#vinny was NOT invited

[bunnithechubs]

Darius King and Penelope Pizzazz cordially invite you to celebrate their marriage and eternal love at the exclusive San Myshuno Botanical Gardens!

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price

A Royal Scandal (1944)

[stressedjester]

Noticing a lot of people complaining about online games going dead and honestly it's probably because Sony rolled out that stupid update where literally ANY online game needs a PS Plus subscription to play and therefore probably dropped a ton of people from being able to play online games

I haven't really seen anyone complaining about how shitty that is either

[neonsbian]

list of manhwas i want to get a live action adaptation:

MY BOSS' SPECIAL REQUEST (<- need this more than anything)

savior

merry marbling ^_^

lost in the cloud

who invited you

the lady and her butler

[wienners]

its funny that the entire tag of habit/vinny is like "this is an abusive basically proship why do people like it :/" when 1. theyre both unrelated adults and 2. their dynamics just this

(art by @punkitt-is-here )

[yumzworks]

my portion of a collab for what could go wrongs 8 yr anniversary !! i had wrong side of history :)

run by idioticocto on twitter

[weikipedia]

This might make make me a bad person, and you leave your hate comments some other place because I won't respond to them. I just don't feel bad for Ace or Peter regarding the makeup thing. They made their beds; they needed to lay in them. If I'm not mistaken, Peter sold KISS his makeup rights. So clearly, he doesn't care that much. Also, Ace fucked up his chances with his life choices. So like yeah, it sucks to be them, but like also, I feel no sympathy for people who fuck shit up on their own. Of course, Paul and Gene didn't want to go down that road a third time. Why would you want to play with unreliable people when you have two guys who can do their jobs and are reliable? Some fans need to use critical thinking, I swear to god. That being said, I don't hate Ace and Peter at all. I respect them as musicians; I just don't feel bad for them. They’re adults, and they made the choices they made. I'm sick of seeing these “oh poor Peter and Ace” comments every time Eric and Tommy breathe on stage. Hell, anytime any replacement member does.

[rubberrabbitta]

hello gang. ill be working on a tadc server for just the few of us that are here on it. liking this means ill give you an invite on it, but its not for just ANYONE, i will be selective who is joining in there. mostly it will be the group of us who are rping if, obviously, and others can join up. but act like a fool & you will be booted from it.

[astars-things]

Emergency Contact

you have seen on TikTok the trend going around, "This is my emergency contact", so you decide to jump on it, you had put together some random videos of Vinnie doing some questionable things, 1. him waving around his swords, 2, him rolling around on the floor on stream and the last one of him running around the house driving head first into the couch,

once you had edited and uploaded the video it started to blow up considering you had 5 million followers on TikTok it made sense At first, the comments were lighthearted, full of laughing emojis and people tagging their friends. But as the views skyrocketed, the tone shifted.

user- so now you're just using Vinnie for clout???

user- I would be so annoyed dating someone like this.

The more you scrolled, the more the pit in your stomach grew. What had started as a silly trend now felt like an open invitation for people to judge your relationship, and it was getting overwhelming.

soon, it got too much, and you didn't know whether or not to take it down. You found your way to Vinnie's steam room, and you knocked on the door, waiting to hear the okay to come in, "Hi chat", you said waving to the camera, "hi bubs what's up" Vinnie cooed knowing something was off

"Can you go on mute" you whispered soon. Without hesitation, he switched to a “BRB” screen and muted his mic before turning his full attention to you. His expression softened as you hesitated for a moment before handing over your phone, the TikTok playing silently in his hands.

He watched the video, a small smirk tugging at his lips, but when he scrolled down to the comments, the amusement faded."this is pretty funny, but hun you can decide what you want to do with the video if you want you can take it down but I think you should keep it up, they are just jealous that I'm your emergency contact"

You let out a soft laugh against his hoodie, his warmth easing the tension in your chest. “You’re so annoying.”

“Yeah, but you love me.”

And just like that, the stress of the comments seemed a little less heavy.

[vinesaucejoelfacts]

FACT UPDATE:

SHIIIIIIIIIT

FACT: Joel has spent all his money, and must now create elaborate traps for genies to get stuck in, whereupon Joel will save them and be rewarded a gift as recompense. Kind of like insurance fraud, but with genies.

