#vinnie being a munch

[prettygirl-gabi]

Chocolate-Covered Strawberries

Rating: Mature

Warning: Vinnie being a munch..oral (fem receiving), reader has some thicc thighs MDNI!!

I repeat MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!!

Category: F/M

Fandom: Vinnie hacker...

Relationships: Vinnie Hacker x black f reader

Summary: Vinnie being a munch before his stream...

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Vinnie’s POV

It’s not often I get the luxury of waking up before her, but when I do, I make the most of it. The early morning light spills through the blinds, casting a soft glow on her smooth brown skin. She’s curled up on her side, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Her hair is freshly done—a crown of thick, shiny braids that she got done yesterday. She looks like a goddess.

But that’s not why I’m awake. No, I’ve been staring at her thick thighs peeking out from under the covers for the past five minutes. Those thighs that drive me insane every single time. I swallow hard, knowing I have a full day ahead of me—a 24-hour stream I promised my fans—but before I let the day steal me away from her, I have to make this moment ours.

I shift carefully, peeling the blankets off her without waking her. She stirs, mumbling something incoherent, and I freeze. Once I’m sure she’s still asleep, I get to work, kissing the inside of her thighs and trailing upward.

“Mmm... Vinnie?” Her voice is groggy, but there’s a hint of amusement laced in her tone.

“Morning, baby,” I mumble against her skin.

“Vinnie, what are you—” Her words cut off into a soft gasp as I slide her legs apart gently.

“Just let me take care of you,” I whisper, already lost in her scent, her warmth.

She moans softly, and I swear, it’s the best sound in the world. I take my time, savoring every second, every taste, every reaction. She tries to push my head away at one point, half-heartedly, but I grip her thighs firmly, holding her in place.

“Vinnie, you’re such a—”

“A munch?” I finish for her, grinning against her.

Her laughter is breathy and light. “Yes. A damn munch.”

I don’t argue. She’s not wrong. I keep going until she’s trembling beneath me, her hands clawing at my shoulders and back. She leaves marks—I know she does—but I can’t bring myself to care. She tastes like chocolate-covered strawberries, and I tell her as much when she finally catches her breath.

“You’re insane,” she says, panting as she pulls the covers back over her.

“Insanely in love with you,” I counter, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Her braids smell like coconut oil and heaven.

“You’re lucky I love you too,” she mutters, but I catch the small smile tugging at her lips.

Fast forward two hours later, and I’m sitting in front of my PC, logging into my stream. I decided to stream shirtless today—partly because it’s comfortable, but mostly because she stole my shirt after I showered. Seeing her tiny frame swallowed up in my oversized shirt did things to me, but I had a schedule to keep.

“Yo, what’s up, chat?” I greet my viewers, running a hand through my hair. Comments flood in immediately, the chat scrolling so fast I can barely keep up.

“Bro, why are you shirtless?”

“Vinnie, what happened to your back??”

“Why are your lips so swollen???”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “Man, y’all are nosy today.”

The questions keep coming, though.

“Did you get in a fight?”

“Did you fall or something?”

I glance over at her sitting on the couch behind me, still wearing my shirt, her thick thighs on full display. She’s scrolling through her phone, pretending not to notice me staring.

“Nah,” I say, smirking. “No fight. No fall. Just... let’s call it ‘relationship perks.’”

Chat explodes.

“WHAT???”

“VINNIE EXPLAIN.”

“PERKS???”

She looks up from her phone and arches an eyebrow at me. “Relationship perks, huh?”

“What?” I shoot back, grinning. “It’s true.”

She rolls her eyes but doesn’t argue, and that only makes me laugh harder.

About halfway through the stream, I’m taking a break to grab water when she wanders into the kitchen. She’s still wearing my shirt, and it’s slipping off one shoulder, exposing her soft, brown skin. She’s so tiny—barely reaching my chest, but she packs enough attitude for someone twice her size.

“Hey,” I call out, pulling her into my arms before she can escape.

“Vinnie, you’re live,” she says, swatting at my hands, though she doesn’t pull away.

“They can wait,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Then, because I can’t help myself, I add, “God, your thighs drive me insane, you know that?”

Her cheeks flush, and she smacks my chest lightly. “Shut up!”

“What?” I tease, spinning her around and planting her on the counter. “It’s true. You’re so beautiful, baby. I can’t get enough of you.”

She bites her lip, trying to hide her smile, but I catch it anyway. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“And you’re lucky I love you,” I shoot back, leaning in to kiss her again.

By the end of the stream, the chat is still buzzing with questions about my lips, my back, and my overall mood. I ignore most of them, but when someone asks why I’m grinning so much, I can’t help but answer.

“Because life’s good,” I say simply. “And my girl’s even better.”

She throws a pillow at me from across the room, and I laugh so hard I almost fall out of my chair.

Life really is good.

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[sturnioloshacker]

munch - a vinnie hacker smut

a/n: for my bae @heartsforvin hehehehe; lowercase intended 

warnings: smut, pussy eating, vinnie is the biggest munch, cum eating, dirty talk, filth, praise kink, overstimulation

summary: vinnie living up to the word munch by eating you out 

“oh yes vinnie, just like that!”

those simple words fall out of your mouth in a heap as you wrap your delicate petite fingers in your boyfriend’s curls whose face is in between your thighs. the most dirtiest noises fill the room as you yelp and squirm. between the loud wet noises of your pussy and vinnie’s moaning and sucking, you feel yourself melting into the bedsheets and pillows sprawled out around you. you raise your head slightly with whatever strength is left in your body to look at vinnie. feeling your eyes on him, he looks up at you and smirks as he watches your eyes roll back in pure please and ecstasy. he detaches his lips from your swollen core and wipes his mouth.

“like what you see, princess?”

“mhm”.

“aw have i got you fucked dumb already? i haven’t even got my dick inside you and you’re already crying for me. such a slut you are”.

he dives back down and continues his previous actions, making you scream. the messy slurping noises have you in a daze before you’re arching your back due to the sudden stimulation of your clit being toyed with by vinnie’s rough fingers. 

“mmm such a good girl for me, look at you enjoying this shit. such a filthy little girl. that’s it, take it all baby, want you to cum all over my face”.

your eyes rolled so far back you can see your brain, your legs shake with every suck and lick that your boyfriend’s mouth and tongue makes. all you could do was simply cry out and nod, words being too overwhelming to use right now. out of nowhere, your orgasm hits you hard. back arched, mouth wide open and legs numb, you’re whining and whimpering you cum on vinnie’s face. 

“goodness sweetheart! what a mess! enjoyed that one, huh? bet you’ll like your second one.”

before you can even speak, his head is back and buried in between your thighs, cleaning up all the mess just to create another one. you’re so overstimulated that you can barely form coherent sentences. his fingers working so deep inside your seeping wetness and his tongue circling your clit super fast, all he could hear was your sweet moans and cries for him to make you cum again.

“you wanna cum?”

“please!”

“please what?”

“wanna cum… please!”

“good girl, cum for me. that’s right, you got it. make that cute pussy cum on my face again”. 

the second orgasm washes over, your moans and cries echo throughout the room as vinnie licks every last drop of cum. your trembling legs being held by his strong biceps, your hands held still by his large ones, your breathing erratic as you slowly come down from your high. your back finally hits the mattress and your heart rate slows. little shudders are all that’s left as vinnie licks up the last few drops that leak out of your pussy before he heads to the bathroom to grab a fresh warm towel for you.

“you did such a good job for me, baby. so proud of you.” he says with a kiss to your overly sensitive clit as he cleans you up gently.

“thank you.”

“thank you what?”

“thank you daddy”, you giggle, earning a sweet, sensual kiss.

[chukys-mouthguard]

I know youve probably been getting a ton of rempe request which I have to add to it too (I’m so sorry) but a good enemies to lovers with a bit of angst would be 😮‍💨

Party’s Over

Words: 3.49k

Featuring: matt rempe x female reader

Genre: angst, fluff; enemies to lovers

Summary: who the fuck invited matthew rempe to your birthday party?

“So, guess what Braden just told me.”

Your friend setting her phone down after reading a text from her boyfriend, an awkward smile on her face. “No, absolutely not, tell him no!”

Not needing her to even give the answer you were already fully aware of what Braden had said. But there was no way in hell you were okay with it.

“If those boys dare to bring Matthew Rempe to my apartment, they are going to get beers thrown in all of their faces!” She laughed as you pointed to the case of beers you were getting unboxed into an ice bucket for the guys to dig into once they arrived. The rest of the girls just silently munching on chips and queso as they all knew this saga between you and Rempe all too well. And as much as they would love for you to join the club and start dating a Ranger like the rest of them, they weren’t planning on that being Matt.

While you loved all of their boyfriends, the one Ranger you couldn’t stand was Matt Rempe. From the day you two met he had gone out of his way to be nothing but a dick to you. Constantly ragging on you, taking jokes too far, and now he was going to be in your apartment. No doubt any little action of his would piss you off to your maximum, simply because he was in your place.

“Look, it’s your birthday, I don’t think he will be an asshole to you today. Plus, they are already on their way here. What are they gonna do, throw him out of the car?” “Yes! That sounds like a great plan!” Rolling your eyes you finished setting up the appetizers and drinks before the guys arrived.

“Hello hello? We heard there’s a birthday going on?” Vinny Trochek called out before the boys filed into your apartment, each of them with a significant other soon joining them, the few single guys and girls introducing themselves as everyone was grabbing drinks and getting food.

You had greeted everyone but were also too preoccupied with being a host, in hopes that it would distract you from how angry you were with Matt being in your apartment.

“Y/n…it’s your party and you’re making drinks for people. What the fuck? Go drink, mingle.” Braden’s girlfriend quick to take the bottle of Tito’s from your hand and push you toward the kitchen island, your sudden presence stopping a conversation between Matt and Chris Kreider. “Oh I’m sorry, did I interrupt something?” You glared at Matt, your tone a bit harsh as he sipped his beer. “Actually yeah, Matt was just saying how good you look tonight.”

Shaking his head in protest, Matt quickly swallowed down his beer, “more like the opposite. I said no such thing, don’t flatter yourself.” He smirked at you while Chris just shook his head, hating the constant immature bickering between the two of you.

“How about, you take that beer bottle, and show it up your ass Rempe? I think that would be such a fun party trick.” Flashing a fake smile you quickly left the kitchen, heading to your bedroom to cool off.

Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you began to second guess your outfit.

knock knock

“Y/n, what’s up? Chris said you stormed off after Matt made some smartass comment. Are you okay?”

“Do I look okay? Like, should I be wearing something different?” Chris’s wife Francesca rolling her eyes as she took a seat on your bed. “Really? Rempe said shit about your outfit and now you want to change? Have you ever thought that maybe the two of you just need to fuck and get it over with or something? I really think this whole act you’ve got going on needs to stop.”

Ignoring her comments completely, you went right to your closet, pulling out a white short sleeved bodysuit and a new pair of jeans. Quickly pulling them on and then pairing them with some heeled black boots.

“Okay, thoughts?”

Francesca lightly chuckling at how self conscious you’d become the second Matt said anything negative about how you looked. “I mean, you look hot as fuck. But, I feel like you’re trying to look good for him now.”

“Don’t be silly, I’m simply just trying to look hot and make him eat his words. And if the boy starts drooling about my tits practically being on display, that’s his problem not mine. Now let’s go do a shot!”

After you reappeared from your bedroom, newly clothed, you couldn’t help but notice how Matt’s demeanor had changed. He kept his distance and didn’t say a word to you. Though he didn’t have to, his eyes on you almost constantly and you were happy to know he was eating his words.

Three rounds of shots later, everyone was piling into Uber’s to head out, of course everyone finding it funny to put you and Matt in the same car, as well as make you both sit in the back seat together. Keeping your back somewhat to him, you tried to not as much as bump him with an arm or a leg, though his hand had tapped you multiple times as his arm was draped across the back on the seat.

Once at your destination you quickly pulled out your lip gloss and turned on your front camera to aid in your application.

“You know, I never understood the point of lip gloss. Like, it’s just gonna come off on your drinks or when you kiss someone.”

