#vincent vega fanfic

[reservoirreputation]

I'm really enjoying

writing about Vic and Vincent. Yeah, this is the fic where Vic's dead, but he's a ghost, and gets to sass his big brother, and it's a lot of fun :D

Vic is just overall one of the more enjoyable characters to write about, get into the head of. You can be as despicable as you want, and it be perfectly in-character for him.

Same thing with writing Vic/Eddie: they can be as messy as all get out, but it still works? And these two being soft for each other is also just as valid as them being toxic to one another

[autisticempathydaemon]

Hi! I’m here for the redacted boy pairing, I saw it on your blog and honestly wasn’t going to submit, until I read the questions and thought that they were super fun, unique, and interesting! The song I’m fixated on at the moment is This is what Autumn Feels Like by JVKE. The lyric I always look towards too whenever I play it is “Love is like riding a bike, scary but then it’s alright. I got the hang of it, right?” Because I feel like it’s a pretty good analogy! And I definitely relate to always wondering whether or not you’re doing something correctly 😅. My Enneagram Type is 6 apparently (I took the test just now) and I’m an ENFJ if that helps. I don’t think I’ve ever gone out of my way to listen to a ‘gargantuan YouTube essay’ but I do enjoy hearing people ramble about their interests if that’s similar! My childhood imaginary friend was Lucy from Narnia, I used to imagine that we would go horseback riding and I would run away to Narnia with her and never come back. To fall asleep I usually stay up watching shows (current obsession is criminal minds) or doing things like that and then passing out, though if I can’t sleep I usually just count until my brain shuts off. I would love the name Adrianna. I just think it’s really pretty and it has a lot of nickname options! Which is one of the few things I dislike about my current name, there are like 2 things you can call me to shorten it and one of them reminds me too much of my dad for me to feel comfortable with people using it. I think my favorite audio is either the decorating for the solstice one with David (I’m feral for the way he explains it all and then goes out of his way to tell Angel that he doesn’t want them to feel left out and that they’re the most important part of his life!!) or the one where Vincent tells Lovely about the monarchal summit (oh the foreshadowing) and about his first time there (I think it’s called Cuddling with your Vampire bf but I could be wrong). The Redacted boys I don’t get the hype for but don’t necessarily hate are Ollie (sorry dude, I’m sure you’re sweet and all but it’s just not my cup of tea) and Vega (I do actually dislike him! Everyone talks about this one video of him in the imperium but I’m too scared to watch the whole imperium and no one has given me a clear answer on what video it is that he’s not a ass). I’ve read the Lunar Chronicles (highly recommend) so many times that I practically know them by heart. I have a soft spot for twisted Fairy Tales and LET ME TELL YOU THEY DO IT SO WELL! This may be an odd answer but I’d want Damien as my best friend. I feel like we have a lot in common and I love me a sarcastic but incredibly driven kinda guy, that’s how a lot of my friends are. I don’t have a go-to topic when I tired, but everyone can tell because I start giggling like crazy, as if everything is funny 🥲. My gas station drink is the Cumberland farms slushies, I would mix the blue and red to make purple. I’m a sucker for the Spotify daily mixes tbh, bc I don’t have premium and they offer me the most amount of control as far as changing the song, replaying it, and only listening to the ones that I want to, plus it’s curated which I very much enjoy. My guilty pleasure media is probably in part Redacted 😅 but also I enjoy SOME Yandere stories that I find on like fanfic websites. And I’m talking about like ‘log this person is so dedicated to you! How fun! 🤩’ I usually scroll past when it’s like an actually ab-sive situation or senario. I really enjoyed this thank you!! 😊

Sorry this is the same person who just submitted the last ask (the one with the imaginary friend being Lucy from Narnia) and of course after I submitted I thought of some extra to add 😭 sorry for the inconvenience, I just wanted to add that I’m an Aries and a huge swifty, have a good day!!

Hmmm, this is hard because I feel like ENFJs could really work so beautifully with a lot of people- at least, Redacted people. In the end, I decided to pair the Protagonist, the natural leader, with our favorite leader, David Shaw.

After all, ENFJs, Arieses, and Sixes can be summed up as confident, principled idealists, the kind of friend who takes charge and takes care of their own. You’d be a wonderfully extroverted contrast to David, the perfect mate of the pack Alpha. I also like David for you because Sixes tend to be motivated by a desire for stability and security in their lives, and… well, c’mon. He runs a security company. I need not say more.

In addition to the pun, there’s so many cute, little things that’d be charming about your life together. Criminal Minds marathons would be so fun with David; he strikes me as the type who can always guess the UNSUB, and he feels a strong kinship with Hotch. He wouldn’t really understand the Taylor Swift hype, but that wouldn’t stop him from pulling some security connections to get you killer seats when she tours close to Dahlia.

Song:

No matter where you are, I'll be there/ We can be the generation/ Who learns how to love/ Mistakes and empty promises/ Will never be enough/ So tear apart these giant hearts/ That beat inside us now/ Let's conquer the percentages/ And rise above the crowd/ And I won't let you fall (won't let you fall)

This song is one of the most down to earth yet romantic songs I know, and that’s why I like it for you and David. Fun fact, the duo who sings this are married, and this is the song they wrote and performed as their wedding vows. That’s the kind of heart-melting, ooey gooey lovey shit that I think suits David and his partner, because that man is a sap and not good at hiding it.

Runner-Ups:

Lasko, I like for you for two reasons. One, he could use a friend and partner like you, he needs it. Two, I can see him also being a Narnia kid growing up, so that’d be a really cute thing for y’all to bond over. Geordi, I also think could use a partner like you, but honestly he’s mostly a runner up because he’s my favorite Redacted boi to headcanon as a Swiftie.

note: it’s no inconvenience at all, lovey, you’re good 💚

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[dxivi]

okay

So who do I write for you ask? Very good question. I'll throw in some fandoms and put in who I'll write for. (Ill forget to put fandoms in without a doubt so someone remind me of fandoms)

Also I write all three. M!reader, GN!reader and F!reader. (Yes, that includes trans!reader as well)

Fandoms

Criminal minds

Aaron Hotchner

David Rossi

Spencer Reid (That's still a bit doubtful but ill give it a try)

2. COD MWII

Simon "Ghost" Riley

John "Soap" MacTavish

John Price

I will only do Gaz and any of the others when in combo with the above.

3. NCIS/NCIS:LA/NCIS: New Orleans

No one probably knows of this fandom but here;

Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Ziva David

Anthony Dinozzo

Abby Scuito

Mayyyybee Timothy Mcgee but doubtful

Dwayne Pride

Tammy Gregorio

Christopher LaSalle (i haven't watched ncis new orleans in a hot minute so shit might be very ooc)

Sam Hanna

Kensi Blye

G. Callen

Marty Deeks

4. Hawaii Five 0

Even less know abt this one but;

Steven J. Mcgarrett

Daniel Williams

Kono Kalakaua

Chin Ho Kelly

Catherine Rollins (if you dare ask me to paint her in a good light go screw yourself, she fucked up Steve so long. I will not alter her so shes suddenly amazing and heroic.)

