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raineynightswrld · 3 months
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𖥻 Light my cigarette? 𖥨 🚬
greetings. welcome to my first blog ever :). im going to keep this short and simple, my name is raine and i haven’t seen much vito scaletta fanfics on here, so i decided to step up and share some silly imagine/one shot or whatever. not proofread, cliche trope and lazy ending !
overall warnings: reader is implied to be female, smoking, strangers to lovers, cliche moments, kissing, stealing, romantic tension, swearing, slight ooc, really really lazy ending 😭
setting and fandom: mafia 2, 1951.
It was a normal, rainy night in Empire Bay. The trees were rumbling, as droplets of water fell from the night sky at a slow rate while the moon shined its light on the streets of Small Italy. You’d be either insane in the head or in a rush if you were walking around with this weather going on, especially without an umbrella.
Speaking of people insane in the head, you unwillingly stepped in a big puddle, staining your brand new coat and shoes. You hissed in annoyance and took a step back, raising your arms and cursed under your breath: “Fucking hell… can’t even go somewhere without bad luck smudging my fucking asscheeks! Shit was expensive as fuck too.. goddammit.”
Not only did you stain some expensive clothing and pair of shoes, you also forgot your umbrella at home, making this situation even more worse. You just wanted the earth to split in two, gobble you up and never let go of you again. Your hair was wet, and mascara ran down your cheeks like a river. Your coat didn’t help in keeping your black button up blouse at least semi-dry semi-wet. I’m other words, you looked like shit and looked like you just jumped in a river. The rain wasn’t even heavy!
You were always known for having bad luck. Ever since you were a child, nothing went your way. Not even assignments you pulled all nighters on and knew the answers like the back of your hand. You couldn’t figure out how you didn’t die yet, guess something went right in your life at least once.
Grunting and eventually stomping your foot on the moist cemented floor beneath, you shook your head and began walking towards a nearby 24/7 store, not wanting to go back to whatever route you were taking to go to whatever place. You were late anyways.
Lightening up a cigarette, or, at least attempting to, you groan in annoyance and breathe in to not make a tantrum in the middle of the street at two in the morning. Eventually, you manage to light the thin and long cigarette up, the smell of chocolate and whipped cashmere smoke entered your nostrils, which seemed to have calmed you down a bit.
Opening the door to the medium sized convenience store, you inspected your surroundings, just to see no one was there. Might as well rob the store. Taking a big puff of the cigarette, you walk around the store, blowing the smoke out of your nose and mouth. You find yourself roaming the store endlessly.
Not like you had anything else to do. You were sure as hell you wouldn’t be stepping out until the rain outside stopped.
Eventually getting bored, you grab a new pack of cigarettes you wanted to try out for some time now. You squeeze the cigarette you had in your hand from outside with the tip of your boot, and decide to betray your initial thoughts, going outside through the back door of the store.
You thought you’d be alone - that no one would be there, but just you, your thoughts, and your soul. Startled by the man who was also smoking a cigarette, you take a step back and close your eyes for a bit, breathing in before quietly greeting him. He was a tad bit taller than you. If you weren’t wearing boots with heels, he’d probably be more taller.
Raising his eyebrow at the sudden change of somewhat quiet environment, the stranger eyed you, his brown eyes staring into yours. For a moment, none of you said anything, before the man in front of you broke eye contact and moved his head so he was facing the street, and not you. Were you that ugly? You internally cackled at the thought. Sure, he was attractive, with his gel slicked back hair and the mysterious clothing choice but hell — you weren’t THAT interested.
After a moment of awkward silence, the man takes a drag from his cigarette, exhaling a puff of smoke before finally breaking the quiet tension. "Nice night, huh? Or, at least for me.” he remarks, a faint smirk on his lips.
“Yeah.. I guess.” You didn’t even know you were holding your breath. Exhaling, you open the stolen pack of cigarettes and take one, before stuffing the pack into your coat’s pocket and grabbing your lighter.
You try to light it up, but to no avail, it fails. You try again, and again, and again. Nothing lights up. You sigh loudly, before rolling your eyes. You’re starting to get pissed off.
“Need some help?” The man asks.
“Mama told me to not ask help from strangers.” You smirked and raised an eyebrow, before huffing out a laugh from your somewhat dry throat, then nodding and getting closer to the stranger. He smelled really good. Cigarette and some perfume. “Light my cigarette?”
He first puts his cigarette in his mouth, holding it still as he takes his lighter from his coat’s pocket. Due to the poor lightning, you thought both of you had matching coats - except for the fact that yours was stained with wetness. You point your cigarette to his lighter’s tip, before it shined fire. After the cigarette finally got lit up, you pull back and take a puff.
“Vito.”
“Huh?”
“Name’s Vito. Thought you’d need my name to thank me, sweetheart.”