Matt practically whispered in your ear as he peeked his face into the view of your camera, making you roll your eyes. “Yeah well,” turning to face him, you hadn’t noticed how close his face was to yours, causing you to swallow a breath, “guess you’re in luck, I definitely won't be kissing you tonight.”

The group headed inside the club, having a table reserved at the back as to hopefully not draw too much attention having a handful of the Rangers with you. Everyone getting comfortable and situated with drinks as you threw back a few shots to erase the backseat interaction with Matt from your mind. This was your birthday, you were not going to let that cocky asshole ruin it.

The night had so far consisted of Vinny Trocheck getting so drunk he attempted to dance shirtless in your section, Chris and Matt competing to see who could chug their beers the fastest, and you losing track of just how many drinks and shots you’d had. But one thing you knew for sure was that you were about to pee your pants.

“I’ll be right back, bathroom.”

Slowly making your way through the crowd by yourself, Matt’s eyes followed you, making sure you made it to your destination. “Dude, cut the shit. This tough guy act, being dick to her. It’s not working for you.” Matt scoffed, taking a sip of his beer, “Krieds, I have no clue what you’re talking about.” He tried denying it, but Chris could see exactly what Matt thought he was doing. And despite his efforts, majority of the guys could see right through him. “All I’m saying is, for someone who dislikes her so much, you sure do care a lot making sure she made it to the bathroom safely.”

“Look, there’s a difference between me not liking the girl but knowing how to be a decent human being. Should I want her to not make it safely? Gosh Krieds now you sound like the asshole.” Matt attempted to put an end to the conversation, turning away from Chris, though keeping an eye on the bathroom.

After what felt like a thirty minute wait, you were able to evade peeing your pants in public and were headed back to your party. Though not before a drunk guy could try and creep on you, immediately making you remember why you didn’t go out to clubs anymore.

“Hey beautiful, you here alone?”

“Nope, actually here with friends.” Flashing a soft smile you attempted to brush past him in the hall, but he moved with you. “Oh, so you’re the one celebrating a birthday. How about I get you a drink?” Again flashing a smile you shook your head, “no thank you, we are stocked on drinks. I’m good.” The drunken man catching up to you as you could barely maneuver your way through the crowd. His hand snaking around your waist as he pulled you into him. “How about more than just a drink then?”

Immediately pushing against his chest to get out of his grip, you questioned the man but he didn’t let go. However soon enough, another arm reaching around to pull you free, to which you were surprised. Ready to thank the individual who likely saw the event and stepped in, until you saw the face of Matt Rempe appear next to you.

“Pretty sure that’s not any way to treat a lady. You wanna tell me why you put your hands on her?” Rolling your eyes you didn’t bother to stick around for Matt to be the hero and ask for your praises. Matt noticed you run off, but made sure the drunken man wouldn’t cause any more trouble for the night. Heading back to the table and immediately downing a shot before asking your friends to dance.

It was now 2am and you were down for the count, not able to hold your head up and just wanting food and your bed. Your friends helping you to your uber as everyone was more than happy to head home for the night. None of them partying like this in awhile and already anticipating the hangovers that were on the horizon.

“Okay, so as much as I want to take y/n up to her bed, I’ve got to get Chris home before he’s knocked out and I can’t deal with him alone.”

Francesca doing her best to keep Chris awake next to her as you were in the back seat once again with Matt, though you were oblivious to that as you were asleep with your head on his shoulder. “I can take her.”

Francesca a bit shocked at Matt’s offer to help. “You sure you’re not just gonna take her up there and draw on her face or something to mess with her?”

“Oh come on, I’m not that much of an asshole.”

Matt laughed, shaking his head as he looked down at you sleeping.

“Y/n…Y/n, wake up. We are back at your apartment.” Your eyes slowly fluttered open as Matt was attempting to help you out of the Uber. “I can do it myself.” Pulling your arm away from him as you were adamant about getting yourself inside, though only stumbling up the sidewalk and practically breaking your ankle in the process. “Y/n, just let Matt help you please. I gotta get Chris home before he’s sleeping on the street tonight. Stop hating him long enough for him to get you into bed.”

“I will never let this man get me into his bed!”

Francesca shaking her head with a sigh, “that is not what I meant, Jesus Christ…Matt, please let me know if you need anything. But I gotta get this man home.”

Matt laughed as Francesca guided a drunken Chris to their car, knowing that he would never let him live down this moment of being carried by his wife because he couldn’t hold his alcohol.

“Alright, let’s get this over with.”

Matt put a hand to your lower back as he helped guide you inside, trying his best to keep his distance so as to not upset you any more than he already had. The ride in the elevator was silent as you just stared at the numbers slowly counting up until you had reached your floor. Doing your best to walk to the door without issue, though now you were in for it as you tried to fumble with your keys and unlock it.

“Can I-” “No, I got it.”

Quickly opening the door you tossed your bag on the counter, soon collapsing on your couch. Not caring that the walk to your bed would have been only sixty seconds more, you needed to be horizontal and not in these boots any longer. Trying your best to kick off the boots, but having no luck, Matt soon came over to help. Your need for the boots to be off stronger than your want to be Miss Independent.

“I guess I will get you some water, heat up some of the food from earlier…”

His voice trailed off as he walked to the kitchen, your eyes opening to watch him. Why was he being nice all of a sudden? You didn’t like it, after he had made it his mission to be an asshole, all of a sudden he starts trying to be nice? He was clearly trying to get something out of you, praises or thanks for stepping up and taking care of you. Most likely to rub it in your face later and laugh at you for thinking he was a changed man or something.

“I don’t need your help, you know. I can do all of that myself.”

Matt just ignored you, continuing with making you a plate of food before he brought it over to you on the couch. He smiled softly as he held out the plate, and as much as you were starving, you couldn’t bring yourself to accept anything from him. “Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?”

He looked at you confused before setting the plate on the island in the kitchen. “Pretending like you care! Trying to be some hero and swoop in to save the day. You know what your problem is?”

“What’s my problem?” He leaned against the island, crossing his arms as he let you continue with airing your frustrations.

“You think that anyone is going to fall head over heels for you and just give you everything you want. You’re so full of yourself. And then, the second a girl doesn’t fold for you, you treat her like shit, like how you did with me. Do you know how annoying it is? Being friends with all those guys, and you’re the only one who hates me? Who talks shit about me, bashing me whenever he can? I fucking changed my outfit tonight because you made me feel like shit about myself! And for what? Because I didn’t drop my pants for you the first day we met or something? Get a fucking grip, and stop thinking so highly of yourself. I didn’t need your help at the bar, and I don’t need your help now if you’re only doing it to hold over my head later or try to use it against me. I don’t need you trying to embarrass me for ever thinking you were actually a nice guy and gave a shit. So if you’re only doing this to look good to everyone else, then please leave.”

You stomped off to your room to change, needing your jeans off and sweats on. Removing your bodysuit and replacing it with a hoodie, a deep sigh leaving your lips as you pulled the fabric over your head.

knock knock

“What!”

Glaring towards the door you saw Matt slowly appear from behind the frame. His demeanor a bit defeated as he tossed a small box onto your bed. “Here.…happy birthday. I’ll call an Uber then head out.”

Your angered facade fading as you looked from Matt to the small box on your bed. Only moving to open it once you’d heard him head back down the hall. As you untied the blue ribbon, you lifted the lid to reveal a beautiful necklace of your birthstone that you had been eyeing for months. Instantly your heart sank, regretting all the words you just spat at him. But, you weren’t actually feeling bad for Matt, or regretting something negative you said to him, you couldn’t. Because you were supposed to hate each other. Though this was an expensive ass gift for someone to buy if they hated you.

Setting the necklace down on your dresser, you darted out of your room and down the hall. Stopping in your tracks when you saw Matt still in your kitchen. “Sorry, I’m leaving, it's just raining and I figured I’d wait until my Uber got closer. I’ll be out of your hair in a minute.”

He went back to his phone as you could tell he was embarrassed and upset. Clearly this not being how he planned for the night to go, and you shared in the embarrassment for all the things you’d just said.

“Matt….how did you?”

Playing with the hem of your hoodie you awkwardly closed the distance between the two of you, eventually resting on your forearms against your kitchen island.

“Francesca told me you’d been eyeing it for months. I asked what was something I could you for your birthday, I wanted it to be something nice, special. But, clearly I fucked that up because I’m such an asshole.”

He wasn’t even making eye contact, his voice low as he mumbled his responses, shrugging it off like it was nothing. But it was clearly something.

“I just, I don’t get it…why get me such a nice, thoughtful, expensive gift. If you hate me?”

Matt laughed, finally looking up from his phone. “You really don’t get it do you? I don’t hate you y/n, it’s actually quite the opposite. When Chris told you earlier I was talking about how good you looked, he wasn’t lying. I really did think you looked good. And I felt awful when you went and changed clothes. I mean, you still looked hot as hell, but I felt bad that you thought I really didn’t think you looked good.”

He locked his phone and set it on the island as he made his way over to you.

“I acted that way because I've never met a girl like you. For starters, you never seemed interested in me, and I didn’t know how to take that. You were hard to read, and I thought if I messed with you, I would learn your personality. But you only dished shit right back at me just as I gave it. So I thought you weren’t interested and truly did not like me. Not to mention, coming into this group of people, when everyone is close already. I was trying my best to fit in, but I’m awkward okay? I wanted you to like me, and I fucked that up, clearly!”

You laughed along with him as he ran a hand through his hair. “And, I thought tonight I would fix things. I’d be able to give you that gift, and apologize for all the shit I started. But then, you got so mad at me when I tried helping at the club. And then when we got back here, I know I brought it on myself with being such a dick. But, I figured, there was zero chance I even got to make this right.”

“Well…” You sighed as you walked closer to him, your brain still trying to make sense of all this. “How about we start over? Blank slate, and we can forget everything. Stop this pretending like we hate one another and just be ourselves?”

Holding out your hand, Matt smiled before accepting and shaking it. “I’m Matt.” “I’m y/n.”

The two of you chuckled to yourselves, soon moving to the couch after you’d reheated the food Matt got for you which was now cold.

“Oh, um, aren’t you gonna cancel your Uber?”

Matt looked at you with a sheepish grin, “I never called an Uber.”

Your jaw dropping to the floor as you punched his shoulder. “Oh, so somehow you just magically thought things were going to work out and we’d be sitting right here on this couch? You thought you could easily just win me over and get a second chance with me? Matthew Rempe I swear to-”

Before you could finish your threat, Matt had placed his lips on yours, cutting you off with a kiss. Though shocked by the action, you didn’t fight it. Relaxing into the kiss before he pulled away.

“I just figured, with that gift I got you we were a little past first introductions.”

“You know, you’re lucky your cute Matthew Rempe…”

“Oh, so you do think I’m cute? I knew it!” He shot you a cocky grin as he dipped a chip in some queso. “We still have plenty of beer bottles, don’t make me bash you on the head with one.”

“Sweetheart, I get punched in the face on almost a nightly basis, I think I could handle a little beer bottle.”

[shittyassffblog]

Streamer Games

Vinnie Hacker x afab!reader

Warnings: p in v sex, vinnie is a munch obvi, cursing, minors dni please!

A/N: honestly i'm just horny, if there are any facts that aren't true it's artistic expression ok enjoy

You had been invited to the Streamer Games a few weeks ago and said yes. Ludwig was a good friend of yours, and you wanted to support any way you could.

But then you found out Vinnie Hacker would be joining too. And you were shitting your pants.

You had had a crush on him for a while, but never actually spoken to him. And you were so scared you would make a fool of yourself if you did talk to him, so all throughout the event you tried ignoring him as best you could, while still stealing glances from afar.

That's until it came time to do the dunk tank. Your team mates knew of your crush and without your knowledge had planned it so you were the one to try and get Vinnie in the water. And you hated them for it.

He was sat shirtless on the seat in the tank, swinging his legs back and forth and you had a hard time not looking at him. The other team shot the first shot and missed, so now it was your turn.

You took a deep breath and fiddled with the ball in your hands, then focused deeply on the target. You put in all your strength and shot the ball, hitting he target straight on, making Vinnie fall in the water.

He came up from the water, drenched completely, using his hands to push his wet hair out of his face and he had a huge smiled plastered on his face and you were pretty sure you fell in love right there.

