#Beth getting off to Rio breaking shit

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.　　. 　 ˚　. Have we got our lines crossed? - Don’t waste my time, Victor Lundberg (pt 2)

✩ parings. (blk!reader x Rio)

✩ summary. Valarie was secretly a gang leader, and no one knew about it; however, she retired due to the FBI following her around for the past five years. Rio is a gang leader that her best friends work for; however, he has feelings for Valarie, but she doesn't really have them for Rio. Is she going to fall in love with him, or will they be at war?

✩ warnings. cursing, threats

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We went to this cute little bar Rio says he always goes to. It's old, vintage and there's not that many people here today, especially at 5pm. It's weird but I don’t care because honestly I’m trying to get this shit over with. The floor and its tables have an old yet modern dark mahogany hue to it as for the stools and booths are burgundy with a bit of shine to it. Anyway we walk into the door and he nods to this mysterious guy standing at the bar. We sat down at a booth across from each other. I sit up straight and intertwin my fingers together as for Rio, he just sinks into the booth, relaxing like he’s on a vacation not  giving a care in the world. We sit in silence for a minute until he says. “So…” he pauses trying to gather his words together. He looks up at me “what do you need Valerie” 

“I want you to let us back in” I said nonchalantly without breaking eye contact. He lets out a soft laugh “So you think…you can come around barking orders like that?” 

“Yup what's so funny about it” I said cockly, shrugging my shoulders. “You really think this is a game,” he says. I shrugged my shoulders again at him with a mean look on my face still making serious eye contact with him.  “No I don-” I announced but he cuts me off in the middle of my sentence “yes you do because you bitches are amateurs and I’m not risking my business for amateurs”  

I look at him with a smile forming on my face as I start busting out laughing in his face. His eyebrows furrowed and his head tilted slightly to the side with confusion smeared on his face. I put my hand to my face, covering my smudged smile as my giggles echoed throughout the empty bar. He rubbed his face in frustration “what's funny?” he demanded. 

A few chuckles escaped from my mouth “so you think this is my first rodeo huh?” I said as I pointed  at him for a second. He dismisses what I said  by shrugging his shoulders in a cold manner. “What makes you think that doing something like this only once makes you a pro? Baby you got this twisted if you think-”

I cut him off as I let out a small chuckle “nah you got it twisted Rio, do you realize that I’m bigger than whatever your fucking doing, you’re an amateur to me” I start leaning towards him “you’re staring at one of  the biggest gang leader youve ever. fucking. met”

He looks away from me “oh really?” he looks back at  me as his voice depends. I let out another small chuckle “yeah Christopher don’t get this shit twisted” He looks at me with a blank stare trying to fathom what I just said to him because the thing is that he never told any of us his first name or anything about

him at all. So seeing him looking at me with his eyes slightly widened and surprised about what I said. He looks away from me for a quick second as he straightens his posterior, nodding his head slowly at me. He turned his head back around and looked me in the eyes again. “Ok so here's the deal…how about I let  you guys back in but in return I get a date” he demands in his husky voice as he shifts a little in his seat.

My eyes widened and my cheeks started to form a warm red hue as my body grew tense.“You want a what?” I questioned him in a low voice. He nodded his head slowly with a smudged smirk on his face. “What are we in fucking high school Rio!” I exclaimed  

He let out a low degrading laugh, shrugging his shoulders “it’s up to you ma” he said and all I did was give him a blank stare. 

Beth's House-

I got to Beth's house around 7:30ish and the sun just went down. It was practically dark and the murky streetlights came on as I walked up Beth's longing brick stairs. I was kinda tired and I just wanted  to relax, however, I  had to tell them what Rio said to me. I opened the shiney creaking knob to the deep oak tall door revealing the entryway to her house. My heels echoed throughout the surprisingly quiet house, entering the living room seeing the girls sitting on the off white chair with blue patterns on the pillows. There was another off white chair with the same pattern to it and they both had pillows in the middle of the both of them. Annie was on the smaller couch while Beth and Ruby on the lounger couch, a glass of wine in all three of their hands, relaxing with blissful smiles on their faces. When they heard me walk in the living room slowly they both cocked their heads towards me with smiles still on their faces. 

“Hey Val” Ruby exclaimed with excitement on her face. I looked at her with a lazy smile on my face as I took my black trench coat off, throwing it on the coach carelessly. “Hey guys” I said as a low sigh poured out my mouth. I plopped down on the couch beeside Ruby, laying my head down on  her shoulder.  I felt a cold hand softly touch my back. 

“What's wrong?” Beth said in a semi serious tone. 

“He said that he’ll let you guys back in,” I mumbled. I saw Annies head pop up in the corner of my eye with her arms pointed  in my direction. “That's good though right?” she questioned. I lifted my head up in a swift motion looking at her  “However…” They all groaned at those words, knowing that  there's a twist to it.

“He wants me to go on a fucking date on him” 

I looked at all of them, seeing the confused yet surprised look on their faces as they looked at each other one by one. “What?” Beth screeched as she tilted her head in confusion. 

Ruby gave me a blank stare “Are you serious?” she shouted. I nodded my head at her with a dumbfounded expression plastered on my face. 

I mean…” Annie said hesitantly with her eyebrows furrowed with worry as she started anxiously wrestling with the tip of her sleeve . She paused for a moment looking at the ground trying to gather her words as we just all looked at her waiting for a response to fall out her mouth.

 She sighed harshly looking at me “I mean you have to right? we all need the money and it's only one date, Valarie.” Everyone looked at me as worry filled their eyes rapidly and when I stared at them I  started to frown in anger and also in panic. I wasn’t scared of Rio, it's just the idea of going out with him. Everyone was just staring at me in a blank stare waiting for my response. I rolled my eyes “no…not with him” 

They all look at me with a sadeend look on their faces with a dash of worry and now I’m full of guilt. I felt bad so  I agreed to go out with Rio. I know they’re desperate for the  money, especially my sister and at this point I don’t want my pride to get to me because I tend to do that. So now I’m getting ready at Beth's house for the date. We’re apparently going to this fancy restaurant like I care less, however when I called him that day he sounded so amazing on the phone and to be honest I hope this date goes a bit well. 

I'm in Beth's bedroom, putting on my heels. I’m wearing a black fitted dress with a gold necklace and black stilettos. I have a soft brown smokey eye and red lipstick on—not too much or too little. All I’m trying to do is impress him a little so my girls can get some money. When I finished putting on my heels, I heard a soft knock on the bedroom door. “You ready?” Beth announced as she entered the room slowly with a small smile on her face. I looked up at her, nodding my head with a weary smile on my face. Beth walked closer to me, and I stood up quickly. I try to fix my dress, tugging the slides of my dress down, trying to make myself more comfortable. She looks at me with a smile still painted on her face. “You look great, Val,” she sincerely says. I looked down to my feet. “Thank you,” I said quietly, looking back up at her. My stomach started fluttering chaotically, making me feel sick. The piercing ring flew throughout the whole house, and as we both heard that sound, we looked at each other dead in the eye, full of worry and anguish. My breath starts to accelerate, and my eyes widen while I stare at Beth with a semi-shocked look on my face. Beth's head turned quickly towards the sound of three bells, staring out into the hallway for what felt like hours, but it was only a couple of seconds. The aching pitch of the doorbell echoed throughout the house again, causing me to feel nauseous. Beth looked back at me and gave me a gentle nod as she guided me downstairs. I took baby steps towards what felt like a magnanimous door. I grabbed the doorknob and slowly turned it, revealing him. Rio, and to be honest with you, he looked better than he ever did. He wore a black button-up that hugged around the curve of his arms, showing off his well-defined silhouette. The fabric of his shirt wrapped around his shoulders without being overly tight. His confidence went through the roof with his back straight as he stood there calmly at the door. He also wore some black dress pants that fit his lower body, along with a pair of dress shoes and a black trench coat. His facial expression was soft when I opened the door. His eyes swept my body, sending a chill through my spine as the butterflies in my stomach grew bigger and bigger. I let out a big breath as I gazed into his cold, hard eyes.

“Hey Ma." I stood still when I heard the sound of his raspy voice flutter rapidly in the air. His presence slightly suffocated me, and I wasn’t sure about going, but I was doing it for my girls, not for me. I looked back at the girls staring at me with a worried frown on their faces, but I reassured them with a weary smile. I grabbed my coat, fixed my posture, and looked back at Rio with a cold glare on my face as I

walked towards him “Lets go” I sighed harshly, walking out the door and past where he was standing. I felt his presence creep up behind me as he started walking beside me. 

When we got to his car, I tried to open the door myself; instead, he got to it first and opened the door for me. I nodded “thank you” and hopped in his car. He got on the driver's side and started the car. The engine roared as we raced down the highway. I glanced at him, and out of curiosity, I asked, “Where are we going anyway?" He looked at me and just smiled. I tilted my head in confusion about why he found me so amusing. "What?"I just want to know where we're going.”

"It's a surprise."

I rolled my eyes. “I hate surprises. I hope you know that.”

He chuckled. “I guess now I know." I stayed quiet, waiting for him to tell me, and he did.

"Fine, since you want to be stubborn, we’re going to this restaurant where we can eat, dance, and listen to live music.”

"Seems…fancy,” I said, looking back at him. He glanced at me and looked back into the darkly lit road. “Yeah, we're not far from it."

I stared at him for a little bit longer, watching his rough hands confidently and strongly grip the wheel as we raced down the dark, empty highway. My gaze lingered on him, looking at his facial features and how powerful he looked behind the wheel. My stomach starts to flutter with curiosity and the desire to want him right now. As my trance went further, he spoke, “We’re here.” I was breathless when I looked away from him, and my cheeks were burning red as I stared out the window, noticing we’re right in front of the restaurant. The door opened and revealed a man in all black needing to park our car. I got out and nodded to this man as Rio walked next to me and into the building. As we stepped into the restaurant, we were in this dimly lit foyer with only three people sitting on black benches. It was a small-looking foyer with white marbled floors and off-white walls with art and pictures all over them. There were cute little lights attached to the walls, making the room look safe and comforting. It was a room that I could look at forever. We were greeted by a man in an all-black suit who took our coats and hung them up for us in this cute coat closet. With all the money I have in my bank account, I have never experienced anything like this before, and I was only in a fucking foyer. Anyway, the man in the suit talked to Rio and then guided us to one of the doors in the foyer. When he opened the door, the thick fragrance of sweet desserts and spices brought joy to my nose. The warm beats of music blasted through the air and echoed through the entire building. The sound of music brought me a sense of comfort as a heartfelt smile spread across my face rapidly, taking in all of the elements of this place. I loved this place, and Rio knew I did.

