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I’m still working on chapter seven but I just know Jey, Seth, and the reader had a fun day by the pool this 4th of July 🥺

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"MISSED CALLS 📱" RIO X READER

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Author's Note: This is not a drill, this is a real Rio upload LOL. Since the Rio girlies are awake here's an old Rio X Reader draft. Enjoy ❤️

Summary: Rio plays himself when he downplays your position in his life. Instead of lashing out, you get even. After acting out, you both make it up to each other 😉 . This one is 🌶️ Pissed off Rio has entered the chat.

Word-Count: 1.7K

It may be toxic but you love it when he’s mad. When his eyes darken and his patience thins. When he’s focused and ready to strike like a predator. When you’ve managed to fuck up his entire day and keep him on the hook thinking about you. He calls again and you watch the phone ring out as you tan poolside.

“You’re in a good mood” your cousin says, putting her shades on amused by the scene playing out in front of her.

“Mhm” you nod thinking back to the agitation he’s facing right now as he’s cursing your refusal to answer. He’d hurt your feelings a pinch, even though you know him downplaying your significance to him in the company of his associates is a lie. Rio’s feelings are in fact the contrary of the bogus story he told his colleague. Still, it was the principle he’d greatly downplayed your position, making himself out to be just in it for a good time and you, nothing more than someone easy  to pass his time with. The phone rings again and I smile sending an automatic reply. Easy, I’ve been anything but.

“What'd he do?” your cousin asks but you know better than to spill your man's misdeeds.

“Forget that I can be a real headache when I want to be” You smile in response.

“Atta girl” she smiles back.

 You’ve never begged him to be around and none of your antics have been enough to get rid of him. If Rio wants to act like you’re replaceable, well two can play at that game. You watch the kids splash in the pool and smile at the thought of last night's triple date. Your date was tall, Latin and tatted just like him. It’s a dirty game to play but so is pretending to have better things to do.

When you get home after a few days away you see his car parked down the street. You go to get in your house when he steps out glaring like he wants you to get in the car.

“Get in the car” he says exasperated and you turn, wiping the satisfied smile from your  expression. He stands tall glaring and displeased.

“Aren’t you gonna get my door?” You ask standing still before moving in the direction of his vehicle. His jaw clenches before he obliges and you do the same getting in. Climbing in halfway you turn to give him a quick kiss.

“Missed you”  you pout looking him over. It’s the truth and even more satisfying when he can’t decide whether or not to blow up.

“You wouldn’t have to miss me if you answered your phone” he snaps shutting the door. The engine roars and he’s off.

“I was gonna call but I had no time, there were too many people around” you lie and he glares at you. 

“How was your date?” He asks, telling you he’s been keeping tabs. You roll your eyes.

“It wasn’t a date, my cousins just wanted to meet this guy.” you shrug.

“Sitting across from someone and sharing a meal is a date” he snaps.

“Well then I’ve dated a lot” you sigh, earning another glare. 

“Just answer when I call and stop sending me texts. I want to hear your voice” he snaps. “Okay?!” He glares. 

“Ok” you let him have this one. He shakes his head taking a long exhale as he grips the wheel heading in the direction of his place.

“You fucking stress me out more than the job” he mutters as he hit a red light.e opens and closes his legs and you know the tension between us is foreplay for him too. You smile leaning over to give him a few quick kisses.

“I’m sorry” you apologize playing the part of oblivious bimbo with sincere eyes and he nods. His eyes lighten and you know you're back in his good book. It’s a quick turnover, he probably was really scared to lose you.

“You gonna make it up to me?” He asks.

“Of course, how about tickets to the boxing match you were talking about?” you suggest.

“That’s not the kind of thing I want from you,” he says.

“What do you want?” you ask.

“You, for a few days. any and every way” he says with nonchalance. It sparks your excitement but you hide it as best you can, smiling only a little. Maybe that’s what made his throwaway comments so hurtful. The chemistry is too good and anything goes - its not the routine sex of a married couple but of a raunchy affair most times. As long as he treats you well there’s no complaints. But he has fucked up.

“That sounds like a lot,” you mutter avoiding automatic compliance.

“You have a lot to make up for,” he smiles slightly.

“You promise you’re not mad anymore?” you ask with doe eyes.

“No baby, I’m not mad” he concedes and you melt a little looking up into his eyes. He’s putty in your hands.

“I trust you” you mutter as he kisses you hard. Just like that he’s gonna give you all he’s got. He lets himself go. Kissing your neck as he gets us both undressed. His touch is firm and dominant. you’re at his mercy but in very good hands. He’s one of one and our compatibility is special. He knows as well as you that we are all we have if we want this. It’s dangerous to be this vulnerable, for him to lose control when you’re on your knees taking care of him. Having that kind of power over him gets you off and he has the same effect on him. His actions make it known that there’s no replacing him. That you better never even think about it because there’s no one better for me than him as he fucks you into the mattress. He kisses you more than usual, kissing you everywhere and when we’re done he props himself up against the headboard letting you  rest your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat.

“Can you stay the night?” you ask hoping his  schedule isn’t demanding.

“Yeah mama, I can stay” he responds and you settle into pulling the blankets up over your body and his. He rests a hand over you to secure your body against his as he reaches for his phone. He spends a few minutes sending off a few messages before setting it down on the nightstand.

“Come on” He says, patting your hip.

“Hmm?” you raise a brow.

“I know you weren’t answering your phone cause you wanted attention, so come on” he says tapping it again. You look up to see a small grin on his lips. “Don’t play innocent baby, you’re too smart for that” he adds and you sit up, sitting beside him. Just like that his focus is on your breasts.

“If I wanted attention wouldn’t I answer?” you ask pulling up the sheet to cover yourself. His attention returns and he raises a brow.

“Not like playing with me would” he says and his intelligence is one of the many reasons I love him. You straddle him and then lower onto his manhood getting the upper hand in moments.

“Maybe I overheard you telling your friends I was nothing, maybe I was upset you were lying” You tell him, grinding with him inside, in  a motion that causes him to crane his head back in pleasure. Eyes closed he holds your hip as you move plain fully slow allowing you both to feel everything.  “You deserved the headache” you add and he takes a breath and holds his head level to look you over. He can’t be angry at you when you give it to him like this. He shakes his head too overcome with pleasure to be angry at your plot.

“Watch your mouth” he warms instead. You tighten your walls around his manhood and he curses.

“Watch yours or I could stop answering forever” you warn and he’s had enough. You pushed and now you’ll pay.

“Forever?” He asks, gripping you hard as he pulls out. It’s a bid for control. You moan at the loss of contact “You’re gonna quit me, forever for saying something we both know isn’t true?” He challenges upset all over again. You try to look away and he forces you to look at him.

“Maybe” you respond in defiance. He lets go pushing you away as he gets out the bed. Now you’ve really done it. Your stomach drops as he rounds to your side of the bed and gets on his knees. It’s a sight as he gets between your legs spreading them around him and french kissing your center. Men like him need power and aren’t afraid to be in submissive positions but not him. Not with you. He gives you everything and you writhe under his intimate kiss,  your body is completely his. It’s his turn to undo you and prove his worth. His turn to make up for his missteps, his turn to take care of you this way. When he’s done you hold him close.

“I’m sorry” he says with your essence all over him. “My people don’t need to know my weakness, you could become a target” he says and you look up to see sincerity.

“I’m not your weakness, I’m your strength and coming after me would be the stupidest fucking thing anyone could ever do.” you smile. “I’m a civilian.” you remind him. “It’d make a lot of noise” 

He takes you to the shower so you can both get cleaned off. He’s left love marks all over you. He suds you up and rinses you off with special care.

“I love you too much to risk anything happening to you” he says stunning you. Your body goes stiff as a board and you search his eyes. This is a first.

“You love me?” you ask.

“I love you” He affirms wrapping you in a towel. It's a fact which makes it all the better. It isn’t this magical revelation. It’s something he’s sat with, it’s something he knows and has known. There’s no hiding your smile and in turn his.

“I love You too” you smile.

“I know mama, now let me get some sleep damn” he says with an arm around you as he gets his towel. You fall asleep wearing a smile because…

You’re  in love.

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"FLAGS? CRIMSON 🚩" - RIO X READER

➨ rio's library - good girl nbc

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Authors Note: Monday Morning 🍵 , this one is based around the asks, the girls wanted filthy rio, I tried 😘

Summary: You have your concerns and reservations. Rio doesn't give a damn ... usually but then you stand on business, staying away for two weeks. Rio doesn't like that and lets his presence be known.

Pairing: Rio (Good Girls) X Black Reader

Warnings: Spicy🌶️🌶️🌶️, theres possessiveness, stalking?, hair grabbing, mild-spanking & dub-con elements.

Word-Count: 2.5K

You and Rio have been in a standoff for the past three weeks. It started with him snatching your phone out of your hand as you attempted to take a picture of the two of you. He’d wined and dined you after a busy work week. He had his place turned into a restaurant to hold the intimate date. How often does a girl get Michelin grade food with a side of five star dick? Rio was something new, he chased you mercilessly but there was never that ‘let me show you off’ phase that you’re typically used to. There were no meetings or greetings from friends or family.  You were excited for a relationship that was private but you didn’t sign up to be a secret. You already made it clear to him that you wanted to know if he was sleeping with other people. You’d asked him countless times if he was seeing someone else, secretly married, everything. Each time Rio’s been dismissive, more present and somehow better in bed to prove his point. It was only you. Still your suspicions beat out every single affirmation of his. As good as it’s been physically, the flags are crimson.

Swallowing hard you make your way to the country club for tonight’s benefit. Your phone rings again. Rio’s name flashes and you respond with another customer service-esque response, that delays your meeting citing being busy and exhausted as the reason. At first Rio was giving you time to cool off but now he’s relentless. If you were the only one perhaps his hand just isn't cutting it anymore. Rubbing shoulders isn’t typically your favourite thing to do but socialising is better than sitting at home and forcing yourself not to think of him. you see a few childhood friends among the opportunists and the schmoozes that frequent this kind of social climber opportunity. You dance and drink and enjoy the night out with your peers who are going off the rails. They encourage you to mingle with the eligible men but you know better. Thankfully your father’s wealth has purchased your freedom. There’s no need to pretend to be interested in them or the woman ‘worth’ settling for, to gain the opportunity for a more ‘financially free’ life.

It’s after two in the morning when you’re finally headed home. You tip your cabby and head in the lobby. It's been three weeks since you’ve been taken care of properly and you feel it every time you have to sit in the house alone. You make a mental note to buy a vibrator to take the edge off until you can find Rio’s replacement. The ding of the elevator gets your attention and you head to your apartment unlocking the door. The cold floor feels perfect against your sore feet. You let out a sigh of relief picking up your heels as you lock up behind you. You’re nearly down the hall to your bedroom when you freeze in place. Rio’s seated dressed in all black on your sofa. He stands furious and you take a step back so startled your heart is racing. Maybe it’s the liquor. You squeeze your eyes shut but when you open them he’s more clear.

“How was the party?” He asks.

“What are you doing here?” You ask. 

“My girl has been sick for three weeks dodging me, you’ve been moody and shit so I’m wondering if you're down bad. I come here to be supportive and you don’t answer the door. I worry and get the spare key from management. I come in and you’re nowhere to be found. Now I just know you’ll be back soon but then I’m sitting here waiting and what do I see?” Rio asks before pulling up your social media, all the reposted stories from the girls night are there. You feel caught. His energy is menacing.

“And you didn’t leave and think maybe I don’t want to see you anymore?” You snap and Rio moves quickly grabbing a handful of your hair at the back of your head to pull you in. Your heart races and you feel your body begin to betray your brain, relishing the contact.

“You’re still lying to me?” He challenges. You look up at him in defiance and he smiles loosening his grip on your hair. “I should really leave you high and dry,” he threatens.

“Then let go of me” you respond, challenging him and his grip on your hair releases but he doesn’t step back. You can feel his breath on your face as you look up at him. You stare back at his angry eyes. He’s the only man who’s never cowered at your defiance.

“You think you can quit me just like that?” He asks settling into his usual disposition. Calm, challenging, maddening.

“It'll be pretty easy actually, no pictures, no mutuals, Rio who?” You taunt raising a brow before fearlessly turning your back to him. It strikes a nerve. Sighing to maintain his cool he wonders why he likes strong willed women while admiring  your frame in your selected outfit for the occasion. If it were anyone else he’d be out the door, he wouldn’t put up with it but you have him by the balls and have no idea. He hears the shower running and makes himself comfortable in your bedroom.

“You’re still here?” You respond sarkily fresh out of the shower and better equipped to handle the uninvited guest currently occupying the lounge in your bedroom. Rio’s eyes make note of your tone and that you have nothing under your robe, using it as a more secure towel.

“Mama, I know you’ve got liquor in you but tread lightly. Ya hear?” He warns still in his seat. All you want to do is be his baby. To take care of him, for him to take care of you. To have multiple orgasms to  pass out in his arms throughly fucked and a little sore. To be his road dog on his runs listening to music and eating snacks. To surprise him with blowjobs when he’s stressed from his work and watch as he loses control.

“I’m not drunk” you respond with folded arms.

“C’mere” Rio sighs, relaxing in the lounge chair. Usually it would work but he’s too comfortable. Instead you ignore his request heading into the bathroom to finish up your nighttime routine. You’re looking in the mirror and finishing up your skincare routine with hand lotion when he appears behind you. His expression is serious and you hear metal clanking. Looking down you see he’s unfastened his belt. Your eyes hold his and you watch as his hands slide up your thighs lifting your robe. His lips don’t offer praise or affection; a rarity. Anticipation builds as his hold tightens around your hips. Bringing them back against his growing manhood. He doesn’t need to promise a lesson. His eyes tell you it’s going to be sweet punishment. His hand swipes against your folds to find you’re already ready. He applies pressure before sliding a finger into you. Watching your expression change in the mirror.

“You’re lucky no one else has been in what’s mine” he comments possessively.

“You’re lucky” you contest moaning as he finds his rhythm with his fingers.

“Keep talking shit” he warns but it feels too good to talk back. “What’s that?” He asks finding your spot. Edging you closer and closer to your release.

“Mmmmm” you moan as he changes pace.

“That’s what I thought” he says onto your ear before giving your neck a kiss. You can feel him fully hard pressing into you from behind as he makes you come with his hand. You’re throbbing for more as you pant trying to recover. You want to kiss him but his eyes tell you all is not forgiven yet. He leaves a stinging slap on your ass. Punishment. Your brain chemistry alters making you wetter. It’s sick and twisted what Rio’s capable of bringing out of you. The quickness of the orgasm affirms you haven't stepped out on him, it pisses him off that you've been deliberately depriving him of sex. “When I call, answer the phone, don't send me any more automatic texts, or stupid distant responses.” He says laying down the law. “Dont ignore me” he adds.

