Bre’s Boys Preference: Headrush

Oh boy, oh geez… I have no excuse except that I WARNED ya’ll I was gonna do this. PLEASE comment and let me know what you think. Also, these are pretty decent lengths, and I’m kinda proud. Anyway– lemme know what you think about this one! Bye!

(No Nick; I couldn’t get into it for him, sorry!)

Headrush definition: a sudden feeling of intense pleasure or euphoria

warnings: STEAMY, all smut, creampie, unprotected sex, anal sex, oral sex, dirty talk, orgasms, biting, dick sucking, squirting, hints of yandere behavior

Billy Russo: It was always the last orgasm that had Billy’s head swimming with pleasure. He took great pride in his ability to cum again and again with little to no rebound time; Billy was a soldier, a Marine, a sniper,so he had incredible control over his body. And yours. The first time he came in the session, Billy came on your stomach, grinning at the sight of his glistening cum on your soft skin. He leaned over, his long fingers stretching over your flesh, spreading his seed over you like a lotion, rubbing himself into your skin. The second time, he came on your ass before quickly flipping you around, sticking his dick in your mouth, and cumming down your throat. The last orgasm he got as you rode him. Billy sat back, dark eyes trained on you as you bounced on top of him. Your breasts were jiggling up and down in a blur of movement, and his hands gripped your thighs hard. He wanted to see his fingerprints on your skin later. You were moaning loudly, so prettily, and Billy arched his hips, groaning when he felt you clench around him in response. He knew what was coming next. He felt the tightness in his balls first, the telltale trigger before he bust. His hands, far from gentle, lifted from your thighs to slap down on your hips as he took control of the pace. Billy enjoyed lifting you up from his dick, leaving the tip in before slamming you back down over and over again until the room was filled with the sounds of your desperate moans, Billy’s deep grunts, and the wet slapping sound of your body on his. His eyes were still open, watching you, even as he felt the shift in his perspective. He was cumming, he was cumming again, inside of you, and fuck, it felt good. “Shit,” he hissed out, his head falling back against the pillows, “shit, fuck….” He felt himself twitch inside of you, still cumming, and he sighed. This was it. This was the best fucking feeling in the world. He watched as his cum started to leak out of you, dripping down onto his cock, still seated inside of you, and he felt his brain go fuzzy with pride. You were his. His. Only he could have you like this, only he could claim you over and over again and again like this, like he’d just done. As you trembled and shook above him, Billy reached out and pulled you down onto his chest, holding you close. You were his. Only his. And he’d be damned if he let anyone take you away.

Logan Delos: Logan would never tire of fucking you. God, it was like every fucking time was the first time. You always surprised him, no matter how well he knew you, no matter how well versed he was in the language of your body, you always found a way to make things new and exciting for him. Logan had you on your knees with his dick in your mouth and his hands on your head, dictating how deep and fast you took him. He liked to change it up, to go from fucking your throat so fast, there were tears in your eyes to slowly pushing his whole cock in your mouth, grinning as you gagged at the thickness. He had started this round talking a lot, telling you how pretty you were and how sweet you looked when you swallowed his cock. He’d made a point to compliment the fullness of your lips as you took in the fullness of his cock down your wet, warm throat, and it was as he was pulling out, playfully slapping your cheek with his drenched cock, that you said the words that took him over the edge. “Fuck Logan,” you gasped, and Logan felt a thrill go down his spine at the brokenness of your voice. He did that. He probably bruised your goddamn throat… “Logan,” you were holding his dick now, kissing it as you spoke, “you can do anything you want to me.” Logan closed his eyes and reminded himself not to cum yet. When he opened them, you were staring up at him with those pretty, innocent eyes. But he knew the truth. “Anything, huh?” He asked, taking hold of your head and pushing it forward, helping you swallow his cock, “So I can fuck your face, sweetheart?” You nodded, and Logan both felt and heard you inhaling through your nose, preparing for him. Fuck, he loved how willing you were. “What if,” he continued, pulling your mouth off of him with a “pop” as he thumbed at your swollen bottom lip, “I wanna put a plug in your ass and fuck your pussy till I’m empty?” “Yes.” He grinned, “You’d let me do that? What if I want to fuck you in the ass?” Your eyes fluttered close, “Yes, Logan, please…” Logan was done for. You were too good, too perfect, he could hardly believe you were real, and you were real.He took hold of his cock and pumped it, pushing it against your open lips. “I want you to swallow,” he said, and you did. You did because you were a good girl, hisgood girl, and Logan wouldn’t have it any other way.

Jax Teller: There were many, many things that Jax loved about you, but it was the way you looked when you took it up the ass that ruined him for other women. There were no other women anymore, just you. And you were more than enough. Jax had you in the classic face down, ass up position; they were throwing a party downstairs, so you didn’t have to worry about keeping it down. No one could hear you two over the music, so Jax was able to indulge in your moans and whimpers and cries, and fuck–you almost sounded as good as you felt. Almost. He had both hands on your hips, pulling you back to him slowly. Jax loved this, loved feeling the way your tight asshole curved around him, loved the breathy cries that came out of your sweet mouth as you rubbed your cheek against the cool sheets, deliciously full. He grunted as he continued pulling you back, grabbing handfuls of the soft, fatty globes of your ass. His rings pushed indents into your skin, and his mouth fell open when he felt himself push in another inch. He liked taking it slow; he had prepped you properly, of course, ate your pussy until you begged him to fuck it, fucked it, made you cum, and then used it for lube as he ate your ass, but he still liked to take his time. Your ass was so tight, and Jax was so big, so the stretch, fuck,the stretch was incredible, it was like nothing he had ever felt before, nothing either of you had felt before. And yet, that was the case every time he fucked you in the ass like this. It was always unbelievably unique, every time. Jax opened his eyes when he finally felt his pelvis bump into your ass; god, he was stuffed inside you so tight, Jax thought he could die then and there happy. It didn’t take long for him to start to move, and then he was fucking your ass, hips slamming into your bouncing ass as you moaned against the bed. Jax could feel his orgasm building, feel the rush in his dick, head, and heart, and he opened his eyes to look at you. His dick was absolutely packed in your ass, and he lifted a hand to smack it down against your asscheek, and then, fuck, you were cumming, and he was cumming, inside of your asshole, spreading your asscheeks so he could get in as far as he could. Jax stayed there, pressed against you, for another minute before he pulled out, chuckling at your whine. He watched his cum drip out of you and onto the bed, leaving a wet puddle beneath you. Smirking, he reached out and smacked your ass again, chuckling again at your gasp. “Jesus Christ, sweetheart,” he leaned down to kiss the center of your back, “I love you…”

Coco Cruz: Coco had never considered himself a morning person until you. He had been an early riser, yes, but not necessarily a morning person. But then he discovered how pliable and sweet and eager to please you were first thing in the morning, and Coco was hooked. He had your head in his lap, sucking his dick as he fingered you lazily. Coco had woken you up with kisses that had turned into you, voice nearly a whisper, soft from sleepiness, saying to him, “Can I taste your dick, baby? Please?” And how could he say no to that? Coco sighed as he watched you; your eyes were closed as you took him in, one hand wrapped around his dick, stroking the length of him while you sucked on the head like a lollipop, and your other hand was cupping his balls, gently but firmly rolling them around in your little hand like you knew he liked. You were always eager to please Coco, but your dedication to the task always seemed different early in the morning. You were more submissive, and god, it drove Coco crazy. He grabbed a handful of your hair, forcing your head up, and he could have cried with the way you looked at him. There was nothing but love and devotion in your pretty eyes. Shameless, Coco dragged you up to him, kissing you deeply. He rolled on top of you, tongue swirling around in your mouth, and mentally wondered how he got so fucking lucky. “You feel so fucking good, huh,” he gasped, grabbing your thigh and lifting it, opening you up for him, “Fucking sucking me so goddamn good. Almost fucking came, baby,” he kissed you again, this time harder, fiercer, humping against you, his dick was hard as a rock and wet with your drool and his precum, and Coco groaned, annoyed, when his dick slipped away from your soaking pussy. “So goddamn wet. Just from sucking dick. Sucia,” he grinned, kissing along your jaw, “Gonna let me cum in you?” “Yes,” you answered, nodding as Coco continued to tease you, “Yes, baby, yes, cum inside me., please, please, please!” Coco didn’t need to be told twice. He slid into you quickly, all the way, and you both gasped as he filled you. Coco had you cumming immediately, and that alone was enough to have his head swirling with emotion. He came too, grunting as he slammed into you two, three, four times as his cock drained itself inside your pulsating walls. He laid on top of you, resting his forehead against yours, and smiled. “Hey,” he whispered, bumping his nose against yours, “I fucking love you, baby. I love you.”

Angel Reyes: Every time he heard the click of the polaroid camera, Angel swore his dick twitched. He could feel the wet spot on his boxers, could feel his dick, hard and leaking, straining against the black cotton. He was aching to touch himself, or more accurately, to have you touch him, but the wait was necessary. Angel sighed, content, as he looked over at you. You were naked, on your back in his bed, legs spread wide, so wide that he could see how wet you were. There were photos littered all over the bed and floor, as well as discarded boxes of film. Angel made sure he didn’t miss a moment. “You are so goddamn perfect,” he sighed out dreamily. “Angel,” you whined, gripping your knees and spreading your legs wider; Angel got the message. He handed you the camera and dove in, his lips wrapping around your swollen clit as he stuck a finger inside of you. You were still so tight; it took a while to get you loose enough for his dick, but Angel didn’t mind. It gave him more time to worship you like you deserve and please you like he needed. You were moaning, both hands in his hair, as Angel ate you out. His dick was weeping pre-cum, and Angel had to hump against the mattress for even a bit of relief as he lapped at your delicious pussy. He heard the camera click above him and grinned; you were taking pictures like the good girl you were. He couldn’t wait to see them later, look back at the images of him touching you, holding you, eating you, and soon–fucking you. He wanted to feel your mouth, but he didn’t have any more patience to wait. Angel made you cum twice with his mouth before he sat up, taking the camera and pointing it downwards, taking a picture of your waiting pussy. He grinned down at you, “Before…” Angel pushed into you, your legs opening up eagerly as you took all of him. Angel loved stretching you out, he loved how your pussy would quiver when he fucked you; you had told him that he was by far the biggest man you’d ever been with, and you hadn’t been lying. Your mouth was open, a deep, wordless moan working its way from your core as you shivered beneath him. Angel took the next picture; a perfect polaroid of his thick, veiny dick inside of you, stretching you open like a pro. It didn’t take long for him to cum, overwhelmed by the intense feeling of joy that came from fucking you. He came a lot, pumping you full before pulling out and releasing the considerable last of his load on your stomach, painting you in his cum. The resulting picture he took stays in the back of his wallet and the front of his memory every single day.

