This Was So Good Excited For Part 3

This was so good excited for part 3

"Are You Listening?"

Part Two: "The Breakdown"

Characters: Rio x Black!Reader.

Summary: It's part two, so I’m not tellin’🙈😏!

Warnings: You’re about to experience a plethora of emotions. Profanity, you all know I got a mouthpiece on me, especially when I’m passionate 😂. There is a brief mention of fertility troubles.

Word Count: 5,000+.

A/N: I just wanted to thank my lovelies again for showing this story so much love. I had no idea people would love it this much. Thank you for all the sweet, hilarious comments and asks💓. I hope you all enjoy the roller coaster you’re about to take a ride on 😂😏😈.

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“Listen, no more talkin’. That clown had enough time to come up with all of it. Find his ass, let him know all my money better be ready by the close of business tomorrow. If not, he’ll be a dead man walking.”

Mick took his orders and turned to leave. Rio stopped him before he could turn the knob on his office door.

“Take those other two useless idiots with you. Everybody else can get back to work. I’m not paying them to stand around looking stupid,” Rio snapped.

Waiting for Mick to leave, he swaggered back to his chair. He plopped down, plucking his glass off the table, gulping the amber-colored liquid. Rio was on his third drink of the night. Slamming the empty whiskey tumbler on his desk, he leaned his head back, running his hand down his face. Alone in his office, wallowing in self-pity. Rio stared at his phone as he contemplated sending another text or calling you again. Thinking about how you had left him on read and sent him to voicemail was eating at him.

“Can’t Keep On Loving You One Foot Outside The Door.”

-Brandy.

Glancing at his iPhone, he mumbled, “fuck it.” Snatching up the cell phone, he tried your number. Ringing twice, it went straight to voicemail. With the sound of the beep, he pleaded his case.

“Come on, ma. Answer my call. Y/N, hear me out. You got this all wrong. Please talk to me. I’m worried about you, baby. I need to know you’re safe. Call me back.”

“Can’t Keep On Trying If You’re Looking For More.”

-Brandy.

He’d started to tell you that he missed and loved you. The thought quickly pushed out of his mind. He closed off his feelings and left the message as is. Ending the call, Rio Tossed the phone down, making his way to the liquor cabinet. Pouring another drink, he made his way back to his seat. Elbows propped on the oak desk, Rio placed his head in his hands. Trying to rub the stress and tension away, he massaged his temples as the last conversation between you two replayed in his mind.

Four Days Ago

Rio had called your phone twice, but it went unanswered. He figured he had stayed out too late, and you had turned in for the night. His mind kept replaying images of him taking you apart. In all honesty, he was hoping that he could wake you once he made it home. Rio was in the mood for another round. He had been missing the feeling of you, tightly wrapped around him. He mentally cursed himself for being so busy that both of your needs had gone unsatisfied for so long. Taking a break just hadn't been in the cards lately. All his rivals had been itching to take over his business. One wrong move and everything he worked so hard for could be gone. They were starting to play dirty, going as far as to try and harm you. He had spent the past several months sending warnings throughout other territories. The warning? Touch my wife, and I’ll make your whole family feel it. He brushed all that from his mind as he pulled into the driveway. Having been up for nearly two days, Rio didn’t bother parking in the garage. All he wanted to do was shower and lay up under you.

“Every Time You Build Me Up, You Only Let Me Down.”

-Brandy.

Entering the house, he quickly keyed the code into the security system. He noticed that there were still dishes on the dining room floor. Flipping the lights on, he strolled into the kitchen to retrieve a broom and dustpan from the pantry. An envelope lying atop the counter caught his eye.

“I left a note in the hallway. By the time you read it, I’ll be far away.”

-Beyoncé.

“Christopher” was written in bold letters in your handwriting. The words “Hope it was worth it” were printed underneath. Next to it, we’re your engagement ring and wedding band. Rio's eyebrows furrowed, and it felt like his heart stopped beating. He convinced himself that this had to be some kind of joke. He snatched the envelope from the marbled countertop, spinning on heels. He made his way through the house and bolted up the stairs, climbing them two at a time. He froze halfway in the middle of the hallway leading to your bedroom. With the door wide open, he could see broken glass on the floor. He forced himself to make the rest of the journey. Rio entered the room. Hangers were strewn all over the place. Your drawers were left open, and the comforter was slung backward on the king-sized bed.

“What the fuck?”

He knew you weren’t there, but Rio called out for you, hoping he was wrong.

“Y/N?”

Left unanswered, he stepped over all the broken picture frames that once housed your wedding photos. All those memories were mixed in the broken glass on the floor. Dropping down onto the foot of the bed, he instructed Alexa to turn on the remaining lights. Ripping open the Manila envelope, he pulled out several large print photos and a note. His eyes scanned the message.

“Almost Convinced Me Your Gonna Stick Around, But Everybody Knows Almost Doesn’t Count.”

-Brandy.

“May you regret every single fucking time you decided to play with my heart. I must say, I have to applaud you for such a great performance. Here a bitch thought you were committed and holding me down. Come to find out, you been lying this whole time. It was all just a great fucking performance. Why not lie and pretend? You were living it up, having your cake and eating it too. Congratulations, by the way. Tell red she might want to keep her day job. I plan to empty your fucking pockets before the ink can dry on the divorce papers. I never wanted to be this kind of woman. Since you want to play with my heart, I’m going to play with the thing that matters most to you, money. I hope you liked the photos. They sure did shock the fuck out of me. They're the only thing saving you and your bitch from getting lit up like a damn Christmas tree. Haven’t I always told you not to play with me? Bitch, I am not one of them dusty ass hoes you used to fuck with.”

-your heartbroken, savage, and soon-to-be ex-wife.

Rio sat there with anger and confusion written on his face. What the fuck is going on? He thought to himself. Rio tossed the note aside and snatched up the photos you mentioned. His face fell, and it became clear why you left in the middle of the night. You had printed out copies of the text and photos you received earlier that night. He couldn’t make out whose number it was. There was no way you were sticking around after seeing these.

“Fuck,” he shouted, flinging the photos across the room. He bent forward, resting his elbows on his lap. His hands crossed and settled under his chin as he sat there furious.

“How the fuck…who the fuck?” Quickly realizing who might be capable of sending you such bullshit, he growled, “I’ma kill this bitch. Better count her fucking days. As if I didn’t have enough reason to take her out already.”

Rio dug his cell out of his pocket and frantically dialed your number. His calls went to voicemail several times before you finally gave in and answered.

“What, Rio,” you barked.

“Where are you? Come home so we can talk-.”

“Talk? Now you want to talk? Fuck that and fuck you, Rio,” you retorted as your voice started to crack.

His heart ached to hear the pain in your voice. He sensed that you had been crying.

“Y/N, please. You don’t understand. Please, ma. Come back to the house.”

“No! I’m not coming home, don’t look for me.”

“Don’t look for you? You’re my wife! What the fuck do you think this is? You can’t just up and walk out on me.”

“Don’t even try to play the proud husband card. You don’t care about me. Do you even understand the damage you’ve caused? You broke me, Christopher. My heart feels like it’s in a million pieces. I loved you more than my own life,” you sobbed.

“Baby, please don’t cry. Can you please just pull over and talk to me? I don’t want anything to happen to you. Just please pull over.”

