Supernatural: Plotholes, Thoughts and Other Unanswered Questions.
I know that I am extremely late with this, but life got in the way. I know that a lot has happened since the finale. (The online reunion happened tonight and I missed it.) I would really like to get some of your guys opinons. I have my thoughts on the show finale and I would love the feedback and hopefully some answers. I tagged the following mutuals that I know are part of the fandom. If you donât want to participate, I completely understand and no hard feelings.Â
After letting the finale sink in, I still have a few things I need to know. Some of these may have been answered and I am just a dumbass and didnât know it. If you know the answer or have an opinion on anything, please feel free to share it with me. I am not leaving the fandom just because the show is over. Some of this may be ranting. Some you may not care about. So, letâs talk...
I have been trying to think of a way to put all my questions and thoughts in a easier way to understand. Cause I have more than a few.
1. Deanâs Death.
(a.)The first question may be dumb, but how the hell was Dean still standing after he died? That has always confused me about the show. Whenever one of the characters is tied up standing, they never fall. Even passed out or apparently dead.
 (b.)I think that Dean was ready to die. Because even though Sam and Dean are free from Chuckâs story, Dean may not be truly happy because Cas is gone. I think thatâs why he is attached to the dog. It was a subsitute for Casâs abscence.We have seen in previous seasons when Cas dies, that Dean always spirals. He drinks himself unconcious and throws himself into hunts. He is visibly shaken whenever he witnesses Casâs death. He held on to Casâs coat in season 6&7 after he died. Dean does whatever he can to ensure Castielâs safety.
2. Samâs Life After Dean.
(a.) It was nice to see Sam live a ânormalâ life. However, with him living his normal life, there are a lot of questions. Did Sam marry and have a child with Eileen? I get that with the pandemic everyone wasnât able to be there for filming. So, I truly undersdtand why we didnât see Shoshannah in the final episode. We onlyget to see a woman on the porch in the background. She is so far away we canât see her. Even during Samâs life montage, we see diffrent pictures, but none of Eileen. Hell, the only womanâs picture I saw was Mary. Nothing around his death bed either.
(b.) Did Sam give up hunting? We know that he gave it up when Dean and Cas went to purgatory. Now that they are both TRULY gone, did he just completely give it up? I canât imagine that just because he is free and alone, that he would let innocent people die. I know that he wouldnât go after big hunts, but maybe a ghost or spirit.Â
(c.)Does Little Dean âDâ become a hunter/Men of Letters? I am sure that Sam told âDâ about all the monsters and dangers of the world. But does he become a hunter? Did âDâ get Baby after Samâs death? What happened to the Bunker and all the relics? It seems kind of wrong to just leave the Bunker unattended. There are so many hunters that could use it.Â
3. Missing people.
(a.)Kevin Tran. Did Kevin get to go to the new heaven or did Jack bring him back to life to be with his mom? Cause the last time we saw Kevin, he was a ghost in Hell. (Cause Chuck is a dick.) Heaven was closed and he had to go and roam around. Kevin deserved better.
(b.)Adam Milligan. What happened to Adam? Did he go to heaven or did Jack bring him back? Because technically, Chuck killed him in the snap. If he died, he really deserves to go to heaven. He was in the cage with Michael and Lucifer. He was forgotten by his brothers and the other angels.
(c.)Alisha and Max Banes. A few of you may not remember them, but I always wonder what happened to them. In season 12, the twins call Maryâs phone for some help to find their mother. There they go through the âMOTWâ scenarios. When Alisha dies from her wounds, Max takes the witches ring and create a Twig!Alisha and burns his siters body. We never got to see what happened to them. I know that they werenât huge side characters, but they were interesting to me.
(d.)Harper Sayles. Harperâs storyline has always felt unfinished to me. She had her apperance in seasonâs 14Â âOptimismâ, where Dean and Jack work a case in Nebraska. Jack gets close to Harper and she believes that they are in love. It is revealed that she comes from a long necromancers and she brought back her dead boyfriend Vance. After Vance is caught, Harper escapes, but is seen later in a diner writing a love letter to Jack. She says that when she finds Jack sheâll have to kill him for what he did to Vance. But, that she can bring Jack back just like Vance, because their love is so vivid. She addresses it to Jack Smith, Lebanon, Kansas P.O. Box... So what happened to her? Harper could have been a very interesting character for at least 2 episodes. Watching Jack having to deal with his own version of Becky. I just thought that it was weird that she knew where he lived (kinda) and we just never heard from her again.
(e.)The Horsemen. During season 5, we got to meet the Four Horsemen of the Apocolypse; War, Famine, Pestilence, and Death. This one kinda confuses me. In this season I was to believe that the Horsemen coulnât be killed. (Deathâs death was a shocker.) But they couldnât kill War. They just took his ring.
(f.)Jesse Turner/Antichrist. This is by far the biggest plotholes I know from the show. Where the hell is Jesse. He had one episode in season 5, âI Believe the Children Are Our Future.â It is discovered on a case that Jesse is a Cambion, half-human, half-demon. Castiel reveals that he is the Antichrist. He was destines to align with Lucifer and âWith a word.â destroy the forces of heaven. Afterword, Jesse disappears and is never seen or heard from again. I definetely thought that we would see him the last 2 seasons. Given that these were the biggest villians. A battale between him and Jack would have been so awesome. This is the biggest plothole for me. Heaven wanted Jesse dead and then they just forgot about him.
