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violentdelightsandviolentends · 4 months ago

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Honey Girl. Chapter Ten.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Eleven. Series Masterlist. The Playlist.

Chapter Synopsis - The two of you have some time to yourselves for what feels like the first time in forever.

Pairing - Dadsbestfriend!Bucky Barnes x female reader - soulmate au

Warnings - smut. cursing. mention of a panic attack. initial hospital setting. one alcohol mention.

Word Count - 4k

Authors Note - 10!! 10 whole chapters!! can you believe it!! pancake recipe taken from mr carlos sainz - thanks carlito <3. double date next chapter (with protective/jealous bucky, as requested ;)). and the much awaited conversation… coming very soon. thanks for the love and support and kindness. it means the world, always <3

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“Before I came down to find you, your Mom raised a question with me.”

“… which was?”

He takes a deep breath. Exhales it shakily.

“She asked me how long you and I have been soulmates.”

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“We can’t sit out here forever, honey.”

You stretch out your legs from where they’ve been tucked up against your chest, chin resting on your knees. Bucky places a hand on your thigh, thumb rubbing gentle circles.

“We can.”

He chuckles, pressing a kiss into the top of your head.

“I know it’s scary, but we can’t run from this any longer. We’re just going to have to face it head on.”

“I know,” you sigh, taking his hand in yours. “I’m just…”

You trail off, leaving words unspoken in the air like particles of dust in the sunlight.

“What are you so afraid of? Is it that they won’t support us? Honey girl, they aren’t gonna have much of a choice. We are literally soulmates.”

You’re trying to find a way to explain, but none of your thoughts are coherent enough to articulate into something comprehensible.

“I don’t know, Buck. At first, I think it was that. But now? Maybe I just feel guilty that we’ve kept something so huge a secret for so long. I used to tell my parents everything - by choice. That’s how we’ve always been. And suddenly, the biggest event of my life happens, and I… didn’t tell them?”

“You’re letting this guilt eat you alive, baby. Listen, I feel it too. You’re not alone in this. Do you know how many times your parents have asked me about dating in these last eighteen months? How many times we’ve talked about soulmates? And I guess I never lied… but I haven’t exactly told the truth. I’m just as guilty as you think you are.”

“I’m sorry,” you confess, resting your head against his broad shoulder. “I’ve had such tunnel vision with this whole situation. I’ve been selfish. I should have thought about you more.”

“You haven’t had to.”

“Hmm?”

“You’ve got nothing to apologise for, honey baby. You’ve never had to ‘think about me more’, because you’ve known how I felt this whole time. In here.”

He places a hand over your heart. You close your eyes, letting the warmth from his palm bleed into your chest. The weight of it grounds you back down to Earth, tethered to your soulmate in more ways than one.

“That’s the beauty of it,” he continues. “You don’t have to guess how I’m feeling, or when I’m feeling it - because I’m always telling you. And you’re always listening.”

“I don’t deserve you,” you whisper, squeezing his hand where it’s still linked with yours.

“The Universe disagrees,” he whispers back, leaning in to kiss the spot underneath your ear. “I disagree.”

It’s all so tender, so gentle, so real, that a lump in your throat forms instantly. You blink rapidly, fighting back tears as you press your side into his. If you could sew yourself into his ribcage and live there forever, resting your head on his beating heart, you would.

“Come on,” he coaxes carefully, pulling you to your feet and watching to see if you’re steady enough. “Let’s do this thing.”

You stare up at him, lost in those ocean blue irises. For a moment, you swear you see the waves moving in them, crashing against the shore in a motion so comforting, it reminds you of home.

“I love you.”

Bucky smiles at you, pupils dilating and heart beating that little bit faster. He’ll never get sick of hearing those words.

“I love you more than all the stars in the sky, honey girl. More than anything.”

Tangling your fingers with his, you inhale deeply before taking the first step forwards, towards the front doors of the hospital.

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When you reach your Dad’s room, you drop Bucky’s hand as if by instinct. When he links your fingers once more, you panic momentarily, before realising it’s futile.