The game went back and forth and you had successfully gotten Vinnie in the water three times, each time he seemed to get more and more attractive to look at and you had to fight every urge to stare at his muscly body.

The round was over and your team won, so you turned around and cheered with your team, but suddenly felt a presence next to you.

"I know you did that for your own gain." Vinnie said lowly in your ear, with a wicked smile on his lips. You turned to look at him, maybe to protest, but he was gone before you could rebuttle his claim. He rubbed the towel in his hands into his hair and went to put on his t-shirt again.

You were frozen solid in your spot, because not only did Vinnie Hacker talk to you, he suggested you only won because you wanted to see him wet. And you kind of hated him for that. It was true, but why did he have to say it?

A few hours later, when the even was over and the afterparty commenced, and you were a few drinks in, you eyed the crowd and found Vinnie talking to Ludwig. You waited a bit nearby to see how long the conversation between them would last, and when Vinnie walked away from the group, you hurried over to him.

"Excuse me, but what exactly were you implying earlier when you said i dunked you for my own gain? I was on a team and we were playing to win!" You exclaimed in the loud club, and he smirked. He grabbed your arm and dragged you into the bathrooms.

"I know what sports determination is, and that was not it. You were hungry." He said and it took you by surpirse. He leaned in closer.

"You wanted to see me in that water, you didn't give two shits about winning." He leaned in even closer, backing you up against the wall, and you felt like you were being cornered.

"Why don't you just admit it? You think i'm hot, don't you?" He asked, that damned smirk returning. He placed a hand on the wall above your head and you looked up at him. He cocked an eyebrow questioningly and you looked down, nodding shamefully. He placed a finger under your chin and lifted you head so you were looking at him again.

"See? That wasn't so hard now, was it?" He asked, eyes fixated on your lips. You shook your head slowly and he smiled again.

"What do you suppose we do about it?" He asked, now looking in your eyes. You got incredibly shy, but the finger on your chin prevented you from looking down so you opted to close your eyes and exhale nervously.

"Awhh, are you shy pretty girl?" He asked and you nodded slightly, face turning impossibly red.

"Don't worry, i'll take the lead." He said, grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the bathroom, through the club, saying hi to a few people on the way out the door and once you were out he wrapped his big arm around you and walked you to his hotel not long from the club.

As you stepped inside, you looked around the room. It was big, with a balcony out to a little courtyard filled with flowers and green plants, the bed was huge and had black linen on it. He closed the door behind you and then walked in front of you, and you looked up at him.

"I need to know, do you want to do this?" He asked and you paused, not really knowing what to say. He hadn't explicitly said what he wanted to do, yeah you could guess, but that's impossible. Why would he sleep with you? Before you could spiral any further, he leant down and kissed your cheek.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, eyes filled with worry that he had mistaken the signals.

"No, i think i'm just a little in disbelief." You said and he cocked his head confused.

"Disbelief of what?" He asked, one hand running up and down your arm.

"Why would you wanna do this with me? I'm nobody." You said, laughing awkwardly. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"I don't think you're a nobody. I think you're the most beautiful woman i've ever seen." He said matter-of-factly and your lips began to smile. You had never thought this would actually happen and now that it was he was also saying all the right things. You looked up at him, big smile on your face.

"Then I'd say yes." You said, studying his features. His eyes were questioning.

"Yes what?" He asked and you chuckled.

"Yes i wanna do this." You said, tucking a little on his tank top, a bit more of his chest tattoo showing. He smiled and leant down, capturing your lips in a small kiss. He broke apart again, looking at your face and cradling it in his hands, before going in for a nother kiss. You ran a hand down his chest, feeling every single muscle on your way down. You inched your hand under the shirt and felt his warm skin, the kiss growing deeper and deeper until you were just a miss of hands and wet kisses, not being able to get enough of each other. He pulled off the shirt he was wearing over the tank top and you helped him get off his tanktop, briefly disconnecting and you let yourself marvel over the beauty of his chest.

"Like what you see?" He asked, that cocky smile on his face again and you hummed a yes before connecting your lips again, this time with determination. He felt on the back of your dress for the zipper and pulled it down, letting the dress fall to the ground and was surprised when he found that you were not wearing a bra.

"Wow you are going to be the death of me." He said, and you laughed as you stepped out of the dress. He grabbed your waist and lifted you with ease, placing you on the kitchen counter, his hands squeezing you. You giggled at the feeling and he used the opportunity to kiss down your neck. Your giggles quickly were replaced with moans as he bit small love bites all the way down your chest, lowering your body down along the counter as he went further south. He stopped at the edge of your panties, looking up at you.

"Can i take these off please?" he asked and you muttered a quick 'please', which he happily obliged. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and tugged them down, the fabric getting a little stuck on the wet patch that had formed in them and he groaned, quickly tossing them aside and grabbing your thighs to throw them over his shoulder.

"Fuck you smell so good, can't wait to taste you." He said and you moaned. He spread your legs and ran a thumb down your slit, eliciting another moan from your lips. He used his thumb to massage your clit softly, then ran his tongue along your slit a few times.

"Fuck, even better than i imagined." He said and you gribbed on to the edge of the counter, bracing for more. He was licking you so good you barely knew your own name, and you definitely didn't hear how loud you were being.

His tongue started to enter your hole and he fucked you with it so soft and slow you couldn't contain yourself. You ran your hands along your face, laughing almost at how good it felt.

"Fuck Vinnie, please don't stop doing that." You exclaimed and you could feel him smiling into your pussy. He started moving his tongue around, keeping the fluid movements up and his thump on your clit relentless. Before you even knew it, you were coming on his tongue. He had a vice grip on your thighs, making sure he tongue-fucked you through your orgasm completely, him licking up everything you were giving him.

"Come on baby, i need you now." He said, helping you up. Before you could hop down from the counter, he wrapped your legs around his waist and grabbed you, swinging you around and making you squeal. He smiled as he kissed you, throwing you on the bed. You landed in the soft bed, looking up at Vinnie taking off his belt and the unbuttoning his jeans. He pushed them down slowly, agonisingly so.

"Vinnie please, hurry up!" You said has you kicked off your heels. He laughed maliciously.

"Patience babygirl. I'm gonna take my time with you, show you exactly what you've been dreaming of on that pitch these last two days." He said as he crawled up your body, leaving small kisses on his way.

"Well take your time faster, you're not even naked yet." You said and he laughed as he plopped down beside you.

"Well then do something about it." He said, his hands behind his neck. You wasted no time, pulling his underwear off and letting his hard cock spring free. Your eyes buldged a bit at the size, making you stop in your tracks.

"Something wrong?" He asked and you shook your head.

"I don't know how that's gonna fit in me." You said and he chuckled lightly. He pulled you up so you were laying against his body.

"I'll make it fit." He whispered, and kissed you. He grabbed your hips and hoisted you over him, you you were stradling his thighs. You kissed for a while like that, but soon you were feeling ballsy and decided to grab a hold of his cock, giving it a few pumps. He groaned into the kiss, grabbing your ass and pushing you further up his body. You broke the kiss and slid the head of his cock along your slit a few times, before pushing it in slowly, getting used to his size. You let go of his member and leaned down, lips almost touching as you sat yourself down further. You both moaned lowly at the feeling, your feeling of fullness satisfying you to your very core. As you bottomed out, Vinnie let out a small 'fuck' and you smiled, wiggling a little to tease him. His hands on your ass tightened.

"I'm doing everything i can to let you get used to it but you're making that very hard." He said and you smiled devilishly.

"I know something else that's hard." You said and he laughed. He hugged you tightly, and when the laughter died down, you nodded sloghtly, giving him the go ahead to start moving. He used the hug to move your body up and down, small moans escaping you. You steadied yourself with a hand next to his face and the other on his chest.

"Faster Vinnie." You whined and he obliged immediately. His hands moved down to your ass again, lifting you and slamming you back down, which elicited a load moan from your throat. He kept the pace up and you moans were just as steady.

"Fuck Vinnie that feels so good." You said and he smiled.

"Say my name again." He said, not even sounding out of breath.

"Vinnie, Vinnie, Vinnie oh my god, yes!" You chanted and his thrusts gained in both speed and velocity. He moved slightly and suddenly he was hammering into your sweetspot, making your moans raise and octave. The hand that was on his chest move slightly to his neck and he raised his chin to let you get a good grip.

"Fuck yeah you like it when choke you huh?" You said and he smiled, giving you a small 'uh huh' which in turn made you smile wider too. He kept hammering into you, over and over and soon you were on the brink of your second orgasm.

"Fuck i'm gonna cum Vinnie." You said between moans and he smiled again.

"Show don't tell sweetheart." He said and slapped your ass, speeding up his thrusts and soon you were a writhing mess on top of him. You barely heard him, but he was talking you through it, making sure he never faltered his movements in your not even for a second, until he was absolutely sure that your orgasm was over. He paused for a second, letting you breathe for a moment, before rolling you over and grabbing you, getting up from the bed. He walked you over to the glass door of the balcony, the gold sensation making you squeal.

"I'm not quite done with you yet." He said as he kissed you, keeping a tight grip on your hips so he could thrust into you again, the pace slow and unforgiving. You barely remembered who you were, all you knew was pleasure and Vinnie. Your hands wrapped around him, nails digging into his back as he pushed into your sweet spot.

"Touch yourself." He grunted, and you happily obliged.

"Oh Vinnie, fuck, oh it feels so good." You said and groaned in response, too focused on chasing his own orgasm to really hear what you were saying. Your other hand squeezed around his throat and he looked into your eyes.

"Fuck, baby i'm gonna cum." He said and you nodded feverishly.

"Me too Vin, me too." You moaned and you locked eyes. He kept thrusting faster and faster, your hand repeating the pattern on your clit. Vinnie had a hard time keeping his eyes open and you kissed him quickly, intent on looking him in the eyes as you came. Loud moans were escaping you both as you reached your climaxes, his thrusts become sloppy and harsh, your legs aching from being spread for so long. As you came down, he pulled out of you, your mixed juices splattering on the floor as spun you around and placed you on the bed.

"i'm gonna be right back." He said and you nodded, almost falling asleep instantly. Vinnie soon returned with a warm washcloth and a bottle of water. You took a huge sip, your throat feeling dry. He cleaned you up carefully, making sure he got everything, before throwing the cloth in the hamper in the corner of the room and laying down with you.

"Thank you." You said sleepily and he laughed.

"Are you thanking me for sex?" He asked and you laughed.

"No i'm thanking you for being good at it." You said and you both laughed. He pulled you close and you placed your head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat return to normal. You laid in silence feeling his chest rise and fall softly.

You couldn't imagine a more perfect way to end a day.

[the-cannibal]

Slashers with a s/o who has weird cravings for inedible things

Have you ever looked at tide pods, erasers, basically anything with a big DO NOT EAT CONTACT POISON CONTROL IF INGESTED sticker on them? Me too! So here’s a funny little thing for that!

Ps: please don’t actually eat any of the things in this- there are alternative things that you can actually eat that are similar to these things!

Gender neutral reader - they/them and you is used

Slashers included: Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Jason Vorehees, Michael Myers, Brahms Heelshire, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher

Vincent Sinclair:

“Vinny Vinny Vinny!”

“???”

“Can I eat some of that wax?” You pointed off to the scraps on the table by the art piece he was currently working on.

“?!?!?!” Cue frantic signing - ‘Y/n no- you can’t eat that, it will make you sick! Why would you even want to in the first place?’

You shrugged. “I dunno. It just looks warm and tasty!”

Vincent will now make sure to keep an eye on you anytime you are around wax.

But one day your curiosity won, and he caught you mid lick on one of his sculptures.

Yeah he was all mother hen on you for a while.

Bo Sinclair:

Bo was in his garage (surprise surprise) working on a car. You decided to tag along.

“Hey Bo, can I drink some of that?”

“Sure darlin.” Bo had said without looking up. He has just assumed you were talking about the glass of ice tea he has sitting next to him.

It wasn’t until her heard you spitting up something into the dirt that he actually looked up and saw the bottle of oil in your hand…

“Y/n what the fuck?!” He shouted at you. He was angry sure but he was mostly concerned and didn’t want you to fucking poison yourself, so he stuck two fingers down your throat and forced you to puke.