Anyway, I felt a warm hand softly settle on my lower back, guiding me through the crowd and towards our table. We got seated at this small table facing the huge band and the little dance floor in the front of the dimly lit room. There were four couples slowly dancing in front of everyone, having a good time, and it brought me joy to look at all of them being madly in love with each other. I slowly creeped out of my trance and realized Rio was looking at me with a smirk on his face. I chuckled softly. “What?”

“I see that you like this place."

"Yes, I do. I was really surprised if you wanted to say that.”

He nodded. “Well, do you want to dance?”

I arched my eyebrow. “Dance?” I said, tilting my head. I laughed, “I don't dance; trust me.”

But of course he didn’t understand that, because after I said those words, he stood up and put out his hand. “I don’t believe that, Ma; I know you can dance.”

His voice made me cave in, and I took his slightly cold hands as he guided me towards the simple, polished floor in front of the band. The soft glow of the light warmed my skin as his hand lingered down my body and onto my waist, pulling me towards him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, but I still didn’t feel comfortable with him, so I kept my distance. I tried to steer away from his eyes; however, he caught on to that.

“Can you at least act like you don’t hate me?” he mumbled in his deep, husky voice. I steered my attention toward him and glanced into his deep, hickory eyes.

“I don't... hate you, Rio,” I said softly.

"Well, you haven’t talked all night."

“I don’t know what to talk about or ask you... I basically know everything about you."

Rio chuckled and looked away from me, and when he did that, I didn’t realize how close we'd gotten. I felt his strong chest against mine as our bodies moved in unison. His heat bounced off his body and on to mine. Rio's hands grew tighter around my waist, giving me a sense of security. My body grew tense, and my breath was ragged when I noticed what he was doing to my body. I deeply sank into his body, and everything grew still in the room.

[riosnecktattoo]

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Beth jumps down from the counter and when she looks back up she swears she catches Rio staring again, but the second their eyes meet he glances away like he’s mad at the wall. Still refusing to really look her in the eye if he can help it.

“I,” Beth clears her throat, nervously twisting the chain of her necklace back and forth. “I don’t think you and Vanessa should—”

“Yeah, I don’t have to run this shit past you,” Rio drawls. But he’s still in the kitchen with her, so she figures he must actually want to talk.

“I know that.”

“Did you?”

Beth frowns, not following.

“Did you run your little date with Jake past me before showin’ up at my bar with him?”

Her cheeks burn red, the wave of guilt pulling her under and just making her feel so sad again.

“No,” she says quietly.

“Cool,” Rio sniffs, shrugging his shoulders. “Guess we’re even then.”

He’s acting like he’s so innocent in all this and she wants to say no we most certainly are not even. But then she’d have to admit that this all started because she saw him with that other girl coming out of his house and - - she doesn’t want to get in to who did what. She doesn’t want to know.

“I’m just asking,” she says, talking to his back now as he swiftly turns to open the fridge, grabbing that beer he came for.

“And I’m just telling you, she’s a friend.” Rio slams the fridge door closed and turns back to face her, cracking the cap off against the counter edge beside him before aiming his gaze in her direction. A loaded edge to his voice, an unamused smile as he says “Y’know, like you and me.”

He takes a big sip, making sure that lands how he wanted it to, that it unsettles her, the implication so clear it makes her stomach turn. But when it’s obvious he’s seen the way her eyes are getting glassy he looks away. Again. Unable to deal with whatever expression is on her face.

“Why are you doing this?” Beth asks, voice dangerously thin.

“Doin’ what?”

“You’re not acting like you.”

Rio heaves a sigh, deflating as he closes his eyes for a long moment. Then he lifts a hand to wipe his palm down his face, scratching at the soft stubble of his beard, longer than usual.

“How do you want me to act, Elizabeth?”

She���she doesn’t know. Just knows she can’t stand him ignoring her. His indifference so much worse than his disappointment.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”      

“We said what we needed to say didn’t we? It’s done. Back to normal.”

“This is normal?” The pain in Beth’s voice seems to push Rio over his limit because he leans away from the opposite counter and moves to leave.

“Yeah, well, it’s all I got,” he mumbles, voice as tired as his movements.

“Rio wait,” she exhales all anxious now as he brushes past her and she can’t bring herself to physically reach for him so when he doesn’t stop she whimpers, “Rio please.”

Her voice breaks and she hates it, how hurt she sounds, but it stops him dead in his tracks.

Beth takes in a deep breath and steps closer, tentative and slow, until she’s right by his arm. His body slanted slightly away from her. “Look at me,” she pleads softly. So quiet it was almost a whisper, but she can see the way it undoes him.

[needytboy]

i’m logged into this blog so you see me talking about good girls. beth kinda right to be thirsting for rio i mean damn but they’re just really showing her getting off to him breaking shit

[lunafeather]

I'm rewatching 2.05 because it's one of my absolute most favorite episodes and I need to see some more current Brio to get back my writing groove, and god is it still just amazing.

Also Dean is a literal piece of shit, in case anyone forgot

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hi girlie I have a nsfw prompt for YA: is that my shirt?

thx boo 😘

omg anon, i was just about to dive deep into my inbox for old prompts and you blessed me with a new & juicy one!!

I hope you like it!!

There's a lot about her new place that he likes. Closer to downtown. He got money, yah, but he ain't made of it. Gas prices weren't exactly going down these days. He doesn't have to catch Car-man cheesin' up at him from a frame in his peripheral while he's hittin' it. That's a surefire way to kill the mood, and he'd live happily ever after if he didn't have to see that ugly mug again.

There's something else too.. something not quite as easy to put his finger on. It's the way she showed up for a meeting with her forearms streaked in yellow paint, frantically explaining the must-haves of an 'accent wall'.

Or how he walked in on her once, piss drunk, scrubbing red hair dye into her scalp over the bathroom sink. (A small red stain still under lingers the faucet.)

The place smells different - like flowers and whiskey.

It's bigger too. More place for her shit, hers. Not just the kids. Suits her.

Maybe he's gettin' soft - fatherhood and old age will do that he's been told - But sometimes when high, or pleasantly drunk, his mind wanders back to those tear-stained cheeks paired with determined blue eyes, that mouthy suburban mama he tried to rob. How she’s changed. 

Her attitude still a problem, that's for damn sure, but hell if it hasn't grown on him.

It was still the same woman that dropped those pearls on his door. He knew then that she could burn this whole city to the ground if she wanted to –

He just had to make sure she was on his side when it happened.

She’d finally chosen him. Well, not him exactly –they weren’t together, just casual. Scratchin' an itch.

But she'd chosen him all the same. The power. The partnership. He hated to admit just how good It felt. Wouldn’t let himself consider that he’d been waiting on this, putting it all on the line for this.

Guess he just like bein’ right about her. 

Once a boss bitch, always a boss bitch. Now she just got the lifestyle to match.

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It's a little past midnight when he pulls up. He punches the code in ( apartment- living making it a bit harder to just drop in. She didn't give him the code, nah. That's not their style. But she does enter it slowly and deliberately whenever they walk in together. It didn't take him long to piece it together.) and heads up to the fifteenth floor.

Her apartment's warm, the scent of banana bread wafting from a still-warm oven. The lights are off, and the formless shape of leggings are strewn across a yoga mat in the sitting room.

Elizabeth is in bed, but still awake. He can see her open eyes illuminated in the moonlight as her body stirs.

“Hey.” He breaks the silence. A little sheepish.

“Hi.” She's girlish in her response. They grin at each other as he pulls his shirt up over his head and climbs under the covers.

Her naked body is warm, her arms inviting him closer. His sigh of relief fills the quiet room.

Elizabeth giggles into his chest. "I thought our meeting was cancelled today?"

"Mmm. Plans changed."

"Oh yah?"

He mouths at her breasts. "Mhm. That ok with you councilwoman?"

Her fingers stroke circles at the base of his skull.

"I'll allow it."

He bites her playfully on the shoulder. "What else you allowin' tonigh-..This my shirt?"

A black tee is unearthed from the mix of sheets. Clearly not Beth's, or a woman’s for that matter.'

Beth starts laughing. "No, that's ...." She obstructs slightly her face in the pillow between them, bracing herself for what’s to come. "Phil's".

Phil's some sadsack she'd swiped right on a couple weeks ago. Happy with a 'friends with benefits' arrangement, they'd had a couple drinks and downloaded some dating apps. There was no shortage of middle-aged divorced dudes waiting to get their paws on local political royalty, and Rio wasn't easily threatened. Fuck it, let the lady have her soccer dads.

"Phil! My man! Made it all the way to the 15th floor, huh? "

She's groaning through laughter beneath him.

"Dont.."

"What'd ol' Phil get up to down here. Lil bit of this?" He moves his hands down her thighs, ghosting her center. She's wet. "Phil get you hot?"

She's squirming now, flushed.

He puts his lips against the shell of her ear.

"He make you cum?"

"Rio..." Her voice a weak warning.

He chuckles, a little cruel. "You think about me when he was sweatin' on top of you? bet you did, huh?"

'You're arrogant." But shes biting back a smile.

"Arrogant or... accurate. I know you." He guides her hands down to where his erection strains against his boxers.

She locks eyes with him, making his cock twitch.

"Phil... came over Tuesday. He didn't .. stay."

Tuesday. Tuesday. Tuesday, Beth had showed up at the bar near closing. Swaying from clearly having had a few, she'd motioned for him to come outside, where she proceeded to get down on her knees for him in the alley outback. It was fucking fantastic. It was.. shit. Tuesday.

He's rock hard now, yanking his cock free and pushing into her with a groan.

[pynkhues]

Hey! I’m re-watching GG 4x13 and I’m a sucker for the rio / beth / nick angst. Do you know of any fics that have flirty beth x nick vibes which showcase rios jealousy? Our boy is really wearing his heart on his sleeve at the end of the series and i’m loving it. We were robbed of season 5!!

Hey! He really is and we really were. I still can't believe we're not watching a new season right now.

Tragically, I don't think there's many fics featuring Nick period, let alone ones which play into the angsty love triangle. It's such a shame because I thought the dynamic was really fun, especially given Beth and Nick weren't even into each other and Rio kept revealing his hand over nothing, haha.