Miguel Galindo: You were intoxicating. You were an addiction. You were perfect and precious and priceless, and you were all his. Miguel was draped on top of you, as close as can be, watching you as you came undone on his cock. He had already made you cum three times already; once on his tongue as you rode his face, then again when he fingered you, and a third time when he turned you around and ate you from behind, leaving a particularly harsh bite on your left ass cheek just because he can. Now he was on you, inside of you, memorizing the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head and how your sweet, plump lips fell open as he rocked against you. Miguel held your hair in his hand, keeping your face towards him, nose to nose with him as you shuddered and sighed underneath his hard, firm body. His other hand was gripping your hip, and every few seconds he would swipe his thumb against your heated skin. God, Miguel could watch you like this for hours. You were so utterly broken, so drunk on him, it made him feel like a fucking king–no, like a god. He was the one who made you feel this way, he was the one who you allowed to see you like this, to feel you like this. He was the one you belonged to. Miguel eyed you softly, even as his dick pounded into you, making you claw at his back in ecstasy. His mouth was only inches from yours, and he leaned in closer, breathing in your desire and swallowing your sweet, breathless moans. “Say my name,” he growled, the hand in your hair going to grip your jaw, gently shaking it so your eyes would open and land on him, “Say my name, mi amor. Tell me how good I make you feel.” You obeyed instantly, as he knew you would, and Miguel closed his eyes as you sang his name, “Oh, Miguel, fuck, fuck Miguel, yes, Miguel–” you were chanting his name now, over and over and over, and oh god, Miguel could feel your pussy clenching around him, and then he was cumming, he was cumming inside of you, hot spurts of cum releasing deep inside of you and raining down your warm walls. The way you said his name had Miguel shaking, it had him weak, it had him desperate. He needed you, he needed to hear you say his name like that for the rest of your lives. Slowly, he kissed you, his tongue moving against yours. He didn’t want to pull out yet. In fact, he wouldn’t. Miguel smiled against your lips; you were still muttering his name as your orgasm subsided, and he was determined to get you screaming it again.

Johnny Tuturro: Johnny could fuck you 100 times a day, and still want more. He had lost count of how long the two of you had been like this, wrapped together, rolling around in bed. It’d been a couple of hours, at least. You swallowed his dick after dinner, underneath the table while Johnny watched until he came. You had licked it up, cleaning him with your tongue, and Johnny had thanked you by picking you up, placing you on the table, and having you for dessert. He’d started with his face between your legs, getting those sharp cheekbones of his wet as he shook his head from side to side, making sure to taste every last bit of you. He had laughed, smacking your thigh, when you came. But he wasn’t done there; Johnny had turned you over, positioning you on the table on your stomach, legs spread, ass up, as he ate you from behind. It wasn’t long before he had been taking his clothes off and pushing into you, making you push up off of the table. Johnny wasn’t sure how long he’d had you on the table, but he didknow that you came twice before he was pulling out, picking you up, and tossing you on the couch. You rode him there, and Johnny had kissed and tweaked at your nipples as you bounced on him, telling you how fucking pretty you were. And God, you were. Your hair was a mess, your lips were swollen from kisses and his dick and from biting–both your bites and his–you were beautiful. He had almost cum on the couch, so he turned you over and had you ride him reverse cowgirl for a while, reaching around to pinch your nipples until he had you squirming on his dick, cumming again. Your legs had turned to jelly then, so Johnny had picked you up and carried you to bed, where he kissed you softly and slowly while he touched you all over. Johnny loved kissing you; he sucked on your tongue as he groped your breast, and all it took was two skilled fingers curling inside of you to have you cumming again. And then he was inside of you again, and he was calling you baby, and you were mewling and gasping and moaning, and Johnny felt your pussy damn near suck him in, and he knew what to do. He took two fingers, the same two that had just made you cum, and strummed them on your clit. He grinned, hips still slamming against yours, as he watched you howl with pleasure. You screamed his name out, and Johnny nearly sobbed when he saw the tears streaming down your cheeks. You were such an angel, you were crying. You were cumming and crying on his dick, and then–oh!You were exploding, suddenly Johnny’s dick and fingers were drenched, the sheets were drenched, and Johnny fell on top of you, toes curling as he emptied himself inside your dripping pussy. Neither of you spoke for a while, you just held each other, and Johnny closed his eyes as he cuddled against your heaving chest. Soon, he would get up and clean you up, take care of you. But for now, he was happy to float in time with you, still inside of you, warm and loved.

Rio: “Fuck,” Rio groaned, his voice deep and low in your ear, “That’s so fucking good, ma.” He was on top of you, hands on your ankles, keeping you wide open for him as he broke you with his dick. Your eyes were closed, Rio knew he had lost you to the ecstasy long ago when he first started working you over. He took his time with you, kissing you deeply while gently caressing your curves, holding you in his lap, both of you fully clothed, for what felt like long, torturously delicious hours before he had slowly started to undress you. Rio treated you like a gift, unwrapping you with great care, those long, talented fingers teasing and pleasing you mercilessly, brushing against you here, rubbing against you there. His kiss had worked its way down from your mouth to your neck and collar as he cupped one of your breasts, and you balanced yourself in his lap, one large hand of his gripping your ass–still covered by your underwear, as he kissed you senseless. Rio could feel you melting against him, could feel you becoming weakened from his touch. Still kissing you, he leaned forward, lowering himself on top of you as you laid on your back. You were naked save for your underwear, and he slid them off of you easily, taking a few extra minutes to finger you, smirking into your mouth as you moaned against him. You were soaking wet, his fingers were coated with your juices, and he knew there was no need for any more foreplay. He had to have you now. And so he took hold of your ankles, spreading your pretty legs wide so that he could look down at the glossy mess that was your pussy, all for him. It was almost enough to make him bust early. Instead, he slid inside of you and dedicated himself to making you as needy for him as he was for you. Rio loved having you like this; he watched your tits bounce as he fucked you, and he could hear the wet, slick sound of him pushing in and out of your pussy with each thrust. You were so wet, so good, Rio cooed when he noticed you trembling. “Oh, yeah, mama, yeah,” he praised, “that’s fucking it. Got your body shakin’ like it’s supposed to,” he leaned down, kissing at the side of your face, releasing his grip on your ankles to hold you close to him. His eyes were glued to you, watching the way you came undone because of him. “Give it to me,” he whispered, his voice nearly hoarse with desire, “Fuck, baby, let me have it–yeah, just like that…” He groaned as he felt your shaking intensify; you were cumming, and he pushed into you deeper, enjoying the way your pussy clamped around him. Rio came with you, a strangled moan erupting from his lips as he burst inside of you, filling you up until he was shaking too. He held you close, lips dropping lazy kisses to your forehead as his eyes fluttered close, “Don’t fucking move,” he said softly, “wanna fall asleep inside of you… I’ll fuck you again in the morning, yeah, champ?”

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Please let me know which boy was your favorite, if you had a favorite! And come on, which headrush did you like the most? Anyway thanks for reading, I’m gonna run off now and hopefully come back to some comments and maybe even some of you lovingly calling me a bitch/slut ;3

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You Are My Light (Rio x Reader)

Hey, so I’m super excited for this cause I haven’t written for Rio in so long. Enjoy!

Rio was a tough cookie, a man of crime which only meant he was surrounded but those types of people. When he had met Beth back in the day he was intrigued because her life was so different from his, so… Colorless and grim, a life of routines and packed sandwiches. For a while it was fun to shake up her life, until she became like all the others in his cycle, greedy for power and sneaky, now she was “his girl” which meant she was his fall person, gave her the keys and put her name so if anything goes wrong she can be the one to take the blow.

“Alright little man today is mother’s day, you gotta pick the best flowers for mama”

Rio said to his son as they stood in the flower shop, Marcus was going all around the shop, dragging the man that worked there with him so he can point out which flowers he wanted.

“Your son has a great eye for arranging a bouquet”

“He’s a momma’s boy that’s why”

At that the phone rang. The man went to pick it up and it seemed to be important, he covered the phone and yelled a name, then she came out. A girl with hair falling on her face and wearing an apron

“Yes”

“Can you fix the bouquet for the gentleman? I need to take this”

“Umm o-ok”

Rio was interested as soon as he saw her, her soft spoken voice was barely above a whisper as she approached the counter top and clearly tried to avoid eye contact. Her hands were not that steady but she seemed to know what she was doing, rio thought that she was acting like this because she wasn’t comfortable doing it in front of a crowd. As she was finishing up she finally looked up to him but only for a quick second as she bit the inside of her cheek to look back down.

“It’s ummm 30$ s-sir”

Rio smiled at her shy demeanor it felt like a century had passed from the last time he had met somebody so timid, it was mesmerizing to him. He gave her the money and then passed the bouquet to Marcus who seemed super excited for this purchase and the creation he had made

“Excuse me miss, may I ask your name?”

“(Y-y/n)… Sir”

“Call me Rio, I’ll see you around sweetheart”

-

After that Rio came to the flower shop every day to buy a single white Rose and every day (y/n) found one waiting on her cars windshield with a note that always said “you looked beautiful today. To say she was flattered was an understatement, one side of hers was thrilled that such a handsome man was showing interest in her, the other was surprised that a man as confident and as determined as he was had decided to take the time and pursue her in such romantic way. After two weeks of roses he had waited to give her the rose in person along with the proposal of a date.

That’s when he found out she wasn’t comfortable with anyone in general, it wasn’t about his presence that made her shy, she was like that with everyone. After a while he felt the need to be the one to take care of her, protect her in any way, even if that was making an order for her at the restaurant while she scooted closer to him and held the him of his shirt to feel secure.

"I’m going to the bathroom”

“Ok mama”

Rio said as (y/n) left him at the bar, it was Rios birthday so they had gone to a bar to celebrate. She finally had a reason to wear the midi white satin dress Rio had bought her, she had to admit it looked beautiful and she slowly came to the realization that Rio had connected her with the color white. As she reached out her arm to open the bathroom door a man grabbed her arm to stop her

“Hello gorgeous”

She felt like somebody threw cold water at her, she froze on her spot while the man smiled at her in a way she could tell was not just friendly. (Y/n) immediately looked down as she took a step back to get some distance from the man.

