed by his boxers. His free hand winds into your hair as you take his cock into your hand, licking up the underside slowly before pulling back and taking him into your mouth. He moans quietly and you hum around him.  You take him deeper, letting him hit the back of her throat. The noises you make are obscene to your own ears, echoing around the room. Vinny’s fingers yank on your hair, moving your head back and forth for you. Tears slip from your eyes as you gag, grabbing onto his thighs to balance herself. you keep your eyes upturned to the phone’s camera, knowing that your face is already a mess.

Outside, there’s the sound of snapping branches and rustling. you pull off Vinny’s cock, coughing and wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand. “What was that?”

“Probably a raccoon,” Vinny shrugs. “Maybe a ghost.”

“Ha ha,” You roll your eyes. “Wanna invite the ghost in for a threesome?”

The hand still in your hair twists viciously and you whimper, trying not to smile. He lets go of your hair only to wrap his fingers around his cock, stroking slowly, tapping the tip against your mouth. You open up and stick out your tongue, licking him teasingly. You can’t see his face behind the mask or the camera lens, but you know the way he’s probably looking at you better than anything. Shuffling back a bit, you move until you’re kneeling on the sleeping bag, and crook your finger at him.

You sit back and spread your legs, the hem of your skirt riding up our thighs. Vinny kneels between them, giving you a little slap on the outside of your thigh as a sign for you to spread them wider. There’s nothing beneath your fishnets and his free hand slips between your legs, fingers teasing into you through the holes. You moan and rock against his hand, trying to get him to put his fingers deeper. But he’s just warming you up and after a few minutes, he pulls away. Ignoring your frustrated whine, he reaches up and slaps your cheek before pushing those fingers into your mouth roughly. 

You reach down and tear the fishnets open, Vinny moving the phone just enough to catch it. you can hear him laughing at you behind the mask, and you’d flip him off or say something nasty, but there’s that noise again outside.

“Seriously,” you mumble breathlessly, “I think something’s out there.”

Vinny turns the phone towards the window, “I don’t hear anything.”

Maybe it’s just your imagination. Maybe it’s actually some animal out there wandering through the woods. You’re the one who wanted to do this here. Ignoring the paranoia you feel, you spit on your fingers and reach between you, wrapping your hand around Vinny’s cock and stroking him. He brings all of his attention back to you, and you preen for the camera, eyes turned down to watch as you roll your hips down onto him.

He groans above you as he bottoms out, and you absently think of investing in some sort of stand for your phone because you want him closer like you can usually get him. Instead, you just hook one of your legs around the back of his thigh, and let him push you down flat on your back. His hand pulls at the top of your dress impatiently and you giggle, wriggling out of the straps, leaving the dress bunched around your waist. You bite down on your own tongue so you don't say his name.

His hand clamps around your neck, not squeezing, just holding you down, and you feel the sting of tears in your eyes. You grind against him harder, sharp noises escaping your throat when his thrusts get rougher. Even with the mask, you know that he’s waiting for you to either give him the signal to slow down, or to encourage him for more. You wrap a hand around his wrist, keeping him there.

A thud outside startles you both and you yelp, pushing up on your elbows. “Something is out there!” you insist loudly.

Vinny finally relents, pulling out and fixing his clothes. He saves your footage to your encrypted cloud and gets up, pushing up his mask and walking towards the door. You scramble up, hurrying to get back into the clothes you brought with you. The mood is decidedly ruined, and you walk around the room to blow out the candles before shutting off the camera.

When you follow him outside, it’s quiet other than the sound of crickets chirping. The temperature had dropped while you were inside, and the sweat had barely dried on your skin when you’d yanked on your clothes. Vinny walks around to the other side of the building and you trail him, stumbling a little in the tall grass.

“I told you, there’s nothing out here babe—”

His words cut off, turning into a wet, choking sound. All you see is him at first, until your eyes adjust more and you see the man in the mask standing there. Vinny’s body falls to the ground in front of him, and then you see the knife, covered in blood. You scream, stumbling backwards. Your eyes bounce from Vinny laying motionless in the grass to the man slowly advancing on you. His mask is similar to the one Vinny had been wearing, only it’s dirtier and something is etched into it. He tilts his head at you, wiping the blood onto the leg of his coveralls. You take one last look at Vinny, and you turn and run.

Your first thought is the car, but Vinny’s got the keys. Screaming for help was useless, but you did it anyway, trying to make a break for the road. But you know no one is out here, no one knows you’re out there. Vinny still had your cell phone too. Your Chucks slide in the damp leaves and gravel, but you can still hear him behind you. You know that the road is way too long and you’ll never make it. But you still have to try.

And stupidly, you turn back to look. He was right there and then you’re falling, tripping over your own two feet and landing hard in the grass. You try to crawl away, grabbing onto the nearest tree to pull yourself up. This guy is huge and he wraps an arm around your waist, yanking you up to her feet. you scream, long and loud, trying your best to get away but he’s too strong and your eyes catch on the bloody knife in his hand. 

Under your own screams, you think you hear laughter. You do, and it’s coming from the guy currently holding you. You stop struggling and narrow your eyes. you knows that fucking  dumbass laugh.

“Justin?” Reaching up, you grab at the mask and yank it away, revealing the familiar face. “What the fuck?”

He sits you back down on your feet, ruffling his sweaty blonde hair that had been pushed back. Over his shoulder, you see Vinny coming over. Looking down at the mask in your hand, you see the IX carved in the plastic. It’s Justin’s old mask he used to wear on stage.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?” you screech, smacking him repeatedly with the mask. He laughs and ducks away from you.

“It was his idea!” he protests, pointing to Vinny, who’s now close enough that you can see he doesn’t have a mark on him.

“Oh come on, you have to admit it was a little funny.” he says.

“I’m going to fucking kill you, Mauro.”

“Nice try babe, the knife isn’t even real.”

For some unknown reason, you don’t feel as angry as you know you should. These two dumb fucks just terrified the hell out of you. you thought Vinny was dead. That you were going to die. But you feel your rage subsiding, just a little. 

“Fine, whatever, you scared me.” you relent. “How the fuck did you even get here?”

“Ryan dropped me off like two hours ago,” Justin explains. “It took you a lot longer to catch on to me being out there than we thought.”

You narrow your eyes at him again. “Were you watching us fuck?”

Vinny cranes his head to look up at Justin. “You better not have been, that wasn’t part of the plan.”

“Ya’ll are fucking loud.” is all he says, and you slap him with the mask again before throwing it at him and trudging back towards the building to get your stuff.

“Wait, can I get a ride home with you guys? I never told Ryan to come back and get me.”

“You and Vin can ride in the trunk for all I care,” you mumble, enjoying the looks on their faces as they hurry to catch up with you.

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Movie Night

Pairing: Vinny Mauro x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Oral sex (male receiving)

Word Count: 3.1k

Vinny and the reader can't decide what movie to watch. Smut.

Vinny is a cuddly sub and no one can convince me otherwise.

It was late evening. Vinny was live on Twitch, drumming for his fans and having fun. Sometimes, you’d get on Twitch in the other room just to watch. You loved seeing him interact with his fans. He had such love and gratitude for them. Plus, he was funny, and he was always joking around with them. He was a loveable goof. You adored him more than you could put into words.

Tonight, you were once again watching his stream on your phone. Giggling at all his cute shenanigans. You were particularly moved by a sweet moment he had with a fan. They had told Vinny a personal story and he had the sweetest reply. He had also promised to give them a big hug at a meet and greet they were planning on attending. You were excited for them. Vinny gave the best hugs. He always held on tight and for a long time, ensuring the other person felt the love he was radiating.

You sat your phone to the side and listened as you folded laundry. He was wrapping up, you could tell. You heard him say his final goodbyes before the stream ended. You exited out of Twitch and got back to the task at hand. A few moments later, the bedroom door opened and there he stood.

“Hey babe, folding laundry?” he asked.

“Yeah, wanna give me a hand?”

“Of course,” he replied, making his way over, sitting on the bed beside you.

He picked up a pair of socks and got to work, “So the stream went well tonight. Did you see it?”

“I did,” you began, “Well, I watched most of it, anyway. I think I missed the beginning.”

“Oh, yeah? That’s fine. Had some technical difficulties at the start, so you didn’t really miss much.”

“Oh, what happened?” you inquired.

“I’m still not really sure, but somehow, I fixed it. Did you like what you saw?”

You folded a shirt and replied, “Of course, I always do. You know I love watching your streams.”

He smiled, “Yeah, well, I always try extra hard to put on a good show when I know you’re watching.”

“Well, don’t I feel special,” you joked.

He chuckled, “So, what do you wanna do tonight? Watch a movie? Play a game? What sounds good?”

You thought for a moment, “I’m not sure. What sounds good to you?”

“Hmm. Well, since we’re already in here, wanna just cuddle in bed and watch a movie?”

“Sure, that sounds great. Although, it always takes us like an hour or more to pick one,” you laughed.

He reciprocated your laugh, “That’s true. Well, we can still cuddle while we scroll through Netflix.”

“Yes, we can,” you smiled sweetly at him.

He smiled back. His smiles always made you feel warm and fuzzy. He was so cute and affectionate. You’d never known another man like him. You felt as though you were constantly having to pry yourself out of his grip. This man loved to touch you. He was a cuddler, through and through. Most of the time, you didn’t mind. You loved being held by him.

The two of you finished folding the laundry and chatted while you put the clothes away. Nothing too serious. Mostly just talking about Twitch and Motionless stuff. You finished your chores and made your way back over to the bed. You climbed up and took your normal spot, Vinny close behind. He grabbed the remote from the bedside table and turned on the TV. you cuddled up close to him, resting your head on his chest, while he wrapped an arm around you.

Vinny began scrolling through the movie titles, listing some off that might seem interesting. You weren’t really paying much attention, however. You were too busy being lulled by the feeling of his body beneath you, the smell of his clothes, everything about him. You’d think you would be used to the effect he had on you by now, but it still got you everytime. You softly rubbed your hand across his chest, content to lie here with him the rest of the night. You were more than happy to just stay like this. No movie, no nothing, just him. You didn’t care what he picked.

“Or, what about this one? This one seems pretty cool, right? Oh wait, I just read the synopsis, and it actually seems kinda dumb. Shit. Sorry, babe, I promise we’ll find something,” he said.

You closed your eyes, feeling the vibrations in his chest against your cheek when he spoke, “It’s fine, baby. Whatever you wanna watch is fine with me.”

“Yeah, but I wanna find something good that we’ll both like. There’s too many choices. It’s impossible to pick something.”

You sighed contentedly. You couldn’t care less what he picked, as long as you could stay like this. You listened to him rattle off different options, giving feedback on films he’d already seen or what he thought they might be about. You felt even more relaxed and comfortable the more he spoke.

“So, this one’s not that great, but it has Keanu Reeves in it, so that’s cool, right?” he asked, desperate to find something worth watching.

“Whatever you want, baby. I’m fine with anything.”

“Hmm. I don’t think I want that one, either. Fuck. Why is it so hard to pick something?”

You listened to him continue, still rubbing your hand on his chest. Without even being aware, your hand started to slide lower until you were lightly rubbing his stomach. You suddenly became aware of your hand placement and remembered that his happy trail was right below the part of his shirt that you were touching. You instantly became more alert. You loved the hair on his lower stomach. You loved touching it, so that’s what you did.

You slowly slid your hand under his shirt and began lightly grazing your fingertips across his abdomen, feeling the soft hair. He didn’t seem too fazed by it, this wasn’t the first time you’d done this. You barely processed what he was saying as he continued listing movies. You were now far more interested in touching him than any film.

You continued rubbing your hand up and down beneath his shirt, across his stomach and chest, wanting to feel as much of him as you could. He still didn’t seem to notice. You would make him notice. You lowered your hand until it was at the waist of his jeans. Slowly, you began to undo the button and slide the zipper down.

He chuckled, “You want something, baby?”

“Do you?” you asked back.

He shifted a bit beneath you. You thought you had begun to have an effect on him.

“Maybe…” he teased, “What did you have in mind?”

You leaned upward, meeting his face with your own, “I’ll show you what I want.”

You barely had time to acknowledge that his eyes grew wide before your lips were on his. You wasted no time in giving this man a long, sensual kiss, which he greatly returned. You felt his hand slide down to your behind, giving it a light squeeze as the two of you continued kissing. Long, languid, passionate kissing. You felt your head swim from the contact. The way this man kissed you always made you feel like you were on cloud nine. You couldn’t get enough of it. Normally, anyway. This time, you had other plans.

You leaned your head over and kissed his neck. Sucking gently, knowing his sweet spots and making him sigh. He squeezed your ass a bit harder. Your hand once again found its way to his pants and you slid your hand underneath the material of his jeans. You continued kissing his neck the way you knew he loved as your hand began to slowly rub his cock over his underwear. You heard him inhale sharply at the newfound contact. This went on for a moment, as you felt his cock growing harder beneath your hand. You took this as your cue to dip your hand below his briefs and rub his cock for real.

“Shit, babe,” he sighed.

You grabbed his cock in your hand and squeezed lightly, drawing a soft moan from him. You did this a few times, enjoying the feeling of him, hard and in your hand. You loved having Vinny in this position. It was safe to say that you were typically the more dominant one in your sexual relationship, though Vinny could take charge when he felt like it. He just enjoyed the feeling of being completely at your mercy, allowing you to do whatever you wanted to him. He got off on it.

You slid his pants down slightly. Enough to free his cock from its confines. It sprang upward, fully erect and dripping precum. You finally detached yourself from his neck and brought your face back to meet his. You leaned over him, looking down at his expression. His eyes were a little glossy, eyelids drooping slightly. His lips were parted and he was breathing a bit more heavily. You took in the sight of him. He was so sexy like this. You couldn’t resist giving him one last, slow, deep kiss. You pulled away and flashed him a sweet smile.

He returned it, “I love you, babe.”

You grinned once more, “I love you, too.”