“Oh!” Your mascara stained cheeks flushed in embarrassment, before huffing out the smoke in another direction than Vito’s face. “Thank you, Vito, for the light.”
You genuinely smiled at him, before you two started to talk about life. Though you were the one who talked more about your job, your overall life.. your bad luck.
“Yeah.. that’s how I got my clothes all wet and dirty. I was actually thinking of going to meet my friends and all at a club but I was already running late and I obviously wouldn’t show up at a club looking like this. When I was walking to the club, I even forgot where I was walking to and just decided to ‘crash’ here.”
You sigh loudly as Vito nods. He already finished his cigarette and didn’t bother lighting up a new one. You, however, were on your second cigarette of the pack you stole. After a few moments of silence, you look at Vito, who was looking at you too.
Your hair was now pretty dry and styled way better. The mascara that ran itself down your cheeks was gone since Vito was kind enough to give you something to wipe the mascara off. The rain stopped a while ago and you just found yourself talking to him endlessly.
Taking one last blow of your cigarette, you flicked it away somewhere on the wet cement and sighed.
“I’m out of things to say.” You laugh and look away before gazing up at Vito, who was slightly smiling.
“That was a lot of stuff to take in.” He huffed out in a slightly raspy voice.
“So.”
“So?”
You blink, breaking the eye contact. There was silence followed, as you breathed in. Leaning in just a bit, you straightened your back a little, before Vito leaned in fully, breaking the tension. His rough lips met your soft ones, as you closed your eyes, placing your palms on his cheeks. Your thumb traced over the scar on his chin, as he held your waist just right. You pulled back for air and breathed in the satisfying post-rain smell. No words were needed. Just a look and another kiss. After another, which turned out sloppier than the other two. Obviously, you stopped at his place after.
Guess you didn’t always have bad luck.
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naturewivesmybeloved · 4 months
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A fic request off a discord server I’m on and for some reason I’m more motivated to write on tumblr then anywhere else so here you go!
Pearl’s First snow day
Something was Going on with the server. Nothing to be worried about Xisuma had ensured them but the weather would probably be acting up for a while and all the hermits had been told to stick around their bases just in case.
Gem was making sure her Elven palace would stand up to whatever Weather they would be getting since the sky was looking pretty nasty. In fact, it reminded her of what it would look like just before a blizzard would hit on her old server. Pearl had apparently not gotten the memo because Suddenly Gem could hear a chorus of “Gem, Gem, Gem!” and a wieght was hitting her chest.
“Pearl! What are you doing here! You should be at your base! It looks like a blizzard might be coming our way!” Gem scolds lightheartedly. Pearl looks away sheepish. “I wanted to make sure you were gonna be okay and, I didn’t want to be alone?” Gem gets a soft look on her face and just as she’s about to say something else, a particularly strong wind blows and Pearl shivers. At that moment Gem noticed exactly how light her clothes were. Just a simple thin hoodie, a white t-shirt and shorts. So compared to her own coat and earmuffs it’s obvious that Pearl would be cold.
“Alright you dope, you can stay here tonight. Now let’s get you inside before you freeze” Gem says lovingly rolling her eyes and guiding the taller women into her palace, hugging her waist as they walk.
The next morning the girls are untangling themselves from each other when Pearl suddenly bolts upright, something having caught her eye. “Gem! Gem! Wake up! It snowed” Pearl said awe in her voice. Gem just groaned and made grabby hands in Pearl’s direction, not willing to give up her cuddle buddy yet. “Pearl come back to bed, it’s too cold right now” Pearl turns to Gem, stars in her eyes “but Gem, it snowed!” Gem wasn’t sure what the big deal was but then it clicked. Pearl was from a Australian server, she had never seen snow before. “Did you want to go play in it?” Gem asks amused, cuddling back into Pearl as she stared at the window in amazement. “Could we?” She breathed.
“Sure, let’s eat breakfast first and I’ll find you some proper winter stuff and we can go out” Gem laughed. So after a hastily eaten breakfast on Pearl’s end and Gem pulling some winter gear out of storage that she had made just in case something were to happen, the two girls were ready. Pearl’s immediate reaction to stepping outside was “It crunched! It made sound!!!” And then a furry of her running around the snow covered ground. She curiosity picked up the snow in her mitt covered hand (courtesy of Gem) and admired it. These antics continued for a solid half hour, other highlights including, dragging gem to see a small frozen over pond, running across said pond , falling flat on her back and going over to pout to Gem and in a moment of impulsivity, taking a bite of snow, which she instantly regretted. “Come inside Pearl. The snow isn’t going anywhere and you look half frozen yourself” Gem tried to coax her Girlfriend.
“B-b-but it’s so magical!” Pearl argues, her teeth chattering.