(g.)Jesus Christ. Where was Jesus? He was mentioned a plethora of times on the show, yet he doesnât get any reconigtion. Throughout the shows running time, different dieties mention him. Eve said in Season 6 â...And Then There Was Noneâ, to character Rick, âYou know that he was just a man.â In season 3, âA Very Supernatural Christmasâ, Madge and Edward Carrigan are Pagan gods. Edward tells the Winchesters, âAll of a sudden, this Jesus character is the new hot thing in town. All of a sudden our alters are being burned down and we are being hunted down like monters.â Even if He was just a man, he was still important to Chuck at one point. Wouldnât that make him a viable ally during this?Â
That is basically the main âissuesâ I have with the show. If anyone wants to discuss this, please feel free to share your thoughts. Love you guys and Carry on.
Sistaaaa you gone hate to see me coming but I have to ask!! Is bodyguard rio still employed? đ has he made moves that would otherwise terminate his contract yet? đđđ give us something, even the crumbs PLEASEEE
Oh Anony I love to see y'all coming! *kiss cheek* It's a joyđ
Now our beloved BodyguardRio is still very much employed. And he has managed to keep a halo above his head despite the horns showing on our Pampered Princessđ. There's more coming for them guaranteed. Shall we chat about it for a bit? Yes? YES!!
Maaaan! Sometimes I wish y'all would come off anon so I could come scream in your dms!!! There are details that can't be shared outside of The Coalitionđ
Okay! So! Rio has gone legit....but what if he hasn't? Rio has left the game,right?
What if this is just the new game? What if my brain says I need to let him embrace his villainy in a new way? What if my brain wants to build an entire AU off the back of canon?
And ummmm...*whispers loudly* What if it's a crossover?
*gasp* Did I say that out loud?
I can't say WHEN it's coming...but pretty much everything The Coalition wants, it gets sooooođđ„°đ
Warnings: Infidelity, cursing, angst, Bruce being a terrible husband and ex-husband
Found the truth beneath your lies
It wasnât the paperwork for the divorce that was hard. It wasnât the deciding what the alimony payments would be. It wasnât deciding who would get Damian every other weekend. Y/N found the hardest part to be moving out of the manor.
Of course, Y/N had become accustomed to having such a large home but this was also the place where she raised her children. This is where she watched Dick and Barbara leave for their first date. This is where Jason came home after being resurrected. This is where she watched Tim sneak out to meet up with Stephanie. This is where Cass attempted to teach Duke ballet. This is where Damian learned his love for animals.
Waiiitttt now I need you to write her letting âRioâ accidentally slip out and getting snatched up and bent backwards because he donât play that đ€đ„”
âRio, i donât give a fuck about shit you talking about right now!â You yelled back at him. You guys had been arguing all day, the littlest shit pissing the both of you off. You tried to walk off to the bedroom, but Rio snatched up by your arm.
âAye who the fuck you think your talking too?â His voice was laced with anger. You didnât answer or look him in his face causing him to give you a small shove against the counter. âYou donât got no mouth now? I said who are you talking too?â He asked you once again. He doesnât play that yelling or that Rio shit, so he wanted to know who the fuck did you think you were right now.
Rio chuckled when you still didnât answer him. âYea, you know better than to let that stupid shit come out you mouth again, donât you mama?â He turned you over and pushed your body down over the counter. âI donât know why you decided to play with me today mama, but since you acting out, imma show you ass.â
He pulled your skirt up, and yanked your panties down. He knows that pussy donât need no spit start, so he started rubbing the tip up and down your clit. You knew you were in for it, when he pushed inside you and gave you no chance to adjust as he started fucking into you. You knew he was fucking you rough for calling him Rio. He hates that shit. You call him either baby or Christopher. That Rio shit is for the streets and the streets only, not to come out his ladies mouth in the house he paid for.
You moaned as he beat your pussy up. He slapped your ass as his thrust didnât let up. âWhats my name?â He asked you.
âChris-â your moans got louder as he started to pound into you harder than you thought he could ever go. Your eyes and mind clouded with pleasure as you quickly found your release. You came all over him. He slowed down and hissed as he felt you tighten against him. âDamn girl, you gripping my shit.â
That didnât stop him though. He kept going, and kept going until all you could do was repeat his name. When he finally got his nut off, he got off of you and slapped your ass, Hard.
âWhatâs my name, mama?â He asked gently but firmly. All his anger was gone. He picked you up and started carrying you to the bedroom.
HOW DOES IT MAKE YOU FEEL â RIO [Summer Prompts]
A/N: I was debating between making this Rio or Manny based and usually I like to alternate but for this prompt it felt more Rio like đ so hopefully for my October prompts if I write for Mayans again Iâll probably write for Manny. Anyways! Hope you guys get a kick out of this as much as I did writing it.
WARNINGS: language & things actually got a little đ¶ïž towards the end which isnât normally my thing but I guess I got inspired đ Enjoy!
SYNOPSIS: Rioâs so productive he hardly gets a day where he can get enough rest inâŠwhat happens when you disrupt that over something so irrational? He swears he loves you but heâs also not putting up with your shit.
PROMPT IS FROM HERE & Iâm using: "what's the point of the blanket being on the couch if it can't be used?" "it's for show!" "oh for the love of god-"
<- check out my previous summer anthology writings here.
It just made sense for the weather to be cold or cool rather than as hot as Diabloâs breath. He wasnât made for hot weather and he couldnât get away with his dark attire in the hotter months either. Thatâs where you two deferred, you loved the heat over the cold any day so as soon as the first day of summer hitâŠyou seemed to glow more even when it wasn't golden hour.
You were outside way before the official day of summer hit because the warm weather was actually sticking around in Detroit and usually Rio was down for whatever, in fact he already booked a trip to Grenada in August (which his skin would probably regret as soon as yâall touched down in the West Indies), but for this particular outing felt like a waste of a time. A older Australian couple that the two of you became acquainted with when the two of you picked up the sport of pickleballâRio still liked tennis betterâinvited you two to celebrate their furbabyâs (a Chinese Crested) birthday.