5. Bones

Dr. Temperance Brennan aka Bones

Seeley Booth

James Aubrey

6. Top Gun/Top Gun: Maverick

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Nick "Goose" Bradshaw (his death + fanfics with mav absolutely ended me- I still didnt finish the most hurtful one and its been over a year now)

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Possibly: Phoenix

7. The Mentalist

Patrick Jane

8. Sherlock (bbc & movies)

Sherlock Holmes

James Moriarty

John Watson

9. Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester (as a side character)

Crowley

10. The Slasher Fandom

Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees

Bubba Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Freddy Krueger

Stu Matcher

Vincent Sinclair

(Probably more but I don't remember of the top of my head)

11. Marvel Universe

Tony Stark

Bucky Barnes

Natasha Romanoff

Peter Parker (no smut, kids a fucking minor)

T'Challa (as a loving father type figure but it might be very ooc)

Clint Barton

Honerable mentions for movies/shows/books I don't have enough braincells for to put in but will possibly write for:

The Da Vinci Code

Angels and Demons

Inferno

Dante's Peak

CSI: Miami

CSI: Las Vegas

CSI: NY

Fbi: International

Fbi

THE FUGITIVE (1993)

Law & Order: SVU

Bull (like the show, Dr. Bull)

Jason Bourne

House M.D.

The fallen triology (Olympus has fallen, London has fallen, Angel has fallen)

The Matrix

Rush Hour (i love them <3)

Michael Vey (book)

PJO fandom

HOO fandom

Without a trace

Castle

Elementary

Hannibal (really depends, i only know fanfic of them)

Winx Club (not fate you heathen)

And uhhh- thats it i think? This probably isnt everything because im in so many fandoms of which I didnt watch/see anything besides the fandom itself but yeah- (many of which are on this list, why'd you think dr who isnt here)

[psychic-refugee]

Just wanted to tell you that I'm reading 'escaping the limelight' again for the third time, and this is still one of my favorite wenvier fanfics 🙌

Thanks! It'd definitely one of my favourite as well.

I'm very interested in Vincent Thorpe's background as a famous stage psychic, and Vegas was the natural place for such an act. lol

Here is the link for everyone else to check out!

[themonotonysyndrome]

Tag Game: First Linex10

Was tagged by the incredible @romirola and @friendlyfaded despite the fact that I haven't been writing a lot lately T.T So thank you so much guys!

rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway. 

Their Worse Halves (Christian & Alexis)Arden glances at the clock on the wall and checks the date on her phone.

Because of you, I lived on (Geordi/Cutie) ‘A POWER OUTAGE AT THE CENTRE OF DAHLIA! THE CAUSE? STILL UNKNOWN AFTER SIX MONTHS!’ is written on the front page of today’s newspaper.

Here's to forever (Frederick/Bright Eyes) The first night they and Frederick moved into their new loft apartment, Bright Eyes felt like a caged tiger. 

The worst kind of poison (Gavin/Freelancer) A lot of things can ruin a perfectly good day; the Freelancer is no stranger to that after everything that happened in their life. 

Round two, fight! (Vincent/Lovely) "... do great! I believe... Lovely." 

Third time's the charm (Sam/Darling) Darling had only met with Sam’s Newborns (“Babies.” Vincent Solaire teases when his babysitting duties ended. “Don’t let his grumpy attitude fool you. He’s surprisingly protective over them.”) twice, and even then, it’s from afar.

The games we play (Vega/Warden) An hour before his regular visitor arrives, Vega contemplates a human phrasing he has learned over his time here on Elegy. 

Who you gonna call? (Gavin/Damien/Lasko/Huxley/Freelancer) The Freelancer is currently trying to understand just how they got here, hovering near the door after Damien kicked it down in all his righteous fury with only Gavin to serve as a backup in case fists start flying inside the HOA office.

Guardian angels (David/Angel) A split second is enough to change a person’s life.

Those that stood above the rest (Vincent/Lovely & Gavin/Freelancer) Life as a student in D.A.M.N is nothing like regular colleges or universities.

Tagging: @k9rage @zozo-01 @gingerbreadmonsters @

[aggravateddurian]

Brother's Shadow/Chorus | Vincent Gonzalez (aka V)

This is my Masc V. Look at those sad, wet puppy dog eyes. You'd almost feel sorry for him if he wasn't a massive dick.

Meet Vincent 'V' Gonzalez, the half-brother of Valerie Ocampo-Gonzalez, former Arasaka intelligence agent, and, until he meets Johnny, an incorrigible dick. He is the brother in 'Brother's Shadow.'

In Chorus (aka the universe where Vega Hawse is V), he is a bit less of a raging dick. He's a nicer guy, is far less involved in Arasaka (and as such he doesn't become such an amoral bastard) and eventually has a somewhat happy ending, but I'll leave his story for the actual fanfic.

I have spent the past few days building him as an NPV so he can finally feature alongside his (half-)sister. Behold one such example:

Judy is not a fan of Vincent. What did he do to earn her undying emnity? When i eventually reach that point of Brother's Shadow you'll see...

[littlemissvincentvega]

LITTLEMISSVINCENTVEGA MASTERLIST

somebody requested i make a masterlist so here u go <3 i hope its ok for yall 💖💖

PULP FICTION:

Vincent's Actual Job (He is a Motherfucking Liar™)

Vincent Vega With a Younger Woman - HC

Vince Vega The Virginity Taker

Vincent Vega Dating a Vegan - Headcanons

You Need to Understand

Songs the Dogs & Vincent Would Give You a Dance To

Christmas with Vincent Vega Would Include

NSFW Alphabet: Vincent Vega

How Vincent Cares For You on your Period

Dishes

1am Guns

Teaching Vincent Manners in Public Would Include

Hitman's Hostage

How the Dogs/Nice Guy Eddie/Vincent Vega React to you Crying

How to Get Warm When Your Heater Breaks: A Tutorial By Vincent Vega

Sleepy Vince

Playing Mario Kart Wii with Vincent Vega Would Include

Eating Too Much Junk Food with Vincent Would Include

Dating Vincent Vega in this Day & Age Would Include

The Accident

Bad Day

Proof for Jules

Home Late

Honey in the Sky

Toilet Talk

The Vega Bros Taking Care Of You When You're Upset Would Include

Valentine's Day with Vincent Vega Would Include

Car Bickering

Cute Things with Vincent

"I can't sleep"

Daddy's Achy Girl

Hitman Snacks

Grumpy Vincent

Vince's Surprise

Vincent Vega's Pet Names For You Would Include

Seeing Vincent Vega For The First Time

Getting Even

Choppers & Burgers

RESERVOIR DOGS:

Morning Sex with Eddie Cabot Would Include

The Dogs On Your Birthday - HCs

The Dogs & Their Pet Names - HCs

How the Dogs React to Being Rejected by a Girl

Pregnant Wife HCs - Mr. Orange

HCs: Mr. White Dating a Chubby Artist

The Dogs + Eddie Asking You to Move In With Them

The Dogs With an S/O Who Has a Chronic Illness/Fatigue

Pink Prank

The Dogs (+ Eddie) With a Sad Blanket Burrito

NSFW Alphabet: Mr. Orange

Pink Lipstick

Songs the Dogs & Vincent Would Give You a Dance To

How the Dogs Feel About Christmas

HC: Mr. Blonde on Christmas

How The Dogs & Eddie Kiss Their S/O

The Dogs Teaching Their Lady How to Shoot Would Include

How Vic Rewards You for Being a Good Girl

How Vic Vega Reacts When You're Being Bratty

How the Dogs (+ Eddie) React When They Discover You're Crushing on Them

Fluffy HCs: Nice Guy Eddie

Heist Hotel Hotness

Cabot Lovenest

Freddy Newandyke Has Never Seen Scream

Secretary's Service

Halfsies?