“Why would you do that?!”

“It looked like root beer!” You shouted between coughs.

“God you’re almost as bad as Lester…”

Jason Vorhees:

Oh if you think this man will even let you get anything inedible anywhere near your mouth you are wrong.

Jason has had to swat out jelly erasers out of your hand while you were working on a drawing because the fake pink strawberry inside it was just too tempting for you. You now only get to use boring white erasers… which you were banned from for a while when you thought they looked like marshmallows.

“Hey Jason, what do you think tidepods taste like?” You are no longer aloud to do laundry by yourself.

But he would help make snacks for you that have said texture of whatever thing you want. Wanna eat sand? Here’s some granola he’s made and crushed up to look and feel like it!

Michael Myers:

You’ve probably eaten a lot of stuff you shouldn’t have- dude isn’t the most observant at first.

But the second he does catch you, he’s watching you like a hawk.

He about yelled at you when he saw you munching on one of his (thankfully clean) jump suits. But he didn’t and instead took it away from you, lightly tapping you on your nose, scolding you like you were a teething puppy.

Actually that is what he saw you as when you’d do this-

He isn’t a cooker or a baker but if he finds anything edible that he thinks would satisfy your cravings then he will take it.

Brahms Heelshire

“New rule! Y/n is not aloud to eat anything without Brahms’ permission!”

“Brahms I don’t think that’s gonna work-“

“THEN STOP TRYING TO EAT THE PIANO KEYS!”

What? The Heelshire’s have a lot of old stuff! A lot of old tasty looking stuff… like the piano and Brahms’ records.

Brahms sometimes feels like a nanny for you when it comes to food. He now sits on the counter and watches you like a bird hunting it’s prey to make sure you aren’t sneaking anything in your mouth you shouldn’t. Don’t worry Brahms! They’d never do that!… would you..?

Billy and Stu:

Stu does the same thing as you.

Billy feels like he needs to keep you both on those little backpacks with those leashes that keep kids from running into traffic.

He has put you two in them before… he calls it ‘dumb snacking jail’

You make a comment about how Billy would know all about being in a jail.

That earned you more time in dumb snacking jail-

“They aren’t hurting anyone!” Stu shouted

“Stu they are trying to eat rocks…”

“It’s not hurting anyone!”

“ITS HURTING THEM-?!”

[slvthrs]

eating a girl out hcs | vinnie hacker

--- MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD ---

hcs and me analysing how vinnie would go down on a girl... I have a problem

WARNINGS: oral (f receiving), mentions of toys, sorta x reader, edging, overstimulation 

 Vinnie is the definition of a munch, eating you out is like tradition for the both of you, him just watching you squirm under him- moaning out his name, whining for more whilst tugging on his hair, begging to cum again, and again and again. 

Just him after asking you to ride his face, encouraging, telling you that he won’t get hurt. Just him eating you out while his one hand situated on your hips rolls your body on his face, nestling your pussy on his mouth with his tongue making figure 8′s on your clit watching you squirt of his face and him just lapping everything up.

And god when he comes home after a stressful day, just him going down on you for HOURS, just making you cum over and over and over again. Watching you get absolutely ruined, legs trembling and tears flowing as you get more and more overstimulated. The way you can only whimper out his name as your words start to fail you due to the sheer pleasure your facing.

If you guys are ever apart you fucking bet he’s gonna make you send him videos of you fingering your self, watching you beg from him to be here, wishing that he was in between your thighs not your dumb fingers. And if he’s feeling extra he’ll make you fuck your self with a dildo, or a vibrator or any one of your toys just to watch you get frustrated and you can’t cum, cause his cocks not there, and his fingers aren’t and, his mouth isn’t there.

Speaking of toys, him + sex toys = a match made in heaven. He’d just situate a vibrator on your clit and let that do it’s thing, watching you squirm and beg for him and if he’s feeling a little dominant that day he’s gonna tie your hands up so they can’t do anything. He might even go the extra mile, edging you on, not letting you cum until he feels like you’ve earned it.

And extending that point; just him coming home, not tired but pissed. Had a bad photo shoot, friends were being annoying, hell if he was just mad that day- he’s gonna take that pent up energy and use it to fuck you good. Watching you beg for him to let you cum, but he doesn’t let you. Instead he keeps going down on you whilst you beg and beg and beg for release but he’s only gonna let you when he feels like his girl would enjoy the most cause the extra wait time pays off.

A little extra thing is that when he doesn’t shave for a while he gets that delicious stubble and goddd i wanna feel that shit between my thighs. Just the way it would burn so bad but mixed with the pleasure your feeling the pain feels so good, it’s such a juxtaposition to the pleasure but it pairs so well. And you fucking bet your gonna wake up in the morning feeling that a burning sensation in between your thighs but its so worth it.

[sleepysnoots]

Stone x reader who brings him food?

No Idea what gender u wanted reader so I’ll go with gender neutral! Also thanks for requesting

Not proofread :P

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You were walking to their usual alleyway a basket of various treats and snacks being carried in your hands. Stepping over the discarded bags of rubbish and litter scattered all over the floor, you looked up to see stone sat on a crate by himself, he was leaning against the wall a cigarette in his hand as he exhaled the smoke seeming unaware of your presence .

You smiled upon seeing him sat there before calling out to get his attention

“Hey stone!”

Stones head perked up from his slouched position looking over to your direction smiling softly as he saw u wave at him as you made your way over to where he was sat, dodging the muck and trash on the floor . He chuckled at ur antics before flicking the cigarette butt squashing it with his foot.

“ hey”

He hummed shifting over a bit on the crate making room for you as you came to sit next to him placing the basket on your lap

You looked around noticing how it was only the two of you

“Where are the others?”

You asked as stone turned his head to look at you

“Oh, they went out.”

He hummed turning his head back to look at… the wall. You raised a brow with a slight smirk,

“Did they say why?”

You chuckled as you watched him shrug

“Yeah probably but i wasn’t really listening”

You rolled your eyes at him. Unsurprisingly stone wasn’t paying attention to anything vinnie and skipp said. You guess you could just wait for them with stone till they got back. But in the meantime, you could give stone some food now he’d probably save some for the others anyway.

And with that you shifted the basket off your lap and into the space between you and stone. His face still faced the wall but his eyes glanced at the basket then you. You smiled nodding at the basket, signaling that he can have some now.

Almost immediately after you nodded he went straight to the basket pulling out a piece of bread. You both sat there silently as he ate.

After a few minutes he spoke up already have eaten half of the small baguette.

“Why do u even give us food? I mean i ain’t complaining, but its just weird to think that anyone would be this kind to well yknow scraps”

You smile softly before also turning to face the wall as you give him a reason

“Well to be honest”

You chuckle

“I guess I just like helping people yknow no matter what or who they are”

Stones looking up at you as you talk his back hunched as he munches on the bread

“I really wish i could give a huge interesting answer but thats just my main reason”

You sit there for a moment before shrugging

“And i just really like you guys”

Stone smiles softly

“Well thanks we really appreciate”

He say’s sitting up before continuing

“And if it wasnt for you we’d probably have died from starvation”

Stone mutters before making eye contact with you

The sound of the busy city outside the alleyway hides the silence between the two as you both sit there looking at each other with soft smiles

You break the silence as you look away

“Its no problem, really.”

You chuckle as his eyes widen at you he feels his heart flutter from your kindness and how your doing this not for recognition or pride but just out of your own time. He feels his face heat up as he turns to look at the wall aswell

“Yeah.”

He mutters as you turn your head at him realizing he’s blushing

“OH MY GOD ARE U BLUSHING?!”

You say shocked before grinning trying to hold back your laughter

“WHAT! NO!”

he says defensively his face turning even more red

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Yeah don’t know where i was headed at the end but bish bash bosh another request done!

[ricky-horrors-whore]

Vinny Mauro Headcanons

Because I love him

I am small please be kind

He will get you to film him doing stupid shit if Ricky's not around (like peeling off his callous then eating it...).

You start to get a little apprehensive when he gets excited and goes "Hey, hey, film me real quick, watch this-" but you do it anyway. Your camera is filled with little clips of him.

Will also take your phone and leave you surprise pics of either goofy ass faces, or little smooch faces and making little hearts with his hands.

Always signs off texts and ends calls saying "I love you" (he says this so much he's such a sweetie I can't guys)

Loves if you make him playlists, or help make him playlists.

He will randomly sending you a playlist he made for you, and it'll either be favorite songs, or sappy songs cause he's trying to be sweet, but then there's be something random as hell like Big 'n' Chunky or Carl Poppa thrown in just to smack you.

Do the same to him and he'll look at you so betrayed before laughing.

Big fan of nicknames, will come up with the goofiest, mushy ones when he's trying to get your attention. It gets worse if you try to ignore him. Pookie? Angel? Gummy Bear? My favorite tree frog? Dragon cookie? just anything until you HAVE to at least side eye him.

Normally just sticks to one though, 'Mama' (@foliosriot killing my sweetly here)

Actually loves when you call him 'Babygirl'.

He will answer to anything you call him, ridiculous anything, but he gets a little giddy smile with that one.

Gets sad when he doesn't get to see you for awhile and just wants you to join him on tour.

Doesn't matter if you have no way whatsoever to be helpful on a multi-month trip.

"Yeah but you make me happy, moral support." with a cheesy grin.

So many jokes. inside jokes. random jokes. He loves making you laugh so much and he's so good at it.

So much to the point he'll turn to you with a look and you can't help but giggle and it annoys everyone else what is this about.

His place is always well stocked with the best snacks, your favorites included.

Will share the best with you, including his ice cream, then try to say he's not playing favorites.

Loves if you feed him snacks while he streams. Like he is not paying attention to anything and you'll just feed him whatever.

He fully trusts you doing this too.

Not long after he said he doesn't like twizzlers "But you look like such a twizzler boy??" "What does that mean?? chat help", a few stream later, you look directly into the camera and start feeding him a twizzler to see the truth.

He munches away mumbling "thanks" and is very confused once he's done and you just say "Liar." while chat's going ballistic.

Loves when you join him on streams, whether you play anything or just hangout with him, he's happy you're there :)

He's pretty private besides his stream knowing you, but talks about you all the time.

His mom knows about you and thinks you sound wonderful, keeps asking about you too and he's happy to talk.

The guys know all about you before you meet any of them. Chris asks you about something that happened to you the other day before you're even introduced.

Vinny is a cuddle bug and your personal teddy bear. He will just come up and wrap his arms around you and snuggle up to you, not PDA shy, he wants cuddles.

If you're sitting or doing something he'll come up behind and press his chest to your back with his arms around you and just contently snuggle up and sigh with a smile resting against you.

Or flop onto your lap and try to demand attention (favorites being playing with his hair, and kisses.)

He runs especially warm! your personal heater coziest of hugs especially when you're cold.

Just walk up to him for a hug and soak in the warmth. He knows you're doing this and just grins and rocks you both back and forth.

For that reason cold temps while sleeping are a must.

Both for cuddling at night and nearly kicking you off the bed.

There is either a hand in your face and Vinny sprawled across the mattress or you're stuck wrapped in his strong arms and occasional snoring beside you for the foreseeable future.

Sleep talker, he just mumbled nonsense in your ear or whatever's happening in his dreams. He also gets talking like that when he's really sleepy especially when he's up far too late gaming and you'll ask what he just said and he tries to recall through brainfog and has no idea.

When he's sad or just feeling down he'll hug your stomach and you pet his hair softly and it's his favorite way to be comforted.

Very playful and goofy but loves tender moments like that.

Strikes me as a guy who would be SO impressed and in awe if you took your bra off without removing your shirt.

You're just chilling together and sick of wearing it and now he's staring at you, not even for tiddies, just WHAT.

Might steal a bra to try it himself when you're not home.

[writing-for-the-gays]

helloo!! i would like to request evan/habit x fat/plus size ftm reader. smut if thats ok :3c

can be headcanons or a drabble or anything else, i don't really mind ^_^

head canon + drabble/one shot yahoo

Oh, deer!

Warnings+tags: smut, Evan being a bit of a chaser, my own fat kink getting in the way, uh, whoops(?)Vinny being a victim of walking into shenanigans. You squirt in this and Evan drinks it like water.

