𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕖𝕟𝕦
𝕄𝕒𝕚𝕟 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕤 - 𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕤, 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖.
ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝔸𝕟 𝕆𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 - 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥/𝕞𝕪 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥.
𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 ℂ𝕠𝕕𝕖 - 𝕞𝕪 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕒𝕘𝕖
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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕖𝕟𝕦
𝕄𝕒𝕚𝕟 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕤 - 𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕤, 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖.
ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝔸𝕟 𝕆𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 - 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥/𝕞𝕪 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥.
𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 ℂ𝕠𝕕𝕖 - 𝕞𝕪 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕒𝕘𝕖
𝕊𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 - 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥
"You don't nag. You let me know what you need so I can fix it. That's how this shit work"
These three lines have genuinely healed something in me, this is it!!!
Oooh thank you boo so glad you enjoyed my last fic!
Heyyy queen, so for my request I would like a Rio fanfic where his wife has been on edge and snapping at him and the kids and he figures out its because she's sexually frustrated. Please and thank yewww💖
The way you don’t speak when you walk past him in the hallway.
The way you’ve been pulling away from his hand when he reaches for you in bed at night.
It’s not loud. You’re not screaming. But he sees it.
You been on edge for days. Snapping at the kids over little things. Letting laundry pile up when usually you stay on top of it. And when Rio talks to you, you either ignore him or shoot off a dry ass “I’m fine.” Like that lie don’t hang heavy in the air every time you say it.
He ain’t said much.
Not yet.
See, Rio don’t move off emotion. He watches. Waits. Stays ten steps ahead. He been studying you—how your hands shake when you wipe the counters, how your eyes look watery in the morning, how your smile ain’t reached your eyes in a week. He seen you go from his wife to this exhausted, snappy version of yourself, and tonight?
Tonight, he done letting it ride.
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It’s just past midnight when he walks in the kitchen and sees you wiping the counters again. For the third time today. Ain’t a crumb in sight.
You got your bonnet half on, a big t-shirt hangin’ off one shoulder, face lookin’ tired but still too fine. You ain’t notice him yet, or maybe you did and just ain’t care. He watches you for a moment, tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek, arms folded across his chest.
Then he speaks.
Low.
“Yo.”
You don’t look up. “What?”
“You gon’ tell me what the fuck goin’ on with you, or you just gon’ keep takin’ it out on everybody?”
Your hand freezes over the counter. You drop the rag slow, turn to face him with your arms crossed.
“I’m not takin’ it out on everybody.”
He raises his eyebrows. “Nah? That why you snapped on the baby for spillin’ juice earlier?”
You grit your teeth. “She spilled it on my laptop.”
“She five.”
You roll your eyes and move to walk past him, but he shifts, blocks you with his body.
“Back up, Rio.”
He steps closer instead. Calm. Controlled. That pressure.
“You been actin’ like you wanna fight, but I know what this really is,” he says, voice low like velvet but sharp underneath. “You tired. You overworked. And you pissed off ‘cause I ain’t been touchin’ you like I should.”
You blink hard, but your face cracks.
He smirks. Just a little.
“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Thought so.”
Your jaw tightens. “I cook, I clean, I raise our kids, I handle everything. And still—still—I feel like I don’t even exist in this house sometimes, Rio. I feel like I’m just floatin’ through the day, and you don’t even notice.”
He steps into your space, close enough you can feel the heat comin’ off him.
“You think I ain’t noticed?”
You try to look away. He tilts your chin with two fingers, makes you look at him.
“You think I ain’t been watchin’ you walk ‘round this house like you one sharp breath away from cryin’? Think I ain’t heard you in the bathroom the other night?”
Your stomach drops. You swallow hard. “I didn’t wanna bother you.”
His brow lifts. “Bother me?”
“I just… I felt like if I said anything, you’d think I was nagging or bein’ dramatic.”
Rio scoffs, eyes narrowing a little. “You my wife, ma. You don’t nag. You let me know what you need so I can fix it. That’s how this shit work.”
You start to speak again, but his voice cuts through the room soft and firm: “Take your ass upstairs.”
You blink. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” he says, backing up just enough to give you space to move. “Go upstairs. You wanna feel like my wife again? Lemme remind you.”
The tone in his voice makes your whole body clench.