But! There are some, and some really great ones too!

(Under a cut so I can include excerpts! 😊)

It’s sudden, the anger that bubbles up and bursts. He came barging in here, upending her plans, throwing her whole evening out of alignment, making her feel all kinds of things she has no business feeling, and for what? To piss off his brother—cousin—whatever?

“I’m not a...a toy,” she bites out, startling him into looking at her. His eyes are dark and unfathomably deep, one eyebrow arched in question. “You don’t get to argue over who gets to play with me.”

He laughs again, but it’s so brittle the sound seems to break apart the moment it meets air.

“That what you think’s happenin’?”

“Isn’t it?”

Shiver for Me by ms_scarlet / @mego42

Nick invites Beth to a fundraising gala to help her network, and they run into Rio. Sexy dancing ensues, and Beth and Rio's history leans heavy over both of them. All of Meg's fics are great, but this one has such a terrific underscore of sexual tension and really leans into Beth's ambition and desire to prove herself. It works on so many levels, and I love it a lot.

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And she’s staying in her lane. She’s keeping her head down.

The event with Nick doesn’t really count, right? It’s barely related to Rio at all. She’s being smart and building a new business relationship. She doesn’t have any fancy family members to make all her crimes go away.

She could use a city councilor owing her a favor.

If It Feels Good by @septiembrre

When Nick invites Beth to the gardening program's annual fundraiser, Beth struggles with the implications. This one isn't finished yet (although fingers crossed part two's still coming!), but it's such a great set-up. It's got great Beth POV, flirty Nick, inevitably jealous Rio, and feels full of promise.

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“Seriously, Chris. Why’d you bring her here?” Marissa repeats her question.

Rio takes a long swig of his drink. It’s some craft beer that Nick brought over. He had picked it up at a local micro brewery that he’s been goin’ on and on about. Something about some pre-campaign event he’s hosting in their fuckin’ outdoor beer garden.

“It’s nothin’,” he answers flatly.

Marissa throws her head back, and nearly cackles. “It’s not nothing, don’t give me that shit.”

Rio rolls his eyes. There’s no one like family to call you out.

(without) recourse by mydearmoon

Okay, this isn't exactly what you're looking for, but Nick's there, and it involves snarky Rio POV, haha. After Beth leaves Rosa's in 4.06, Rio's interrogated by his family, especially by his cousin, Marissa. This is just really fun, with some delightful dialogue and rich Rio backstory, so it's worth checking out.

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“Don’t worry, Elizabeth kept me company while you were out there catching balls,” Nick winks at her. It’s meant as a slight to Rio and football, more than a compliment to her.

Nick’s comments must roll off his shoulders because Rio doesn’t react. He does finally look at her as Nick keeps going.

“You keep running up and down that field for four years and whatdya’ got to show for it, Cam Newton?”

Rio’s face is blank - peaceful, almost. Like he doesn’t hear the fighting words coming out of his cousin’s mouth. Beth frowns and shifts her attention back to Nick.

Watermelon Sugar by zetuslapetus / @querenaxx

A college AU focused on football player Rio, this fic recaptures canon dynamics in the new setting so well. It's fun and sexy and full of charm, and has bonus Ruby x Stan which is v important for me personally.

Those are some that I really love, but I'm sure there are more out there! If anyone reading has any recs for anon, you should add them!😊

[igigix]

Omg can you do one where the reader saves rio after Beth shoots him plz?

Thank you for your request! Sorry, it took so long. Enjoy!

Headcanon: Ready Aim Fire

- Rio (Good Girls) x Female Reader/You -

-> 18+ readers only!

-> English is not my native language, so bear with me because there will probably be some grammatical mistakes.

Your phone rings; it’s Rio.

“Hey.” Your voice is soft.

“Hey, Mama. How’s my girl doing?” You can hear him smiling.

“Tired, but I’m finally back home.” The hospital where you work was overwhelmed with patients after a rush-hour crash.

“Did you eat diner?”

“Yes. I almost eat all of the Chicken Tamales. I’m trying to gain as much weight as possible so we can see if you still think I’m beautiful.”

He chuckles, amused.

You were four months pregnant and have already begun to put on weight. Rio, on the other hand, didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he was delighted by the news. He was present in every step to make sure your pregnancy went as smoothly as possible.

He even suggested that you take it easy at work, but you couldn’t afford it. The hospital needs your assistance. As a surgeon, your position was crucial. So you came up with a solution to reassure him. You’ll take some time off as soon as they find someone to replace you.

“You will be home soon?” You ask, concerned given his line of work. You were anxious about his safety.

“Yes, I have some unfinished business to attend to. Go get some rest. I’ll wake you up when I get home.”

“No, I’ll wait up.” You say through a yawn.

“Nah, sleep. You know I like waking you up.” He whispers.

“Great. Now I’m horny.” You sigh, understanding what he meant.

He laughs.

“Oh, the things I’d do to that pretty mouth of yours….” Your body tingled from the sound of his voice. He then adds, “´I gotta go darlin’. I’ll come back to you soon, yeah?”

“Ok. I love you.”

“Me too, mama,” he replies, ending the call. You go to sleep right after.

You wake up later that night to your phone ringing. Disoriented, Rio is nowhere to be seen; his bedside is empty. You reach for your phone, thinking it’s him who’s calling, but it’s the hospital. You pick up quickly, knowing it’s an emergency.

“Hey Y/N we need you. Gunshot wound, three bullets. The patient is in critical condition.”

“I’m on my way.” You get up and get ready quickly. You try to reach Rio before leaving, but you fall directly on his voicemail. You have a bad feeling, but you attempt to suppress it.

When you arrive in the operating room, you quickly realize it is him. Your heart stops. He is unconscious and handcuffed. You rush to him.

“What the hell is this? Take these off right now!” You scream

“But the officer sai—” The intern tries to explain.

“TAKE THEM OFF! OR I SWEAR TO GOD THE OFFICER WILL BE THE LEAST OF YOUR PROBLEM!”

He responds to your order right away.

You take a big breath and exhale slowly. He needs you now more than ever. You put your urge to break down aside. You focus on your task and do everything you can to save him. Thankfully, his condition has stabilized, and you managed to rescue him.

You find a small box when you collect his personal items after surgery. You open it, and you discover a ring. A choked sob escaped from your lips. He was going to propose.

You’re about to pick up Marcus from school a few days later when you notice he’s not alone. Beth Belond has some nerve to show up. When you get to them. You gently ask Marcus to wait for you in the car.

“Listen Y/N I—“

“Save it! I don’t want to hear it! You’re going to tell me that you didn’t mean to kill him? That three bullets were fired by accident? Seriously? The only reason I’m not stomping the living shit out of you right now is because we are in front of kids. Let me be clear, STAY AWAY FOR RIO, STAY AWAY FROM MY FAMILY!”

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[mego42]

good girls appreciation week 2021: day 2 // places and spaces: pwp in the paper porcupine

for places and spaces day, i’m going back in time to celebrate one of my fav show locations: the paper porcupine, specifically the back room.

if there is one thing above all else i am a truly desperate heaux for, it’s a good art room. what can i say? i spent my formative years haunting them and there’s something about a paint/ink/god knows what splattered work table that does it for me. add in a mechanical printing press? nirvana, truly.

so without further ado, allow me to rec some fics that use the space as god intended.

one thing that always stands out to me about this fic is how well it captures the snap, crackle and pop between beth and rio

it opens with them literally giving each other the silent treatment while still hanging out alone for hours on end in the paper porcupine while beth prints for weeks

yes that weeks includes the mutual stubborn silence

iajs that’s the kind of petty that really makes this ship shine

and then when they break, the nasty, bitter reckoning that spills out only serves as foreplay for a hookup that perfectly captures that half bitter antagonism, half desperation to reconnect dichotomy that characterized their s3 dynamic

in addition to a fantastic hook up, the back and forth banter and energy is really what makes this fic shine

1000000/10

fav quote:

“You’re a shit shot,” he says instead, so close now their chests are grazing with every intake of breath.

“I had a shit teacher. Kinda full of himself.”

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is it that i love pp back room hook ups or the post 213/rio’s return from the dead angsty tension? who can say, really

(both, both is good)

whatever it is, have another!!! this fic is specifically a take on the missing scene from the infamous 304 money-making promo i mean montage

what DID they do while they waited for the pulp to dry?????

the tone of this one leans a little more heavy than the previous rec as beth and rio grapple with the bitter weight of everything between them and how it’s made that much more complicated by how present the good parts of their history are as well, and how much they can’t/don’t want to escape either

idk guys, that juxtaposition is the specific flavor of angst i live for

i also love love love that in this one rio’s the one poking at the open wound of their relationship and i love that it’s the key to beth unlocking and airing some of her own grievances. communication! who knew!?

fav quote:

“I like watchin' you work.”

Me too. She wants to say. I like you watching me too. She wants to say. But her mouth is dry and her voice doesn't work so she‘s silent.

“I fuckin' hate that I like it.”

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how do i love this fic, let me count the ways (jk we’ll be here all day bc i love it a lot)

remember how i said my favorite flavor of angst is the kind that runs on a combo of bitter and poignant memory? well boy howdy does this fic nail that like whoa

while this fic is much more sprawling than just hooking up in the pp, that is both where it starts-ish AND a returned to feature including an A++++ negotiation for a new and better blender

points deducted for mention of the keyhole sweater (I KID!!!!!!!) (not about hating the keyhole sweater, it looks so itchy idk why, but about the points deduction)

basically, to cap it off, this is one of my fav rio pov fics, it does such an incredible job capturing this completely exasperated, vaguely pissed off about it, but also kind of desperately into it vibe that feels so exactly right for a later s3 era rio starting to realize how deep his feelings for beth may in fact go and losing his mind about it and i love it a lot

plus the anti-beth list of hook up criteria remains i think one of my favorite things in any brio fic ever, so

and this is all just ch 1, i’m still not ready to talk about ch 2 but just know i think about the bit in the shower a normal amount

fav quote:

No women between 5’7 and 5’10, ‘cause Elizabeth’s height fluctuates dependin’ on her shoes.

No women with doe eyes, doesn’t matter the color, ‘cause she’s all he sees when he looks into ‘em.

They can’t drink bourbon or tequila shots, and shit, it’s not even the things she likes, but the things she doesn’t, too—which means no women nursin’ a chard or a rosé, either.

If they’re got a flower printed or embroidered or embossed anywhere on their person, they’re out.