“If you want me to behave differently treat me better” you manage standing upright and looking at him in the mirror again. He should walk out now. He should be done with you but he isn’t. You watch his jaw clench. He sees what needs to be done in spite of it being early morning, your defiance energises him. When he smiles your heart catches and it’s the moment he slides in full hilt. Gasping, your eyes close as he fills you completely, fitting snug. The feel of your walls around him nearly makes him lose control but he has a point to prove. When you wake up he wants you to see and feel him all over you. Pulling back before going back in repeatedly you feel your breaths grow shallow. The feeling is second to none.  It’s why Rio’s so different. Your chemistry is always enough foreplay. He leaves you satiated every time. He’s no slouch and your moans affirm the truth. Instead of putting on a show most of the time you’re fighting to hold them back. But Rio knows how much you enjoy when he’s inside you. The slickness of your walls, the responsiveness of your body, how soft and malleable you become. Gripping the counter you brace for his impact as he fucks you into it. His hand protectively palms your stomach to keep you from falling forward into the faucet. His pace and strength is punishing in the best way possible. You come hard again.You want a break but when he pulls out he lowers. Gripping your thighs bringing you closer to claim you with his mouth. He hoists you onto the counter to better his leverage before sucking and driving you crazy.

“Leave me for who” he asks, somehow still dominating you while in a submissive position. He continues like his appetite for you is insatiable and it must be because in  moments you find yourself beyond the point of comprehension. You moan yeses and other sounds of praise. He’s so good you can barely enjoy the sight of him pleasing you. Your head is back for most of it. You come even harder the third time absolutely spent. Rio gets up slower this time he knows you’re worn thin. He knows he has you in the palm of his hands. You look at his manhood standing at attention. His pants aren’t fully off, neither are his boxers. That’s how much he needed you. Your robe is still on too, you albeit not properly. There wasn’t even time to undress. Looking at him you go to return the favour but Rio stops you.

“No, I want to be in my pussy” he tells you, turning you around again.

“Let’s go to bed” you offer.

“Shut up be a boss and take it standing up” he continues goading you. Your legs are tired from standing all night and worn in from your orgasms.

“Rio please?” You whine and he chuckles.

“Now you want to be nice?” he asks.

“Baby please” you add.

“Now I’m baby?” he smiles pecking your cheek, having omitted his usual intimacy.

“Mhm” you nod.

“Words” he challenges.

“Rio!” You snap and he silences you again with re-entry. His hand over your mouth stifles a curse before he lets you taste your arousal on his fingers. His strokes are lighter than before and his rhythm is lethal. He’s a man that listens, he hits just where you need, and you feel the last bit of resistance and tension leave your body like a spool of thread being spun out. Your body is pliable and responsive. You lose your restraint, your moans affirming his talent and everything you feel. Rio’s moans follow, so do curses. Your body buzzes with satisfaction as you feel his pace hitch and the tension of a coming release. You prepare for the loss of contact but it doesn’t come. He thrusts deeper coming inside of you. You’re surprised for a millisecond before the feeling makes you relax. Your body settles completely. You feel goosebumps pepper your flesh as he hums emptying all of his pent up lust into you. You dare to look up into the mirror. His eyes are watching you. The anger is out of his face, his expression is blank and distant. You don’t recognize it as you feel his arousal dripping down your leg. His palm is against your stomach again. You hold it tighter and he comes to. You realise he’s sated and the unfamiliar look is a mix of exhaustion and euphoria. You want to kiss him so bad, he steps back pulling out and robbing you of the contact. His manhood bounces as it falls. You feel sore instantly. It takes him some time to catch his breath. Catching yours, you don’t know how to feel. If he’s still upset or if you’re back on solid ground. Rio answers the question when he turns on the water in your shower and holds out a hand inviting you in. You both get naked and he kisses you hard under the water before washing you up with care. He’s unpredictable and you are relieved he hasn't walked out to make you eat your words. After washing you up he gets dressed, choosing from the clothes he’s left for times like these, and to mark his territory.

“It’s quiet” he comments as you get into your night dress. A smirk plays on his lips. You roll your eyes climbing into the bed incapable of further defiance and too exhausted for a witty retort. Rio follows suit, pulling you in and spooning you. You know sleep won’t be far.

“Nite” he whispers.

“Nite” you respond.

When you awake you’re happy until you see Rio getting dressed. Rolling over you check the time to see it's 8am. Not enough time has passed for a full rest. You don’t have the energy to argue with him. Putting on a T-shirt Rio snickers pleased with the fruit of his labour. Now dressed in a sweatsuit he walks over to your side of the bed leaning in for a kiss. You oblige and he steals a few extra pecks before standing to look at you.

“Get some rest, I have a meeting. I’ll be back with some breakfast around 11:30, then I want you on the road with me” Rio says casually.

“Rio-“ you start, he knows you’re about to protest by your tone.

“I don’t want to hear about that shit anymore. You want to be public, now everyone will know I’m fucking you when you start to show in a few months. You won’t be able to get rid of me for years.” He says shocking you. You sit up scared straight and he smiles.

“Later … mama” he says walking out with a wink.

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Authors Note: Rio’s hell right? But we love our bad boy 😉 This one’s for the anons who wanted it nasty. I did my best to keep it Rio. Let me know if I got the vibe you were looking for. Like, comment, reblog.

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“Weight of the World”

Characters: Husband!Rio x Black!Reader.

Summary: A restless night brings old fears to the surface, but Rio won’t let you face them alone.

Warnings: Mentions of past emotional trauma, self-doubt, and nightmares; themes of vulnerability and reassurance; soft but firm Rio.

A/N: My babies I finally got a sprinkle of inspo. and wrote a little somethin’. I've been super stressed lately and channeled that into this lil fic. Hopefully I still got it like that and y’all enjoy it🫶🏾. Also had a little Atwater inspiration so be on the lookout for that as well.

Word Count: 900+.

“One minute, I’m sleeping good, rolling over to reposition, and grab a handful ass. Only to wind up gripping some damn sheets. What you doin’, mama?”

Your eyes remain focused on a steaming hot mug of tea as you release a sigh.

“Mama,” Rio rasps, swaggering toward you. His knuckles feather your jaw, before slipping under your chin. He angles your head toward him, forcing your eyes to lock. “You had another nightmare, didn't you?”

You tug away, focusing your vision elsewhere.

“Hey, mm-mm. Look at me.”

Out of habit, you submit and exhale, “It’s fine, Rio. I just want to stay up long enough that it won't resume once my eyes shut. Go back to sleep, papa.”

“When did I become a fuck boy?”

You look at him incredulously. Your eyes narrow to slits as you rear back offensively. “What are you on about? Who said you were a fuck boy?”

“You expect me to just leave you down here to get at your demons alone? If so, then that's what you must take me for.”

“Christopher, that's not at all what I'm trying to say. You got shit to do in the morning-.”

“And you don't? Being a mom ain't a full-time job, sweetheart?”

“For the love of all things holy! Why are we going back and forth over a damn nightmare?”

“Cause I done told your ass to stop suffering through shit alone. Look, I'm not trying to argue. Could you just stop trying to take on everything by yourself? You exhaust all avenues before asking for help. I'm not with that shit, darlin’. You stay on my ass about opening up. Give me the same courtesy.”

If it's one thing your husband knows how to do. It's checking and setting you straight.

Abandoning your coffee mug, you cross your arms, staring down at your lap. The silence stretches for a few moments. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I just don't want to be a burden.”

Rio sucks in a breath, giving his head a firm shake. He takes a seat next to you on the couch. “How we feeling right now? Do you want space? Of course when I say space— I'm referring to the other end of the couch,” he says with a straight face. “Can I touch you?”

You sniffle, wiping at the tear that skates down your cheek. “Of course, you can touch me. Thank you for asking though. Consent is sexy,” you joke trying to lighten the mood.

Rio responds with a lopsided grin, “There’s my girl. Come here, baby,” he rasps, pulling you into his lap. Your head tucks into his neck out of habit as he rocks you.

“I don't know how many times I’m going to have to tell you this, love. I'll say it until I'm blue in the face. You have never been, nor will you ever be a burden. I'm not upset that you keep thinking this way. Your brain is just being mean to you. That's how you were raised, and what you've been told from the ones who were supposed to love and protect you most.”

Rio’s lips ghost over your forehead, stopping to pepper kisses across your hairline.

“Not only did they break you down, but they had you believing you weren't worthy of love. Which led you to search for it in people who knew and took advantage of that. They broke what little trust you had left in the world.

Rio’s fingers slide up and down your spine in slow, soothing strokes, his warmth seeping into you. “But that shit stops here, mama. You hear me?” His voice drops lower, a raw edge scraping against the tenderness of his words. “You ain’t gotta search no more. You ain’t gotta prove shit to me. You already got me.”

Your breath hitches, and you burrow deeper into his lap and chest. “I know,” you murmur, voice small.

“Nah, I don’t think you do,” he counters softly, his fingers tilting your chin up again so you can’t look away. “If you did, you wouldn’t be sittin’ here feelin’ like you gotta carry the weight alone.”

You blink up at him, feeling exposed in a way that makes your throat tighten. But Rio doesn’t push. He just waits, patient in a way only he can be with you. And when the words finally slip past your lips, they’re barely above a whisper. “It’s just… sometimes I feel like if I don’t handle it myself, then I don’t deserve help. Like I gotta earn it.”

Rio exhales sharply, his grip tightening around you like he’s trying to physically hold together the pieces of you that someone else shattered. “That’s bullshit,” he says plainly, his forehead pressing against yours. “Love ain’t about earning, baby. It’s about givin’ and takin’—without keepin’ score.”

A fresh wave of emotion crashes into you, but before it can pull you under, Rio’s hands are there, grounding you. He tugs you in closer, his lips finding your temple. “Let me love you the way you deserve, yeah?” he murmurs against your skin.

You nod, eyes squeezing shut. “Okay,” you whisper.

He pulls back just enough to search your face, thumb swiping away the dampness on your cheek. “Okay,” he echoes, pressing one last kiss to your forehead. “Now, you wanna sit here for a bit? Or you comin’ back to bed with me?”

You sniffle, nuzzling into his chest. “Bed,” you admit.

“That’s what I thought,” he says smugly, standing up with you still wrapped around him. “See? Gettin’ better already.”

You huff a small laugh against his throat. “You always gotta have the last word, huh?”

“Always,” he confirms, carrying you back upstairs like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

I know this was random as hell, but I just wanted to write some fluffy Rio cuddles😩😍. Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated.

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⋆˙⟡ contents: rio x ( black!fem! ) reader. mean!rio. angst (rio’s going through it y’all). pinv. car sex. rough sex that turns sweet. silence kink. praise kink. size kink. döggy. missiōnary, etc. semi-proofread so excuse the mistakes. mdni!

it all started with a late night text…

u alone?

who knew just two simple words could have you in such a predicament. parked in the empty lot by the beach, was rio’s infamous matted out g-wagon. in the distance, waves gently pulled and pushed with the tide. outside was peaceful, tranquil even. inside was a completely different story.

your chubby cheeks pressed against the smooth buttery interior of the back seats. tangled in the mass of your curls, rio kept a tight grip on the root your tresses as he pushed your head further, and further into the seat. it was pure filth, with a deep arch in your back, panties pulled to the side, your ass was pointed high up to the heavens as rio fucked you from behind. your syrupy arousal dripped down the plushness of your thighs, as rio continued to plunge in and out of your weeping core. his mushroomy tip mashed itself against the soft spot waaay inside your pussy. the rough, calloused pads of rio’s other hand gripped the softness of your waist as he continued to fuck you. every, disgustingly mean snap of his hips, jolted you forward into the seat.

the fast and rough strokes sent your head spinning. rio was absolutely relentless with his dick, completely bullying your poor pussy, splitting you open, deeply. with another rough snap, you felt yourself clench around rio’s dick. a desperate moan escaped your lips and your nails scraped against the seats…

a vicious yank of your curls, shocked you. the icy touch of rio’s chain, and soft fabric of his tank top danced along your semi-exposed back as he leaned towards your right ear.

“shut the fuck up,” he growled, never slowing down his pace, but rather speeding it up, matching the frustration that shrouded his voice.

“b-but baby—” your whining was cut short by a hand covering your mouth.

rio drove into you deeper, with so much vigor and…anger?

sure it felt good, your sopping pussy was evident of that but it just didn’t feel right. this rio, the one currently fucking you crazily was an entirely different breed. it was something different about him, it was like he was trying to fuck something out of his system. every push and pull of his dick in you, every rough stroke, left a twinge of pain behind…

despite the tightened cover over your mouth, another moan slipped past your lips. rio yanked at your curls.

“fuck i just say?” he barked. the hand that gripped your hair, let go. instead, forceful slap on your ass cheek, has tears welling up in your duxes. it stung reaaal bad, it was sure to bruise. “s-shit i’m close,”

his dick swelled up inside you, as his mushroomy head drove straight for that spongy spot. wetness dripped down your thighs, surely splashing over his own, as rio’s hips clapped against the softness of your ass…your pussy clamped down on his dick as your orgasm flooded him. mewling, your tongue licked at rio’s palm covering your mouth. he brought his other hand towards your face, laying it over. he lifted your head, bringing it up and slightly away from the seat. there was a circular damp spot, a mixture of sheeny sweat and drool from your mouth. another, and slightly embarrassing reminder of the absolute fucking rio was giving he you…

pap-pap-pap-pap! wet slaps of skin echoed in the car. he was close, you could feel how hard and swollen rio’s dick felt inside of you. delicious veins sliding up and against your pulsating, gummy walls as he jackhammered inside of your pussy, just fucking you completely open.

another pap! and his hips stuttered, followed by a deep, groan as rio slipped out of you. you felt his cum, hot, sticky ropes land on your ass cheeks. you hummed at the sensation, arching your back deeper as rio’s thick ropes slid down your ass and to your leg…

rio hovered behind hands still covering your mouth as he panted, his warm breath fanned over your scorching hot skin.

“shit,” he sighed. rio dropped his hands away from your mouth.

your head bobbed forward, chest heaving as you took big pulls of breath. aftershocks came in waves. you ran your hands across your chest, nipples pebbled against the fabric of the bra your wore, clung to your skin…

for a moment the car was quiet. nothing but the uneven breaths from the two of you, you could even hear the distant waves of the ocean, it lulled you as you gained composure.

“flip over,” your limbs felt like jello as you slowly rose from the arched position. apparently you weren’t moving fast enough for rio. with both arms he maneuvered you, your back hit the seat as he nudged your legs apart, towering over your petite frame.

despite his current mean streak, rio at this moment was a sight to see. his grey sweatpants sat low on hips, while his still semi-hard dick bobbed above the waist band. his was pretty, a good 8 incher, all veiny, with a slight curve. it was girthy too, filling and stretching you in the best of ways…his brown skin, slick with sweat, seemed to glow underneath the light of moon the pour through the window…you couldn’t help but ogle at the sight. the gold jesus piece, twinkled and sparkled only highlighting the eagle tattoo itched on his neck. your belly fluttered, you wanted to trace the intricate lines with your tongue while he split you open…

the sound of spit interrupted your reverie. you glanced down and saw the glossy shine of rio’s tip. a squelchy sound echoed as he swiped his thumb across the maddened tip. your pussy throbbed.