They already know. There’s no point in hiding it anymore.

You walk through the door hand in hand, pressed into each others sides as if it’ll keep you standing upright. Maybe it will.

Your Mom instantly bolts out of her chair, coming over to assess you. She looks you up and down, cradling your face in her hands as she checks you over.

“You were gone a long time, sweetheart. You okay? Have you been crying?”

Bucky lets go of you to give you some space, but doesn’t go too far. You can still feel his warmth from behind you as you watch your Mom’s eyebrows furrow with worry.

“I had… I think it was, um… like a - a panic attack, or something. I don’t know. I just got overwhelmed.”

Your voice sounds so small again, so fragile. You mentally chastise yourself for not being stronger for her.

“Oh, honey.”

She pulls you into her chest, stroking your hair just like she did when you were a child and had a nightmare. You’d run across the hall and into your parents room - your Mom would always bolt upright when she heard little feet on the wooden floors, waiting for you with open arms.

“Your Dad is gonna be fine. I promise you, the Doctors have said he’ll make a full recovery.”

“It’s true.”

The voice is croaky and rusted from misuse, but it unmistakably belongs to the man lying in the hospital bed.

You make your way over and sit down carefully, cautious and calculated. Your Dad takes your hand, stroking his thumb across your skin.

“I’m gonna be just fine, kid. I know I scared you, and I’m really sorry. But I’m okay. Promise.”

You smile at him, genuinely this time, before leaning in to press a quick kiss to his cheek.

“You guys should go home.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Go home, get some rest. The two of you look almost as exhausted as Lori does.”

Your Mom laughs, shaking her head. You chuckle, watching them. There’s no one funnier than your soulmate.

“I think we should stay a little longer, Jack.”

Bucky’s voice has all three of your heads whipping around to face him.

“Buck, please be on my side here. You’re tired. Go home, sleep it off. All I’m gonna do for the next twenty four hours is sleep anyway. There’s no point in you sitting here watching me like a bunch of creeps.”

You chew your bottom lip, watching your Dad’s face carefully.

“Mom, Dad - we need to talk about-”

“I know, babygirl,” your Dad interrupts. “And we will. But not here, and not now. We’ll do it when I’m home. We can all sit on the couch and drink your Mom’s cherry lemonade and talk about how you and Bucky have been soulmates this entire time.”

“Not this entire time,” you grumble at his attempt at a joke.

“Seriously, you two. I won’t ask again. Go. Home.”

You look at your Dad for a moment, before averting your gaze to your Mom. They’re both wearing the exact same facial expression - the one they used to give you when you’d refuse your bedtime as a six year old on a school night.

“Come on, honey. You heard them. We’re practically dead on our feet.”

You rise from the bed reluctantly, pressing another kiss to your Dad’s cheek before doing the same to your Mom.

“Call me if anything changes, or if you need anything. I mean anything, you guys.”

They both nod as your Dad does a mock salute, laughing at himself.

Bucky extends his hand out for you. This time, you don’t hesitate to take it. You hold it tightly all the way back to his truck, and then all the way back home.

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You and Bucky get ready for bed in silence, both of you flitting around your apartment as quickly as possible. You can’t wait to finally get under your duvet and lose the stress of the last twenty four hours.

The minute your head hits the pillow, you’re wide awake.

The exhaustion has seeped into your bones, making you weary but restless. You can’t settle, physically or mentally.

Bucky, on the other hand, is out like a light.

He looks so peaceful like this. The moonlight soaks through a gap in the curtains, illuminating his face like some sort of angel. His hair is a little longer than usual, stubble growing out across his sharp jawline. He looks rugged, a little rough around the edges. He’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

As if he can feel your gaze on him, he cracks an eye open, blinking to adjust to the dimly lit room. He has a pillow crease across his skin, cheek flushed pink with a dusty blush.

“You okay, baby?”

His voice is hoarse and all sleep heavy, rumbling through you like gentle summer thunder.

“Can’t sleep,” you whisper, trying to fight back tears. “I’m so tired, Buck. So fucking tired.”