Sex with Freddy Would Include

How the Dogs + Eddie React to you Dancing Up On Them at the Strip Club

Pink's Bruises

Super Cool Brain Power

How the Dogs React to Walking In On You Touching Yourself

Sneaky Guy Eddie

Things Freddy Does with you Pre-heist

Things Freddy Does with you Pre-heist (2)

Campdogs (pt. 1)

A Good Little Thief

A Good Little Thief (pt. 2)

How the Dogs & Eddie Comfort You - Panic Attack

Not-so-silent Treatment

A First Date with Mr. Blonde Would Include

Being Partners in Crime with Freddy Would Include

Enemies to Lovers

A Roadtrip with Mr. Orange Would Include

The Dogs Taking your Virginity

Just Smile

Stolen Ciggy

Field Feelings

The Dogs (+ Eddie)'s Favourite Body Part of Yours

Breakfast at Newandykes'

Having a Secret Relationships with the Dogs Would Include

Pink's Confession

Types of Roleplay the Dogs + Eddie Would Be Into

Things the Dogs say During Sex

Screaming with Brown

How the Dogs (& Eddie) React to you being M.I.A After a Disagreement

Wedding Boogies

How the Dogs/Nice Guy Eddie/Vincent Vega React to you Crying

Sweet Summer Date

How The Dogs (+ Eddie) React to you Surprising Them in Lingerie

Being the Only Female Reservoir Dog Would Include

Dating Mr. Pink in this Day & Age Would Include

Dating Mr. Orange in this Day & Age Would Include

How the Dogs Ask You Out

Pink's Reward

White's Grilled Cheese Sandwich (i know i'm bad at titles guys)

The Dogs and their Morning Routines

The Dogs (and Eddie) If They Went to High School Together

How the Dogs Entice Your Lazy Ass Outta Bed

The Dogs on their Birthdays

The Dogs on April Fools' Day

Beach Day with Mr. White (and the other Dogs) Would Include

Brown Is Late

Movie Night

The Vega Bros Taking Care Of You When You're Upset Would Include

Bill Tray Bickering

Grocery Shopping

Vince's Surprise

Meeting Mrs. Brown

The Sharpie Incident

KILL BILL:

Those Goddamn Groceries

Budd - NSFW Alphabet

An Assassin's Pincurls

Marked (Budd x Reader)

I Can't Think of a Title But It's Budd x Reader :-))))

A CLOCKWORK ORANGE:

How Alex Deals With a Bratty/Misbehaving S/O

HCs: First Date with Alex Delarge

GHOST WORLD:

"are you okay?"

[reservoir-bombshell]

charley x vince drabble

@headoverhiddles​ fault that i wrote this but it made me laugh while iw as writing it sooooo KSDLDJKLSAD I LOVE U BITCH THO LMAO

this drabble is literally just me self projecting but enjoy 

context: charley & vince are on vacation in california ok

“All I’m sayin’ is-- all I’m sayin’, honey, is that it’s fuckin’ stupid to make us go walkin’ all around this place lookin’ for vegan fuckin’ ice cream.” Vince waves his hands about, giving a slight eye roll.

Charley scowled, gently shoving him with her elbow. “Well, I’m not having ‘normal’ ice cream, so you’ll just have to deal with it. Why can’t you just enjoy our walk? We never get to do this!”

He shot her a glance. “Because I’m hot. My balls’re sweatin’.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“You asked, sweetheart,” Vincent shrugged, making a beeline for a nearby ice cream shop. He leaned over to ask the guy behind the counter, “You got any, uh, soy ice cream, or whatever?”

The girl watched, heart sinking a little when the guy shook his head. Oh well. While her clumsy prick of a man pressed further, she removed her sunglasses (red, heart-shaped ones, obviously) from the front of her shirt and put them on. It was very warm out, and very sunny. 

The hitman returned a minute later, slipping his hand around her torso. He pulled her closer to him and they began walking again. “No vegan ice cream. Sorry, honey. We’ll find someplace that sells it,” he said, looking over to the beach.

“It’s okay, I’m just enjoying spending time with you. Kind of.“ Last part was just a joke; she loved Vince.

A couple of judgemental looks were flung Charley’s way as they continued their stroll, and although it was nothing she wasn’t used to, it was still a little upsetting. But her mind wandered like usual, and she snorted softly as she clocked sight of Vincent’s shirt again. “I can’t believe you’re actually wearing that.”

“What?” He looked down to her, halting for a second. Then he took a step back, looked down at himself. A violently red Hawaiian shirt and cargo shorts-- to top it all off, he was wearing socks & sandals. 

Just... the way he was standing, how puzzled he looked paired with his outfit set Charley off. She giggled, snorting, “You look ridiculous!”

His face dropped. He was clearly offended. “I do not!”

“Oh, daddy, I assure you; you do,” she cackled, covering her mouth with her hand. “Why are you-- why--” She burst into laughter again, eventually bending over double, waggling her finger at his feet, “--why are you wearing those??!”

“It’s-- they’re my shoes! What the hell is wrong with my shoes?”

“You’re wearing socks and sandals, Vince!”

A few more odd looks were shot at Charley, but now it was literally because she was pointing at her boyfriend and shrieking with laughter. 

“Yeah? It’s so my feet don’t get all sweaty!” he protested, a defensive whine to his voice.

She composed herself slightly, standing on a nearby bench to match his height. “That’s-- that is not how that works,” she snickered, arms resting atop his shoulders, baby blues twinkling behind her sunglasses. 

He scoffed, the subtle scent of his last cigarette on his breath. “Alright, so my feet get sweaty, but the socks soak it up,” he grinned, hands on either side of her waist. “So they ain’t wet sweaty. You know?” And he kissed her, thumb brushing against her skin. 

When Charley pulled away, she squinted at him in amused disbelief, cheeks flushed from the kiss.

“That’s the most disgusting thing you’ve ever said.” 

