“Oh my god.” For the second time tonight, you came on Rio’s tongue. He kisses your thighs, running his hands up and down your sides.
“Nah,” Rio laughs. “Not God, just me.” He jokes happily before kissing your clit, and chuckling at the way your hips jerks in response. “Need a minute?”
You nod and sigh, burying yourself into the pillows. Rio rises to his knees, “I got something I need to show you.”
“Mhmm,” you hum and nod your head, blinking your eyes to focus. His eyes stay on yours and he tugs his black shirt over his head. Your eyes find the new ink before he can even point it out. Your name, in small capitalized letters across the left side of his chest—over his heart.
You reach out and trace the small black ink with your fingers, entranced. “When did you get this?”
Rio shrugs and gives no more for an answer. He lowers himself to rest on his elbows, hovering above you. “You like it?” It’s a loaded question. You can see the anxiety behind the hard look on his face.
You don’t answer his question, only tug him down to kiss you. You press your lips against his and hope he can feel the love behind it, a kiss with no intention other than to share it with him.
Rio feels it in his chest, the way you wrap yourself around him in an embrace. The kiss turns to short pecks that turn back to lingering kisses. Your hands tug at his jeans and boxers. He doesn’t make you wait long before his pants and boxers are gone, bringing you back into his arms.
Rio teases you with the head of his cock, spreading your wetness over it. “You ready for me?” His voice sends a shiver down your spine and you nod, bringing him back into a kiss. Rio pulls away a bit, just enough to see your face as hips meet yours.
A smug smile tugs on his cheeks as you gasp and immediately wrap your legs tightly around his body. Rio rocks his hips back and forth, slowly pushing his full length. Your eyes roll back and you feel his lips against your neck. Rio chuckles, “Feeling good there, ma?”
“What do you not understand?” Rio’s voice was hard and his eyes were wild. “You go out, you call me. You see a movie, I wanna know where and when because you won’t be going alone. You want to go shopping? I’ll bring the mall to you. You want food? I’ll hire a chef. You are my responsibility.”
“I’m a person, Rio, not a child. I don’t need a constant bodyguard to go buy a new pair of shoes!”
“Yes you do!”
“I need some space!”
Rio falls quiet for a second before he chuckles, a mocking smile on his face. “You think this is a game? You’re my girl. The whole world knows that shit, and I’d never let them forget that.”
You roll your eyes and huff, turning away and storming to the kitchen. “Whatever, you don’t even care.”
Rio follows closely behind you. “I don’t? Everything I do is because I care about you!” This time he sighs and shuts his eyes, collecting himself. He chooses to think about you in his favorite moments, anything but fighting.
While he takes his own moment to himself, you pour yourself a glass of whiskey and toss it back before pouring another. When Rio finally opens his eyes again, he looks tired. “Mama, I have to keep you safe.”
“By sending me off with my own secret servicemen every time I leave this house? I just wanted to pick up some fucking shoes for Marcus. I would’ve been back in an hour!”
“A lot can happen in an hour,” is all he says.
“I just need to get his shoes, and you’re not going to stop me from going out.”
“I’m not stopping you,” he shrugs. “You just need to call me so I can send someone over to go with you.”
“I’m not a child and I don’t like to be treated like one.”
“And I’m your husband, and I’d like it to stay that way.” Rio sighs again, moving to lean against the counter and look down at you. “I can’t lose you, Mama, not you.”
Your voice is much quieter this time, “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I can’t take that chance.”
You look up at him, still annoyed. “I don’t want anyone else, Rio, all this isn’t necessary.”
“It’s not you I’m worried about,” he finally admits after a pause of silence. “I know how to make you happy, what you like to eat when you’re sad and when you want me to yourself,” the corner of Rio’s mouth tip upwards before falling again. “But you’ll never be safe, being with me.”
“Rio,” you sigh softly.
“I won’t lose you.” Rio shakes his head, banishing the idea out of her head. “And I’ll do what I need to do to make sure I don’t.”
Summary: Beth constantly flirting with Rio but well one day she will be taught different to not flirt with a married man.
Warnings: swearing, making out, ig?