“Did I scare you? I’m sorry I just wanted to know who you are”

“I-i”

“She is taken”

Her head shot at the direction her boyfriends voice came. She didn’t even realize that she was walking to him and then proceeded to stand behind him, hiding away from the man that had scared her. She grabbed his shirt and leaned in to him as she tried to stop her legs from shaking.

“I didn’t know she was mute”

“She is not, she just talks to people that respect her personal space”

Rio thankfully had seen the scene go down and in a blink of an eye and out of pure instinct he had shot out of his chair and basically ran to (y/n). The man wasn’t already laying at the ground for disrespecting her because he knew how upset (y/n) would get. She hated any type of fighting and even after dating for so long (y/n) didn’t really know what Rio’s occupation was, he didn’t want her to be scared of him.

“I don’t want no trouble man”

“Yet you tried to put your hands on a woman, see where I’m from that means you are asking for trouble”

Rio stood proudly in front of his woman as he could feel (y/n)s shaky breath on his neck. The man looked uncomfortable and a little bit scared, just how she felt before Rio stepped in. All Rio could think about was how this scene might have played if he wasn’t there and that angered him even more. He might be a man of the night and balls deep into illegal things but he respected two rules “you don’t touch women and you don’t touch children” unless you trynna see God.

“(Y/n) go back to our spot please”

“I-”

“(Y/n)!…. I’m sorry, go and wait for me ok baby?”

He didn’t mean to yell at her, he just wanted to shield her from seeing his ugly side. So he turned around and placed and gentle kiss on the top of her head before (y/n) walked away, as soon as her back was turned and she had made a few steps he pulled the guy into the man’s bathroom and slammed his back against the wall.

“What’s your name?”

“Jason Adams”

“Now you listen here, by an hour I will know every detail about you. If I find out you ain’t keeping your hands to yourself again… You won’t even hear the knock on the door. Got it?”

“Ok”

At that Rio let him go, the guy let out a huff and turned to the sink to splash some water on his face. As Rio turned to leave, (y/n) came to his mind, how scared she was and the sound of her breath as she hid behind him.

“On another thought”

Rio said and grabbed the guys head, with one swift powerful movement his forehead got smashed to the sink, the sound was deafening and after that the guy was unconscious, Rio knew he wasn’t dead so he just fixed his collared shirt and walked out of the bathroom.

(Y/n) was sitting down looking at something on her phone, Rio knew she would pull out her phone went she was alone as a defense machenism to hide from the world. As he approached he gave her a big hug that she very much needed. She felt her muscles relax as she took in his cologne, she closed her eyes to fully let go of her worries and feel safe once again as her man was here. She looked up and smiled at him, feeling the warm sensation of serenity taking over her.

“Thank you”

“Don’t ever thank me for protecting you, I am here for that”

She smiled even brighter as Rio leaned in to give her a gentle, intimate kiss on her painted lips. She was his source of purity in this love, this warm light that showed him what it feels like to surrender to love, to fully know that the person next you could never harm you or anyone else.

“You are my light”

She Will Learn Pt.2 (Rio x Reader)

FSGuess who’s back to feed her God complex…. it’s me. So I wanted to make a part two cause I love writing this type of characters so I hope you enjoy it

P.S click on the words in bold to see the pictures I’m using as inspo. Also I know 40 rooms is excessive but… let me live

PART 1

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What does her highness want now”

“It’s not funny Annie, I feel like her butler”

“Well I guess that is better than getting your guts taken out of your body”

It’s been a little bit over a month since (Y/n) had taken Beth and pretty much forced her to do all her chores. From picking up groceries to delivering papers or coming over her house to drop off take out food in the middle of the night. It didn’t take long for Beth to realize that (y/n) was worse than Rio.

 A part of her understood why she was so ruthless, she did try to kill her fiancé and pretty much ruin her “business”, the other part was complaining of having her life stripped away and having to oblige under her rules and demands. 

“She is house hunting with Rio, I heard her complain about how she doesn’t want to live in an apartment when they get married”

“And he agreed? She must be very flexible”

Annie was glad she wasn’t a direct part of the deal, of course (y/n) had forced all of the girls ran errands but it was mostly “business” related when Ruby and Annie had to show up. The biggest load was on Beth, mentally and physically, as she had to pick up some clothes that were custom made for her and drive to this unknown street to drop it off to her. 

“Don’t remind me please, I have heard them have sex at least three times”

“What? When?”

“Our special girl has no shame so it was one at the office and twice when I had to drop some of her stuff at the apartment”

“I might have to ask her if she can teach me some moves”

“Maybe after my funeral she will be available. I have to go Annie”

“Good luck sis”

-

When Christopher got shot (y/n) had to keep their business running, of course she had her share of deals but she was left with having everything on her shoulders. You could say that it was a gift and a curse, she was very gifted in academics due to her degree, she was also a big fan of old money, it just had a different elegance and respect. 

They couldn’t go with just money laundering anymore, yes Christopher had a few small businesses, still they were nothing of means and if something went wrong they wouldn’t be able to hold them afloat what so ever, so she looked into buying a few businesses and got her hands in stock marketing, investing the money they were earning and pretty much putting the money where the mouth is, in just a month they were owners of a 5 star restaurant in NYC, two luxury clothing stores in LA and owners of two resorts, one in Thailand and the other in Abu Dhabi. It was a risky decision and they could have ended up broke, thankfully it was more thans he ever imagined.

When Christopher was nurtured back in health and was able to see the numbers she brought in he couldn’t believe his eyes. They were rolling in with cash and all because (y/n) blessed him with her mind and work ethic, if he felt lucky to have her in life before he now felt like she was more of a miracle than just luck. So of course when she asked for a house he couldn’t deny her, she was partially the reason they could afford it.

 “I like the exterior of it, it almost looks like a castle”

“Very fitting for my princess”

He replied as she smiled to him, her eyes covered by the big black designer glasses. He took her hand in his and placed a gentle kiss on her knuckles before they started walking up the stairs that led to the entrance of the mansion. A man waited for them, in a navy blue tailored suit, he looked quite nervous which seemed normal for Christopher, his wife to be was very intimidating. 

“Miss (y/l/n)”

“Good morning mister Jones, this is my fiancé Christopher”

“Pleasure to meet you Sir”

They shared a firm handshake before the man turned his eyes to (Y/n). Christopher laughed internally at the nervous manner of the man that looked mortified at the presence of his woman, you could clearly see how he wanted to please her and earn her praise. She was quite the intimidator and that was a factor he adored about her along with all the others

“Shall we?”

“Lead the way Mister Jones”

(Y/n) always dreamed about being able to buy a mansion like this, she was never into the “new age design”, she could not fathom the idea of being able to afford a mansion and choosing to go with such designs when you could afford a style that was timeless.

“This home was built between 1892 and 1895 by Richard Morris Hun. It has 40 rooms and of course the land around it.”

The man explained as (Y/n) looked around. It was perfect, the house dripped with money, they hadn’t changed anything, it reminded her of the palace in that animated movie “Anastasia” she loved as a child, wishing to be in her shoes and be the heir of the throne.

From the paintings to the floors, to the chandeliers, it was like somebody went in her brain and recreated her biggest fantasy. Christopher could sense that (y/n) was falling in love with the place in fast pace, she looked stars truck as she tried to take in every detail and they were only at the greathall

“Just a simple home for two”

She joked as she let her gaze fall to Christopher who grinned at her. This would cost him a fortune yet he quite knew that if she wanted it then he had to buy it for her. She was on cloud nine, it was excessive to own a home that had 40 rooms but who could judge them, anyone would do the same if they could. She had learned fast that the judgement of other people was a form of envy from them towards her.

 “Should we see the other rooms?”

“Of course, what do you think my love?”

“Whatever she wants she gets”

“Smart man, let me show you the master bedroom”

As the man went ahead, Christopher found the opportunity to wrap his arm around her waist and reach to take of her sunglasses, looking into those addictive hues he adored. Her perfume was taking over his senses once again and her body against hers made him feel aroused.

“How are you feeling about this princess?”

“I love it already, we can have the ceremony here for our friends”

They had agreed- well she suggested it and he had pretty much no say- to have two weddings, one in the U.S for the people that lived here and one in her homeland for their families. Yes that was an excuse for her to have two ceremonies and that did not mean that one of the ceremonies would be any less extravagant. 

Rio was aware of who he had agreed to marry and he would never change it, he never regretted anything he had bought her, actually he considered it as the best type of investment. Believe it or not he is a firm believer of “happy wife, happy life” especially when the said wife could handle a gun and had the passwords to all of his bank accounts

“Come on let’s go see where am I going to put our future babies in you”

“You’re so romantic”

The curtains of the room was pastel purple and the room was painted this soothing crème color, the ware also a painting on the ceiling of the blue sky with a few clouds, it was accommodated by a one arm lounge chair, a table, the bed, a paravan, the vanity of course and a chest of drawers. The aesthetic of the room brought you peace and relaxation, the colors were not to bright so they did not cloud the mind, it was a perfect mixture of decoration and simplicity

“Of course there is no official master bedroom, you have plenty to choose from”

“I love it, it’s perfect”

Her mind has already started thinking about what it would be like to lay on that bed next to Rio after a stressful day, how this could be their home that she always dreamed was right in front of her at a grasps reach. 

At that her phone started ringing, Rio was rather surprised when she saw her reach in her back to answer as she mattered a gentle “my apologies” and he had an idea of who could it be, (Y/n) was never the type to pick up a phone call when she was in the middle of something, on the other hand she was pretty busy handling their business so it could really be anyone. When she took it out of her bag, she smirked at the caller ID

“You are late”

Christopher did not understand who it was and why they were late, although he waited patiently for her to inform him.

“I don’t know if I have the right address”

“Yes you do, come on in”

As she hang up she gave the man that was giving them the tour a settle yet kind smile. Christopher was about to ask who was that on the phone when he saw that (y/n) was ready to apologize and explain the situation, she was never one to show poor manners or show disregard of somebody’s time. 