Thats right a whole ass birthday party for a dog who was now widowed, you two attended the wedding just last year and the Chinese Crested, Harlowe was still dealing with the loss of their loved one so the couple thought a party would uplift his spirits. It was ridiculous what rich people got up to but you liked to entertain it sometimes.
For Rio? It was all about networking considering that the wife of the pair was a retired attorney and her husband owned a billionaire company. You knew it wasnât really a genuine friendship (more so out of convenience) they were the couple you mainly chatted with just to past the time when you all appeared at the same events. So the both of you didnât appear that disappointed when the husband called Rio up just fifteen minutes before the both of you were getting ready to leave telling you that they, âregretfully want to inform that their beloved Harlowe was not up for a party and rather a intimate gathering with just his parents.â
âDo you think theyâre still having something but much smaller and we got uninvited?â You asked, already stepping out of your heels when Rio came back into the bedroom to tell you the news.
Rio lifted his shoulders, âweâll find out if they did but I didnât want to go no way.â
âI know you didnât,â you laugh as you spin around motioning for Rio to help you out of your dress, thanks to a old shoulder injury that had you attending PT from time to time.
He pauses with his fingertips brushing against the nape of your neck, âwhatchu getting undressed for? You donât want to find other plans for tonight?â
This wasnât shocking, usually when plans got dropped the both of you always found something else to get into. It was rare for either of you to just take cancelled plans for what they were since the both of you stayed busy as a couple and separately.
âNopeâŠwe can stay in. Weâre hitting the gym in the morning anyway right?â
âI did say that didnât I?â Rio sighed while you laughed to yourself, knowing he would prefer doing his own workout at the park or even in the backyard of your contemporary colonialâwhen you were with himârather than at the gym.
He already had to put a few people in check for looking at you too long or even turning a friendly conversation into flirtations. Of course you loved Rio letting his protectiveness come out but you drew the line at him causing a few to lose their jobs when it was never that serious (to you). In this economy?! He even tried to persuade you into another gymâwhich was about an hour AND thirty minutes away from home but you liked the set up of your current gym and already made a few friends there as well.
Which is why he was putting in that work to get ownership over the building these past few months (which went from professional to lethal) but that was a need to know basis for you.
âUh huh,â you nodded holding the front of the now slumped cowl silk aqua dress, âI know you canât hang with me, so Iâll let it slide and you can enjoy your PTO.â
âThank you for your permission, mama.â Rio rolled his eyes playfully, which then proceeded to follow you as you disappeared into the closet by the bedroom door.
Rio leans against the doorway just watching you as you shoved into some loungewear.
âI think I washed these on the wrong setting, ainât no way these shrunk after only having them for a month.â You stated, pulling at the ends of your plaid boxer shorts with a huff.
Rio hummed, tugging his bottom lip into his mouth while he viewed the length of your legs in those shorts, ânahâŠthat ass is growing and itâs giving me and those shorts something more to eat.â
Throwing your head back with a shake of your head you sharply exhale through your nostrils in warning, âbehave.â
âItâs kinda hard to when you look like that.â He licked his lips, tempted to pounce.
âPlease, Iâll put you to sleep as soon as you get up in it.â You tease as you step to cradle your husbandâs face, âget some rest first honey and then weâll talk.â
Patting his cheek, you went to squeeze by him but Rio caught your wrist to gain your attention once more. Peering up at him, Rio let his eyelashes flutter as he took his time analyzing the shape of you which was part of the many reasons he loved you, âyouâre lucky I could use a few hours.â
You just smile at the heaviness in his raspy tone, leaning forward to press a kiss right to his plump and always moisturized lips. âIâll be downstairs deciding on bourbon chicken or honey pineapple salmon for dinner.â
Rio kept a straight face as he fought back a yawn but still nodded his head at your retreating form. It felt like as soon as you told him to take his rest, his body was underneath your spell and normally he liked having that effect on you more so but heâll fight you on it later.
What he hoped you didnt fight him on was taking a spot right on the couch to get these much needed hours in. He couldnât exactly hide it as the kitchen and living room were basically side by side in an open floor plan but once you got on the phone with your girlfriendsâŠthat Kiking was unstoppable and lengthy. Moments later it only took you placing the fillets into the oven, sides done and covered to keep warm, with you getting off the phone and finally glancing to your right to notice the lanky frame of your husband snoring on the sofa. His limbs were always too long for the couch in the living room, which is why majority of the time he spent time on the 2-piece sectional downstairs.
Thankfully Rio wasnât much of a snorer but sometimes when that sleep really hit? It came out and you knew he needed it. Rio was always sitting on ready regardless of his laidback but cardinial personality but you knew his profession as a, âbusinessman,â was anything but sweetâunless it came to counting the bag that is. You didnât get much into his business, always being the one to turn the other cheek until necessary.
The both of you shared words a few times at the start of your relationship when you became serious and found out that Rio had people (before Mick) following you. You were an artist with a successful art gallery, which contained half of your artwork along with other local artists, new and young, and you even had some imported from all over the world. Rio tried it with the import portion of your gallery once before but you shut that shit down and the both of you didnât speak for at least a weekâalmost two until the gym became his second focusâafter making things right with you. Take that how you will. At the beginning you didnât appreciate being followed and figuring out that Christopher had something to do with it after pulling out your own pieceâsomething you hated to do but you knew how to handle your own businessâRio tried to persuade you later on that it gave him comfort knowing that his men can keep a eye on you when he canât.
Some may have felt like that was a red flag (half of your girlfriendâs being the âsome,â but one of them always had something negative to say about anything you had going onâŠwhich is why you werenât friends at this point in time) but with a love so immense? And a career like Rioâs? You grew to accept it as a source of another security blanket since you didnât like to get your hands dirty. Having that kind of power where someone could do that for you? Was indescribable. Sure Rioâs methods of getting to the money may require things you didnât really agree with, you kept your own business clean just how you wanted but the way you felt about Rio was not something that could just vanish. You knew what his business entailed but you didnât need to see the grit of it.