[romirola]

Bound Together: A Redactedverse Tangled AU

It’s here! The long-awaited (often-teased) RedactedASMR Tangled AU fanfic I’ve been working on for the last two months is here! I cannot tell you how absolutely ecstatic I am to share this one with you. It is my hope that you will have as much fun reading as I did writing. A big thank you to @witchbinchstories for her initial post floating the possibility of a Redactedverse Tangled AU at this blog post and allowing me to rethink her original idea so that Milo could fill Rapunzel’s role and Sweetheart could fill Flynn/Eugene’s. Additionally, I’d like to thank @dominimoonbeamn for being so very supportive as I drafted the fic and graciously contributing an idea that appears in Chapter 9 of this story. Follow these talented creators for more fun Redacted content!

CLICK HERE TO READ CHAPTER 1 OF BOUND TOGETHER ON A03!

Find more details about the story below the cut. 

Rating: T

WC: ~45K over 11 chapters

Characters: Milo, Sweetheart, Aggro, Vega, David, Asher, Marie, Blake, Gavin, Vincent, Lovely, Sam, Darling, Damien, Huxley, Lasko, Avior, Starlight, Camelopardalis, Freelancer, Caelum, Angel, Babe, Kody, Warden, Elliott, Sunshine, Adam, Geordi, Cutie, Christian

Pairings: Milo/Sweetheart, David/Angel, Asher/Babe, Gavin/Freelancer, Vincent/Lovely, Sam/Darling, Damien/Huxley, Avior/Starlight, Elliott/Sunshine, Geordi/Cutie

Summary: Milo longs to leave his hidden tower for just one day to celebrate the upcoming solstice festival in the Kingdom of Dahlia, even if, according to his father, Vega, the only place Milo is safe is inside his tower and away from the society that hates him. When a fugitive stealth finds their way into Milo’s home, he realizes that this is finally his opportunity to sneak out of the tower for a day to attend Dahlia’s solstice festival. The last thing the stealth wants to do is play tour guide to Milo and his annoying cat, but once Milo holds their knapsack and its precious contents hostage, they reluctantly agree. Anything to appease Milo, retrieve their knapsack, and be on their way. During the adventure, Milo and Sweetheart meet a cast of friends and foes, uncover dark but magical secrets, and begin to see each other in a new light. Soon enough, they realize that if they want to make their respective dreams a reality (or just to survive), they need each other more than they ever thought possible. 

Tags: AU, Fairytale, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Romance, Love, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Suspense, Adventure, Fluff, Friendship, Humor, Banter, Trust, Trigger Warning: Emotional Manipulation, Fainting, Panic Attack, Support, Trigger Warning: Nonconsensual Magical Paralysis and Control, Betrayal,  Rescues, Found Family, Justice, Bravery, Kidnapping, CloseKnit, Bigotry, Wolf Hunt, Grief, Healing Magic, Hope, Happy Ending, All Listener Characters are Gender-Neutral

Thanks to everyone who encouraged this fic as I teased and talked about it here on tumblr! As requested, I am tagging @sri-rachaa for all Tangled AU-related posts and updates. I plan to reblog this post as I post chapters. (If you would like to be tagged, too, please let me know and I will!)

[athousandbyeol]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham/Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun Characters: Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham, Brief Mentions of Other KinnPorsche Characters Additional Tags: Angst, Tragedy, Slow Romance, Bombing, Hurt/Comfort, Bittersweet, Aged-Up Character(s), Dark, Fluff, Tenderness, Intimacy, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Prompt Fic, Mild Language, Lowercase Series: Part 13 of for vegaspete Summary:

"save yourself... pete..." vegas tries shouting. "go...! please... go...!"

"i'm not leaving you behind!"

"you'll die if... if you stay here... just... go... pete! go..."

"stop making decisions for me! i won't!"

pete is so fucking stubborn that vegas can't— just fucking can't— hate him.

[fandom-of-pulp-dogs]

Hiiiii 😌✨💖

Look I’m sorry okay 😔😤

Life has been busy and i haven’t been able to post much, but I am still working on asks and other shit for the blog! Please be patient! Also you can still request stuff it will just be a bit before I get to it!

Thank you for all your support and patience :))))

This blog brings me a lot of joy and everyone that supports me and sends asks and likes my posts are so AMAZING YOU GUYS ARE SO COOL thank you for giving me happiness!

But I just wanted to say I’m still here and I’m still working on stuff, slowly but surely more will be posted:)))

[headoverhiddles]

Watching Horror Films With Jules and Vincent Would Include

For @chari-koopa based on our conversation 😂

Jules is such a horror film lover so he suggests you all chill and pop a few in on a lazy day when Marsellus doesn't need them

Vince is like eughhhh cause he doesn't like horror films. Not cause he's scared. He's just one of Those People who says they're stupid, that nobody would go in there or say that, that's fuckin dumb!

He also says that he doesn't need to see that much blood in a movie, he sees it everyday at work

Still, you like horror films too, so it's 2 against 1

The three of you set up on the couch with some good weed, snacks, and blankets. Jules has The Thing, The Shining, Sleepaway Camp, The Exorcist, and Halloween

Vince complains a lot, but you run your fingers through his hair as you watch

Jules and you nerd out over certain parts that get really gross and gorey

"Aww! Did you see that motherfucker explode?!"

You promise to give Vince a blow job later if he watches all of them. He agrees, with a smile

Eventually, Vince starts to like them. He really likes the Shining, but keeps talking during it

"Alright, hold the fuck on. What's he doing in the pantry?"

"He was hungry, Vincent."

"Aw, don't shit me. He was loopy or something, right?!"

Jules loads his gun. "Motherfucker, you say one more word, I'm gonna Here's Johnny your ass."

"Damn, I'm just asking a question!"

"Not my fault you're a dumbass who doesn't pay attention!"

You end up whisper-explaining it to him tho, giggling

At some point during the watching, Vince starts to play with your tits or finger you under the blanket. You bite your lip to keep from squealing

It's just an all around fun day with your daddy/best friend.

[littlemissvincentvega]

do you think you could write about vincent explaining to his girl that he’s a hitman?

YES i absolutely can my darling :^))) i hope you likeee ittttt <333

“Can I get you a drink first?”

You stare at him. “When have you ever offered me a drink aside from when I’m mad at you or you want something off of me?”

You’re sitting on Vincent’s couch, legs crossed, watching him slowly pace the room. He halts when you question his motive: “I was just bein’ polite.”

“That’s not like you, though; that’s what I mean. Can you just spill the beans? What’s this all about?” 

He had called you, asking for you to go round later that day. And now it was later. Apparently he had something to tell you, something that couldn’t wait ‘any longer’ (his words). But Vincent was so vague on the phone that you literally had no idea what he was hinting at (”Vince, what the hell? Are you high or something?"). 

“You want a cigarette?” 

“. . . no, I don’t,” you answer rather bluntly, moving to fold your arms. You’re eyeing him now, meeting his gaze properly. There’s usually not much going on behind his eyes, but there’s a sheepish glaze to them right now. “Can you just sit with me and-- and get it over with? You’re actually starting to piss me off.”