“I’m pulling over. Hear me loud and clear I’m not coming back to that house. I’m done with you, Rio. The last thing you should want me to do is to come home. Did you forget that I have a gun?”

“No! Come home, damn it! Hear what I have to say. If you still want to leave after, I won’t stop you. Tell me where you are. I’ll come to you, mama, please.”

“This isn’t going to be fixed. You’ve ruined this for good now. I’m beginning to wonder if any of it was real. Thinking of how many lies you’ve told sends chills throughout my body. Who are you? You’re not the man I thought you were. Ain’t no coming back from this,” you cried.

“I’m trying to get you to understand that it’s not what you think it is. Fuck, mama! Just listen to me.”

“What can you possibly say to justify those pictures? You were super fucking cozy with that red-headed bitch! How can you explain the damn ultrasound pictures, Rio? Those photos are the only thing saving your lives right now! That baby won’t be inside her forever, though. I’ma catch that bitch when the baby drops. It’s one thing to cheat on me, but you knocked this desperate housewife-looking-ass bitch up! You gave her the one thing I’d been hoping and praying on. Tell me, is it because of the miscarriage last year? Is that why you stepped outside the marriage? Am I not good enough? Was I not a good wife? A good bonus-mom to Marcus? Tell me what I did to deserve this foul-ass shit,” you questioned as your voice continued to crack.

At this point, you were bawling so hard it made it difficult to breathe. Rio hung his head as he pleaded with you to take a moment to catch your breath. The only thing he could do was apologize, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, mama.” Over and over again. “I wish you would believe me when I tell you things aren’t what they appear to be, but I know all the odds stacked against me. Not with these photos. Nothing I say is going to change your mind. All I can do is tell you I’m sorry this is happening.” For the first time since Marcus was born, his eyes became glossy as he fought the urge to shed a tear.

The line went quiet for the longest fifteen minutes. Rio was relieved to hear you finally take a deep breath. Your voice was scratchy and raw. You no longer wanted to listen to his broken promises and lies as you spoke with finality.

“I hope you know just how much I loved you. I pray that you know how much I’ll always love you, but this is something I can’t get past,” you whispered. “Never did I think I could hate and love you this much.”

Not interested in giving Rio another moment to waste your time, you ended the call. Knowing how his mind worked, you turned off the location on your phone. You knew he wasn’t going to give up without a fight. Taking a few moments to pull yourself together, you dried your eyes and continued your journey. You headed to the place you hoped he wouldn’t think to look for you.

Having no control of the situation, Rio was becoming more desperate to find you. You were out there, all by yourself. No one was watching over and keeping you safe. He had no one to blame but himself. All this was happening on account of his actions. If only he could find you and get you to listen. Even if that were to occur, how could he get you to understand what was happening? In all honesty, even if he were to explain it, there would still be repercussions. Sadly, in a twisted way, he had fucked up.

Rio had checked your location before the call had ended that night. He spent hours trying to find you, but even with the help of his crew, the search was unsuccessful. It was back to the grind that morning, resuming the search after wrapping up any urgent business matters. Rio tried everything he could think to do. He had one of his men trying to track the GPS on your truck. Only you were a step ahead of him. They had found your vehicle parked at your best friend's house. Y/B/N came stomping outside, lashing out at Rio for breaking your heart. The two of them had exchanged a few harsh words. He bit the bullet and called his mother-in-law. The only thing that had come of that experience was a heated exchange between Rio, your father, and two older brothers. Realizing no one wanted to give him any information, Rio focused on your checking activity. He looked to see if you had used your bank or credit cards. He damn near blew a vein when he saw you’d made a large cash withdrawal. It was enough money to keep from having to use your cards. He had no idea if you’d hopped on a plane. If you had gotten a rental and we’re driving across the country. Three of your close friends each lived in a different state. You could’ve been anywhere by now.

The past four days consisted of long sleepless nights and endless searching. Not knowing how else to find you, Rio decided to deal with something else that needed handling. Pushing away from his workspace, he threw back the rest of his drink. Setting the empty glass on the table, he exited his office. Mick had returned from his errand and met up with Rio in the parking lot. He could tell that his boss was running off very little sleep. Mick could sense that Rio had been drinking dark liquor and knew it was on an empty stomach. Pure anger and rage were evident on Rio’s face and in his eyes. Which only meant one thing. Rio pulled out his weapon, checking the weight and safety.

“I think you should let me drive, boss. I’ll keep an eye on things from the car.”

The gesture was one of the many reasons Mick was his go-to. He never had to explain anything, and Mick was a certified trained-to-go shooter. They hopped into the car and sped off towards their destination. It was time for Rio to get some answers. Someone was going to pay for being dumb enough to send that text and those photos. There was only one person he could think of that would be that damn stupid. Surely she knew this little stunt would be the end of her. He just wanted to know what exactly she was trying to prove.

Rio was halfway out of the car before Mick could finish parking. She had mentioned some sob stories about her husband taking the kids out of town, which meant she was home alone. He had found her lights out on the couch with an empty tequila bottle sprawled out on the coffee table. Seeing her sleep so peacefully pissed him off. Here she was getting a nice rest while he had gone the last four days without sleep on account of her, or so he thought. His anger bubbled to the surface. Rio lunged toward her, yanking her by the hair and pulling her into a seated position.

“We need to have a little chat, Elizabeth,” his voice was cold and calculated.

Still not fully awake and a little drunk, Beth blinked a few times. Her eyes were like giant saucers when her brain fully registered what was happening.

“R-Rio, what are you doing here? What is happening? You’re hurting me.”

“Trust me. It’s going to hurt a lot more, Elizabeth. You’ve been pretty busy, haven’t you?”

“I have? W-what are you talking about?”

“You seriously want to play stupid? Come on, ma. That’s only going to make it worse. Why’d you send it?”

“Send what, Rio?”

He pressed the gun into her chin harder. His eyes were dark as his jaw ticked.

“The text? The pictures of the ultrasound? You’re lucky you got pregnant just in time to spare your life. I’m confused as to why you took it upon yourself to share this information with my wife. What’s it to do with her?”

Rio's face fell at the sight of the confusion in Elizabeth’s eyes. She was telling the truth. Beth was clueless about the entire ordeal. If she wasn’t the one that sent them, who did? Her eyes filled with tears as she was shaking. He could see her playing their conversation back in her mind, trying to comprehend what he was saying. He removed the gun from under her chin, putting it back on safety.

“I can see from your reaction that it wasn’t you. You’re still not completely off the hook. There’s a chance that one of your ditzy friends is responsible, maybe that bitter husband of yours. Someone that knows you did it. When I find out, and trust me, I will. We’ll circle back to this moment, yeah?” Rio’s signature crooked smile played on his lips as he tapped her cheek with the barrel of his gun. You're going to help me figure this shit out. Better find a way to get that beautiful wife of mine to return to me safe and sound. If you don't, all three of you bitches gon’ feel it. Get some rest, ma. You got a lot of work to get to tomorrow, yeah?” He stood straightening his shirt and tucking his gun in his jeans. Beth hadn’t said another word and continued to stare at him in fear. Rio brushed the hair from her face and eerily stated, “sweet dreams, darlin’.” With that, he made his departure.