He’s left women in parkin’ lots for drivin’ vans, and said goodnight ‘cause they carry a large brown purse.

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like i was gonna leave the iconic brio try butt stuff fic off of the list

what i really love about this fic, aside from the fact that it’s hot af, is how well it captures the competitive aspect of beth and rio’s dynamic and how they’re always playing a game and trying to score points against each other

in this version it’s on the playful, almost, dare i say, affectionate end of the spectrum and the way it’s woven throughout gives the fic an extra spark that makes the story an absolute delight

this is also like, the peakest of peak beth, i.e. blurts out something she didn’t mean to and then not only will she gnaw her own arm off before admitting a mistake or defeat but she’s actually gonna flip this whole thing around and lean in as hard as she can and be the absolute best

i also love how rio immediately gets on her level and takes it just as seriously as she is but still finds ways to tease her, without like, teasing her (this makes sense shut up)

what i’m trying to say is the characterization is flawless throughout and captures all of the best things about them and their dynamic perfectly and i love it thank you and goodnight

fav quote:

It’s playful, more of a game than anything else. It’s just that he tends to be a bit more agreeable when she’s sucking him, just a bit more willing to be persuaded when he’s inside her. Usually, she’s asking for something small, like a new blender or a larger supply of singles, something she knows he won’t say no to. Beth has fun with it, daydreaming up some pretext or another while she’s printing. It’s easier this way, to pretend that what they’re doing is nothing more than a transaction.

To pretend it really is just business.

And if he lingers when they’re done—to kiss her and hold her and laugh with her—well, it means nothing if she doesn’t think about it.    

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[sdktrs12]

Omfg send me all the snips but especially broken threads!!!!!

Haha okay soooo 'broken threads' is based off of this -

Here's a snippet -

She remembers the very first time she touched him and took his breath away—literally.

His lips had turned this vivid shade of blue she’ll never be able to forget—a mosaic splatter of cotton candy and the bits of sky that chase the outside edges of the fluffiest clouds.

She’d never seen a more beautiful color.

Remembers the first time she’d given it back too—the violent red that shimmered so brightly she could almost hear its heartbeat if she stared at it long enough...and well—that had stained her hands for days afterwards.

She’s felt his pulse slow to a faint thrum underneath her touch—her touch. Felt time stretch in between dull thuds, like strands of thread, ready to break—until...until....

Until.

And with that same slide of her fingertips, she’d felt him come back to life. Felt the rush of blood course through his veins, the steady beat like a drum in her ears, the warm static of his skin like little pulses of electricity against her own.

It's actually the perfect fic for spooky season and if i could get my shit together I might be able to post it before Halloween.

Basically I'm thinking the set up would be something like -

Beth stumbles upon Rio after a deal gone wrong and her touch brings him back from the brink of death. She's so freaked out by everything that she runs away afterwards but (Rio being Rio) he tracks her down.

They have this kind of stand offish showdown where they both try to figure out what the hell is going on. They know they should probably just stay away from each other, but they also can't seem to shake each other, so naturally Beth ends up entangled in Rio's business.

Eventually they work it out that Beth can heal him with her touch, but they don't know she can also hurt him until one night when they're both working late and maybe they've had some to drink and they decide to finally give into their mutual attraction but as soon as Beth touches him Like That all of his old wounds reopen and he starts dying again.

And maybe they try and keep Beth's ability secret but a rival gang finds out anyway and kidnaps her and...

Well, it's a very dramatic and angsty fic hahaha.

[wakeupflawless]

69 and 72 pleaseeeeee

Post Season 4 fun :)

“Get out of my way,” Beth snarls, shoving at Rio’s chest. “I’m going to this meet. You’re not my boss anymore.”

“No,” Rio says simply, crossing his arms over his chest as he blocks the driver’s side door of her car.

Beth resists the urge to stamp her foot. She’s not a child. Not someone he can boss around. Like one of his lackeys. She’s made a name for herself, has her own successful business.

“This is ridiculous. Move.” she snaps, glaring up at him, hating how much taller he is than her, even when wearing her heeled boots like she is now.

“Or what?” Rio smiles at her lazily, “You gonna shoot me again?”

“Don’t tempt me.”

Rio actually laughs, that absolute asshole. As if there aren’t three scars permanently etched in his chest because of her trigger finger.

“What’s this guy got that you want so bad, huh?” Rio counters, settling in comfortably against the side of her car.

“Money. Connections. Power.” Beth recites, counting on her fingers.

“You know I can give you all that,” Rio murmurs down at her, “And more.”

“I don’t need you.” she hisses, “Not anymore.”

“Ouch, darlin’. That hurts my heart.” he clutches at his chest, smirking.

Beth’s going to be late if she doesn’t do something about this. How Rio found out she has a meeting with a prospective client is a mystery. One of her guys must be snitching on her. But before she deals with that she has to deal with the six foot-one tattooed prick blocking her way.

“I will find a way to this meeting,” she informs him sternly, “I have uber on my phone, you know.”

The smile slips from his face.

“It’s too dangerous,”

Beth scoffs, throwing her hands in the air. Seriously?! After everything they’ve been through together, all the shit, he’s playing the worried partner?

“And why do you care? We’re not partners, not friends. So please spare me this bullshit!”

Rio narrows his eyes. Taking a step toward her. Years ago her heart would’ve raced, hands would’ve shook, body trembled. But not anymore. She knows him through and through, won’t fall for his menacing glares or threats.

“I’m not scared of you anymore.” she informs him, refusing to back up, refusing to break eye contact.

“Good for you,” he says, plucking her keys from her hand faster than she can blink. “Get in the car. I’m driving.”

Beth bristles, glares at him the entire way to the meet, throws snide comments his way. Rio doesn’t rise to the bait, just taps his fingers on the steering wheel of her minivan.

And when the meeting goes horribly wrong, when gun fire explodes around her, she’s glad Rio is such a stubborn asshole, because he’s shielding her behind him, firing off shots of his own and dragging her back to the car in one piece.

And okay, she’ll never admit it to him, but maybe she does need him.

[jade-marie]

Heyyy. With all this supposed romantic jealousy and like you said ‘dick measuring’ game that Nick and Rio are playing, I think about the scene in the car after Beth got Rio arrested and Nick got him out. Rio said: “so what do you want to do about [Beth?] and Nick said “not what you want to do.” This scene makes it seem like they have a plan that they’re BOTH in on to deal with Beth. I’m at first I thought they were playing good cop/bad cop (I still think they are) but now Rio is clearly uncomfortable with Nick’s plan. What the fuck is going on because I am confused?

Also do you think the dynamic between Nick and Rio will become clearer by the finale? They seem to have a very complex relationship and wow, who would have thought utilising one of your best and most underused character that LITERALLY DRIVES THE WHOLE MAIN PLOT would make the show interesting again 🤔

Hi, doll! Ok, you’re gonna have to bear with me because my brain is messy at the best of times and I’ve had a non stop headache since yesterday morning, so making sense of my thoughts is hella difficult right now lol. I’m just gonna break this up into sections to help me keep track of everything!

P.s. I’m sorry this got long 🥴

Rio and Nick’s dynamic

So, from what we’ve seen so far, Nick is extremely narcissistic, manipulative, and selfish. In my opinion, he doesn’t really seem to have a very strong sense of self or morality, he just becomes whoever he needs to, in order to achieve the goal at hand. Whether it’s kissing ass at the golf club, playing politics, or having Rio thrown in jail/beaten with a stool. He’s always thinking about the long game, always about the bigger picture, he likes to use every situation/person to his advantage. He seems to have some sort of resentment and/or jealousy towards Rio and that comes out a lot in his desire to take from Rio. He took his dreams of being a boxing a boxer, his freedom, trivial stuff like the burger and the basketball. I also think he wants to take Beth but they’ve not made it clear in what capacity he wants to take her. Whether it’s because he’s clocked that Rio has/had genuine feelings for her, or because he thinks Beth is a business asset. Either way, he sees that Beth is a sore spot and he’s going to keep pushing as a way to exert power and feel like a man.

Rio, on the other hand, likes to see immediate results, and he can be pretty impulsive. He’s also very self-assured, he is who he is and he doesn’t change that for anyone. He literally has a giant tattoo across his throat which he displays proudly because he doesn’t care how anyone else sees him. But he has a natural charm and charisma that he can use when he needs it, without having to become a completely different person. I think he’s a very emotional person, regardless of how much he tries to hide it, which can make him pretty reactive to situations – see: basically every interaction with Beth.

They’re wildly different people and this would cause conflict in itself because they immediately want to handle situations differently, like with Annie being kidnapped. The girls owed him money, Rio was mad about it, and he wanted an immediate resolution to that problem, whereas Nick didn’t care so much about the short-term financial issues, in comparison to the long-term benefit to him of keeping Beth onside. Within their organisation, the structure is still kinda murky because he doesn’t seem to be the boss, but then he does and ehhh. Supposedly Rio handles all the illicit stuff and then Nick pushes through city contracts to shell corporations he owns and also makes money from that, as well as keeping Rio out of jail. The actual power imbalance between them still irks me because Nick is literally a councilman. He has no real clout. There’s no reason for him to have such a hold over Rio, especially when Rio knows exactly what Nick is and he also knows that Nick wouldn’t have dick without him. But I digress.

The conversation in the car

I definitely think that conversation is very relevant to what’s happening with Beth right now. In that moment, I think Rio wanted revenge, plain and simple but he was also thinking long term. I don’t think he was planning on going out to kill her, but that’s where Nick’s mind went because he severely underestimates how much of a “big picture guy” Rio can be hence telling Rio, “not what you want to do”. Presumably, there would’ve been a discussion between them off screen where Nick decided exactly what was going to happen and how they were going to use her. My guess is that going forward they were basically going to play a game of ‘good cop bad cop’. Nick offers himself up as the friendly local councilman, shows concern for Beth, helps her etc, while Rio is more menacing than ever. Rio is reluctantly going along with this plan because of the stupid power imbalance, but I think he’s got something up his sleeve. I think the discomfort we’re seeing from Rio stems from their difference in opinion on how to handle Beth, Rio chafing under Nick’s control and also the resentment Rio holds because of Nick’s constant routine of taking what’s his. I kinda spoke about it in this post.