The (hit)man stares at you briefly, then gives a slight nod. He takes a tentative seat beside you, slowly lowers himself onto the couch. Guilt taints his features. 

After a quiet, deep breath, he speaks. Baby blues meet your confused gaze. “So. . . it’s a li’l difficult to explain, honeypot. But I’ll try, and you gotta promise to not freak out.”

A frown creeps onto your face. Brows furrowing with slight distrust, you hold his stare. “I mean. . . I’ll promise to try?”

He decides that that’s good enough (he knows how stubborn you are; he’s not gonna get anything more out of you than that) and gently takes your hand, gazing down at it with those damned sheepish eyes. “You remember our first date?”

“At Jack Rabbit Slims; of course I do,” you confirm, a smile gracing your lips. It eases your frown, softens your features.

“Y’know how I told you--” He pauses, purses his lips, looks off to one side. He’s avoiding your eye. “--I told you I managed The Golden Arrow?” 

The furrowed brows return as you give a slow nod. Yes, you had asked him what he did for a living. 

(”I, uh, I don’t wanna brag." He gave a chuckle, taking a coy drag of his cigarette.

“Oh, come on, tell me. I’ll tell you somethin’ braggy in return," you promised, flashing him a grin.

He held his hands up in surrender, “Alright, alright. I manage a bar. It’s not well-known. . . I don’t think you’ll’ve heard of it.” He grinned, “Mostly older guys there. Not pretty ladies like yourself.”)

His expression has changed now-- his whole demeanour, almost. He seems nervous. Nervous like before you’re about to rip off a band-aid that’s been sitting on that awful wound for two weeks. Nervous like that.

Vincent presses his lips together, meeting your gaze. Yes, he’s terrified, you can see it now. You can see right through him. “I’m. . . ‘m a bad man, (Y/N).”

No follow up.

A sinking feeling in your chest becomes apparent, then, and your eyes dart across his features, as if by some strange prodigy you’ll know exactly what he’s thinking. 

“What?”

“I’m not a manager.” A quick pause. “The bar doesn’t even exist. Or, if it does, I sure as fuck don’t work there.”

Your hold on his hand loosens a little, and you actually feel yourself edging away from him. Not much-- less than a centimetre, in fact. You hadn’t purposely done it; it was the fight or flight within you that had. “What do you mean?”

“No, no, you don’t--” Vincent shuffles closer to you, taking your hand in both of his now. He brushes his thumb along it, leaning back slightly to meet your gaze, “--you don’t need to be scared of me, sweetheart. You know I wouldn’t do anythin’ to hurt you.” He holds your gaze, sincerity gracing both his voice and eyes. “Right?”

You trust him. Somehow. “I know, Vince, jeez,” you sigh, unable to follow his kindness up without any sarcasm. Hearing & seeing him be so serious is almost foreign to you-- usually he’s all for teasing you, seeing how much he can annoy you. Smug is definitely the word. 

He cracks a small smile, one corner of his mouth turning up. “Fuck you. Last time I say anythin’ nice to you.”

It was clear from the first time you met that Vincent isn’t really one that’s comfortable talking about his feelings. Was this conversation about feelings? Maybe, maybe not. But he’s all-in-all a pretty closed book, one whose pages are a little stuck together with shame and insecurities. Sometimes you just have to prise him open (figuratively, get your mind out of the gutter). “Stop stalling and just tell me,” you ease, pleading him with your eyes.

A sigh escapes his lips. He sits there, chin resting gently atop his fist, just thinking of how to word it. But words aren’t necessarily his strongest point. Inhaling deeply through his nose, Vince turns to you. “It’s a little hard to put into words what I do,” he says, “but, uh, here’s two. Hit. . . and man.”

You frown in confusion. “What? Do I look like I want a riddle? What the hell are you talking about?”

“Hitman,” he mumbles sheepishly, looking off to one side. “I’m-- I’m a hitman.”

Eyes widen, face drops as the penny does, and you glare at him like he’s simply a puppy who ripped up the toilet roll. “What?? Vincent!!”

He quickly rises to his feet, holding his hands up defensively: “Honey, honey! Chill out, (Y/N), honey-- sweetie-- I can explain!”

[littlemissvincentvega]

Hi i hope ur doing well 🥺 i found ur work on ao3 and binged ur fics for the past couple of weeks, and it led me to ur tumblr acc. I love ur work and i was wondering if u’d do a fic or smth on vince taking the reader’s virginity pls? I saw the same thing on ur res dogs fic and couldn’t resist asking. Thank u 🥺

hey thank u so much for this req and i hope ur doing well too ❤ love this idea, i hope you enjoy!!!! xxx

Food, drinks, and now a carelessly slammed door accompanied by lots of giggling. He pulls you in for a half-hug, half-kiss-- you’re still clutching the bunch of flowers he had bought for you (something Jules had probably recommended he do despite Vince protesting that it definitely wasn’t a date). They were carnations, a classy shade of red, and the bouquet wasn’t outrageously large. It was a humble size. 

“Vincent!” you giggle, squirming out of his grip as he peppers your cheek with kisses. “Let me-- let me put these down first!” 

Smirking, he watches you totter over to the couch and place the bouquet on it. “I’ma take a piss, then,” he announced, stuffing his hands into his pockets and sloping off to the bathroom. You can’t help but smile at how... gross he is.

This gave you a chance to have a little nosy, though. His apartment was somewhat messy, but you didn’t expect much else. It was by no means a cesspit, but just untidy enough to know that an idiot like him lived there. You two had been seeing each other for a few weeks now, and this was the first time you’d been to his home. An ashtray with old cigarette butts, a porn mag hidden crudely beneath the couch (you could see it poking out) and a polaroid of himself & a rather tubby, tough-looking black man were just a few of the things that were scattered about the place. At least he wasn’t a snob.

“Alright, get that sweet ass over here,” Vincent chuckled, shooting you one of his dorky, smug smiles and rubbing his hands together. You giddily approached one another, melting into another kiss, and this quickly turned into a rather steamy makeout session. His hands wandered about your body-- one moved down to caress your butt while the other gently rubbed at your waist. 

You pull away for a brief moment, giving a soft snicker: “Did you, uh, wash your hands after your piss?”

He scoffs, “Of course I fuckin’ did,” and looks down at you to meet your gaze. “You wanna sniff ‘em to be sure?” He raises his hand from your butt and waves it in front of you, smirking.

“No!” you grin, pulling him closer to you. You’re edging backwards to the bedroom by now. “I just wouldn’t be surprised, that’s all.” Before he can retort, you kiss him again, reaching down to feel at his bulge. He definitely has a semi on. A quiet groan sounds in his throat as you palm him through his pants, cock twitching as it hardens. 

Within seconds you’re on the bed, shoes & heels kicked off, hands exploring one another. You’re straddling him and he’s quite clearly enjoying groping your ass as you grind against his hard on, his eyes half-lidded. Another kiss is accompanied by giddy, soft giggles, both of you eager to get down to it. But there’s one thing, and now is apparently the time to tell him.