“Let me show you the best part of snow days” Gem offers, putting out her own mitt covered hand. Pearl hesitates for a second, looking back at the snow before putting her hand in Gem’s and letting herself get pulled inside. Apparently while Pearl had been exploring the wonders of the cold, Gem had built up a cozy fire and started a pot of soup.
Pearl wanders into the living room and is happy to see the roaring fire, and her girlfriend dragging a bunch of blankets there. The two of them layed down, for cuddles wrapped up in warm blankets, Gem fitting herself right into Pearl’s arms and kissing her rosy cheeks.
“What did you think of your first snow day?” Gem asks sleepily looking up at her
“It was fun, but this? This is better” Pearl says kissing the top of Gem’s head.
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cemeterything · 5 months
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are we still doing this because i have a late submission
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moongreenlight · 3 months
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Ex Husband!Price who still comes over and shovels your driveway every time it snows. But then you feel bad because he comes into the mud room every fifteen minutes to warm up so when he’s done you insist he stays for a hot meal.
But then he helps clean up. Does the dishes and shoos you away when you tell him he really doesn’t need to do all that.
Even worse if you have kids!! They’re thrilled that dad is around so they beg you to let him stay to watch a movie or play a few rounds of their video game. Of course you say yes. Who are you to take him away from the kids?
But then it’s late and he’s wound up carrying the kids up to their beds and tucking them in because they’d already fallen asleep on the couch. You say your goodbyes and honestly it’s a little bittersweet because it’s been such a surprisingly good evening.
But when he tries to leave the driveway’s already gotten all snowy again and you’d hate to be worrying about him driving home in these conditions so you offer him a spot on the couch swearing it’s only for tonight.
But then you get to talking about schedules and the kids sports they’re signing up to play and he winds up walking you to your room so you can just finish your thought about how the two of you should split the costs for the sports your kids are doing in the spring.
But once you’re in your bedroom you remember that you’ve been meaning to ask him about something on your computer so you leave him with your laptop while you get changed.
But then oh noooo he comes into the closet to ask you for a password and catches you pulling on the top of your pajamas. You’re mortified. He says it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before.
Somewhere in between deciding if you’ll drive to or pick up from practice on Thursdays, his hands start to wander. Resting over your sex from over a pair of flannel pajama pants. Usually, you’d tell him off. Monologue about how this isn’t how things work because it complicated things and you both need to set boundaries. But tonight you don’t.
Maybe it’s because you had two heavy-handed pours of your favorite wine with dinner. Maybe it was seeing him with your kids again. Maybe it had just been too long since you’d felt anything other than a cheap bullet vibrator.
So you let him slip his hand down your pants.
But it’s a bit jarring to feel his wedding band still on his finger.
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verahella · 3 months
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— FIRST STEPS
“here, here, boy.”
you stifle a laugh, “he’s not a dog, satoru.”
“fetch.” he continues, smile widening when you burst into snickers.
your baby isn’t sure what his mom is laughing at but he joins in, smacking his hands on the floor as he gurgles along happily. he stumbles a little but his eyes stay firmly fixed on the lollipop satoru is waving around in his face.
“c’mon, baby. show your mom who’s the best and your favourite parent in the world.”
you scoff, “that’s not fair. you’re bribing him.”
his eyes don’t stray from your child as he replies, “it builds character. you gotta teach them young.”
“i will never understand how he became a dad.” megumi’s voice mutters through the phone.
“well, you see megumi-chan, when a man and a woman love each very much—”
you smack away gojo’s peeping head from the camera and focus it back on your son. he claps as he says something nonsensical, to which gojo nods along encouragingly, shoving the lollipop even closer and twirling it in the air.
megumi leans in closer to the screen, watching the act of corruption unfold on facetime, “i can’t believe he’s already taking his first steps.”
you smile, “that’s the thing with kids, megumi. they grow up too fast and right under your nose, yet you never know it. it just hits you like a truck and you’ve gotta deal with it.”
“sensei seems to be doing fine though.”
“don’t let his act fool you. he whines every night about how he’s getting old and soon his son will throw him in an old age home and—”
“that was a confidential late night conversation!” he grumbles, crossing his arms as the camera faces towards him. “besides, i did well with you, didn’t i?”
you catch a glimpse of megumi’s pink face before he mumbles something about kidnapping and hangs up. a smile blooms on your lips and you rest your hand on his shoulder, “you really did well.”