“But you can’t sleep?”

He pulls you into his chest, tucking your head into the crook of his neck and stroking your hair soothingly.

“It’s like my body is exhausted, but my brain is wide awake,” you mumble into his bare skin. “Doesn’t make sense.”

“Nothing makes sense,” he chuckles lowly. “Nothing in this goddamn world makes sense. Except for me and you.”

Bucky spins you in his arms so your back is to his chest, bodies pressed together without an inch of space between you. Pressing a kiss into your neck, he starts mumbling.

“You just need to turn your brain off, baby. I know it’s easier said than done… so I’m gonna help you. All you need to do is focus on my voice, on my touch. Focus your attention on my hands on you, my lips on your skin. The heat of my body against yours.”

He skims his fingers down your side, gripping at your hips to ground you. He’s still kissing your neck, nipping occasionally to vary the sensation. He slips a hand down your front, cupping you over your underwear as you close your eyes, breathing him in. He smells like salt water and sea air and gasoline and home.

You cant your hips into his touch, trying to get him where you want him. Bucky takes the hint, slipping his hand into your panties and running a finger through your wetness. You groan, throwing your head back into his solid shoulder.

“Just switch off, honey baby. Give in to me.”

Bucky glides a finger into you, crooking it towards him. His palm hits your clit and you keen, whining all high pitched and breathy. His hips buck into your backside at the sound, and he chuckles.

“Fuck, you sound so sweet. Sweetest girl in the world.”

He adds another finger, using his thumb to circle your clit in precise, firm motions. You’re writhing against the mattress like a serpent, unable to stay still as Bucky takes you apart.

“Come for me, baby. Can feel you squeezin’ my fingers. That’s it, atta girl… ride my hand, take what you need. Wanna hear how pretty you sound when you come.”

Your entire body tightens up as you reach your climax, back arching away from Bucky as he continues to curl his fingers. He pulls you close, anchors you to him as you moan and shudder.

Your head is empty, besides the thought of your soulmate. All you can think about is Bucky.

Bucky Bucky Bucky Bucky Bucky.

You take a stuttered inhale as you try to catch your breath, beads of sweat dripping down your back.

“You okay?”

He’s muttering into your shoulder, mouth never leaving your skin. You nod, linking your fingers with his where they rest on your waist.

“You didn’t come,” you whisper, leaning your head back into Bucky.

He kisses your cheek, chuckling lowly.

“This wasn’t about me,” he reassures. “It’s all about you, baby. Always is.”

The two of you breathe together for a little while, allowing you to come down from your high. Eventually, Bucky taps your thigh, nudging you up.

“Come on, honey. Get up and use the bathroom, and then we’ll sleep for the next week.”

You do as he says, crawling back into bed with limbs that feel like jelly.

“How you feelin’?” he asks as he pulls you into his side, resting your head on his chest.

“Fucking fantastic.”

He laughs and you can’t help but laugh too, as if by reflex.

“Yeah? No more racing thoughts in that pretty head of yours?”

“None. All I can think about is how much I want to sleep right now.”

Pressing a kiss onto the top of your head, Bucky tightens his arms around you.

“Then sleep, baby.”

You snuggle into your soulmates side, relaxing into the mattress.

“I love you,” you mumble into his skin.

“I love you,” he murmurs back. “Sweet dreams, honey girl.”

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When you wake, you can’t tell if you’ve slept for five minutes or five days.

The sheets are crumpled, linen strewn across the bed as the pillows sit completely unmoved at the headboard. Sunlight filters in through the curtains, warming your skin that’s exposed to the sea soaked breeze.

You reach over to the other side of the mattress, seeking Bucky’s warmth. You’re met with empty space, and the sound of a throat clearing on the other side of the room.

The man in question is leaning against the doorframe, shirtless and sun kissed. His boxers are hugging his thighs just right, and you repress the urge to crawl over and sink your teeth into the muscle. Later.

“Morning or afternoon?” You croak out, watching as he softly smiles at your sleep addled voice.

“Morning. Eleven twenty four.”