“Vince,” you mumble, and he gives a low hum in response. You press a couple of kisses to his neck, “I’ve never, y’know.” Maybe he’s smart enough to put the pieces together.

“Slept with a handsome mobster?” he teased, knowing what you’re getting at. He’s too much of a wind-up merchant to say it for you, though.

Scowling, you pull away to meet his smug gaze. “With anyone, asshole.”

“It’s cool, baby, I’ll be gentle.”

For once, he’s being genuine (or just.. not sarcastic), and you thank him with another kiss to his lips. One that’s eager, one that tells him you’re keen. Fast forward a few minutes of teasing & undressing and you’re laying beside him, one leg draped over his own, gently stroking his cock. As if you weren’t already gushing for him, his subtle groans of pleasure hit all the right places. 

“Get on your back, baby,” Vincent finally tells you, giving your boob a squeeze & nipple a gentle pinch. You do as he says and he gets on top of you, one hand trailing down your side while he sucks & nibbles at your tits. Your shy whines only egg him on, but he still feels obliged to ask: “Y’know, sweetie, we don’t hafta--” He trails a few wet kisses between your breasts, “--do anythin’ you don’t wanna do.”

“It’s cool, I want to. I really want to.”

You’re telling the truth, and he believes you. “Alright,” he hums, beginning to position himself. He rubs his cock along your slit, teasing it, precum mixing with your own arousal. “Jesus Christ,” he curses, stroking his head against your clit. “I’ll be gentle, don’ worry.”

After a few more seconds of teasing your slit, Vincent pushes himself inside of you, keeping his promise of being gentle. For someone so clumsy, he’s very careful with this, hands caressing different parts of your body. “You good?” he asked, voice nothing but a gruff whisper. 

“Uh-huh.”

“Tell me if it’s too much.”

He leans down and you two melt into another kiss as he begins to slowly fuck you, quiet groans spilling from his lips to yours. You soon get used to him and he gradually picks up his pace, though never going all that fast. A steady rhythm follows for the next few minutes, heavy breathing and hums of pleasure coming from both of you, until you feel your climax coming on. You tap his broad shoulder with the back of your hand, moving to cup his cheek. “I think I’m close,” you tell him, and he immediately reaches down to toy with your clit, continuing to fuck you. The pleasure is all too much for you and you soon feel yourself tighten around him, burying your face into his shoulder with a whine. He cums, too, quickly pulling out beforehand so as to finish over your tummy. 

“Shit,” he grunts, pumping himself through his climax. “Shit, baby. Jesus Christ.”

Your lips meet once more for a lazy, careless kiss, and he shifts to lay beside you, draping an arm around your shoulders. You’re both sort of catching your breath, so you don’t speak-- but you don’t really need to speak. 

You end up spending the night at his place after falling asleep in his bed. Vincent didn’t have the heart to ask you to leave; not that he even wanted you to. The night had been rather romantic, to be fair, but don’t be fooled-- in the morning he’d be farting like a lodging housecat. And that’s the first proper bickering match you’ll have (”What?? You gotta get used to ‘em!”). 

[littlemissvincentvega]

hii, how are you? I’m so happy your requests are opes now, this is my first time requesting anything so idk but i really wanted something with Vincent or Mr orange, where him and the reader have an argument about their job and how dangerous it is and they’re worried. I hope you have a nice day byee

hey baby im good thanks! :) omg im hit in the feels after writing this tho i am so sorry in advance ksdjskldjasSKLDJA i love this idea though thank you so much i hope u like it!!! :) stay safe xxx

You stand there, arms folded across your chest. “You’re seriously not gonna even have a conversation with me about this?”

Vincent continues to tie his tie in the mirror, not once looking at you. Not even through the reflection. In fact, it didn’t even seem like he was listening to you. “I’m cool with a conversation, but I know how this shit goes. It won’t be a conversation. It’ll be you layin’ into me and whinin’ about this & that.”

Feeling yourself well up, you press your trembling lips together. Still, he doesn’t even give you so much as a glance.

“You want to eat? You want to be able to live comfortably?” he goes on, fumbling about with his tie, neck craned forward. “You gotta accept that I have to go out and work.”

Your folded arms go a little limp and you feel your heart sink, like it’s a balloon and someone is slowly sucking the air from it. Deflating you. “Okay,” you reply, voice barely louder than a whisper. 

Satisfied with his tie, Vincent shrugs on his black work jacket and runs a hand through his greasy hair. He turns around, just about to ask you how he looks, and clocks you. Shit. The man was sometimes just so oblivious to how his words affected other people, and he was so used to bickering with Jules that more often than not his attitude wasn’t great in times like these. “Baby,” he sighs, stepping over to you. The second he’d realised you were upset it was like a wave of sheepishness had taken over; he walked with his tail between his legs. “C’mere.” 

You let him wrap his arms around you, pulling you into a secure hug, and he presses a long kiss to the top of your head. “Listen; I’m sorry,” he says quietly, resting his chin atop your head. “I’m real sorry, honeybunch. It’s-- I just can get a little... overwhelmed. There ain’t a lot I can do about my job, y’know?”

You nod, face pressed against his chest.

“I know it’s ‘cause you care... I appreciate it. You know that?”

Another nod, and you sniffle back a few tears. “It’s hard on both of us.”

“That’s what she said, baby.”

You reach up and pinch the bridge of your nose, trying to hold back a smile. He was a literal man-child. Watery eyes half-lidded, you look up at him. “You know what I mean, asshead.”

He studies your features. “Sure I do.”

“Just... be serious for a second,” you tell him, taking his tie in your hands and fumbling about with it. “I’m just so scared that something-- you know.” Gaze rises to meet his baby blues. “In case something happens to you and I--”

“--lose me?” He finishes your sentence for you, his own features soft & vulnerable (which was a lot for him, he wasn’t like that with anyone else). “Baby, listen here. You ain’t gonna lose me, a’right? And if you do, at my funeral you can say ‘I told you so’. How’s ‘at sound?”

“Don’t talk about your funeral, Jesus Christ. I don’t wanna think about that,” you sigh, prodding him in the chest. “Just please make sure you find a phonebox and give me a few calls? I really don’t wanna sit here and make myself sick with worry like last time. Vince, please.”

The hitman holds your gaze for a few moments, sincerity in his eyes. “I will.” He checks his watch and hums, “Shit-- I’m gonna be late. Alright, baby, I gotta run. I’ll see you tonight, okay? I promise. One hit for Marsellus, then I gotta take his lady out in the evenin’. But I’ll be back, I promise.” His voice is soft, and he brings a warm hand to your cheek, brushes his thumb across it. “I love you, okay?”

“I love you too.”

[littlemissvincentvega]

1am guns (vincent vega x reader)

i’ve done this as kind of a father’s daddy’s day special! but i just wanna note that:

if your dad has left/abandoned you etc

if your dad has passed on

if you have an unstable/difficult relationship with your dad

if your dad doesn’t treat you fairly

or anything like this that might make you feel down on this day

just know ur in my thoughts and i know how difficult it can be <3

either way, i hope u enjoy the fic :)

-

“So I should be back around seven tomorrow,” Jules reminds you, shrugging his jacket on and straightening it out. “You sure you’re good to stay over?”