He hasn't caught any yet. This story is developing.

[slvthrs]

ALL THE THINGS WE COULDN'T SAY | v.hacker

— MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD —

No matter what, seeing him all over again feels like the inch has given you, spans the entire seas.

OLD BSF!VINNIE X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, some angst, some fluff, unprotected sex, alcohol ment, making out praise kink, degradation kink, cheating, possessiveness, angry sex, slapping, face pushing, begging, choking, mean vinnie!!

word count:  2.5k <3

a/n: lil apology for the disappearance mls :(

Ever since that fateful day, I haven’t spoken a word to Vinnie.

It’s not like we were best friends, chatting everyday- at least not best friends in LA. But having sex whilst he had a girlfriend proved too much for me.

I ignored every text, every call, every attempt to get in contact despite what I really wanted. However I knew that any form of interaction between us would end up the same way our last one ended.

And I was very right.

It had been 2 months, it was all going good. I was starting to forget the feeling of his lips on me. Starting to forget the way he made me laugh, held my body close whispering sweet nothings. 

I started spending more time at the gym, and spent more time with my friends. Went out clubbing, shopping, anything that would help me forget. 

But in the back of my mind, only one thing actually made me crumble in the middle of the night, only one thing I thought of when I fell asleep, the one thing I craved.

He had given me an inch and I imagined it to be a mile- the same mistake I kept on making.

So when I heard that Vinnie was throwing his birthday and I had received the coveted invitation- I imagined it to be the world.

Vinnie’s birthday was always something I looked forward to back home. Maria’s cooking, Nate on the grill, and Reggie playing silly board games with Vinnie and I.

***

“YOU FUCKING CHEATER” I yelled, jostling Poncho in my lap.

“Oh c’mon it’s not my fault you suck at Uno” Vinnie laughs moving to pet Poncho.

“Absolutely not! I had Uno, I was about to win!” I grumble, my head falling onto the coffee table table.

Reggie’s hand rubs my back, “Hey we all know Vinnie cheats don’t worry,” He teases sticking his tongue out at his big brother.

The two boys start bickering, laughing, and yelling curses as I cradle Poncho, “Shh baby ignore em their just two stinky men” I whisper

Their words quickly turn into playful rough housing until Maria breaks them up bringing out Vinnie’s cake.

His face is illuminated by the soft glow of the candles, as the cake is set in front of him. His big signature toothy grin covers his entire face as he watches us start to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to him.

One of his hands wraps around my waist and my world just stops- at least for a moment before I’m jostled by him blowing out the candles in one big huff.

“What did you wish for Vin?” Nate asks, smiling at his newly adult son

His face turns to look at me giving me a smile before turning back to his dad, “Can’t say unless I don’t want it to come true.”

My world just died right there before starting all over again.

That was a day before he left for LA.

***

I had spent the night getting ready with my friends. I was adorned in pretty jewelry complimenting my hair. I was wearing a pretty white tie-in-the-front white cropped top with long sleeves and a low-rise white mini skirt. I had matching waist chains with some strappy white heels. 

Vinnie’s favourite perfume of mine sprayed on my skin in an involuntary action as I packed up my little purse with some needed essentials and some non-essentials.

I stared in the mirror, Was I really doing this?

“Babes Tyler is here!” My friend Kylie shoots in my direction.

Tyler- the only reason my friends thought I should go to this party was if I brought a guy, so Tyler had to do.

I guess I am.

My friends and I walk out to Tyler’s car, not before a shot for pure confidence, and slip into the passenger seat driving down the same way I went two months ago.

We arrive at the house around 10:30, right around when most people are trickling in. I fix my dress as we walk through the door and all of a sudden the wave of anxiousness washes over me and I want to run.

I don’t however run away, despite how much I want to, I still hold it together.

Kylie pulls me aside to check up on me and hands me a drink, telling me to ‘get some!’ Despite the fact that we both have very different people in mind. 

Jordan, one of Vinnie’s friends walks up to me engaging in mindless conversation that's so clearly an attempt to find out who Tyler is or if “I’m seeing anyone.”

Despite that fact we have a pleasant conversation whilst I feel a pair of very familiar eyes burning into the back of my skull as I hug Jordan goodbye as people get ready for midnight.