Last time Beth got Rio arrested, he shot Dean - he’s not shy when it comes to payback. Typically, he’s always quite reactive to situations and that can (has) come to bite him in the ass but he knows this. He was there. He knows that every time he pushes Beth, she pushes back with equal force, so he needs to immobilise her. While Nick just wants to use Beth to benefit himself financially, by using her to push through contracts for shell corporations etc, I think Rio wanted to kill two birds with one stone. He can use Beth as a shield for his business and make money off her, then later on, I think he probably wants to use her to get rid of Nick and potentially let Beth go down with him as payback for her betrayal (at least, I think that was his original plan but he may soften to her and end up forming an alliance once Nick is out of the picture).

Romantic Jealousy?

As for the jealousy, it’s still not the word I’d choose to describe Rio. It probably fits, to a degree, but I always associate it with pettiness and wanting stuff you don’t have - i.e. Nick. With Rio, it feels more possessive over what he already has because he knows Nick wants to take it. This now extends to Beth because she was and is his, at least in a business sense. I don’t think he’s ever been particularly jealous of her in their personal relationship because neither of them ever truly gave into whatever it was. In business, she worked for him, she answered to him, if she needed help – she came to him, and he’s created that dynamic with Beth by keeping her isolated from his wider organisation. He was effectively trying to mentor her and make her in his image. Now, Nick comes along and suddenly Beth’s going to Nick for help, Beth’s doing what Nick says, and she’s looking to Nick as a mentor. So, once again, Nick is taking what belongs to Rio. That’s why I think he reacted the way he did in the strip club. He realised that he was about to lose to Nick again, and he wasn’t willing to let that happen, so he pulled out the ol’ carrot and stick. He took her money away as a punishment, made her think on her feet, and then rewarded her for a job well done. He showed her that she doesn’t need Nick because then Nick has no hold over her. He’s showing Beth that she can get shit done on her own, but also reminding her that he essentially made her what she is. He taught her. He believed in her. He asked her what she gained from being on the city council and doing what Nick tells her, knowing full well she gets fuck all out of it because he knows Nick. Then he gave her a reward to make ‘team Rio’ all the more appealing. Yes, there could well be some romantic feelings under that but I don’t think that’s what’s driving Rio right now. I think this is firmly about him and Nick, while Beth has become another toy for them to fight over.

[enamoured-x]

My Angel

This story is based on a request from @briannab1234​ , thanks for letting me take your request into a different direction! I hope you enjoy it! (gifs not mine)

Excerpt: “You felt nothing hearing those words. Absolutely nothing. But you felt everything when Angel said them, when he whispered them to you at one in the morning after making love to you all night; when he’d yell them at you from across the junkyard on your way out; when he’d mumble them against your lips when he couldn’t draw his mouth away from yours but he needed to get them out.”

Warnings: Cheating, angst, mentions of violence

It was a regular Tuesday evening for you, you were currently grocery shopping for dinner tonight. You tried your hand at cooking different meals every other day and you knew Rio was loving being your guinea pig. You also kind of liked the domesticity of it all, him coming home to your shared apartment to you cooking dinner. It was nice and it made you think about the future when you’d possibly have a family with him. You loved Marcus like your own but you couldn’t wait to add to the family. You loved Rio and the two years you had been together were the best years of your life. You knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him and you couldn’t wait. You both had talked about marriage, about kids, and you two were on the same page. Only making it that much more exciting. 

You smiled to yourself as you gathered the vegetables you needed. Rio had that effect on you. You pushed your cart as you looked at the produce and suddenly you were crashing into another cart. You pulled back right away. Later on you’d realize that the crash would stand as a sort of symbol, how your world came crashing down. 

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t watching where I was going.” You apologized as you looked at the red headed woman in front of you. She smiled. 

“My fault.” She said. Beth felt slightly bad for what she was about to do but her jealousy got the best of her. What did you have that she didn’t? She was giving Rio everything yet he still went home to you. Still wanted you. 

“You’re dating Rio, right?” You were confused at her words. You had never seen this woman in your life, how did she know about Rio? Who was she? You prayed that she wasn’t with the feds. 

“Excuse me?” You asked.

“I mean, aren’t you? I’m just asking because I thought he dumped you.” Anger stirred within you. Who the hell did she think she was?

“No, me and Rio are still together. Now if you’ll excuse me,” you try to maneuver around her cart but she shoved her cart into yours again. Your mouth dropped open. Before you could say anything she started talking. 

“Really? Honey, he’s been keeping my bed warm for a while now. Kinda thought he’d break it to you.” You scoffed. Why would Rio ever touch her? Sure she had big boobs but she looked almost ten years older than him and judging by the food in her cart, she was most definitely a mom. 

“I think you have me confused.” She definitely had the wrong Rio, you felt bad for the poor girl who was her actual target. Cheating was disgusting. 

“No, I don’t. You know, Rio with the eagle tattoo on his neck? Rio with a son named Marcus?” She was taunting you. It was your Rio. Well she was describing him. She couldn’t be serious about Rio actually sleeping with her. There was no way. But then why did your gut sink just a little bit?

“You’re lying.” You hated that you sounded skeptical. Rio would never cheat on you. 

“I wish I was. Well, actually I don’t. No one’s ever taken me the way he does.” She bit her lip as she looked deep in thought. You grounded your teeth together. 

“Yeah, I don’t know what game you’re playing at but I want no part in it.” You moved around her but she didn’t stop you this time. 

“It’s no game. Ask him where he was two nights ago. Probably made some excuse about taking care of business when he got home late. He was actually taking care of me.” Your heart rate spiked when you thought back to two days ago on Sunday when he came home late. You didn’t think anything of it though, he was always coming and going all kinds of hours because of business. 

“If you still don’t believe me, then how do I know about the scar on his right thigh? Or the tattoo on his stomach?” Your breath hitched at that. There was no way she could know about those unless he was naked in front of her. It was dead of winter, it’s not like Rio was at the damn swimming pool, showing off everything. 

“Ask him. Ask him about Beth, and then send him my way for more fun.” Is all she said before she took off. You stood there frozen, not wanting to believe what you just heard. She had to be messing with you, right? There had to be another way that she knew those things. You took your hands off the cart as you realized they were shaking. You squeezed them into fists and then walked away and out of the store, leaving your cart behind. 

The whole drive home your brain was running through every detail of what she said and every conversation you’ve had with Rio recently. You didn’t know what to even look for. Nothing had seemed out of the ordinary. But she seemed so smug, so confident. Why else would she demand you ask him so many times if he really wasn’t seeing her? You felt your heart crack at the thought, at the possibility that maybe she wasn’t lying. And you had to know now. 

You pulled into your apartment complex and walked into the building and straight to your door. Your heart was pounding. It can’t be true. There was no way. You and Rio were good, you and Rio were in love. You took a deep breath before entering. He was sitting down on the couch, phone in his hand. He looked up when you walked in and smiled at you. And then he stood up, confusion taking over his features as he walked over to you. 

“Mama? I thought you went to get groceries? What’s wrong?” You knew he could see right through you. He knew something was wrong because he knew you so well. 

“I…” You didn’t even know what to say. He waited for you to speak though. 

You swallowed hard, “who’s Beth?” Coming right out with it. You felt your resolve breaking piece by piece as worry took over his expression briefly before he furrowed his brows. 

“Who?” You could tell he was lying. Oh, god. Oh, god, she wasn’t lying. 

“Don’t fucking lie to me, Rio. Who the hell is Beth?” You crossed your arms. You bit your lip, trying to keep yourself from crying. 

He sighed, “she’s just some woman I’ve been doing business with.” 

“Then why deny knowing her.” You were going to see him play this one out. 

“I don’t know.” The fact that he couldn’t even come up with an excuse hit you in your gut. 

“No, you denied it because you’ve been screwing her.” Venom laced in your voice. He shook his head, mouth gaping. 

“What? No, that’s… I…” Tears sprung to your eyes. You were sure they were going to fall any minute. 

“Speak up. Be a fucking man and own up to it.” Your bottom lip shook as you waited. You needed to hear it. You needed to hear it because as much as this conversation was a dead giveaway, you still held on to an inkling of hope. 

“Mama, please…” A tear escaped and he cursed. He tried to pull you into him but you shoved him away. His eyes widened.

“Do not fucking touch me. Did you fucking sleep with her? Yes or no?” 

“...yes, but it didn’t mean anything. She means nothing to me. I love you.” It felt like he had been holding your heart in his hand this whole time, and hearing him say those words, it felt like he was squeezing your heart between his fingers, squeezing so tight you were sure it was going to give out. You covered your mouth as you tried to control your breathing. Everything felt like it was falling apart. That future you so desperately wanted with Rio? You couldn’t see it anymore, couldn’t see past this. 

“How long?”

“Mama, don’t–”

“How fucking long, Rio?” The way he looked at you, told you enough but he looked down at the ground. 

“Two months.” Tears were rolling down your cheeks, you swiped at them but they still kept coming. The anger that rolled through you, the embarrassment, the deep deep grief, it was all just one big tidal wave, catching you in its current, dragging you under. You couldn't breathe. 

“Where?” His eyes were now sparkling with tears. Fuck him. He did this, he didn’t get to be upset. 

“At her house, at–” 

“Here?” If he brought her into your home… If he brought her into your bed… 

“No, fuck no. Of course not.” You scoffed. He has no problem fucking other women but bringing them to your apartment is where he drew the line. You felt sick.

“How many times?” You were only hurting yourself. But you needed to know. 

“I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. I’m sorry–”

“How many fucking times, Rio?” Two months, how many times out of those two months was he fucking her? How many times did he fuck her while he also came home and fucked you? Yeah, you were going to be sick. 

“I don’t know, a few times a week.” For two fucking months. These past two months when you were still on cloud nine with him. When you were still fucking almost everyday because you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. When you told him you loved him numerous times a day. When you gave him all of you. He was fucking another woman. 

“You’re a piece of shit. God, you’re the fucking worst. How could you? Did I not love you? Did I not fuck you enough? Did I not make you happy?” Tears were sliding down his face now. He shook his head and tried to step closer to you but you stepped back. 

“No, no! You do! God, baby, you do. I love you so fucking much it hurts sometimes and–”

“Don’t you dare say you love me.” Your tone was ice cold and Rio looked like he had been struck. 

“I do! I swear to God I do. I don’t know why I did it. I don’t, mamas. I regret it. I shouldn’t have done it. I love you! Please, you have to know that. It was a mistake.”

“A mistake is when you do something wrong once and then correct it the next time. You’ve been fucking her for two months, Rio.” He shook his head, running his hand down his face. 