Rio had Mick take him home. Not sleeping and running off of alcohol had taken its toll. He managed to eat half a bowl of ramen before dumping the rest. After taking a quick shower, he got into bed. Though his eyes were heavy, sleep evaded him. Rio’s brain was preoccupied with thoughts of you. He wondered where you were and If you were doing okay. He was also racking his brain, trying to figure out who outside Beth would be ignorant enough to blow up his life. Reaching for his mobile device, he made one last attempt to call you for the night. It went straight to voicemail, and Rio slammed his phone on the nightstand. Almost immediately, a notification came through. It was a text from Marcus’ mom reminding him to pick him up from practice. Guilt and stress coursed through his body. Rio had to prepare for the sadness your absence would cause in his son's life. How could he explain that he was the reason behind your abrupt departure? Marcus loved you just as much as Rio. Unable to fight the exhaustion, his thoughts led him into a slumber.

The conversation about your absence had been difficult, and Marcus handled it as best he could. Rio had explained to his baby boy that although you left, it had nothing to do with him. He clarified that it wouldn’t change the love you two had for him.

“So is she never coming back, dad?”

The sadness in Marcus' voice nearly gutted Rio.

“I honestly can’t say, but this is all on me. I should’ve handled ma’s heart better. I could’ve tried harder to protect her from outside influences. I just want you to know that she didn’t leave you. She needs time apart from me to think. I’m doing my best to fix it, little man.”

“Do you still love her, dad?”

“Of course I do. Always will.”

Marcus smiled at his father and walked over to him. He gave Rio a tight hug.

“Hope that makes you feel better.”

Rio hugged his son back, kissing the top of his head, “it does, baby boy. Thank you.”

“Hey, dad, would it be okay to call mama Y/N sometime?”

That very question had been like a spark of hope for Rio. You had been ignoring his calls, but he knew you would never refuse Marcus’ precious face. Rio knew it would only make you angrier, but it was the only way he could get you to talk to him.

“She wouldn’t mind at all. She’d probably love to hear from you right now.”

Marcus sped off to retrieve the phone Rio and Rhea (his mom) had gifted him on his last birthday. He ran to the couch, phone in hand, and bounced onto the cushions. Marcus excitedly sent you a FaceTime request. As it rang, the sweet boy crawled onto his dad’s lap to wait for an answer. Only letting it ring twice, you accepted. Your eyes focused on Marcus, and you completely ignored Rio.

“Hi, my sweet baby! I miss you so much, bud! How’s school and soccer going for you?”

“Pretty good. I scored two goals in practice today!”

“That’s awesome. Listen, sweetie pie, I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to kiss that cute handsome face goodbye. Hope you’re not too upset with me, my little love.”

You were doing your best to mask the pain in your voice, but Rio heard it as it made his stomach twist.

“That’s okay, ma. Dad told me you had to take some time to yourself. I’m going to miss you. I hope I see you soon.”

Marcus was on the same page as his father. He sneakily finished saying what he wanted and handed the phone to Rio. You could hear Marcus shout, “love you, ma! Gotta go do my homework. You should talk to daddy for a bit, please,” he begged. With that, the adorable little devil made his exit.

“I don’t have shit to say to you. That’s pretty fucked up for you to use Marcus to force me to speak with you. What the actual fuck is wrong with you?”

“You left me no choice, mama. When are you going to stop playing games and come home love?”

“You’re such a narcissist. Get the fuck off my line, Rio.”

“You can’t even take ten minutes to hear what I have to say?”

“He only want me when I’m not there. He better call Becky with the good hair.”

-Beyoncé.

“No, I cannot. It’s funny that you suddenly have so much time for me. Now that I’m not sitting around waiting on you and believing your lies. You’ve got all the time in the world. Fucking ass. Stop calling me,” you growled, ending the call.

At this point, Rio was starting to become agitated. He understood that he’d fucked up, but you weren’t even trying to have one final discussion about it all. Don’t bitches crave closure? There was so much more to the situation that you didn’t know. He wanted to explain everything, but you wouldn’t allow him to have even an ounce of your time. Rio took a moment to gather himself. Scooping his phone from the end table, he FaceTimed Mick.

“Yo?”

“She answered a FaceTime call from Marcus. We managed to get her to stay on long enough to take screen grabs. Find out if the screenshots can give any information on where the fuck my wife is. I’m not playing this cat and mouse shit anymore. Find her by any means necessary.”

“Got you. I’m on it, boss.”

Ending his call with Mick, he was startled by the doorbell. Glancing at the security camera left him confused. Rio approached the door, his hand behind his back, settling on the base of his gun. He opened the door, and his eyes fixated on a man dressed in slacks and a button-up. The stranger addressed Rio by his full name. He eyed the man cautiously, replying, “who wants to know? Do we know each other?” The man smiled, giving Rio a quick head nod. “You’ve been served.”

Rio barely had time to process what was happening. The papers were in his hand, and the process server was already in his vehicle, leaving by the time it clicked. He didn’t even have to look at them to know they were divorce papers. Not wanting to scare or upset Marcus, he closed the door softly. He did the only thing he could to release his anger with his son present. He went to his workout room and took all his frustrations out on his punching bag. Half an hour later and he was still so full of emotion. He took a swig of water before snapping and launching it across the room. Alone in his thoughts, he pressed his back against the wall and slid down. Burying his head in his hands, he tried his hardest not to spiral, but it was unsuccessful. Rio’s emotions bubbled over as he called you again. It rang once, going to voicemail.

“You’re out of your damn mind if you think I’m giving up that easily. You can keep ignoring my calls but check this out. I’ll never stop looking for you. I can promise you that. Do us both a favor and just bring your beautiful ass home, ma. Sending me papers, I am not Usher, sweetheart, I ain’t ready to sign shit. Never will be. You are my wife. We in this thing for life, baby. I thought you knew. I know it’s hard for you to believe right now, but I fucking love you, mama. How you groan and complain about my lack of communication, yet here you are doing exactly that. Get your head on straight. As soon as daddy can figure it out, I’m coming to get you, darlin’.” Ending the call, he went to do a little searching of his own.

You had only been at your destination for a few hours. Not only had it been a long drive, but being an emotional mess made it impossible to focus on the road. You had to stop to rest and force yourself to eat something. Every hotel you slept in was as low-key as you could get. Your last conversation with Rio had you constantly looking over your shoulder. The desperation and determination in his voice were too hard to ignore. You knew that he was on a mission to find you. That’s why you had spent longer than expected at the stop before. Your mind flickered back to the previous night.

Holed up in the quaint little hotel room, you drowned your sorrows in a bottle of Casamigos. You Swallowed a copious amount of alcohol as your face scrunched at the burning sensation in your chest. You sat on the bed, legs folded with your MacBook in your lap. Fingertips furiously pecked at the keys as you filed for separation. Summer Walker’s “Throw It Away” flowed through the speakers. Earlier, your best friend had called you while driving to check in on you. She had done a little research after you had adamantly declared you wanted to end your marriage. Your friend felt that you were being impulsive. She had taken it upon herself to explain that you could file online. Halfway through the conversation, Y/B/N convinced you to file for a separation. She argued that you didn’t know the whole story, and you agreed. Filling out the proper documents lasted a while. Having completed your task, you took one last swig of liquor and curled into a ball, crying yourself to sleep.