You stretch your arms above your head, unaware of the way Bucky’s eyes are glued to your bare stomach.

“You want breakfast, or have you eaten?”

“Haven’t eaten yet. Was waiting for you.”

You slide down to the end of the bed where Bucky meets you, leaning down to press a minty kiss to your lips.

“Have you been awake long?”

He shakes his head, stealing another kiss.

“Ten minutes or so.”

“How’d you sleep?”

He moves some hair away from your face gently, the morning affection making you light up inside.

“Like a baby. Don’t think I moved once.”

You laugh, running your fingers over his bare shoulders.

“I can’t remember the last time I slept like that.”

“Me neither. I think we need to start prioritising sleep a little more.”

“It’s just… so hard,” you murmur, rising onto your knees on the bed so you’re face to face. “I don’t ever want to sleep when I have the most handsome man alive in my bed. I can think of many other things I’d rather be doing.”

He groans, chuckling lowly.

“Watch it,” he warns. “Or I’ll keep you in this bed all day. Won’t let you leave.”

“Is that a threat or a promise, Barnes?”

He football tackles you suddenly, both of you falling backwards into the plush sheets. You squeal, caught off guard as his hands squeeze your sides firmly.

“Keep running your mouth and see what happens, angel.”

You card your fingers through his hair, tugging slightly to get a reaction. When his eyes flutter closed, you breathe out a laugh.

“I’m so scared,” you tease, peppering his face with gentle kisses. “Like, quaking in my boots.”

He goes to retort, but is interrupted by the deafening sound of your stomach rumbling.

“If we weren’t about to get noise complaints from the neighbours about that hunger of yours, I would absolutely continue this. But…”

“We need to eat.”

“Yes, we do.”

You peck his cheek before jumping off the bed, stretching as you make your way to the kitchen. Bucky follows you eagerly. Of course he does.

You click the coffee maker on as you spin to face him where he’s leaning against the counter.

“I’m about to make you the best pancakes you’ll eat in your entire life, James.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Watch and learn, baby.”

When he doesn’t move, you walk him backwards, pulling out the bar stool from underneath the island.

“You just sit there and look pretty.”

He shakes his head with a smirk as you wink, turning on the stove and grabbing your bowls and utensils. He didn’t ask for a cooking lesson, but you’re about to give him one.

“The trick is to separate the egg whites from the yolks, and whip them. When they’re fluffy, you fold them into your mixture, and it makes the pancakes light and airy and gorgeous. Then you add honey, for extra sweetness.”

He watches you flit around the kitchen as if you’re the sun, bright and warm and radiant. He can’t take his eyes off you for a second. He couldn’t if he wanted to.

Bucky’s blinking back tears, suddenly, as you sway your hips while flipping the pancakes at the stove. He wants to drop to his knees, yell out to a higher power and ask what the hell he did to deserve someone like you. He’ll beg, if he has to, for someone, something, to make sure that he finds you in every universe, in every version of this crazy life.

“I love you,” you beam at him, as if you’ve read his mind. “I love you more than anything.”

Your grin is so blinding, so utterly brilliant that the entire room lights up with it. Your own form of electricity.

“I… I-”

“I know, Buck.”

It gets like this, sometimes. Too overwhelming to put into words. To love someone more than anything, anyone - a love that knows no bounds - is completely indescribable.

So he doesn’t even try. He just nods at you, watching as your eyes light up at the sight of him.

“Will you pour us some coffee while I put these on a plate?”

“Anything you need,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your hair as he squeezes past you to grab the mugs. “Always.”

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You settle down to eat on the balcony, letting the midday sun warm you both up.

“I brought syrup, but, I also brought this.”

You hold out a plastic tub that contains a dark pink mixture, popping the lid off.

“Try it.”

Bucky sticks his little finger in, putting it in his mouth and sighing in contentment at the taste that coats his tongue.

“Good?”

“So good. What is it?”

“My homemade raspberry and lemon coulis. I make it to go on top of pancakes and waffles - it beats maple syrup any day.”

“You’re a genius.”