Before he could say anything else, you grabbed his cock and squeezed it fully. Vinny’s eyelids fluttered shut and he let out a soft groan. You watched his expression as you slowly began to pump your hand up and down. He was in heaven, and you were too just from watching. You leaned in and kissed him again, sliding your tongue in his mouth as you continued pleasuring him with your hand. You swallowed his moans as you ran your tongue across his. Your hand quickened its pace as you gently bit his bottom lip, causing him to moan a bit louder. You were being slow with him. Deliberate. Teasing, almost, and he loved every second of it.

You wanted more from him, and you knew what you had to do to get it. You shifted on the bed, your face now level with his hard cock. He opened his eyes and glanced down at you, a flash of excitement in his gaze as he realized what was coming next.

You glanced up at him, watching his face contort as you lightly licked the precum off the head of his dick. You held out your tongue, letting him see the fluid resting on it.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

You smirked, loving the effect you had on him. You gripped the base of his cock firmly and took the head into your mouth, sucking gently, still teasing him.

Vinny tossed his head back against the pillow, “Damn, baby.”

You smiled around his cock, still sucking. You began to pump your hand slowly up and down his shaft as you sucked harder, still only entertaining his tip with your mouth. You knew it would drive him crazy. Good. This is what you wanted. You were in control, and he knew it. He didn’t dare try to tell you what to do.

Slowly, you began lowering your head and taking more of him into your mouth. Vinny’s moans grew louder and more frequent as you worked him. He loved getting head from you. You were so good at it and he was putty in your hands, well, mouth, every time you did it. You felt him begin to buck his hips upward into your mouth, unable to control himself. You took your free hand and pushed down on his stomach, stopping his movements.

“Oh my god, babe…” he sighed, eyes shut.

You laughed around his cock and the vibration made him shudder. You took this as your cue to start moaning around his length. He went wild when you did that.

“Oh! Fuck, sweetheart. God, that feels so fucking good. You’re so good, baby…”

You sucked harder and faster, your hand keeping rhythm with your mouth. You traced your tongue along his tip as you sucked and moaned, determined to give this man pleasure. You felt him tense up and you knew he was close, but you weren’t finished with him yet.

You took your mouth off his cock and looked up at him. It took him a moment to collect himself and realize that you had stopped, although your hand still softly pumped him.

“Mmm. Please, baby,” he whined.

“So polite,” you giggled, “Do you think you deserve to cum?”

He moaned as you squeezed him hard in your hand, “Yes…”

“Yeah? You think you’ve been good enough for me?”

“Yes…” he began, “Yes, baby. Please.”

You were riding a high watching this man fully submit to you, like he had many times before. It never got old. You could watch this man writhe and moan and beg for hours. Sometimes, you had. You wouldn’t torture him too long, this evening. You were desperate to see him cum. You just knew that if you had a little fun with him first, he would cum even harder.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” you cooed softly.

He groaned as your hand quickened once again, “I want you to make me cum.”

“Yeah? You wanna cum?

“Yes. Fuck…”

You dipped your tongue out and licked his tip yet again, feeling him shiver beneath you. You giggled, loving the reaction you got. You gripped his cock as hard as you could and moved it vigorously, causing him to moan loudly.

“Where do you wanna cum, baby?” you asked.

Vinny groaned and said, “Your mouth… I wanna cum in your mouth, baby.”

“Yeah? You want me to swallow your cum, sweetheart?”

“Fuck yes,” he hissed as your hand continued to stroke him.

“Beg for it,” you demanded.

You licked him once more as he writhed beneath you, “Oh, shit. Please, baby. Please make me cum. Mmm. Need to cum so bad…”

You smiled, “That’s my good boy.”

Wasting no time, you took him back into your mouth and sucked hard. Vinny cried out, grabbing your hair with both hands. He didn’t dare try to move your head though. He knew you would stop if he did. He was just latching on, desperate for something to cling to. You sucked and moaned as he whimpered, you knew he was getting close. You squeezed the base of his cock with your hand and lowered your head down so your lips met them. There wasn’t an inch of Vinny’s cock that wasn’t attended to.

“Oh, fuck, babe. Holy shit…” he whined, head still tossed back as far as it could go.

You moved your hand and took his full length into your mouth, feeling the tip hit the back of your throat. He involuntarily jerked his hips at the sensation. You moved your head quickly, bobbing and sucking and moaning. You were desperate to taste his cum, and you knew it wouldn’t be much longer until you did.

You moaned wantonly around his cock, trying to sound as slutty as possible. Your moans drove him crazy, even if they were muffled by his cock. Especially when they were muffled by his cock. His grip in your hair tightened so hard you thought he might pull some out.

“Fuck, baby. Gonna cum. I’m so fucking close,” his moans sounded more desperate, bordering on pathetic, which you loved.

You gave everything you had. Sucking him like your life depended on it. You moaned loudly around his cock and suddenly you felt Vinny’s cum shooting into your mouth, and down your throat.

“Oh! Oh, fuck. Shit,” he cried as his orgasm hit.

You continued sucking, ensuring that you pleasured him through his orgasm. You could taste him on your tongue and it turned you on. You loved when he came in your mouth. Mostly because of the way whined when he did, but you couldn’t deny you also loved the taste of him.

You felt his grip on your hair loosen as you slowed your movements. He was finished. You sucked one last time as you slowly slid your mouth off his cock. His semen still filling your mouth. You looked up at him just as he was opening his eyes to glance back at you. You gave a devilish smirk then opened your mouth, allowing him to see his cum on your tongue.

“Fuck, that’s hot, baby,” he groaned.

You swallowed his cum and opened your mouth again, showing him that you had taken it all. He grinned at the sight and reached out a hand for you.

“Come here, babe.”

You gladly slid back up and ino the position you were prior to your actions, resting your head on his chest once more. You enjoyed the feeling of his chest rising and falling raggedly, still trying to catch his breath from what you had done to him. He shakily put himself back into his pants and closed them up. You returned to lightly rubbing his chest with your hand, listening to his heart pounding beneath you.

Vinny, once again, wrapped an arm around you, resting his hand on the small of your back, “Shit. I wasn’t expecting that. Thank you, baby.”

You smiled as he kissed the top of your head, “You’re welcome.”

The two of you lay silent for a moment, both of you waiting for Vinny to collect himself. He rubbed softly at your lower back, sighing deeply.

“Fuck. I can’t even remember what we were doing before this,” he breathed out.

You laughed, “You were trying to find us a movie to watch, remember?”

“Oh, yeah. Thanks for distracting me,” he teased.

You laughed again, “No problem.”

“Well, there is a problem,” he began, “We still don’t have a movie to watch.”

“Vin, you can literally put on anything, I don’t care.”

“That doesn’t help me pick something!” he responded.

You grabbed the remote from beside him, “Okay, fine. I’ll pick something.”

“Wait, why do you get to pick? Shouldn’t we both get a say?” he asked.

“Babe, I just let you cum in my mouth, I think I’ve earned the right to pick the movie.”

He laughed, “Okay, that’s fair, but after the movie, I’m making you cum and then I get to pick the movie.”

You returned his laugh, “Okay, deal.”

You scrolled for awhile before Vinny rolled over on top of you.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“I’m impatient. I wanna make you cum, now,” he answered, “We can both pick something when I’m done.”

You smiled as he began to undo your jeans, “Okay, that’s fair.”

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You Move Like I Want To

Pairing: Vinny Mauro x Female Reader

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

Word Count: 3k

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

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

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

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

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

A few minutes later, your phone pings.

Vin 💕 loved an image

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vin 💕: You better watch it, princess.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vin 💕 wants to Facetime..

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

He calls back immediately.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

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

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

“Yes sir” You mewl.

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

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

“Open up.”

Opening your mouth, you stick your tongue out instinctively.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You couldn’t take it anymore though.

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

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

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

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

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

“Enjoying the view?”

You whine again, pouting around your fingers.

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

You nod, still pouting.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mhmm.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vinny’s head whips in your direction.

“You better watch it, princess.”

[ladyveronikawrites]

FROM AUSTRALIA WITH LOVE (Ricky Olson x Vinny Mauro)

Sara / @sitkowski sent me a picture that Rick took that sent me spiraling. I did mention to her that I needed Rick and Vin to get nasty with each other in the worst way possible. This is not that, this is very soft. (pic from vlog)

A true one -shot, unbeta'd - please enjoy [if you want these two getting nasty let me know<3]

Maybe it’s exhaustion making Rick’s brain a little fuzzy when he places the wine bottle on top of the Vinny's suitcase in the middle of the hotel room. Should he put it in the fridge? Probably. Yet, he considers opening the bottle, but something catches his eye. The lid of the bottle matches perfectly with the suitcase. His heart flutters in delight as he rummages through his bag for his camera. Something so simple can strike a moment of inspiration. 

Delirious mischief ignites his body into action. But before he can act on reckless abandon, Rick places his camera on the table behind him. 

Grinning wildly, Rick crouches by the suitcase while Vinny mumbles something that doesn’t quite reach his ears; his heart pounding loudly with excitement. Taking a slow and deliberate inhale Rick adjusts the lens and exposure before taking the shot. Bringing the camera close he examines the image on the preview screen and his breath catches. His eyes linger a little too long on the way Vinny rests casually against the headboard, neck hunched over with eyes glued to his phone and legs spread out wide unhurried to move anytime soon. 

“What are you doing?” Vin asks distracted, his eyes not lifting from the phone yet a hint of curiosity rings through his tone. 

“Nothing,” Rick smirks crawling between Vinny’s legs. He slowly lifts the hem of Vinny’s long sleeve shirt exposing his tummy. He lowers his face to be mere meters away from the soft flesh. He admires Vin’s inattention briefly before peppering kisses all over the drummer’s stomach. 

“What the he-” A giggle erupts from Vinny’s throat as Rick trails kisses higher up his torso. Swiftly, Vinny pulls the sweatshirt the rest of the way off completely and Rick sighs contentedly. Rick adjusts to straddle Vinny, his knees on either side of the drummer’s hips despite the unforgiving fabric of his skinny jeans. He doesn’t mind the discomfort if it allows him to be closer to his boyfriend. 

Rick can’t help himself when he tucks a loose strand of hair behind Vinny’s ear.

“Look at me,” he whispers pulling the phone from Vinny’s grasp. Rage flashes over the drummer’s green eyes if only for a second then they soften to a mesmerizing and tranquil forest green when he smiles. 

“You could use some tattoos,” Rick huffs a gentle laugh glancing down at Vinny’s bare chest. 

“You could too,” Vinny winks lifting Rick’s freshly tattooed hand to press kisses to each knuckle. The second Vinny stops, Ricky rests the same hand around the base of Vinny’s throat but applies no pressure. 

“You like seeing my ink around your throat.” Rick shoots Vin a wicked grin.

Suddenly, Vinny curls in on himself glancing away and responds shyly, “Yes.”

“Me too,” Rick whispers brushing his lips over his boyfriend’s square jaw. 

Time slows between the two as they share a brief intimate moment. They forget the hustle of touring life as long as can in each other’s embrace. This time Vinny leans in and tilts his head slightly to press his lips against Rick’s. It’s soft and tender and completely unhurried. 

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Am I fuckable?

Vinny Mauro x female reader

Kinktober day 23. Suit, blow job, quickie, masturbation.

-Vin? Are you ready?

You knocked on the door of your hotel room, waiting for your boyfriend who had been dressing himself for the past thirty minutes.

-Vin, we are going to be late. What are you doing in here?

Why did he need so much time to get ready? For fuck sake you guys were going to a wedding, not to the king's coronation. He didn't answer you but you heard him groaning through the door.

-That's it, I'm coming in. It's nothing I haven't seen already anyway.

Getting your spare card out you unlocked the door and entered the room. 

Vinny was standing in front of a mirror putting his vest on as he turned back to you.

-So, am I fuckable? He grinned at you, smoothing his smoking with his hands.

-What? I've been waiting for you, for half an hour I don't care.

You affaired yourself, looking for your clutch. Alright, not fuckable, he got that. Putting his shoes on, he threw away some tissue that he had kept in his hands. 

You went to pick up the item, noticing it was a tie.

-You don't want to wear your tie? 

He didn't answer, suddenly focused on his shoes. Eventually, he muttered something inaudible. Not understanding, you kept staring at him, waiting for him to repeat. 

He sighed, getting his head back up.

-I don't know how you're supposed to tie this. And those fucking tutorials are so useless. I can't manage to do it right.

His cheeks reddened a little as his gaze started to look everywhere except at you. How adorable he was.

You chuckled softly stepping in front of him the tie in your hand. You put it around his neck, quickly tying it as he watched you with a sweet expression.

-Done. You grabbed the tie, bending him forward as you kissed his lips. Now you are fuckable. 

He grinned at you, gaining back his confidence.

-Hell yes I am, right?

You rolled your eyes as you turned back, escaping yourself from him. But he grabbed your arm, pushing you back to his hold. His hands directly went around your waist as he started to rub your back through the silk of your dress. Slowly his head went to your ear, whispering.

-Where do you think you’re going? That’s a pretty dress you have here. You smiled at him as he started to kiss down your neck. 

-Come on. We have to go.

But his lips didn't leave your skin, still brushing against you.

-Vin. You groaned as you tried to push his head away. God, he was so clingy sometimes.

-We have time, it's alright. Let me hold you for a while, you smell so good.

You looked at the clock on the wall. You had a little more than half an hour, you could let him cuddle you a bit. You sighed, your hands gently coming to stroke his hair as he kept pushing his body to yours.

Vinny quickly moved you to the couch in the corner, making you both sit on it as he leaned on you. His head now coming to kiss your cleavage and your chest your head rolled back. Slowly, you started to long for his touch.

-Vin. You tried to warn him but he kept kissing you as he caressed your body through your clothing.

His head finally looking up, his lips came to brush yours. He hummed at you, lurking at your mouth. 

-We have to stop, I-

You didn't have time to finish your sentence as his hands came to caress your leg, making your stomach twitch.

-You look so hot like that. How could I stop?

His fingers came to your inner thigh, flying over your skin. 

You could feel him, feel his cock grow harder at each sound you made. His crotch was rubbing against yours as he kept roaming on you. You were going to lose it, your arousal starting to wet your thong.

-Because your cousin is going to wait for us. The ceremony is soon. We can't stay here. 