Two blonde dudes come in holding a large sheet cake with 22 candles placed ever so gently on top.

Vinnie’s hand is wrapped around Allison who stares at him as if he’s the sun and the stars and his eyes stay on me, causing me to sweat. He grins as the cake is placed in front of him, straightening out his stupid little suit as everyone begins to sing.

As the song finishes everyone bursts into cheers as he blows out his candle as Allison grips onto him, his eyes leave the cake finding his girlfriend’s as she asks, “What did you wish for baby?”

He smiles, not saying a word as he looks back at me, “It’s a secret.”

That’s too much for me.

I maneuver around the drunk crowd, sprinting up the nearest stairs and into the first room, walking out onto the balcony and sitting down on the ground.

My world feels like it's out of orbit, everything just stopped. My head tips back on the glass balcony as I try to recollect my thoughts.

Stray tears fall onto my face, if he can do it for her, why couldn’t he have done it for me, is the only thought that swirls in my mind.

“Hey are you okay?” No no no.

I shut my eyes praying he’ll just go away, but he doesn’t, he never could. He sits down next to me, his body heat slipping on to me.

His hand rests on my shoulder, “Open your eyes” Vinnie’s voice whispers and like a marionette, I obliged.

My bloodshot teary eyes meet his as I turn my head as I move to wipe away my tears.

“Yes?” My voice breaks.

“Why are you crying?” He whispers, his gaze soft and his words even softer.

“Don’t do this, Vinnie.” I whisper, desperation evident in my voice.

“What pretty girl?”

And I cry all over again. I take in staggered breaths as his arms wrap around me. His hands soothe my skin as I crumble into his dumb suit.

I melt into his touch. I want to die like this, in his arms.

“I can’t do this, I don’t know why I came” I whisper as tears fall on my face and into his shirt.

“It’s my birthday… didn’t you want to be here?” He asks, his voice breaking a little as he pulls my face away, lifting up my chin to look at him.

His gaze drops to my lips for a moment as I snap out of it, immediately rising to my feet stepping into the room.

“No no we can’t do this” I whisper-yell at him, my hands crossed over my chest

“We’re not doing anything?” He looks bewildered, his eyebrows knit together

“We can’t be friends.. I-I can’t be here alone with you, your girlfriends downstairs!” My voice rises a little

His expression is the picturesque definition of pain, “Why not?”

“Because I spent years loving you and you threw it all away!” I yell my hand pointing at him

“I didn’t throw it away!” He raises his voice, stepping closer to me

“Oh yes you fucking did, and I was doing so good! I was forgetting about you!” I cry out, I step closer to him.

“I don’t want you to forget about me” His voice is expressionless, as he steps closer as we’re practically chest to chest

“I want to! You have a girlfriend” I slam my fist on his chest as his grabs my wrist

“Jesus were you always this fucking bossy when we were kids?” His eyes narrow, eyeing me

I roll my eyes and scoff, “Fuck. You.” 

He has the audacity to laugh, “You can try and forget me, get with that idiot you got here with- But never, tell me I threw us away, I loved you! I love you.” 

His voice softens ever so slightly, “I will never not love you, tell me to break up with Allison, I will, tell me to kick everyone out right now, I will. Whatever you want, tell me. I’m yours”

“I hate you. Leave.” I huff

He shakes his head, “Anything but that.” 

“Leave me like you left me 3 years ago and 2 months ago” I whisper

“No.” His voice is harsh and commanding

“Vinnie…”

“No.” His grasp on my hand doesn't falter and in fact his other hand grasps my other wrist.

My eyes narrow, please whatever scraps of self respect I have please kick in.

His pushes me back against the wall, my hands pinned either side of me as he places a kiss on the birthmark on my neck, “I’m never leaving you”

I shut my eyes, tipping my head back, please kick in, I beg.

“Open your eyes.” His voice rough and ragged

My eyes flutter open, meeting his blown out brown eyes.

Oh no.

His lips meet mine in a desperate kiss, his hand moves to grasp my waist as mine tangles in his hair. 

“We can’t” I whisper despite still kissing him back

“Just shut the fuck up” He groans as he bites down on my bottom lip

“You’re my worst addiction” He mumbles moving to kiss my neck

I whine, nails digging into his curly brown locks, “I hate you”

“I know my love” I murmurs against my skin, kissing every spot of my neck he can find before dipping down to my tits.