Evan gonna be making a different one for habit bc they are two separate entities sharing a twunk body.

Evan: (Evan is deer coded 👍)

- He's tender but not soft, sentimental too.

- don't get me wrong, he'd never hurt you! (Unless you asked, "politely, like a good boy.") but he's not going to treat you like you're going to break with the slightest touch.

-he'll grab you with rough calloused hands and slam you on his dick with you begging for more, while telling you about how good you're being for him, and how much he loves you.

- he loves grabbing your tummy and watching the way it moves under his hands. I can't describe how Into your tummy he is.

- like, good luck with trying to get anything done when he's coming up from behind to slip his hands under your shirt to grab your belly.

- u know the fold in-between your hips and chest? He uses those as handles when he's fucking you, sorry.

-he also loves grabbing your chest , sometimes not even in a horny way, just kinda resting his hands there while y'all cuddle.

- he likes running his fingers through your chest hair too.

-ok he just loves your body, he can't keep his hands off you. He'll grab at anything he can, your ass, hips, love handles, boobs, ECT. He's a very handsy guy. He just wants to feel you.

- total munch, he sucks your T-dick so hard your thighs quiver and you're basically sobbing.

- he loves t-guy pussy, just can't get enough of it. Sucks your t-dick like a binki

- "Evan can you please suck my di-"

-"SIR YES SIR 🫡🇺🇸🦅"

- he loves it when you ride his face too, will literally beg for it. You'll try to pull away to give him air and he grabs your thighs to pull you back onto his face.

- by the time you can actually pull off his face is literally glistening, and you get so embarrassed and he just laughs in that kinda drunk dizzy way (he totally gets hole drunk).

- low-key an exhibitionist. King's fucking you in his car in-between shoots for EMH 🩷 teasing you Abt getting caught. Which has happened. (Vinny always texts you two before walking back to the car to make sure you're decent, he didn't before.)

- He loves edging! Don't ask me why I just KNOW!

- he's obsessed with your body hair. Once you went swimming with the crew and you had a binder and swim trunks on and your happy trail was on full display and he fucked you against the side of the car so hard you had a limp for the rest of the day.

Smut

Evans hands gripped your thighs digging his fingers into the soft fat, his tongue circling your T-dick as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked slightly.

He peers up and over your belly as your head lolls back. He pulls away and you stiffen, letting out a keen from the back of your throat. Evans face is covered in slick, which glistens under dim lights.

You lazily roll your head forward to look at him, his face tucked in-between plush hairy thighs. "Ev- Ev, please i... I need you suck my dick Please- pleaseplease-!"

Before your begging could get any louder he dove back in, sloppily bobbing his head on your t-dick, while alternating between gulping down your slickness and giving you the best fucking head of your life.

Your climax comes fast and hard this time, surprising you and Evan. Your face scrunches up and you tense like the string of a bow, letting out a deep wanton groan. You grip his hair and pull him against your t-dick, his nose nestled in your pubes drinking up your squirt like it's his life source.

His eyes are half lidded and dark. He works you through your orgasm lavishing in the way your thighs clench around his head and jiggle with every jolt of post orgasm pleasure.

He runs his hands up and down your belly, lightly pushing and prodding like a kitten finding milk, enjoying the softness and warmth beneath his fingers.

As you come back down from your high you can feel his fingers trace patterns in your skin. "Pretty boy, you're back." He says softly, a smile gracing his wet face "I hope you're ready for another round."

[takecareluv]

Reader is a picky eater and Vin is helping her try new foods?

a.n. i basically lived off mac and cheese for the first half of my life so i felt this one for real. enjoy! <3 this is the last draft i have lined up from before i was gone the last couple days. i got to get to writing now…

taste test || vinnie hacker x reader

ever since you were young, you were a picky eater.

it was a blessing and a curse. while it left you having to make little decisions when picking a meal, which you are also bad it doing, you always had to worry if there would be something you liked when going out to eat.

chicken tenders and fries were your best friend. and if it wasn’t that, it was mac and cheese.

you didn’t mind it too much, i mean both the foods were incredible, but as you got older and started going out to fancier restaurants, it became more difficult.

your friends always made fun of you as you struggled searching through menus to find something you would like.

vinnie, on the other hand, was always sweet with you. he would lean over and whisper into your ear “don’t listen to em’, baby. you want me to ask if they have chicken tenders?”

you shyly nodded in response, embarrassed that you not only were you being picky, but you had to have your boyfriend ask the waiter if they had a meal meant for kids.

“don’t worry, bub, you’re not being picky. you just like what you like.” vinnie reassured you, as if he could read your mind.

—

you really started to hate how much of a picky eater you were once vinnie booked the trip to europe.

as excited as you were to visit the spectacular cities, you instantly worried about what you would eat, knowing their cuisine was much different than what you were used to.

you couldn’t live off croissants and bread your entire trip. well you could, but that was besides the point. you didn’t want to.

in the month leading up to your trip, you and vinnie would order from all sorts of restaurants in attempt to expand your palette.

vinnie wanted to make sure you were always comfortable, so instead of taking you out to all these places, he thought it would be better to let you try them in the comfort of your own home. that way if anything went south, you had a trash can or a bathroom, right there.

vinnie would help guide you through the menu, explaining what certain dishes were and what he thought you might like. he would typically order you something more basic, but still out of your comfort zone. “baby steps,” he explained it as.

he would always let you try whatever he got as well, that way you could taste test a variety of things and figure out what you liked best.

he would immediately switch meals with you if you ended up liking his more, not caring what he ate as long as you were happy.

you would get so giggly when you liked something you never thought you would. for example when you tried vinnie’s spicy tuna roll and and loved it, you got so excited. “it’s good! i actually really like it, vin!”

a smile would spread across vinnie’s face from how adorable he thought you were. “that’s great, baby. here you can have the rest of it.”

“are you sure? i don’t want to take if from you.”

“yeah go ahead baby. i’m just happy you like it. plus i’ve been wanting to steal some of yours this whole time.”

“you could’ve just taken some! you know you don’t have to ask with me.” you giggled while munching on your newly liked sushi roll.

—

you kept trying more and more foods, some of which you thought were disgusting and swore you would never eat again. while others you surprisingly enjoyed.

you even began ordering some of the new foods when you went to restaurants. your friends were shocked, which you only smirked at because they now couldn’t make fun of you any longer.

vinnie noticed and laughed, shaking his head. you would never say anything, but their comments got to you and he knew you were excited to rub in their faces. even if it was subtly.

by the time you were traveling to europe, you had expanded your palette quite a bit and were looking forward to trying out even more new foods.

all thanks to your loving vinnie.

[skinnyducky]

a player’s demise // v.h.

a/n i modified this request a lil bit since i already did something like this and completely forgot about it (”can’t forget”). so i changed some stuff but the them being in the talking stage and y/n finding out that he’s got a gf is still there. a lil inspired by euphoria. hope you enjoy !!!!!!

vinnie hacker x fem!reader

Word Count: 1441, slightly edited

WARNING: angsty, vinnie’s villain era, language, and that’s all i think.

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Y/n groaned, roaming through the fair in search of her best friend. “Bitch, where the hell are you?” She spoke loudly into the speaker of her phone, hoping Y/bff/n would be able to hear her over the loud chatter and ringing coming from the carny games.

“I’m by the Ferris wheel.”

“Which one? There’s two.”

“The one by the carousel. There’s like a funnel cake and pretzel stand across from it.”

“Damn, you’re that far?” Y/n sighed, “I’m on my way.” She hung up the phone and made her way to the other side of the fair. After a few minutes—which felt more like an hour—Y/n finally made it to the Ferris wheel where Y/bff/n stood, munching on a salted pretzel.

Once their eyes met, they both squealed in excitement. “Hey, B!” Y/bff/n said, taking another bite of her pretzel. “Don’t you look delicious, tonight? Give the people a spin.” Y/n did as she order, allowing the girl to hype her up.

“Right back at you, babes.”

“So, whatcha’ wanna do? Hit the teacups? Get a pretzel? What’s the move?”

Y/n shook her head. “I don’t eat carbs,” she said jokingly, looking at her friend as if she was insane. “Besides, I just walked a mile to get here and that’s not even including the walk from the parking lot to the gate. Let’s just chill for a minute and relax.”

Y/bff/n nodded, and the two girls proceeded to wander around the fair aimlessly. As she continued to chew on her pretzel, she noticed a particular boy absent from Y/n’s side. With furrowed brows, she asked the million-dollar question. “Where’s Vinnie?”

“He’s sick,” Y/n said. “He told me he ate an egg sandwich from a gas station, and he’s been puking non-stop.”

“He’s sick…again?” Y/bff/n busted out laughing. “Y/n, this is the fifth time he’s canceled plans with you because he’s sick. Either he’s got a really fucked up immune system or he’s doing this shit on purpose.”

“No…Vinnie wouldn’t do that.”

“You don’t know that,” Y/bff/n replied, “you two have only been talking for a month or so. You’re still in the process of getting to know him.” Whether she liked it or not, Y/n knew her best friend was right. As much as she tried to convince herself otherwise, she barely knew anything about Vinnie. He was like a complete mystery, a case waiting to be solved. And him canceling all their plans, their dates, and hang-out sessions…just made her question if there was something more at play here.

Y/n groaned, “I guess you’re right. I mean, it is a little weird that lately every time we’re supposed to hang out he gets sick. It was understandable the first two times, but now it just feels like…he’s doing it on purpose. Like he’s trying to hide something from me?”

“Have you asked him about it or at least snooped around? I know if I was in that situation, I’d be running a whole FBI investigation. Busting through doors, hacking his phone, everything.”

“I get what you’re saying, but I don’t wanna be that girl.”

All of a sudden, Y/bff/n stopped walking. Y/n hadn’t noticed until she didn’t get a response from the girl. As she looked back, she noticed Y/bff/n squinting her eyes, looking off into the distance. “What? What is it?” Y/n asked, wondering what had her friend so shook.

“I think I’m seeing things.”

“What?”

Y/bff/n pointed straight ahead, slowly shaking her head. “That’s not who I think it is, right?” As curiosity struck Y/n, she looked to where her best friend was pointing, her eyes landing on the cotton candy stand. At first, Y/n didn’t know who the hell her friend was talking about, but as her eyes scoured around, they landed on the very person Y/n didn’t expect to see. There leaning against the counter of the stand was none other than Vinnie.

“You’re joking.” Y/n muttered, trying her damnedest to convince herself that he wasn’t real. But if Y/bff/n could see him, then that meant it wasn’t just her imagination. That was definitely Vinnie…looking ever so healthy.

“Isn’t he supposed to be sick?” Y/bff/n said, attitude riddled throughout her tone. “He don’t look sick to me.”

Y/n huffed, “That’s because he’s not.” Without hesitation, the girl stomped over to the boy with Y/bff/n in tow. The two pushed through crowds of people, ignoring the glares and profanities being thrown their way.

“Ain’t this a surprise?” Y/n sneered, Vinnie jumping at the sound of her voice. The second his eyes landed on her, he turned pale. “Looks like you made a speedy recovery, didn’t you?”

“Y/n, what are you doing here? I thought—”

“You thought what? That I wasn’t going to show up just because you couldn’t make it? Sorry to tell you this but my life doesn’t revolve around you, Vinnie. Now the real question is what the hell are you doing here?” You asked, staring daggers at the boy. “Aren’t you supposed to be sick?”

Y/bff/n chuckled, “Don’t look sick to me.”

Vinnie shot her a glare before fixing his gaze back on you. “Y/n I—”

“Hey!” At that moment, Y/n noticed a girl out of the corner of her eye making her way towards her and Vinnie. At first, Y/n thought it was just one of Vinnie’s fans hoping to score a picture, but the second she planted her lips on his cheek, she knew right then and there that this girl was something more. “I didn’t know what kind of slushie to get you, so I just got us both strawberry-banana.” She said, handing him the drink.

“Who the hell is this?” Y/n scoffed, looking the girl up and down.

“Excuse me?” She replied, giving Y/n the same look. “Is there a problem?”

“I don’t know”—Y/n turned to Vinnie—“is there?”