-I don't care. I've only seen him twice in my life. I'm not sure he even knows who we are. 

His hands grabbed your hips, pushing them against his, slowly grinding into you. 

You moaned quietly as your breath quickened. Your head pushed back you sighed.

-What about your parents? Your mom is surely looking for you everywhere.

He came to kiss your jaw frenetically as if you were the only reason he was breathing right now.

-We'll tell her that she just didn't see us. You know how good I am to run away from her.

Well, it's not like you cared much about the ceremony anyway. You didn't even know the guy or his fiancé. Plus Vinny's suit was tailoring him really well and it would be a lie to say that you didn't want to touch him in it. Seeing your mind racing at your expression he added.

-Plus if we’re quick enough we might be there on time. 

-Alright. You sighed but you weren’t that hard to convince right now. 

Accepting it, you moved on him, straddling him with your legs as your dress went up your hips. 

Your lips finding his, you kissed him. Your tongue fighting in his mouth you kept one of your hands on his torso to stabilize you. 

-Fuck baby. His hands came to grab your hips, moving you a bit on his crotch as you whimpered softly. 

You swallowed, biting your lower lip. You wanted to touch him so much now. You loved seeing him so needy.

Lowering your right hand, you felt him through his trousers, palming his dick shamelessly as you saw his expression deteriorate. His mouth was half-open, trying to catch some air as his chest kept rising up rapidly. 

It wasn't enough. You needed more. Descending your head you kept your gaze in his as he watched you. Quickly you went to kiss him through his trousers, making him stiffen. The feeling of the fabric wasn't necessarily pleasant on your tongue but Vinny's reaction was everything you needed. 

His hands came to cover his face as he cursed. Your gaze still upon him you unbuttoned his pants, taking them down a bit to free his cock. Your lips back on his skin, you teased him, pushing his shirt up you kissed his lower stomach. Your hands caressed his inner thigh and his groin until you saw his cock throb. 

He cursed again, his gaze back on you as you started to kiss the top of his dick, locking your eyes with his. He moaned loudly as his hand touched your hair, grabbing it to avoid losing it all already. 

It's not that you particularly enjoyed sucking him but the way he was so eager for your touch each time was making you so wet. He was always losing himself in praises and supplications. Needing more, again and again.

Your mouth opening wide you let out your tongue, licking him all the way in. He swore as you saw his lower stomach tense up. 

-More. Please. He whined under your touch, his hips trying to buck in your face.

You didn't respond to him, taking him all in your mouth. Your head bobbing back and forth as your tongue swirled around him. Heat rising in his chest he started to fuck your mouth. His hand kept your head still as he was losing himself between your lips. You tried to follow as you could. Your tongue brushed against him as he went deeper and deeper each time. Tears in your eyes your throat gagged a bit making him moan again.

-Fuck yes, just like that. His head was thrown back as he closed his eyes. His hips pushed into your face until he felt himself on the edge of coming. 

You moaned a bit, his praises making you clench your thighs as one of your hands came between them. Vinny noticed it, his gaze back to you.

-Shit, touching yourself while sucking my cock?

You were already about to come. Your pussy aching so freaking hard since the beginning. The sound of his voice aroused you so much as your hand kept rubbing yourself through your dress in rhythm with your motions on his cock. You whimpered a bit more, feeling your own orgasm grow in your core. 

-Yeah, moan for me, baby.  

Your breathing became more erratic making you bob your head back. Freeing his cock, you moaned loudly, coming violently on your hand as your stomach throbbed like crazy. 

Vinny's hand was still in your hair as you fell back to sit on your knees. He joined you, quickly coming for your lips as you were trying to come back to your senses. He kissed you brutally. His lips crashed on yours more needy than ever as he started to pump himself between the both of you.

-If only you knew how hot you are when you come. He whispered, attacking your lips back. 

You whined a little against him, your hand coming to his dick as you took the place. Your hand now pumping him until you felt him coming, his head coming to rest on your shoulder as he cursed. 

Trying to catch his breath, his gaze went to the clock between you.

-See? We have ten minutes before the ceremony. He breathed out.  

You rolled your eyes back, standing up to rearrange yourself.

-And what do we do about the cum on your pants? You arched a brow as he looked down to his crotch.

-Shit. How did this happen? 

He was looking at you, almost desperate. 

-Well it usually happens when you have sex, you know. You mocked him as you reached him with your hand, pulling him with you in the bathroom. Yeah, now Mister fuckable needed to wash his pants

[collapsedglasshouses]

Late-Night Comfort || Vinny Mauro x fem!Reader

PAIRING: Vinny Mauro x fem!Reader

SUMMARY: When your neighbor Vinny finds you crying in front of your door, he is willing to help you out of your misery, no matter what it needs...

WARNINGS: SMUT, 18+, MDNI!, thigh riding, oral sex (female and male receiving), swearing, …

A/N: not proof read, pls be patient with me, I love this so much

TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit

This was not what you planned. Everything that happened that night was not what you planned…

The night was unusually quiet as Vinny made his way up to his apartment. He had been at a small party with his bandmates and was tired but in good spirits. He just wanted to relax and play some games before wandering of to bed. Right as he turned the corner, his plans started to change right before his eyes. He saw you sitting in front of your apartment door, which was right across from his. You were clearly sobbing, trying to keep your cries quiet, since it was already late at night.

Vinny didn’t know you that well. You and him had been friendly over the time but nothing more than neighbors. He remembered when he moved into the apartment building, you had brought him some baked good, instantly making him like you. But except for that encounter, you were nothing more than neighbors, who would occasionally greet each other if you met on your ways to your apartments.

So, when Vinny saw you sitting there, he awkwardly weighed his options. He wasn’t sure how to handle the situation and feared to make it even more awkward than it already was, being caught crying by your neighbor late at night. Ultimately, you took the decision from in when you lifted your head out of your hands and instantly spotted him at the end of the hallway.

“Hi.” You sobbed and tried to contain your cries but instantly failed miserably as another wave of sadness crashed over you while your neighbor slowly approached you.

“Hey.” Vinny answered you and came to a stop in front of you. He gazed over your frame. “Are you okay?”

Internally, Vinny screamed at himself. Are you okay? Obviously, you weren't okay.

You looked away from him again and down at your fancy red dress, while thinking about what you wanted to say to him. Even though you weren’t really close to him, let alone friends, you were way to tired and broken to just shrug it off. So, when you looked up at him again, you shook your head slightly.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Vinny than asked you and scratched his neck awkwardly. Even though his original plan was to just hide in his apartment until tomorrow morning, he was to big of a gentleman to just let you sit there.

You gladly accepted his offer and nodded, tears still running down your face while your sobs began to calm down a little.

"He broke up with me." You whispered and your lips started to shake. You wanted to be strong, but you just couldn't help it. Your boyfriend of four years had invited you to a fancy restaurant tonight and you had been more than excited. You had thought something special would happen tonight. Your friends had even convinced you he was going to propose to you, but everything came differently. He broke up with you right after dinner and even worse, made you give him the necklace back, he gifted you for your second anniversary.

It took Vinny a second to take in what you’d just told him, before he sighed. “I’m really sorry, Y/N.” He kneed down to you. “But why aren’t you in your apartment? Maybe snuggling on your couch… Getting comfy and cursing that asshole out… I don’t know.” He than asked and even brought your lips up into a small smile for a second. You noticed how overwhelmed he was by your emotional outbreak and appreciated his efforts.

“I forgot my keys.” You breathed out and sniffled for a second. In response, Vinny placed a hand on your shoulder, making sure not to cross any boundaries. He thought to himself for a second. "If you want you can sleep at my place and call the landlord in the morning."

For a second, you stared at your neighbor in surprise. You didn't quite know what to say,  since you really didn't know him that well.

"Are you going to murder me or something?" - "Oh yeah, and I waited almost six months for it." He sarcastically answered you and made you laugh for a short moment.

"So what? If I am going to die, at least I'll look good doing it." With that you stood up from your spot in front of your door and straightened your dress. Vinny watched you do so, before going to his own front door and unlocking it.

You were still quietly crying when Vinny sat you down at the dinner table and offered you a cup of tea that you gladly excepted. While the water in the kettle slowly started to boil, an awkward silence fell over the two of you.

“You know, you didn’t have to do that. I could have phoned my mom or something.” You mumbled. “And wake her up at such unholy times? Not on my watch, Mama Y/L/N needs her beauty sleep, my dear.”

You giggled at his answer and noticed how you blushed a little at his smooth answers. You didn’t really know how Vinny was in his free time since you had little to nothing to do with him.

When your tea was ready, he sat down next to you and watched you from the side, while your face was glued to the cup in front of you. Your mind was still filled with the thought of you ex-boyfriend.

“Can I make it easier for you somehow?” The man with the red hair streaks in front of you asked calmly. You allowed yourself to look up and look him in the face.

His red and brown hair laid in wild curls on his head, which he rested on his hand. His greenish eyes looked at you with an intensity you were not used to. Even though you were in such a vulnerable state, you did notice how pretty he was.

While you two were looking each other in the eyes, a dump idea shot into your mind.

"Are you Single?“ You asked him with a hint of anxiety in your voice. You saw how his eyes widened. "What?"

When you saw the confusion in his eyes, you leaned back in the chair and took a big sip of you tea cup. "Please… Let’s just forget what I said."

"I am single, why are you asking?" He ignored you and answered your initial question, his eyes sparked with curiosity as to what you wanted.

You felt how you got nervous under his glance and let a hand run through your hair before standing up. "You know what? It was dumb, let’s just get to bed or something. I-…"

You were about to walk out of his kitchen as he grabbed your hand. Your eyes instantly found his again.

"Tell me what you were thinking about." He almost demanded, goosebumps forming on your arms because of his tone.

“Please forget what I said, I can’t just use you for my own benefits… We don’t know each other that well.” You mumbled out and nervously let a hand run over your face.

“I know you well enough to let you crash here without being afraid of being robbed in my sleep and we are both adults. What’s on your mind, Y/N?” Vinny insisted still not letting go of your arm.

“I wanna make him jealous.” You said, your voice not more than a whisper while you avoided eye contact with your neighbour. This was more than absurd.

“And?” He asked to keep you going. “And what better way to make him jealous as by instantly having someone new.” It took a few seconds before you dared to look at Vinny again and when you saw his wide eyes, you wanted to sink into the floor. The apologies just bubbled out of you.

“Please- Please forget wh- what I said… We don’t even know each other and-…“ You stuttered out your words and felt yourself start to sweat. You felt stupid.

“What are you thinking about doing?” Vinny than wanted to know, his eyes sparked with curiosity. You swallowed hard before you tried to form your answer. “Maybe… I don’t know… Take some pictures?”

“Pictures?” – “Yes” – “What kind of pictures?”

You bit the inner side of your cheek, before taking a deep breath. “Maybe… I could wear a shirt of yours or something… Something that’s clearly not mine but-…” – “Okay.” – “Maybe you have a mirror in your room if that’s okay with you and-…” – “Okay.” –“N-nothing needs to happen between us, I-I just…”

“Holy, Y/N… I already said yes. So for the love of god, let’s do it!” Vinny spoke up, causing your ramble to finally stop.

“What?” You exclaimed, not believing he really agreed to your stupid plan, but when Vinny stood up from his chair and came to a stand in front of you, you needed to blink for a couple of seconds. You were really going to do this.

“We can do that… As long as you promise me not to post those pictures anywhere and my face shouldn’t be in them.” He explained his rules, while you still tried to process the fact that he was willing to do that for you even though you didn’t really know each other.

“Yeah… I’ll keep your face out of it.” You agreed to his rules and swallowed hard as he stared you down to make sure you were being honest. You tried to find out why he didn’t want his face in the pictures. You knew he was the drummer of a band, but you didn’t remember what the name of the band was or how big they even were.

Vinny walked past you and gestured for you to follow him into his room, which you did.

His room honestly looked exactly as you had imagined it. Red bedding, a drum kit in the corner and a World of Warcraft poster hanging above his desk on which a gaming set up stood.

While he went to his closet to look for something portable for you, you looked at the pictures on his nightstand. One of them showed him with another man and woman. They resembled him, so you assumed they were his siblings. The other picture showed five men, all wearing make-up and alternative clothing styles. It was a selfie taken by a man with long black hair in the foreground. He looked familiar, but you weren't really sure where from, so you just shrugged it off.

“This should do its job.” Vinny than beamed, holding a black shirt out to you that had a print on it. “The bathroom is down the hallway.”

You silently thanked him and made your way to the room. When you entered his bathroom, you took a look around it. There was a bathtub and a shower, everything decorated exactly as you would expect from a single man in his twenties.

You swallowed hard, thinking about how awkward this situation was but you were too stubborn to back down now. So you quickly stepped out of your dress and slipped into the shirt Vinny gave you.

You looked at yourself in the mirror above the sink. The print on the shirt read 'MOTIONLESS IN WHITE'. You felt like you heard that before but you weren’t really sure from where.

"You got this." You whispered to yourself before grabbing your dress from the floor and shyly making your way back to Vinny's bedroom.

You felt how your hands started to sweat when you entered the room, fidgeting with the dress in your hand. Vinny, on the other hand, looked as calm as is gets, laying on his bed with his phone in hand. His shirt had ridden up slightly, revealing a bit of his stomach. You forced yourself to look away as you noticed your cheeks getting warm.

You cleared your throat, causing Vinny to look up. For a second, you thought that his eyes widened briefly, but you decided to not pay closer attention to it since you were already floated with anxiety.

"What now?" You asked quietly as Vinny leaned on his elbows.

"Don’t ask me… You had the idea." Vinny answered and you began to think about your next move. You allowed yourself to look at Vinny again. Even though you were at a vulnerable stage, you couldn't deny that Vinny looked absolutely fine leaning there. His arms were slightly flexed because of his position, some veins were visible on them. Before now, you had never really realized how attractive you actually found him.

"Maybe…“ Vinny began when he noticed you were as overwhelmed by the situation as he was. "I can sit on the edge of the bed and you can sit on my lap or something."