“I’m so sorry about that it’s my assistant. Just give me a minute”

Christopher wanted to laugh hysterically. It was just like her to make Beth come over and see the house they are looking to buy, to strut her success and make her suffer with the idea of what (y/n) had was what Beth probably wanted. (Y/n) walked out of the room and followed the path she had previously taken to meet a baffled Beth that looked around in awe. (Y/n) stopped at the beginning of the stairs, looking down at her for a few seconds before making her presence known

“Up here”

She got Beth’s attention asher voice was heard around the room boldly. Beth took a good look at her, she was wearing a berry color coat that hang on her shoulders, a black YSL bag with a golden chain on her left shoulder, a tight white pencil skirt that went over her knee and a white turtle neck, finishing it off with her black heels. She looked perfect, it made Beth sick.“I brought the clothes”

“Leave them on the chair, we’ll pick them up when we give an offer”

“For this?”

“Yes, is there a problem?”

Rio decided to join her, he couldn’t possibly miss this, just the thought of Beth’s look was the perfect way to end this tour. As he walked towards his woman he saw that Beth was still down the stairs, while (y/n) stood at the top of them, someone would even see this as a form of symbolism, a way to assert herself. 

“Everything alright mama?”

“Yes, Beth was just dropping off some clothes for me”

Beth felt her breath hitch as Rio hugged (y/n) from the back, placing a kiss on her cheek. He was so casual with his PDA when it came to her, she had to admit to herself that this bubbling feeling at the pit of her stomach was pure jealousy. As she stood in a stoic way looking down at her, the scene felt almost out of a movie, the graceless servant and the almighty queen

“After you leave pick up some lunch from our usual spot and drop it off at our apartment. I don’t feel like cooking”

“Sure”

“Excellent, now go. I want to see the other rooms”

Before Beth could respond (y/n) had already turned on her heel and walked away from her with Rio following her, leaving Beth dumbfounded. “How could they even afford this?” She thought. Yes they had the “funny money” and the pills but there was definitely something she had no idea about and it killed her. A woman that wasn’t even in her late 20′s had managed to have this life, with the man she wanted. While she was struggling to make ends meet.

“That was cold mama”

“Don’t tell you are going soft Christopher, cause I will handle her and you if I find out you are messing with her again”

One of the reasons (y/n) had decided to make Beth her assistant was to completely cut ties with Christopher. She understood that Christopher never did anything while they were actually together but it still bothered her, she could never put her finger on why he choose her. Rio placed his hands around her waist to bring her closer. He never doubted the fact that (y/n) was perfectly capable of ending his life if he crossed her, if he hurt her feelings and honestly he was okay with that idea, he would never be able to live with himself after it anyways.

“I would never hurt you like that princess, you are my wife, the woman of my dreams and nightmares”

She giggled at his little remark before leaning in to place a kiss on his lips she loved. His soft, plump lips felt heavenly against hers, she always seemed to melt at any form of intimacy between them, almost like surrendering and giving her vulnerability to him. 

They were interrupted by a polite cough and (Y/n) pulled away immediately even though she didn’t want to, she started re arranged her coat to fit better on her shoulders before turning to look at the man that was standing there, waiting to do his job

“Pardon us, that was not very polite”

“It’s alright miss (y/l/n), are you ready for the rest of the tour?”

“No need, we’ll take it, right princess?”

She Will Learn (Rio x Reader)

Look I will let y’all in on a little secret, the way this account is going to work is by me seeing your requests, making a mental note to finish them and then getting an idea for another imagine that wasn’t requested but can’t move on until I write it so…. Enjoy!

P.S I chose Greece cause I am from there and I never see us anywhere

(Y/n) had met Rio when she was about to graduate college, a business major that was striving for being the first millionaire in her family. She came from a lower middle class first generation immigrant from Greece, her parents were troopers for successfully raising her and her siblings, they never had things to spare yet they had enough to be respectful.

He saw her at a restaurant, completely overdressed and accessorized like she was dining in France, however she somehow made it look like she didn’t think about what she was going to wear, like this was her natural way of dressing, her nails were done and he noticed how… soft her hands looked. 

What intrigued him was that she was extremely kind to everyone, she smiled brightly at the waiters and she would often reach over to her friends for a touch of encouragement of just a simple caress, she exuded confidence that made you feel like you would never dare to touch her, still she carried herself with elegance and in a graceful manner.

“Excuse me, can you tell me who are the girls at the table over there?”

“Oh they haven’t been here before but I can tell you they are here to celebrate for the girl in the red dress, it’s her birthday”

“Oh is it? Send them a bottle of champagne please”

“Right away Sir”

He was never the flashy type of guy, he never cared for stuff that showed his status or economic achievements, people that had money knew to never flaunt it carelessly. When it came to her, he felt the need to show off, to woo her and catch her eye, she had this sense of luxury, she looked like she took care of herself way too much to let men not treat her anything less than that.

He watched her face switch into surprise when the waiter came with the bottle of champagne, a few seconds after that her gaze went to him, as the waiter pointed towards him and then proceeded to open the bottle of bubbly. 

She had noticed him when she entered for a few moments, although she decided that since it was her big night she wouldn’t waste time gawking at good looking men, she had saved money for months to be able to afford the finest for her big day, every year she wanted her birthday to be like the life she wanted. She send him a smile as her hand went to her heart to show gratitude for the gift. 

Except that didn’t feel like enough, she felt like she could push it a bit more, try her luck just a bit, she looked too good to worry about a man turning her down, he would have to be mad or blind to do so.

She walked to him with the glass of champagne in her hand, giving him the chance to take her in. Her legs were exposed as the dress went to the middle of her thigs, they shined and looked so smooth making him wonder how good would it feel to touch them. She had a figure of a dream, as her hips swayed with every step, her posture was proud and she walked like a supermodel, if he didn’t know the owner he would have thought she was the one that had not just the restaurant, the entire block.

“I don’t think we’ve met, I’m (y/n), I wanted to thank you for the champagne, you really didn’t have to”

“I wanted to darling, I’m Christopher but people call me Rio, how wonderful to meet you”

He said, taking her delicate hand in his and pressing a light kiss on soft skin. He could smell the lotion of vanilla she had chosen to moisturize her skin, settle yet unforgettable. His raspy voice made her flustered, trying to mask it with a smirk and confidence, he was intriguing to her, the cool, calm and collected exterior that suited him so much. 

“I wish I could stay and talk but I don’t like leaving my friends by themselves”

“I understand darling, we’ll be in touch”

-

It had been years since then, he had managed to not only stay in touch with you but make her the queen of his life. She was an asset that he so desperately needed, he trusted her with his life and knew she had the best intentions for him, her loyalty was iron made, her degree came in handy when he needed to handle business in a discreet manner, she was the master mind behind a lot of his negotiations, her brilliance on playing the trophy wife that didn’t know anything in front of others was the secret behind his success. 

She is his secret weapon, so secret that no one knew she even existed, the few that did didn’t even know her name and the people that knew were the most trusted ones that worked with Rio for years, she liked to be under wraps, walking in and out of the building with the men Rio had hire to protect her and the rookies wondered who was she, he only called her with pet names when others were around but they could only address her as “Miss”, she was the miss of the mister and his most trusted soldier. 

Despite that, (y/n) was no fool. She had broken up with Rio and called of the engagement several times, making Rio go wild every time. She wasn’t unreasonable, Rio was out of line a lot of the times, especially when Beth came in the picture, his men feared her just as much as him, maybe even more, so when she found out they had done such major damage multiple times but still took them back in, she would pack her stuff and leave without warning, leaving her ring and a note that wrote “goodbye” behind. That’s when he would hook up with Beth, make up for the loss of his queen, yet when he had manage to convince her to come back and buy her a new ring every time, he felt like he was on top of the world.

“Be honest with me Mick, who did this to him?”

“Everything points in one target, Beth”

“Of course. Thank you Mick, I got him”

She stood by him throughout his healing process, waited patiently until he was back on her feet, took care of his bullet wounds and had many sleepless nights to make sure he was alright. She was his wife to be after all, even kept in contact with Rhea and Marcus, made sure they were alright and taken care of in any way, shape or form.

“Are you ready mama?”

“Almost, can you help me with the necklace”

They were there when Rhea got the call from Beth, acting like there friends even though she caused Rios life and invited her for drinks. Rio knew (y/n) was boiling, wanted to take revenge for what Beth had caused and this time he understood, so they got dressed up to meet her instead of Rhea. 

As Rio approached and took the necklace in his hands he saw it was the necklace he bought her for their one year anniversary, her birth stone surrounded with diamonds. When (y/n) let her hair down he got a whiff of her scent, still making him feel weak in the knees, he got closer to her and wrapped his one arm around her, his lips found the nape of her neck and left light kisses. She closed her eyes for a second to enjoy the feeling of warmth and lust he brought her.

“You look beautiful princess”

“It’s my first time meeting her isn’t it?”

“What have you planned gorgeous?”

“That’s for me to know and for her to find out, let’s go daddy”

She knew exactly who she was. Seeing the back of her head made her want to pull out her gun and blast her right then and there, that wouldn’t be classy now wouldn’t it? She approached the clueless woman and sat on her left side, leaving the right seat empty for Rio to join later. 

“Can I get dirty martini please? Thank you dear”

She instructed the bartender before taking off the faux black fur coat to reveal a   Split Floor-Length Sleeveless Spaghetti Strap Pullover black dress. The first thing Beth noticed about the young woman that sat next to her was the big diamond ring that she wore on her ring finger, mentally thinking of what that girl had done to earn it

‘she probably hasn’t worked a day in her life’ she thought, making herself feel a little bit better, she had to admit that she looked really pretty, the jewelry she had on complimented her skin tone and the dress looked like it was custom made. (Y/n) waited for her drink to arrive before she looked at Beth and got ready to reveal her identity.

“You must be Beth, I don’t believe we’ve officially met. I’m (y/n)”

Beth looked at her puzzled. How did the young woman that looked like she was some old mans pretty young thing to show off knew her. (Y/n) was smiling as she took a sip of her cocktail, knowing damn well that Beth had already made up her mind about what type of woman (y/n) was and completely missing the purpose of this meeting.

“How do you know my name”

“Oh I know everything about you, where you live, the names of your children, your sister Annie and your friend Ruby. Rio has told me all about you”

“Rio? How-”

“I know he doesn’t talk about it, I like to be invisible to the public eye… his secret weapon as some would say. I also know you are waiting for Rhea”

“She ain’t comin”

Beth heard Rio’s voice and her eyes went wide with fear. (Y/n) let out a soft giggle and took one more sip of her drink as Beth turned to look at him like she had seen a ghost, judging by how pale she had gotten she was more of that vibe than he was. 