Sitting at the counter of a cute little diner, you listened to the last message your soon-to-be ex-husband left you. Rio’s voicemail made you so angry that your mouth formed a scowl. He was begging for a response, and that’s just what you gave him. Not giving him the satisfaction of calling him back, you opted to shoot him a biting text.

“If you had bothered to open the damn envelope, you’d know they’re separation papers. I was going to take time to clear my head and make a proper decision. Judging by your stalkerish, obsessive, possessive attitude, ain’t shit I need to think over. The papers you’re bitching about now? Go ahead and tear them up. New documents are on the way, my boy! Save us both the hassle and sign them whenever you fucking get them. No need to send a response. I won’t be responding to anything else you have to say. Let this be the LAST time we have to contact each other.”

Rio responded to your text with a photo. It was an image of the papers burning in the kitchen sink. “Did this as soon as I received them. Any other papers coming to this address will meet the same fate, my love.” You thought about responding but were interrupted by someone sliding into the stool next to you. Ignoring the unwanted lunch companion, you tried turning your focus back to your phone. Only the sound of the lunch companion’s voice sent a chill down your spine.

“I must say it’s odd bumping into you so far from home. What are you doing in California? Are you hiding from someone, darlin’?”

Yes, another cliffhanger. Sorry my babies, but I got to keep the suspense going 😜. I know, I ain’t shit 😆😈. Part three is in progress, but I’m working on several different WIP. Be patient with your girl. I hope this lived up to your expectations. It was a struggle to post part two. I tend to be overly critical of my work. Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated. Ask box is open as well💓.

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For six weeks Manny has come to her tiny house without knocking on the door. Appearing unannounced, without expecting to be let in. For six weeks, Kierra set her lips in an annoyed smirk whenever he showed up to wash her car or pull her trash cans in from the street. She rolled her eyes and shut the kitchen's back door to cancel out the sight of him when she discovered him in her backyard digging the hole to plant her boxed lemon tree. The tree that they bought together right before things went south.

She lay in bed and too angry to sleep the day she found out Manny had set up a scheduled delivery from Miss Yolanda's Florals to arrive at her job before she got in to work on Fridays. It was easy to toss the beautiful bouquet in the trash the first week but harder to continue to do so. As the weeks went by she had to wait until the end of the day and do it discretely - not wanting to stir up unwanted attention from her coworkers. On the fifth week, she walked into her sliver of an office to her favorite flowers sitting on her desk. She stood frozen in the doorway overwhelmed by the gorgeous calla lilies that stood tall in a slim-necked, frosted glass vase. Bastard.

The succulent fuchsia and violet blooms called her shaky fingers and drew her head down to smell their thick scent. She knew the price tag for a custom bouquet of this size, she knew the cost of each expensive stem. Closing her eyes against coming tears, she struggled to breathe deep. Bastard! When she was calm enough, she opened them again but no sooner than she set her purse down, a coworker breezed by commenting about how badly Manny must have fucked up to be doin' all that. The playful words were tossed out in innocence, not knowing it would break Kierra and send her to a bathroom stall to release enough of her tears to make it through another day without him.

She always insisted that she could pay her own bills but Manny was just as bullheaded about kicking in because according to him, he was around more than a roommate and they would be paying at least half. So, it was no real surprise when he texted to let her know that he had left his half of the rent and utilities under her welcome mat and to be sure to get it as soon as she got home.

Manny texted her every day. Always a short message making no demands of her, not asking for anything in return - just harmless enough to keep her from blocking him.

…Good morning mi vida…

…Have a good day bella…

…Your hair looks good today, ma…

…Sleep good princesa…

…Good night mami…

Nothing about any of his actions could be classified as 'new' and that's what made it worse for Kierra. Everything he was doing just reminded her that was who he was when they were together. The man she had to give up because the whispers of him cheating were too much to stomach. The rumors ripped her heart out as if they were gospel. The possibility of them being true hurt too deeply because it had happened before…once. She forgave him then but she couldn't do it - wouldn't do it again. She didn't want to know, so she cut him off and walked away.

And it was killing her.

0.o.0.o.0

When Kierra came home from grocery shopping that Saturday morning, he was sitting on her porch. Gripping her steering wheel she cursed. Snatching bags from the back seat, she got out and before she could formulate a smart-ass sentence to send him away, he grabbed the bags she held out of her hands and took her keys to open the door. He was taking advantage of the fact that he knew she wasn't the type to stand outside and argue in front of her neighbors. Pissed as all out, Kierra watched him as he went ahead of her into her house. Damnit! If it were up to her she would have set the rest of the groceries at the door and got right back in her car but her car keys were on the ring he needlessly confiscated. Manny has had a key to Kierra's house since before they made their relationship official. She had always trusted him not to use it except for emergencies and he had always shown her that respect. For him to still be showing it now, pulled on her heartstrings uncomfortably. Kierra trudged up the steps with the last bags muttering to herself in disgust. Why couldn't he have been as honorable with those gap-legged bitches at the clubhouse? Then he wouldn't be sitting outside on the stoop like somebody's stepchild!

As soon as she entered the kitchen, Manny took the bags she carried away from her, ignoring her frustrated sigh. To add to her annoyance, he set them down next to the vase of calla lilies she hadn't been able to make herself get rid of. He had already seen that she kept them alive for a full week. The blooms were stretched open wide, the stems firm and healthy - it gave him a hope he couldn't let show. Without meeting her eyes, he went back to putting her groceries away as if they hadn't spent the last six weeks apart. Refusing to come further into the space he occupied, she scanned the counters for her keys. Wanting to grab them and escape but didn't see them. Shaking her head, she clenched her fists. This son of a bitch pocketed my keys! No words were said while he worked and Kierra stood fuming, her glare burning a hole in his back, which at this point she was convinced he was keeping angled at her on purpose.

When he was halfway done, she found her voice. "Uh-uh. Manny, you gotta go."

He paused in motion, then continued to put the box of cereal he had in his hand on the shelf. Turning on her heel, she headed to the front door to be able to lock it behind him, thinking that she should make him give her house key back before he left regardless of how he had safeguarded it so far.

"No."

"What?" She came back to the kitchen, remaining at the entrance and stared at him standing there with his back to her, unmoving at the pantry. She knew he had a set of balls on him but this was her house. Stomping up behind him, she yelled, "Yes you are! Put my shit down and go!"

He let her snatch the canned goods he was holding away and held up his hands in surrender, leaving the kitchen at a snail's pace. The gesture infuriated her. He was the one that was holding her hostage and he was putting up his hands like she had done something to him? Hell fucking no. "And leave my goddamn keys! All of them."

It was his turning around to finally face her that made her heart stutter-step and her mouth clap closed. It was seeing the real anger in his eyes and the way he tilted his chin up to challenge her. She knew that tilt, it usually came with a quick right fist on the end of it for the idiot who didn't notice the change in his body language during a confrontation. Not that he would ever in his life touch her, but it exposed just how angry he actually was and that for the last six weeks he had kept tightly under wraps. He looked her off, his eyes roaming the room. Tucking his lips in, he shook his head in the negative just once, keeping his voice low, almost soothing. "Nah. I ain't leaving, Kierra."