"Y-yeah… You could… I don’t know… Rest your head against my neck or something. This was, you can hide your face." You stuttered out and took a careful step towards him as he slid closer to the edge of his bed, both of you basically staring each at each other.

Vinny than reached out to grab your hand. "Don’t worry, Y/n. Just relaxed. We got this." His soft tone instantly calmed your nerves.

You shyly sit down on his lap, careful not to bother him in any way. You looked straight ahead at the mirror, when Vinny's armed sneaked around your waist and he nestled his head in the crook of your neck. Almost immediately you felt how your whole body was on fire and goosebumps started to form on every little part of your body. The faint scent of his perfume almost drove you crazy.

You grabbed your phone and took a couple of shaky photos, trying to contain whatever was going on with you at the moment.

"Is it okay if I try something?" He than whispered against your skin, causing you to take a shaky breath. You nodded, fearing your voice would give away how this whole thing made you feel.

When you felt one of his hand sneak under the shirt he gave you to pull you closer to him, you were sure if you had been standing, your knees would have given up.

When you felt his whole body against yours, you couldn't help but let out a small sigh. "Is this okay?" He whispered in your ear and you couldn't overhear the slight shake in his voice.

"Totally." You tried to say with a firm voice, in hopes you could hide how your skin tingled where he touched you. You also tried to ignore how he started to draw small circles on your skin as you snapped a couple pictures more.

You tried to suppress a sigh as you leaned a bit more against him and he tried to play it cool as he started to ghost his lips over your neck. You felt warmth shoot to your core as he quietly groaned against your neck after pushing his hips slightly forward. You couldn't ignore feeling his hardened member against you.

"You know what would make him even more jealous?" You breathed out, almost crumbling in your neighbor's touch.

"What?" He whispered against your neck between small kisses and his hands grabbed your hips a bit firmer.

"If we actually fucked." You answered him with a stutter in your voice and you noticed how he began to smile as you looked at him through the mirror.

"Oh... He would be fuming." Vinny exclaimed and with that the ice was broken and turned on his lap, your lips instantly crashing together.

His hands roamed your body, while yours traveled in his hair. Your ex was long forgotten as soon as his tongue slipped in your mouth. Never in your life did you think about this happening but it seemed like you were made for each other in that moment.

You gently pushed him back onto his mattress and straddled his lap, instantly attacking his lips again. When his lips wandered to your neck again, you sighed.

"You think, this is smart?" You wanted your neighbor to reassure you.

"Definitely not." He whispered again your neck and than licked over the small space he just kissed, causing you to quietly moan. You bucked your hips against him.

"Look at you. Such a needy little thing. Wanting to take pictures and than not being able to contain yourself." He mocked you with a cheeky smile.

You tried to avoid eye contact but he didn't let you by turning your head to face him again. "Tell me what you want, Y/n. I need to be sure you want this."

Your heart was racing while you looked into his greenish eyes.

"I need you to fuck me, Vinny." You whined out when you were sure your voice wouldn't fail you.

Right after you finished your sentence, Vinny grabbed the back of your neck again, crashing his lips into yours again. Your lips slid over each other in a sort of dance.

You moaned when Vinny's hands started to roam over your body finding their way to your ass. He used your noise to slip his tongue into your mouth to meet with yours again.

When you let go of each other again, you were both panting and trembling. “It's a fucking crime not to worship you.” he mumbled against your lips.

“Ride my thigh, sweetheart.” He groaned, his eyes filled with a fire you had never seen before.

You sit back down on his sweatpants covered thigh and slowly start to drag your core against it. The friction of your clit rubbing against the material of your panties and his pants made you cry out immediately. “Just like that, pretty girl.”

Before you knew it he pulled your t-shirt up and put his mouth on your chest, sucking and biting one of your nipples with his lips. "Shit, Vinny..." You cried out, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, to not completely crumble in his arms as your grind against his thigh.

"God, you sound so sexy when you say my name." He moaned against your cheat, before pulling away to reveal several red marks right where his mouth hand been. "You think you can make yourself cum for me?"

His hands that had never touched you before, were now gripping your hips and moving it in a circular motion on his thigh.

"Y- Yes... I... I'll cum for you." You whined, feeling how your thoughts became more irregular with each second passing. It felt so good, you didn't want to stop.

"That's my good girl." He groaned out, almost being in full charge of your movements, while you let your head fall onto his shoulder, pressing your eyes closed as you felt the wetness spread underneath you, on his pants. You moaned out his name loudly as you came undone.

"Take your time." He whispered in your ear, kissing your earlope and than down your neck. You rested their for a couple of seconds, still hearing your heart beat in your ears but not quite ready to let go of the moment, so when gently lifted your face to look at him, you felt how your stomach tingled again.

"I need to taste you." He said with such a serious tone, you almost crumbled in his arms. Your mind was blown. He wanted to eat you out and you didn't even have to beg for it.

You could only nod, still overwhelm with your emotions before you crawled of his lap and laid down on his bed. When he stood up to remove his shirt, you noticed the wet stain you felt on his pants and felt how your cheeks got even warmer than they already had.

When you wanted to sit up to remove your shirt, Vinny stopped you. "Don't. Keep it on. I like how it looks on you."

With that he made his way between your legs and started to press wet kisses on the inner side of your right thigh. He than slowly pulled your wet underwear down.

"Look how wet you are and everything just for me." He smirked. If you weren't so overwhelmed, you would have made sure he lost that facial expression, but you couldn't think about anything except his mouth against your core.

He spreaded your legs a bit more open and let his hand run over your folds. "So pretty..." He mumbled and you could feel his breath against your core. You moaned loudly when he licked over your clit.

"Vinny." You cried out and tried to move your hips but he tightened his hold on you. You held still immediately, not risking of loosing his touch. You whined and moved your hand down to grab his hair to get a hold of yourself, while his tongue was circling your clit, before slidly sucking on it.

He moaned against you as he saw your reaction to him, while he worked his experienced tongue against you. When you thought it couldn't get any better, you felt how he slowly slipped a finger inside of you.

"Shit... Fuck.. Oh god." You almost screamed out and harshly pulled on his hair.

"Oh god, Y/n." He moaned and moved his hips against the bed. He tried to get off himself.

"Vinny?" You moaned, causing him to slow down his movement and look up at you from between your legs.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, his voice having a sweat tone. He instantly started to draw small circles on your thigh while his other hand still worked slowly inside of you.

"Come up here." - "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, but I have an idea." You answered him and with that he slowly let his finger slide out of you. You whine slightly before you watch him as he put his fingers in his mouth, licking them clean.

When he crawled out to you, you needed to contain yourself, to not instantly moan out again, as you feel his hardened member press against your wet core.

"What's the matter, Y/n?" He asked you with care. Instead of answering him right away, he reached down between you two and started to palm his member through his pants.

"Fuck, what are you doing, sweetheart?" He moaned against your lips, but you just signal him to lay down. When his back reached the mattress, he pulled you in for a kiss again.

His tongue rough against yours, you felt him reach down. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and pulled his member out. He slowly began to move his hand, when you kissed your way over his neck and down his chest.

When you reached his dick, you slowly let your tongue circle the tip, causing him to twitch slightly, pre-cum already leaking from his hard member. His hands instantly found their way in your hair. When you took him as deep as you could, he bucked his hips slightly up and moaned out your name.

"God, you feel so fucking good." He cried out, causing you to let a hand slight down your body and find your clit.

"Fuck, Y/N." he curses, not caring how loud he was. Goosebumps take over your skin as you feel your orgasm built up. You looked up through your eyelashes and your eyes meet with his.

It felt you exploded when you finally came again — all tension leaving your body as your fingers worked you through your orgasm. You hummed around Vinny, when you felt his cum shoot into your mouth. It sent shivers down your spine and you felt like you would cum again on the spot. He twitched in your mouth and whined your name as you worked him through his high, hands letting go of your hair before pulling you up to his face while you swallow.

"Holy shit." He breathed out before you kissed him again. Your heart was racing as you lost your strength, letting your body fall against his chest. You rested your head against him, hearing his heart pound equally as fast as yours and before you could even think about it, you felt yourself slip into a deep sleep.

The next morning, you slowly woke up, feeling an arm securely wrapped around your waist. As the memories of the night before flooded back, a warm blush crept across your cheeks. Carefully, you tried to get out of Vinny's arms, not wanting to disturb his peaceful slumber.

With a shy smile, you tiptoed out of his bedroom and headed to the kitchen, craving a glass of water to start your day. However, as you entered the kitchen, your eyes widen at the sight of a stranger standing there.

The man's gaze immediately fixated on your shirt, adorned with the unmistakable white logo "Motionless in White". Still half in a daze, you met the man's curious stare.

"Who are you?" you inquire, a hint of confusion in your voice.

The man in the kitchen arched an eyebrow. "Who are YOU?"

A moment of silence hung in the air as you studied each other, a silent exchange of questions without words.

"You're not some kind of groupie, are you?" The guy finally broke the silence, his eyes still lingering on the Motionless in White logo.

Perplexed by the unexpected accusation, you replied, "What are you talking about?"

The man just quietly pointed at your chest. "The shirt."

You looked down at your attire, then back at him with genuine confusion. "What's the matter with it?"

"It's our band," He stated blankly.

Your eyes widened in disbelief. "Your WHAT?"

You struggled to process the unexpected revelation, realizing that the previous night's escapade might have involved a member of a band.

"You sure, you don’t know us?" The man asked again, trying to test you.

"I'm Vinny's fucking neighbor." You cried out to defend yourself.

"Oh! Y/n?" He than asked.

"Why do you know my name?" You wanted to know and he gladly answered your question, "Vinny talked about you."

Your eyebrows shot up at the man’s statement. "What do you mean?"

"He was pretty sad when he found out his pretty neighbor had a boyfriend." The man explained, "But by the look of you, I guess that’s no more?"

He smirked while you stared at him in surprise. Vinny had a thing for you. Your neighbor had a crush on you for the whole time.

Before you could answer the man, you heard Vinny’s voice behind you. "What’s going on here?"

You didn’t move a muscle, still processing everything that had happened. You wanted to make your ex jealous and ended up sleeping with your neighbor, who had a thing for you and also was the drummer of a, apparently, well-known band.

"Here comes the boy!" The man in front of you exclaimed, while Vinny looked at the two of you in a mix of confusion and tiredness.

"What are you doing here, Ricky?" - "Actually, I just wanted to pick up my guitar, but it’s getting more interesting with each second passing."

Vinny rolled his eyes, before leaving the room and shortly after coming back with a guitar case.

"I guess, I should be going… Nice to meet you, Y/n and good bye you two." With that, Ricky left Vinny’s apartment, leaving the two of you in the chaos you created.

You still stared at the place Ricky stood at, when Vinny cleared his throat. "I hope you slept well."

You just nodded.

After that it went silent for a couple of minutes, both of you not knowing what to say.

"You know, I don’t regret it." You than whispered.

"What?" Vinny exclaimed.

"I enjoyed last night." - "Me too." - "Good" - "Good"

You stared at each other.

Without thinking about it, you stepped closer to him and grabbed him by the shirt he was now wearing. When your lips met again, it took Vinny a second to respond to the kiss but when he did, you felt him smile into it.

When you let go of each other, Vinny mumbled something out.

"You should wear my shirts more often." He whispered.

"And you should have told me about your crush, maybe I would have had the courage to leave my ex before this whole disaster happened." You answered him.

"Without that disaster, I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to ask you on a date." Vinny than exclaimed boldly.

For a second you looked him in the eyes and thought about your answer. You knew your break up was fresh but when you looked at Vinny like that you felt like you were over it immediately.

"And I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to say yes."

And with that, you decided to keep your pictures to yourself…

[foliosriot]

Am I Fuckable?

my gif, please give credit if you use it. thank you!

pairing: vinny mauro x reader

warnings: lots of teasing. vinny being an annoying fuck (affectionate). unprotected p in v sex. hair pulling. vocal vinny for the win!! lots of love bites and hickeys. if i missed anything please let me know! 18+ only MDNI or i’ll block you.

a/n: this is heavily inspired and based on Photoshoot BTS 2019 from ricky’s youtube channel hehe

tags: @concretenoah @circle-with-me @smokeynaomi @popppylove @somebodyels3 @rottingfern @monotoniscreaming @bngurngheart @agravemisstake

New York City is insane.

Simply trying to find a parking spot in the middle of the night is difficult, and that alone is reason enough for you to never move here.

Ryan had been driving around the same couple blocks for what felt like hours searching for somewhere to park. You could hear AJ talking to, what you assume is, Ricky and his video camera. However you can’t tell what’s being said, everyone’s voices having melded together in your brain a long while ago.

You have your head resting on Vinny’s shoulder, the same position you’ve been in long before arriving in NYC. You had been attempting to sleep, and was successful at one point! Then the frustration and exhaustion permeating throughout the van was stifling and forced you awake.

The only place you know you’ll be able to properly fall asleep is the hotel bed that’s waiting for you.

It feels like an eternity before Vinny moves his hand from your thigh to your hand that had been resting limply in your lap. His fingers slot between yours, followed by a gentle squeeze.

“Hey, mama.” His voice is quiet in your ear. “We we can go up to the hotel now. Come on.”

You groan into Vinny’s shoulder but lift your head anyways. The interior lights of the van are on, and everyone is filing out. Vinny gives you a loving smile as he hops out as well, then turns to take your hand. You graciously but tiredly accept and allow him to help you exit the van to get your bags from the trunk.

With bags in hand and the vehicle locked, Ryan leads everyone back towards the parking garage entrance. You’re holding onto Vinny’s hand and attempting to lean your head on his shoulder once more as you walk. It’s proving to be a bit difficult, but you manage just well enough as you walk inside the hotel.

Your friends go a different direction as you, Vinny, and Ricky walk another way. You struggle to move your legs as exhaustion is settling into your limbs. But then Ricky’s unlocking one of the room doors and leading you and Vinny in.

Once in the hotel room, you blearily watch Ricky set his bags down before heading to the bathroom. While he’s in there Vinny helps you get undressed and into your pajamas, which consists of one of his t-shirts and a pair of leggings. The feeling of his warm hands against your skin is making you even sleepier.