“Excuse me, can we get a glass of neat whiskey for the gentleman? Thank you so much”

(Y/n) ordered once more before hoping off her chair and joining Rio. He snaked his arm around her and brought her as close to him as he could before placing a kiss on her cheek.

“How you feeling mama?”

“Oh I was just having a chat with Beth”

“A-are y-you”

“His fiancé? Yes, we are planning on getting married on my homeland during the summer, aren’t we daddy?”

(Y/n) started rubbing Rios back as she smiled at him, she was super excited for her wedding, he had given her complete control to do whatever she wanted, it was her big day and he knew better than to object to anything.

“Oh we have to show her something”

Rio reached for his pocket and (Y/n) looked over at Beth who was in the verge of a mental breakdown. Rio pulled out his three bullets that the doctor had pulled out from his body, (y/n) wanted to throw them away but he insisted in keeping them, reminding him how he cheated death. 

“Lung, spline, shoulder”

He put each one down in front of her. Beth had terrible aim and for once (y/n) was thankful that one of their rookies missed the shots. Beth stayed silent, taking in all the information, not only was he alive he also had a woman he was planning to marry, calling him “daddy” right in her face, she looked like she was straight out of a magazine and even thought she was kind to her that terrified her more, her entire life was crumbling in front of her. 

“Now I think you understand that you are in a bit of a jam, Christopher has agreed that I should decide your punishment since he wanted to kill you-”

“Don’t, do that. I’m sorry babydoll, she will learn”

Beth had tried to leave in the middle of (y/n)’s sentence, making Rio grab Beth by the arm and restrain her from doing so. (Y/n) stayed stoic and just watched the scene unravel, she knew Rio would never allow anyone to disrespect her. As Beth sat back down Rio smiled (y/n) before taking her hand once more and placing a kiss on her knuckles. (Y/n) reached for his face and caressed his cheek with her free hand making Beth sick to her stomach, he had never looked at her like that, with such admiration and love.

“It’s alright, I will let it pass this one time”

“Go on mama”

“I feel like it would be too easy to kill you, such an easy way out. So now you will work for me”

“What?”

Beth felt her stomach twist at the statement. Working with (y/n), having to do daily tasks for her, a woman she had no idea even existed an hour ago, now she had work under her and take orders from her directly, for a second she thought that death would be better. (Y/n) left Rio’s side for a second and took Beth by the shoulders, standing right behind her, Beth’s eyes fell on her shinny ring, that only felt like someone was rubbing salt over her wound, he had probably spend a fortune for it. (Y/n) leaned closer to Beth getting next to her ear and causing goosebumps on Beth’s body. 

“Think of it as an assistant or maybe help Rio with anything he needs but mostly you will be on call for anything I need. Since you wanted to outsmart Rio and spit where you eat, I need some help to plan the wedding and also take care of our business. What do you think darling?”

“I think it’s an excellent idea”

Rio was pleasantly surprised. (Y/n) was one of the most intelligent people he knew, bring Beth so close to her and making her work for their wedding even though she knew she had slept with him was a very cruel and mentally humiliating way to punish her. 

She truly was one of the greatest choices he had ever done, no one could compete with her, she held such power that made Rio feel like he could not only trust her but also submit to her, let her take the wheel and not having to worry about anything going wrong. As he watched her look over at Beth there was no comparison, (y/n) had such way of carrying herself, that je ne sais quoi as some would say, she was the embodiment of female divine energy. 

Rio knew that her leaving him all these times was a game of push and pull, making him work for her and a mental slap in the face, yet every time he ran to her like an obedient dog and begged for her to come back and take her spot as his queen in the palace, promised her and gave her everything she wished for, every ring was bigger and better than the one before. It wasn’t like he did it because she wanted it, he was the one that wanted to spoil her, give her everything under the sun, she deserved everything and he was for sure not going to hold back for his sweet little princess.

“And then when all of that is done… Rio can take care of you, I feel like it would bring bad luck to our household if we killed someone before the wedding”

Opinion no one asked for (Rio edition)

Look man i’m gonna be honest with y’all, this opinion could be based on my god complex cause I think ANY MAN that has this alpha male, leader and powerful type of vibe, if the girl is confident and strong enough, she could top him. So I feel like Rio can be so submissive with the right woman and he would enjoy it so much if she had the guts to boss him around in bed, I know he portrays this macho type of dude yet that’s one of the reasons he would love it so much, cause finally someone matched and overpowered his energy.

                                NORMAL MASTERLIST

Stockholm syndrome

Summery: You were the rotten egg, the one that would stink down the whole bunch. He had to “take care of it”. But Rio decided to have some fun first, invitng Beth to his games. He did not know what he got himself into until it got too complicated.

Rio (good girls) x reader

Summery: You were the rotten egg, the one that would stink down the whole bunch. He had to “take care of it”. But Rio decided to have some fun first, invitng Beth to his games. He did not know what he got himself into until it got too complicated.

WARNINGS: Nothing? Kidnapping and mentioning of emoutional manipulation. Also this is kinda a draft so a LOT of spelling errors.

                                    NORMAL  MASTERLIST

“Trust me, ma”, Rio brushed of some of the ash falling from the roof to his button up. Beth fiddled nervously with her hands. She wasn’t a woman of nervosity, but she had a lot of questions. “I don’t know about this”, she couldn’t meet his eyes, didn’t want him to see through her like he regularly did. He snorted, and she felt the floor vibrate when he moved across the room. “So now youre unsure about the rotten egg? Didnt yall kidnap a guy and keep him in a treehouse for sum time?”, Rio´s voice was closer now, she could feel his hot breath against her shoulder. She kept still “that wasn’t the same thing, w-we wasn’t emotionally manipulating him!”. Rio let something out similar to a mocking chuckle “so the threatening to leave him for dead before robbing his grandma wasnt that, well damn ma sound like you a saint now and all that”. He lifted his finger slowly to her face to move the strand of hair dangling. She let him. “So what’s the plan”, she mumbled  as she stood up. She tried her best to ignore the guilt forming a lump in her stomach. He kept her eyes locked with his as he lowered his hand. Back to business. “We’re just going to play a little with her, mama, das it”. 

The second the bag got dragged of my head i pulled a sharp inhale. The strong industrial lights making me blink for a good second before finally adjusting. The dust hovering looked like stars in the strong light. The lump of tears was already threatening in the back of my throat. I was to scream, but my throat was so tight i could swear it was backed up with dust. “You good mami?”, the voice startled me but i was already too frozen in my seat to move. The man who sat down in front of me looked me up and down. I had never seen him in my entire life but his aura was enough for me to keep my mouth shut. He had danger radiating from him, everything from the neck tattoo to the side smirk he gave me. He was not to mess with. Nervously i moved in my seat, ignoring the burn of the rope against my skin. 

“So”, he mumbled leaning forward “what you’ve been doing with the money you stole from me?”. He must have seen the surprise written all over my face because the smirk across his face grew. “Did you buy a new car? Maybe a new necklace”, he leaned forward “i know the shopping spree suburian mommy shit was good cash, so tell me”. It finally clicked, the secret shopping. Just a small “hobby” like i said to my daughter. It was the only thing keeping the roof over my head. Since the small secretary job didn’t exactly pay the rents.

“I-i”, i started as i swallowed the lump in my throat “I bought drugs”.

His smile faltered but only for a second. His reaction finally made me realize what i said as i was quick to rephrase myself “i mean medication, not drug drugs”.

He licked his lower lip and i followed the action “You bought medication huh, with my money”. He spit out his words like they burnt his tongue. The sudden outburst made me lean as far away as the ropes would let me. My heart was pounding so loud i couldn’t register his next words. When he noticed my focus shifting he banged down his fist down the table hard. The sudden vibration of the table made me sob out something from the back of my throat. “W-what”, i mumbled, my voice breaking in tears. I did not have time for this. “So you thought you could just  come out here, gimme back unwashed money and then go back to your basic bitch life?”, He had collected himself from the earlier outburst but his tone was still threatening

“I didn’t know it was yours!”, I yelled, surprised at how loud my voice was “let me go! let me go”. I started to move harshly in the bounds, my eyes focused on his the entire time. It was like if i was testing him. He stood up so fast the chair slammed against the ground. “Stop playing with me mama”, his voice came out so soft and controlled it surprised me enough to stop moving. He moved forward, positioning himself on top of the table. I could feel his heat radiating towards me. i kept myself on the edge of the chair, as far away from him as possible, as i in quiet waited for his next move. “Breathe”, i wasn’t even aware i stopped breathing until his kind words filled my ears. He planted his hands over my cheeks lifting my head. “I’m sorry i didn’t mean to yell at you”, his finger swiped across my cheek catching a tear. I Couldn’t even control myself as i leaned into his touch. I was too tired. 

The warmth of his palm, the harsch push of his fingertips. It was intoxicating. I realized to late i was cuddling a dangerous mans hand. Without even giving it a second thought i bit down into the warm skin. He let out a howl as he dragged himself away from the sensation. He immediately put the fresh wound to his mouth, calming the pounding pain. Whatever i thought he would do next was definitely not to leave. But I could have sworn i saw him blind me a smile before slamming the door.

It felt like days but my better judgement knew it had only gone a few hours. Four or five maybe. But the heat was getting ot me. Burning my skin until it itched in the rope. I needed water in the next hour or so, otherwise i was almost certain i would pass out. As if reading my mind the door opened. I peaked up when i realized the steps were lighter. They didn’t sound slumped at all and i knew the familiar click of pumps against hardwood floor. The woman who stood in the doorway was tall. Her golden strawberry locks fell down her beautifully sculpted face. I knew that face from anywhere. Beth, queen of motherhood. Queen of secret shopping. It was like if every word she´d  uttered to me was suddenly false, every smile and hand on my shoulder.  It was her fault, i realized, that i was in this mess. I wanted to yell at her, spit and throw punches, but i was smarter than that. I could see the glass of water in her hand and the sandwich in the other. I needed that. More than i needed the satisfaction to speak my mind. So i kept my mouth shut, but couldn’t hold back the hot glare i shot at her. She seemed to notice it but didn’t pay it much mind.

“Hey y/n”, here voice was genuine but i noticed the layer swept over it. Guilt? empathy? nonono, it was lies. A pile of big fat lies. She thought she could manipulate me like that. 

“Hey”, i bit back the “bitch” rolling of my tongue when i felt the sweet oh so sweet smell of PBJ she had slothered over the thin piece of bread. She placed the plate down in front of me “dig in”. I looked up at here in disbelief as i moved my arms ro remind her i was stuck. She shot me a blinding smile and nodded for herself before slipping out of the room. 