“take them panties off,” rio spoke, annoyance reared its ugly head for the second time.

you complied, raising up to shimmy the underwear down your legs. you tried to search his expression for some answers, but he avoided your eyes, his gaze roaming everywhere but you. with his free hand he spread your legs open wide, inching closer towards he tapped his dick against your clit. already puffy and swollen, you hissed at the contact. he repeated the action a few times, smearing the glossy and webby mixture on and around your clit. you bit back a desperate moan as you reached for rio’s arm, guiding his dick. your fingers lightly caressed his arm. with a thumb, you gently rubbed circles against the inked skin.

immediately, rio broke the intimacy. he swatted your hand away, straightening his back he aligned his dick towards your weeping entrance…

your jaw drops as rio slams inside of you. he bottoms completely, you see the evidence from the bulge in your belly. fuck he was so deep. your pussy fluttered and convulsed around his dick. he swirled his hips, pulling all the away out, his dick covered a milky gloss, before plunging back in, waaay deeper than before. you whined as rio picked up the pace, jackhammering into, again.

pain and pleasure swirled inside of you as tried to keep up, but it was truly no use. he was going too damn hard and doing too damn much…

rio shifted the angle his body, leaning down closer to you but kept his face away from your face. his gorgeous face was all scrunched up with frustration, his bottom lip poked out just begging to be kissed by you. close but not close enough…

something in your chest twisted. you wanted to be closer to him, to really connect with him, to see those brown eyes stare deep into yours as he truly fucked you, with some passion, emotion maybe…

slowly, you brought your hands towards rio’s face. on top of the maddening pleasure that throbbed between your legs, nerves crackled inside of you. with one hand you softly caressed the swell of his cheek, while with the other, fingers lightly rubbed at the nape of his neck. rio attempted to shrug away from your touch but you didn’t relent. your hands were steady as rio fucked into you wildly. gently, you guided him, pulling him down towards you till your faces were inches apart…

your heart panged. meeting his gaze you saw it, the pain, anger, frustration, the fear that swirled around his eyes…fuck seeing him like so vulnerable and open almost made you cry. you held held him tighter, bringing him closer with your legs around him. you kept the eye contact as you moaned out…

“slow,” rio still caught up in his furious strokes continued on, but you didn’t stop, you repeated yourself, “slow,”

rio hips stuttered, stroking unrhythmically out of you. his eyes began to soften as the word fell softly from your tongue, over and over again. a single word breaking his trance.

“slow,” he stopped.

“slow,” his breathing slowed, evening out.

“slow,” he adjusted himself, pulling allll the way out.

“slow,” he took his time, slowly stroking back into you.

you moaned, all whiny and pitchy. rio’s eyes roamed your expression.

“yeah?” he rasped, voice a bit quieter but all the more powerful as he searched for confirmation. confirmation that he was doing his job.

“y-yeah baby! fuck jus’ like that,” you babbled out.

your pussy squeezed when rio repeated the action, slowly stroking in and out of you. his delicious tip gently brushed past the soft, spongy spot. this was heaven, what made it even sweeter was when he leaned down, capturing your lips into a kiss. your mouths moved in sync, tongues rolling and exploring in tandem as rio kept a steady pace.

the familiar tightening flooded your belly. you were close, you could practically taste your orgasm. you broke the kiss to moan out.

“you close?” rio rasped. you shook your head, when the words died on your tongue.

with his thumb, he swiped the saliva that coated both of your lips. he collected the spit, bringing his thumb towards your puffy clit, swirling tasty circles. pure pleasure, white hot, surged inside you as you climb, up, up, up, until…

the tsunami came. you felt your essence, syrupy and sweet, flood out of you and onto him. the sticky sap continued to drip down, wetting up everything in its path. your thighs, the seat, you even saw a growing damp spot forming around the crotch of rio’s sweatpants. rio kept going, fucking you through it all. as you squirmed underneath him, he left soft kisses all over your face.

“fuck! riooooo,” you whined. “y’re so good to me, shit, k-keep fucking me,”

rio moved his arms, lifting you up, he cradled you like you were the most precious thing…then, something clouded his features, splinters of shame littered his expression…

“no, no, no, baby stay with me, ‘s okay,” you cooed.

you found enough strength to lift your hips and meet him halfway. the sensuous whine of your whips caused a deep groan to escape rio’s lips.

“goddamn,” he moaned out. “shit, keep talkin’ like that while you take my dick,”

“you make feel so good, rio. please, let me hav—fuck, i want you to cum in me,”

“yeah? wan’ me to bust all in you? fuck my kids in you?”

“yessss, baby. i wanna feel you. please, i wanna feel all of you,”

those magic words spurred his unraveling. his hips jerked once, twice, the boom. he came. his dick pumped inside of you as you felt the creamy, velvety ropes of cum sprayed inside of you. you hummed, eyes drifting down to where you both connected seeing rio’s dick continue to move. a creamy white ring formed at the base…

“fuuuuck, mama…got me cummin’, shit.” rio breathed out.

his hands roamed over your neck, shoulders, chest and down you stomach. he lowered, bringing his face to your neck, nuzzling the soft skin…

the two of you laid there, tangled in each others arms, breathing in tandem…suddenly, you something wet your neck. it wasn’t rio’s tongue, you knew what that felt like, it was something else…then, it clicked. they were tears…

you pulled him tighter, hugging him close as humanly possible, silently letting him know, you got him. your fingers rubbed comforting circles on his back…as the push and pull of the tide flowed in the distance…

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the car ride back was less awkward, unlike before it was filled with stuffy silence, now was replaced by music that softly played through the car speakers. as rio drove, he kept hand on your thigh, sweeping his thumb across the now, bruising spot that was peaked from the hem of your dress…

some more time went by before you all pulled in to a spot in front of your house. the low rumblings of the engine ceased as rio turned the key. he turned facing you, those beautiful brown eyes roamed your face and body before zeroing on your bruised thigh. shame flickered in his eyes.

“hey, i know you didn’t mean to hurt me,” you murmured, breaking the quietness. “you were frustrated and got caught up in the moment, that’s-all,”

rio shook his head. “nah, i fucked up. i’m dealin’ with some shit right now and i took it out on you,”

his grip on the steering wheel tightened while his right leg bounced up and down. you reached for his face, cupping his cheek.

“i’m a big girl, rio. i’m good,” you assured him “besides, it’s all the more reason to make it up to me, next time,”

rio’s lips quirked at your words. then, he shifted his face and kissed the inside of your palm…

“good night, rio,” you shifted away, looping your purse over your shoulders. he nodded before you exited the car.

as you walked away from the car, your mind wondered, recalling the moments that was shared between you…one thought prevailed.

what the hell just happened?

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[ a/n’s: i’m back! happy new year, happy new one-shot lol! i tried to do something different with rio this time so it’s a bit head-cannony. but this has me wondering if i should turn this into a series, thoughts?? anyways comments are always appreciated and enjoy! ]

[blackleatherjacketz]

Keep Your Word

Rio (Good Girls) x Female Reader

Your dad owes Rio money, and you bargain for your life when he comes to collect from you.

Warnings: Mature Content, Threats of Violence, Gun Kink, Bargaining, Sexual Tension, Dacryphilia, Hair-Pulling, Oral Stimulation

Word Count: 1.2k+

There was a man in your kitchen when you got home from work. A dark and dangerous man sitting on the tabletop, oozing with a quiet confidence as two bigger men stood silently beside him, their guns at the ready. Without saying a word he slowly pulled his own weapon out of his waistband and set it gently on the surface beside him. A promise. A threat. An introduction. The sound of heavy metal clunking against wood was enough to let you know that it was loaded, to let you know that he was serious about whatever offense you’d apparently committed against him.

Shit. Were you going to die tonight after clocking out of the shift from hell? Before you even got to shower? Unbelievable.

“There she is,” he grinned at you as if he owned the place, as if the two of you had known each other for years and were just now finally reuniting. “You’re a hard one to find, you know that, mama?”

“Who the hell are you?” Your brows knitted together as a fresh gust of fear squeezed your chest, your mind racing through everyone you’ve ever met before as you desperately tried to place him. You were too tired, too frightened to remember if he was a patient, an acquaintance or someone you’d met casually at a bar. Maybe he was someone’s ex? Or an associate of your dad’s? He did have a bad habit of hiring hardened criminals to do his grunt work.

The man laughed, grabbing his gun and hopping off the table to take a step toward you while his men stayed put. “What, you don’t remember me?” He clasped his chest in feigned offense while his other hand dangled the gun loosely by his side, as if it didn’t weigh anything at all.

“Should I?” You took a step back, attempting to keep the distance between you, knowing full well that it didn’t matter how far away you were from him.

“And he said you were smart,” he chuckled darkly, glancing back at his men before looking at you again with a smirk that could melt even the dryest of ice. Another step forward as he carefully advanced. Then another. Slow. Even. Calculated. “We’re old friends, me and your pops.”

“Oh,” you sighed, the weight of your father’s foolishness only adding to the tightness in your chest as your heart raced inside it. Your dad had always been bad with money and promises, always looking for the cheapest and quickest way out of things, no matter how dire the consequences. And whatever it was that he did this time, it seemed to have finally bit him in the ass.

Goddamnit.

“Yeah, ‘oh’.” He lifted the gun and scratched his head with it, smirking at your horrified expression as he kept walking toward you, inch by threatening inch. “Now you get it, huh, ma? Daddy was more than half short when he paid us his last installment, and this isn’t the first time this has happened. So I had to come all the way out here just to prove to him how serious I am about getting my money.”

Oh gods, was he going to shoot you? Ransack your home? Steal all your stuff to make up for the amount your dad couldn’t scrounge up to pay his stupid fucking debts? Or was he just here to kill you, point blank?

“Look, I don’t know how much he owes you, but I don’t have much in my savings…” you began to bargain, the first of the five stages of grief. “I can sell all my stuff, I can work extra shifts, I can take up that travel nursing job and give you my stipend, I can…”

“Extra shifts?” He laughed, his full lips parting across painfully perfect teeth as he brought his gun up to your neck, grazing its metal barrel against your skin. He chuckled as he watched you squirm in an attempt to stay still, casually tracing the outline of your pulse that thrummed faster with each passing second, growing louder in your ears. Like this was just another Tuesday for him. “You really think that’s gonna be enough?”

You swallowed hard, afraid something as simple as that was going to set the gun off as he stepped forward and pressed it to the underside of your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“You feel that, don’t you, ma? Cold metal against that pretty little face of yours?” He licked his lips as he looked down at you, a small smirk tugging at their corners.

“Yeah, I feel it.” You nod just enough to get the point across, eyes widening in terror as your lips begin to tremble.

“It’d be a real shame if it went to waste all over these cabinets.” He grabbed onto the back of your neck, pulling you closer and pressing the gun even harder against your chin.

Fuck, he WAS here to kill you.

“Wait, wait, wait! You don’t have to kill me! I can be useful!” You lifted your hands up in surrender as he gripped you even tighter, pulling your hair in the process before backing you up against the counter.

Only he didn’t pull the trigger. Instead he leaned in close as if to consider your offer, not quite relenting on his grip as your heart continued to beat a frantic rhythm of survival, pumping adrenaline and cortisol to each and every vein and capillary in your extremities. He almost looked intrigued as he paused to study your face, his dark eyes carefully roaming over your features before landing on your lips with a smile.

“Useful, huh?”

“I can work for you on my days off! Stitch up your guys, treat their wounds, whatever you need!” You practically spit out, desperate to be heard.

“Days off?” He laughed again, pulling the gun back just enough to trace it along the outline of your jaw, up your cheek then across your face until it tugged on your bottom lip. “That’s real cute, ma. But if you work for me, you work full time. No more hospital shifts.”

Wait, was he serious? Did your offer just work? Was he really going to spare you?

“No more hospital shifts? Yeah? Okay, that’s fine! Whatever you want!” You pleaded, tears of relief and terror suddenly streaming down the sides of your face.

“Whatever I want, huh?” He licked his lips and brought his face just a hairbreadth away from yours, slowly sliding the barrel up over your bottom lip, past your teeth and into your mouth. His eyes seemed to black out completely as he angled the gun to better glide across your tongue, watching your lips curve around it. His laugh was low as he watched it disappear, absolutely delighted at how easily it slipped inside, pushing it all the way to the back of your throat until the trigger was flush against your lips. “You sure about that?”

You stared up at him, eyes wide with horror and a mix of… something else as another tear fell down your cheek, your moans of protest muffled by the barrel as he wiped the salty trail of saline off your face with his thumb. “Yes.”

“Oh, don’t cry, mama,” he cooed, bringing his fingers up to his mouth to taste your tears as he slowly pulled the gun out of your mouth. “I’ll make sure you keep your word.”

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Daddy Duty

Flashback:

Husband!Dad!Rio x Black!Wife!Mommy!Reader

(when the two of you had only one little bambino to watch over).

Characters:

Husband!Daddy!Rio x Black!Wife!Mommy!Reader.

Summary:

After a long day, Rio comes home to toddler chaos and an exhausted partner.

Content Warnings:

•ADULTS ONLY—MDNI! You will be blocked!

•Smut

•Oral Sex

•Unprotected Sex

•Praise Kink

•Mild Dominance/Power Dynamics (consensual of course).

•Sexual Language

•Mentions of Postpartum Body Changes (stretch marks).

•Domestic/Parenting Themes.

Word Count:

1,600+.

Music Inspo 🎶:

All Included in My Playlist for my AYL Fic💜→

https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/are-you-listening/pl.u-jV89bepTaexlZq

“Are You Listening?” by Amber on Apple Music

Playlist · 300 Songs

The front door clicked softly behind him, and Rio exhaled. It was that long, heavy kind of sigh that came from a day full of nonsense. Beth and her crew had tried his patience, and though he’d handled it, all he could think about was coming home.

The sound of tiny feet pattering across the hardwood greeted him first, followed by your tired voice trying — and failing — to redirect your daughter’s endless energy. He rounded the corner and saw you there: hair a little messy, shoulders tense, eyes full of exhaustion and love. Your baby girl, Marianna, giggled, darting past you in her footy pajamas like she owned the place.

Rio couldn’t help but grin. “Hey, mama,” he rasped, shrugging off his coat.

You barely glanced up, frazzled. “Hey… sorry, she’s been on one tonight.”

He chuckled, crouching to scoop up a few stray toys. “Yeah? Let me see what I can do about that.”

With just a few minutes, he had Ms. Rachel playing softly on the TV and the toddler settled on the floor, mesmerized by colors and songs. Then his attention shifted to you — the woman holding this home together while he’d been out running the world.

He walked over, palms warm and steady as they slid around your waist. “Long day, mama?” he murmured against your temple.

You nodded, your breath catching a little when his lips brushed your forehead.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “I’m here now. I got you.”

You sank back into him, the scent of him grounding you. The tension in your shoulders eased as he guided you toward the sofa. His phones sat face down on the side table, already on DND. Tonight, it was just you two and your little whirlwind of a daughter.

Rio pulled you into his lap, wrapping you up like something precious. He kissed your cheeks, your nose, your jaw — soft, patient reminders that you were doing your best.

“You’re doin’ a great job, mama,” he whispered between kisses. “Don’t beat yourself up. Look at her. She’s happy, she’s healthy. Our mischievous princess just knows how to run circles around you, that’s all.”

You hum, the sound trailing off as your lashes fluttered. Before long, your breathing evened out. He glanced down, realizing you’d fallen asleep against him, lips parted slightly.

Your toddler turned from the TV, noticing the quiet. Her eyes met his, and she flashed that mischievous grin. Rio chuckled low. “Yeah, baby girl, mommy’s out cold. You wore her out.”

She giggled, toddling over, and with his help, climbed onto the couch beside you. Rio tucked her under his arm, her pacifier already in place. Within minutes, she was asleep too. His two favorite girls bundled close, and the house still.