“Yeah, no problem, Uncle Jules.”

“C’mere, kiddo,” he grins, pulling you in for a big hug. He gives you a reassuring squeeze and pulls away, holding your shoulders. “Any problems, call me, okay?”

“Yeah. But I’ll be fine.”

“Alright. Give her another kiss from me when she’s awake, yeah?”

“I will! Now go, you’re gonna be late!” you urge, shoving him out of the door and giggling.

“One thing you gotta know about me by now, I’m never fuckin’ late. S’at dumbass Vincent that is.”

“I get it,” you giggle. “See you tomorrow, Jules. Be safe.”

“I will, sweetie. See ya.” With that, you wave him out as he heads to his car and drives off, throwing you an extra wave as he does so. Despite calling him ‘Uncle Jules’, he’s not related to you by any means. Your father, Jimmie, had been friends with him since you were very young, so you had always known Jules as your uncle. He’s practically family at this point. Always cares for you, looks after you, makes sure you’re okay. Had always had your back (and always will).

Closing the door, you tiptoe to Jada’s room and peek in. There’s a hazy pink glow in the darkness coming from her nightlight (one you had helped pick for her birthday, actually) and she appears to be fast asleep. ‘Such a beautiful girl,’ you think to yourself. Smiling, you make your way to the kitchen to raid the cupboards. Jules had stuck a post-it note labelled ‘SNACKIES FOR THE BABYSITTER’ on two of them. 

You scoff to yourself. As if you didn’t already know exactly where the yummy nibbles are. Grabbing a bowl and emptying a hefty bag of salted pretzels into it, you head to the living room and plonk yourself on the couch. Jules had placed a few folded-up fuzzy blankets on the arm along with a couple of pillows, so you drape one over yourself.

Softly humming some Nirvana song you had heard that day to yourself, you ponder over what to watch on TV. Not expecting to find anything interesting, you mindlessly flick through the channels, eyes half-lidded in the darkness, the room barely lit from the box.

“--wanna be like you, hop-dee-doo-bee-do-bow

I wanna walk like you,

Talk like you, too”

You practically sit bolt upright at this. It’s the Jungle Book! Resting the TV remote on the stained coffee table, you snuggle down into the blankets, popping a pretzel in your mouth one after another. Maybe tonight won’t be as tedious as you had thought.

-

Creak.

You shuffle in your sleep, the TV still idly playing in the background.

Clomp. Clomp. Clomp.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, something snaps, and you jump the fuck out from the blankets into a stance that can only be described as that of a ninja warrior. Jules’ front door leads directly into the living room, and you give a threatening glare to the doofus standing at it.

He holds his hands up, looking at you dumbfounded. “Uh--”

“Shut the fuck up, who the hell are you and why are you in my uncle’s house?” you demand, fumbling around for the gun he hides for you. Your hands find it tucked inside one of the pillowcases, and you aim it at him. The guy watches you in confusion.

“I’m Vincent? I’m his-- I work with him? Who the hell are you?”

Oh. So this is the dumbass Jules always mentions. “Oh,” you say, lowering the gun. “So you’re the dumbass Jules always mentions.”

“I’m the what? Look, kid, why are you here?” he sighs, gently kicking the front door shut.

“I’m babysitting, asshole. Why are you here? Sneaking into Jules’ apartment in the middle of the fucking night? Imagine if Jada would have heard you, she’d be fucking terrified, you should be ashamed of yourself!” you scold.

Christ, this is embarrassing. Being lectured at one in the morning by some young girl in skimpy Mickey Mouse pyjamas. How fucking humiliating. “You can’t talk to me that way, I’m-- you can’t talk to me like that!” he stutters.

You fold your arms, unintentionally pushing your breasts together. His eyes automatically drop to them-- you’re not wearing a bra, either. “Uh, hello? Eyes up here?” you scoff, snapping your fingers in front of your chest. He jumps at this and meets your eyes again.

“Sorry.”

“Whatever,” you say, pretending to not enjoy it. You had never seen a photo of Vince before, but god, he’s handsome. You’re lucky you’re wearing your ass-shorts, as your best friend liked to call them (they make your ass look incredible, these pyjamas really are a blessing). “We can talk like adults here. Why are you sneaking into my uncle’s apartment?”

“Why do I suddenly owe you an explanation?”

You raise your eyebrow at him, arms still folded. That’s enough to terrify him into telling you.

“Alright, alright! I lost my fuckin’ gun and I know where he keeps his spares,” he admits, his eyes flickering from your chest to your eyes.

You saunter over to him, a smirk playing on your lips-- older men are much more fun to tease. “You can borrow mine, if you like,” you coo, “daddy.”

“Wh-- look, honey, I ain’t into, uh, I ain’t ‘boutta-- you know!” he stammers, not knowing where to look. He has to look down at you to make eye contact, and he can’t really do that without looking down your shirt. It’s not making it any easier that your nipples are visible through the material.

“Ain’t about to what, Vincent?” you tease, running your tongue over your upper lip. You gaze up at him with doe eyes, knowing exactly what you’re doing to him. Poor guy, he’s so flustered. Feeling a little guilty about it, you change your expression to a smug one. “I’m kidding, Christ. I’ll go get you one of his spares.”

Vince sighs and holds his coat so it covers his crotch as he trails after you to Jules’ room-- you’ve got him all worked up.

Jules keeps his guns in a safe that’s hidden at the bottom of his wardrobe, so you grab the key from its safe place and get on your hands and knees to unlock it. The shorts hug your ass perfectly, and Vince can hardly take it. You can feel his eyes roaming over you and, smirking to yourself, wiggle your butt a little. “Oh, god,” he groans, unable to keep it in. “Oh, fuck, I’m sorry, honey, it’s just that y--”

“Wanna fuck?”

“What??”

“Want? To? Fuck?”

He lets his coat drop to the floor. “Is that a question or an offer?” 

You cock your head to look up at him, chewing your lip. “Both,” you whisper, kneeling in front of him. He watches you like a hawk as you palm him through his pants, rubbing your lips and nose against his erection, almost gnawing at it.

“Mm, good girl, good kitten,” he urges, running his hands through your hair.

Giggling quietly, you paw at his hand and he helps you up. He rubs your waist with his hands, pushing your shirt up. The warmth from his palms is so comforting. You pull him in for an impatient kiss-- his breath tastes of cigarettes. It’s dirty, you like it. “Fuck me on the couch, I’m not doing it in my uncle’s bedroom.”

“Of course, babydoll,” he smirks, picking you up and carrying you to the living room. Carefully, he lowers you down so you’re on the couch, legs spread and ready to be fucked. “I’ll pull out, baby, don’t worry about that.”

“Mhm, yes daddy,” you whine, gushing at the sound of his belt buckle jingling as he drops his slacks and takes himself out. You hear him jerk himself a couple of times for the relief and, god, it’s such a fucking hot thought.