I felt my nostrils flaring of anger. I wanted to murder her. I wanted to put my hands around her pretty little throat and push against those white pearls. Instead i bent down  picking up the bread. If she only knew how good i was at eating without hands. The party trick had started in pancaking eating contest in high school and involved in my mother years from hurried mornings with my baby on one arm and her stroller on the other. Oh god my baby. I couldn’t think of her, not for a second. Instead i bent my head backwards, balancing the bread before i started to chew. I didn’t even know i was starving until my taste bud had an orgasm of the sweet of so sweet and salty taste. I groaned, working my mouth over it. The embarrassment didn’t bother me, i knew it was probably a double sided window and that they could see me but if there was anything i was confident about it was my eating without hands skill. The food was gone in a matter of second and greedly i tipped the glass a little to the side so i could lift it with my teeth and chug from it. The cold embraced my throat, cleaned it from dust. I would never underappreciate water ever again. I saved some, figuring that it would go to waste slurping it all down too fast. 

In an instant i was bored, moving restlessly in the tight rope. I needed to get out. I figured they brought me here to kill me? no then they would have done it already. Maybe push me for information. Or maybe they wanted to scare me. The only way to get away from here was to play along. Or even better, to play against them but making them think i was a lamb to the slaughter. As if i didn’t have a few cards up my sleeve. 

When Beth walked in her eyes fell down on Rio wrapping his palm with a bandage. She didn’t bother to ask, it wasn’t like he would tell her anything anyway. But what really caught her attention was the glimpse in his eyes. It was like a kid on christmas morning, like if he just got a brand new toy to dig his hands into. Maybe he did. Beth looked him up and down “how much longer?”. He finally meet her eyes, as if he hadn’t even noticed her presence. She did not like that. “What mama? growing bored already”, he moved across the room with the slenderness of a cougar “we’re just getting started, enjoy yourself”. His eyes moved across the glass watching his new toy. She had her head bent backwards with the sandwich planted on her face as she ate. He chuckled for himself, feeling something he couldnt put his finger on. Excitement? He had felt it the second she bit down into his palm. She had some fervor, he just had to move the ash to find it. He had felt it with Beth the first time they meet as well but she quickly started to ask too many questions. It got under his skin. As on cue Elizabeth opened her mouth “How long?”. He sighed, rubbing his eyebrow annoyed. He considered ignoring her but knew she wouldn’t let it go so instead he poured himself a glass of bourbon. “Does it matter?”, he mumbled as he swiped his tongue over the edge of the glass to catch a drop. “Yes”, she exclaimed and he didn’t have to look at her to know she had her hands raised to her hair with her eyes blown out. He swiped the entire glass in an instant, enjoying the burn it left. “I don’t know mama”, he never let his eyes wander away from the girl behind the glass “when i’m done playing”.

a husband’s wishes 

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request: can we get more of rio and his wife? pls each of their stories are so cute:)

pairing: rio x his wife |  rating: |  words: 1.4k

sum: each year rio complains that you go “over the top” for his birthday. when he wakes up to no crazy displays of affection, he can’t help but feel some type of way.

Sleeping in isn’t Rio’s thing.

Usually, he’s the one kissing you awake. His lips and hands warm against your skin, coaxing you closer until you’re tangled with him. Both of you soon eager to spend one last time intertwined before getting up to face your responsibilities.

His birthday is the only exception to this ritual.

Each year, Rio is woken up the same way. To the smell of lavender against your skin. The weight of your body pressing his into the mattress. Pillow soft kisses brushing against his jaw, cheeks, and neck. But never pressing against his lips until you are awarded a sleep-laden smile.

Your words always came out softly, a soft kiss breaking them apart. “Happy Birthday, Christopher.”

That was the last soft and quiet approach you’d take for the remainder of the day. Rio learned that he was to expect a day of celebration when he got out of bed.

This is why his head instantly lifts from the pillow the second it registers that the orange hue of sunlight is against his eyelids.

He finds your side of the bed empty—no sign of you in the room. The bedside table holds the alarm clock and his phone. No perfectly wrapped gift box, not even a note.

A quick shower and pulling on of clothes go uninterrupted. No Marcus shuffling in with a handmade card, no stolen kisses from you with promises of a dinner.

Nothing.

When he reaches the top of the stairs, Rio’s phone is against his ear. The dial tone of an outgoing call rising his brow.

As you turn to retrieve your phone from the counter, you pause at the sight of your confused husband in the kitchen entryway.

“Why are you calling me?” You ask as you peek down at your screen.

You’re not met with an instant response. Instead, Rio’s attention lies elsewhere. On the kitchen table where Marcus currently sits. Concentrating on drowning his waffle in syrup, Marcus offers up his father a smile as Rio ducks down to place a kiss against his hair.

“Happy Birthday, Dad,” Marcus grins before refocusing his attention on his breakfast.

Rio expects you to cross the room to kiss him, but you’ve already gone back to transferring waffles to the empty plate in your hand.

“You got five more minutes, Marcus,” you note. “Then we need to get ready for school.”

You nearly drop the plate as you turn and narrowly avoid bumping into Rio’s chest. But, instead, you take a step back, tilting your head back for a better glimpse at your husband’s face.

“Good morning, sleepy head.” The wide grin on your face draws Rio closer. His hands instantly find your waist, guiding your body closer to his. “I was about to come to wake you up. Waffles?”

Rio’s eyes take in the waffles you lift, the action preventing his lips from meeting yours.

“That’s it?”

His question dampens your smile, the offered plate lowering as you step out of his touch.

“Fine,”you huff as he follows you across the kitchen. “I’ll just eat it myself.”

“I meant, no balloons, no…big ass, glittery banner–”

“You’re the one who said you didn’t want any of that,” you remind him as you set the plate on the table. “So, I just made breakfast. Kept it simple.”

You watch Rio’s eyes pass over the house suspiciously, as though he’s expecting something to pop out when he least expects it.

Taking a seat, he guides you down onto his lap. “Since when do you listen to me?”

“I listen to you all the time,” Marcus smiles through a mouthful of strawberries and whipped cream.

“True,” Rio chuckles, his hand ruffling his son’s hair.

A smile spreads across your lips as you attempt to concentrate on cutting the waffle before you. You can feel Rio’s eyes on you as he adds.“You always listen…your mom…not so much.”

“That’s not true!”

“Yeah, it is.”

Between the finality in Rio’s voice and the giggles spilling from his son, you find your eyes rolling.

Glancing over your shoulder, you catch sight of Rio’s smirk as he takes the fork from your hand. Then, stealing a bite, he chuckles as you wait for his gaze to meet yours.

“I listen to you.”

The statement is valid but not a hundred percent true. That’s why your husband can get a sheepish smile out of you as your statement lingers.

“You only listen when you want something.” Rio’s playful eyes betray the seriousness of his tone.

You open your mouth to object, but it shuts as Rio’s brow arches. Arguing is pointless because he’s right, as much as you hate to admit it. From the moment you met, Rio has figured out every way to get you to listen to him. It often involves the touch of his lips and hands. Both of which keep the smile on your lips as you opt to take a bite of his waffle instead of adding further comments.

“I thought you’d at least wake me up this year,” Rio mumbles against your neck.

“Why would I do that?” Your wide and innocent eyes cause Rio’s eyes to roll. “I’m just saying, it’s just a regular day. Why would I do anything special?”

The sound of your phone alarm steals your attention, Rio letting out a loud, audible groan of irritation as you get up to retrieve it from the kitchen counter.

“Marcus, give daddy a kiss. Then, you need to go get dressed for school.”

Shoveling the remainder of his food in his mouth, Marcus briefly wraps his arms around his dad’s neck before taking off towards the stairs.

You start to clean up the mess Marcus has left behind, but Rio’s hands find your waist. Tugging, he ignores your hand as you attempt to swipe his away.

“Stop–I need to get ready too–” Two swipes in, you realize he’s not going to relent. Finally, allowing him to pull you down onto his lap, you release a huff as you meet your husband’s gaze. “What do you want? A kiss?”

Leaning forward, you place a kiss against Rio’s lips. It leaves as quick as it comes. You’re nearly out back on your feet before Rio’s eyes open, his mind registering that the kiss has ended.

You suppress the giggle threatening to spill out as Rio’s brow furrows, the soft pout of his lips forcing you to remain seated in his lap.

Leaning forward, you allow your nose to brush against his, the action drawing Rio’s lips back to yours. Rio’s grip tightens around you, keeping you in place as your lips brush against his cheek before drifting to his jaw. You’re met with a familiar soft smile when your lips find his again.

“Happy Birthday, Christopher.” Moving to stand, you allow your husband a final kiss before gently pushing his hands from your waist. “I have to go get dressed.”

“Thanks for breakfast.”

The tone of his voice is one you’ve heard a million times. It is one his son has inherited and has nearly perfected. One that is pulled out anytime either one is prepared to sulk. It is one of your many weaknesses. It has a 99% efficiency rate.

Rio must admit he’s impressed that it doesn’t prevent you from leaving. He expects you to double back, but you don’t. Instead, after quickly washing the dishes, you disappear around the corner.

You and Marcus have returned, dressed and ready for the day by the time Rio has finished his breakfast.

He’s making coffee when a blur of Marcus speeds past, calling out, “bye, dad!” as he heads to the front door.

“Want some coffee?” Rio offers as your footsteps can be heard coming down the stairs.

“No, thanks, but can you do me a favor?”

“Yeah.” Glancing up from the steaming mug, Rio pauses as he takes in your budding smile.

“Close your eyes and make a wish?”

Rio’s head shakes softly. A grin spreads from ear to ear as he takes in the red velvet cupcake in your hands. His eyes linger on the lit candle as you walk around the island to meet him.

Rubbing his palms together, he lets his eyes briefly meet yours before letting them close.

Rio blows out the candle.

He takes your face in his hands, a soft smile finding his lips as your weight shifts to your toes to meet him halfway. The kiss relaxes your body against him, your free hand drifting to the nape of his neck.

“What’d you wish for?”

“For you not to listen to me next year,” he mumbles. His lips press a lingering kiss against yours.

Rio catches sight of a mischievous grin as you pass him the cupcake.