He’s got you situated under the covers and your pillow is so soft and you’re just so tired…

What seems like only a second later Vinny is sliding in to bed next to you. In your half awake state you inch closer to him until he’s curling one of his arms around your body and pulling you into his chest. With your face buried in his neck you comfortably fall asleep.

In the morning, you’re rudely awoken by Vinny jostling around. Without opening your eyes you can tell he’s trying to get out of bed, but you still have your body wrapped around him, much like a koala bear.

“Baby, baby.” You feel Vinny’s hand running up and down your back. “You gotta let go of me so we can get ready.”

You mumble a bout of nonsense without releasing him from your grip. He chuckles softly. Then he’s kissing your head and proceeds to gently pry you off of him. You grumble and groan as your hands and arms are dislodged from your boyfriend, thus freeing him from the bed and you.

Vinny maneuvers you back in to a comfy position, and plants a trio of light kisses to your cheek.

“You can sleep for a few more minutes,” he murmurs in your ear. “Then you gotta get up, okay, babe?”

His voice is gentle as he talks to you, but you don’t want to listen to him. You want to stay in bed all day with him and cuddle until you’re set to leave New York. But you know you’ll have to get up eventually. So you grunt in response and listen to Vinny make his way to the bathroom.

A couple minutes later the hotel door opens and you lift your head at the smell of coffee. Ricky enters your line of sight and you see that he holds a tray of various drinks. He smiles when he notices you peeking out of the covers.

“Morning. Vin told me your order,” Ricky tells you as he approaches the bedside. He takes one of the drinks from the tray and holds it out for you. He waits until you’re shoving yourself out of the hotel blankets, and you go to take it from him.

“Thank you, Rick,” you say in a sleepy voice.

You go to take a sip of the drink he got. And as soon as the liquid meets your tongue you sigh in satisfaction. Vinny knew exactly what you would have wanted, and that has your heart swelling. You continue to drink the beverage as you watch Ricky set his and Vinny’s drinks down and go to pick up his camera. He does a quick little update while walking around the hotel room, appearing to be mindful to keep you out of shot because he knows you don’t like being on camera all that much.

Once you’ve downed most of your drink you decide it’s probably time for you to get ready. With the remainder of your drink on the nightstand and your feet on the floor, you gather the clothes you’ll need for the day and your toiletries before knocking on the bathroom door. You find it unlocked and go in.

From behind the shower curtain Vinny calls out your name.

“Yeah, it’s me,” you answer back, setting down your things on the countertop and on the lid of the toilet. “Hope it’s okay if I’m in here getting ready.”

“Totally okay, babe,” Vinny replies over the sound of the water. “Almost done anyways.”

You pay no mind to his words whilst changing out of your pajamas, letting them settle in a pool of fabric off to the side on the tile. You’re slipping on a fresh pair of undergarments just as the shower water turns off. Then the curtain is pushed open and you watch Vinny step out through the condensation that’s accumulated on the surface of the mirror. He pauses when he sees you standing there. Then he’s stepping up behind you, the heat of his body radiating at your back. The smell of his shampoo is suddenly overwhelming. And his hands are resting tentatively on your hips.

The small space is steadily growing more and more suffocating. Your stomach is tightening at the feeling of Vinny’s hands on your skin, now firmly holding onto you. The buzzing hum of the fan is the only sound, and it has your head spinning. Or it’s because Vinny is now pressed up right against you.

“Vin.”

There's a slight warning in your voice, but you’re quiet when you say it. You can feel Vinny’s breath on your shoulder and neck. You then meet his gaze through the mirror’s fog. His eyes are dark and there is a very specific emotion nestled in their depths that ignites a dull fire deep down in your gut.

“Vinny.”

This time, you force your voice to be firmer. Your heart is racing, your ears are ringing, and you can feel slivers of water running down your backside from wherever Vinny’s own body has made contact with yours. He blinks slowly, humming his acknowledgement.

“You need to dry off,” you remind him, your voice undoubtedly wavering.

Vinny doesn’t say anything. All he does is lean in and presses his lips to you, his breath scalding hot against your bare skin. Neither of you speak while he’s leaving prolonged, open-mouthed kisses from one shoulder to the base of your neck, and then all the way across to the other shoulder.

With each touch of his lips a wave of goosebumps flutters down your body. Your spine is tingling and you’re struggling to repress a shudder. Vinny’s hands are ascending slowly, his fingers grazing roughly along your stomach and ribcage.

You aren’t quite sure what’s gotten into him, but you’re enjoying it. He nips gently at your flesh and it has you leaning your head back.

At one particular spot on your shoulder, Vinny takes his time. He’s gnawing and sucking at your skin. His tongue meets the hickey before he’s biting at it, and you’re seeing stars.

But then he’s pulling away. The warmth of his body suddenly disappears, and your head is forced back up. You whip around to see Vinny casually drying himself off, to which he proceeds to wrap the towel around his frame and then exits the bathroom with a soft click of the door.

And now, you are incredibly confused while simultaneously craving Vinny’s touch once more.

What the fuck was that for?

With confusion encasing your veins, you manage to finish getting ready in the confines of the tiny bathroom. Your breathing is slightly labored and you have been muttering to yourself for the past few minutes, cursing Vinny’s name.

When you’re done in the bathroom, you gather your things and walk out into the room. Sitting down on the bed you’re sharing with Vinny you pull on your shoes and throw your hair up with the hair-tie on your wrist, then proceed to scroll through your phone.

Ricky has his camera out and you’re only half listening to the conversation at hand. You had seen Vinny fiddling with the buttons of the suit jacket he had on, but you rightfully ignored him.

“Are you not supposed to button the top one or the bottom one?” Vinny asks.

“Uh, I don’t think you’re supposed to button the bottom one,” Ricky answers him hesitantly.

Vinny continues messing with his suit as he faces the large mirror on the opposite side of the room, the one hanging on the wall behind you. You look up from your phone to see him looking at himself in the mirror, then turning your attention back to the screen with an inaudible scoff.

“Dang, I’m fuckin’ hot,” he says. And it’s almost embarrassing how quick you are to glance back up at him.

God, you have no idea, you asshole.

You bite down on your tongue, and say nothing.

“What do you think, camera? Am I fuckable?” You’re beginning to taste copper on your tastebuds. “I think I’m not.”

Vinny laughs softly, and it has your pulse thumping even harder. You barely hear his exchange with Ricky because the blood roaring in your ears is far too loud.

He steps past you and gives you a sweet smile. You aren’t able to properly process the gesture until he’s already out of sight.

You’re hoping Ricky doesn’t notice how your demeanor has changed now that Vinny isn’t present. You can feel your face reddening with blush, and you know your overall vibe has shifted. If Ricky does notice, that’s a disaster just waiting to happen.

Once Vinny is done in the bathroom, after having changed his clothes, the three of you gather all of your things before leaving the room. You were the one to grab the keycards so you hung back to stuff them into your bag while Ricky and Vinny headed towards the elevators.

And with this moment to yourself you take a very deep, grounding breath. Then you’re walking away from your little bubble of quiet, trying to ignore the simmering heat at the base of your stomach.

Vinny is talking to the camera when you walk up. You choose to remain at Ricky’s back.

“We’re about to go to the photography studio.” The elevator dings and the doors slide open. You watch Ricky walk in backwards as he keeps the camera on Vinny. You hesitate before stepping in. “And wait a really long time to get our pictures taken. And then once our pictures are taken, they’ll be added to publications, posters, tour ad, MADS. Just anything you can think of.”

Through the floor to ceiling mirrors of the elevator you can clearly see Vinny smile at the camera just as the doors are opening. Vinny reaches back to grab your hand and pull you after him, with Ricky following close behind.

Ryan, Justin, and AJ are waiting for you when you step out of the hotel proper. Their voices bounce off the concrete walls of the parking garage and accumulate just to harshly harmonize in your ears. You grind your teeth as everyone finally gets in to the van.

In the van you choose to sit beside Ricky in the second row, leaving Vinny and Justin alone in the back. Vinny had pouted when he saw you slide into the seat next to Ricky, but thankfully hadn’t said anything. You’re not sure what you would have done if he had, indeed, said something.

Ryan is pulling out of the parking garage and AJ is addressing the camera in Ricky’s hands; meanwhile, Vinny has shifted forward in his seat to press a kiss to your head. It has your potent anxiety easing its death grip on your heart. Until he’s pressing another kiss to the exposed skin just behind your ear. Your anxiety immediately spikes as he rests his head to the back of your skull for a few more moments.

“I love you,” he murmurs. With one more kiss to that exposed skin he finally leans back in his seat.

You mumble the three words back to him, though you know he couldn’t hear. You loose a light sigh and internally prepare for a long day.

Because of your position as Motionless In White’s MUA, the only reason you came on this trip was to help with makeup. Well, that, and because Vinny wanted you to come with so badly.

So, having arrived at the photography studio, you began setting up the things you would need at one of the vanities provided.

And you know the guys would have been just fine doing their own makeup without you there. However, Vinny is ever persistent and slightly annoying when it comes to these things. So you had agreed to come with, despite having told Chris it wouldn’t be a big deal if you couldn’t tag along.

But Chris being Chris, he had been more than happy to have you be there.

Yay.

Now, here you are, helping Ryan with his makeup as you watch Vinny and Ricky mess around with Ricky’s camera. You keep them in your periphery as to not get distracted and mess up what you’re doing. But that duo is severely distracting, and you nearly mess up what your current task when you catch yourself watching Vinny for a moment too long.

(Actually, it was Ryan asking if you were okay, thus snapping you out of your daze.)

As you’re finishing up helping Ryan, Vinny waltzes over to you. He casually grabs at your waist when he halts beside you. You’re surprised you don’t implode at the contact.

“Okay, you’re all good to go,” you rush out to Ryan.

Ryan gives you a small smile. “Thanks,” he says as he looks into the vanity’s mirror. “You always make me look so much cooler than I actually am.”

“Pfft, shut the fuck up, you’re always cool,” you tell him, as you’re desperately trying to ignore Vinny’s presence.

Ryan thanks you again whilst getting up from the seat you’d had him sitting in, and he walks over to where Chris is currently getting his photos taken. Which leaves you alone with Vinny for the time being. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, and it’s causing your head to spin like a top.

Vinny pulls you closer to him, until you’re falling into his chest. He has himself propped up against the vanity and had simply tugged you towards him until gravity took over, and had you almost toppling over onto him. But the arm now around your waist is tight and firm as he keeps his hold on you.

“Hi,” he greets you in a soft voice.

“Hi,” you say back, and you hate how breathless you sound.

“You okay?” he asks. He takes his free hand and plays with a piece of hair that had come loose. His fingers keep brushing your heated cheek, and you are almost at your limit.

You don’t respond right away. Instead, you flick your gaze all over Vinny’s face for a few moments, just taking in his features and the makeup that is painting his skin. That burning hot knot is sizzling in your stomach, and sinking lower and lower as the seconds go by. It’s honestly remarkable you haven’t dragged Vinny off to a secluded corner yet.

You breathe in deeply.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you tell him.

Vinny locks eyes with you and smiles softly; you’re sure you could even call it innocent with the way his eyes are crinkling just slightly.

“Just wanted to make sure,” he says.

Someone calls his name and you both know it’s his turn to get his individual photos taken. He leans in to kiss you, and you think you may be hallucinating when you feel his tongue shoving its way into your mouth.

But you don’t have time to process that before he’s stepping away and heading over to the photographer. You’re left even more confused than this morning. And you definitely do not like whatever game Vinny is playing.

Now that you have nothing to do, you step off to the side and watch Vinny get his photos done, despite the anger and frustration rippling through you. Seeing him be so nonchalant and unbothered has your blood boiling and your head pounding.

“Yeah, fuckable, my ass,” you mutter under your breath.

“Sorry, what?”

“Holy shit!”

The jumpscare’s origin comes from your right, to which you turn and see Chris looking at you. He has a concerned look on his face, despite the bemused quirk of his lips, and almost seems sheepish as you brace a hand on your chest. Your heart is racing from beneath your palm as you face him. With your other hand you swat at him.

“Don’t fucking do that, Chris!” you scold him. “You could’ve given me a heart attack, you dick.”

Chris chuckles. “Jesus, sorry,” he says through the small smile he wears. “I won’t do it again.”

You roll your eyes. You know he’ll do it again.

“Okay, but I’m curious now. What were you talking to yourself about that had you saying ‘fuckable, my ass’?” he asks. “And don’t say nothing.”

You sigh heavily, dropping your arms to hang limply at your sides. You glance over at Vinny for only a moment. But Chris is not very discreet as he follows your gaze.

“Ohhhh,” he muses. He looks back at you. “Yeah, that’ll do it, I’m sure.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you mutter as you whack Chris in the chest once more. “He’s an asshole. And it would make me feel better if you just agreed with me.”

Chris gives you a small smile. “Oh, yeah, of course. Vinny is an asshole for reasons unknown.”

“I hate you.”

The smile on Chris’ face grows as he says, “Love you too.”

You glare up at him before he walks away. You’re beginning to nibble on your lip when you see him approach Ricky, and the two men immediately fall in to conversation.

But they’re both glancing over at you from time to time. And your blood is uncomfortably hot.

Throughout the rest of the time you’re at the photography studio you keep to yourself. Vinny is still pissing you off and seems to have noticed your mood. And whether or not he knows he is the sole cause and primary aggravator, well, that is still up for debate. He hasn’t tried to touch you or talk to you since you had finished Ryan’s makeup, however long ago that was. But it’s honestly quite alright; if Vinny had tried to even step towards you, you probably would have done something you’d regret in the end.

Once the photoshoot is complete, you begin packing up your things as everyone else changes and removes their makeup. The studio staff are taking down the lights and the backdrop the band had been posed in front of. You tune out all the noise as you continue putting all of your makeup supplies back into your bag, hoping you can finish your task without anyone acknowledging you.

But god forbid you have any peace.

Justin comes up to you, his face clean and wearing his normal attire. The sight of him does, however, release a minute amount of tension from your chest.

“Hey, we’re gonna head to a bar for some drinks and food,” he informs you. “You wanna come with? It’s, like, a block from the hotel so you could leave whenever you want.”