Request: Yes / No
Proofread: Yes / No
Please keep in mind my native language isn’t English, so there can be grammatical or spelling mistakes :3
“Hey, Rhea’s gonna drop Macus over here, are you okay with that?”, the raspy but also calming voice from your husband rings in your ear. His arms around your waist and his head on your shoulder. “Sure it’s okay, I love this little man.”, you smile and turn your head a little bit to him. “Wait? You love him? My wife loves another man? I got competition oh man.”, you start to laugh and turn around in the arms from Rio and look into his dark eyes. “Nah, I love him like a son and you got no competition trust me.”, you kiss his cheek and smile at him. “Okay good, because I’m not sure I would’ve won against Marcus.”, you start laughing and lean your head against his chest. “God, I love you.” “I love you too.”, he whispers and hugs you a bit thighter. The quiet music that comes from the living room let’s you sway a bit back and forth while Rio couldn’t wipe the smile from his face. He loves you, you’re his everything and he wouldn’t do anything to let you go.
But then the comforting atmosphere got disturbed because of Rio’s phone. “Please ignore it.”, you mumble and shove your head further into his chest. “I’m sorry mama, I can’t. I’ll be right back, yeah?”, you nod and sigh while waiting for your husband to come back in the kitchen where you lean against the counter.
“Mama?” “Hm?”, you look up at him while he looks at you with complete sorry written all over his face. “I have to go handle something.”, for you it’s okay because why the hell wouldn’t it be. It’s his job but the thing that is bugging you is that to 90% it’s the housewife he has to meet up with. “With who?”, you ask and look at him, but you give him a smile not to give him the false impression that you’re pissed at him. “Elizabeth, or how you call her the filthy bitch.”, he cracks a smile while you chuckle a bit. “Would you mind if I come with you? I just wanna know why she’s constanly flirting with my husband.” “You don’t even have to ask mama. Put your shoes on I’ll wait in the car.”, you nod and do as he says.
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You sit on a desk which stands at a playground, your husband has one of his arms wrapped around your waist. “There comes the filthy little bitch.”, you mumble while you stare at the car which just parked infornt of you and while the strawberry-blond haired woman gets out of the car you observe every step she does. “Who’s that?”, she shouts to Rio. “I’m his wife.”, you shout instead of him and give her a smirk.
The two of them talk for maybe three or four minutes. And every now and then the woman gives you a glare, you can clearly see that she wants to be in that position that you have, and everytime she gives you that glare you snuggle a bit closer to Rio.
“So you get me my money back, you understand?”, she nods while he starts to chuckle. “I want to hear you fucking say it Elizabeth.”, he says in a stern voice. “Yes, I will get you your money back.”, she says and looks him in the eyes. “You’re excused now.”, he wanted to turn to you and say that you both can go now but you interrupt his movements. “Hey, I want to have a quick talk with her, okay?” “You got this mama?”, he looks at you while you just nod, you give him a quick peck on the lips. Rio gets up and walk to his car, when he’s in the car he looks at you and studies your features, while a smile creeps on his face.
“It’s Elizabeth, right?” “Beth.”, she ‘corrects’ you with an attitude while looking at you and smiling trying to be sweet. “Yeah, so you don’t mind me calling you Elizabeth because, you know, my husband calls you that too. I just want to make something clear, okay? Rio and I are together for six years and we are married two of them. If you think he would cheat on me with you, you must think highly of yourself. So let’s start with the first thing that’s bugging me. You looking at me like you wanna kill me, that’s completely fine to me but when you look at my man like you wanna undress him right here that’s a really big problem darling.”, while you say that you were standing up and slowly walking into her direction. Now you’re standing in front of her and lean a bit over so that you whisper in her ear. “Second if you’re gonna flirt with Rio again and I find it out or you know he tells me I make sure that you won’t see sunlight again sweetheart. And yes I know you’re a married mother of I think four children right? And I swear your children would be in good hands we don’t want them to grow old without an caring ad sweet mother, do we?”
You lean back and smile at her while her face is white, really white.
“It was so nice to meet you Elizabeth.”, you smile sweetly at her and go to the car.
“Woah, wha’d ya say to her mama?” “Nothing important just that she should step away from my man.”, you turn to him and kiss him on the cheek.
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“So when’s Rhea dropping Marcus of?” “She said in thirty minutes.”, he murmures against your skin as he lightly kisses it where your neck and shoulder meet. You take his head in your hands and kiss him, slowly but also passionate. “When was the last time we spent time together?”, he whispers against your lips while you smile. “Long time ago.”, you kiss him again and lightly push him down on the couch while you straddle his waist. His hands instantly are on your waist while your hands are on his chest.