He pressed a kiss to each of your heads. “My girls,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

A while later, he woke you gently. Together, you settled your little one into her bed, tucking her in, and shared that quiet, knowing smile only tired parents have.

He tried to steer you toward your awaited slumber, but you realized hubby hadn’t eaten. You resisted his insistence as your stubborn streak kicked in. You fussed, insisting on heating his dinner, but Rio just gave you that look. The one that left no room for argument.

Rio took over, fixing plates for both of you. The two of you unwind, eating together in the calm that followed chaos, half an episode of Matlock humming in the background. When your yawns started to win out, Rio shut off the TV, stood, and offered his hand.

“Come on, mama,” he rasped softly. “Let’s get you to bed.”

The two of you slipped into the shower, the warm water washing away the day. There was laughter, soft touches, kisses that lingered longer than they should. The kind that were urgent for more than just a passionate dance of tongues. Unable to resist you any longer, Rio pushed his exhaustion aside. His lips slid away from your own, trailing down the side of your throat. They lingered, brushing light kisses across your sternum. You exhaled on a sigh that sounded like music to his ears. Your fingers gently cradled the back of his head.

Rio dipped a bit lower, his eyes connecting with yours. The onyx pools sent a rack of shivers over your body as his tongue gently circled your nipple. His other hand busied itself with the other breast, pinching and tweaking at the sensitive bud. Your head lulled against the shower wall as whimpers fell from your lips.

“Rio…,” you whined.

He kissed, licked every inch of skin, as he dipped lower. Your chest heaved, eyes still locked on his. He chuckled at the groan that fell from your lips at the sight of him on his knees. His name was a faint whisper on your lips.

Rio’s tongue laved and sucked, savoring the taste of your soft stretch marks on your stomach. He lingered for a moment worshiping the marks left behind from growing his precious baby girl. His hand lifted one leg up onto his shoulder. He used the opposite shoulder to nudge your thighs further apart.

“Place your other thigh up here, ma. You know I got you.”

Both legs in place, you felt a slight shift as your back slid up the shower wall a bit. Eyes still holding your own in a trance, his hands slid up your thighs. Spread wide, Rio pressed you firm against the wall. He leaned in and inhaled your scent. If the groan that left his lips wasn’t enough to make you squirm. His tongue inching up your thigh surely was. You let out a stuttered gasp. Rio’s teeth sank into the soft supple flesh. He suckled the spot for a second before his lips smacked away from the flesh.

“I know what you want, mama, but you know I gotta hear you say it, love. Tell me, sweetheart. What do you need from me?”

“Rio, please,” you begged, not able to form a complete sentence.”

You were keyed up. All the things you wanted him to do to your body were a jumbled mess of dirty thoughts.

“Baby, please.”

Rio sent a slow torturous lick up your folds. Just as quick as it appeared, his tongue was gone. Your head bumped against the shower wall.

“What I tell you ‘bout closed mouths? You want this pussy ate, mama,” he rasped.

“Off the fuckin’ bone,” you half moaned, half whimpered. “Christopher, please!”

He smirked at your response, “Was that so hard?”

Before you could argue back, his mouth locked in on you, stealing the air from your lungs. He wasted no time bringing you to the edge time and again until he got his fill. When he came up for air, his mouth devoured yours.

As soon as your feet touched the shower floor, you attempted to return the favor. He stepped back, and shook his head.

“Naw, mama. It was about you tonight. Your fine-ass worked hard today, and deserved some stress relief.”

“And so do you,” you moaned, mouth practically salivating for a taste of him.

Your hand wrapped around him. One firm, tight stroke had his head falling back as a curse left his lips, “fuckkk.”

“Your stubborn ass,” he rasped. “I’m trying to cater to you. I know you’re exhausted.”

“Mm—not too tired to suck you dry, papa.”

With that, all Rio’s restraint went out the door. He picked you up, pinning you to the shower wall. In one swift moment, he had you spread, sinking every inch inside. He was so deep, you felt him everywhere.

“Fuckkk,” the two of you said in unison.

It didn’t take you long to reach that beautiful peak. The two of you came hard. It was the type crest that left your body shivering, twitching as words of thanks left your lips. Rio held you up as he peppered your face with kisses.

“You straight, mama, it’s okay,” he whispered, still kissing you gently. “I got you, love. You did so good for me, yeah?” He continued, soothing you with praise you loved to hear. “Love you, mama.”

Rio palmed your ass, continuing his kisses, waiting for your breathing to steady. He smirked at you as your eyes blinked heavily and a yawn escaped your lips.

“See! Now you can barely keep your eyes open with your sleepy ass, he teased.

“Worth it,” you replied sleepily.

“Clearly! The way you was damn near speaking in tongues proved that. You was feenin’ huh, mama,” he teased.

“You’re the best kind of addiction to have.”

Your head tucked into the side of his neck, kissing him softly, “I love you too, papa.”

With a loud smack to your ass, he cleaned your overtired body once more. You two finally crawled into bed, limbs tangled, while the world outside faded. The empire, the chaos, the noise. It had all gone silent and none of it called for your attention. It was just you, him, and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear. In his embrace, you snuggled deeper. The tension in your body long gone, your eyes fluttered shut, and you gave in to the exhaustion of the day. For the first time all day, everything felt still.

*blissful sigh*

It’s been awhile my lovelies! I truly hope you enjoyed it! If you did be sure to show some love🥰🫶🏾. I missed writing for my wittle lovelies. You would've gotten this sooner but ya girl has been feeling like crap. I'm on day four of a migraine 😩. It wasn't heavily edited but hopefully it was still enjoyable💓. Tagging a few of my precious babies!

Divided Cred.: @firefly-graphics 💖.

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[h3avenlyglory]

Navidad

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Summary- Spending Christmas morning with Rio and the girls.

A/n: I MISS CHRISTMAS!! I've been in a holly jolly Christmas mood and never got to release Christmas fics last year so I don't care y'all getting it now!!

CW-SFW, fluff, kissing, wholesome, some humor, I also do name insert({#1}, {#2}) for the twins so you can imagine whatever names you want, Spanish from Google Translate (unfortunately).

Navidad or Christmas—that one day of the year when families and loved ones come together to celebrate the gift of being together. It was a beautiful experience, especially with you and your husband, Rio.

Rio wasn't a big holiday guy before he saw his girls. When he laid eyes on them, he fell in love with everything he never thought he would have. You and the girls changed his outlook on many things, so much so that Christmas became something he looked forward to, just to see the smiles and lights in his family's eyes.

Everyone came to your house for Christmas. Why? Because you two always went above and beyond. From decorations to food, it was top-notch every year. Rio handled all the finances, and you took care of all the ‘pretty things,’ as he called them.

That year, you decided it was just going to be you two and the girls. No special guests—just your small family, cozy and private. You had spent every previous Christmas with family, but you felt it was time to stay in with your man and the girls.

The sun slowly rose over the snowy town, light streaming through blinds and curtains. The house was quiet with the hum of the AC and the fridge cycling. You were wrapped in Rio's arms, head buried in the pillow as he kept a strong hold around your waist.

The house was calm and peaceful, but it was Christmas morning—that definitely wasn't going to last long.

“MAMA, PA!” The twins' feet could be heard running toward your room, squealing with energy. They burst in, slamming the door against the wall and running on either side of the bed. One tugging you, the other tugging Rio.

“Wake up!” they yelled in sync, stomping excitedly and impatiently.

“Come on, mama, we gotta get up," Rio’s voice still rough from sleep, whispering in your ear.

“Five more minutes," you muttered under your breath.

“If we wait five more minutes, they'll be jumping on us," he grinned and pressed his lips to your ear, gently caressing your smooth brown skin.

“You're right," you giggled, sitting up and looking at the girls, who didn't seem willing to wait any longer.

“Okay, okay, we're coming. We'll meet you downstairs!” Rio shooed the girls, who wasted no time rushing down the stairs, shoving each other like football players.

“Slow down!” you yelled after them, climbing out of bed and slipping into your slippers. Rio did the same, and you both headed to the door, where he stopped you.

“Hey,” he said, turning your body toward him, “Feliz Navidad, mi vida.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his hands rubbing your arms affectionately.

“Merry Christmas, baby," you smiled, feeling content as his warmth spread through you.

“Te amo," he tilted his head down and pressed a warm kiss to your neck.

“Te amo," you replied, arms subconsciously wrapping around him.

“Mama, papa!! Hurry!” The twins’ squeal cut your moment short. You looked at each other and laughed before heading downstairs.

The girls were already sitting crossed-legged by the Christmas tree, jittery and unable to sit still.

“Now?” they asked.

“Not yet, just a second," you answered while making coffee.

“Now?” they asked again a few minutes later.

“Not yet, mi amor," Rio replied this time.

“Now?!” They couldn't contain themselves, full of thrill and suspense, just having to wait was nearly impossible.

A warm smile spread across your face. Their nagging was usually annoying, but seeing their excitement was irresistible. You remembered being a kid on Christmas morning, unable to control yourself while staring at your gifts, wondering what was inside each one, and if the biggest one was yours.

"Okay, now," you said. The girls sprinted under the tree and grabbed the first present they saw. You and Rio sat on the couch watching them rip the paper apart to get to the goodies inside.

“LEGOS!” {#1} shouted so loudly Santa could hear her.

"MAMA, I GOT THE NEW DOLL! OH MY GOD, I LOVE YOU!" {#2} exclaimed, dramatic and extra as always.

The sounds of ripping paper, squeals, and Christmas music filled the house with pure joy. A smile on your face that you couldn't wipe away, warmth and pride filling you as you watched your girls.

Christmas was that day of joy—one day that couldn't be spoiled, a day dedicated to pure happiness from dawn to end, and you were more than happy to give your girls that feeling.

“Mommy, I can't fit this hat! Can you?" {#2} said, holding her hat toward you. Before you could reply, Rio stepped in.

“I don't think so, baby. Mommy's head is too big," he mumbled, loud enough for you to hear.

“Rio,” you playfully gasped, pushing his arm, "Really?! That was mean of you!"

“I'm joking, just joking," he chuckled, earning an eye roll from you.

“But he's right, mommy can't fit it," you admitted reluctantly, and she skipped back to her presents.

As the girls kept tearing their presents and bragging about what they got, you prepared Christmas breakfast so that once they expended all their energy, they could refill on cinnamon rolls, fruit, eggs, and more—then spend the day playing.

You were rolling dough when two arms wrapped around you, and suddenly, warm breath brushed your neck.

You felt his smile against your skin as he pecked your neck and gently massaged your thighs.

“I have a surprise for you," he said, piquing your curiosity. You turned your head to look at him.

“I thought we agreed only the girls would get gifts this year," you said, confusion and curiosity mingling.

“Yeah, I know. It’s small. I couldn't resist getting you something," he said, pulling a small velvet box from his pocket.

He held it out, and you opened it.

A necklace—a heart-shaped locket, gold, delicate, with the girls' initials on the front and yours and Rio's on the back. Inside, there was a family photo on one side and an infinity symbol with all your initials on the other.

“I thought it was a nice idea—maybe a little cheesy, like a Hallmark movie, but—"

“It's beautiful," you interrupted, kissing his cheek.

Rio, the big, tough man most are intimidated by, blushed a little. You could see it.

“Thank you, I love you," you said, smiling even more widely.

“I love you too," he replied, helping you put the necklace on.

Navidad or Christmas—that one day of the year when families and loved ones gather to celebrate the gift of togetherness.

The one day when only love and joy filled every home.

You couldn't help loving it.

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“  no don’t move, it’s too cold outside the covers” with Rio, maybe some morning sex too?

title; outside the covers (Rio x fem!reader)

prompts; “no don’t move, it’s too cold outisde the covers” — from morning after starters 

warnings; established relationship, first time writing rio, so possible ooc!rio, minors do not interact!!!, p in v, riding, creampie, i think that’s it? (770 words)

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Rio moving in bed next to you made you stir awake, groaning tiredly into the pillows as he pulled back the covers to climb out of bed.

“no don’t move, it’s too cold outisde the covers”

he chuckled at your words, pulling the blankets back down to cover your bodies again while he sat against the headboard.

his touch was soft as he soothed a hand across your back, smirk on his face as he spoke.

“always got other ways of keeping you warm”

the innuendo in his tone was palpable, and you couldn’t help the pool of warmth that spread in your belly.

with a knowing smile, you sat up in bed, hooking a leg across Rio’s lap before sinking down against him.

he chuckled as his already hardening cock rested against the swell of your ass, causing you to push back against him.

“c’mon sweetheart, you wanna keep warm, no?”

you rolled your eyes at his words, but grabbed at his shoulders anyways, letting him position himself at your entrance.

Rio watched you through lust filled eyes as you slowly sank down onto his cock, moaning at the intrusion.

“fuck baby”

he groaned at your breathy moans, easily bottoming out and holding you flush against him for a minute.

your hands stayed firmly planted on his shoulders, taking a minute to adjust to him before you leaned in to kiss him.

with a careful steadiness, you began moving on his cock, the sounds of your wetness filling the room along with the flowing groans falling from Rio’s lips.

“that’s it baby, take what you need from me”

his hands stayed firm on your hips, helping to guide your movements and keeping you steady as you moved on his cock.

moan after moan fell from your lips with every drop down onto him, your ass creating a rhythmic slapping sound against his thighs.

“Rio fuck!”

he surged forwards to kiss you, smirking against your lips as your cunt fluttered around him, already starting to draw near to your climax.

Rio trailed his kisses across your jaw and down your throat, sucking periodically across your skin until his lips pressed to the skin between your boobs, making another moan fall from your lips.

you dropped fown onto his cock again, using your strength and all the enthusiasm you had to keep your rhythm going, even as Rio started to swirl his tongue around your nipples.

he lapped and sucked at them, hunger in his eyes as he lavished each breast with his attention.

“love these tits”

his tongue made another flick at one of your nipples, before moving to the other to lavish it with the same attention.

“Rio..”

you mewled, moaning again with every flick of his tongue. your walls fluttered around him at the pleasure thrumming through your body, teetering on the edge of your release.

Rio grunted, hands continuing to move you against him as you lost your rhythm.

“gonna cum for me?”

he asked against your chest, eyes focused on your face as you nodded slowly, continuing to try and chase your climax.

each drop onto his cock had you hurtling towards your climax, moaning out his name with every drag of his cock against your walls.

his lips curved into a smirk as he leaned in to kiss you again, rocking his hips up to meet your moves before you crested over the edge with a lewd moan.

“there we go baby”

Rio whispered into the kiss, squeezing your hips with both of his hands as your cunt spasmed greedily around him while your release coated his cock.

you knew Rio was on the edge, chasing his own climax with every thrust up into you, body still thrumming with the shocks of your own climax.

his hips rocked up into you again and again, before he was quickly following you over the edge with a loud groan.

“shit baby, take it like i know you can”

he grunted, spilling himself into your warmth while burying himself to the hilt, giving shallow thrusts as he spilled everything he had to give.

“good fucking girl”

Rio’s hands soothed across your sides before he pulled you down against his chest, the buzz of your joint climaxes still in the air as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

after a minute, he glanced down at you, chuckling at the sated look that made its way across your face.