“Did you use protection?” You asked as soon as the thought hit you. Not only was he breaking your heart but he was putting you at risk. 

“Yes! I mean there was one time we didn’t but after that…” You were done. His words solidified everything. The fact that they didn’t use protection one time and then made a plan to use it the next time. Like they liked it so much but wanted to make sure they were being safe about it. It showed you that he wanted to do it, there was no regret or mistake about it. You cursed yourself for imagining him coming inside her and then agreeing to use protection next time. It was all planned, he knew what he was doing and he didn’t care. 

“I hope you rot in hell.” Is all you said before turning on your heel and walking toward your bedroom. You felt him hot on your tail.

“Please! I swear it didn’t mean anything!” You weren’t listening to him anymore. It was the same shit he had been saying already and it didn’t mean anything to you. You grabbed your gym bag and started stuffing what you could fit into it. This was the worst part, the fact that you were living with him. You had nowhere else to go besides friends.

“Wait. No, no, no. Please stop. Don’t do this.” He shook his head as he watched you. You still ignored him. You tried to think of who you were going to stay with. You grabbed stuff you’d need from the bathroom cabinet and grabbed all your electronics and chargers. You’d come back for the rest later, you just needed to leave now. He kept rambling on and on but you tuned it out. Then he took your arm in his hand and you turned back. You ripped it out of his grasp. 

“I told you not to fucking touch me! Get the fuck away from me, Rio, or I swear to god…” You shook your head. Tears were still silently falling down your cheeks but Rio was almost full on sobbing. 

“You do not get to fucking cry. You made your bed, now fucking lay in it.” You said as you finally zipped up your bag and carried it out the room. He followed you again. 

“Don’t do this, mama. I can fix this. Please! I swear it won’t happen again.” He begged. 

“Goodbye, Rio. I’ll be over to get the rest of my stuff this week.” Your voice soft, defeated. He kept pleading with you as you walked out the door, but you never turned back.

Four months later

Rio was a wreck. Every damn day dragged on and he didn’t even know what day it was anymore. Four fucking months since you left him and he was still in a rut. He handled his business but everyone could tell he was off. He was even more snappy and a lot tougher on people than he used to be. Everyday it was different, he’d be so damn heart broken and other days he’d see red with all his anger. Angry at himself for what he did to you, even angry at you for not giving him another chance. But he knew he deserved it. He deserved all this pity and self loathing. He broke your heart, the person he loved most in the world. He just wanted you back. You blocked him from everything and even changed your number. But he still saw you around sometimes. You looked better. 

The first month after you left, he had caught a glimpse of you at a coffee shop and you looked terrible. It looked like you hadn’t eaten, your face sunken in and void of any glow. You looked tired, and just...broken. He went home and cried that day because he did that, he made you that way. After two months, he saw you again walking downtown, you looked much better but you still had that hard exterior around you. Three months, and you were laughing with some friends at a bar. And then today, he saw you smiling. But you were with some man. Rio was downtown when he spotted you having lunch outside a restaurant. The man you were sitting across said something to have you letting out a deep laugh. Rio felt his heart twist. He hadn't heard that laugh in so long and then to see it was because of some other man? He felt his heart crack open. And then he wanted to scream and cry again because if this is how he felt by just watching you have a conversation with another man? Then he couldn’t imagine how you felt when you found out he was cheating on you. 

He took in the man that you were so obviously enjoying time with. He was a biker, his vest told him that much, and he had ink all over his skin. He was smiling at you and Rio knew that smile well, he looked at you like that. Like you were the most beautiful thing on the fucking planet. He couldn’t do it, he walked away and went home. You were moving on and it destroyed him inside. 

Four months later (Eight months since the breakup)

“Angel! Put me down!” You laughed as he hoisted you over his shoulder and spun you around. Even placing a sharp slap to your ass that had you laughing through your pleads. 

“PDA much?” Ez groaned from where he was standing. Angel put you down and you made a show of bringing him in for a kiss, your tongue meeting his right away. 

“For fucks sake!” Coco yelled. You laughed into the kiss and pulled away. 

“Let us be, fuckers. Y'all are just jealous.” Angel told them, pulling you into his side and placing a kiss to the side of your head. 

You had met Angel two months after breaking up with Rio. One of your friends was dating Coco at the time and had invited you to the clubhouse for a party. You were hesitant at first. You didn’t know these guys and at first glance, they seemed terrifying. But when you arrived, Coco was a great host and introduced you to everyone. A month later you’d find out that he was definitely trying to hook you up with Angel. But that night you met Angel and you hit it off immediately. You were skeptical at first, about starting a relationship again. Rio fucked you up so bad and although you were now over him, your insecurities and trust issues were still so fragile from when he threw them to the ground and stomped on them. But Angel was so damn sweet and so attentive. He was genuine and he really cared for you, it was hard not to fall back into that kind of love. And so you did. Six months with him and you were in love again. Maybe some would think it was too soon to be in love but you were a goner. And it scared you. And when it scared you, he didn’t accuse you of not trusting him or didn’t remind you that he wasn’t Rio. No, he’d just hold you and would tell you how much he loved you and how he would never do anything to hurt you. How you always put him first when no one else did and he would never let that go. And it worked, and you felt whole again. 

“You staying the night tonight? I was thinking of making dinner?” You ask the man who came into your life at just the right time. He tucked you into his side, your head leaning against his chest.

“Yeah, but how about I make you dinner?” You pulled away, incredulously. 

“I love you, but you’re a shit cook.” 

“Maybe I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” You bit your lip, sliding your hand down his arm. 

“Yeah? Can’t wait to see what you got.” It was hard not to flirt with Angel every chance you got. One look from him and you’d do anything he said. You knew not only was it the attraction but it was the safety you felt when you were with him. You always knew you were in good hands so you’d gladly be at his mercy any day. 

“Oh, mami, there’s still a whole lot of Angel you haven’t seen yet.” He took your ass in his hands and brought you in for a kiss. You sighed into it, losing yourself in all that was Angel. His name was definitely fitting, he was your angel, sent at the perfect time to not just heal your broken heart but mold it into something better, something reserved just for him. 

You didn’t really register what was going on. You were thrown off but you were surprised to know you didn’t feel that sadness again. That deep ache of despair that would creep in every time you thought about him. But you weren’t thinking about him. No, you were staring right at him. Yet you felt indifferent. Actually, no. You felt anger take form, bubbling just under the surface of your skin. You didn’t miss him, or want to cry from seeing him again. No, you didn’t think about all the good times you had with him. You thought about what he did to you. How he so readily threw away everything you had both built together. There wasn’t love there anymore, just despair and anger but those were quickly fading too. 

You were downtown, grabbing a cup of coffee before you were on your way to the bookstore a few blocks down. It was a nice Sunday afternoon and you figured you’d spend it with a good book. Angel was busy with club business today and you were off. It was such a nice damn day. Until you heard your name being called before you could enter the bookstore. You knew that voice, you hadn’t heard it in months. You turned around slowly, knowing you were going to find Rio there. He looked slightly better. You had seen him once or twice within the last couple months and his current state seemed a little better than those times you had seen him. 

“Rio.” Your way of greeting him. Why was he trying to talk to you now? You hadn’t talked since the day you went back to collect your stuff. Why now?

“You, uh, you look good.” He nodded his head, looking you up and down. You shifted on your feet. 

“Thanks.” What more could you say? You had said everything to him that night, you had moved on now. 

“Um, can we maybe go somewhere and talk?” 

“No.” You couldn’t believe he even suggested it. There was nothing to talk about, absolutely nothing. 

“Please, mama, I–”

“Do not call me that. I don’t want to talk, Rio. I’ve moved on and I suggest you do the same.” You turned away and walked into the bookstore. You wished the short interaction didn’t bother you as much as it did. You were angry that he would try to talk to you after all this time, and for what? He had to have known you were with someone else now, if the town didn’t talk well then his lackeys certainly did. You were happy now, happier. You didn’t need him coming back into your life and taking that from you again. But he just couldn’t help himself when he tried to do just that a week later. 

You laughed at Coco and Gilly shoving each other as you walked down the hall. Both boys trailing behind you, Angel, and Ez. 

“You two are children.” You shook your head and placed the key in the lock at your door. 

Before Angel could add his own remark you were talking.

“Don’t even say anything. You and Ez are just as bad.” Both the Reyes men rolled their eyes, but you knew they knew it was true. 

You laughed at them and then walked into your apartment, flipping on the switch. Your heart dropped as you saw the figure standing in your living room, you let out a gasp. Before you knew what was happening, all four Mayans had their guns drawn. Pointing straight at Rio.

He didn’t dare touch his gun, too late to draw it now.

“Who the fuck are you?” Angel was seething. There was a man inside your apartment, waiting for you. He thanked God that you invited the boys over for dinner tonight.

“Rio, what the fuck are you doing here?” You were just as angry as Angel probably was. When Angel heard the name, he was raging beyond belief now. The same Rio who broke your heart was waiting for you, somehow able to enter your home. 

“I came to see you. Didn’t know you’d have company.” He said, eyeing all the men in vests and guns out. 

“How the fuck did you get in? You can’t just break into my home, Rio. What the hell is wrong with you?” The guns barely jarred you. You were around them all the time with Rio so when you met Angel and found out some aspects of what the club did, you didn’t even blink an eye. 

Ez, Coco, and Gilly watched the interaction unfold. They knew who Rio was, they knew he was the asshole who cheated on you. They were just as pissed off as Angel was to see him. They cared for you deeply so quickly and you felt the same for them. They felt the strong need to protect you at all costs, you were Angel’s girl now and anyone who messed with you messed with them. Angel knew this, and he knew how it sounded a lot like old lady status. But that question was for another time. Another time where he wasn’t currently pointing his gun at Rio’s head, wishing he could pull the trigger. 

“I just wanted to talk, please.”

“You have a lot of fucking balls for a man who has four fucking guns on him.” Angel quipped. You were only slightly concerned for Rio’s safety. Yeah, he tore open your heart but he didn’t deserve to die. 

Rio ignored him and turned back to look at you. Angel wasn’t having it and stepped in front of you, pushing you behind him. 

“Nah, don’t even fucking look at her. I’m talking to you.” Angel wasn’t messing around and you felt a sense of security knowing he’d protect you to whatever end even though you knew Rio wouldn’t hurt you. 

“You need to leave.” Ez spoke up. Rio laughed, shaking his head. 