But then the sound of the doorbell comes to both your ears and you start laughing while Rio just groans. “Come on darling, it’s Rhea and Marcus.”, you stand up and take his hand in yours. “I love Marcus but come on couldn’t she drop him of a little bit later.”, he groans and takes your hand.
You open the door and see Rhea with an excited Marcus in front of you. “Y/N! Papi!”, Marcus shouts and runs in the arms of his dad. “So how’ve you two been? We didn’t got the chance to chat a lot lately.” “Oh yes, you wanna come in?”, she shakes her head sadly. “I’m sorry I have to be somewhere but maybe when I get Marcus in a few days we can chat a little.” “That would be amazing Rhea. Have fun wherever you’re going.”, she smiles at you and you smile back. You love how you have a great realtionship with Rhea and that it doesn’t matter to her that you’re married to her ex-husband.
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“I love you Marcus.”, you kiss him lightly on the forehead and he smiles up at you. “I love you too y/n.”, he grins. “Sleep well honey.”, you whisper and turn the lights out.
“Do you love me too?”, Rio whispers in your ear while you turn around and hug him. “I love you so much Christopher. More than anything on the world.” “Good, because I love you more than anything on the world too.”, he kisses you, you kiss back.
I’m so fucking sorry if it’s bad ahhh, I just had to rewrite that because the first time I wrote that it kinda just was gone. And it’s so short I hate myself for that.
r e q u e s t e d
“Could you do a Blu x Chick!Reader where thr reader is one of Blu and Jewel’s daughters and she tries to learn how to fly and Blu is just teaching the reader several funny ways to fly and the reader ends up flying?”
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WARNINGS: none
Y/N = your name
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"Daddy, Mommy, I wanna fly,“ you pouted as you looked at Blu and Jewel.
"Oh, boy,” Blu muttered under his breath. You were the first of your siblings and the bird feared when the time would come where he would have to teach his kids how to fly.
"I’m pretty sure Daddy can help you with that,“ Jewel proposed, a glint of mischievousness in her eyes that only Blu seemed to pick up. The latter audibly gulped.
"Yeaaah!” you happily exclaimed as you turned towards Blu, “Daddy, you’re gonna help me fly, right?” You looked at him intensely and the blue-bird couldn’t find in himself the strength to say no.
"Sure,“ he sighed, ignoring the silently giggling Jewel behind him.
"Okay, so, to fly, you need to feel it in your heart, to feel as if you are one with the sky. To some, it comes easily, and for… others, it takes some time,” Blu explained as you carefully listened.
"But, how do we fly, Daddy?“ you asked, slightly tilting your head to the left.
"Well, there is many way,” the bird smirked as Jewel, who was watching from afar looked rather confused.
"There’s The Unsynchronized!“ Blu exclaimed as he flapped his wings in a non-synchronized manner as he jumped from the rock he was on and quickly fell to the ground ungraciously. You bursted out laughing. He rolled around and got up.
"That doesn’t really work, doesn’t it?” he asked with a smile. “No, it doesn’t,” you giggled.
"Let’s try another then, The Chicken!“ Blu said as he retracted half of his wings back on themselves to form littler wings.
He then proceed to step forward while flapping his wings and making jerking motions with his head as if he was a real chicken. You laughed at his ridiculous tries: "Daddy! That won’t work! Chickens don’t fly!”
Blu stopped. “You’re right. Dummy me!” he face-palmed as you giggled beside him.
This continued on for a little while, Blu finding many funny ways to try to fly and you joined in. Jewel watched on with an happy smile as she took care of your brothers.
That’s when you tried simply flapping your wings. You tried as hard as you could. ‘I can do it, I can do it, I can do it!’ you repeated in your head on and on.
Suddenly, you took off, with Blu and Jewel watching in awe as you lifted off the ground and went up in the sky. You quickly landed back beside your father.
"Daddy! I can fly!“ you exclaimed with a shock expression as Blu took you in his wings and spun around. "You can fly!” he stated incredulously as Jewel and your siblings joined you with happy smiles.
“Hey mama.” Rio’s voice brings your head out of the fog. You blink down at him and he met your gaze with a smug smile. “You aight?”