“Vinnie-”

“Yes.” His voice cuts mine off, his head tipping up, looking up at my eyes.

I shut my eyes, “Need you”

“What? Where? Tell me” He begs

“Need you to fuck me, rough” I whisper

He stops his kisses, moving to cup my face, “Whatever you want doll”.

He meets my lips in a rough kiss guiding me to the edge of the bed, pushing me down to sit.

“God you're so pretty, it makes me wanna ruin you sometimes” He whispers out, his voice rough as he moves a strand of my hair away from my face as he looks down at me.

He moves me further up the bed as he leans over me, pulling the buttons of his waist coat down but as he’s mid way he gets frustrated he just rips it off along with his shirt as he kisses me again.

His lips move in tandem with mine as he pulls the knot of my shirt, causing it to fall down.

“Mine” He whispers into the kiss, “Say it princess”

“Yours” I whine as he shuffles my skirt and panties off and unclasped my bra

“My perfect girl” He mumbles as he flips me over, smushing my face into the pillows

I can hear his belt clinking open and he shuffles out of his constricting dress pants and boxers

“S gonna hurt darling girl, just be good for me” He whispers as he kisses my spine as he slowly stretches me out

His hand pushes my head down into the pillow as his other hand rubs circles on my clit.

My toes curl up and my eyes roll back as he starts to slowly rut into me, “There she fucking is”

His grunts echo in the room as my muffled moans coat the pillow, “Cmon, you can take it won't you? You're just so good for me.”

His words tease me as he speeds up his pace, he pushes down my head to thrust deeper into me as his muscles flex around me.

“So fucking tight, s’ like you were made for me” He grits as he pulls my hair up as a ragged moan leaves my mouth

“Such a whore, so good for me aren’t ya?” He chuckles

I whine nodding my head as my mind is too cloudy to form words.

He slaps my ass illciting another pitchy moan from me, “Asked you a fucking question” 

“Mhm all for you” I mumble biting down on my lip

“God you don’t even know what you fucking do to me darling” He groans as his hand speeds up around my clit

“M close, Vin m close” I ramble like an idiot shutting my eyes

He slaps my ass again causing me to yell, “Beg for it gorgeous girl” 

“Please Vinnie” I crumble whining

He laughs at my sad attempt, “My good girl can do better than that can’t she?” 

“Please please I need it so bad, need you so bad” I mewl under him

His pace speeds up, “Yeah? Take it baby”

I cum with a loud moan as my eyes screw shut. I can feel Vinnie kiss along my spine, caressing the sides of my body.

He flips me over so I’m looking at him, his flexed biceps on either side of my face and his dumb chain dangling over my face.

He sinks in again as I whimper, “Can’t Vin” 

“Yes you can, you're so good, aren’t you?” His voice teases

I succumb to his words mindlessly nodding my head.

“That's right, you can take it and you fucking will.” He punctuates with a sharper thrust

The headboard slams against the wall against Vinnie’s impossible strength rutts into me.

One of my hands wraps around his bicep and the other holds onto his wrist as I pull it on to my neck.

His eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.

“Please?” I whisper

He chuckles as he squeezes around my neck using the grip to pound deeper into me as my eyes roll back as my cunt clenched around him.

“M’ gonna cum, can’t hold out, you just feel too fucking good” He whispers

I whine at that cumming around him without warning as I clench around him he finishes inside me.

We take a second to catch our breaths just lying there for a second.

He pulls out maneuvering us on the bed as he kisses my neck, “Not too much my love?”

“Never” I hum

He nuzzles into my neck as my back meets his chest, “Want me to break up with Allison?”

I take a second to process his question.

“Yes… but I don’t want to date you right now” I whisper

“I'll stay alone forever if it’ll make you happy princess” He hums 

“Good” I giggle

“God should've known you were heartache from the moment I met you” He chuckles as he falls asleep in the crook of my neck.

An inch? A mile? As long as it's Vinnie, for you its enough.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: sam monroe x f!reader

FLUFF ❦

Your back hit the mattress with a light thud

SAM MONROE grinned like a starved man, leaning down over the bed in seconds—warm, kissing you like he meant it, slipping his tongue to your mouth, devouring you before you even moved to higher stage. Like it had been forever since the two of you had gotten a second alone. (Which, honestly? Was kinda true.)