You walk past him slowly, every step feelin’ like your heartbeat in your chest. He waits. Lights off the kitchen. Follows you up the stairs, not saying a word, but you feel the tension crawl up your spine the whole way. The door to the bedroom closes behind you both with a soft click.
You stand at the foot of the bed, not sure what to do with your hands.
He doesn’t rush.
Rio walks toward you, slow, like a panther stalking prey. His chain glints in the dim light, black hoodie loose on his frame, tattoos peeking out from his sleeves as he shrugs it off and drops it on the chair.
You ain’t said a word, and he likes that.
“Take that shirt off,” he says, voice like gravel and silk.
You obey. Slow. You let the shirt fall, and the cool air kisses your skin. You feel exposed, not just naked but seen. Seen in a way that makes your eyes sting again.
His eyes trail over you. Steady. Heated.
“You been feelin’ invisible?” he says as he steps closer. “Look at me.”
You do.
“I see you. Every inch. Every curve. Every mood. I been seein’ you fall apart for days and I ain’t stepped in yet. That’s my fault.”
He brushes a knuckle across your cheek. “But I’ma fix it now.”
And before you can speak, he’s on you.
Kissin’ you deep. Like he been holdin’ back. Like he mad at himself for not doin’ this sooner. His hands grip your waist, pullin’ you against him, and your legs go weak before he even gets you on the bed.
He lays you down with a gentleness that contrasts the fire in his eyes.
Then he slows everything down.
Kiss after kiss. Palm after palm. His fingers drag down your sides, smooth and rough all at once. You whisper his name, soft, needy, and he shushes you against your mouth.
“Nah, baby. Let me do this. Just feel it.”
You arch into him when his hand slides between your thighs, and he groans low.
“This how I know you been needin’ me,” he murmurs. “You so fuckin’ wet for me right now.”
Your breath hitches, your thighs tremble.
“Shoulda been handled this days ago,” he whispers. “That’s on me.”
You try to grab at him, try to pull him down, but he just shakes his head, lips brushing your ear.
“You gon’ wait, mama. Let me take care of you proper.”
The way he talks to you—low, calm, dominant—you can’t even argue. Your body too gone. Your head too light. He don’t just make love to you. He reclaims you. Kisses every sore, overstretched part of your soul. Touches you like his fingers were made to undo the stress wound tight in your belly. He presses deep, slow strokes into you that got you biting your lip and whimperin’.
“Look at me,” he says again, holding your chin mid-stroke.
You do. And your whole chest just cracks open.
Tears fall before you can stop ‘em.
But Rio don’t flinch. He leans down, kisses them right off your cheeks, still movin’ inside you like he own you—and he do.
“This what you needed, huh?” he murmurs.
You nod, breathless.
“This how I fix my wife.”
You cry harder.
And when you come, it’s not just your body—it’s your mind, your chest, your whole weight letting go. And he stays with you the whole way. Eyes on yours. Breath steady. Palms holdin’ you through the release.
After, he don’t pull away.
He stays wrapped around you. One hand pressed to your stomach, slow circles. His lips at your shoulder.
“You ain’t never gotta go that long without sayin’ what you need again,” he whispers.
You nod, eyes closed, body heavy.
“I see you,” he says again. “Always.”
And this time? You believe him.
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Hey are you still writing? If so o would like to request with Smoke from Sinners
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Hey sorry for bothering at this hour but are you still writing “The Game” of the Mayan mc and Son of Anarchy
I think I want to continue it but idk if it’ll hit the same.
Sending you so much love 💕 Back-to-back pain, trauma, and loss are heavy for the heart and soul. As someone who has been out of a bad breakup for a year, I know it gets better. I know it’s cliche, but it does. I was in urgent care when my ex dumped me via text, and idk what happened, but my brain flipped a switch. Things haven’t been great this past year, but I promise you, you’ll have tremendous growth, and what you’re feeling right now will be a speed bump in your journey.
Thank you so much❤️ everything has been so hard on me and finally having ppl to talk to is amazing
Hey guys I rlly need to vent about stuff that’s happened to me recently. Is that ok?
Hey? Are you still writing? Because I want to put in a request for something with Angel.