The hell you're not! "Oh but yes you are! Believe that shit! Manny you can't just-".

"I can't just what?" The heat in his tone was held in check only by his refusal to raise his voice. "I can't come here just because I want you back?"

"Exactly." She snapped, slamming her canned peaches down, her anger at him for causing this, for letting her be embarrassed again, kicked up into high gear.

Manny chuckled as if she had said the dumbest thing he had ever heard. He managed to say his next words as softly as a lover's good night. "Even though you the one on some bullshit, bout some shit I didn't do? Nah." He shook his head slowly, "Nah, Kierra we not doin' it like this."

Like what? Kierra stood in her own kitchen pinned in place by the quiet assertion of her ex. His eyes were slowly and systematically going over her face, her posture, taking mental notes on her breathing, her ability to maintain eye contact - searching, probing for the tiniest crack to invade. He had left her to her anger long enough. Manny was not going to continue to pay for something he didn't do for another minute.

His eyes bored into hers, the effect unsettling. "I can't tell you how much I miss you?"

"No."

"Really?" His chuckle came out on a exhale, setting her teeth on edge, "Oh, I can't?"

Kierra's frown intensified, "No!"

Irritation flickered across his face before a determined calm changed his posture and amusement curled his lip. "Okay."

Manny looked at Kierra standing there furious in all her fresh-faced beauty - flawless, brown skin shining, fresh braids to her waist and perfect legs in soft denim shorts. He wanted to run his thumb over the frown creasing her brow. He wanted to take her hand and uncurl her fingers from the balled-up fist she was tapping on her leg. He wanted to convince her that the hinting gossip she heard was not only lies but at this point only alive in her head. The ones that had put it out there had long since moved on to other names to drop and other relationships to ruin.

"So, what else ain't I allowed to tell you, bella?" Putting his hands in his pockets, he took a gliding step forward. After weeks of not hearing it, his voice was as soothing as a hot bath.

"Can I tell you how I don' sleep worth shit cuz you ain't there?"

With every step he took closer, she shuffled backward. And when her butt bumped the counter he kept coming, so she kept moving, skirting to the left - desperately needing the physical space to be able to think. Not being near him for six weeks may have cleared her mind but it didn't prepare her for the way he was looking at her, or the way he smelled, or the draw of his voice - the smooth, rumbling tenor fogging her brain right now.

"Or how I pick up to call yo ass to tell you somethin' good happened, but then I gotta remember you ain't fuckin' wit me no more?"

Her lower back was pressed against the counter but Manny wasn't touching her. He had kept his hands in his pockets and somehow that made him feel even more intimidating. Stopping in front of her, he cocked his head to the side with raised eyebrows, dipping down to her eye level.

"Aight then, how bout I tell you how I'm passin' up pussy left and right cause even though you say you done with me, an' all that stupid shit…all I can think about is yo ass."

Kierra rolled her eyes in his face and tried to slide out of the corner she had trapped herself into.

"Mm-mm. No." Manny shook his head, quickly correcting her attempt to flee by boxing her in with his hands resting on the countertop on each side of her body. Kierra folded her arms across her chest, putting a clear barrier between them.

"I cain't tell you all I think about is you?" His gaze was soft, dismantling her anger. "Hm? I ain't allowed to say that shit no more?

Kierra's mouth opened twice but nothing came out. She swallowed, holding on tight to the hurt that would protect her before she spoke, "You can say it to anybody you want to…but me."

The finality of her statement was softened by her inability to look him in the eye. "Okay."

Okay?

Manny's lowered register came from someplace deep in his throat, "Can I come check on you then?"

"No."

The length of his pause made her look at him. Mistake. Paralyzed by the polished ebony of his eyes, he leaned back and those same eyes dipped down from her face landing pointedly on the split between her legs before coming back to meet hers again. "I can't come see if…she needs me?"

My god. Kierra's voice was muted when she replied, "No."

Manny leaned forward near her ear, "Yes I can, reina." (queen) Looking her in the eyes, he spoke with conviction, "She's my baby girl. I can't let her think I abandoned her. I love her."

His fingers busied themselves, unfastening the button fly of Kierra's shorts. Shit! As much as Kierra didn't want anything to happen, she missed him so much. Cursing herself for weakness, she grabbed at his hands.

"Keirra." His voice was checking her but his expression was soft. Taking her hands, he ran his thumbs over her knuckles for a moment then put them on the counter, lightly pressing in a silent order to leave them there. "I just want to talk to her for a minute. Gimmie a minute."

Carefully, he drug her shorts down her legs as he lowered himself into a squat. Kierra watched the top of his head as he cleared his throat. She stood ramrod straight, trying to regulate her breathing while he straightened the crooked hemline of her panties across her waist. Her abdomen twitched out of her control from his fingertips grazing her skin.

With his hands resting on the backs of her thighs, Manny addressed 'his baby'.

"Aye, baby girl. I fucked up with your mami. She mad at me an' shit…don't wanna talk to me no more. But you'll listen to me, right? You know how much I love you, don't you?"

Kierra's hands balled into fists to keep from stroking his head, to feel the familiar soft, short hairs on her palms.

"Thing is, I ain't done nothin' wrong this time…but I fucked up before so it looks bad."

Kierra exhaled loudly through her nose, blinking away coming tears mortified that Manny chose just then to glance up at her. Giving her thighs a light squeeze, he continued, "Can you talk to your ma for me, baby? Tell her I said I'm sorry she's hurting, but I ain't fucked nothin' up 'cause I love her."

When Manny's head fell forward against her, his breath heated up her skin and she felt it to her bones. Gripping the counter, she looked heavenward for strength, wishing she could block him out - wishing she had a reason other than fear to call him a liar.

"Tell her I need her…an' tell her she's still my fuckin' favorite person, alrigh'? Please." Separating himself from her, he let out a low chuckle. "Yeah, you still my favorite too, baby."

Finished, he leaned forward to press a light kiss to her abdomen, causing her to suck in her stomach and hold her breath. Manny coming back up, bringing her shorts with him were the longest seconds of her life. His knuckles bumped and brushed as he refastened each button vibrating her nerves, and causing her legs to shake.

"Thank you."

Folding her arms again Kierra wrapped them tight around herself. She hated how vulnerable she felt…how open. Don't look at him. Just don't look at him. The jingling of her keys coerced her eyes back to his face and her stomach fluttered. Holding them up by his cheek, he gave her a knowing smile but there was sadness in his eyes where anger was before. "Here you go, ma."

Kierra nodded in thanks and took them, not yanking her hand away when his fingers lingered. Manny dropped a soft kiss on her cheek, murmuring, "Take care, bella. Te amo."

He made it all the way to her front door when he heard her call out to him tentatively from the kitchen. "You hungry?"

Manny's smile was euphoric, relief washing over him at those two simple words. He had been alive long enough to know a woman that hates you, doesn't feed you. He called back to her from where he stood, wanting to hear her say it again. "What, ma?"

"Boy, you heard me."

Knowing he was messing with her, Kierra pressed her lips down on the beginnings of a smile that threatened to come through and laid out the invitation to stay plainly. "Are you hungry or not?"

Manny took a deep breath and let it out. Turning on his heel, he ran his hand over his mouth and chin to damper down the elation he knew was all over his face and headed for the kitchen.