Vinnie sighed, “Walk away, Y/n.”

“You know her?” The girl looked to Vinnie, awaiting his answer.

Y/n smirked, “Oh, he knows me very well. Don’t you, Vinnie?”

“Y/n…walk away.”

“No, I’m not.” Y/n snapped, shoving her finger into his chest. “Not until you tell me who the fuck she is.”

“I’m his girlfriend.”

Y/n felt her jaw drop to the floor as those words left the girl’s mouth. “Girlfriend!?” She and Y/bff/n exclaimed in unison. “What the fuck do you mean girlfriend?” Y/n asked, crossing her arms. “You mean to tell me this whole time while you’ve been talking to me, you’ve had a girlfriend? Is that why you’ve been sick? You were with her the entire time?”

“What is she talking about, Vinnie?”

He looked between Y/n and the girl before his eyes landed on the latter. “Kate, it’s nothing. She’s lying. It’s just a fan trying to break us up.”

“I’m just a fan now?” Y/n snickered, appalled at the boy. “So I was just a fan when you hit me up in my DMs? I was just a fan when you sent me all those dick pics? Huh, was I just a fan then?”

“He did what now?” Kate turned to Vinnie, looking at him as if he’d lost his entire mind. “Dude, are you fucking kidding me? Is that what we’re doing now? We’re just throwing away a year-long relationship?”

Y/bff/n gasped from behind you. “A year?”

“Baby, I swear it didn’t mean anything.” Vinnie whined, grasping at Kate’s waist to pull her into him. Though, she wasn’t having it as she ripped herself from his grip.

“Don’t you fucking touch me!” She shouted. “We’re over! I want nothing to do with you, Vinnie! Absolutely nothing!”

“Kate!” Vinnie reached for her but the second he even stepped a foot near her, she threw her slushie at him, covering his face in the pale pink liquid. It was like an artist splattering paint onto a white canvas. Y/n and Y/bff/n couldn’t help but laugh at the boy.

“Don’t call me, don’t text me, don’t come by my apartment, don’t even think of me. You’re dead to me.” Kate threatened before she marched off, avoiding the confused glances from all the bystanders who witnessed the scene.

As Vinnie wiped the remnants of strawberries out of his eye, he looked at the giggling best friends. “Yeah, yeah…laugh it up. You satisfied with what you did?”

Y/n shrugged before reaching for the boy’s slushie. Removing the lid, she raised it over his head and lathered him in more of the ooey-gooey substance. “Now, I’m satisfied.” She smiled, tossing the cup to the side. “Asshole.” With that, Y/n and Y/bff/n high-fived each other before making their exit, leaving Vinnie to lie in the mess he made.

[toxooz]

Would they also do a camping trip?? If so, who's doing what?

i mean hell yeah they'd probably take a 3 day hike up to an abandoned skatepark in the middle of the woods with some sketchy legend behind it bUT Remy would be the holder of the snack backpack and sneak snacks for himself most of the time, Kari could set up the campfire no problem and take pictures of every single pretty leaf, rock, tree, bug she comes across; Ponti would probably think its extremely lame at first but im sure he'd eventually be the one that's all up in the trees like the reptilian gorilla he is scratchin shit up to """mark his territory""" having the time of his life (and probably being able to camouflage really well🤔) ; Oscar would be in the river or stream next to them to stay hydrated and to pick out cool looking rocks or, if he's super lucky, bottle caps; Ollie would carry all the heavy stuff like the tents, cooking supplies, ect (and probably carry someone else if they end up getting too tired); Vinny would be a lil energizer ball running all throughout the woods around them and torturing bugs if he catches them and Abio would probably just be vibin taking everything in u-u Ollie would be the walking encyclopedia for all the herbs and spices from him being his mommas lil spice and herb gatherer when he was a kid IN FACT he probably has a collection of plant bottles to gather stuff in and would take healing plants to bring back and plant in the woods behind the skatepark Just In Case. Remy would reflexively help him pick some stuff here n there since he used to have to go with Ollie as a kid as well and Vinny would enthusiastically pick random plants to help too :3 🌿c

As far as food goes Ollie would most likely bring his bone tools for hunting and skinning for their actual meals and bring Ponti along for Good Ol Honky Tonk Huntin Bondin Time 😤 and also bc Ponti could very much hunt and kill a deer or bear if he really wanted to LMFAO and the moment a drop of blood hit the ground from Ollie cutting it up Ponti's ass would be right there up on him like

seeing if he can maneuver his way into getting an organ or ear or tail anything he can munch on sksksk Abby and Remy would probably have to detour Vinny away from the butchering so he doesn’t get traumatized and ok but like them telling scary stories around the campfire tho?? 👀👀👀 Ollie’s deep ass creepy voice and creepier stories and Kari being able to manipulate the campfire and Ponti’s ability to terrify someone witless im sure poor lil Vinny would have to sleep in someone else’s tent after that 😭😭

[altagraye]

Comfort

Comfort:

just an imagine for myself and anyone who needs it too.

TW: talk of past self-harming, insecure reader, depressed reader.

"Hey Alta, can't sleep again huh?" I heard his voice clear. Even felt his weight make the bed buckle. I was in my usual habitat. curled up in the fetal position, covers nearly covering my entire body. i nodded in response to the long hair Winchester. 

Your desk chair pulled out and while munching on a bag of nacho cheese doritos Dean made his presense known, “You gotta sleep Al. Man i forgot how good these are. You want one Al? Here babe.” he handed me one and i nibbled on it. not feeling like eating because I wasn’t physically hungry but because i was down i wanted to eat 2 pb & j’s right now. Binge eating. it only made me more sad to think about it. 

“Those damn pills ain’t workin’. sure It’s super hard for me to cry now, but the bad thoughts are still here. Guys? can you help me?” i asked.

“Darling, give them time. maybe you need a higher dose? Like Vinny said, remember? You know he really does love you Darling.” Steve was sitting on the floor at the edge of your bed. 

“Yeah i know he does. and i love him so much. i miss him a lot. i feel so guilty. i only called him once this week. We’ve been together for ten years and He finally stopped moving. He’s only 30 mins from me and i can’t even see him. I’m a terrible girlfriend.” I started to cry. i missed Vinny so much.

“Don’t cry Doll, he understands what you’re going through.” Bucky chimed in this time, flipping his knife nonchalantly. I stared at the glint of its sharp edges. my mind descending back into your self-harming thoughts.

“That’s not the answer Darling. You’re still 3 years sober. You’re so strong.” Steve said grabbing my hands in his.

“I’m scared to take those tests guys. I feel like a freak.” i said, clutching my pillow, realizing i’m stimming. 

“Uh, Fuck that! you’re just you. So what if you have asd or not? Anybody that thinks you’re less than them, tell ‘em to talk to me. Lean mean Dean.” Dean said shoving more doritos into his mouth and munching loudly. 

“Guys? Thank you for being here for me.” i thanked them.

“We’ve got your back Alta. Always.” Sam said.

“We’ll be with you Doll.” Bucky said smiling at me.

“‘Til the end of the line Darling. really.” Steve rubbed the back of my hands soothingly.

“Don’t mention it, Al. Hey, C’mon it’s midnight snack time. I’ll go with you. You’re hungry, your stomach has been growlin’. One pb & j won’t hurt. Creamy right? I’ll eat with you.” Dean encouraged me rising from my desk chair. His red flannel flowing behind him, leading me out of my room and into the hallway. i couldn’t help the smile on my face.

Steve watched you, smiling wide. “That’s our girl.”

[sleepysnoots]

Hey, I saw your post and I was wondering if you could do a Stone x rich fem!reader, something like enemy to lovers, maybe? Thanks!! 💖

Thus has been rotting away in my drafts so i hope you guys like it also there might be a part two no promises tho

Stone x fem reader

Y/n is mentioned once cause pronouns were getting boring

And theres no warnings maybe stone being really fucking drunk

Not proofread

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Stone was walking the streets of ramshackle with vinnie and skipp. Vinnie was munching on stolen bread as she yapped about a plan she’s been plotting

Stone was in his own world really, very uninterested on what vinnie was saying as he took a swig of the bottle in his hand, until someone bumped into him causing the bottle to spill all over his face

Stone frowned as he looked at the person wiping the liquid off with his sleeve

“Hey watch where your goi-,” he paused realizing who it was before frowning “oh it’s you”

The girl he knew as y/n stood in-front of him, she wore a long fancy cream dress with boots her hair tied up in a bun as she looked at him with an equally disgusted look

She crossed her arms

“Ugh what are you looking at”

She sneered glaring at him

“Nothin pretty”

He muttered making her scoff

“Haha very funny”

She said sarcastically whilst rolling her eyes

“Ugh just get out my way freak. ”

And after saying that she shoved past stone earning a scoff from him as he watched her storm off

Vinnie glared at her grumbling before nudging stone with her elbow “what a bitch” she said to stone earning a nod from him

But stone seemed off, he was still watching her walk down the street.

Vinnie noticed this and saw a small tint of pink on his cheeks.

“No fucking way”

Vinnie laughed

“Theres no way!”

She said in disbelief skipp also noticing and smiling widely

“STONE HAS A CRUSH ON THAT RICH GIRL?”

Skipp teased equally as shocked as vinnie

Stone shook his head looking down at the two

“What? No i dont! shes such a bitch for no reason why-“

Vinnie cut him off with a huge grin

“You like women who talk down to you”

She wiggled her eyebrows with a huge teasing grin

“WHAT! No! i-i get out!”

He said a look of horror on his face as he pushed vinnie away, a huge blush was now present on his face.

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It was late, the busy town of ramshackle empty. Stone was clinging to anything near him, trying to at least stay balanced.

He stumbled his way into an alleyway falling into a pile of trash with a thud

He laid there brain feeling foggy

He might have gone a bit far today with the drinking

He laid there holding in his sick as he just rested his head on trash

“Stone?”

A voice called out as he lifted his head

It was y/n

He threw his head back with a groan

“Oh for fuck sakes of course its you”

He murmured his words coming out with a slur

She just rolled her eyes as she walked up to him

“I actually dont really care but im not that mean to just leave u here to die”

She said looking down at him realizing the state he was in

His cheeks were flushed his eyes glazed and hooded and he absolutely reeked of alcohol

“You look like shit” she said

Stone went to go and reply with some snarky comment but the minute he opened his mouth he threw up all over the ground

Y/n tried not to gag as she watched this but watching how vulnerable he was right now she decided to help him

Kneeling down next to him dodging the sick she started to pat his back helping him throw up the alcohol

After a few minutes he stopped sick dribbling down his chin as his skin got paler

“Fucking hell stone you need to stop drinking”

She muttered genuinely concerned

“F-fuck you i dont need your stupid opinions”

He slurred looking up at her

She rolled her eyes before holding out her hand

“Here look I’ll take u home so ur not left here im sure vinnie and skip can look after you”

He glanced at her his already flushed face turning brighter

He hesitantly took her hand as she guided it around her shoulder helping lift him up so he was stood next to her, he felt a hand slide across his back to his side as she gripped onto him trying to hold him up

“Your surprisingly lighter then i thought”

She chuckled

Stone coward looking to the side his face flushed

“Shut up”

He muttered

She just giggled helping carry him to vinnie and skipp

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Ill probs post a part two to this because i think it’s adorable but i realized i havent posted in a while so boom here u go stone simps 😘😘

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

Always Watching, No Eyes || E.J

Pairing : Yandere! Eyeless Jack X Reader

Genre : Yandere. Dats it, that's the only genre

Summary : Always watching, no eyes.

Wordcount: 0.5k

WARNINGS : creepiness, reader's a brat.

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[A/N: This ones for @vinnie on Quotev, I know it's prolly less than expected, but my brain's empty, sorry.]

His sight follows her as he watches her walk trough the night. 

He's not happy that she's taken the job at the bar, which is open until the early hours of the morning.

Maybe he should tell her.

After all, she can't know what she's doing wrong if she's not being told off, right?

After a moment, he decides to contact an old friend of his. 

-

" Took you a while to get what I want." Jack smirks, lifting his mask slightly, his canines showing in the moonlight, a warning for the taller male.

Ben scoffs.