So maybe you did get off just a little at your man having that kind of pull on these streets.
Somebody should sue oh waitâŠthey tried that and were part of a missing personâs report but that case was closed back in January.
You leaned against the white marble countertops, another small smile playing on your lips as it was your turn to watch your lightly snoring of a husband on the couch. He didnât even get the chance to turn the tv on to fall asleep to, another opposite of your relationship, he needed some noise while you preferred it quiet and no light. His ankles hung off the sofa, one hand crossed over his chest as he held onto his shoulder in slumber. It wasnât until you noticed the bright colored fiesta floral blanket pulled up and slanted underneath his chin that had you entering the living space.
You almost stopped your actions as you stared down at him in peace. You hated him watching you sleep and here you were doing the same but that didnât last long as you shifted the spatula in your hand.
SLAP!
The stinging Rio felt against his forehead jolted him awake. His lengthy lashes popped open, making him sit up some as he tried to figure out what and who just assaulted him. He blinked a couple of times, trying to focus his vision before he shifted his view to you and that teal silicone spatula.
A furrow appeared seconds later, hand going from his shoulder to rub at the spot in between his thick brows. âWhatâs goinâ on?â
His voice is groggy and you almost felt bad for slapping the mess out of him. Yet he should be thankful that you didnât slap the eagle tattoo right off the skin of his throat. The blood rushed to that spot on the center of his forehead but him rubbing at it only made it worse.
âI can ask you the same thing, why are you cuddled up with that blanket?â You motioned to the item with the cooking utensil.
Rio licked his lips, glancing down at the peach, orange, yellow, green, and navy blue blanket. He clears his throat, âWhatchu mean? Iâm sleeping and the airâs on.â
Not Mr. Cool needing a blanket when heâs the one who loved having the house set on: icebox where his heart used to be, Omarion needs to slide glide and collect his boy real talk.
âWhose fault is that? I told you it didnât need to be lower than seventy.â
Rio side eyed you a bit and proceeded to close his eyes again, ready to check out but you kicked at the cushion he laid against. Which made him sit up on his elbows, pinching the space in between his brows, âwhatâs good wit you? You think that makes sense to have the thermostat set on seventy when itâs damn near ninety out that front door?â
âYes. Itâs all about comfort.â
âThatâs what Iâm tryinâ to do with this blanket, thank you.â He went to plop back down, ready to pull the fallen object back over his shoulders.
You snatch it right off his body, âthis blanket isnât for you to get your drool on.â
âI donât drool and wait a minuteâŠdid you hit me with that? A used spatula? Youâre about to mess up my skincare and thatâs feelinâ a little disrespectful to me.â
You scoff as you proceed to fold the blanket how you previously had it tossed along the couch, âNo it wasnât used! You know me better than that and I know you take pride in self care. I wouldnât do you like that but itâs clear youâre disrespecting me by using this blanket that abuela gave to me.â
Rio felt his eye twitch as he exhaled his rising nerves, ââŠwhat's the point of the blanket being on the couch if it can't be used?â
âItâs for show!â You exasperated as you finished brushing over the fur of the oversized blanket.
Rio snorted, âoh for the love of almighty!â
You huffed with your hands on your hips, pulling your attention away from the blanket that was back to the way it was, âWhat?â
âBe real with me.â Rio jabbed a thumb at the direction of the blanket, âyou want me to believe that youâre being this extra over a blanket my abuela got you from fucking Marshallâs?â
You tilted your head to the side, âoh no you didnât, not you being uppity Mr. Serena & Lily.â
âI didnât even mean it like that.â
âNow youâre disrespecting Abuela!â You pointed at him accusing, âJust wait until she hears about this!â
âNah youâre not telling her nothing!â Rio latched onto the waistband of your shorts, yanking you right on the couch as you squealed feeling the air hit your lower back.
You elbowed him as you collapsed right on his lap, âare you trying to get me to moon you? Whatâs wrong with you?!â
He shushed you with a smirk, âThanks for confirming just what I needed to hearâŠâ his hands slip down your sides and towards your bare hips beneath the fabric, squeezing the sides of your ass.
âNo, we have beef now you pervert.â Your attempt to get off his lap was not working for you, at all.
His lips are at the space beneath your earlobe and the way heâs sucking on the skin is definitely leaving some tingles all over your body. Rio chuckles as he feels you shudder in his lap, âwhat beef? I think we should talk it out, donât you?â
He moves one hand from the side of your ass to travel up the valley in between your breasts, grabbing a hand full of the one on the left and his right. Your breathing is picking up now as Rio settles you both back against the couch and it isnât until you feel the plush of the blanket against your shoulder that you come back to your senses.
You pull yourself from Rioâs hold, snatching the spatula back to aim right at him in defense, âthat wasnât talking.â
âWell I disagree and thought it was until you rudely interrupted me.â Rio briefly rests his elbows against his knees as he sizes you up while you cautiously step back towards the kitchen, âyou clearly donât want me getting in that overtime of sleep anymore so I guess Iâm well rested enough to spend quality time with my wife.â
Rio has his eyes set only on you and he can visibly see you gulp at the distance you put between you. That feeds his ego enough, he sniffs as he pushes himself to his feet, stalking over you to pluck the spatula out of your hand and to slide it against the counters towards the deep sink. Rio towers over you, using his fingertips to grip your jaw firm enough to get your sight back on him. Quickly he latches onto your thighs, lifting you against the counter and making space for himself right in between.
His forehead is pressed against yours breathing you in as he yanks you right to the edge of the counter, his hands caressing the warmth of your upper thighs, âyou care about that damn blanket so much, I want your eyes to stay only on it while I sample my appetizer, you got that?â
A finger ran over your clothed center and you pushed your moan back down your vocal cords. The both of you were famous for your poker faces but eventually one of you would take it off of the other.