You could not be any more thankful for Justin than you are in this present moment. He is unknowingly giving you an out so you could rot alone in the hotel room until everyone gets back from the bar. You could fucking kiss him right now.

You’re about to give Justin your answer when Vinny sidles up next to you. He immediately throws an arm around your torso, and he slips his hand beneath your shirt before he is subtly digging his fingers into the flesh of your hip. Your pulse is positively erratic at the contact; it would be a miracle if Vinny couldn’t hear your heartbeat.

“You comin’ out with us?” he asks you as he shoots Justin a glance. You watch Justin scowl at Vinny for a split second before they’re both looking at you.

And the way Vinny is staring at you has you burning all over.

His soft brown eyes are tracing your features, but there is a heat to them that you have seen countless times today alone. The blood coursing through your veins no longer feels like a raging, untamable fire. Instead, it burns like an acid eating away at your nervous system and sheer will. And god fucking dammit, you can’t say no to Vinny.

“Uh, y-yeah, I’ll go,” you tell the two men. You look back at Justin. “I’ll go for a couple hours, I guess.”

“Awesome. Let’s go,” Vinny says with a smile.

Justin turns and walks away, thus abandoning you in your time of need. Your heart is beating out of your chest. You need Vinny to back away, or you’re going to burst into flames.

Vinny pecks your cheek but his lips linger on your skin. He squeezes your side, and you can feel the gentle stroke of his thumb on your hip bone. His mouth shifts to yours, but he doesn’t kiss you. No, instead of kissing you, he just lets his lips rest against your own. You’re dizzy as you breathe him in and your eyes have slipped closed and you need him so badly—

“Mama,” Vinny breathes into your mouth. “We gotta go.”

He’s moving back before you find the strength to speak. But he’s already pulling away when you manage to blink away the haze over your eyes. Frustration encases your heart and mind when he sticks out his hand, wordlessly asking you to take it and follow him. Well, good thing you would follow him to the ends of the earth, or else you would be feeling very differently right now. You say nothing as you thread your fingers through his, letting him lead you out of the studio.

On the drive back in the direction of the hotel, you were able to convince AJ to let you have shotgun, so he could be stuck in the back and you could theoretically be miles away from Vinny. You were quiet as Ryan drove, once again blocking out the conversation in the van and watching New York pass by in a blur.

Ryan parks back in the hotel’s parking garage. Everyone hops out and then makes their outside in the direction of the bar. Vinny hurries to your side to hold your hand, and doesn’t try anything on the short walk. It honestly has you infuriated.

The bar is small and cozy. It’s got a comforting rustic vibe to it, and there are already a handful patrons scattered around. There’s a few sitting at the bar itself and a couple others seated at the tables throughout the space. You notice that no one is over at the pool table playing a game. You almost walk over there before Vinny is detaching himself from you just to do the same with AJ, Justin, and Chris.

Grumbling under your breath you step towards the bar instead. You sit down on one of the stools and patiently wait for the bartender. The music playing through a series of speakers is distracting you, at least.

The bartender, a large man with a short bushy beard and tattoos crawling up his exposed neck and arms, approaches you. He has a kind smile on his face as he stands in front of you on the other side of the counter.

“Evenin’. What can I get for ya, darlin’?” he asks, a slight twang to his voice. There’s a kind gleam in his eyes as he watches you.

You hesitate for a moment before you say, “Gin and coke, please.”

“Comin’ right up.”

He steps away to make your drink, and your eyes immediately trail back to the pool table on the opposite end of the room. Vinny is clearly taking his turn in the game happening right now. He’s bent over the table with the pool cue angled at one of the scattered balls atop the green felt. Then he jerks his arm and the white ball strikes into a cluster of solids and stripes. You hear him groan in frustration.

His hair bounces on his shoulders as he steps back for the next person’s turn. There’s still that ache all the way down in your center, and you cannot possibly stand it any longer. You slot your tongue between your teeth and bite down as hard as you can.

Just then, the bartender walks back over to you and sets down your gin and coke on the wooden surface of the bar with a napkin beneath it.

“There you go, darlin’,” he says.

“God, thank you so much,” you tell him with a slight smile. You reach into your bag and hand him your card.

The man takes your card to pay for your drink and you’re left alone once more. You sip at your beverage, relishing in the feeling of the alcohol on your tastebuds. You’re wanting to get some sleep tonight so you are only planning on the one drink, so you’re going to savor the taste.

But then your card is back with you and your eyes are darting around the bar. And there is Vinny, that motherfucker. It doesn’t seem to be his turn yet, so he’s leaning up against the wall and watching Justin play. Vinny’s face lights up when he smiles at his friend’s obvious failure. His laugh carries across the room, the sound ten times louder than the music to your ringing ears.

It’s difficult, but you manage to finally look away from Vinny, purposefully ignoring his presence in your peripheries. You need to distract yourself from the image of him laughing and talking with his friends.

That’s how you end up making eye contact with Ricky, who had definitely already been watching you. He’s sitting at the bar closest to the pool table. There’s a barely-there smirk on his face. You pinch your eyebrows together in confusion and tilt your head a bit in a silent question of what’s up. All he does is raise his own brow in reply.

Then he’s flicking his gaze off to the side, and you don’t have to guess in order to know what he’s referring to. Ricky meets your eyes once more and you send him a mean glare with your middle finger aimed in his direction. You see him chuckle a bit before you’re turning away.

You’re trying your best to keep both Vinny and Ricky out of your sights, which results in you playing with the hair-tie encircling your wrist. But then your phone buzzes from its position on the bar before you.

Ricky Whore-or: Chris said I can bunk with him tonight btw. We’re gonna leave in a few minutes to grab my stuff from our hotel room

You’re going to kill that man.

You look up from your phone to see Ricky looking at his own phone as he talks to Chris. Then he sets the device down and you receive another text.

Ricky Whore-or: P.S. you’re not very subtle, so don’t ever say I’ve never done anything for you ;)

Yeah, you’re gonna fucking kill him.

You don’t bother replying to his texts or acknowledging his existence any more. The alcohol settling in your stomach suddenly feels like lead.

A few minutes later you’re joined at the bar by Ryan. He has a beer in his hand and he strikes up a conversation with you. He may not know it, but he is doing you a great service by distracting you. Because you aren’t sure how long you two had been talking and laughing for before you notice your glass is empty and his is gone as well, another opened bottle sitting next to it.

Before you know it, you see Ricky, Chris, and AJ waving goodbye and leaving the bar. Ricky sends you a smug smile that you flip him off for. He just laughs and disappears from view.

Maybe another twenty minutes later is when Vinny finally comes over to you. Justin is on his heels, and sits down on the stool on the other side of Ryan. Vinny chooses to stand right behind you with an arm curling around you. You notice his grip is much tighter than what it has been previously today.

“You guys staying?” Vinny’s question is directed at his bandmates. There’s a vague hardness to his voice that has your eyebrows scrunching with confusion.

“Yeah, we’ll catch up in a few minutes,” Ryan says as Justin nods.

Vinny is then immediately tugging you to your feet and dragging you towards the door. You quickly say goodnight to Ryan and Justin before you’re outside of the bar.

The short walk back to the hotel is fast paced, with Vinny gripping your hand and essentially dragging you after him. You consider saying something to ease the apparent tension mingling in between you. But Vinny doesn’t appear to be interested in conversing so you keep quiet.

When you make it to the hotel and go for the elevator, Vinny keeps an arm around you, like you would float away if he let go. And then you’re stepping out of the elevator then down the hall to your room. You fish out the keycard and unlock the door.

The moment the door shuts behind you and you hear the indicating click of it being locked once more Vinny’s hands are on you. He turns you around to face him, and his lips are immediately on yours.

Your hands cup either side of his face while his are grabbing at your waist. Your lips are moving against each other haphazardly, with little to no grace in the act. He’s licking into your mouth and you whine as he shuffles you backwards.

The backs of your legs make contact with the bed, then Vinny is lowering you onto the mattress. He leans down with you, careful not to break the heated kiss.

Vinny’s hands are roving all over your body; he can’t seem to make up his mind and touch you in a singular place. One of his hands snakes up your shirt and the other moves to rest on your neck. You shudder slightly at the sudden sting of his cold rings on your skin.

But then he’s pulling away. Disappointment flashes in your chest as you watch him sit up through hooded eyes, although he keeps the one hand gently gripping your neck. You’re caged in by his legs, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s going to continue this stupid game of his.

You grab at his shirt and tightly bunch the fabric up in your fists.

“Vin, what the fuck?” you snap.

He looks down you with a weird look on his face.

“What?” he pants above you. “What do you mean what the fuck?”

“First, the bathroom this morning—“ His thumb brushing at the center of your throat has you faltering for a moment. “A-And then constantly touching me and teasing me. I have needed you all day. God, you’re a fucking asshole.”

Vinny’s lips stretch into a grin in realization.

“I love teasing you and getting you all worked up,” he admits. He leans back into your space and begins pressing kisses to your jawline. “It’s just.. so much fun.”

Your eyes are threatening to roll back in your head as Vinny makes his way down your jaw to your pulse point. He stops his kisses and proceeds to nip and suck at your skin, carelessly giving you a hickey that will definitely be hard to cover up in the morning.

“But at the bar…” His voice vibrates against your throat. “Maybe I’d teased you a little too much. Maybe I was being an asshole … But you were too close to Ryan and he was making you laugh—“

“Oh, my god.” You laugh at Vinny’s halfhearted admission. He bites your skin in retaliation. “Y-You were jealous of Ryan? Jesus christ, Vin. I love Ryan, but is he the one on top of me right now?”

Vinny mumbles into your neck before he’s pulling away and looking down at you. His face is flushed and his lips are swollen and red. You speak again before he has a chance to.

“Maybe I should flirt with your bandmates more often if it means you’ll take me to bed afterwards,” you remark casually with a smile.

You were trying to be joking and playful, but Vinny doesn’t look amused. He’s glaring down at you with his mouth in a tight line. You then prop yourself up on your elbows so your face is closer to his.

“Hey. I love you, okay?” you tell him. You see his eyes catch on your lips as you talk. “I’m in love with you, not anyone else. I’m sorry, baby. I love you.”

Vinny stays quiet for a moment. Then his hand is back at your throat, a very light pressure being applied by his fingertips. You gasp sharply at the suddenness of the act, but you can see Vinny’s eyes gradually softening at he continues to look down at you.

“I love you, too,” he murmurs.

You offer him a smile, to which he returns.

“Now, can you do something, please?” you ask.

“Yeah? Like what?” Vinny leans back in to kiss you. But this is slow and steady, an agonizing pace compared to a few minutes ago.

You hum into the kiss without bothering to attempt at replying. Vinny is languidly kissing you, taking his sweet time and savoring every touch of your lips. He pries your mouth open with his tongue and there’s a sliver of your being that believes he may be trying to devour you whole.

You’re growing restless, however. As much as you love the slow make outs, right now, you need more.

So you’re fisting Vinny’s shirt and trying to push it up his body, but he stops you before you’re able to achieve your goal. He wordlessly sits up and pulls off his shirt and jacket. You reach out to touch him, but again, he’s stopping you before that can happen. Because his hands are dragging your own shirt off of you and his mouth is all over your stomach and chest.

His teeth sink into your flesh at random intervals. You know there are going to be countless hickeys and love bites from your navel all the way up to your neck, and you are totally fine with that.

Vinny works his way down your torso until he reaches the waistband of your pants. He looks up at you and grins when he sees how flustered and red you are. The sight of him smiling between your legs should not be that hot, but you love it too much to stop it.

As he’s working on getting your pants off, you slip out of your bra and toss it away blindly. The way he looks back up at you once your legs are free of your bottoms (and underwear) and your chest is bare has you biting back a moan.

“Sit up,” Vinny says. His voice is low and rough, and you do not hesitate to sit on the bed with your legs bent beneath you.

Vinny takes off the rest of his clothes at the foot of the bed. Your bottom lip is trapped between your teeth as you watch him undress, until he is completely naked. You think you taste blood, but it’s a little too late to check or care with Vinny crawling back towards you.

He grabs the back of your head and pushes you into him, your hands grabbing at the roots of his hair. He’s kissing you with much more aggression and hunger, and there’s nothing you can do from moaning against his lips. And the sound of Vinny also humming and moaning into your mouth has a persistent pulse throbbing in your cunt.

With his other hand, Vinny gently shoves your legs open. The unexpected cool air against your pussy has your grip in his hair tightening. Then his fingers are gliding through your wet folds and you keen against him at the sensation.

A high pitched moan escapes you when one of his fingers presses its way inside you. The feeling has you breaking the kiss and throwing your head back as Vinny slowly works you open.

“Doing so good, baby,” Vinny murmurs into your collarbone. His teeth scrape against your skin just as he’s shoving another digit inside of you.

Your walls seize around his fingers when he begins to pick up his pace. You cry out in pleasure and relish in the strained noises Vinny’s making against the column of your throat.

That white hot coil that has been plaguing you all day is finally going to meet its end. You can feel your orgasm approaching, and you grind down into Vinny’s hand to make it come sooner. And he obliges, by pressing his thumb into your clit, adding just enough pressure and extra movement to have you coming undone.

You moan loudly at your much needed release, and Vinny continues to fuck his fingers in and out of you until you’re relaxing against him.

It didn’t take much for you to come, but Vinny doesn’t seem bothered. With hazy eyes you watch him take those same fingers that had just been inside you and lick them clean. You moan lightly at the sight.

Vinny doesn’t wait for you to recover before he’s pulling you into his lap. His hard cock is pressing against your folds, and that stupid heated knot is finding its way back to its original place deep down in your belly.

“Vin,” you whine at him. “Vin, please—“

But he’s reconnecting your mouths and you taste yourself on his tongue. It makes your head spin and you’re humming into him again.

And you’re so lost in the kiss that you don’t notice right away how Vinny is working his cock into you. With one arm around your waist and the other carefully guiding you down onto him. The feeling of finally being filled by him is nearly overwhelming.

When he’s bottomed out he pulls away from you by a few inches. His eyes are blown with desire and you think you can see your own reflected back at you.