“that heat you up, huh?”

you slapped at his shoulder while shaking your head, unable to hide the smile tugging at your lips.

“yeah it did, asshole”

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COP & CRIMINAL - RIO X READER

➨ rio's library - good girl nbc

「 ✦ full library & archive ✦ 」

Pairing: Rio X Reader

Word Count: ~ 2.5K

Summary: It's in the title 😘

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You drive into the elementary school parking lot and spot his G wagon right away. He smirks halfway out the window as you pull up alongside him, window to window without having to get out. His eyes look you over lazily, as he tries to hide the fact that you look good - you always do these days.  

“Hey sexy, heard they upgraded your whip. Must really be putting these criminals through it” he flirts. It’s just Rio being Rio.

“Christopher” you greet him with much less charm shutting your car off and removing your seatbelt. You adjust your mirrors to be aware of your surroundings and take your gun off your hip locking it in the glovebox.

“I don’t know why you want to work a job where you need that. You should be put up somewhere, out the way” he continues full of shit. He’s handsome, charismatic and your chemistry is unmatched. You send an exasperated eye roll off in his direction and he chuckles. His smile disarms you.

“I mean baby if work is that stressful we can park in a back street and get it in” he proposes, his one track mind fully tuned in.

“Glad you’re enjoying yourself Christopher” you smile pleasantly ignoring his advances. “If I quit, who's gonna keep you out of jail?” You ask him. “Your partners are courting informants. Their operation is pretty much compromised. You need to untangle yourself from them fast” you share and he nods looking pensive. You check your mirrors again and see kids running through soccer drills. When you turn back to Rio he’s already watching you.

“Can you do me a solid? Kick up a fuss somewhere else? Make a big stink?” He asks.

“You know I can't, I'm just passing along information. You helped me so I’m returning the favour” you remind him.

“How fast do I need to be untangled?”

“Expeditiously. Is that a problem?” You ask.

“It’s no problem, mama. You know I’m always ready.” He says sitting up straight.

You nod, “good, if I hear anything else I’ll let you know.”

“Preciate it” he nods. You get out your work phone and look through your urgent emails that have been sorted by your assistant.

“Where are you coming from all dolled up?” He pries.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You smile without looking over at him.

“Lunch at the new restaurant Elsie’s. You kept it light with a chicken Cesar so you probably really wasn’t feeling the guy” he says forcing you to turn. This time his head is against the back of his seat as he looks through his dash instead of at you. Pleased with his reconnaissance. “You don’t have to do all that Mama. He won’t know what to do with you. You know those squares like to throw fits when you dump them. Don’t make me have to kill him” he says, maintaining his aura of nonchalance. His eyes meet yours for a moment effectively communicating that he’s not playing. But your world isn't his. He has bigger fish to fry.

“I don’t need to be babysat, I can handle myself and I know what I need better than anyone else” you assert and he scoffs. You hear a shrill whistle and see the kids lining up in front of the coach and start the car. You watch the kids run off the line and hit the button to open your trunk. Your son comes barrelling down the hill tossing his soccer bag into the trunk.

“Hi mom!” He shouts.

“Hi baby” you smile as he runs over to his father’s trunk getting his school bag and another one.

“Bye dad, see you next week” he says walking between your two cars as Rio gets out to hug him tight. You catch a hint of his cologne. The woodsy, leather smell with hints of bourbon used to drive you wild.

“Bye, kid. Love you, listen to your mom alright. Do all your homework and don’t try to cheat her on bed time. Don’t make her call me.” Christopher says being stern. 

“Ok” your son tells his father as Christopher takes the bags, tossing them in the trunk for his boy before getting to the passenger door. Your son hops in right beside you.

“Mom, you look gorgeous.” he gushes.

“She had a date,” Rio says, blowing up your spot.

“We’ll talk when we get home say goodbye to your father” you tell your son as you shift gears into drive.

“Bye dad” he says sitting back,

“Bye Sonnie” Rio says and you turn to watch the perfect mix of the both of you fasten his seatbelt. Sonnie smiles at you through the rearview mirror as you pull out of the parking spot. You smile back as he connects his phone to the car.

“How was practise?” You ask him.

“Good, dad has a new house.” he says.

“Does he?” You ask, having missed the memo.

“Don’t get upset, we didn't stay there yet. I just got to see my room - it’s huge and so is the yard.” Sonnie says and the excitement in his voice makes you happy. Reality gnaws at your nerves, you hope to God that Rio is being smart and not doing anything to jeopardise his freedom. A huge house means his earnings have to be legit.

“That’ll be good for your soccer drills” you smile being positive for Sonnie.

“Right, dad thought of that. He thought of everything”  Sonnie says.

“Well I’m happy for him” You smile.

“There’s space for you too, and my brothers and sisters” Sonnie continues as you stop at a red light. You turn to the back seat with a raised brow. You know good and well your problem of a baby father was not just flirting with a baby on the way.

“Does your dad have– don't answer that” you stop not wanting him in the middle of the mess that had started the day you met his father. A smart woman would have never spoken to the criminal that pulled her out of a warehouse before it went up in smoke, again. The gun to your head should have been enough to terrify you more than his eyes and raspy voice intrigued you. It was the first time you went into the station and lied about what happened. Several comrades were down, internal affairs later discovered that they were all dirty cops, making the masked man a vigilante.

The next time you saw his face it was without the obstruction of a ski mask. It was after a girls night gone wrong. One of those nights where friendship implodes because someone’s drinking too much, and the other person's too thirsty. You were at the quiet bar in need of a respite from the girl drama. You were two whisky sours in when he pulled up a chair and smiled to tell you you looked better outside of your work uniform. You took in his features for the first time, eyes lingering on the bird tattoo on his neck, a poor choice for a criminal. Or was he? You still weren’t sure. He smirked at the recognition in your eyes and then his lingered on your lips. There were a hundred questions on the tip of your tongue and none of them made it out.

“You know how to play pool? I win, I get to take you out” he said before you could respond.

“I’m fine thanks” You responded nursing your drink.

He’d worn you down eventually though. The next time you saw him after leaving the bar that night was on a detective's wall a few months later. Misguided loyalty had you back at his bar. You were seated for no more than twenty minutes before he appeared at your side. You ended up following him to a back room where you told him what you saw at the police station. It was how your relationship persisted for the next nine months. Favor for favor until one night he finally taught you how to play pool.

You shake your head pulling yourself out of the trip down memory lane.

Brothers and sisters.

Sonnie’s words replay on a loop in your head. You didn’t know what to call your relationship with Rio. It’d been years since you’d had sex. The flirting never died though, neither did his requests for family. But there was always another woman that piqued his neverending curiosity. Always some opportunity that jeopardised your career and his freedom. He’d never come outright to confirm or deny his illegal dealings but where there’s smoke there's fire. You know better than to think he’s fully innocent with all the times something about him has floated through the station. You manage to push the thought of him shacking up with someone else to the back of your head as you prepare dinner, help Sonnie with his homework and then put him to bed.

You’re sitting on the front step when Christopher’s car rolls onto the boulevard parking in front of your house. He hops out and meets you on your porch. You don’t speak heading inside. He follows silently as you cross from the front of your home into the back for more privacy from prying eyes.

“Whats wrong?” he asks, sitting on the picnic table. You look up at him with folded arms. “You know I’ma handle it, what is it Ma?” he asks, sitting forward. 

“You’re moving?” you ask.

“That’s what you’re mad about? It’s closer to his school. I can be around more” he says and it all sounds like a nightmare. 

“You and his brothers and sisters?” you ask and he jolts noticeably before his posture stiffens, his signature smirk slides into place – a spark in his eye follows. He’s the cat that got the creme; you're the rat in the trap. You try to calculate your misstep as his smirk grows into a smile. He can’t help himself, he's so tickled. He’s in a checkmate and you don’t know where you’ve made a misstep.

“Me and my children” he nods with unnecessary cruelty. 

“Sonnie thinks I’ll be staying there too, please don’t sell him dreams” you sigh and he shakes his head.

“You said we could get back together when I’m a hundred percent out. I’ll be there by the time the house is finished. Then you can sell this one or put it up for rent and get your back blown out most nights. Don’t worry, our bedroom has soundproofing - I know how you like to get loud” he says and you scoff taking a step back.

Your brain short circuits before rebooting and you look up at quite possibly the most delusionally insufferable man on the planet. He grins before having a laugh at your expense. You fold your arms too stunned to speak.

“Be for real Christopher, I’ll be more mad about you lying to me than you telling me you’re having a baby” you sigh. He steps down from the bench so your arms are touching his chest. He takes a finger tilting your chin up so your eyes meet his.

“My dick hasn’t been in you so you can't be pregnant. Lets go upstairs to practise” he says his voice low, seductive and raspy. You shake your head and push him away, resisting the electricity his proximity and bedroom voice sends through your body.

“We both know if Sonnie went to your place talking about brothers and sisters you wouldn't be so civil - stalker.” you state changing the subject.

“When our son talks about brothers and sisters he’s talking about our kids. Stop playing with me.” he says with nonchalance. You search his eyes for a lie and find none.

“Mom?” You hear and rush inside.

“Sonnie?” You ask, seeing him in his PJ’s.

“Dad?” he asks, looking behind you. You turn to see Rio coming in and turn to Sonnie lighting up with hope. You regret calling Rio instantly.

“I went to sleep in your bed with you and you weren't there mom” Sonnie says turning his attention back to you. “What are you doing in the backyard dad?” Sonnie questions.

“It’s spring, I forgot to check the deck to make sure the skunks don’t try to nest again.” Rio says lying so effortlessly, it’s scary. “We’re all clear buddy and you're too big to be climbing in your mama’s bed” Rio says, stepping around you to pick Sonnie up. It’s ridiculous because at eight, Sonnies are more than half of his fathers size, but you watch as your boy smiles dangling as his father takes him up to his room.

“Can dad read me a bedtime story?” Sonnie asks.

“Since he’s here” you sigh, refilling your carafe and bringing it up to the lonely primary bedroom. You rest it on the bedside table and head into the bathroom with all of your necessities. With Rio under your roof you lock the door knowing he has no boundaries and take your shower, then do the skincare that’s aided your genes at maintaining a youthful face in spite of a stressful job and personal life.

You step out lotioning your hands and see Rio sitting at the bench on the foot of your bed. You half expected it. He stares and you let him, it’s not something he’s witnessed in years. The intimacy of being in your space, seeing you undone, vulnerable and ready to sleep without him.

“I’ll walk you out” you say slipping your feet into your house shoes.

He nods, smiling. “You still use the oil I used to rub on your stomach when you were pregnant and after?” he asks. You nod instead of telling him that the stress from work and coparenting schedules have you stress eating your way into a few more tiger stripes.

“Stop objectifying me Christopher” you say knowing his eyes are glued to your figure as you descend the stairs ahead of him. You stand at the door and he takes his sweet time.

“End whatever you have going on with the square. Our house will be move in ready in two months.” he says.

“Goodnight” you say, opening the door.

He steps out the house turning before you can shut the door on him. His head dips to kiss you goodnight and he stops millimetres away from your face. You look at him and see he’s looking upstairs. You turn and the whites of your son's eyes grow in the dark as he scrambles back into his bedroom shutting the door.

“He’s bad just like his daddy” you groan as Rio laughs.

“Don’t do my boy like that” Rio says and you smile, shaking your head.

“Nite” You sigh.

“Night mama, now that cat’s out the bag I’ll be by with the blueprints so you can design the layout of your closet and pick the colours for our bedroom” he says walking down the driveway and to his car.

You shake your head shutting the door out of your depths with Sonnie and his pappy.

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Did you know you were waiting for your son to get into your car? Or was that a nice surprise? I never did baby daddy Rio and a bunch of you asked. So here it is 😉

Which moment gave you the most feels?

The parking lot conversation

The bedroom oil comment

The almost-kiss at the door

Rio assuming their future together

Voting ended onApr 27

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You already know I’m coming for my man!

Daddy Rio, please and thank you, sissy.

Sentence: “I heard you were talking crazy to my wife?”

*whispers* “get ‘em.”

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Okay Sissy! You're gonna have to forgive me! I KNOW this was supposed to be a drabble but YOU KNOW how we are about our man so....here's 2.4k of our favorite sarcastic ass, sexy ass, mean ass, possessive ass, beautiful ass husband, okay? 😜 Love you mucho-mucho!

~I Got This~

You were speeding through downtown when you used your car’s voice command to reach your husband, hoping he would pick up. Standing on the warehouse floor, Rio was distracted when he answered your call.

“Babe, where you at?”

Rio frowned at your abrupt greeting, immediately focusing all his attention on you. “What’s up?”

“Nothing…you busy?”

Walking to a quieter area, he said the words you wanted to hear, “Don’t matter. Talk to me.”

“Meet me at Nero’s for a minute?”

Ten minutes later you were parked in the lot of a strip mall with Rio sitting in your passenger seat. He squeezed your thigh, encouraging you to spill it all, listening carefully as you relayed what had happened as calmly as you could.

You had spent all morning at the dealership because of a warning light on your dash. The problem with that was your car wasn’t even a year old and they wanted to replace the same part for the third time. Then your mechanic called for the service department manager and it all went downhill from there. Despite your calm demeanor, this Lucas person was a scowling, snippy mess from the moment his name was called. He sat at the small desk across from you leaning forward just enough into your personal space for anyone with a brain to feel uncomfortable. Then while you attempted to explain that it was a three time repeat repair, he talked over you, regurgitating what the mechanic had already told you. With your frustration and your volume rising, you told him to look at your car’s history but he stood up and planted both of his hands on the desk - aggressively and loudly stating that the work needed to be done before walking away.

While you sat in the waiting area you decided that you were going to take it up with corporate instead of dealing with some man’s ego. Mentally you had moved on but once your car was ready, the service manager himself brought your final paperwork - and his attitude to have you sign off and receive your keys. Seeing that they were actually charging you for the part again, you couldn’t help but question the logic behind it. At that point, he didn’t even try to remain professional. He tossed a pen across the desk at you and snapped, “Just sign it already!” before he walked away. Leaving the poor, wide-eyed mechanic to hand you your keys and an quiet apology of sorts.

While listening to you, Rio’s face was on lock down. The only showing of anger was his flared nostrils and his stiff shoulders. For him, it wasn’t about the money at all. The thought of a man disrespecting you like that had his heart beating double time and his mind racing.

Finished with your story, you sighed, dropping your head back on the headrest. “The whole thing was stupid. He wanted me to act up, I could feel it - but it’ll be fine. I’ll call corporate later and get it straight. And I’m putting in a complaint on his ass.” 

No you won’t. Rio’s jaw was locked tight when he said, “Naw, I got this, mama. Give me the papers.”

Hearing his flat tone, you immediately opened your eyes and sat up. “Chris, I can handle it. I’m just pissed off and I needed to see you…get my head right before I went home.” Giving him a soft smile, you cradled his cheek in your palm, stroking your thumb over his scruffy beard, “You know how I am. I promise I’m good.”

His steely expression slowly turned soft. “I know you can handle it, ma.” Taking your hand to give it a kiss, his mouth turned up lazily on one side. “But it’s about more than that. Imma take care of you, aight? Come on. Gimmie.”

Popping open the glove box, you handed him your workup and receipt. You watched him flip through the pages until he found two other names scrawled next to yours. “Tony Ramirez and Lucas Reilly.” Frowning, he asked, “Which one.”