-fin-

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swaghumanoidnickelhero

2 years ago

Uhhh new prompts, very tempting👀

Could I please get 7. “If you don’t get on me in five seconds, I’m coming over there to get on you.” with Bishop?💖💖

Mmmm, yep, yep, you can!

"What?" he asks, entering the bedroom all shower fresh, his skin still glistening a little.

"Nothing."

"Don't be cute. What?"

You wheeze softly with laughter. "Am I not allowed to appreciate my husband when he's all naked and wet?"

"Yes, but baby, I'm fucking exhausted. I can't deal with you lying there, looking at me like a Rottweiler eyes up a UPS driver."

You crack up completely. "Could you not have thought up a slightly sexier analogy?"

"No!" he yells. "I'm fucking tired, mi amor! I've been on my damned feet for eighteen hours, got home, fucked you twice already and you still expect more? Jesus."

"Shouldn't have married a younger woman then, should you?" He snorts at that, muttering under his breath in Spanish. "You forget I'm fluent now." He raises a middle finger, trying to bite back his grin. "So, you've no interest in seeing the new, black lace underwear I have on beneath these covers then, no?"

Immediately, his ears prick up. "You made no mention of black lace earlier?" He takes a seat on the chair in the corner, eyeing you with keen interest.

"True, but that's because you fucked me on the hallway floor and then in the kitchen, so I had no time to go change into them." Grabbing the covers, you whisk them away, revealing yourself to him.

He raises an eyebrow, his grin growing." If you don’t get on me in five seconds, I’m coming over there to get on you.”

Black lace never fails.

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swaghumanoidnickelhero

2 years ago

Angel reyes x Bishop losa daughter part 1

Yn losa comes to see her dad and how's been after a few years. On her way of healing there relationships she meets this man.

Angel hey mama's

You hello do you know where Bishop losa is

Angel yeah

Your dad sees you

Bishop Emily

You You run up to him hi dad

Angel in his head dad

Bishop how about you been

Emily I been good hru

Bishop good

Emily that's good pa

The rest of group comes in

Ez hi I'm Ezekiel

Emily hi I'm Emily

Ez nice

Emily yeah

You all sit at a table and have a round of drinks

Bishop mija can I talk to you

You yeah coming

You whats up

Bishop well I would you like if you stayed here when I we went on our travels

You but I want to come please

Bishop I can't every say no to you

You I no do you know where tio is

Bishop you have alot which one

You Marcus

Bishop oh he should be here shortly

You alright

Marcus gets up his bike

Em long time

Marcus mija hi how ahveyou been gives u hug

Em good I figured I come home

Marcus that's good

You go back in and sit down at one of the tables and angel comes up to

Angel Hola

You Hola

Angel so your bishop daughter

You yeah that's me

Angel nice

You yeah lol

You so what's your name

Angel Angel Ignacio reyes

You oh cool are you Felipe son

Angel yeah

You I see your dad at his shop all the time

Angle nice

Your tio and dad glance at you two

You give me a minute

You walk up to your dad and Marcus gets up to get another drink

Bishop so angel

You yo no sey

Bishop uh huh

You pa I'm just being nice

Bishop ok

You lay your head on your dad shoulder

You dad what's so bad about him

Bishop nothing I just don't want you to grown up

You dad I'm grown woman

Bishop I know

You te amo

Bishop te amo princess

The next morning

You getting dressed in a comfortable outfit and head

Ez hey do you want some coffee

You sure gracias

Ez de nada

You hey angel

Angel hi ma

Bishop good morning mija todo bien

You si

You guys spend the day at the temple doing some cleaning

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swaghumanoidnickelhero

2 years ago

Emily Reyes

You moved from Santo Padre to college and now you decided to come back home

You have some missed calls from your brothers

Angel hello

You hi sorry I was busy

Angel it's ok sis I'm glad your ok

Ez joins the call

Ez Emily Marisol reyes

You hi ezkeial ingancio reyes

You I was packing for home

Ez wait

Angel what

You I'm coming home

Angel yay

Ez yay

You arrive at the temple and say your back

Angel sis

Ez em

You hi you give each other a bear hug

Angel pops is here

You run out the temple and tackle your dad

Felipe emily marisol reyes

You hi papa

Felipe I'm so happy rn

You me too I missed u

You were having a party tonight and I hope you come

Felipe I will definitely come

You awesome

You do you thinknyou bring some Carne for us

Felipe of course mija

You awesome you can come in if you want

Felipe ok mija

Angel hey pops

Ez hi do you want anything to drink

You can make a sherry temple

Ez right alright princess

You ty golden boy

Ez laughs

Angel looks at me

You I know something what's up

Angel yo no sey

You uh huh

You punch is arms which is one feay you got everything out of your older brother

Angel nothing nada

You uh huh who's here

Angel fine Rio here's

You where

Angel outside

You walk out and see rio

Rio hey

You Rio Rodriguez

You tackle him

You I missed u so much how's everything

Rio good mama

You that's good 👍

Rio mom hey Emily

You hi Mrs Rodriguez

You my dad insde BTW

R Mom I go to talk to him

Rio so Estes bein

You better now that your here

Rio aww you have feelings

You of course papi

Rio slow down Mami

You gather everyone for eating and you all are getting along .

You meet Rio outside while he chilling with your brothers

Rio hey ma

You hi

Angel gives u a look

You calmate pendjo

Ez she told you

Angel shut up

You cuddle up to Rio

Angel fine I allowed it

You good te amo

Angle te amo Hermosa

"Gimme Some"

Characters: Rio x Black!Reader.

Summary: You know what they say, “sharing is caring,” and Rio wants a taste 👅.

Warnings: Cursing, daddy kink, and smut sprinkled throughout the story🙈😈. This a lil freaky, y’all🤷🏾‍♀️.

Word Count: 1,800+.

A/N: I Ate one blow pop, and my mind went straight into kink mode😆! It’s my birthday, so to celebrate, I’m finally posting something for all my sweet mutuals💓. Please excuse any grammatical errors.

Checking your phone for the third time in a row, you exhaled. You waited patiently for Rio to come home. He had called earlier that day, letting you know he’d have some free time tonight. Your mind replayed the conversation.

“Going to be a light business day, sweetheart. I’m coming home early tonight. Just give me a couple of hours. Get your beautiful ass ready. Put on that little dress I like. I’m taking you to dinner, mama.”

Rio had chuckled at the giddiness in your voice. Spontaneous date nights were one of the many things you loved about him. Growing impatient, you shot him a quick text.

Husbae😘🙈♥️: Papaaa, how much longer are you going to be?

Wifey: I’m leaving in a few minutes.

Husbae😘🙈♥️: Bruh, it’s going to be forever before we get to our reservation😩🙄. I know your pretty boy ass will still need to shower and change once you get here.

Wifey: Of course! You know I got to put that shit on for my wife. Chill, It won’t take that long. You getting hangry, my baby?

Husbae😘🙈♥️: You swear you know me so well😒. Just hurry up, please😏.

Wifey: I knew my good girl didn’t forget her manners.

Husbae😘🙈♥️: Rio.

Wifey: Chill, mama, lol. I’m on my way home to you now.