Vinny begins moving and you tug harshly at his hair. He hisses at the sharp pain that splices through his scalp, but keeps thrusting up into you. You push back down against him, and you work out a steady rhythm that has the head of Vinny’s cock hitting that one spot inside you that makes you see stars.

An entire galaxy flashes across your vision. There are now two arms around your torso, and the tightness of them is comforting as you continue rocking against Vinny.

In the space between you there are the sounds of shared panting and moaning and you swear you hear a muttered “Feel so good, mama.” Even if you had imagined it, it still makes you move your hips faster.

You can feel your second orgasm approaching rapidly. Your body is clenching around Vinny, his thrusts growing more uncoordinated. You’re both so close.

“Vin— Ah, ah—“ He’s biting your neck again. “Vinny baby, ��m so—“

“I know. Come on, baby.” His breath is scorching hot on your neck and shoulder. “Ah— Come for me, baby.”

A moment later you’re coming with Vinny’s name on your lips, another brilliant series of stars and nebulas dotting your vision. His continued thrusts helps you through your high, especially when his arms tense around you as you feel him stiffen then he’s coming in you.

Everything feels amplified — every breath, every inch of skin being on fire, every bead of sweat that drips down your body.

All you feel is Vinny.

Vinny, Vinny, Vinny.

And god, the friction of skin on skin as he’s pulling out makes you dizzy.

Vinny lays you back on the bed and you blearily watch him enter the bathroom then return a few moments later. He hovers above you as he gently wipes your legs and pelvis clean with a damp washcloth, his touch comforting and light. He’s cautious in his work.

Your fingers are aching from how hard you had been clutching at the strands of hair on Vinny’s head, much like a vise. As he gets you both under the covers, he sees you flexing your hands lazily. He begins to massage at the joints of each individual finger and you let him.

You shift closer to him so your head is resting in the crook of his neck. He absentmindedly tangles your legs together as he keeps on with his task.

“I love you,” you murmur, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.

“I love you, too,” Vinny says back. And you can hear the smile in his voice.

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drag my teeth across your chest and taste your beating heart ( ryan sitkowski x vinny mauro )

pairing: ryan sitkowski x vinny mauro cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ monsterfucking (ryan is a werewolf and vinny is very human!), a small dose of bestiality, dubious consent, masturbation, voyeurism, biting/marking, choking, mentions of anal fingering, anal sex, knotting, a scene involving raw meat being consumed. word count: 3.8k author's note: the third and final fic for friends in sin, and this one is probably my fave. shout out to @ladyveronikawrites for helping with some of the wolf stuff and generally being as excited about this as i am. title comes from "howl" by florence + the machine. divider by @saradika-graphics 🎃

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“This is stupid,” Vinny mutters under his breath as he hurries down the dimly lit path, tripping over his own sneakers and looking back over his shoulder occasionally. “This is stupid, and you’re going to fucking die.”

The lingering fog makes it harder to see, but he knows where he’s supposed to be going like the back of his hand so it doesn’t matter. More than once, he looks up, trying to see the moon through the clouds and failing. He doesn’t need to see it to know that it’s full. He can feel it. Even though he’s a full fledged human, he can feel it. 

The bag in his hand is going to start dripping soon. It’s not lost on him that he’s practically ringing a dinner bell for himself, being out in the middle of the night carrying a paper sack of raw meat. How is this his life?

He sees the house through the fog, the woods an eerie backdrop to an already eerie night. To anyone else, it might seem abandoned, but Vinny knows better. He walks faster, up to the front door. He uses his key to get in, pushing the door closed behind him.

He’s barely inside before he’s got Ryan in his space. “Took you long enough.”

“I told you it would take me a while to get here,” putting a hand on Ryan’s chest, he tries to get him to move back a step. He can feel how hot he is through the fabric of his shirt. “Give me some space, Ry, c’mon. You know how this works by now.”

Ryan steps back, putting enough room between them for Vinny to hand him the bag. He all but snatches it out of his grasp, opening it up and peering inside. He inhales deeply. Six months ago, Vinny would have been backpedaling out the door with some kind of excuse of where he had to be, but now, he just watches as Ryan reaches into the sack and pulls out one of the steaks.

There’s a tense moment where they’re just staring at each other. Ryan’s eyes have already gone that pale silver when his wolf is so close to the surface, and blood rolls down his wrist, dripping off the meat.

“You can’t be here for this,” he says, his voice distorted. “This was a mistake.”

Vinny holds out his arms at his sides. “Where am I gonna go? It’s dangerous out there, you know, you never know what’s in the dark.”

The answer is bullshit and they both know it. Ryan growls at him. It’s still a terrifying sound to Vinny, but he doesn’t move. In fact, he presses himself firmly against the door. He knows if he were to take a step towards Ryan, lover or not, he’d take it as a threat and Vinny would probably end up losing a limb. His heart is about to burst through his chest because this could go one of two ways.

“Fine.”

The sound of Ryan tearing into the steak makes Vinny’s stomach turn and sweat break out on his skin. He watches as he uses those inhumanly sharp teeth of his to devour it in minutes. But it’s the sight after; his face and hands smeared with red that makes Vinny’s breath catch in his throat. Ryan doesn't allow him to see him like this often. The only reason he even brought him the steaks was because Ryan didn’t trust himself to go that far tonight.

A cruel smirk twists on Ryan’s face, and he reaches out, grasping Vinny’s chin. Blood slicks across his skin at the touch and an involuntary moan crawls right out of Vinny’s mouth. The coppery scent invades his nose, and he doesn’t know if he wants to get sick or if he wants to admit this is making him hard. Not like he has to say anything out loud anyways, Ryan can smell it on him.

Leaning in, he presses a bloody kiss to Vinny’s mouth in thanks, before turning away to eat the second steak, slower than before. Vinny watches avidly, not making a move to wipe at his face. The blood soaked paper bag gets crumpled up and tossed in the trash, and that’s when his breathing finally seems to return to normal.

“Are you going to run now?” Ryan asks him, practically licking his chops. “You know I’m gonna chase you if you do. I don’t think we’ve reached that stage of our relationship where you’ll like what’ll happen when I catch you.”

Vinny considers it, he really does. But he shakes his head finally, moving away from the door slowly. Ryan’s eyes track him like prey, and all Vinny can do is hope that the steaks were enough to hold him over. If he asks it of him, he knows where the keys to the basement are to lock him up. But it’s never come to that before.

There’s a first time for everything though.

“I’m going to shift and run, I’ll be back later. You can stay, if you want.”

Nodding, Vinny watches him go out the front door. He even follows him out onto the porch because he loves watching this part. And Ryan let him see this before he let him see the way he eats before a turn. He only gets to shift on the night the moon is at its fullest, sometimes he’ll go out and run in the woods, sometimes he’ll prowl around the house. He’s taken Vinny’s keys before and not let him come over. Or, nights like these, he lets him bear witness to what he truly is.

Ryan leaves his clothes in a pile by the steps, walking naked out to where the moonlight has finally filtered through. It’s nothing like it is in some of the horror movies, it’s not breaking bones and painful screaming. It’s fluid, effortless and quick; one minute Vinny’s staring at Ryan’s bare back, the next there is a wolf in his place. Massive, with dark fur and those familiar silver eyes. He’s beautiful, no matter which form he’s in, but there’s something more intimate about seeing him his way.

It’s not until Ryan disappears into the woods that Vinny realizes there is still blood streaked all over his face. 

He goes back inside, making sure not to shut the front door all the way because he knows that Ryan won’t shift back for hours, and he’ll need to get back in. It’s not even his permanent residence anyway, just the place he comes when the moon is up and he doesn’t want to destroy his apartment every month. That kind of stuff isn’t covered in his security deposit. Vinny goes down the hall to the bathroom, rinses his face with tap water that smells like sulfur.

The house itself is quiet without Ryan stalking the halls, in human or wolf form. Vinny feels overheated, mostly because the place is always like a furnace despite the body heat that Ryan puts off all through the winter, he keeps it hot. Shrugging out of his hoodie and kicking out of his sneakers, Vinny goes into the living room area, which is really just a lumpy sofa, and a king sized mattress tossed in the middle of the floor. At least there’s bedding, Vinny insisted on it. 

He flings himself down on the bed. He can still feel Ryan’s fingers on him, blood against his skin beneath those too hot digits, the way his mouth felt slick against his. It should make him feel sick, but it doesn’t. Maybe it’s a side effect of dating a werewolf. Maybe it’s some crossed wires in his brain that are all his own, but he likes it, in the moment. And somehow, his brain goes from Ryan touching him with bloody hands to  Ryan touching him. Vinny rakes his hands through his hair as he thinks about it.

He thinks about running his hands through Ryan’s fur as he presses himself down on Vinny’s chest—

Blinking his eyes open, he tries to shake the image from his mind and fails. Instead he undoes his jeans and shoves them and his boxers down around his thighs. Ryan won’t be back for hours, he’s got to entertain himself somehow and this is much more entertaining that killing the battery on his phone doom scrolling on Reddit. He licks his palm once, then again, before reaching down to wrap his hand loosely around his cock. 

He strokes himself slowly, huffing out a breath and bringing his free hand up to tangle his fingers in his hair and pull. He shuts his eyes, focusing on the thought that Ryan will be smelling him on the sheets the rest of the time he's here for the moon. He thinks about him rolling around in the sheets reeking of the woods and the dirt outside, burying his face in the fabric and inhaling the smell of Vinny's sweat and come.

Bucking up into his fist, he’s so lost in it that he doesn’t realize he’s not alone anymore. Not until he feels the hot breath huff across his face. His eyes fly open and he lets out a startled yelp when he sees the wolf standing over him. Vinny starts to sit up, reaching for the waistband of his boxers, but there’s suddenly a paw in the middle of his chest, keeping him flat against the mattress.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me, Ryan,” he mutters. 

He doesn’t try to push him away. Not only because he knows he’ll get his fingers chomped off, but because he’s still hard and leaking against his stomach. His hand hangs in the air, and he’s unsure of what to do at first. It hadn't been Ryan’s human form Vinny had been thinking about. And when the wolf snuffles by his ear and stretches himself out on the mattress beside him, silver eyes burning into the side of his face, Vinny gives in.

“If you tell anyone about this,” he gasps as he wraps his fingers back around his cock, “I’m gonna mount your head on the goddamn wall.”

Ryan’s response is to press his wet nose right against the curve of Vinny’s ear. His hips jerk and he squeezes the base of his cock, closing his eyes again. It’s one thing for Ryan to be here, like this, it’s another for Vinny to actually look at him while he’s jerking off. The body heat radiating off of the wolf is familiar, and his fur is as soft as Vinny thought it would be pressed against his bare skin. He knows by morning, Ryan will be human again, even with his wolf still so close to the surface. It’ll be like this for at least two more days; nothing on his mind but consuming as much bloody meat as he can, and fucking Vinny through the mattress. It’s a fair trade, in Vinny’s opinion. He knew what he was signing up for when Ryan told him what he was.

He comes all over his fist and his stomach, body going lax against the musty sheets. Before he gets a chance to move, Ryan’s crawling over him, his large, wet tongue dragging against his skin. Cleaning him up. Vinny lets out a surprised moan, trying feebly to push him away as his tongue laps at his softening cock. All he gets in response is a low growl and a quick nip of teeth at his side. So he gives up and lets Ryan do what he wants. He lets him drag his tongue all over Vinny’s skin until he’s nearly hard again. His heavy body is both a comforting weight and a little panic inducing, and Vinny feels stupidly turned on and scared at the same time, even now.

“We’re not fucking til morning, not this time big guy,” he mutters, petting the top of Ryan’s head.

Ryan’s wolf always leaves him feeling like shit the next morning, at least for a few hours. Like a hangover and a fever, combined with a violent need to drink his body weight in water. When he’s more alert, he realizes that he smells coffee, beneath the scent of Vinny. He also knows there’s more steaks, which means that he’s alone in the bed. Everything is always heightened after his shift; noises are louder, smells are stronger. He rolls around on the mattress, shoving his face in the sheets and inhaling deeply, wrapping himself in both the smell of his wolf and Vinny.

Eventually, he manages to drag himself up and into the kitchen area. This isn’t home and he barely keeps anything here. He sees a new case of water on the counter beside the still hot coffee pot, a pack of jerky, and a few packages of Reeces. When he opens the mini fridge in the corner he sees there are a few paper wrapped parcels in there, and a bag of grapes. Ryan doesn’t need to eat much over the three days but raw meat is the biggest part of his diet. He already knows his wolf killed something in the woods the night before, before he came back to Vinny. He can still taste it on his tongue.

He chugs three bottles of water before he hears the echoing sound of water running through the pipes. Vinny doesn’t normally like to shower there, says the water stinks like sulfur. Ryan wonders if he took it too far last night. But he figures if there was a line to be crossed, it was probably somewhere before Vinny watched him inhaling those bloody steaks the night before. He’d seen the look in Vinny’s eyes after he touched him. The way he reacted to Ryan’s wolf licking him clean after he came was probably normal compared to the first time Vinny watched him eat like that.

Ryan’s ears pick up on the sound of a bottle clattering to the shower floor, and Vinny’s muffled curse. Even from the kitchen, he can smell Vinny’s arousal building. Which tells him he’s fucking around in the shower. Probably getting himself ready for Ryan, which is an enticing thought in itself. Instead of going down the hall and dragging him out of the shower, he grabs the bag of grapes and two more bottles of water and goes back to bed. That’s where Vinny finds him when he finally stumbles down the hall and starts walking towards the kitchen. His skin is flushed pink from the heat of the shower, water droplets still dripping off the ends of his hair and rolling down his shoulders. He’s wearing a pair of shorts that Ryan recognizes as his own, and for some reason, that’s what gets him.

“Come here.”

He doesn’t make it a suggestion, and he likes the way Vinny freezes and turns towards the bed. He drops down beside Ryan, reaching over to grab a few grapes out of the bag. He smells like the cheap 3 in 1 shampoo, conditioner and body wash that Ryan keeps here, and it’s impossible for him not to lean over and shove his face into Vinny’s side, inhaling and licking away lingering water drops. Vinny laughs, putting his hand on his forehead and trying to push him away.