Your heart was pounding against your chest along with the adrenaline also running wild at the way Rio was looking at you, seeking to devour you while biting down on his bottom lip as he fought to keep his eyes on you and not on the increased rise and fall of your chest.
His hand snakes up to your throat, squeezing just enough to let you know what time it was, âI said, do you got that?â
You sucked your teeth, âI heard youâ
You started just for Rio to push you by the throat with the swiftness against the counter, other hand flying behind your head just in time to protect the back of it while your thighs instantly latched around his hips in alert.
He laughs a bit, âyeah I knew youâd like that shit,â as he lets go of your throat after turning your head to face the living room, right where your blanket sat then using both of his hands to nudge your thighs apart so he can leave you bare from your shorts.
Curiosity got the best of you as you tried to take a peek to see what your husband was up to. Usually he was the light sleeper but you didnât miss the sound of the pop of his lips, making you turn your head to see two damp digits.
âWhat did I say?â
Quickly shutting your eyes, you shielded them with a free hand trying to fight back a smile and still holding your âinnocence,â as you waited to open your eyes again.
âWait!â You called out, just knowing what was to come, ââŠcheck the timer for the salmon.â
Rio barely let the annoyance hit as he gazed over his shoulder to the clock on the stove, âten minutes left. Thatâs all I need for right nowâŠdesserts a different story.â
And with that being said you let his touch be felt in the most pleasing of ways, folding at the way Rio knew just what to do to set you right.
Sitting in the dining room, since you refused to sit at the islandâwhich Rio found humorous and promised he would cleanâyou canât be eating at everybodyâs house yâallâthe both of you sat face to face with you on the bench and Rio in the navy chair across from you.
He chewed on his last piece of fillet, hand underneath his chin as he stared at you slouched over a bit. His long limbs tapped against you underneath the table, watching you flinch as you pushed your shoulders back, which added to more of Rioâs amusement.
âWhatâs the matter?â He questioned, his dark eyes canât help but to falter down to your white tank top, âyou look cold and might need a blanket? Thereâs one not far from us actually.â
You scowled while he laughed grinning at you, âyouâre such a dick!â
âAnd you took it so well.â
A gasp fell from your lips while you tossed a folding napkin right towards Rioâs smug face, who snatched it before it could touch him. Leaving him to mockingly kiss his lips at you, âitâs all love.â
âWeâll see.â You chewed back a smirk but Rio can read you just by looking into your eyes.
Rio raised his brows, âThat a challenge? I can guarantee you we can make it happen.â
Rio loves leaving you a crying mess and talking you down from your high. His drive was hardly ever low but he thought it was respectable for the both of you to get some nutrients in before the full rounds started.
You held up a finger, grabbing your glass to chug the rest of the water, making Rio rest his cheek into the knuckles of his hand with a glint in his eyes.
âOkay,â you exhale, âbut itâs my time to set it off.â
Rio nodded his head ready for whatever you had in mind although heâs envisioning reverse cowgirl, âcool, no complaints on my end.â
âI bet,â you raise a foot to caress his lap, âCan help you back to sleep in some blankets that are actually meant for sleeping with.â
Rio groaned for two separate reasons of course, reaching one hand down to grip your ankle, âlead the way, mama.â
âNot until you do the dishes and clean the counter. I know how much you hate going to bed with a dirty kitchen and we ainât got shit to do soâŠget to it. Iâll be waiting.â It was your turn for some small payback as you hopped up from the bench, a glare crossing Rioâs features.
You laughed as you gripped his shoulders, leaning down to press your lips against his. The both of you tilted your heads just right as your lips battled against each other soon before you slipped your tongue against Rioâs. It was getting nasty again and he was ready to pull you right in his lap and let you do your thing right there but you pulled back with a bit of saliva between your lips.
âHurry up, Iâll be ready to take my own nap myself soon.â You wink at him before you quickly pulled yourself from his grasp.
Rio swallowed his own breathing down, hands rubbing at his wet lips first and then the tension in his jaw all while feeling the twitch below again. Looking at the dishes and feeling the pull towards you was another battle within itself. Usually he wasnât the clean up crew, he had people for that professionally and personally and as he started cleaning one dish he checked his own pocket to book a cleaning service for the morning. However he did take his time cleaning down the island, he wasnât that cruel.
And who needed the gym anyway when you had his heart pumping enough?
Warnings: smuttttttyyyyyy! Oral sex (male and female), unprotected vaginal sex, bodily fluids, choking, cursing, spanking, punishment, daddy kink, praise kink, overstimulation, rough sex, Rio being Rio. I think Iâve covered it all, but who knows itâs 1am on a worknight lol
Word Count: 4.5k (I really tried to cut it down, yâall)
Authorâs note: This is just pure porn, idk how else to explain it. Iâve been trying to will my brain to finish the Lemonade Album, but ya girl canât do anything but think about Rio. So here it is, the only thing I have been able to write in the last few weeks. Enjoy!