His hands were already pushing up your shirt, sliding under, all warm fingers squeezing your breasts, letting his thumbs work over that sensitive nipples. You barely had any second to let out a whimper between his kisses before he was rolling his hips against yours, making a low sound in his throat. "Fuck, babe—"

PAT.

You froze.

Sam didn’t, of course. Driven by his desire, he thought only with what he had in his pants, not with his brain. His mouth was already back on your neck, like he hadn’t just heard the unmistakable, clumsy little knock against your door.

PAT PAT PAT.

And then came the babbling you all knew too well. Soft. Sleepy. Completely oblivious.

Both of you shot up.

"Fuck," Sam muttered under his breath, scrambling to fix his pants, face twisting in pure agony as you practically shoved him off you.

In rush Sam threw you your shirt, fumbling with looking as normal as he could be. You barely got your shirt down before Sam moved forward and was yanking open the door—

And there stood Vinnie. All soft, sandy-blond curls messy from sleep, dressed in tiny, too-soft pajamas filled with Winnie the Pooh characters. His chubby fists rubbed at his eyes as he smiled up at Sam in the most sweetest way imaginable, before inviting himself in and wobbling on unsteady feet

"Hi, hi!" he lisped as soon as his gaze moved to yours. Your heart melted.

"Dude," he exhaled "Are you serious right now?"

Vinnie didn’t even register much of Sam’s pain. He just padded closer to the bed, trying to climb on it as if it was a fact that you're gonna have a sleepover with him. All three of you

You sighed, sitting up as Vinnie immediately pressed himself against you, tucking himself into your warmth with a happy little hum.

Sam just stood there. Staring. Judging like his entire night had just been ruined.

Well, and it had.

After a moment of watching you press all the lovely kisses to Vinnie's face, pull over his lil body a duvet that was just seconds ago used as something else, he sighed. A deep, long-suffering sound, before he ran a hand through his hair.

"Cool," he muttered, more to himself than anyone. "Sick. No sex for me. Guess I’ll just fucking die."

"hey, no cursing near the baby. I thought we were past that" you scolded him, a big, scary frown painting your face. But as soon as you looked down to your baby, it disappeared.

Sam just groaned and flopped face-first onto the bed beside you both, dramatically burying his face into the pillow. Maybe being cockblocked was the part of being a parent..

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[cookstorys]

Vinnie trying and failing to flirt with reader while they both stream readers just really oblivious to romance unless he's told straight up the other person wants to date him, anyway vinnie tries and fails to flirt while the chat is just laughing at how reader is picking none of this up.

–🍑

𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐲

“What’s up, my people.” You waved at the camera in front of you. You watch as the chat is filled with ‘hello’s and ‘hi’s. “Ok so since I just hit 2 million followers across all platforms, which is a crazy thing to say. I posted a poll on my story about what you guys would like to see and the majority voted for a collab. So can I get a drumroll in the chat please.” Everyone watching started to spam the drum emoji. “Give a wholehearted welcome to the Vinnie Hacker.” The chat goes crazy with a mixture of total shock and insane comments about how Vinnie is so lucky. You stood from your seat and met Vinnie with a hug.

“You look stunning [Name]. Thank you for having me.” He spoke arms wrapped around your waist. “Anytime Vinnie and I can say the same for you.” You smiled as Vinnie pulled a chair to sit in. “Ok, that was the surprise, everyone. It’s late in LA right now so expect a bunch of content on Instagram and YouTube tomorrow. In the meantime, I’m going to be putting Vinnie in the hot seat.” Vinnie dramatically wiped his forehead “Should I be nervous?” You smirked mischievously

“First question, what’s your ideal first date?” Vinnie took a moment to think it over. “I’ll probably have to say doing a stream with someone I’m currently collabing with.” Vinnie smiled at you expecting some type of nervous response but instead, you just laughed. “That’s exactly what we’re doing, what are the chances?” Vinnie started at you blankly. Were you serious? You held no sign of joking. Vinnie tried not to stress that much, he enjoyed a good chase.