" Here's the chick's number. What do you want with her anyway? She's a nobody. Poor, useless-" His words are cut off as he's slammed into the wall behind him,  a claw on his neck.

" Don't speak a word against her, elf boy." Jack hisses, a black substance seeping out trough his razor sharp teeth.

The male under his hold smirks, before the chuckles turn into full turned cackling.

" You're in love with her! Hahaha! I didn't know a monster like you could even feel." Ben laughs like a maniac, wiping tear.

Jack huffs before sliding his claws off of Ben, leaving behind the tiniest rep stripes.

" That's rich coming from a monster no better than me. Now scram, I have better things to do." Jack tells the other.

Ben stops laughing, blood red eyes now focusing on empty sockets.

" She'll never love you." The blonde spits at him before walking away.

₴ⱨɇ đøɇ₴₦'₮ ₦ɇɇđ ₮ø. Ł'ⱡⱡ ⱡøvɇ ⱨɇɽ ɇ₦øʉ₲ⱨ ₣øɽ ₮ⱨɇ ฿ø₮ⱨ ø₣ ʉ₴.

-

Unknown: You shouldn't be out at this hour.

You furrow your brows when the text pops up on your screen.

You: And who the fuck are you to tell me this?

You huff, did your hookup of yesterday really think that he could control you. You can't even remember his name.

Unknown: You'll find out soon enough love.

You scoff at the reply, and insert your key in your front door, already done with your hookup's act.

You: Fuck off.

₩ɽø₦₲ ₥øvɇ.

That night, you fall asleep with the feeling of being watched.

-

When you wake up again, you're in a room you don't recognize, and you're literally chained to one of the bed's legs, a heavy metal chain thing on you ankle.

When you look at one of the corners of the room, you scream.

There's a black dressed figure staring at you, munching on a red object and with empty black sockets.

[ A/N: I'm sorry it's so short.]

[slater-later]

I Want to Watch You Grow

Brian Kelly x Trans Masc Reader

Read it here on AO3 if you would like!

- This is a Brian Kelly x Trans Man reader fan fic. This conronicles your long term relationship with Brian and your development with yourself. Your body, and transition as a transman.

- I hope everyone enjoys this. Finds space within themselves and their relationship with the world. It’s okay to be trans, being trans is beautiful. it’s a difficult, glorious journey that is far more of a beginning then an end. Living happy life, being proud of yourself and your body.

- The fic is long, about 12 pages. So please, soak it in, and I wish you the happiest day!

The two of you had been dating for some time. You had met at a small high school party. A good group of friends coming together around a Summer bonfire, slipping your feet out from the well worn sandals and wiggling them infront of a fire. The soles of your feet toasted, turning them around to be goldened on both sides. You held a long metal skewer with two plump marshmallows on the end, rotating it around as you warmed it to a golden ball of glory.

It was sweet, being able to spend time with old friends and make some new. Your friend Ronnie had invited the skater kids from school to join you. He had bonded with them over their mutual love for rock and rap music. It made sense, they both loved Public Enemy. Blasting ‘We Got the Power’ out of their car radios whenever they had a chance. 

You enjoyed it, they threw out some good rhymes and it was a battle cry for your youth. You generation. You couldn’t help but bob your head to the music and belt along.

It was towards the end of the night when you two met. Brian had showed up late, hair slicked with a heavy line of sweat. A shirt quickly shoved into his pants, trying to clean up for his group of friends after a long day of skating.

He had skipped out of work that day- well, really, the restaurant was slow so there wasn’t much need for two busboys. He had spent the rest of his afternoon and late into the stary night, skating at the skatepark. The street lights clicked on and it had made it hard for him to see the clear edges of the ramps. It was time to turn in and get a bite to eat. Putting aside the new trick he caught from someone else. Trying to nail it. 

If he knew it could be done, then he could. He just needed enough time and perseverance to figure it out.

With skating, the possibilities were endless. It was his place to let go of life’s worries and focus on something where had complete control. The complete right to be, what and who he is, with no to tell him otherwise. Skating was like a lifeblood for him, his way of life.

His boundless universe.

He came jogging in, skateboard in hand as he approached the group huddled around the warm fire. 

The trees swayed, creaking under the age and weight of their own majesty with a long gust of wind. It was dark, the hum of Summer turning to a deep pitch of haze. Black rolling in, only to be illuminated by the glaze of starfull and a half crescent moon. The forest was thick, lulled by the hum of heated crickets and hushed by the cool breeze of night. Smoke pooling from the warm fire, whisping and licking up the sky with powerful might. Your toes curled, seeking a gentle relief from its delightful burning flame.

They were roasted and baked. You tucked them into the ground, shifting your heals to push back the brush and find a damp, cool, interior.

Brian waved, throwing an arm up to welcome everyone. A boy buzzed in the background, rolling a hit out of a cheaply made bong. Coughing as he blew out his lungs. Stoned till’ the cows come home.

“Hey guys! Sorry I’m late, it uh, took me a while to find you guys,” He smiled, strolling on into the circle and making his way over to Yabbo. Giving him a high five and saying hello to Buddy. 

You popped your marshmallow onto a graham cracker and some chocolate. You munched on your treat, washing it down with a sip of beer.

You watched Brian that night, catching his eyes as he chatted with Buddy over some trick he had been captivated by. Transfixed on trying to nail, to, gleam the cube. 

He noticed, his shit stain smirk would appear even in mid sentence. Hands flailing out, gesturing and expressing his exasperation on some wild tangent he was on about skating. About life. About love. It was amusing to watch him, loud and audacious as he was. He could even make Buddy loud, who was normally a quiet and reserved guy. Get him chuckling about some silly joke he made, and pairing it with an audacious face. Hands whipped out, a cross between a dragon and a gorilla.

You had finished off your second beer, musing with a friend about the stars as you gazed. Heads turned up, pondering the wide expanse of space. Its’ glorious bounds, its beauty, its’ wonder.

It put things in perspective for you. Not in a scary way, but in a comforting one. That sometimes, our emotions can feel massive. And they can be! But they also fall away, soothe and ease, as we realize, this shall pass. As all things. Even life. And so, what we must work towards is enjoying it. Like moments like these- feet kicked up on a stump, back eased into a lawn chair with a good beer in hand, spending time with friends. The summer breeze cooling your warm skin, still tanned and glowing from a long day spent outside. Walking, running, and spending time with those that mattered to you. You can’t steal back time, but instead, enjoy it.

Brian tapped Buddy’s shoulder, gesturing for him to shift over as he stood up. Slicking to the outside of the circle, making his way over.

He stopped at the bag of mellows, nabbing two and popping one in his mouth. Munching on its sugary goodness as he finished the trip. Sliding down and popping on the ground, criss-cross-apple-sauce style.

You picked your chin up from the stars, turning your head towards him, “Hey.”

“Hey,” He smiled tiredly, softly. It had grown late and the group had died down, calming and chatting amongst themselves. “So, I uh, don’t think I caught your name,” He mused, chuckling with an anxious delight. He had caught your fancy and talking to attractive people always made his insides flutter.

“It’s Y/N, what’s yours?” You smiled, letting out a tiny yawn, hand hovering over your mouth.

And on command, it was his turn. “Briannn.” He said, pushing through his wide open mouth, eyes turning to closed slits. Watering. 

“Jesus, I’m beat,” He muttered, whipping his eyes.

“You too?” You couldn’t stop, the two of you speaking through widely stretched mouths, yawning and releasing the tired souls of your body out into the air. Like ghosts being exercised. 

“Yeah!” He squeaked, putting his hand over his mouth. This time his mouth reaching out farther. As if a shark could unhinge its massive jaw.

Slowly, both of yours bodies cooled down. Chatted about the quiet, peaceful sounds of the forest. How the night made your feel alive, at ease within your own body. It was easy talking with such a nice man, cracking soft jokes and poking fun at the world. The politicians, the fat cats, and parents. Some stupid shit a drunk girl did at school, how the one guy on the football team fucked the head swimmer and stirred drama in the theatre group. He had been dating Jared, but it all fell for shit when he saw Sam in those swim trunks.

You both agreed, he looked mighty fine in the spandex speedo. And Tom did too, especially when he found out how kind he was.

“So who do you think is the biggest class clown? Don or Vinny?” You mused, shifting your weight in your seat. Turning towards him.

“Ahhh, I’m not so sure. Vinny is my man, but I really like Tabitha-”

“That bitch?” You shot, clicking your tongue. “She fucking stole $20 out of my backpack, fuck her!”

His eyebrows knitted, looking disappointed. “Yeahhh, she ain’t very nice. I disagree with you there,” He looked at the blaze, shaking his head. “But it’s not a ‘frienship’ competition. I give her props pouring that bottle of stinky slick on that jerk in Ceramics. That one that makes all those gross racist comments in school.” Fuck him for his piece of shit mind. There was no reason to be like that.

“-Ugh!” Your eyes rolled, shaking your head, “I know, I fucking hate him. He’s a piece of shit,” Internally you groaned, thinking of his disgusting face.

“For that, I respect her. The fool won’t change his mind and he needs to learn that he can’t do shit like that. It’s not like he’ll listen, I’ve tried,” He popped a mellow into his mouth, chewing. “She got 3 days of suspension for that. It was pretty ballsy,” Shitting on racist was both funny and satisfying. 

“What-? Why did she get that-?”

He shrugged, looking amazed, “I don’t know. It’s fucked up, that’s school for ya. It’s not right.”

You shook your head disgusted. If only they would understand, listen. “Ok, so, who has your favorite comedy?

“-Sam,” He smiled, poking a branch into the fire.

You watched him stir up the flame, picking at a log and turning it over. 

“Same, he’s really nice. He’s quiet but he has a smart tongue on him,” Slowly the fire grew. Emboldened by the new life, “Tom’s really lucky.”

Brian shot you a look, teeth flashing in a grin, “Cuz Jared’s so hot?”

You shot up in your seat, pushing yourself closer to him- “Okay though, right?!” Brian burst out laughing, head thrown back as he boomed. 

You waved your hands up into the air, desperately. “He has those pecs! Those thick arms! I just wanna be hugged by him!” He was a big tall teddy bear! A muscular one too! Who doesn’t love a big teddy bear?!

“I know, I know!” He slapped his knee, face red and warm, and it wasn’t from the booze. “He’s cute! He’s really cute!” He laughed, smiling through his big open mouth.

The two of you talked for the rest of the night, making another round of smores and sipping on the last of your cold beer. It was easy, talking to him. You found a kind of warm comfort and acceptance by such a free soul. By someone who really just wanted to be seen and heard, and loved for who he was.

*****

That night would bloom into many others. A few months you spent together, as friends, and the others, as lovers. You slowly got to know each other over time progressed. Eventually, love bloomed. Infatuation took to desire, day dreaming about the next time you’d see him. Hand propping your chin, staring off into a whiteboard filled with math equations as the teacher droned on. The last week of school was a buzzkill, bittersweet, and painfully long. 

You wanted it to end. For it to be Summer, to be scott-free and without responsibilities. But that also brought changes and your second stage of life was on the horizon.

****

The time came and both of you decided to take a year off from college. Work and save up some money. Spend time together as much you can. 

You planned on going away to school a few hours away. Brian hadn’t quite decided, but it looked to be the same. 

Both of you would attend the same school and it would work out well. Eventually, you both got through the next four years with your brains intact for the better. He majored in music production with a minor in entrepreneurship. He wanted to do something in music, start his own band and maybe build his own label. You majored in _____ and loved it. And your relationship had lasted, strengthened. Finding a quiet peace and home in one another. A thing you quietly wished for in your heart and didn’t know you needed until you found it.

The freedom to be yourself with another. One who would love and accept you, regardless of the circumstances and the changes.

But it didn’t always make it easy. You had been having feelings about your body. Ones that you didn’t quite like and found increasingly frustrating to have. To not have the words, the names, to understand and express how you felt.

You already knew you weren’t straight. That had long been established to yourself and to Brian’s knowledge. He didn’t care- well, that wasn’t quite the right way to put it. He was supportive of your queerness and actually encouraged it. You both were fluid as a snake- bodies and gender thrown right out of the door. What mattered was the person, the attraction, and the two of you- had a lot of that for one another.