“You might not have to wait until next year,” you hint. The promise stops your husband mid-bite. “See you tonight!” You call as you head to the door.

heatwave.

an:thank you to those who suggested characters for this hc. I typed this on my phone, so excuse the lack of editing. reply below which one is your favorite

requested characters (in no particular order): angel reyes, jax teller, joaquin torres, johnny tuturro, josh cody, rio

rating: (except for J. Cody)

sum:there’s a heatwave sweeping the nation. they’re encouraging everyone to have fun, but to stay cool.

“If you think about it, you’re more likely to die in a car crash than you are to be attacked by a shark.”

Your widened eyes lifts from the water gently rocking beneath you. The sight prompts Johnny to continue.

“I’m serious—“

“Andnot helping, Johnny!”

The uneasy look on your face should erase the smile on Johnny’s face, but it only doubles it in size. The five months you’ve lived in Graceland he’s never seen you scared before. Not even with a gun pointed at you.

“I go out and surf all the time—“

“Exactly,”you continue as he begins to guide your board further into the water. “AndI tell you you’re crazy each time.”

“And,” he chuckles. “I come back alive each time.”

Johnny’s words may be truthful, but they do little to ease your anxiety.

As your board drifts further from shore, you silently curse yourself for agreeing to this. After a long day at work, you wanted nothing more than to go to sleep early. Johnny had come into your room thirty minutes after your arrival, the bright smile on his face forcing you to roll over.

“Whatever it is,” you mumbled. “I’m not going to be apart of it.”

“You don’t even know what it is,” Johnny crossed the room before collapsing on your bed. The added weight caused you to bounce lightly against the mattress.

“With you, it’s always trouble.”

“I was gonna ask you to come watch the sunset with me,” he’d smiled, his chin resting against your shoulder. “When was the last time we got to hang out? Just us two?”

The question was enough to make you agree to drag yourself out of the bed you had just laid in, so that you could spend time alone with your best friend.

When he invited you to watch the sunset, you thought Johnny had meant from the shore. You go with Johnny to the beach a lot, you even go in the water, but you’ve never ventured this far out.

You are now wide awake and seated on Johnny’s paddle board. He stands behind you, guiding the board. He may have teased you before, but Johnny does not mention that you sit as close to him as possible.

“Say what you want about sharks, Johnny,” you say, eyes returning to the water beneath you. “But, they’re far less likely to attack us if we’re closer to shore.”

“Let a shark try and roll up on this paddle board—“

“What are you going to do?” Your eyes roll, a tiny smile manages to outweigh your nerves as Johnny’s chuckle fills the air. “Fight it?

“I could punch it in the nose—“

“I doubt that works.”

“I read it online—“

“So it has to be true?” You tip your head back to see Johnny’s head shaking. The smile on his lips stretches as he meets your gaze. “Besides, I love you, JT. But my faith in you deterring a Great White with a punch is extremely low.”

“Man, whatever.” Johnny kisses his teeth, his eyes rolling as you release a giggle. “If you fall off don’t call me out there to punch a shark, and save you.” He glances down at you, his smile growing at the look of skepticism he finds. “Im serious, I’ll paddle my ass back to shore without you.”

“Like you’d leave me out here. I’m the only person who laughs at your jokes.”

“Look, y/n, I love you but you need to get your shit together.”

Letty’s words widen your eyes, the look of confusion on your face causing her eyes to roll.

“Me? What are you talking about?”

You are met with a temporary silence as Letty cautiously peeks around the edge of the building. Once she is certain the coast is clear, she turns back to you. Shifting the strap of her water gun, she allows the nearly empty weapon to hang by her side.

Letty steps forward, her hands clamping down on your shoulders. Her voice is just above a whisper as her dark brown eyes meet your gaze.

“You need to stop pulling your shots.”

“I am not pulling my shots.”

Letty’s eyes roll for the second time today. “I know we’re playing against your husband, but I am trying to win this game.”

“So am I–”

“Good, so that settles it, next time you see Angel empty the clip.”

She gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before disappearing around the corner.

It is Saturday afternoon and you’re currently crouched alongside the back of the clubhouse. The red bandana tied around your left upper arm represents your team’s color. Despite having discarded your t-shirt, leaving you in just your shorts and bikini top, you are sweating buckets.

The game has been going on for nearly twenty minutes. The rules are simple: capture the flag. The team captain has the flag, or bandana, tied around their arm. Once they are shot, the shooter can retrieve the flag. Game over.

You and Letty are the only people on your team not drenched from head to toe. Your other teammates, Ez and Neron, are seated at the front tapped out.

Letty managed to take out Gilly, and you managed to take out her dad. Angel and your five-year-old son are the final teammates on the opposing team.

As you carefully make your way through the parked cars of the lot, finger hovering above the trigger, you realize Letty is right. You might have let Angel getaway, once. When you’d initially snuck up on Angel, your goal was to shoot him—you just needed to get closer. Angel was so focused on scanning the parking lot that he didn’t hear your footsteps as you’d snuck upon him. You would have shot him if your foot hadn’t bumped into a poorly discarded toolbox, the sound giving Angel enough of a heads up to seek cover.

You come to a halt as the sound of shuffling feet breaks your concentration. Spinning on your heels, you pause as you find your son, Danny, standing a few feet away. Your shoulders relax as you lower your gun.

“Hey, sweetheart,” you sigh, wiping your hand against your forehead. “Where’s daddy?”

By the time Danny makes his way back to his father’s hiding spot, a drenched Letty has joined Ez and Neron at the front of the clubhouse.

“Did you find your mom?” Angel asks, watching as your son shakes his head. Peeking over the hood of the car, Angel allows his eyes to scan the lot. “Alright, stay here, I’m gonna go find her.”

Angel only manages to get two steps past the security of the car when he’s blasted by a cool stream of water. Your finger clamps down on the trigger, your son’s giggles drowning out Angel’s screams as tries to avoid the water blasting his chest and face. Trying to avoid crashing into your son and running back into the car, he has nowhere to go. Reaching forward, he groans as you narrowly escape his grip.

You wait until you’ve emptied the remnants of your gun before allowing him to catch your waist. “You owe me a flag.”

A dripping Angel is a mess of breathless laughs as he wipes the water from his eyes. “I can’t believe you turned my son against me!”

“That’s all you got, Wilson?” Joaquín’s laughter drifts across the crowded street. The sound attracting more passing guests. “I thought you’d have better aim than this!”

Seated beneath the blazing sun, Joaquín Torres watches as Sam shakes his head. The grin on the young man’s face tightens Sam’s grip around the orange ball he holds.

Joaquín’s hands rub together in anticipation, his dark brown eyes challenging his friend to end his winning streak. In the last hour, since he’s taken over at the dunk tank, Joaquín has yet to be dunked. The determination between Sam’s eyes might stem from the fact that Joaquin dunked him–twice–on the morning shift.

Bright eyes and the ability to talk to anyone have allowed Joaquin to throw off the concentration of each person that has stepped forward to try. Even Sam.

Sam releases a groan as the orange ball slaps the yellow tarp beside the target, and Joaquín’s cocky smile remains intact.

“Whewww,”Joaquín whistles. “You want anotherround, Wilson? It’s $5.”

“I could just knock your ass off for free,” Sam chuckles as he gathers the balls surrounding the dunk tank. “What’s stopping me from hitting the target now?”

“Don’t be a sore loser, Sam,“ Joaquin winks. He motions towards the audience. "Donations are going to the kids.”

“Don’t worry, Sammy. I’ll get him for you.”

You wouldn’t have believed it possible, but the smile on Joaquín’s face doubles in size as he watches you catch the ball Sam tosses your way.

“Uh-oh, Torres,” Sam teases, watching as you step up to the yellow tape sticking to the pavement. “Sure you don’t wanna get down, let someone else get dunked?”

"You know me,” Joaquin smiles, watching as you study the target. “I’m not one to back down from a challenge.”

“Speaking of challenges.” Sam pauses as the power behind your first throw echoes silencing the conversations of those standing by to watch. Hitting the outer edge of the black circle, the orange ball dropped to the ground before rolling back towards you. Sam’s smile stretches as he briefly glances in your direction. “How about we make things interesting?”

“Interesting?” Joaquin’s eyes leave Sam’s long enough to watch you bend down to retrieve another ball. “What you got in mind?”

“If Y/N here knocks that cocky smile off your face, you finally gotta ask her on that date.”

“Date?”

The loud‘thwack’ that follows sends ripples across the bright yellow tarp. The edge of the ball connects with the black circle, bouncing off the side of the metal target. The board beneath Joaquin trembles, a sign of relief in response to narrowly missing that close call.

“Yeah,”Sam smiles as he passes you your third and final ball. “Youknowthat date I’ve been telling you to take her on so I can stop hearing how–”

“A date’s fine,” Joaquin speaks loudly drowning out the remainder of Sam’s sentence.

His narrowed eyes burn a hole into a grinning Sam. The sight seeming foreign to anyone who has worked with Joaquin. The smile that spreads across his lips as he allows his gaze to return to you is the one you have associated with Joaquin for the last month.

It is a smile that comes the instance you acknowledge his presence. Whether it be a simple “morning, Torres,” as you pass. Or the moments he catches himself ramblingly excitedly about the mission, only to find you watching him an amused smile on your lips. Or the sound of your laugh as you shake your head, trying not to cave to one of his corny jokes. It is the smile that had the entire unit convince Joaquin was falling hard for the analyst Sam brought in to assist on the mission.

“Hate to crush your dreams of a candlelight dinner, sweetheart, but no one’s dunked me–”

Laughter drowns out the splash of water as the board shifts releasing Joaquín into the ice-cold tank. Even beneath the freezing surface, Joaquin can hear Sam’s laughter above all the rest. When he finishes wiping the water from his eyes, Joaquin finds you standing alongside the tank.

“How’s the water?” The smile on your lips grows as Joaquin pushes his damp hair back from his forehead.

“Not bad,” he chuckles. His playful eyes meet your gaze. “You must have reallywanted that date.”

“So what do I get if I pay for the deluxe special?”

The sound of your voice pulls Jax’s attention from the woman behind the wheel of the Mazda parked alongside him. Jax smiles widely as he watches you push the door of your jeep shut.

“I’d have to take you inside and show you.”

The playful blue eyes focused on you cause you to arch your brow. “Since when are you afraid of an audience, Teller?”

“You know I’m not, darlin’” Jax chuckles as you retrieve your wallet. “I just know how shy you get. Wouldn’t want you to hold back if we’re planning on having some fun today.”