“So it’s been said,” you laugh, pouring it over your plate. “Now eat before they go cold.”

“Yes ma’am.”

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“You weren’t lying,” he says when he’s finished. “They were the best pancakes I’ve ever eaten.”

You laugh, sliding across to press your side into his.

“There’s a lot more where that came from. I have so many recipes I want you to try.”

“God, I’m so lucky. I have the most perfect soulmate in the world, and she’s a baker. What did I do to deserve you, hmm?”

You lean in to kiss him gently, licking across his lips. He tastes like raspberries and sugar and eight hours of sleep.

You’re sat in comfortable silence when your phone rings, startling you both.

“Hello?”

“Babe?”

“Lacie?”

“Hey!”

“Hi!”

You smile instantly, and Bucky does too, by default.

“Your Mom called me and told me about your Dad. She’s been keeping me updated over text. How are you guys holding up?”

“We’re good, honestly. It was a little touch and go at first, but now… we’re okay. All of us.”

“Good. I love you guys.”

“Love you too. So much.”

She sighs all deep and wistful, and you can’t help but chuckle.

“What’s up, Lace?”

“Well… I’m calling with a proposition. And I feel like you’re gonna say no, but your Mom already told me that I had to force you to do it, so.”

“Oh, God.”

“Come on a double date with me and Cameron tonight. Come for dinner and drinks with us.”

You take a deep breath, looking over at Bucky. He nods in agreement, encouraging you.

“Okay.”

“Yeah?”

Her surprise is undeniable, the octave of her voice rising ever higher.

“Yeah. I haven’t seen you in too long, and it’ll be good for me to meet Cameron, finally. Plus, we’re visiting my Dad this afternoon, so we have a free evening.”

“Oh my God, I am so excited! Okay, I’ll text you the address of where we’re eating. Cam knows so much about you already, he can’t wait to meet you. And I can’t wait to meet Bucky… again? I mean I’ve met him before, but not as your soulmate.”

“Yeah,” you giggle. “It’ll be good for everyone to get… reacquainted.”

“Exactly!”

“Alright, Lace. We’ve gotta get ready to visit my Dad, but I’ll see you later?”

“See you later, babe. I am so excited. See you then!”

She puts the phone down, and you can almost picture the cloud of perfume and pressed powder that’s about to rain down on her bedroom. You wish you were there to watch it happen, like old times.

“Our first double date, huh?”

“It’ll be our last if you don’t behave,” you tease, leaning in to peck Bucky’s lips.

“Don’t tempt me.”

You laugh into his mouth, running your fingers through the ends of his hair at the back of his neck. It’s the longest you’ve seen it, and it’s starting to curl all cute and soft and wispy.

“Come on. Let’s go see my Dad, and then spend hours mentally preparing ourselves for Storm Lacie.”

“I always liked her. Seemed good for you.”

“She is. She’s the best.”

Bucky wraps a strong arm around your shoulder as you swing your legs over his lap, burying yourself in his bare chest.

“You nervous?” he asks into your temple.

“A little, weirdly. Meeting each others soulmate is the kind of thing we’d talk about when we were kids. And now we’re doing it.”

“We can handle it,” he reassures, his thumb rubbing patterns into your arm. “We can handle anything, you and I.”

“Anything?”

“Anything, honey girl. Anything.”

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carlosainzgf · 3 months ago

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carlos sainz x reader (smut!!)

from the beginning, it was contradictory. You always had big goals, always had ambitions, always wanted stable things, and your lifestyle showed that in the small actions… but he didn’t. carlos always liked something more dangerous, he’s a formula 1 driver. he always liked living life freely, not having commitments, and when you met at that party in Ibiza, you knew what you were getting into

eight months. those few months that had been the best of your life with him. what started as a one-night stand quickly turned into something routine, you kept in touch, arranged to see each other more often, and soon you were practically in a relationship. yet it wasn’t a relationship. carlos never took the initiative to make anything official, even you indirectly talked about making it official, he was never very supportive. he talked about his profession, that it would be something that would lose privacy if you went public, and so he kept extending it as much as possible. all excuses.