“Which would you Kiss, Marry, Kill? Larray, Jack, or Quenlin?” Vinnie laughed “Damn the big three? You’re not on this list right?” You shock your head no. “I’ll have to say pass on all of them. I’ll save my kiss and the ring for you.” Vinnie smirked. “Aww that’s the sweetest thank you so much. Next question.” That’s it? Vinnie couldn’t have been more straightforward with the male. He looked over to the monitor, and the chat was going crazy.

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@/randomhoe : am I trippin or is Vinnie tryna flirt

@/[Name]edits : smth smell fruity and it ain’t my steak

@/Theylovejazzy : oh he WANTS THAT BADDD

@/user27 : who’s gonna tell him?

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At least Vinnie’s not going crazy. “You’re someone who enjoys getting and having tattoos, if you had to pick your favorite tattoo which would it be?” This was his chance, Vinnie knew exactly how to win you over. “Well, my favorite is this spider I got in the middle of my chest. It’s just a hella cool tattoo, let me show you.” Vinnie swiftly pulls his shirt over his head showing you and the streak the tattoo. “Wow that’s so freaking cool, do you have any more?” You asked genuinely interested. “Well yeah but I have some a little lower, I’ll have to sh-“ You gasp. “I just remembered you’re going to have to put your shirt back on, I don’t want to get banned.” Vinnie embarrassingly nodded and slipped his shirt back on.

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@/datonegayho : SOMEONE PLS REVIVE ME

@/peaceonly : that was so hot, how is he not catching on 😭

@/its_urmom : I’ll fold immediately

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“Well, I think that’s it with my questions if you have any for me?” Vinnie nodded but couldn’t speak, what could he say? He tried everything in his playbook so fuck it. “Yeah um, I was wondering if you’d want to go out?” You quickly nodded “Of course, I can plan something. We can invite some of our friends too.” You smiled and Vinnie just sighed. If only he knew how hard it would’ve been to get a date. “I was kinda thinking it’ll just be me and you, like a date.” You gulped loudly. Your stomach dropped and all you could feel was butterflies. “I-I’ll love-v-e to.” You nervously accepted. Refusing to make eye contact, you turn back to the stream.

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@/vinniehackerlover : fucking finally 🧍🏻‍♀️

@/stinkybear : AHHHHH MY SHIPP

@/gimmiecash : new power couple incoming.

@/user1946 : and they’re both fine wtf 😭

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[neonsbian]

it is kinda funny bc when i started working full time my boss had to like redo this presentation they gave me when i first started working there and she was like 'and you know, be friendly w the customers. ik u struggle w that sometimes' like 😭😭😭

[heartsforvin]

WATCH ME, BABY

happy halloweeen !!!! <3

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings: cussing, dirty talk, masturbation (fem), use of pet names, voyurism, pillow humping

summary: vinnie catches you getting off, but doesn’t leave the room once he catches you, only stays to watch the show

vinnie had mentioned to you that he was going out to a halloween party that night. he had invited you to go, but you declined, not wanting to go out.

he almost didn't either, that was until you had to basically push him out of the apartment.

before he had closed the door, he gave you a kiss and told you he'd be back later.

that was almost four hours ago now, and you were bored out of your mind, having done everything you could think of.

well, almost everything. you haven't done the one thing yet, and honestly, you were almost tempted to do it.

you sat on yours and vinnie's shared bed, watching tv as you tried to figure out what to do.

earlier, you had went on his PC and streamed, telling his fans that vinnie was out at a party and you didn't want to go.

it was fun for awhile, you spent a good hour and a half on there. playing games, talking to the chat, it was fun.

now however, you wanted vinnie home. it was getting late and you wanted to cuddle up with him and hera and watch a movie.

that one idea popped into your head, and this time you couldn't shake it away. the thought of your boyfriend came into mind too, and everything that comes with him.

his beautiful eyes, messy hair, the amount of tattoos he's got inked onto his skin, just everything.

the next thing you knew, your body was moving before your brain and you had stripped of the lower half of your clothes.

you grabbed your pillow and put it between your legs, aligning the edge of it up with your clit so it hit that perfect spot.

it didn't take much to get you riled up, usually the mere thought of your boyfriend did it for you. although, envisioning him and you doing something hot did always help.

you started to rut against the pillow, small whines and gasps came out of your mouth as you did.