Dropping the twenty into the jar in his hand, you can’t deny your best friend a smile as Jax comes to a stop before you.

The parking lot of Teller-Morrow is full of cars, tables of food prepared by Gemma, familiar faces, and a number of shirtless Sons. The car wash is in full swing. You sat in line for fifteen minutes, listening to the car radio, as the line slowly inched it’s way through the gate of the parking lot. The only reason you did not turn around to go home is that you are technicallysupposed to be working the car wash. You had promised Gemma you’d stop by after your shift at work.

“We need men to get their cars washed too, sweetheart,” she’d reminded you as she walked you out last night. “So come on by after work, bring your bikini and a smile.”

Although your arrival is nearly and hour late, one look around the crowded parking lot has confirmed your suspicions. Jax did not need the help. The prospect of seeing him, specifically, dripping in water and suds was enough to bring every woman in Charming down to the autoshop.

“You’re a little over dressed,” he notes, his eyes passing over your outfit.

“I came straight from work.”

“Hey, I’ve been working,” Jax starts, the rolling of your eyes causes him to chuckle.

“I’m sure you have.” The smile on your face grows as you tug your shirt over your head. “For someone’s whose been working, you’re awfullydry.”

“I had to leave some cars for you,” Jax continues, his eyes lingering on green fabric of your bikini top. “When word spread you’d be here, a whole line of cars showed up.”

“I bet,” you laugh sarcastically.

“Besides,”Jax grins as you bend down to retrieve the bucket of soapy water by his feet. “My job’s to bring in the cars, not wash ‘em.”

“I don’t know.” Your eyes pass over the parking lot. You wait until your gaze returns to his to continue. “I think some of these ladies might demand a refund if they don’t see you wet at least once today.”

“You sure you don’t have an ulterior motive, sweetheart?” Jax’s brow arches, tongue passing over his lips as your eyes drop from his. “If you wanna see—“

Jax freezes, his words getting caught between the breath that catches in his lungs. The remnants from the bucketful of soapy water launched his way drips from his head, down his chest, trickling down to his toes.

The initial shock leaves Jax and the on lookers quiet. Jax runs his hand down his face, wiping the suds away. Blinking, he shakes out his hair. The smile on his face growing as he takes in your playful eyes.

Jax runs his hands through his hair. “Was it worth it?”

You allow your eyes to take him in. A warm blush has crept across Jax’s skin by the times have you’ve finished allowing yourself to admire your handiwork.

“Nope.”The response is not what he is expecting. Jax’s brow furrows as he watches you shake your head. Bending down, you retrieve the second bucket, drenching him before he can move out the way. “Nowit’s worth it.”

You only make it two steps before your feet are off the ground, Jax throwing you over your shoulder.

“I was just joking,” you giggle. The sound does little to deter Jax as he carries you across the lot towards the hose. “Jax!”

Music and laughter drift across the backyard of the Cody house. Empty beer bottles and soda cans have been abandoned. The once-bustling backyard is now empty. The party shifted inside to enjoy the steaks and burgers, fresh off the grill, in the sanctuary of air conditioning.

Your arms rest against the hot concrete of the pool’s edge, your cheek pressed against your skin. Eyes closed, you listen to the conversations and music muffled by the glass separating you from your friends.

From the moment your plane touched down at LAX, you have been dreaming of swimming in the Cody’s pool. After mingling and catching up with friends, you haven’t seen since Christmas break, you discarded your sundress and disappeared beneath the cool water.

“Shit, look who decided to fly back out West.” A soft smile finds your lips as the weight of Josh’s hands settles against your waist. “Thought Miss. Ivy League was too good to slum it with us criminals.”

“Trust me, nothing’s changed,” you catch a brief peek at a pair of playful light blue eyes as you look over your shoulder. “I’m only back because I missed the sun.”

J’s chuckle is low, his smile brushing against your shoulder as he guides your hips back to meet his. You could blame the heat as the reason why you don’t move away, say you’re too exhausted to muster up the strength, but the smile on your lips says otherwise. The kiss lingering against your pulse relaxes your limbs, your body thankful you have the edge of the pool to keep you stable.

It is a kiss fueled by a single purpose. To test the waters and disapprove the last conversation you and your ex-boyfriend shared on the phone a week prior.

“When you coming over?” It is a question you knew Josh would ask the moment you’d shared your plans to return home for the summer.

“When I have time,” you’d sighed. “I’m busy, Josh. I’ve got online summer classes, this internship, plus my part-time gig—we’re not in high school anymore. I can’t spend all day hanging by the pool with you.”

The sigh that escapes your lips as J’s fingers slip beneath the strap of your bikini brings a smile to his lips. He’s one step closer to getting his answer. The pressure of his lips against your neck, paired with his wandering fingers, is enough to distract your mind from the heat bogging you down.

“‘S that all you missed?” J drags his thumb along the curve of your breast, urging you to answer his question.

Your silence prompts his touch to wander. The pad of his thumb, rolling over your nipple, coaxes out the answer to his question. Before it can slip out, betraying your declaration made when you left last summer, you bite your lip.

You nod your head, the “yep”you manage not sounding nearly as assured as it did in your head. “Well–that and this pool.”

“So, I take it you don’t wanna go inside?” The soft and meticulous kisses he leaves against your neck match the movements of his fingers as they drift beneath the waistband of your bottoms.

“Josh, your uncles are inside–”

“So I guess we’ve gotta do it here then,” he mutters against your skin.

His face tucks against the warmth of your neck as he guides himself into you. Your mind lags, trapped between the wall and the heat of his touch. Time apart has done little to erase your body from his mind. Two years of a whirlwind romance meant J knew how to reel you back in, no matter how much time has passed. He knew where to place his lips and fingers, to shut off the rational part of your brain meant to warn you from falling back into this cycle.

His thrusts are slow and deep, his fingers helping build the pressure in a way that pushes away your initial fear of how you two might appear. Two exes who are incapable of escaping one another’s orbits. Somehow, the only two from the party who were not interested in eating or escaping the record-breaking heatwave. Two exes who can easily be seen if someone bothered to glance away from their conversation to look through the giant glass doors to the backyard.

From the kitchen, the breathless words Josh mutters against your ear appears to be an innocent attempt at catching up. No one would take a second glimpse. Each time you say you’re finished, the two of you fall back into one another’s orbit. But the grin on his face as you clench and tremble against him says otherwise.

“Welcome home, Ivy League,” he chuckles his lips pressing a final kiss against your shoulder, the warmth of his body slipping away as he pushes himself off the wall.

“You got ice cream?”

You glance away from your freshly opened cup of ice cream, to find your husband kicking off his shoes.

“Yep.”Nodding towards the living room, you redirect your attention to the vanilla ice cream. “The boys wanted some.”

Rio nods, eyes passing to the living room where his three sons can be found laying on the floor. Eyes focused on the movie playing, they both quietly eat their ice cream. The flattened Cold Stone bag resting on the counter causes him to pout.

“Where’s mine?”

Sliding your keys across the counter, you take a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. “Back at the store.”

Rio’s eyes roll, the playful eyes that briefly meet his causing him to reach forward. You skillfully block his hand, a giggle falling for your lips as you shield your ice cream.

“No one knew you’d be home this early,” you ignore the dark brown eyes trying their best to coax you into sliding the cup back within Rio’s reach. “If you would have let me know, I would’ve gotten you some.”

Rio remains where he is as you leave your explanation at that. He watches silently as you make a point of taking another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. Your gaze lifts, a smile forming as you watch his eyes follow the path of your tongue as you lick the whipped cream for the corner of your lips.

The snide remark stops on the tip of his tongue as Rio takes in the lightweight white crop top and high-waisted cutoffs you wear.

“You went out wearingthat?”

“Last I checked, I can wear whatever I want.”

“I’m not saying that,” he starts. His brow arches as he takes a second look at the shorts you wear. “I’m more worried about the poor kid behind the counter. Probably won’t be able to get you outta his head for a week.”

Even if you don’t bother to entertain your husband’s teasing you know who Rio speaks of. The cocky college kid who worked the counter and flirted with every female to enter the store. The same college kid who melted and turned into a blubbering mess each time you smiled at him.

“Rio, stop teasing him,” you had mumbled the last time Rio joined you on the ice cream run. Your hand had slapped your husband’s chest as his arms wrapped around your middle, his chin resting against your shoulder. “It’s not funny.”

“Trust me, you couldn’t handle her, kid,” he chuckled as the poor boy fumbled with the change in his hand.

“What can a girl do?” you sigh, a casual tone falling from your lips. “It’s hot outside. There’s a heatwave.”

“So I’ve heard,” he notes. “You’re walking around with your ass hanging out, fueling every teenage wet dream down the block.”

Your shoulders let off a soft shrug as you take another spoonful of ice cream. Your husband’s gaze drifts lower, ghosting over your spine as your elbows rest against the marble countertop. His grip tightens as you push your hips back allowing your ass to grind against him.

“Jealousy has never been a good look on you, Christopher.”

Rio releases a dry laugh. “So you’rereally not gonna share?”

“Nope.”Your playful eyes drift past him to the clock. “They don’t close for a few hours, so you still have time to go get your own. Say hi to my friend for me.”

“Damn,” Rio’s head shakes, his hands settling on your waist. “First no kiss—“

“I’m sorry I’m not breaking my neck to greet you with a kiss at the door every time you come home,” the relaxing of your body against his chest, as his arms wrap around your middle, betrays the rolling of your eyes.

“Then, you can’t even share some ice cream?” Rio shakes his head. “With your own husband—“

“Who is grown, and old enough to get in the car—“

“The father of your children—“ He adds, his laughter muffled against the warmth of your neck.

“Oh my goodness,”you giggle pushing his hand away as he tries for the cup from a different angle. “Am I going to be hearing that the rest of my life?”

“Every damn day.”

Dropping your spoon into your cup, you push yourself upright before turning to face your husband.

He softly shakes his head, an amused smile toying with his lips as Rio takes your face in his hands. You stand on your toes to meet him halfway. The kiss he leaves against your lips draws you closer. A smile presses against your lips as your arms wrap around his waist pulling his body closer to yours.

“I’mstillnot sharing.” Your giggles fill the air before you can fully complete the sentence, the admission causing Rio’s eyes to roll. Your hand lightly presses against his chest. “Guess you’re not a good as you think.”

“It’s all good,” Rio chuckles, hands slipping into your back pocket to guide your hips closer. “That’s not what I want.”

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