“Hey come on, you gotta check in with me first before you start trying to fuck me.”

Ryan gives him an unimpressed look. “How many fingers did you give yourself in there before you decided it was enough?”

Vinny throws a grape at him, rolling away to try to get one of the water bottles. But Ryan is faster, and he grabs onto his hips and tosses him over on his stomach, pinning him down to the mattress. Vinny flails and tries to at least attempt to get away, but Ryan sits on his ass and holds him down by his upper arms, putting his chin on his shoulder and waiting him out. It’s times like these he likes being reminded that he’s so much stronger than Vinny is, how easy it is to just hold him down however he wants. He lets him tire himself out, until he’s panting for air and squirming against the sheets. As a human, Vinny’s also very predictable.

“You gonna answer my question?” Ryan asks as he drags his face along Vinny’s shoulder. His wolf hates that he doesn’t smell like himself, doesn’t smell like he’s Ryan’s. “C’mon Vin, tell me how many? How many do you think would have been enough for you to take my knot this time?”

Vinny doesn’t say anything, he just whines and shakes his head. Ryan nips him and ruts against his ass, knowing that it won’t take long for him to cave at all. He reaches down and starts to shove at Vinny’s—his—shorts until they’re twisted around his thighs.

“Answer me,” he demands, biting him a little harder. Vinny tries to reach behind him and get his hand on Ryan’s cock, but Ryan grabs his wrist and pins it to his lower back. “I’m waiting. I can drag this out for hours. I don’t think you can, sweetheart.”

“Four!” Vinny bursts out impatiently, and Ryan laughs at him. He pets his hair back from his face, sees the way his eyes are glistening with needy tears. It turns him on more than it should. “Okay, I told you what you wanted to know, now give it to me.���

“Give you what?”

“Oh my god,” Vinny moans and struggles again, only succeeding in grinding back against Ryan, who clamps his free hand down on the back of his neck in amusement. He can feel how slick Vinny is. If he were an omega wolf, it would probably feel just like this. “Give me your knot, Ryan, please!”

And who is he to deny him. Shuffling up on his knees, he yanks Vinny’s shorts off the rest of the way, shoving his legs apart and hauling him up until he’s face down with his ass up in the air. Ryan lets go of his wrist but keeps his hand on his neck to keep him down, instead using his free hand to guide his cock into him. He’s still tight around him, despite whatever prep he did in the shower, and Ryan has to fight every urge he has to just shove in without giving him any time to adjust. His wolf is howling in his head for him to claim him in every way. Even though he’s human and the claiming bite won’t work on him.

Vinny lets out a choked off sob as Ryan bottoms out, and he grabs onto the edge of the mattress. There’s a moment where he tries to pull himself away, and then he just goes lax beneath him. Ryan curls himself over him to nudge his nose against Vinny’s cheek, kisses him softly. Almost like he’s apologizing for what he’s about to do. But if he wanted Ryan to stop, he knew how to do it. His eyes spot the glint of the knife that lay on the floor at the head of the bed. If Vinny needed to use it, he would. Ryan would heal, but he’d also stop.

“Okay,” Vinny gasps and nods rapidly, and he rocks back into Ryan’s next thrust the best he can. “Ry, c’mon, it’s okay—”

Ryan takes him at his word, fucking him harder. His thrusts are sharp and deep and he lets go of Vinny's wrist to grab onto his shoulder, pulling him back into each roll of his hips. He's going to be covered in bruises by the time he leaves. Vinny manages to get both of his hands beneath him, trying to give himself some leverage. He also can't stop talking; he's pleading with Ryan to keep fucking him, to give him his knot, to bite him.

Fisting a hand in Vinny’s hair, Ryan pushes his head down to the mattress, hoping to get him to shut up, if only for the sake of his own sanity. “It’s not gonna take Vin, I can’t—”

“I don’t care!” he wails, and the sheet comes off the edge of the mattress in his grip. “Just fucking bite me, it won’t do anything but hurt, come on, please Ryan!”

His wolf is already on board with the idea, and he can feel his mouth watering even as his knot swells. He’s got to get it inside of Vinny before he’ll even think of biting him. The growl that crawls out of his throat isn’t human, and he shoves forward in one quick motion, enraptured with watching as he sinks into Vinny all the way. Beneath him, Vinny has gone pliant, harsh panting sounds escaping him as Ryan waits him out.

It’s too late for Vinny to change his mind or want out, and he’s obviously resigned himself to this fact as he gives in and starts fucking himself back on Ryan’s knot, trying to get him to move again. He's still begging him to quit being a pussy and bite him already, and Ryan grabs him by his throat and covers him completely as he mouths at his shoulder. Vinny's finally shut up at least with words, but only because Ryan's got him by his neck and all he can do is wheeze and nod his head as if he still needs him to know it's okay.

His teeth are sharper than normal when he sinks them into Vinny’s shoulder, and all he tastes is blood and meat and him. He breaks the skin, and if Vinny were another wolf, this would mean a whole lot more than it does right now, and it means a whole lot to him. As it is, Ryan can hear him trying to say something, and he’s crying and laughing a little. It’s probably just the adrenaline. He loosens his grip on him, removes his teeth and licks at the wound, trying to stop the blood.

“You came,” Vinny mutters.

Ryan blinks. “What?”

“You bit me, and you came? You don’t remember?”

Ryan knows they’re going to be attached for a while, so it doesn’t really matter if he remembers or not. He noses at Vinny’s cheek, licks the salt away there and pulls them over onto their sides. He starts to reach down to finish him off, only to find out he wasn’t the only one who came. Vinny squirms around, trying to get them out of the wet spot, but it’s pretty big.

“These sheets are trashed, Ry.” he says giddily. “Why didn’t you bring more food in here if we’re gonna be like this?”

Tugging on his hair, Ryan kisses him to shut him up. He knows that Vinny can taste his own blood in his mouth, but he doesn’t pull away. He’s never been scared of Ryan, not really.

“You’re gonna do that to me again tomorrow.” Vinny mutters into the kiss.

Ryan doesn’t argue.

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Surprise

Vinny Mauro x F!Reader

Oneshot / Imagine

Content Warning: 18+ only. Fluff and smut are included. Unprotected p/v sex.

Background - You're at work, and you get a text from Vinny. He says he has a surprise when you get home. Later that night, you thank him.

You're at work, currently on your last break before the rest of your shift. You get a text from your boyfriend, Vinny.

It reads, "Hey baby. I know you're at work right now, but I have a surprise for you when you get home. I love you, I'll see you tonight."

Your eyes water a bit but you wipe them. You reply back telling him that you love him more, and that you can't wait to see him tonight.

You put your phone away as your break has ended, and you continue on with your shift.

A few hours later

Your shift ended, as you just got in your car. You text Vinny to let him know that you are on your way back home.

After you text him, you start your car and exit the parking lot. As you continue driving, your phone dings but assume that it is just Vinny.

You eventually get home, pulling your car in the driveway. You then get out of the car, and lock it.

A few moments later, you're inside the house. You walk in the kitchen to put your things down, when you see the dining table set up and lit. Vinny was still setting it up.

"Babe.." You say.

He turns around and sees you, immediately running up to you so he can hug you. You hug him back, then he kisses you.

"You probably already noticed, but this was the surprise I mentioned earlier.." He says.

"I love it." You say.

You both smile at each other, and sit at the dining table to have dinner. You and Vinny talk for a bit after, him asking you how your day was.

After that, he insists on cleaning up but you offer to help him. He's stubborn, and says it's okay. You raise and eyebrow, but accept his answer.

You go upstairs to change, but you find lingerie that you bought months ago, that you forgot about. You smirk, wondering if it still fits you.

You grab it, and go in the restroom that is connected to your shared bedroom to try it on.

After you put it on, you look in the mirror. You decide to sneak downstairs to surprise Vinny, so you slip on a pair of heels.

You quietly but carefully walk downstairs, and see Vinny in front of the sink.

"Hey baby," You say seductively. He hears you, so he stops what he's doing and turns around after drying his hands.

"Holy fuck." He groans. You walk towards him, and as you get closer, and he pulls you towards him to kiss you.

He pulls away, and you start kissing his neck.

"I need you, now." He says.

"Then what are you waiting for?" You ask. He raises an eyebrow, and you smirk, dragging him into the living room. You push him on the couch, and sit on his lap to straddle him.

You feel his hands take off your heels, and put them somewhere.

"You're so hot babe." He says.

"Hmm, why thank you." You say.

You start to kiss his neck again, slowly putting your hands under his shirt. He groans, then takes it off.

You then give him hickeys, and start to grind on him.

"Baby, I need you now." He says.

"As you wish, babe." You say. You get up, and tease him, taking off your lingerie very slowly. He groans as you do this.

After you get done, you take off Vinny's pants and underwear, him obviously being hard.

You get back on his lap, then sink down onto him. A soft moan escapes your lips, and you start to move.

You slam back down onto him, and a groan escapes his lips.

"Fuck baby, you're doing so good for me." He says breathlessly.

This makes you whimper, and you continue moving. He throws his head back, letting out uncontrollable sounds.

A while later, you feel yourself getting close. You reach down and rub your clit before letting go.

He follows shortly after, releasing inside of you. You stay there for a while, cuddling into him. After you high, you kiss him on the cheek.

He opens his eyes, and smiles down at you. He kisses you on your forehead.

"Well that was amazing." He says.

"It sure was." You say, leaning your head against his shoulder.

"After we stay here for a few more minutes, we need to take a shower so we can go to sleep. I'm getting exhausted." He says.

"Yeah me too, especially from work today. I needed that though." You say.

He smiles, and after you stay there for a while he carries you to the nearest restroom so you both can shower.

After you both shower, you go upstairs since that's where your clothes are. You change into something comfortable to sleep in, which is just a t-shirt and a pair of underwear.

Then you get in bed, cuddling into the blankets while Vinny is doing something.

A few moments later, he joins you in bed after turning off the lights.

"You're probably asleep, but tonight was amazing. I'll see you in the morning." He says, before holding you.

You were half asleep when he said that, but chose to pretend to be asleep. You both end up falling asleep soon after.

[faceless-mirror]

In a world where vampires are actively trying to fit in with humans, coexist safely and help each other, Vinny and his ESV(Emotional Support Vampire), Ricky, are getting to know each other and learning more and more. Adapting to the life in the contract they both signed, and are living with. As they do they border the line between Friends.... and Lovers.

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CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

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Headcanon // Vinny Mauro when you’re sick

Just a few silly things I came up with bc I love this man.

This is for @concretenoah & @deathblacksmoke 🫶

- He notices you’re sick before you do. He hears the sniffles or you clearing your throat more than usual. He makes a comment and you ignore it but sure enough, a couple of days later you’re sick af.

- He takes you to the doctor and holds your hand in the waiting room. Listens to everything they tell you to do and makes sure he remembers their directions especially for the medication.

- He takes you home and makes sure you settled in bed and then runs to the pharmacy to get everything you need.

- HE STOCKS UP. All your medicine. Nose sprays. Tissues. Vicks. Popsicles for your sore throat. Snacks. Gatorade.

- He moves his entire gaming system in your room so he can keep an eye on your while you’re asleep, if he’s not napping with you.

- ALL THE CUDDLES!!! SO MANY CUDDLES!!

- He tries REALLY hard to stay awake to keep an eye on you when he does lay down with you but he’s a sleepy boi and can’t.

- If you’re throwing up he’s right beside you, holding up your head and rubbing your back telling you it’s okay

- He’s sitting there trying not to gag too but he’s your bf and wants to take care of you.

- He makes sure you eat and drink plenty of water. Even if he has to feed you himself.

- Helps you get into the bath/shower. Puts epsom salt in the bath for your sore muscles and essential oils to help with your sinuses bc the boy does his research.

- Takes his time washing and conditioning your hair while you’ve got your arms wrapped around him because you’re too weak to do it yourself.

- Definitely gives you a shampoo mohawk to make you laugh.

- Feels a little bad when you laugh so hard it sends you into a coughing fit.

- Dries and combs your hair for you. Will put it in a messy braid (he’s not the best at it but he tries).

- He puts your pajamas in the dryer before bed so they’re nice and warm for you.

I just think he’d be the best when you’re sick. Sweetest boy 🥰🥹

[foliosriot]

YOU ARE THE ABSOLUTE SWEETEST BB TYTY <33

FIC RECS OF THE YEAR:

i wanted to make a list of fics i thoroughly enjoyed this year. all of you are amazing, and i wanted to show you some love. everyone give these fics a read if you haven’t already <3

Bad Omens:

Sweet Like Honey by @darksigns-exe

Slow Down by @measuredingold

Just Friends by @measuredingold

Heaven Sent by @measuredingold

Don’t Cry Over Spilled Wine by @concreteburialplot

Intertwined by @concreteburialplot

We’ll Get You There by @concreteburialplot

Two Way Vision by @deathblacksmoke

You’ve Got a Pretty Way About You by @deathblacksmoke

The Crazier I Came by @deathblacksmoke

Dramamine by @deathblacksmoke

Drumsticks by @sinkingteethinwhitenoise

The Devil’s Prayerbook by @signs-of-ill-portent

Consequences by @collapsedglasshouses

Little One by @cowpokeomens

Polyverse Cam Boy AU by @the-way-of-words

So Give Me All You Got, I Can Take It by @the-way-of-words

Sweetened Breath, Tongue So Mean by @rottingfern

Said & Done by @nerdraging4point0

Dive by @ladyveronikawrites

Interlude: Made Breath and Skin by @mysticdoodlez

Will Ramos:

Somewhere Along the Way by @malice-ov-mercy

My Love by @malice-ov-mercy

You’re Shooting Stars from the Barrel of Your Eyes by @circle-with-me

Tis’ the Damn Season by @circle-with-me

Will As Your Boyfriend HCS by @foliosriot

Vinny Mauro:

Am I Fuckable? by @foliosriot

Sweet Boy by @circle-with-me

thank you @deathblacksmoke for helping me put this together <3

dividers by @cafekitsune