Leaning over, you tapped your fingernail on the printout, making a yuck-face remembering, “Him.”

“You sure?”

“Yep.”

Rio stared at his name for a second.

Lucas motherfucking Reilly. The man who disrespected his wife, in public no less. If it had been just verbal maybe he’d consider staying out of it, but leaning into her? Chucking a pen at her? That was a man being physical toward his wife, a man trying to be threatening, no matter if she saw it that way or not.

“He fucked up.”

Catching his tone, you looked over at him. “Chris--?”

The worried look on your face made him lean over, cupping the back of your neck to smother your concern with the kind of kiss that reminded you of exactly who your man was and that he did not play about you. 

With his lips still brushing against yours, he rumbled out a promise, “I got you…always. You know that.”

Holding his forearm, you pulled back to study his dark eyes before pressing a few soft kisses to his lips. “I know. I love you.”

“Love you too, ma…I gotta get back.”

“Okay.”

Getting out, he closed your door. Walking to his car, he flashed you a sultry smirk over his shoulder. Bursting into giggles, you backed out of the parking space giving him a wave. Rio was on his phone with “a friend” before you made it out of the lot.

This was not going to get a pass.

0.o.0.o.0

When Lucas Reilly walked inside his house, he hit the switch for the foyer light but nothing happened. Flipping the switch again, he huffed out a curse. Walking further into his home, he tossed his keys and phone on the coffee table. Fussing to himself in the dark on the way to the kitchen, he damn near swallowed his gum when he saw a slim man with a tattooed neck standing less than two feet in front of him. His eyes widened right before Rio gut punched him, folding him to the floor.

Coughing and sucking in air, Lucas struggled to his feet, feeling hands patting on him.

“Sorry, bro,” the thin man chuckled. “I didn’t think you’d go down like that.”  

Lucas jerked away, standing up straight. Squared up, he was ready this time but the man called him by his name.  

“Lucas, right?”

Lucas’ frown softened a little in his confusion but he still tried for bravado, “Who are you? Get the fuck outta of my house!”

“Nah.”

Taking a step backwards, poor instincts and panic made Lucas reach for his phone.

“Don’t do that.”

The confidence in the stranger’s command plus seeing the gold gun in his hand stopped him. Lucas swallowed hard at the man’s lazy smile and slow blinks. 

“What do you want?”

“Depends.” Planting his feet, he rolled his shoulders back. Crossing his wrists just below his waist, the gun dangled heavy and powerful from his hand. “I mean, me? I just wanted to meet you, have a little talk. You good with that? That alright?”

The casual way he spoke made Lucas’ stomach turn sour in fear. With his heart racing, he nodded yes.

“Good, good.” The faint smile on the stranger’s face was cold. “So, you work over at Neilson’s BMW right? Mechanic?”

“I-I’m the service manager.”

Nodding his head Rio continued, taking a step closer. “Okay…service manager. So like, you’re over all the mechanics?”

“Right.” His voice came out on a breath and Rio smiled softly.

“So you manage the work and the customer service part of your department. Like…if anybody gets outta line, it’s you that straightens them out?”

Confused as to where this conversation was going, Lucas hesitated.

“Come on…be honest.” Rio crooned in his raspy voice, taking another two swaying steps forward. “Everything is going so good.”

Is it? 

Having him closer, Lucas could see every detail of Rio’s expression. His lowered eyelids, the slight upturn in the corners of his lips, the drawing together of his eyebrows that didn’t quite shape a frown. Somehow his face was relaxed but wholly concentrated. And while his tone was almost friendly, his eyes were bottomless dark pools. For Lucas, when he tilted his chin up, exposing the tattooed wings of the bird on his neck - it was like watching a cobra rise and spread its hood. Mesmerizing, terrifying but he couldn’t look away. Every warning bell in his body was going off but he couldn’t move.

“Lucas?” Rio’s voice was softer, coaxing but in no way comforting. “You said customer service, too, right?”

“Uh, yeah.” Lucas swallowed, blinking, snapping out of it. “Yeah, that’s right.”

Rio chuckled just once, his expression changed to mock confusion, “Well, help me understand something. If you’re the one in charge of it, how is it that I heard you were talking crazy to my wife?”

“Me?” He sputtered. “W-What the hell is going on?! Man, I don’t know your wife!”

Rio’s eyes widened, “You don’t?”

“No! Look…if she got into it with one of my guys I can--”.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. My misunderstanding.” Rio wet his lips and nodded as if satisfied, putting his gun on the coffee table. “Cool. Guess I won’t be needing this after all.”  

Lucas breathed a sigh of relief letting his guard down, right before he felt the painful shock of being jabbed in the throat. And the strikes kept coming, hard and fast - body shot after body shot. Years of practiced self-control in the ring helped Rio stay in the torso area despite his anger. After all, this wasn’t a fight, it was a punishment. Plus Rio needed him to be able to go back to work.

Lucas tried to swing back at first but Rio landed a kidney punch that dropped him to the ground with a high cry. And once he hit the floor, Rio circled him to kick him in the back of his thigh. The strangled sound he heard Lucas make almost made him smile but after two more perfectly placed kicks, Rio stopped. He watched Lucas writhe around on the ground, pathetic and whimpering, gasping for air. Where’d the tough guy go?

Rio rolled Lucas onto his back, dropping a knee in his chest and pressing his gun into his forehead.

“Funny thing…turns out you did meet my wife today.” Rio reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, holding it up with your picture on the screen. Recognition flashed in Lucas’ eyes and fear made him lose control of his bladder. 

“Aw shit!” he wheezed, choking on a sob. “I’m sorry, man. I’m sorry! I was--”.

“You were what?!” Rio spat with his jaw tight. “You’re sorry for what?! Snappin’ on her? Throwin’ shit at her?” Rio thumped the end of his gun hard on his forehead twice, spacing out his next words carefully - each one wrapped in his menacing rasp. “Tell me somethin’…where were your infamous customer service skills when you were talking to her?”

Between the pain and Rio’s weight on his chest, Lucas could only suck in enough air to plead, “Please, man. Please!”

“Shhhhh! Relax.” Rio patted his cheek hard a couple times before he stood up to tower over the man, pleased by his continued struggle to breathe. Tucking his gun at his back, his face was void of expression. “You messed up, but it’s alright. Cuz you’re gonna fix it.”

Shielding his face and stomach with his arms, he rushed to answer. “Okay! I- I’ll call corporate and get your money back and everything,” he gasped out. “Just please don’t--”.

Rio flashed a beaming smile that didn’t erase the coldness in his eyes. “That’s a great idea, Lucas. When were you gonna do that?”

“Tomorrow,” he groaned. “Tomorrow! I swear!”

Rio dropped his chin and raised his eyebrows, inquiring as if the man had a choice. “You sure?”

“Yes! Tomorrow!”

“Good,” he said turning away. Turning back, he flashed another toothy smile. “Oh and thanks for taking care of it so fast, yeah? She’ll be real happy about that.”

Moving back over to him, Rio held out his hand to Lucas to help him up. Lucas stared at him unsure if it was safe to move. Rio waggled his fingers at him, keeping his arm extended, “Come on.”

As soon as Lucas’ fingers touched his, Rio delivered one more kick, this time to his balls. The way Lucas’ face contorted in a silent holler was a true reward for Rio. That’s for my girl. After watching him roll onto his side, moaning, clutching his crotch, Rio stepped back. “Call you tomorrow, Lucas.”

Without waiting for a response, he strolled out the kitchen door and walked down the block to his car. Sliding in on the passenger side, he gave Mick a quick pound.

“Where to?”

“Pick up. Central and Clayton.”

Mick gave a slight nod and pulled off.

0.o.0.o.0

8:46 pm

Seeing Rio’s name pop up on your phone, you sank back into the corner of the couch and drew your feet up, “Hey, baby.”

The warmth in your voice immediately relaxed him, loosening his grip on the steering wheel. “Hey mama.”

How many nights had he worked late this week? Just hearing his voice stirred up a need within you to be close to him, “Am I gonna see you tonight?”

“Yeah, on my way now. You hungry? Want me to pick up something?”

I love him your honor! “I could eat. Something small though.”

“Aight then, what do you want, darlin’?”

“Mmm…surprise me.”

Rio’s rumbling chuckle warmed your neck, “I got you.”

“You always do. Drive safe. I love you.”

“Love you.”

Before he could disconnect you had a thought. “Know what?”

“Hm?”

Hugging yourself, you made another request, “Skip the food…just come home, okay?”

The new huskiness in your voice said more to him than your words did. His notorious slow smile crept up on his lips during his pause in answering you. Wetting his lips and adjusting in his seat - his raspy voice dipped just a touch lower in pitch. “Oh, it’s l like that?”

Heat flushed your face and neck. His teasing always reduced you to a giggling high schooler, “Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Boy, just come home!”

Rio’s belly laugh filled your ear and your heart. “Bet.”

-fin-

[h3avenlyglory]

Take good care of you.

wc-0.900k(I think)

A/n, random but I hate when it's a Hispanic character and the author just makes them say ‘Mi Amor’ a thousand times😭 so we're not doing that.

Summary- Your Rio’s pregnant girlfriend who was feeling a bit 𝒜𝓇ℴ𝓊𝓈ℯ𝒹 and needed Rio to take good care of you.

CW- pregnancy, pregnant sex, fingering, pet names(Nena, Mi Vida, Reina, and of course his iconic mama🫦), praise kink(i have a problem), gentle sex, ear candy/dirty talk(reader), missionary, foreplay, finger sucking, creampie, unprotected sex(wrap it up),fluff.

No song rec today…sorry👉👈

Rio was a lot of things, but never a bad boyfriend. He was there for you through everything that occurred. So of course when you told him you were pregnant, he was ready to commit full-time. Helped you take every step, being home as much as possible, being at every appointment; he made sure he was going to be the best boyfriend and father. Yes, he was still working in… illegal business, but he was still doing his best.

Pacing around the kitchen, eating ice cream, and having a conversation with yourself, endeavoring to reassure yourself since Rio wasn't home yet. What you didn't notice was the man quietly coming into the house, he walked to the kitchen and saw you pacing. He smirked and slowly crept behind you as quietly as a mouse. He slid his arms around your waist, and you turned your head immediately.

“Hey, Mama.” He smiled at you and rubbed the sides of your round stomach. You pressed your lips on his cheek.

“Hi, baby.” You softly moaned from his gentle caresses, and you rested your head on his shoulder. You didn't know how to tell him but you were horny as fuck, those pregnancy hormones were getting to you.

“You smell good,” so you did the only thing you knew to do, flirt, “and you look sooo handsome today.” Even if you weren't the best at sweet talk.

He smirked, and chuckled lightly, he knew what you were doing, you weren't good at it.

“Not every day, reina?” He asked sarcastically while dragging his hand over your stomach. You rolled your eyes and just gave up on the buildup.

“I need you, so badly…” You mumbled into his skin pressing your body into his.

“I need your body, your lips, your fingers…I need you inside of me.” He slightly shivered at your words, that was one way to get him going. He tilted his head towards you and before you could blink, your legs were around his hips and he was carrying you to the couch.

He gently placed you on the couch and climbed over you. His lips pressed on your collarbone, hot open-mouthed kisses all over. His hand traced your inner thigh, gently massaging. His tongue dragged over your skin and his other hand fondled your breast

The small moans that poured out of you were so much more satisfying than screams, just pure pleasure flooding you. He began to suck your skin making sure he was going to leave a mark, and his hands slowly moved up your shirt and grabbed your breast, teasing the nipple. You grabbed his head and softly raked your hands over his head, his grip got tighter in both areas as he felt the jolt of arousal through his body.

The more of those raunchy moans that floated by his ear the tighter his pants got. He lifted, your collarbone drenched in his saliva, his lips moist, and both of you lightly panting. He pushed your legs open for him and dragged your shorts off your body, he looked down at your fat sloppy pussy and just grinned.

His thumb made its way to your cilt, rubbing circles over the sensitive area, and with his other hand he burried his fingers in your needy hold, he curled his fingers and stroked. Your hips involuntarily rolled with the motion of his fingers, your eyes were clenched shut and your head thrown back over the arm of the couch.

“Feel good, nena?” He knew the answer, he just wanted to hear that pretty voice, your pretty whimpers.

“So g-good—f-feel so good!” You whimpered and slurred, your hands clenched on the cushion of the couch. You felt his fingers withdraw making your eyes flutter open, you saw his fingers moving to your lips and you opened wide allowing them to travel inside your mouth. You sucked your juices off his fingers, and he removed his belt.

“Good, good Mi Vida, just like that.” He praised, unbuckling his pants while not breaking eye contact once.

As his fingers were being pulled from your mouth he was lining up at your entrance, his hot red tip leaking pre-cum. He slowly pushed himself inside your yearning sloppy hole, your walls swallowed every inch he gently pushed inside of you.

“You're takin’ me so good Mi Vida.” His thrusts were slow and gentle, but so filling. He lovingly stroked your stomach, making sure not to press on it. You bit the corner of your plump lip holding in your moans but he definitely wasn't having that.

“No, lemme hear you mama, come on lemme hear those pretty moans.” Of course, you obeyed letting the moans flow, the pad of his thumb rubbed over your now severely sensitive clit making you jolt.

The atmosphere was quiet and gentle only those wet sounds from your drenched puss, till you felt your climax building. That's when moans heighten along with your whimpers.

“S-sooo g-good!” Your hips bucked and you released all over him and the couch, not even a full minute after you he thrusted one more time, deeper his tip kissing your cervix then he filled you up, he pulled out and his warm semen spilled out riding down onto the couch.

He pulled you close to him and laid back with you on his chest.

“So good nena, you did so well for me.”

A/n, Im on my period and he's fine as hell, enough explaining.

[ahnaiee]

don’t cry over burnt turkey (but maybe over this)

summary: You wanted to help Tucker. Instead, you ended up in the hospital. request: here pairing. John Tucker x reader tags. fluff. hurt/comfort. Not canon compliant, derails from the episode. ice time. 2.1k notes. hope this is what u wanted! And i really hope you don’t get injured by another can HDASJDHASKD.

The to-do list was long.

You had seen the to-do list. You had read it. It took you fifteen scrolls to get the end, and even then, there were notes where Tucker had noted the timers and even mentioned a critical path to follow so everything happens correctly and timely.

"Critical path," you had repeated.

"It means if those things don't happen on time, the whole meal collapses." He had said it very seriously, the way someone might describe a structural load-bearing wall.

That had been yesterday. Today — Thanksgiving morning, soon after most have left on their own adventures — Tucker was standing in the middle of the kitchen with his hands on top of his head, staring at the oven like it had said something to him personally.

"Hey." You came up beside him with two mugs of coffee, offering him one. "Talk to me."

"Garrett and Hannah are going to Phil's," he said.

"I know."

"And Dean is going to New York."

"I know that too."

"With Bella." He said the name with an expression you couldn't quite read. Not betrayed, exactly. More like — startled. The way someone looks when the weather app is wrong. "I made enough food for the whole house."

"Which is still going to be incredible," you said, "and Logan and Jules will be here, and I'm here, and whoever else shows up—"

"That's the thing." He finally turned to look at you. His eyes were doing the thing — that wide, slightly overwhelmed thing that he tried to cover with forward motion and color-coded spreadsheets. "What if more people show up? I've already adjusted for five, but if it's more than eight I need to restructure the—"

"Tucker."