Rio had been right about one thing. You were starving and regretting the choice to skip breakfast. Then there was the stupid idea to work through lunch. Now here you were, stomach growling obnoxiously loud. You knew there was no use in searching for a snack. The busy week you’d been having kept you from restocking the pantry. Glancing at your handbag on the coffee table, you rifled through it. Pulling a blow pop from an inner pocket, you ripped the plastic off, tossing it aside. Tastebuds sprang to life as your mouth wrapped around the watermelon-flavored treat. You enjoyed the blow pop and scrolled through TikTok.

Twenty minutes passed before you heard the front door unlock. Keying in the pin to the alarm, Rio headed to the living room in search of you. You could smell his cologne before he entered the room. Feeling his presence, you spoke without looking up from your phone.

“Hi, baby.”

Your head tilted so he could pepper you with kisses on the cheek. He buried his face against your neck and inhaled his favorite scent on you. Rio groaned, sliding his tongue across the flesh. He finished with a playful bite, leaving a slight indentation.

“You smell good enough to eat, mama. I see this dress is hugging all those curves as usual.”

Still scrolling through your phone, you giggled and thanked him. He rolled his eyes, noticing you were on TikTok.

“You need to leave that social media shit alone, baby. That can turn into an addiction.”

“Relax, father, I’m just occupying myself until you’re ready to leave. Go shower and get ready, papa. I’d advise you to feed me as soon as possible. You know I’ll catch a full-blown attitude if you don’t. This sucker will only curb my appetite for so long,” she sassed with a mouthful of blow pop.

“Always talking with a mouth full,” he responded.

His eyes twinkled with mischief. Your brain registered what he meant, and your eyes darted to him.

“You never seem to mind,” you smirked, refocusing on the phone screen.

Just as he was about to shower, his phone interrupted him. Rio took a seat on the couch across from you. His attention focused on whatever business associate was on the other end of the line. That was until he glanced over at you. He was thrown off by how sensual you looked eating the lollipop. He was blown away by your cluelessness. You sat there unaware of the explicit image you were painting for him.

There’s no way she doesn’t know how this is affecting me. Mama ‘bout to have my shit standing at attention. She better stop playing with me. Mess around and bend her ass over this couch.

Rio was no longer interested in what the associate on the other end of the line had to say. He made an excuse rushing the blubbering idiot off the phone. Putting his phone on the coffee table, Rio leaned back against the couch cushions. Still admiring the view, his hands rested in his lap as he watched you silently. Hearing him end the call, you directed your attention toward him. His gaze fixated on you. That crooked grin you loved so much made an appearance. Rio couldn’t pull his sight away from your lips as he cleared his throat to speak. His words dripped with desire, “that sucker must be good, mama. You sure are giving it the business.” His teeth sank into his bottom lip as he continued to watch you.

Rio’s words dripped with flirtation and innuendo, putting you on notice. Now that you were privy to the sexual tension in the room, you decided to play with him.

“You know, I much prefer tootsie pops over these,” you explained in an innocent tone.

Rio chuckled at your faux innocence. Your eyelashes fluttered as your teeth sank into your bottom lip, telling him everything he needed to know. His lips formed a slight grin as he responded, “is that right, mama? Why is that,” he questioned, as his words dripped with desire.

Rio leaned closer to you as his eyes focused on your full lips. The sight of them made him crave you. His vision then settled on your face. Rio’s brown orbs drank you in as he licked his lips. The hunger in his eyes caused you to falter for a moment.

Don’t fumble the bag bitch! Answer his sexy ass. You’re supposed to be seducing him, not the other way around.

Pushing all inner thoughts aside, with closed eyes and your lips wrapped around the sweet treat. You moaned and sucked at the lollipop with vigor. A suction-like sound fell from your lips as Rio groaned and repositioned himself. You did not doubt that he was growing hard inside his pants. Hearing that beautiful sound fall from his delicious mouth made your lids flutter open. He could see the deviousness in your eyes. Releasing the sucker from your lips created a slight popping noise, and a devilish grin danced across your face. The lust in your boyfriend's eyes was undeniable.

“Answer my question, mama,” he demanded, voice sounding smooth and velvety deep.

The baritone of his voice caused you to shiver and squeeze your thighs together.

“With tootsie pops, you can swallow everything, daddy,” you purred as you slid the blow pop back into your mouth.

Rio’s eyes traveled to your mouth again as his head nodded a few times. Hearing those words fall from your lips caused his thick member to twitch inside his jeans as he released a low growl. His hands slid down his lap and to his knees as he leaned forward to speak.

“You enjoy swallowing, don’t you, mama?”

“Mmhmm, and you enjoy watching, don’t you? Mmm, this is just so delicious. Want a taste, papa?”

You released the sucker from your mouth, tilting the blow pop in his direction. Biting his lip, your husband gave another head nod. Your eyes followed every movement he made. You had expected him to suckle the treat, but Rio caught you off guard. A gasp escaped you as his hands grasped both sides of your face pulling you to him, faces only inches apart. He closed what little space was left, licking and sucking the remnants of blow pop from your glossy pout. A couple of seconds ticked by before his tongue found its way inside. You didn’t fight for dominance over the hungry kiss, wanting to be his good girl. It was obvious that Rio was running the show and beating you at your own game. He pulled away from the kiss, leaving you breathless. Still close enough to feel his breath against your panting mouth, another lopsided grin graced his face. Rio’s eyes bore into yours as one of his hands slid down your torso. He caressed your stomach and trailed his digits to your thigh, where he fisted the thin fabric of your dress. With one firm yank, he pulled the hem of your dress high enough to slip a hand underneath. You cried out as he ran a finger through your folds, going just a little deeper to lightly tease your clit.

“Now, how’d I know my pussy would be bare, mama,” he asked rhetorically.

You were too busy moving your hips against his fingers and whimpering to respond. Rio acted as if he were about to kiss you again but moved away from your eager lips to tease you. He chuckled as you kissed your teeth.

“You want another kiss, darlin’? C’mere.”

He licked and nibbled at your mouth but pulled back, still in a teasing mood. You wanted to scold him, but your breath caught in your throat. Rio bowed his head low enough to pull the sucker into his mouth, sliding it to the left to bury it in his left cheek. Both were shocked that you had managed to hold onto it the entire time. He enjoyed it as his fingers started to dip inside and play with you again.

“Look at me, baby. Keep your eyes on me while I play with you. Damn, mama. You were right this pus-. My bad, mama. I got distracted with thoughts of my favorite meal. I meant to say this blow pop is good as fuck. You taste better, though.”

His fingers started to piston into you hard and fast. It wasn’t long before you cried his name. The orgasm erupted within as you creamed his fingers and shook violently.

“Rio, daddy! Oh, fuck.”

“Did that feel good, baby? Hmm? Shhh, relax. Come down off that high for me, sweetheart.”

You came back down to earth your eyes slowly opened, meeting the lust-filled twinkling orbs of your husband. Rio was grinning cockily, still sucking the lollipop.

His hand slid from your essence as he husked, “since we’re sharing and all, open up.” Licking Rio’s fingers clean caused him to release a low growl.