“This is who you hang around now, mama? I thought you were better than that. Better than this trash.” You knew Angel was boiling over with rage but you tugged on his vest and then stepped in front of him. 

“You will not, not talk about them like that. This is my family, you need to fucking leave, Rio.” You were red hot and ready to set everything on fire. Rio didn’t get to disrespect them, he didn’t just get to walk in here and talk shit about them. These guys were your family, your heart. They didn’t deserve to be spoken to like that.

“Can you just let me–” Rio tried but Angel spoke up again.

“She told you to leave, so leave.” 

Rio was about to stupidly open his mouth again so you stepped in. 

“You cheated on me, Rio. I will never forgive that, ever. So there’s nothing you can say or do that will change my mind about it or about you. I’ve moved on. I’m happy now, why do you insist on taking that away again?” Angel refrained from telling you that Rio wasn’t going to take away anything from you ever again, he wouldn’t let him. 

“I still love you, that ain’t gonna change.” You felt nothing hearing those words. Absolutely nothing. But you felt everything when Angel said them, when he whispered them to you at one in the morning after making love to you all night; when he’d yell them at you from across the junkyard on your way out; when he’d mumble them against your lips when he couldn’t draw his mouth away from yours but he needed to get them out. Angel’s love meant something. Rio’s never did. 

“I don’t love you, Rio. That’s never gonna change either. Leave my home and leave me alone. I won’t tell you again and if you try some shit like this again I swear I’ll call the cops on you.” Angel didn’t bother mentioning that if Rio pulled this shit again, he’d put a bullet in his brain. 

“I’ll always be waiting.” Rio said as he started to walk towards the door. 

“And I will never come.” Is all you said before Coco slammed the door shut when he walked out. You took a deep breath. They tucked their guns back into their jeans. 

“You okay, mi dulce?” Angel asked, cupping your cheeks in his hands. You nodded and leaned into his touch.

“Yeah. I can’t believe he broke in.”

“It won’t happen again.” Angel didn’t need to say anything further, you knew he wouldn’t let it.

“Yeah, he tries to come around again and we’ll take care of him.” Gilly said, you huffed out a laugh.

“If he comes around again, I’ll do it myself.” Rio was out of your life. You wanted nothing to do with him. And if he tried to show his face after disrespecting these men, then you’d do something about it. Your fierce loyalty to the Mayans happened so quick, one second you were dating Angel and the next you had a whole other family that you cared for and who cared for you. 

“I love you.” Angel said to you. The boys took it as their cue to go into the kitchen, giving you and Angel space. 

“I love you, Angel. My angel.” You clasped your hands on the back of his neck and his hands slid down to your waist. 

“No one’s ever going to hurt you again.” He promised, sealing it with a kiss. 

Angel was your hope. Your hope after a dark period, that people could be good. People could be honest and loving. He was what you needed at exactly the time you needed him, and he had told you that you were that for him as well. You were exactly what the other needed. Two bruised hearts healing just to beat in tandem with the other. 

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NSFW Alphabet - Rio.

GIF is not mine, credit to OG creator. 

He felt left out, so I made him one too! Everyone’s favorite money launderer is here with allllll his dirty secrets. Enjoy, frands! 

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NSFW Alphabet A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Rio lives to take care of you. You hold him down and after sex, he’s just as gentle and compassionate. He will wrap you in his arms and remind you all the reasons that his success is yours too. A warm shower and a cold drink await you after most sessions complete with take out from your favorite restaurant. 

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Rio loves his lips/smile. He knows a simple smirk can make you melt into a puddle. He isn’t above using it to manipulate you in the best ways. A slow lick of the lips, a smug smile, or a soft kiss can buy him a few hours if he has fallen out of your good graces. 

He loves your hips and ass. Your curvy frame fits so perfectly with his slender muscular self. He loves to feel you soft against him in bed as he runs his hands over your curves - leaving your skin electrified under his touch. He loves the dip from your back to the top of your ass, the perfect place for his hands in all situations. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Inside or in your mouth - he finds your willingness to accept him in the most intimate ways erotic. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Rio loves to make movies. His favorite angle is when you’re on the bed, back arched, and ass pressed against him and he makes you fuck yourself as he watches himself disappear inside you. 

“Keep going, mama. I didn’t say stop.” The erotic sound of skin against skin filled the room as you rolled your hips against him, moans slipping through your mouth. “You’re such a good girl. Look at how you take me.” Your praise kink is on overdrive as you come apart beneath him - another Oscar worthy performance. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

His list isn't long, but he knows what he is doing. Always the gentleman, you come first, second, and third - he will leave your body sore and sleepy with his expert skills. 

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Rio loves you from behind - he loves watching your ass bounce as he pushes into the mattress. He lives for you on top too. When you just can’t wait any longer, and you take control. He lays back willingly, puts his hand behind his head, and watches you sink onto him - the stretch makes you bite your lip and lean forward. He will pull you close - holding your throat with ever so much pressure and thrust into you - leaving you panting and begging. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Sarcasm, mild degradation, and dry humor are Rio’s calling cards and they don’t disappear in the bedroom. He will make you drip with his words, and chastise you for being so needy. As you grind against his jean-covered thigh, begging for more, he will reprimand you for making a mess - heat running through your body as he slides his fingers over you, feeling just how wet you really are. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Appearances are important, so he leaves nothing to be desired. He’s neat. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Rio spends his days playing a role and with you, the doors open and his real self tumbles out. He presses his forehead to yours and whispers sweet nothings as you greet him from his work day. He is content to watch you play Iron Chef in the kitchen as you talk about your days together. He finds the most comfort in breaking down the walls and letting you - physically and emotionally. 

J = Jack/Jill Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Rio may rub one out, because work has kept him away from you. The movies you create make it easy to remember how good you feel. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Needy, begging - Rio gets off on knowing you need him. It’s borderline codependent shit, but he loves it. When you pout around the house, your shirt tight and in just your panties, huffing and puffing while you wait for him to finish working is one of his favorite things. He knows you’re a brat, and he indulges in your tantrums, edging you until you slide into his lap, palming him through his pants and whisper how much you want him in your ear. 

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Rio moves in the shadows, so it only makes sense that he fucks in them too. Late nights at the warehouse have you laid across the table as he fucks you - erotic noises echoing through the empty room or you slide into the backseat of the wagon, sinking onto him as Mick waits dutifully outside as you chase your release. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Rio lives to provide for you, so being able to fulfill every request - sexual or otherwise - is his motivation. When the bills are paid, you have more than enough money in your account, and you can’t walk from countless orgasms, that’s when he feels most successful. When you came into his life, success suddenly meant something different and taking care of you in every aspect is his reason. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Rio is illusive, so threesomes are out of the question. He is invisible, and you’re really the only woman he needs. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

You’re a brat and Rio tames you on your knees as he fucks your throat relentlessly. He gazes at you through half-hooded eyes, watching you gag as you open your mouth wider for him. “Mama, just like that.” His hands thread through your hair, pulling the strands so rough that you moan against him - sending shivers through his body. “See, you can listen, can’t you?” 

On the flip side, Rio loves to eat you. He enjoys the feel of your full thighs around his face as you rock back and forth. You were so apprehensive at first, but he reassured you, “Darlin’, if I die underneath you, it will be the happiest moment of my life.” The feeling of power, yet subtle submissiveness in the act of you riding his face is a powerful aphrodisiac. 

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

When he’s punishing you, he holds nothing back. You will feel every inch of him as he pushes you into the mattress or pulls you against him. Your skin will be marked and bruised, your ass sore from spanking - he will remind you he’s the boss. Yet, he has such gentleness when he’s reallllllly making love to you. His hands sliding over your breasts - just barely touching you as he kisses right beneath your ear, nipping and sucking as you moan beneath him. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

With Rio’s odd hours, sometimes a quickie is all you have and you will gladly take it any way you can. Sneaking away on lunch breaks is your MO and getting fucked raw in the parking lot by your crime boss boyfriend helps pass the rest of the day with ease. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Rio’s whole life is a risk, so it only makes sense that he takes calculated ones on with you. 

“When will they be here?” Your voice was soft in the dark car. “Not too much longer.” Rio threaded his fingers through yours - his thumb rubbing your hand reflexively. “Not too much longer, huh?” You inquired as you slid your hand over his jeans - feeling him grow hard underneath your touch. Your hands worked expertly to slide him out of his jeans - your mouth watering as you slid your tongue around his length. “Mami, now?” His dark eyes filled with lust as he watched your cheeks hollow - taking more in each time your head bobbed. Rio’s head laid back as you choked against his length, sliding your flat tongue, feeling each ridge. “Mama. Fuck.” His fingers pulled your hair - his tightening grasp directed your efforts as you felt him come undone - your throat filling with him. 

Sitting up, you wiped your mouth - a coy smirk breaking over your face as you realized Beth had been watching from the swing the whole time. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Rio can push you to your limits and he always makes sure you come first. You are more than accommodating and he spends his time worshipping you. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Rio is not a conventional lover, and he will gladly tie your hands - teasing you with the lack of touch while he stares down at you. “Oh mama, what do you want?” His voice rough into your ear as he rocks against your hips - his fingers expertly rubbing your clit as you struggle against the binds. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Rio knows how responsive you are and loves to leave you wanting more. A dirty whisper in your ear as you wait to be seated at dinner, his hand resting right above your ass, his beard rubbing against your neck will leave you asking for the check before you’re even finished with the meal. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Rio isn’t loud, but he talks. 

“Look at you take this dick, mama.” 

“You’re such a good girl.” 

“Darlin, I didn’t say you could come.” 

“Take it. You asked for it.” 

“How could you think you could move my pussy?” 

“Fuck yourself till you come.” 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Rio is a sucker for cheesy romance - rose petals on the floor, candles lit, a bubble bath in a heart shaped tub - he loves it all. The weekend spent in Vegas felt like a rom com, but watching your man be intentional with his choices and his time makes your panties wet. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

He may be skinny, but his dick isn’t. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Rio is a busy man and compartmentalizes most of his feelings, including his sex drive. He misses you constantly, but money ain’t going to wash itself, so he keeps his shit together. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Rio keeps odd hours, so he does fall asleep after, but it’s without guilt, because you’re snuggled right there with him. 

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nsfw prompt/hc: domestic brio smut

FUN. I do love the chance to inject a lil FLUFF. also we are all not doing the five line thing right??? nah. heres 5000!!!!