Before you can respond his mouth lowers back between your thighs. Rio’s eyes stay on you as your eyes roll back and his tongue swirls around your clit. He runs his fingers over your slit and hums at the whimper he hears from you. Rio’s licks turn sloppy and his eyes flutter shut, his fingers plow into you.
You squeeze your eyes shut and ground your hips into his tongue chasing your high. Rio moans around your clit in motivation, sucking softly. Your clit is practically buzzing with need as your hips buck harshly against Rio’s mouth and fingers.
Rio watches closely as you come undone, moaning and toes curling. He smiles against you but doesn’t stop, he helps you ride out your high and he almost enjoys it more than you do.
As you settled into the sheets, sighing softly, Rio began kissing his way back up your body. “Hey.” He brushes his lips over yours, “How you doing, mama?”
“..mhmm…” You hum happily and pucker your lips in search of his.
Rio pulls back a bit with a soft chuckle. “Nah hold on,” he lowers his mouth to your neck and presses soft kisses against you. And another under your ear, a third on your cheek, and the forth on the corner of your mouth. “You feeling good, ma?” Rio smiles at your nod as you look up at him, drawing circles on his shoulders. “Think I can do it again?” The glint in Rio’s eye sends you into a fit of laughter. “What you laughing for?” Rio asks in a stern voice, but there’s a smile on his face.
Rio doesn’t look away from you as he patiently waits for your laughter to subside. “Come on, ma,” Rio lowers down to kiss your neck again, making his way back down, “I think you can do it.”
A smile returns to his face as he slips his fingers between your slick folds and his mouth returns to sucking your clit.
Rio sat patiently awaiting your arrival. The movie was cued up as well as a warm dinner he had just picked up and some wine poured out for you. Marcus was off at Rio’s grandmother for the weekend.
He sent a text to Mick that he’d be away from his phone for the weekend and to call his emergency phone if something couldn’t be fixed without him. By the time he puts his phone down he hears your keys turning the lock.
A smile pulls on his face as you swing the door open and reveal your tired after-work face. Your eyes take in the scene in front of you and your lips turn upward as you bite back a smile. “Chris,” you kick the door shut as he rises to meet you halfway.
“Hey mama,” he greets you, pressing his lips to yours. “Let me take these from you,” he takes your bag and keys from your hands. “Why don’t you relax with me for a bit and then we head up to take a bath?” He smirks. “We might have to get clean after, but it will definitely be relaxing.”
You let out a hearty chuckle and wrap your arms around his waist. “Have I told you how much I love you?”
“Hmm, not today.”
“Well, I love you so much so that we can skip dinner and head up to our bath first.” Rio sees the shift in your eyes and he sets your things down and leads you to your bedroom.
“Anything to help you unwind.”
Rio had you pressed against his bare chest in a mess of bubbles and water. “This is lovely,” you hum happily and let your head fall into his neck.
Rio chuckles. “Happy to hear I could help.”
“Could do something else to help,” you turn your head and kiss his lips which he greedily returns. Rio slips his tongue into your mouth as his hand reaches to grope your breast.
His hand trails lower until he finds your clit. “Mhm,” you moan into his mouth.
“That feel nice, ma?” He doesn’t wait for you to answer, instead slipping two fingers between your folds.
His other hand reaches around the other side of you, taking over on circling your clit. Rio’s fingers pump in and out of you, with his other hand picking up speed to match pace. “Rio,” you gasp.
“How you doing, mama? Feeling good,” it isn’t a question. He knows exactly what he's doing.
“So good.” Your voice comes out breathy. “Take me to bed.” Rio didn’t need to hear you say it twice. He only chuckles and leads you out of the tub and back into the master suite. Rio kisses a trail from your lips to your cunt.
“Mind if I have a taste?” Rio doesn’t wait for you to answer to start stroking himself, attempting to relieve the ache. This was for you, not him.
You nod eagerly. “Please.”
The next sound to come out of your mouth is a loud moan as Rio’s lips attach to your clit, sucking. His eyes stay on you, watching your every moan and gasp as your chest rises and falls at a quickening pace.
Rio’s hand is still harshly jerking himself, moaning into you. “This is all mine, right mama?”
“Yes, Rio!” He can’t help but grin as he lowers his mouth once more.
Rio loved you like this. He loves you all the time, but in this moment, when you’re sprawled on the bed before him—he loves you most. Legs spread, face and chest coated in a thin layer of sweat, and every part of your body responding to his.