thoughts of the blonde returned to your mind as you started to hump the pillow more. the gasps and moans that came from your mouth could be heard inside your apartment, you couldn't help it though, it felt too good.

so good in fact that you didn't hear the front door open and shut, along with vinnie calling out for you.

you were completely lost in the moment, the friction you're gaining against your clit felt too good to stop and pay any mind to something or someone else.

vinnie kept calling your name, he knew you were here since you didn't go out with him, and hated going anywhere on halloween since there could be crazy drivers.

once he walked to your shared bedroom though, thats when he heard it.

he smirked, pushing open the door slowly as to not disrupt you. he didn't want to interrupt, in fact, he wanted to watch.

the two of you had openly talked about this topic more than once. honestly, the thought of either of you watching the other get off without getting off yourselves was exciting to you both.

once he was inside the room, he quietly shut the door just how it was before he walked in.

his eyes went dark with pure lust at the sight of you on the bed. completely nude, head thrown back slightly as you shut your eyes and moaned softly.

vinnie almost didnt want to let you know he was in here, he wanted to watch without you knowing. he knew he couldn't though, so he spoke up.

"shit."he muttered, voice low and deep.

that caught your attention and your eyes shot open as you faced him. "when'd you get back?" you ask, stopping everything completely.

vinnie chuckles softly. "few minutes ago," he rasps. "heard you from outside the door, wanted to see what was going on."

you smile. "wanna watch me, baby?" you ask, grabbing at your tits as you knead them in your hands.

vinnie's mouth goes dry at your question. of course he wants to watch you. "yeah." is all he can get out, though.

you nod, giving him a sweet smile as you start up your movements again. vinnie doesn't touch you, although you wouldn't mind if he did. he simply just watches.

he stays silent, just quietly observing you. although, this is turning him on more than he'd like to admit.

"so fuckin' pretty, mama." he says in that deep, raspy voice you love.

you smile, him calling you mama always does something to you. maybe it was the way he says it, or the tone he says it in. either way, it made your movements quicken.

vinnie wasn't oblivious to the way the pet name effects you. he chuckles softly as he stands in front of you.

you can watch his jeans tighten, you know he was getting enjoyment out of this as much as you were.

"fuck, vinnie." you moan out, reaching your hand down to your clit, rubbing circles on it.

vinnie smiles. "yeah you like this, huh? like havin' me watch you get off?" he asks.

you nod your head vigorously. "love it so much." you whine when you hit that perfect spot.

vinnie chuckles, getting closer to you until he's kneeling on the ground In front of you. "yeah," he breathes out. "you like fuckin' yourself on the pillow, baby?"

you nod again, not being able to complete sentences. vinnie chuckles softly.

"like it better than my cock?" he asks. his tone was absolutely filthy, and you loved it. he watches you shake your head. "thats what i thought."

vinnie watches as you start to go faster as well as the circles on your clit get faster too. he smirks, looking up at you.

you really did look so pretty like this, he could look at you for hours. he knew you needed release though, so he decided to help you out.

"come on, baby, be a good girl and cum for me, yeah?" he says, making you whine softly.

you continue to hump the pillow and rub at your clit. as you do, vinnie takes it upon himself to reach up and squeeze your tits, making you moan and throw your head back.

before you can let him know you're there, vinnie looks down as he watches you release on your fingers and pillow.

it takes you a minute to come down, but once you fp, you immediately press your lips to vinnie's in a sweet kiss.

once you two of you pull away, he smiles at you before you stand up and change into comfier clothes.

"might have to go out more if this is what i come home to." vinnie chuckles, making you hit his arm.

"to be fair," you start as you put on a pair of pajama shorts. "i was bored and had nothing to do."

he smiles. "you do that when you're bored" he asks, genuinely curious.

you raise your brow. "you don't?" you ask him with a small chuckle.

vinnie just pulls you into his chest snd hugs you, kissing your head. you pull assay and find one of his tshirts and slip it on.

"help me with laundry, now that I got my pillowcase dirty." you smile at him.

he grabs your pillow and removes the case while you grab the rest of the laundry to go with it.

he's definitely going to leave the house more often if thats how he gets welcomed home from now on.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN MFS !!! i hope you all enjoyed this AND my take at my first ever kinktober !!

i enjoyed writing these fics for you guys so much and hopefully i’ll do it next year too (:

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[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.”