Iâm pretty sure I proof read this well enough, but again, Iâve been up for about 20 hours. Also, if it seems unfinished thatâs because it isnât đ
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âyou think i didnât want to be with you? i tried everything!â
âdo you still love me?â - âalways. iâve never stopped loving you.â
âTHE ONLY TIME I FEEL SAFE IS WHEN IâM WITH YOU.â
âyou gotta go.â - âthat is NEVER happening.â
âthank you.â - âyou never have to thank me ever.â
âafter i left here, why did you come after me?â - âyou know why.â - âsay it. i need you to.â - âYOUâRE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE. I COULDNâT JUST LET YOU GO. IT FELT LIKE MY HEART RIPPED- RIPPED ITSELF OUT OF MY CHEST AND WALKED OUT THE DOOR.â
âtheyâve taken so much from us. why give them any more? this hope that you have in the CRM, sacrificing yourself- itâs not real. we, your family, are real. iâm real. OUR LOVE? THIS? IT DOESNâT GET DENIED. no matter what you keep trying to tell me or yourself. and this-this back and forthâŠ. itâs hurting me rick. itâs making me become someone i donât recognize. youâre hurting me. and i know you. that is NOT how you love.â
âI CANâT LIVE WITHOUT YOU, WITHOUT YOU I DIE.â
ââŠat least if i think you will live on longer than me without knowing if you do, i can just believe that itâs true. knowing. seeing that loss? i canât. I WONâT SURVIVE THAT MICHONNE. I JUST WONâT.â
âWE CAN MAKE THIS WHOLE DAMN WORLD OURS IF WE WANT TO.â
The amount of people who donât have simple tag etiquette is crazy to me and itâs annoying and its always with the x oc writers with the x reader tag because they know its more popular and then complain when people say something about it like personally i could care less about alex d monkey and his love with nami or emily giyuu and how she has a harem of hashiras IDCđ
if you go on quotev maybe its just me the reader tag for a certain anime like one piece when i tell you the first like 5 pages filled top to bottom with x OC stories and you have to search for good reader stories like bsffr is it that hard? people who want to read OC stories will go to OC stories ,stop flooding other tags with unrelated things it makes it so much harder for the people who actually tag their fics right to get their target audience and vice vers. i dont want to search minimum half an hour to find something to read that im interested in to pass time
I thought I was the only one who was noticing this. I appreciate and respect those who write fanfic. But for me, fanfiction is for me to be a part of the story. That's why I don't really care for the OC stories. It kinda takes the fun out of in my opinion. So when I try to find "x reader", more often then not I get OC and it bugs the shit out of me.
So..... I've been on the hunt for some good, Rick x reader fics but I can only find ones with an age gap or taking reader'svirginity. Like I get it, it's hot. But I'm pushing 40 and it doesn't do it for me. Does anyone have in recs they could toss my way??
Michonne choosing not to tell Rick about RJ cause she knows he canât handle it at that moment. He canât handle knowing he missed the beginning of his sonâs life. The Rick in front of her couldnât handle knowing he almost gave up trying to get back to his wife, to his children.
Michonne can see that. She knows that man. So she reassures him that Judith is okay. Reassures him that they found one another and that they will get through this together.
That being said, the moment that Rick learns about RJ? that he has children waiting for him to come home?
EXCUSE ME!???!? Naaaah that was too good đ„” now I gotta know what was they arguing about? Whoâs in the wrong? (If you ask Rio itâs never him obvi)
Anony you know if they are fighting for real then it's toooootally Rio's fault and it's 8/10 about his work ethic. And this is sooooo not what I should be doing today but ....
Born from this -> X post
Rio has been working nonstop for the past week but yesterday after not checking in all day, he came home sometime after midnight, slept a few hours in the guest room and bounced before I got up.
No. I thought seeing his note on the counter.
He had left a short note about not wanting to wake me up, which normally would have been enough. But after a week of him wandering in and out at all hours or not coming home at all, THE AUDACITY of him to leave me with nothing but a trail of the scent of his cologne downstairs pissed me off so bad I threw all our rules in the trash, grabbed my keys and headed down to the warehouse.
Fussing to myself while I drove I called him twice but he didn't answer. This is bullshit! Mick was outside when I pulled onto the property like a speed demon, sliding on the gravel in an abrupt stop. He was at my door immediately with his phone already to his ear. He tried to slow me down, saying he would call Rio to come out but....
"Mick, dont say shit else! My husband is grown! Move!"
Mick is not a stupid man. Standing back he simply nodded in response, trailing behind me at a safe distance as I stormed to the side entrance.
I barely made it up the steps to the door when Rio came out barely making eye contact before turning me right back around. Jerking away from his arm around my shoulder, I hissed at him through clenched teeth.
"Get off me! What the fuck is going on?""
"Not here, mama," he snapped back, his jaw tight.
Walking past Mick, who was smart enough to keep his head down, I snapped at his Judas ass, glaring hard. "Really?!? What did you do...call him as soon as I hit the damn block?!"
Steering me toward his suv, Rio walked around to the passenger side. "Get in."
"No."
He chose not to look at me. Scanning the parking lot, his tone had lost all patience. "Stop playin' and get in the car, mama."
His opening the door to make it clear it was an order not a request, setting my teeth on edge. Getting in, I made sure to snatch the door out of his hand, closing it myself with a booming slam that I knew he hated.
My eyes tracked him as he walked around the front of the truck. Before he got in, he straightened his shoulders, rolling them back in preparation for my wrath. Once inside he took his time starting the vehicle and adjusting the a/c, matching my door slamming petty with his own. After a loud, impatient sigh from me, he shifted in his seat to face me. His posture tense, his face a blank slate.
"What do you need?"
His words may have been cordial but his voice was tight, tired... annoyed. Annoyed? Fuck that.
"Oh, am I bothering you?! You don't come home for 2 days, you don't check in at all yesterday and then when you do decide to grace our home with your presence - you have the nerve to crash somewhere besides our bed?! What the fuck is that?!"
Rio cleared his throat, looking out the window. "This bullshit coulda been handled with a call. You know not to come down here!"
He couldn't have said anything worse. I slammed my hand down on the dashboard, making him finally look at me.
"A phone call? A PHONE CALL?!? Since when did you start answering my calls again, Rio?!? Cuz last I checked, you don't fucking answer!"
"It don't matter!" He glared at me, his dark eyes glittering. His rasp was more prominent in anger and the thickness of it now told me I hit a nerve. Good. "You don't show up here!"