He also wasn’t one to put up many questions about the way you dressed. Switching out fem for? Masculine? He was game. He liked your style, even sowed on some patches on your jacket when he asked. Though as time wore on, catching the way you shield away from your chest… Your feelings about your body… He noticed. 

“Hey babe?” He slid into the frame of the doorway, hand grasping the side of the wood as he leaned in. Watching you do your hair, clothed, and fixing your hair.

“Yeah? What’s up?” You looked at him through the mirror, running a comb through your head. “Is my coffee ready?”

“Yeah, it’s on the kitchen table. With your toast,” He walked in, looking quiet. Tentative. “Can I talk to you about something?”

You turned, “Yeahhhh…” Your voice fluttered, knowing that face he makes. It made you uneasy. “What do you wanna talk about?”

“Are you… alright? You’ve been distant lately, like somethings on your mind,” He paused, looking down. Guilty, “Did I do something wrong? Are we alright?” He leaned his back against the wall, thumbs hooked into his jean pockets. Glancing up at you.

You set down the brush, turning, “Yeah,” You coed softly. Tenderly to the sweet man, “We’re okay, I’m just going through some stuff,” It was easier to put that into words. You needed time to figure things out, to share how you felt. You didn’t even have them for yourself, at least not clearly.

You hoped time would reveal itself, help your understand and work through what you were feeling.

And you didn’t know how it would change you. Or, for the matter, Brian. Your relationship with him.

He gestured to you, beat, “Do you.. Wanna talk about it?”

It fell on silence, unsure.

“Yes… but not now. I need some time,” You stepped, drawing his eyes.

“Like… how long?” It was bugging him, an itch he can’t scratch. A problem he saw, a frustration he can’t touch.

It was yours, and one that effected him. He wanted you happy and content.

To ease your pain.

“I’m not sure,” You slipped a hand into his and locked fingers together. Drawing his hand up and lined your hips with his. Brian’s other slip around your waist, pulling you close. “You’re going to have to wait, to trust me until I’m ready to talk about it. But I do love you- and it’s not because of you,” You pressed your lips to his, slowly lifting them away. “Or something you’ve done. We’re okay.”

“Alright, I just-” He looked into your eyes, vulnerable. “I want you to be happy, no matter what. Whatever it is.”

“And I thank you for that, I really do. I appreciate it,” Another press, lips locked, tongues twisting for a moment. 

“Oh? Is someone?” 

You laughed, caught red-handed, “Yeah, a bit.” You mused.

****

And for a while, it was left like that. You ordered yourself a proper binder and he was properly happy for you, seeing you excited to go and slip it on as soon as it came in the mail. You checked yourself out in the mirror, beaming as you found a sense of newfound confidence and comfort in your appearance. Your body.

He liked the way you smelled after you changed deodorants. You smelled rich and musky, one that you both adored. For him, it was intoxicating. Even picked up your armpit in bed as you yelped, his head buried in your pit to get a good whiff of your scent. Both of you sent laughing and shouting and you play fought in bed, beating back the monster you so endearingly loved.

“Fucking hell Brian!! Give me my arm back!”

“No! Never!” He bellowed, hand tightening around your wrist, pinning it against the wall as your feet kicked against him. He loved it, making you mad and crazy at the same time.

Tickling was your enemy! One that he used and abused, to get you laughing and squirming as he tied his body around yes. Pressing kisses to your cheek like a woodpecker.

****

Eventually, you found answers. The internet helped and a good stack of books about gender. It worked to ease your feelings about your body and the amount of envy you had for the masculine. It was difficult at first, being able to sort through attraction and gender envy at the same time. Slowly, you found answers. A confirmation of your feelings and way of life. The amount of euphoria you received when the simple stranger called you ‘man’ or ‘sir’ felt glorious. Elating and at home with yourself in a way that felt right. A homecoming.

You started to approach the subject with Brian. The two of you were friends with trans people, but it still felt fresh. Weird, and confusing to go through yourself. Being trans still didn’t give you cut and dry answers, it was a journey. A grey area because, even through they had gone through that journey, it was still personal. You had to find answers for yourself and the world is a weird, wild place.

But, it didn’t mean you were something else. Or strange for that matter- you were you, and that’s what mattered. You were exploring.

You two had been laying in bed. A quiet Saturday day spent outside, running errands and going to the farmers market to buy fresh produce and bread. It was lovely and peaceful. You guys had turned into bed early, curled under a soft comforter as you sprawled out in bed. The sun had set.

“Hey,” You whispered, dusting a piece of long hair out of his face. He was turned towards you, a fit of blankets wrapped around him as his body cupped towards yours. 

“Hey,” He yawned, eyes fluttering in sleepiness.

You dusted a finger along his jaw, his chest slowly rising and falling. A ham all baked like a warm potato. “Can we talk?”

He shifted his head closer to your touch, liking the way you slowly stroked his skin. “Yeah, what’s up?” He yawned.

“I’ve been thinking, for a while now. That I might be trans,” You paused, wanting to release the next few words from your brain. “I think I am.”

“Oh?” He shifted up, sitting up now and trying to wake up his brain. Serious conversation time. “Really?” His voice was kind, asking for confirmation.

You nodded, “Yes.”

“As in nonbinary or trans masc?” He ran a hand through his hair, swooping the fluff back. Pulling himself together.

You laughed, feeling the butterflies swarm in your stomach. “Trans masculine.”

“Okay,” he smiled, nodding. Taking it in. “So uh, what do you want to do? If anything at all?”

“Honey-” You pestered, giving him a look.

“I’m asking! That’s up to you!” He was ginger, trying not to pry but dying inside. The questions!

“Clothes, that’s for one thing.”

“You’re already wearing my boxers- we gotta get you more of those.”

You had been stealing them from him. They were comfy, among other things. You couldn’t help but crack a guilty smile. He had mentioned it before when he had ran out, pissed because he hated wearing dirty ones.

“And shirts, and some good cuffed jeans-” You added.

“Dickie’s has those, we can thrift you Carhart’s from Goodwill.”

You paused, holding your breath. Holding onto the next few words, as if they couldn’t be taken back. Releasing them into the world, “And transitioning. I think I want to do that too.” 

He reached for your hand, his thumb stroking your palm as the two of you laid in bed. Him looking down at you as your sprawled out, your elbow propping yourself up. “Okay, if that’s what you want, I support you. I want that too,” He pulled up your hand and pressed his lips to them softly. Firmly intertwining his fingers with yours, squeezing them tightly. Securely.

“Do you want to go by different pronouns? A name?”

“Yes, I want to be named Y/N,” You smiled, feeling his hands pull you in.  Draw around you in a deep hug as he slid down to your level, comforting and embracing you. “I want to go by he/him pronouns.” You chuckled against his skin, head buried into the crook of his neck.

“Well hello my Prince, I’m so glad to meet you Y/N,” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, smiling through it as your heart brust. Crying in relief, in tears of joy and relief.

“You’re not mad?” You squeaked, tears rolling down your cheek.

“Baby~” He purred, pulling back, to look into your eyes. “Of course not, I want you to be happy. You’re precious to me,” He said, soothing you. “Is this what’s been bothering you?”

You nodded.

“I’ve been… wondering about it,” He mused. “I kinda figured it out after you bought your binder and started shaving your face. You barely had peach fuz but you looked so happy… so, much more bright that day,” You had slowly been trying things out. Listening to your body and how you felt. Changing your style, presenting more masculine. You even bought clothes from the men’s section and started to let go using gender specific pronouns for yourself. To ease the pain of dysphoria while you figured out feelings. Your therapist helped. 

“But I’ve been waiting until you tell me, that’s your stuff,” He wiped your chin, brushing off the stream of tears. “I know you’d tell me eventually, whatever your answer was- I want to support you. I chose that long ago, I stand by that.” He smiled, adding, “And if things change in the future, that’s okay too. Gender and bodies are a tricky thing.”

There was so many choices- my so options- in how trans people choose to express themselves. All of them are valid, it’s what makes you happy is the most important thing. What aligns with yourself.

“Thank you,” You sniffled, peaking out a smile. You were happy, and now tired, and just wanted to curl up in bed. The rush of emotions flooding your system, the bent of stress and relief washing over your system. Draining you. 

You wanted to feel this moment in its security, its acceptance. “That means a lot to me Brian.”

“Of course- and for what it matters-” He leaned into your ear, whispering, “I think you make a handsome man. And will continue too.” 

“It doesn’t change things- between us?”

He shrugged, unfazed, “I don’t think so. I’m attracted to you and I like men so-” Another quizzical look, “I don’t see how it would change things in that department. I think I need to know more but I don’t think so.”

You raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

“I want to read more about it so I can help you. I know it can be hard for trans people to get the resources they need to transition. We’re going to both go through this and I want to help you. -If that’s what you want, of course.”

“Oh! Okay,” you nodded. You slid down together, laying in each others arms. Curled underneath the seats, your tears dried up. Heart shining. “I want that, your help. I fucking hate calling the doctors office.”

He laughed, “I know! I know!” You would get stressed, talking on the phone could be weird sometimes. It made you anxious.

You tucked your head into his chest, hearing it beat with the life you held so closely. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close. “Thank you Bri, for everything.”

“Of course Y/N,” He spoke softly, warm. “I love you, you’re my everything.”

The two of you drifted off to sleep in bed, listening to the sound of Summer rain come in through the window. Drops slapping against the hard concrete, easing you into a deep slumber.

****

The two of you got along better after that. You were able to save up enough money to see a gender therapist. A general practice doctor that specialized in transgender health, giving you access to the hormone treatments you so desperately needed.

The changes came slow at first, the T being newly added to your system. Eventually, the body hair came in. Sprouting up your legs and turning thicker, darker, up your knees. Your body weight shifted, redistributing around your body with a healthy addition of exercise. Your jaw widened, spotting itself with facial hair which you so proudly grew. Cleaned up and trimmed, sculpting it to your desire. 

That was one of your favorite moments. When you asked Brian to show you how he shaved his face. He pulled out of his bag of clippers, helped you learn how to wash your face and spread shaving cream on your face. How to guide the razor against your skin, trimming the well grown facial hair.

“-Like this- you gotta go against the grain if you want it smooth,” You were both creamed up, with your hair clipped back. He had a headband pushing his strands back, keeping it from falling into his face.

“Okay,” You mumbled in front of the mirror, guiding the razor across your skin. Wincing when you nicked yourself and hoping you don’t do that again.

“It’ll get easier, trust me,” He assured, slicking the last bit of cream off of his clean face. He mostly kept himself clean shaven, though there was a time where he rocked a thin mustache. Even some musky stubble around his cheeks. Which you loved.

And so was your transition. 

In time, you qrew to love and enjoy your body even more. Seeing the face you so expected- and wished for- being reflected in the mirror. Muscles come in, adjusting your body shape to one that you desired.

Brian was very supportive. Even helped you find a good doctor for your top surgery. He pitched in money for your procedure, taking some extra hours as the store manager at the record shop where he worked. He was planning on taking it over from the owner in a few years. He had helped them expand into a second storefront. He was proud of it.

He drove you to your surgery, making sure you had everything prepared. Extra magazines, music, books, even your sketch pad and journal if you so wished it. You would sleep after your surgery in the hospital bed, groggy and tired from the boat load of meds and painkillers lulling you to a peaceful state. He wanted to make sure you were content, that you healed well and passed the time while you recovered. The tiny hospital tv having few channels to capture your attention. He ready to help you pass the time.

After your surgery, you couldn’t move your arms very much. At least not above your head. It would pull at your incisions, the area bruised and draining of fluids. He would tend to you, changing your bandages and helping you get things from the kitchen cupboards. Asking you to relax and let him take over- when you insisted on cooking dinner. That you felt fine, that the pain wasn’t too bad. Even though your chest ached, he didn’t want you to push yourself.

It was okay to lean on someone else, to let them tend to you at times in need.

He adored you and embraced the new found man you had become. He liked hearing you softly talk into his ear, listening to how your voice had dropped. Had changed, deepened, and thickened. It was an adventure for the both of you, one that you happily embraced and found a new home. In you, yourself, and each other.

He was proud to call you his boyfriend, his favorite man on Earth.