He doesn't do sleepovers. Doesn't do the commitment thing, nah not anymore. Had it once with Rhea, and shit went south pretty quick. And that was despite their best effort to keep it together for little man's sake.

His job interferes, and his job ain't changin', so why should any other girl be any different? It's easier this way too. Less feelings, less mess.

He likes his own bed. His own schedule. Not havin' to throw around good mornin' texts, or explain why he's just getting in at 3am. Easier.

Simple.

"Married to his work" as Nick would say.

'Cept with Elizabeth ...

Well fuck, ain't she always makin' him break his own rules. They've been hooking up again for a while, on and off. Mostly in his car, the office, the bar. Every so often his place or hers.

And lately he's had to fight off the itch to text her, see what she's cooking, if she's drinking wine or bourbon. To guess what she's wearin', tell her to make sure her doors are locked (mostly so she can retort with something cheeky about how that never stops him), to ask if she lit that candle he got her - the one that had the lavender around the side, the one that made him think of her.

He doesn't know when he got so soft, but little by little his bed starts to feel too big, and his house a bit too quiet.

So when one of those texts is responded with a "why don't you come over and find out?" he's out the door and in his car before he can overthink things.

And here's the thing. He gets in her bed, in her kitchen and... never really leaves. It becomes a habit, one he tells himself he could break if he wanted, but can never come up with enough reasons to. Shit feels good, feels nice.

Maybe it's because she works with him, that it's easier? He can slip out of bed in the morning, crawl in beside her as dawn creeps over the horizon and receive nothing but a tired kiss on the temple, and a coffee later on.

One evening he's sitting out on the picnic table, enjoying the eerie quiet of the suburban streets when he hears pots and pans clash in the kitchen.

Beth is on her hands and knees picking up cumin seeds, with a counter top that looks like she's preparin' a buffet. She peers up at him, sheepish, and wipes a sheen of sweat off her forehead. Her curls are pulled up into a messy ponytail, her body's covered in a ratty oversized tee-shirt, the kind that leaves her ass peeking out.

And god damn, no amount of text could ever due this justice. This view, this getting to be here. Getting to see her in these moments.

"Elizabeth, what the hell're you doin'?"

She huffs back up to stand, pulling her shirt a bit lower and he can't help but follow the movement.

"Meal prep!" Her hands clasp together excitedly.

"What in God's good name in meal prep darlin'?"

She looks at him incredulously, before turning back around to pick up carrot peels from the cutting board.

"You know, you prepare lunches in advance... to save time."

He hums, moving over beside her and picking up a knife.

"What are you doing?!"

"You meal preppin', so I'm meal preppin' too. Put me to work mama."

"No no no. You can't help."

Resting his hands on the small of her back, he nudges her closer, eager to feel the flush of her skin. Pulls her between his legs.

"And why's that?"

She bats him away. "Because! You'll distract me!"

He pouts as he runs his fingers along the hem of her shirt, knuckles brushing the top of her ass.

"Then what am I supposed to do?"

"Did you bring your book with you?"

Rio chuckles, fondly remembering her suggestion for him to bring a novel to read as she's often busy and was worried he'd get bored.

Truth is, the reason he's here is to watch her work. Watch her move. Wouldn't wanna do anything else. The fact that she'd think he'd get bored, well.. it makes it even harder to explain.

"I'll be good. I promise."

She smiles warmly up at him, a little mix of awe and gratitude, and then shifts back into work mode.

Fuck, he loves her work mode. So fuckin' sexy.

"Okay. I'm gonna hand you the tinfoil of chicken and broccoli, you get to sauce them each up. "

She flutters her eyelashes a bit, pausing.

"If you do all that AND cut the onion... maybe I'll let you... sauce me up."

Rio tosses his head back in laughter, encasing her in a hug as they sway side to side.

"Hey now! Dirty talk in the suburbs. Uh oh."

"Shut up!"

He leans in to the crook of her neck, breathing her in. "That sounded gross, babe." Grinning against her down-turned mouth, he tips her up into a kiss.

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For the game eyes, hands, and shoulders 👀

Thank you!!

Stranger Things, Chrissy x Eddie monster fic, I Might Be Great Tomorrow (but hopeless yesterday)

And they do make it out alive, with Mike Wheeler’s superpowered girlfriend managing to seal off the gates to the Upside Down with little more than a nosebleed, and look, Eddie can’t say it’s the best Spring Break he’s ever had, but he can’t say it’s the worst either, especially with Chrissy, bruised and tired and dirtier than he thought it was physically possible for her to get (he just kinda figured shit didn’t – couldn’t – stick to her, y’know?) smiling at him like that. All uneven teeth and crinkled nose and eyes kyber crystal blue, and there’s something in his chest that feels tight, but not in the way it normally does. Not in that stretched dead-mom-can’t-graduate-trailer-park-piece-of-shit way, but just in a way that sort of feels full.

Good Girls, Beth x Rio, Take the Night Off

Beth rolls her eyes, watching as Rio turns back over, hands newly free as he drops his gaze down her body instead. He pinches the sheet at her waist, tugging it down, but Beth holds it to her chest, unmoved.

Good Girls, Beth x Rio, What the Sea Wants, the Sea Will Have Chapter 4

She manages it well enough, squaring her shoulders beneath the thin cotton of her nightdress, her gaze fixed on the width of his own, and they are not squared, nor are they so rigid. Not like they were in the berth as he’d talked to his men, his tone hushed and deep, reminding her of nothing so much as carriage wheels against dense and wild earth, and she wonders for it – that aboard this ship, he sounds like land, and with his feet on solid ground like nothing so much as the sea.

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How would you rank the good girl szns?

Oooh, fun question! I’ll put this under a thingie b/c as I have proven time and again, I am incapable of brevity.

I’d go:

1. Season 2 – This one worked on every level for me up to the last 20 minutes or so of the finale.

Too many reasons to list them all, but off the top of my head: the Girls’ interactions together all season. Dean being shot and bleeding out on his own dining room chair after watching the guy who beat the shit out of him caress his wife’s face. Mary Pat acting out “machete.” Those multiple episodes where I thought Boomer was dead and rotting in the ground. 2.04 & 2.09 - I will never know peace again in my life b/c of these. Annie helping Nancy give birth. Dean being dunked on by middle-aged Krav Maga instructors and child hitmen alike. Rio and Beth at a picnic table in the sunshine. Dean being ignored by a trendy hipster bar waitress with a professionalism problem while his wife got railed in the bathroom. The really deep dive into the Stan/Ruby relationship and how the strongest of strong couples were tested in a way that had nothing to do with infidelity (felt so rare and true).

The biggest reason I think though is one Agent James Turner. Holy crap, I loved him in Season 1 and that grew exponentially in Season 2. Such a rounded and nuanced character, a law enforcement antagonist outside the traditional White Hat mold, so cunning and ruthless and funny. And so well-acted, his chemistry with everyone was amazeballs. I laugh every time I think about him and Mary Pat together. I lived for his palpable Boomer disgust, him and Rio going head-to-head, his loaded conversations with Stan. And seriously, the scenes with him and Beth? I think in some ways those two characters saw each other more clearly through all the bullshit they both put on than anyone else saw them. And then to have them both so fully engaged in trying to top the other? Man, that was the shit.

2. Season 1 – I binged this one in two days straight I think (probably less, lol). Just was captivated by it all, the setup, the music, the characters, Eddie breaking a small child’s finger and stuffing half a hotdog in his face, the styling, etc. The pace was frenetic and I think they burned through a lot of story maybe too quick that they could have spun out and drawn more viewers in – but as a binge-watch, it was impossible to beat. It sent me straight to Tumblr and AO3 and I was hyperfixated from the get-go, which is always a fun and frothy feeling!

3. Season 3 – There were a lot of stand alone moments that I loved in Season 3. Ruby seeing how her choices were playing out with Sara. Annie taking steps to grow up (although thumbs down to Dr. Cohen, boo to him for one thousand years). Brio sitting at dark picnic tables processing their anger/don’t-call-it-a-breakup-but-it-was-a-breakup on their beautiful faces.

And after where the writers decided to go in the Season 2 finale (still baffled by this tho), I understood why the writers had to do a lot of things they did to both keep Rio as a character long term and try to make it make sense as to why he wouldn’t just immediately kill all 3 of these women asap. And I understood how this made the overall mood much darker as they tried to work through that (made more difficult by the whole pandemic thing too, etc).

But for me, I liked it better when it was the Girls v. a third-party antagonist like Boomer or Turner or even Mary Pat, with Rio as their Boss/Reluctant Quasi-Partner Not to Be Trusted Yet Still to Be Hooked Up With. So to have Rio be the Big Bad of the season, this was less bueno for me.

There were also things I found….off, for lack of a better word, tonally, like the sort of amnesia that the Girls seemed to develop that Boomer had once framed Annie for felony drug possession which put her in danger of losing custody of her child, oh not to mention had attempted to violently rape Annie and had raped Mary Pat.

I know a lot of people love Season 3 for the angst, and for them I am happy they were well-fed! And I liked it too, overall. But lower than 1 and 2, my one true love.

4. Season 4 – Somebody always has to be last, and that sadly is Season 4. Still loved the characters and the actors too, natch. Was intrigued and excited by the expansion of Rio’s family/backstory. Loved seeing Dean in jail and then being infantilized riding up and down the street like Jane while his wife openly met with her former/current lover who had not only shot him in his own house but also waved to Dean like a dick. The serotonin from that moment, my God.

For the last season though, the fact that so much time was spent with the Girls not interacting as much or plotlines that made me bored as shit (what was that Homeless Guy stuff, I mean seriously, I can't even keep his name in my head it tranquilized me so much) or characters I didn’t care about (I will always love Travis from Clueless but if I had to see his little bike shorts or his tiny face one more time, I’d kill him myself. I’m glad his wife and dicky child hated and disrespected him, because same.) or main characters' actions that were so ambiguous that I had to contort myself into a pretzel to try to make narrative sense. And like most if not all white men, Bill Krebs needs to stop speaking forever b/c much like the creators of Game of Thrones, every time my eyes drifted across something he’d written in an Instagram DM, I got dumber. Also everything he said was either a lie or drastically overexaggerated or offensive, so that was weekly frustrating as well.

Mostly I loved this season b/c it was the last and because I loved reading all the posts and seeing all the gifs and everyone from the community talking together in real time. So that made me happy, even when I was frustrated with the content itself!