“nice try but that doesn’t mean i’m gonna let you have this one.” he gestures to the toddler spinning around himself now to catch the tail on his dinosaur onesie. a strand of white hair peaks through his hood and as his blue eyes catch yours, you can’t help but be reminded of the man beside you.
his hair, your nose. his eyes, your intelligence. his lips, your words.
holding a thousand features of you and gojo, proof of your love in flesh and blood, your son stands in front you with drool dripping down his chin.
a baffled expression takes over his face at his parents and their audacity to not include him in a group hug and he babbles angrily, waddling towards you while gojo snaps about a billion pictures from all angles, competition long forgotten as he coos at his pride and joy.
a tiny pair of arms hug your legs and you lift up your son, grinning. it’s bittersweet and maybe you’re overreacting for him just ‘walking’, but you can’t help but want to capture this moment and let it stay like this forever.
of course, all good things must come to an end.
gojo rests his chin on your shoulder, pulling down his blindfold, “now that he can walk, can we go bungee jumping?”
“what? satoru, no.”
“satoru yes.”
you get interrupted by a lollipop into your mouth and gojo kidnapping your son and teleporting to god knows where.
the couch will be warm tonight.
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finally at that age where i'm thinking i should get a tattoo. not bc i feel strongly about it, just seems like a waste not to. i've got so much skin i'm not using
#feels so selfish like. all this skin what am i saving it for?#open to design suggestions! (please make me regret this offer)#maybe some deep sea horrors. a pretty watercolor of a gulper eel#once saw a person on the subway with various Skeleton Tattoos on all their limbs#i respected their commitment to the theme#but more than that i respected how all the skeletons were engaged in Activities#dancing in a ballgown. juggling its own (and two other???) skulls. swordfighting. being a mermaid skeleton#ANYWAY. the only reason i haven't already gotten tattoos is i just couldn't be bothered#i'm old enough to know i don't have any strong-but-potentially-temporary feelings driving me towards it#aesthetically i prefer decorated to non-decorated surfaces. but i'm not artistic or thrilled with commitment#honestly it feels like sheer laziness. indecisiveness--nay. immaturity!--that i HAVEN'T gotten a tattoo yet#letting all this blank canvas go to waste. tut tut i need to grow up and be an adult and get a tattoo sleeve already.#really i've put off my responsibilities long enough#(in fairness i DID at one time have 18 different piercings)#(but i took most of them out bc they interfere with wearing headphones and/or shoving my face in my pillow during Sleep Time)#(i only kept the nape piercing bc oddly enough it ended up being the most convenient. and the least painful to get now i think about it.)#(neck piercing? no problem. normal pair of earrings? Tribulations And Suffering. i don't make the rules i just poke them with a stick.)
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tapakah0 · 16 days
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delicourse · 3 months
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i miss them a little if im gonna be honest
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erabu-san · 10 months
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They grew up 🥹🫶
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jeansyvesmoreau · 13 days
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even when you wanna die!
@lgbtqcreators creator bingo: blending
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sfm-daesdemona · 1 month
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Absolutely obsessing with the Sandvich Blues
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7SfsJ0X-2fk
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tokyo-terror · 1 year
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So uhh, ghost, Alejandro and König right? Sexy. Speaking of those sexy men, could you do hc of them with their (gn plz) S/O who’s like, always horny? I’m talking like, all damn the time. If not, then have a nice day :)
this is so real
cw: vv brief mention of ghosts past (iykyk) + obvi nsfw
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simon "ghost" riley:
☆ i think he'd be a little bit on the lower side libido wise just because of his past with sex, so having a partner that's always horny might make him a little nervous
☆ not necessarily bad nervous though, more so he's nervous that he can't give you what you want. he always looks for ways to please you before himself
☆ 100% a head giver, he's nervous about everything else besides his oral skills ‼️ he gets to work any chance you give him a look
☆ def a thigh grinder though, both ways. his thighs are always free for you without much asking, he might even pull you onto him if you're obvious enough
alejandro vargas:
☆ higher libido than avg, but not nearly as high as you. he's always ready to go though almost all the time
☆ def the type to notice and not say anything though, he might even do the big goofy smile to himself if you start not being able to pay attention during certain things
☆ ass man alejandro agendaa, he's always purposefully being obvious with his staring so you know
☆ does the arms around the waist hug just so he can get handsy without being questioned, says the hard thing against your back is his gun sm 😿
könig:
☆ anxious and horny all the time too, especially when he's right back from a mission. he's pent up and nervous to say anything
☆ matches your sex drive a lot, you just have to start it most of the time unless his anxiety is mild that day. he likes to be ridden imo btw
☆ unironically always hard though, have you seen him?? guaranteed that he'll accept help for his problem all the time, it hass to be painful dude
☆ ranges from soft to rough though, it depends on what you're in the mood for. he accommodates very well :3
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heartorbit · 4 months
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always by your side
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spoopdeedoop · 1 year
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mikey trying to help out his big bro on his very important date
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chamm0y · 1 month
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RUMBLE FRENZY WHOEVER WHAT DID YOU DO???
that one tiktok audio bc i thought it was really funny (go watch the tiktok i love stopmotion lmao)
@vivificanousprime
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keiru-the-worm · 2 days
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can I just say this episode absolutely DESTROYED me?
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