"—the entire side dish situation because the casserole dish only fits—"

"Tucker."

He stopped.

You held out the mug. He took it. You watched him take a breath that started in his shoulders and ended somewhere around his feet.

"The food is going to be amazing," you said. "It always is. Your mom taught you, remember?" She did. And he had called and texted repeatedly the past week. You knew, because you were there every single time.

Something in his face shifted at that — softened, the way it always did when you mentioned her. He looked back at the oven.

"She does a wet brine," he said, quieter now. "Forty-eight hours. I started it Tuesday."

"I know. I remember. You were very intense about the brine."

"I wasn't intense—"

"You used the word integrity about a salt solution."

He opened his mouth. Closed it. The corner of his lip curved up, just slightly, grudging and genuine. "It does have integrity."

"It has so much integrity." You squeezed his arm. "Now. Tell me what needs doing and I'll help."

For a while, it worked.

You had a system. Tucker moved through the kitchen like he'd been built for it — which, in a sense, he had — narrating as he went, occasionally consulting the spreadsheet, occasionally consulting you when the spreadsheet didn't cover something. You stayed one step behind him, pulling things from the fridge when he called for them, stirring things when his hands were full, asking questions that kept him from disappearing too far into his own head.

It was good. He was finding his rhythm. You could see it happen the way you always could, this particular unwinding in his shoulders, his voice dropping back to its normal register instead of the slightly-too-fast one he used when he was worried.

And then Logan arrived, got sent the to-do list, and stared. “This is like, three pages.”

"It's not," Tucker said immediately.

"It is."

"It's just — longer than usual —"

"Tucker, buddy—"

"Can you check on the rolls?"

Logan, to his credit, checked on the rolls.

You caught Tucker's eye across the kitchen and had to turn away quickly so he wouldn't see you laughing.

It was the cranberry sauce that got you.

Tucker was outside — Logan had talked him into going to look at the deep fryer setup, two boys and a machine that was going to either produce a perfect turkey or a small catastrophe — and you were inside, perfectly capable of handling the cranberry sauce, which you had made before, which was simple.

The can of chicken broth was on the counter. You didn't need the broth, as it turned out — wrong recipe step, you'd gotten ahead of yourself — but when you went to move it aside, your grip shifted, and the pull-tab caught you across the pad of your index finger on the way down.

Sharp. Clean. The kind of cut that takes a beat to decide what it's doing.

You don't make a sound, instead staring at the cut, before quietly,  "Okay," you murmured quietly. You grabbed the nearest clean cloth and pressed down hard, the way you were supposed to, perfectly sensible, nothing dramatic about this at all.

You were still standing there when the back door opened and Tucker came back in, mid-sentence to Logan about oil temperature, and stopped.

"What happened?"

"Nothing," you said, in the voice that everyone uses when something has definitely happened.

His eyes went to your hand. To the cloth. To the way you were holding it.

"Hey — hey, what—" He was across the kitchen in three steps, and then his hands were around your wrist, careful and immediate, tilting it toward the light. "Let me see."

"Tucker, it's just a little—"

"Let me see."

You let him see.

The color left his face in a specific way, the kind that started at the mouth and worked outward. He was quiet for a moment that felt longer than it was.

"We're going to the hospital," he said.

"We're not going to the hospital, it just needs a bandage—"

"It needs more than a bandage."

"Cuts bleed a lot, that's just—"

"That's deep." His voice was steady, which was somehow worse than if he'd been visibly panicking. Tucker panicking out loud you could talk down. Tucker going quiet and focused was a different thing entirely. "Logan, can you grab my keys? They're on the hook by the—"

"I'm not going to the hospital over a can," you protested.

"You're going because you're hurt." He had found the first aid kit from under the sink without looking — knew exactly where it was, of course he did — and was pressing a clean gauze pad into place with both thumbs, gentle and unhesitating. "Hold that. Firm pressure. Don't let go."

"Tucker—"

"I know you're fine," he said, and his eyes met yours over your hand, and his voice was very even in a way that meant he was holding something down. "I know. I just — I need you to let me take you, okay? I need—" He exhaled. "Please."

You looked at him. The please had done it. Tucker did not say please like he was asking permission. He said it like something honest.

"Okay," you said.

"Okay." He let out a breath. Then he looked back at Logan. "The turkey—"

"I got it," Logan said, from where he'd appeared in the doorway, watching the whole thing with an expression that was mostly neutral but had something warmer around the edges. "Go."

The urgent care waiting room had one of those cardboard turkeys on a stick taped to the check-in window, the kind that looked like it had been made by a bored front desk employee sometime around Halloween and never taken down. The fluorescent lights gave everything a vaguely greenish quality. There was a man across the room who had apparently hurt himself carving and was being very stoic about it.

Tucker had not sat down. He was standing at the window that looked out onto the parking lot, hands in his hoodie pocket, weight on one foot and then the other.

You watched him from the chair.

"Tucker."

He turned.

"Sit down."

He sat. Immediately. Like he'd just been waiting to be told what to do with himself.

For a moment neither of you said anything. The fluorescent lights hummed.

"I ruined it," you said. Quietly.

He looked at you.

"The whole thing. You've been planning it for weeks and you were just starting to feel good about it and then I—" You looked down at your bandaged hand. "With the cranberry sauce."

"You didn't ruin anything."

"Tucker."

"You didn't." His voice was certain in the way that meant he'd already thought it through and arrived somewhere. "You know what's happening right now? Logan is watching the turkey. Jules is probably already there by now, and she's going to bring Jules energy into that kitchen which is either going to be very helpful or a complete disaster, but either way—" His mouth curved. "It's something. And when we get back—"

"If we get back before everyone leaves—"

"When we get back," he said, firmly, "there will still be food, and people, and it's going to be fine." He reached over and tucked a strand of hair back from your face with one careful hand. "I am not worried about the dinner."

"You were extremely worried about the dinner this morning."

"I was worried about the dinner. Now I'm worried about you. Different thing." He said it plainly, the way he said most things — no performance in it, just the fact of it, sitting there in the open. "That's how it works."

You looked at him for a moment. The waiting room smelled like antiseptic and a little like someone's leftover lunch, and the cardboard turkey was slightly crooked on the window, and Tucker was looking at you with that expression he got sometimes — the one that was warm all the way through, no gaps in it.

"You're kind of a lot," you said.

"Yeah," he agreed, without any apology in it.

"In a good way."

"I figured." But the tips of his ears went a little pink, the way they did when he was pleased and trying not to show it. He settled back in the chair and after a moment his knee drifted over until it was against yours. Warm. Solid. Just — there.

You came back to a kitchen that smelled like smoke and cornbread and something that might have been, at some point, a turkey.

Logan was holding a piece of charred bird with an oven mitt. Jules was laughing so hard she had to hold onto the counter. There were three more people in the living room who you did not recognize but who had apparently brought a sweet potato pie and been warmly absorbed into the evening.

Tucker stood in the kitchen doorway and took it all in.

His to-do list was open on multiple phones on the counter. Most items were all crossed off— but the turkey was, genuinely, unrecoverable.

"I forgot to pat it dry," he said, mostly to himself. He told Logan to cook it, saying that it was fine through text… and only now it dawned on him that he had forgotten a crucial step.

"Buddy," Logan said. "It's fine."

"The whole dinner—"

"We've got seven side dishes and someone's aunt's pie." Jules raised an eyebrow. "We're eating."

Tucker looked around the kitchen. At the chaos, at the people, at the pie that had appeared from somewhere, at you leaning in the doorway with your bandaged hand and your coat still on.

Something in his face went very quiet. Not the worried kind of quiet. The other kind.

"Okay," he said.

And then — because he was Tucker, because he was this — he rolled up his sleeves, said someone get the cornbread out of the oven, and got to work.

Later, when the food was on the table and Logan was doing something inadvisable with a hockey stick and a piece of burnt turkey and Jules was on the phone with their mom, voice a little rough but steady, Tucker found you in the corner of the kitchen where you'd retreated to stay out of the way, hand still bandaged (apparently you cut nerves. Yes it was that deep. Yes, Tucker worried even more).

He handed you a plate.

"Happy Thanksgiving," he said.

You looked down at the food — the beautiful, careful, slightly chaotic food that he had spent two weeks planning and one very weird afternoon salvaging — and then back up at him.

"Happy Thanksgiving, Tucker."

He smiled. The real one. The one that took over his whole face and made him look exactly like what he was: someone who just wanted everyone at the table fed and warm and together. Then he kissed your forehead, a gesture that made you grin, tilting your head to kiss his cheek.

Outside, Logan yelled something about the turkey. Jules yelled back. Someone new knocked on the door.

Tucker went to answer it. 

©ahnaiee [do not repost, copy, translate, or modify]

[yvaineseleneposts]

Breaking the rules

Tags: @qrrieterisunnq

A/N: This was requested by another Anon. I loved this one so much! It's a lil short because I wrote it very quickly.

Pairing: John Tucker x Jensen!reader

Words: 1,4k

Warning(s): none

The first rule of being Coach Jensen’s daughter was simple: don't distract the players. The second rule was even simpler: definitely don't sleep with one of them. You'd broken the second rule months ago.

Not because you were reckless, or because John Tucker had charmed you with smooth lines or impossible promises. If anything, it had started because neither of you had intended for it to become a habit. It was supposed to be one stupid night after a charity event, where you'd spent hours pretending not to notice each other while your father introduced you to boosters and alumni. Tucker had walked you to your car afterward, making sarcastic comments about how exhausting it was smiling for donors all evening, and somewhere between laughing in the parking lot and him brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, things had spiralled. Afterward, you'd both agreed it couldn't happen again. But then it happened again three days later.

Now, months later, you weren't exactly dating. You also definitely weren't just hooking up anymore. It had become something stranger and more dangerous. Tucker knew exactly how you took your coffee. You knew he couldn't sleep before away games and always ended up watching old hockey highlights until two in the morning. He'd text you dumb memes after practice. You'd bring him homemade cookies whenever you visited your dad's office. Neither of you ever acknowledged how couple-like those things were. Because acknowledging them meant asking what came next, and neither of you seemed brave enough for that.

The locker room had mostly emptied by the time you wandered through the athletic building carrying a cardboard tray of coffees. Your dad had been trapped in meetings all morning, meaning you'd volunteered to deliver caffeine to the coaching staff. It just so happened there was one extra cup.

Tucker was sitting alone outside the equipment room, stretching one leg out in front of him while scrolling through his phone. His practice shirt clung to his shoulders, his hair still damp from the shower, and somehow, he noticed you before you said a word. His entire face lit up, it was quick and instinctive. The kind of smile that belonged to someone who was genuinely happy to see another person. Then he remembered where he was, and the smile instantly shrank into something safer.

“Jensen,” he greeted casually.

You rolled your eyes. “Tucker.”

His gaze immediately found the extra coffee in your tray. “That for me?”

“I don't know.”

“You bought my order.”

“I accidentally remembered it.”

“Right.” You handed it over anyway. His fingers brushed yours for barely a second, too long but also not long enough.

“You remembered the caramel,” he said quietly.

“I have a weird memory.”

“You remembered the extra espresso too.” You shrugged as he smiled into his coffee. “You keep pretending this is casual.”

“It is casual,” you tried to argue.

“You know my coffee order.”

“You know my Netflix password,” you shot back.

Tucker was in trouble. Not hockey trouble, but relationship trouble. Except technically there wasn't a relationship. That was the problem. He'd never intended for this to become emotional.

At first, it had been easy. You’d text when you wanted to see each other. You'd sneak into his apartment after evening practices. You'd watch movies neither of you paid attention to, order takeout, and fall asleep tangled together for a few hours before you slipped home before sunrise. There were no expectations and no labels, and it was perfect… until it wasn’t. Somewhere along the way, he'd started grocery shopping with your favourite snacks already in his cart. He knew exactly which side of the couch you'd curl up on. He'd caught himself checking his phone after every practice, hoping you'd text first.

Last week you’d mentioned an interview you’d been nervous about, and he had remembered. He didn’t even need a reminder or a calendar, he just remembered. What kind of guy remembered interviews if this was supposed to stay casual? The kind who was absolutely screwed.

Friday nights usually meant parties, but Tucker decided to skip this one. Instead, he found himself sitting on the balcony of your apartment with plates spread across the small patio table because he had promised you that he would make dinner. The city buzzed below while the late spring air drifted around you.

“You know,” you said, stealing one of his fries, “you're missing a legendary hockey party.”

“I'm devastated,” he said sarcastically.

“You look devastated.”

“I'll recover.”

You smiled. “You only skipped because Coach made practice early.”

“No.” Tucker looked at you.

“No?”

“I skipped because I'd rather be here.” The words came out before he could stop them. Silence settled between you as you stared at him and he stared right back at you. “I didn't mean—”

“I know what you meant,” you said quietly, not breaking eye contact.

“You do?”

“Yeah, you'd rather be here.”

“I would.”

“You could've lied.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“I don't really want to.” Another silence followed that statement, but it felt different this time. He watched you tuck your knees against your chest.

“You know what's funny?” you asked softly.

“What?”

“I stopped going on dates,” you confessed as you looked away from him.

He frowned. “I hadn't noticed. When?”

“A while ago.”

“Why?”

“I guess... because every time someone asked me out, I compared them to you.” You laughed without humour.

His heartbeat stumbled. “And?”

“They always lost.”

Tucker looked down at the empty plate in his lap. “You shouldn't say things like that.”

“Why?”

“Because...” He sighed. “Because I've been doing the exact same thing.”

You blinked. “What?”

“I've tried.” He started.

“Tried what?”

“Moving on,” he continued as he lifted his head up to look at you again, but you wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“When?”

“There was a girl at a fundraiser last month.”

“The blonde?” you asked, because you remembered her. She was so pretty, and you were very jealous of her. Because she spent the night talking to Tucker, and deep down you wished it was you.

“You noticed?”

“I hated her.”

He laughed. “I never even got her number.”

“Why not?”

“Because she wasn't you.” His eyes met yours, and everything seemed to stop. The traffic noises below faded, the breeze seemed to disappear, and even breathing felt louder.

“You know,” you whispered, “this would've been easier if one of us had just admitted it months ago.”

“I was trying not to date my coach's daughter.”

“I was trying not to fall for one of my dad's players.”

“How's that working out?” he asked as a smile formed on his face.

“Terribly.”

“Same.” With that confession neither of you moved or spoke. Until finally, Tucker reached across the table, his hand hesitating just long enough to give you to chance to pull away. Instead, you slipped your fingers through his.

“So...” he murmured.

“So.”

“Are we still pretending this is casual?”

You smiled, your thumb brushing across his knuckles. “I don't think we were fooling anyone.”

“Probably not.” He laughed quietly.

“You know my dad's going to lose his mind.”

“Oh, absolutely.”

“You could still run,” you told him as you squeezed his hand.

“I could.”

“But?”

Tucker squeezed your hand back, looking at you with a softness that made your chest ache. “But I've spent months pretending the best part of my day was just convenient.” He smiled, small and completely genuine. “Turns out I'd rather deal with your dad than spend another day pretending you're just someone I hook up with.”

Your heart felt impossibly full. “So,” you teased, “are you asking me out?”