"Then don't make me look for you!"
"You need to stop trippin' over nothing! The only job you've got is to--!"
"Job?! MY JOB?!" I practically choked on the words. "So, what?! I work for you now?!" Flinging the door open, I put my finger in his face, hating the tears that were filling up my eyes. "Fuck that! And fuck you!"
"Goddamn it!" Rio snatched my arm before I could get out, reaching his long arm across me to shut the door. He was surprised that I struggled to get loose but he didn't let go. "You need to calm the hell down! Now!"
"NO! What you need to remember is that our house ain't a hotel! And I ain't some business connection, I'M YOUR WIFE!"
There it was laid out plain, whether I liked it or not. I was hurt and more importantly I missed my husband, my best friend. The seconds that ticked by seemed much longer as I watched his furrowed eyebrows slowly soften. His grip on my arm turned into gentle hold, with his thumb rubbing back and forth. I listened to his breathing even out which slowed my clanging heartbeat.
His eyes searched mine from under thick eyelashes. With his forehead resting gently on mine, he rasped out the only words that could even begin to make things right. "I'm sorry, yeah?"
When I kissed him, it wasn't to start anything but too much time apart lit us up like a tinder box. Seconds later I was cementing just who I was on his heart, loving the helpless sounds that poured out of him while his head was tilted back in pleasure and his hands were gripping my hair. It didn't take long before he moaned a warning and then stiffened, choking out my name in the middle of a string of profanities.
Smug was my middle name as he straightened his clothes, zipping up. Popping a piece of gum in my mouth, I cut my eyes his way. "I think that was a record."
His lazy smile warmed me to my toes, "Oh, you got jokes. Okay, woman. We'll see who's laughing tonight. You better rest up."
My earlier hurt still stung enough to keep me from taking his hint as a promise I could hold on to. Noting my hesitation to respond, Rio cupped my jaw to kiss me long and deep.
"Listen, I promise you...I'm comin' home tonight, aight?"
Summary: Issa Interlude, mama. Expect the unexpected.
Warnings: Profanity, angst, fluff, and drinking-little libation for the one, two.
Word Count: 1,700+.
A/N: My lovelies! My babies! Mamaâs back and I got a little sum-sum for ya! Letâs start this weekend with a little Rio and the crew, yeah? Yeah. I want to give so many thanks to all of you sweet lovelies who have been rocking with me this entire time. Most of you know that the past year and a half has been quite the struggle. To everybody who took time out of your day to come and check in on me, please know that Iâm appreciative and forever grateful to have connected with such amazing peopleđ„čâ„ïž. Thank you for all the sweet, hilarious comments and asks as wellđ. Iâm a little rusty, so be gentle with your girl. Enjoy my sweet babies. Before anyone asks, yes, Iâve been working on Pt. 4đđđ.
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Your body pressed down into the plush mattress as you reveled in the comfort and security of being home. Your mind replayed the image of your mom snatching the door open, the two of you hugging tightly, rocking side to side. You had spent the past week trying to survive final exams and warding off the many questions of, âWhatâs wrong, baby girl?â The woman who gave you life knew you all too well. Sensing that her youngest baby was struggling, her attempts to get you to open up over the phone went unanswered. With the semester complete, being home didnât leave much space to dodge the knowing gaze in her eyes.Â
That masterâs degree will probably be a waste of time.
The moment you pulled away from the hug, she cupped your chin, and your poker face cracked as the tears cascaded down your cheeks. Two hours later, you filled her in on everything from the stress of school, financial aid, working doubles, and the fresh crack in your heart that was taking its sweet-ass time to heal. All of which had only taken about forty minutes to stutter out. The talk and her comfort had left you wiped out, and just like any amazing mother would do, she sent you to your room for a nap and got to work on preparing comfort food.
You considered dozing off for a bit more rest, but your bedroom door flew open, bouncing off the corner of your vanity. Your eyes narrowed to mere slits as you started to curse your oldest brother out. His hand raising halted the verbal reprimand.
âAlenaâs big-headed ass is here to see ya mean ass,â he snarked about the woman who would eventually become his wife.
These two bitches are so in love. Itâs sickening. The attraction is so annoyingly obvious. Shit makes me sick to my stomach.
Before you could tell him you didnât want company, she was already in the doorframe. âUh-uh, bitch you are not about to dodge me for another two weeks.â With those words said, you had no choice but to give her a rundown of what had transpired. Not only had she forced you to divulge every last detail while the two of you hugged and cried together. She also took it upon herself to wiggle you into your best freakum dress and head out for a girlâs night.
Being the baby and the only girl in your family made for very over-the-top protective parents. The moment your father saw your attire, he wouldnât let up. He was hell-bent on forcing your brothers to chaperone.
It wasnât a horrible idea. Only you didnât like your independence challenged. Luckily, the older siblings were pretty chill, so long as no one was overly aggressive. They had taught you how to handle shit for yourself at a young age. You spent the first half hour in the club pouting and ready to go home to wallow in self-misery.
âHoe! If you donât fix your face, scaring off every good-looking man in this club!â
âTheyâll be alright, so long as they keep their distance. In case you didnât get the memo after our long talk. Men make my ass itch,â you growled, kissing your teeth.
âWhateva, you and that stank attitude can have a good time together,â she sassed, throwing up a hand and walking away from the bar.â
âWhere are you going? Alena!â
âIâll be back, damn! Let me go on and annoy them, fine-ass brothers of yours. Be nice, and donât bite nobody head off, sourpuss.â
âAlways thirsting after my blood, just triflinâ.â
With the flick of a middle finger, she sauntered over to their section. You could see the irritation rolling off them as she seated herself in the middle. The arguing started seconds later. Your eye twitched at the sight. Swinging the barstool back toward the liquor, you were about to pass the time scrolling through social media. Instead, a set of bronzed-colored, muscular digits came into view. They gently pressed your phone to the bar as the matching digits slid another lemon drop into view. Your eyes danced along those muscular fingers, trailing upward until they landed on one of the sexiest faces youâd ever witnessed. If any other man wouldâve done this, he wouldâve been set straight expeditiously. In this instance, ole boy was just too damn fine, and it left you on mute. The corners of his mouth lifted into a handsome smirk.