“Thank you for sharing with me, baby. I didn’t forget about you popping your shit earlier. Talking about tootsie pops and how you can swallow everything. Come, love. Let’s get you fed. Daddy’s got something special for you. Let me feed it to you in the shower. Need you to get on your knees and show me the same love you were giving this blow pop.” he rasped.

I hope you enjoyed the read, my lovelies! Please be sure to reblog, love, and comment. Feedback is greatly appreciated🥹♥️!

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swaghumanoidnickelhero

2 years ago

Rio and you

You walk into your house after a night in the club and Rio walks up to like this gif above

You hey baby

Rio don't hey baby me where have you been

You I told you that I as going on

Rio You did that why am not remembering it

You because your old laughing

Rio uh huh

You walk up to him

You babe I'm kidding don't be so tense

Rio I was worried

You I'm sorry mi amor

Rio it's fine but this dress is too hot Mami

You oh I know

You why don't you come get it you run up the stairs

Rio mama why do you tease me so darn much

You of simply because I can

He licks your lips as he walks into your room

You you get hotter everyday

Rio ty mi amor

Rio ends up helping you out of your dress and Two end up showering

You this good temp

Rio it's perfect

You wash each other off

Rio immediately notices a shift in your energy

Rio mama's what wrong

You do you think I looked that good in my dress

Rio yes absolutely

You I just thought i look okay

Rio no baby You looked so damn hot

Rio I got you mama your beuafuil , attractive and your the while package

Rio don't let those thoughts get inside your head

You ty amor

Rio anytime baby

Rio ends up rubbing you with lotion and oils so that you feel confident in who you are

You that's what amazing mi amor cups his chest

Rio darling anytime

You I want to cuddle

Rio sure thing

You two end up cuddling all night 🌙

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swaghumanoidnickelhero

2 years ago

Godfather of harlem

You walking toward casa Havana walking into the door you see your father

Battle em que eso

Yn caida Dinero

Battle si gracias put it downstairs Mami

Yn de nada

You come back upstairs and head for a drink

Pablo tu bebiste Agua

Yn no bebi Don Julio por favor una shot

Pablo un minute

You down tour drink and head over to your dad

Yn hi dad

Battle que tal

Yn how's business

Battle may bein mija

Yn bein bein

Yn dad you know don't have to be hard all the time right

Battle I know but I have to

Yn I know I just hate seeing you like that

Battle I know you princess I know

Yn te amo

Battle te amo here hands you 200

Yn gracias pa I see you later

Battle bye honey I might stop by later

Yn ok

You head to the shops and different beauty salon your get everything done

Heading home starting to make some dinner

There's a knock

It's stella

Stella hi sorry to bother you

Yn it's all good what's the matter

Stella enrie dead and I needed someone to go

Yn omg of course so sorry babes

Stella ty

Yn ofc I just started some dinner and I can make some hot chocolate

Stella that would be great ty

Yn of course maria is thr other room if you want to see your niece

Stella yeah I her chubby little cheeks

Stella plays with the baby on the couch

Stella she grown up so much

Yn she has you guys can come eat

Stella so what have you made

Yn rice chicken beans the regular

Stella so good

Yn ty stella

You all three eat dinner and get a call

Yn it's your dad

Stella can you answer for me

Yn yes

Yn hi uncle chin stellla with me and the baby she safe and we just had some dinner

Chin ty for letting me know and ty for taking care of her

Yn of course she probably be with me for a little

Chin I figured ty for always taking care of her

Yn of course uncle I call you later

Chin sounds good ty

Yn no worries

Yn well everything good we can have some dessert if too

Stella that would be awesome what do you have

Yn I made some flan por dos dias ago es muy muy bein do you want some

Stella, yes, of course

Yn perfect here you go

You too wat your dessert and head to bed

You give maria a bath and head to bed

You share one bed all together

The morning 7 am

Making breakfast for the three of you

Yn stella breakfast

Stella tysm

Yn yw

Yn I'm off to work do you think you can stay with Maria

Stella of course auntie duties

Yn aww tyy

Stella no problem

You head to work where you the boss's of accounting firm

Boss hi boss all the invoices are in and good

Yn great Carlos, you can head on lunch

Carlos gracias Jefa

Yn de nada Carlos

You head around 2

Stella hey

Yn hi how was tour niece

Stella really good

Yn that's good im.going to take her to hang out with her dad and my dad

Stella I'm going to head home I'm finally ready

Yn thas great I miss u already I love you and let me know if you change

Stella ty and of course

You head over to Bumpy warehouse first

Bumpy hi em

Yn hi is Pettigrew here at all

Bumpy over there

Yn ty say hi

TN hi

Bumpy she growing up

Yn she is

Yn babe

Pettigrew mama is everything ok

Yn everything fine just wanted to see daddy

Pettigrew aww miss you too

Pettigrew hi princess

Tn da da

Pettigrew that's me who that pints to Del

Tn tio Del

Pettigrew si

Del hi

Tn tio Del

Pettigrew aww

Del that adorable

Yn I see you boys later leaves after 1 / 30 mins

Yn goes to casa Havana

Yn sees her dad

Battle hi princess

Yn hi daddy

Yn I brought someone

Tn abuelo reaches for his hand

Battle hi princess

Tn abuelo coos

Battle come here

The end

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swaghumanoidnickelhero

2 years ago

Taza Romero x daughter reader

Your in the temple hanging out when you get a call

Yn hello

Antonia hi em do you think you could come to my house and babysit

Yn of course Tia I be in my way shortly

Antonia gracias nina

You go to your tio and tell him

Yn Hola tio I'm going to go babysit so I will see you all later

Bishop oh alright princess

Yn can you let my dad so he doesn't freak please

Bishop yeah princess

Yn gracias tio

You head out of the temple and get in your car to go

The gate opens and you head over there

You knock on the door

Antonia hi sweetie thank you so much for coming

Yn of course Tia

Antonia shows you all of the things

Yn awesome tia

Antonia I show be home around 6

Yn perfect hasta luego

Antonia adios Nina

You babysit for a few hours

Baby coos

Yn who's so adorable

Baby coos more

Yn thats right

Antonia comes in after a long day

Yn your baby is so well behaved

Antonia I'm glad 😊

Yn I see you later Tia

Antonia here hands 50 dollars

Yn Tia ty

Antonia no worries

You head back to temple and park your car

There's a party going on as per usually

Your dad spots you and your run up to him

Yn Hola papa

Taza hi princess how was your day

Yn muy bein

Taza bein

Yn what's wrong

Taza nada princess

Yn you sure

Taza I'm sure

Yn k I'm going to go get a drink

Taza gives u a look

Yn papa I'm old enough

Taza I know go enjoy

You go to get a drink when you spot your best friend

His names is angel reyes

Yn Hola

Angel Hola quierda what's up

Yn nothing much the party kinda of overwhelming

Angel let's go outside so you get fresh air

Yn thx

You both head up and drink your beers together

Your dad notices you and angel and heads near you too

Taza angel

Angel yes sir

Taza stay away from my daughter

Yn papa wre friends were just enjoying our company

Taza no

Angel yes sir

Angel bye quierda

Yn bye angelito

Yn really papa

Taza what

Yn everytime I'm so tired of you acting like this. Were just hanging out nothing was going on

Taza your my little princess okay

Yn no I'm going to bed

Taza sweetheart

Yn no

To be con