“I think I am.” He grinned.

“You think?”

“I've never dated my coach's daughter before. I'm improvising.”

You laughed so hard you nearly cried. “Well,” you said after the laughter faded, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to his lips, “for someone improvising...” You smiled against his mouth. “...you're doing a pretty good job.”

[girlontheruin]

- Set it up -

Summary: John Tucker teaches you how to play pool. A.k.a you both make your move in hopes you feel the same.

> Shoot your shot

- John Tucker x Figure skater!reader - (Fluff) -

Ever since Hannah started dating Garrett, you’d found most of your time merged with your friends and his. Malones had upgraded another area and added a few pool tables, which you had never set foot in till tonight. You’ve been exchanging heated glances with one particular hockey player, southern charmer John Tucker.

Athletes weren’t your usual type, your last late night hookup or a string of spontaneous sex was with an older guy. Easier to fuck someone you don’t bump into on campus. That and your figure skating coach/mother would go crazy if you were even breathing in a hockey players presence. You can’t help it though, John Tucker’s danced around your short replies and coaxed actual conversations out of you each time you’ve seen him.

“Just, like lean over,” Allie says, she’s perched on the edge of the pool table, gaze flitting to the guys near the bar and you’re terrible hold on a cue stick. Always the lookout, she’s a hundred percent sure Tucker’s interested in you and you’re hoping so too. She’s backed it up with intel, but won’t tell you who the trusted source is.

“Least you’re terrible enough to draw him in naturally,” Hannah grumbles, her hand covering her mouth as she tries to muffle her laugh. Her trembling shoulders give her away though. The band playing in the next room aren’t enough to calm your nerves or the doubts swimming in your head.

Garrett’s the first one to approach, his arm draped over Hannah shoulders as he steals her away. His head lowered as he whispers something in her ear. The guys set up another game of pool on the other side of the room, the nearest free one available and you exhale a long breath, thankful they aren’t teasing you. Allie’s palm pats your back as she disappears into the crowd, something about checking out the band or Photo Booth. You don’t get a glimpse of whoever she’s making a beeline for.

“Wow, this is a rare sight.”

You turn to face Tucker, nearly knocking him in the thigh with the stick. “What me in Malones or me sucking at pool?” You can’t help, but mirror his smile it’s infectious. Everything about him melts away the ice around you, the walls you built falling like water and for the first time it doesn’t scare you. You want him closer.

“Both,” Tucker says. He pushes the stray spring of curls out his face, bicep flexing as he raises his arm. His white T-shirt taunt across his defined chest, silver chain dipping between his pecs.

“Celebrating,” you say, nodding along with him till you realise the guys don’t follow figure skating. “I made it to sectionals, got a new sponsorship. Kinda a big deal.” Well you and your skating partner, Alek had made it. Another reason your mother doesn’t want you having a public relationship, she prefers to let others think you’re dating Alek.

Tucker wraps his arms around you, “congrats, that’s a big fucking deal,” he gives you a reassuring squeeze, the weight of his embrace leaving as quick as it came. You sway on the spot, the knot in your stomach twisting as you second guess your move. No, you don’t close the distant between you and him. Maybe he just sees you as friend.

He’s never hugged you before, the closest you’ve come to touch are your thighs brushing against each others on the sofa or that one time you bumped into him in the corridor leading to the rink. He was all geared up in his hockey kit and nearly knocked you clean on your ass. He caught you though, before you could fall. Maybe that’s when you first fell for him. His kindness. The soft lilt of his voice asking if you’re okay. You were too embarrassed to stick around and he never mentioned it since.

You’re staring, but he doesn’t seem to mind. His dark eyes trailing up and down your form. Oh he’s going to be trouble. He scratches his neck, the column of his throat stealing your attention. You saw a girl on his lap kissing his neck the first time you met him. That was months ago though and you haven’t seen him with anyone else.

“Want some pointers?” He nudges his head towards the table, his hand reaching around you to grab the chalk on the side. You stumble back to the edge, watching him pry the cue stick from your grasp with little effort and he preps the cue stick, blue staining the white tip. He blows the extra leftover residue off and your eyes dart to his lips.

You face the table, unable to meet his gaze, “uh, sure,” you say, there’s nothing else forming in your brain other than the thought of his lips on yours.

Tucker hovers behind you, sliding the cue stick on the table and he instructs you on how to hold it correctly. You place your right hand on the black handle, but his hand covers yours and guides it lower, “here,” is all he says, as if he too has to summon his own courage to speak out loud.

His hand lifts from yours on the handle and he leans forwards, “you wanna, put your left hand like this, balance the stick between your thumb and here,” Tucker says, his back pressing into yours and his weight makes you lean over the pool table. His left hand cups your elbow and the other returns to the handle and he draws the cue stick back and forth, practice.

“Okay, now try this one,” he says, pointing to the white ball, which you have to lean further over the table to get a better shot.

“Like this?” You ask, peering over your shoulder and he doesn’t move an inch. His lips a hair width from yours, he nods, nose bumping yours. You focus returns to the plush green velvet surface of the table in front you, acutely aware of his body moulded to yours.

“Follow the line of the cue stick, set up your shot,” his deep raspy voice rumbles in your ear, hot breath fanning the side of your face. “You wanna hit the ball in the centre, take your time.” His hands settle on your hips and he adjusts your body, guiding you closer to the edge of the pool table.

You jolt at his sudden touch fumbling your shot. The cue stick slips, white ball bouncing over the green surface and onto the floor. Tucker’s laugh shakes his chest and you feel it tremble through you too.

Tucker steps back. “Thought you figure skaters were graceful?” He says, cocking his head to the side to meet your gaze. That damned smirk pulls at the corner of his lips, curls tumbling over his forehead. One hand trails to the small of your back, a small splinter of hope that he’s interested in you.

“Only on ice.” You spin around to face him and his hand follows the movement, the warmth of his palm stinging the bare skin beneath your blouse.

“What else do figure skaters do off the ice then?” He lifts you up, setting you on the side of the pool table and steps between your legs. Your heart hammers in your chest as you look up at him.

You grasp the front hem of T-shirt, “we kiss handsome boys.” It’s now or never.

Tucker’s lips press to yours, teeth clinking as you meet him halfway. Your fingers twist in the fabric of his shirt and you tug him closer, deepening the kiss. Hot and heavy, he leans back for a breath. His forehead resting against yours, you place your hand on his chest and feel the fast beat of his heart beneath your palm.

“You wanna know what hockey players do off the ice?”

[midnightmax]

The baby 3 (daddy’s little girl)

Pairing: Dean Di Laurentis x girlfriend!reader

Summary: Y/n finds out that Dean and her are expecting a baby.

Part. 1 | Part. 2

The first thing Dean heard wasn’t his alarm.

It wasn’t one of the boys yelling downstairs.

It wasn’t his phone vibrating.

It was a tiny cry coming from the nursery.

His eyes opened instantly.

Before YN could even sit up, he was already out of bed.

“I’ve got her.”

“Dean…” YN mumbled sleepily.

“You, go back to sleep.”

“But you’ve got practice today.”

“I know.”

“And you barely slept.”

“I know baby.” She smiled into her pillow. “But I’ve got you.”

“You spoil both of us.”

“I plan on continuing.”

—

Dean quietly opened the nursery door.

The room was painted in soft shades of cream and sage green.

Tiny stuffed animals lined the shelves.

A rocking chair sat beside the crib.

And inside…

A tiny little girl with messy dark hair was crying with her fists balled up.

The moment she saw him…

The crying slowed.

Dean leaned over the crib.

“Hey, sweetheart.” His voice was impossibly gentle. “Did you miss Daddy?”

Her little lip trembled.

He carefully picked her up.

“There you are.”

She immediately rested against his chest with a tiny sigh.

“There she is…” Dean smiled. “My favorite girl.”

He kissed the top of her head.

“Don’t tell Mommy I said that.”

From the doorway—

“I heard that.” Dean looked up.

YN stood there with her arms crossed and an amused smile.

“I said favorite little girl.”

“Nice save.” He grinned.

“I know.”

—

Breakfast had become… chaotic.

Dean sat at the kitchen table with the baby on his lap.

She stared at him with huge curious blue eyes.

He stared back.

“You know…” He whispered dramatically. “I think you’re getting prettier every day.”

She responded by grabbing his nose as the boys walked into the kitchen.

Garrett laughed.

“There my little girl.” Logan said going to see her.

“She’s my little girl.” Dean looked offended.

“No need to be jealous man, she’s our niece.”

“Exactly.” Tucker pointed toward the baby. “Has she eaten yet?”

“Yes, Y/n already feed her and we’re ready to start the day.”

—

Later that afternoon…

YN walked into the living room.

Dean was lying on the couch and the baby was asleep on his chest.

One tiny hand rested against his hoodie.

Dean hadn’t moved in almost an hour.

“You know…” YN whispered. “You can put her in the crib.”

Dean looked horrified.

“But I don’t want to wake her up.” He gently rubbed tiny circles across the baby’s back. “She likes sleeping here.”

“And so do you.” He said.

“…Maybe.” She sat beside them.

Dean looked down at their daughter.

“I still can’t believe she’s ours.”

“I know.”

“I made this.” Dean said.

“We made it, she literally slipped out of my vagina.” He laughed.

“And im grateful for that.” He kissed the baby’s head. “One of the best things we’ve ever done.”

—

Dean had an afternoon off from hockey.

He decided today was important.

Very important.

YN walked into the nursery carrying folded laundry.

Dean was sitting cross-legged on the floor.

Their daughter sat between his legs, supported by pillows.

He held a tiny stuffed bear.

“Okay.” He cleared his throat dramatically. “We’ve practiced enough.”

YN leaned against the doorframe, smiling.

Dean looked at the baby.

“Can you say…” He pointed at himself.

“Dada.” The baby blinked.

Dean smiled encouragingly.

“Dada.” Silence. “Say dada.”

She squealed.

Dean gasped.

“That was close.” YN giggled.

“You know babies don’t usually talk this early, right?”

“I know.”

“But what if she’s a genius?” Before YN could answer…

The baby looked at Dean.

Opened her tiny mouth.

“…Da…”

The room froze.

Dean didn’t breathe.

The baby blinked.

“…Da.” Dean’s jaw dropped.

“YN.” She covered her mouth.

“Oh my God…”

Dean stared at his daughter.

“Did…” He looked ready to cry. “Did you hear that?”

YN nodded, laughing through tears.

“I heard it.”

Dean picked up the baby, covering her tiny face with kisses and she started laughing.

“You said Dada!” He kissed her head. “You actually said Dada!”

YN laughed.

“I knew you were a genius!”

“It was one syllable.”

“It was the best syllable I’ve ever heard.”

—

That night…

Rain tapped softly against the bedroom windows.

The baby refused to sleep unless someone held her.

Dean didn’t complain once.

He sat in the rocking chair with her curled against his chest.

The nursery glowed softly from the nightlight.

He hummed quietly.

Not a real song.

Just something he made up.

YN stood in the doorway watching them.

Dean didn’t notice.

He was too busy whispering to his daughter.

“You know…”

He smiled at her sleepy face.

“You can have anything you want from me.”

“My last piece of pizza.”

“My favorite hoodie.”

“My truck.”

“My heart.”

“It already belongs to you anyway.”

YN felt tears sting her eyes.

She had never seen Dean this soft.

This patient.

This completely in love.

She quietly walked over.

Dean looked up and smiled.

“She finally fell asleep.”

YN gently brushed the baby’s tiny cheek.

“She loves you.”

Dean looked down at the little girl.

“I love her more.”

“I don’t think that’s possible.”

He smiled.

“It probably isn’t.”

YN leaned down and kissed his forehead.

Then their daughter’s.

“I think…”

She whispered.

“…she’s going to grow up knowing exactly how loved she is.”

Dean looked at the tiny little girl sleeping peacefully against his heart.

Without hesitation, he answered—

“As long as I’m breathing…”

“…she’ll never have to wonder.”

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[minminn22]

Oh, baby | Garrett Graham

Garrett Graham x F!reader | word count: ~600

Tropes: second chance romance, unexpected/secret pregnancy, hurt/comfort

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You knew the first day of kindergarten would be hard. But seeing Garrett Graham standing in the school gym was not on your list of concerns.

You had deliberately chosen Hastings. It was a quiet town, the kind of place where nothing ever happened, and more importantly, a place where he didn’t belong. Garrett belonged to a life that hadn't been yours in a long time. Five years ago, two pink lines had made sure of that.

"Stay still for just one second, Lily-bug," you murmured, kneeling in the crowded hallway of Hastings Elementary to tame a rogue strand of hair from her ponytail.

"I want to see the fire truck, Mommy," she whined, bouncing on the heels of her light up sneakers. The school was hosting a Community Heroes welcome day in the gymnasium, and the roar of excited five year olds already echoing down the hall.

"We’re going. Just let me fix your clip." You patted her shoulder, giving her a gentle nudge toward the double doors. "Go find your name tag at the circle rug. I’m going to hand your medical forms to the nurse and I’ll be right in, okay?"

She didn't need telling twice. She bolted into the gym, a tiny blur of pink and determination running away from you.

Inside the gym, the noise hit you immediately. Local volunteers, EMTs, and off duty firefighters were standing around, letting kids try on oversized helmets and climb on plastic displays. Near the back corner, standing by a booth for the local youth recreation league, Garrett was adjusting a stack of sign up clipboards.

He was older now. Broader along the shoulders and less reckless looking than the boy you'd known. The sharp edges of his twenties had softened into something steadier, more grounded. He wore a simple navy volunteer shirt, laughing as he handed a sticker to a little boy. He was happy.

And then he heard it.

Above the chattering parents and squeaking sneakers, a clear, high pitched voice rang out just a few feet away from his table. Lily had marched right up to the kindergarten teacher holding the clipboard.

"Hi! I’m Lily," she announced with all the fierce confidence of a child who had practiced her introduction in the mirror all morning.

"Well hello, Lily," the teacher smiled, pen poised over the attendance sheet. "What's your last name, sweetie?"

"Lily Y/L/N."

The clipboard slipped an inch in Garrett’s grip.

He froze entirely, the breath physically leaving his lungs. The chatter around him blurred into meaningless noise. Y/L/N. Your last name. A name he hadn't spoken out loud in half a decade, but one he still remembered far too well.

His head snapped toward the source of the voice.

She was tiny, but Garrett saw it immediately. The shape of her face. The stubborn tilt of her chin. But her eyes (wide, dark, and bright) were undeniably yours. She was holding a crumpled drawing of a cat, completely unaware that the man staring at her had just realized she was his daughter.

Garrett's heart hammered against his ribs.

"Lily!"

The voice came from the gym entrance. Garrett’s eyes instinctively tracked the sound, cutting through the crowd of parents until they landed on you. You were catching your breath, holding a stray permission slip, looking around the room with that familiar, protective scanning gaze.

Then, your eyes met his.

The blood drained from your face so fast you felt dizzy, your hand dropping to your side. The noise of the gym faded into the background. 

As Garrett stared at Lily, he realized just how much of her life he'd missed. Five years. His eyes moved to yours, searching your face like he was hoping he'd somehow gotten it wrong.

He hadn't.

When he looked back at the little girl standing in front of him, his eyes filled before he could stop them.

"Oh, baby," he whispered.

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