The stranger turned his barstool to get closer. One hand rested on the bar while the other cradled the back of your seat. His eyes roamed over your body, lip tucking between his teeth, matching you stare for stare. He chuckled when he noticed your quirked eyebrow.
âI donât mean to intrude on ya evening, but I figured you could use another drink.â
âIs that so?â
âCouldnât help but overhear your conversation with your friend. Iâm tryinâ to figure out why these men got your fine ass itching out here.â
Shit, he heard that? Floor, open up and swallow me. Thatâs so damn embarrassing.
As if reading your thoughts, he continued, âNothing to be embarrassed about, mama. Thereâs a lot of boys running around here pretending to be men. Who was crazy enough to fumble you? He gotta be the dumbest man on earth.â
As if on cue, said fumblerâs name popped up on your caller ID. With a swipe of a finger, the phone went silent. You turned back to your new admirer. He had signaled for another round of drinks.
âEither youâre a big spender, or the bartender is your connect,â you teased.
âConnect is one way of putting it. This my spot, darlinâ.â
He chuckled as you damn near choked on your drink.
âIâm sorry. Tend to put my foot in my mouth.â
âYou good. I like a woman whoâs not afraid to speak her mind. Dealing with me, you go to say it with your chest.â
âOh, so you plan to be around me beyond tonight?â
âAround, underneath, on top. We locked in, mama,â he insisted, licking his lips.
âI donât even know your name, fool,â you cackled at his cockiness.
âNameâs Rio, but you can call me Christopher, mama. My future wife needs to know my government name. Iâm putting my trust in you. Donât be tellinâ my business, sweetheart.â
âWho says Iâm checking for you, Rio?â
âYou accepted my company and drinks. Deep down, youâre intrigued by me. Ainât no need to hide it. When I see something I want, gotta go after it, mama.â he rasped, voice lowering to a panty-dropping level.
âYouâre trouble. I just know it.â
Rio planted both hands on your thighs. The gasp that escaped you lit his brown orbs with passion.
âCan I have your undivided attention for the night? Want to get to know you better, mama.â
Grabbing his outstretched hand, he helped you down off the stool.
âRioâŠâ
Piercing light flickered in the darkness, pulling you from the memory that played itself in your dreams. Your hand snatched the vibrating phone from the table. Your orbs squinted to read the screen, teeth clenching in frustration.
Fucking Rio, I canât even get away from him in my sleep. Stupid-handsome-asshole.
With a single tap, the phone rested on DND. You closed off from the world to find a peaceful slumber, only to wake from another dream. Throwing the covers back, you startled, feeling the bed dip. His cologne wafted through the air, and your eyes connected.
âWhy all the tossing and turning, amor? Hmm,â he rasped, hand trailing up your arm. His warm palm cradled the side of your neck, rubbing away some of the tension.
âSorry, did my restlessness wake you?â
âNo, querida. Iâve been up taking care of some things.â
âSame old Miguel. Everything business. Still donât sleep much, huh?â
His eyes crinkled with a small smile, but you could also see sadness. Itâs the same unhappiness thatâs always lingered, only now accompanied by sparks of anger and resentment. Your mind replayed his words in the elevator.
Whereâs your wife, Miguel?
She had other plans tonight.
The slightest mention of her had nearly sent his mood spiraling. You werenât privy to what was happening in his marriage but didnât want to pry. He would only reverse card uno your ass. Miguel would insist that you vent about your own life and frustrations.
âThank you for taking the couch,â you nibbled at your lip.Â
There was a hint of frustration and guilt lingering in your chest. Not being able to sleep without dreaming of Rio left you feeling conflicted. Part of you wanted to say to hell with loyalty. Being in such a vulnerable state had you craving to be held and cuddled, but regardless of circumstance, the two of you were very much married. Concern swam in the pools of his eyes. Miguel sensed the ongoing dilemma in your head, and his fingers gently cupped your chin.
âHey, talk to me. Whatâs all this,â he asked, tugging the lip between your teeth. âTell me what you need.â
âI canât,â you sighed.
âYou can, and you will. Look at me,â he insisted as your eyes locked.
âAnything you ask me. It wonât leave this room. You need me to hold you until sleep takes over, amor?â
Unable to verbally say it, you gave him a slight head nod. Removing his tie, watch, and shoes, he made it over to the opposite side of the bed. Miguel got right to it, not giving you time to overthink it. He pulled you into his chest, arms engulfing you in a tight hug.
âWere you having nightmares, cariño?â
âNo, just happy memories reminding me of the present painful ones,â you replied, voice filling with unshed tears.
âYou want to talk about it?â
Silence filled the room as Miguel continued, âWe donât have to ta-.â
His sentence cut short as he felt the tremors and your head burrowed into his side. Miguelâs heart cracked at the sound of the sobs falling from your lips. His arms pulled you further into him until there was no space left, and the palm of his hand rubbed at your head.
âShhh, youâre okay. Iâm here,â he cooed, leaving soft kisses on the crown of your head.
Miguel continued to whisper calming words. You cried until your head pounded, and sleep took over.
Hope you all enjoyed that little peak into how Rio pulled up on your girl for the first time. He saw something he liked, and he had to have youđ„°. Weâll just call this a vague moment of insight to upcoming events...if that makes sense đ. If you enjoyed please be sure to hit the love button, comment, and reblog. Spread the love my babies.