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Imagine owing Rio money and he comes to collect PT 2
Rio walked into your bedroom, drinking out the bottle of Hennessy as he peaked in the room. You were looking at yourself in the mirror, naked as you ran your hands over your body. You play tough but you made sure not to test him, especially in his state right now.
Rio pulled his shirt off, dropping it to the floor as he walked up to you. You stared at him through the mirror as his hands slithered to your throat. He held your head back as he brought the bottle to your mouth, pouring some in your mouth. When he stopped pouring he made sure to grab his gun from his waistband. He held it back under your chin
“You know I don’t play about my money ma.” He whispered. He sat the bottle down and turned back to you. You looked at him, seeing how angry he was. He ain’t never looked at you like that before. Rio let you get away with everything and clearly this was his last straw. He put the gun down on the nightstand next to his bottle before speaking. “You started that nice lil boutique, got some good dick from me and forgot that this was business.” He whispered. Rio bent your body downwards in front of the mirror. Your ass immediately arched up. “As much as I fucks with you mama, money comes first.” Rio pulled his pants down and rubbed his tip across your pussy.
He slid himself into you, watching your reaction in the mirror. He started to beat your pussy up. He kept you folded down as he shoved his dick in and out of you.
Your head was leaned down to the floor as your eyes were closed in pleasure. You gasped as his pace got faster and deeper. You always ended up like this with him. Everytime he came to “visit” you he really came to visit your pussy. You brought a hand up to his waist, struggling to take all of him. “Too much mama?” He asked with false concern. He didn’t really give a fuck. When you whined out h yes, Rio chuckled. He grabbed the hand and held it straight back before he started to get rougher with you. Each thrust he gave you, fueled his anger.
“Yea I’m tired of playing with your ass.” He muttered out. He slapped your ass before pulling out. He yanked you up to stand up straight. He grabbed your jaw and pulled you close. “That lil 50k worth shit to me.” He started, looking you dead in the eyes. “But ma, my respect? My rep? Yea you trying to treat me like one yo lil money moves and that ain’t happening.” He scowled, before pushing you to your knees.
“Rio you know imma give you your money… eventually.” You smirked, looking up and him. You didn’t know when to stop. You made sure to keep your eyes focused on his sexy scowl as you took him into your mouth. “No hands.” He told you, like you were really going to use them anyways.
You swallowed him into your throat, keeping your hands at your thighs. You brought your head back before repeating the motion. Rio grunted when he felt your tongue lick at his tip. You knew how to keep that deadline extended. The pleasure you gave him was out of this world. He knew you were wet. That pussy stays wet for him and he knew it. Rio needed to get in it and drown. “Getcho sexy ass on the bed.” He whispered, pulling your head off his dick.
He watched as you but your lip and walked to the bed. You laid back, opening your legs and smiling at him. “Come get that 50k baby.” You tempted him.
Rio's head was dizzy as he walked over to the bed. He never understands how your ass had him so attached. As soon as he pressed into you he immediately thought about giving you another week for his money. Shit maybe 2.
Again???? Manny most definitely gets off on knowing you’re holding on to air and prayers trying not to get caught 😩🤣
Your eyes were rolled back and mouth opened as you cried out when Manny hit your spot. “Girl shut that shit up.” He growled as pushed you closer to the wall. He continued to push his dick in you as he held you against the wall. Your legs shook as he held you exactly where he wanted you. “Oh you wanna get down? Ight bet.” He pulled out and dropped you to you feet. He pressed his hand on your shoulder and forced you to your knees.
You held your breath as he forced his dick in your mouth. “Yea you thought you were slick with allat mouth earlier huh?” He breathed out, as the pleasure went through his body. “I’m tired of your mouth Y/N.” He growled out, letting you choke as he kept his dick in your throat. He yanked you back by your hair when you started to struggle.
“Baby..” you started staring up at him. Pussy swollen, lips swollen. Manny stared back at you with a scowl on his face. You already knew you were in for it even though you were in the clubhouse. Manny didn’t give a fuck though.
“Keep using your mouth for something useful.”
The way I have several amazing fics coming out soon!
That’s so exciting! I hope yo enjoy college queen 🩷 if you don’t mind me asking, what are you studying?
nursing to become a nurse anesthetist!
Hey just checking in on you seeing how you are doing? Do you still write stories?
I’m good! I still write but I’m in college now so it’s a little slower now!
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