He rocks his hips into you. “That feels good, mama?”
“Amazing,” you croak out.
Rio smirks and lowers his lips to latch around your nipple and swirl his tongue around. Every moan and staggered breath out of your mouth encourages him, edges him closer.
He can feel you soaking and gripping him and he groans. “This shit is so fucking good, ma.” This time you smirk through your breaths.
The quirk of your lips dies quickly when Rio hits your G-spot. “Fuck,” you gasp. “Rio, I’m close.” You can feel every nerve in your lower body, moaning loudly.
“Yeah? Cum on this dick.” Rio’s thrusts pick up in pace, his eyes staying close to your face watching the moment you come undone around him. The sight of you alone brings him over the edge and he buries his head in your neck, sucking harshly on the skin.
Forgiving Rio was hard. You couldn’t fault him for his past, because everyone, even you, had baggage. But when that baggage comes knocking and asking for a job—and Rio complies—you can’t help but feel a bit annoyed.
But still, you tried to be understanding, maybe this was just the kind of thing that girls with criminal boyfriends deal with? Still, he made you feel about this small when he couldn’t bother to stop Beth’s shameless flirting and lingering touches. So, you packed a bag and left. And then stayed gone.
Rio got nothing more than a short two minute phone call explaining that you were done, why and to never speak to you again. He didn’t think you were serious. Yeah, he could admit that he fucked him, and he fucked up bad—-still, he didn’t think you’d ignore him for this long.
Rio sent flowers to work and your new apartment. He had Mick tailing you everywhere, fixing any problem or issue to come into your path. He complies with your choice to cut him off, verbally anyway. Rio didn’t contact you once, no letters or calls. Mick followed you at a distance, giving you some semblance of normalcy. He doesn’t go near you.
He sends food from his grandma, all your favorites because he didn’t want you to miss out on them because of him. Sometimes his grandmother even calls to invite you over, promising that Rio wouldn’t be in attendance and she has been true to her word since.
It took six months before Rio snapped. He decided he was done sitting around and waiting for you to give him the chance to earn your forgiveness, he’d go find you and get you back before that idea even crossed your mind.
Rio opted to go without any gifts, but with groceries. He wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t nervous, he was nervous, finger shaking anxious. It took him five minutes of almost knocking your door before he actually knocked on your door.
The following fifteen seconds were the longest fifteen seconds of his life. Not that any of it mattered when you opened the door, and Rio was shocked into silence while looking at you. It wasn’t that you had changed since he last saw you, it had just been so long since he actually saw you.
You tucked your hair, which was still wet from the shower you took before dinner, behind your ear. You were in leggings and a hoodie, comfortable and beautiful. “Hey,” he finally spoke.
“What are you doing here Rio?” He winced. Rio. He wasn’t expecting an endearing greeting per se, but a Chris would’ve been better than nothing.
Rio racked his mind for his reasoning to break her demand of separation. The weight of the bags in his hands sucked him back to reality: he has to win you back and actually talking would be a good start. So he lifts the bags, “I was hoping I could cook you dinner.”
You don’t answer, just lift your eyebrows at him in question. Did he really think you’d just forgive him? Finally, with a small huff and all the attitude in the world you answer him, “You must have confused me with someone else.” This time Rio’s brows lift. “I’m not one of those soccer moms you boss around like trash, Rio. I was your girlfriend and I expected you to treat me as such, with respect and as your equal. And if you think some ass kissing, major stalking, or any of this other nonsense is enough without even actually apologizing—” you took a breath— “-then you got another thing coming.”
With that said, you slammed the door shut in his face. So he tried again the next day. This time, speaking the moment the door swung open. “I’m sorry.” Rio sighed softly. “I ain’t mean to hurt you like that, you’re more important than some old side piece. Business aside, I’ll have Mick do all the drops and have someone else meet with them if they need something,” He promised.” You don’t say anything and he takes it as his chance to continue.
“I brought food again. I owe you dinner, and so much more. Please, mama, give me the chance to earn your trust back.” You stared up at him for some time and Rio’s heart dropped lower and lower with every passing second. Just as he was about to take a step back and apologize, you turned around and walked back inside—leaving the door open. Rio smiled at the empty space where you had stood and quickly followed behind.