“S’all cause’a those beautiful tits’a yours,” he growls, holding the crotch of your shorts & panties to one side and rubbing the tip of his cock up & down your slit, teasing you. It’s practically glazed over with your wetness. “Don’t leave much to the imagination, do ya, baby girl?”

“Still reeled you in though, didn’t it?”

“That’s true,” Vincent admits, chuckling as he positions himself. Slowly, he pushes his cock into you, one hand on your ass and the other on your waist, pulling you towards him. A few moments later and he’s worked up a steady rhythm, grunting quietly with every thrust. Aside from the TV that’s quietly sounding, the only noise in the room is the sticky sound of slapping skin accompanied by hushed groans. “So good, baby, so fuckin’ good,” he growls under his breath, fucking into you in just the right spot.

Not a few minutes later and you’re panting a little, feeling your orgasm on its way. “Mmf, daddy, I’m gonna come,” you whine, doing your best to keep quiet.

“Tha’s a good girl, honey, go on, all for daddy.”

Hearing him refer to himself as daddy in that sexed up voice is enough for you. Your climax approaches and you feel your pussy tighten around his cock. You bite down on your knuckle to muffle your squeals, which sets him off-- he pulls out, jerking himself as he finishes over your ass. “Christ,” he pants, giving himself a stroke before pulling his pants back up. “That wasn’t bad.”

You readjust your panties & shorts so you’re wearing them like normal again, then turn to face him, raising an eyebrow with an amused smirk. “’Wasn’t bad’? Great fucking review, I’m flattered,” you say sarcastically, and he chuckles.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know,” you giggle, taking his hand to check his watch. “You should probably get going, you’re not supposed to be here.”

“Well wham-bam, thank you mam, huh.”

Vincent pulls you in for another kiss, the two of you smiling against each other’s lips. “You know I didn’t mean it like that, asshole.”

“I know, honey.” He rubs his hands over your waist fondly, sighing in satisfaction. “I gotta say, I didn’t think my night would pan out like this.”

“Huh, maybe you should take more of an interest in Julie’s life. Find out when he’s out for the night, when he’s having a babysitter,” you wink.

“Maybe I will.”

He gazes at you for a moment before buckling up his belt, looking around. “Where’s that gun again?”

“Oh, it’s just in his bedroom,” you reply, tottering off to fetch it for him. He waits in the bedroom doorway, leaning against the frame. You toss it to him and he throws a smile at you.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. And if Jules asks, I didn’t see you.”

“Honey, if Jules knew we had a fuckin’ interaction he’d lecture me with some dumbass Bible verse or some shit, nevermind if he knew what we just did,” he smirks. “I’d be in more trouble than you, believe me.”

You do believe him. Jules can be ruthless when he wants to be. Sighing, you see Vince to the door (him stealing a handful of pretzels on the way) and give him a kiss on the cheek goodbye. “I’ll see you when I see you,” you smirk, rocking back and forth on your heels.

“Definitely, baby. See ya.”

You watch him saunter off and, when he disappears from your sight, you trot back to the couch. Just as you begin to snuggle under the blankets again, the telephone starts ringing. You nearly jump out your skin-- it’s fucking half-past one in the morning! “Hello?” you frown.

“Hey, sweetie, it’s Dad. You okay?”

“Wh-- Dad, I’m fine! Why’d you ring me so late? I nearly shat myself, the phone’s so damn loud!”

“Watch your language,” he chuckles, making you smile. “I just wanted to check up on you, know you’re alright and stuff. And Jada, obviously.”

“Yeah, we’re fine. She’s fast asleep. How’s things at home?”

“It’s alright, kiddo. Listen, you should be asleep!” he scolds, mostly joking. Your dad had never really been very good at discipline. Then again, he never really had to be-- you had always been a good kid, for the most part. Cheeky, true, but well behaved.

You roll your eyes with a giggle. “Even if I was asleep, which I wasn’t, the phone would’a woke me up, dumbass!”

“I know, muffin. I just wanted to check you’re okay,” he laughs. “What’re you doin’ up this late anyways? Up to no good?”

“Of course. Nah, just watched Jungle Book on TV. Why the hell are you awake?”

“I was trying to stay up so I could call you at like, midnight, to check on you,” Jimmie explains, “but I sorta kinda fell asleep watchin’ TV.”

“Congrats. Dad, I’m gonna try and get some sleep.”

“Alright, sweetie, love you. Sleep well!”

“Night, love you too!”

With that, you hang up and drift off beneath those fuzzy blankets, clinging onto one of the pillows and dreaming of Vince.

-

“(Y/N), (Y/N)!” 

You try to open your eyes, squinting at the sunlight shining through the windows. “Huh?” As your vision comes together, you realise it’s Jada. She’s awake and ready for breakfast.

“I’m hungry,” she says, prodding your cheek.

“Hi hungry, I’m (Y/N),” you tease. “I’ll get you some breakfast, just give me a minute to wake up, sweetie.” Handing her the TV remote, you sit up on the couch rubbing your eyes. Remembering the night’s events, you let Jada choose what she’d like to watch.

She decides on Rugrats, something you secretly enjoy. You pat your lap and lift her onto it, giving her a kiss on the temple. The kid’s seven and she absolutely adores you. Really looks up to you, Jules says. “You want some Count Chocula?” you ask, smiling.

“Yes please!”

“Alright, honey,” you smile, lifting her off of your lap and onto the couch. Running a hand through your ruffled hair, you head to the kitchen to fetch her cereal and return in a couple of minutes. Just as you emerge from the kitchen, the front door swings open and in comes Jules.

“Daddy!” squeals Jada, running up to him.

“Pumpkin!” He scoops her up in his arms, pulling her into a big hug. “How’s my princess? Did you behave for (Y/N)?”

You set Jada’s breakfast down on the coffee table, watching the two with a grin. “Yes, she was good as gold, weren’t you honey?” you smile, and she nods proudly.

“Tha’s my girl.” Jules looks at his daughter like she’s the only thing that matters. It’s refreshing to see such wholesomeness for once. To say he’s a hitman, he’s a complete softie when it comes to being a dad. “Go on, go eat up your breakfast, baby.” With that, Jada skips off back to the couch.

“How was work?” you ask, leaning against the wall.

“It was alright but, oh, (Y/N), that dumbass Vincent--”

You feel your eyes go wide for a split second and quickly revert them back to normal. The last thing you want is to make him suspicious.

“--calls me at, like, midnight or so? Tells me he’s lost his gun? And I’m try’na carry out a damn hit. Honestly, I don’t know where that numbskull gets off.” He sighs, shaking his head with a little smile.

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” you agree, not even thinking twice about your response.

“You what?”

“Oh, nothing. I’m just tired, Dad called me at like, almost two in the morning.”

“Ah. I’ll run you home after Jada’s eaten, sweetie, a’ight?”

You smile, heading back to the couch to sit with your ‘cousin’. “Thanks, Uncle Jules.”