but it was the monaco grand prix he himself invited you to. making you think that everything changed. and that he was ready to commit. call you ‘his’. you spent the days in the paddock, discreetly, of course, on carlos’s own recommendation. the race was great for the italian team, the spaniard coming third. a day this great, of course, resulted in a big party.

you arrived at the club with carlos. he led you to the big table with several other drivers, and he wasted no time celebrating and catching up with his friend. but when lando asked him who you were and carlos just replied “my friend,” and everything fell apart. that made you lose the party mood and left a bitter taste in your mouth… without much hesitation, you grabbed your bag, excused yourself, got up from the table, and gave a quick nod the ones sitting with you. tears that wanted to come out blurred your vision, and you tried to make your way through the people to reach the exit. when you finally felt the fresh air, you felt a hand on your wrist.

“mi amor, are you okay? what happened?”

“friend? really, carlos?”

he looks at you completely confused, but soon notices how affected you are.

“that? of course you are not just a friend for me, you know that” he tries to assure you as he follows you outside.

“you fuck me but call me your friend! how does that work?!”

he frowns at you and bites his lip, a little frustrated.

“baby, I said I didn’t want anything public, you knew that from the start.”

he says in a firmer tone, but still trying to look at you as gently as possible.

“i didn’t think you would hide me from your own friends, carlos!”

“it’s not hiding you! I… It’s just…”

he tries to form sentences, which soon dies on his tongue seeing your hurt expression. he walks up to you and gently cups your cheek.

“i just… don’t want to put the whole media on top of us. I don’t mind showing you off, I’d do it with pride. but… you know how the press is, right?”

“you know what? fuck the press and fuck you, too! if you wanna be just friends, you got it!” i say and walk back to the table an sit down. not on my original place tho. next to charles. carlos’ teammate. if we’re just friends like he said, he wouldn’t mind it.

his eyes widen when he sees you sitting next to the monegasque, and he clenches his jaw, visibly frustrated. he was trying to explain his point and make you understand, but there you were next to his teammate, trying to provoke a reaction.

he watches for a few seconds, trying to keep his temper down, but soon walks over and puts a hand on your shoulder, pulling you up.

“come here. now.”

“im in the middle of a conversation, carlito.” i used the nickname i knew would piss him off.

he holds you firmly by the arm and tugs you off you chair, pulling you to a more secluded area of the club away from the other tables and his friends.

“what the hell are you doing?”

“what? i can’t have friends now?” i laugh.

he growls, clearly frustrated and annoyed with what you were pulling right now. he places his hands on the wall, trapping you between his arms, forcing you to look at him.

“you can have friends, but you don’t need to flirt with them, preciosa.”

“you have a friend you fuck.” i push.

the way you phrased it and seeing your expression pissed him off even more.

he places his hands on the sides of your waist and pushes his hips against yours, holding you tightly, while bringing his face closer to yours.

“don’t start, princess. i know what game you’re playing. stop it.”

“or what, carlos?”

his hands tighten on your waist and he closes his eyes for a second, holding back the urge to push you against the nearest wall and give you a lesson. he opens his eyes and looks at you, biting his lip again.

“you’re really asking for it, hm?”

you raise your brow in response, somewhat daring him.

he knows that daring look, and he takes the challenge. He leans down to your ear, his breath hot over your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

“careful, bebé. you’re biting off more than you can chew. and you know im not a patient man and you’re really testing my limits here.”

“i’ve been nothing but patient these last eight months, carlos. im just giving you a taste of your own medicine.”

he couldn’t stand your comment on the situation.

“don’t you dare say that. you have no idea the amount of times i wanted to parade you on my arm and show everyone you’re mine.”

“you’re all talk, carlos. all talk.” i say and push myself off the wall and walk away. after all, it’s the actions that speaks, not words.

the way you pushed him away and walked by really annoyed him, but the way you called him all bark and no bite was what made him see red.

he takes your wrist and quickly pulls you back, pulling you flush against him again.

“is that what I am? all talk, princess?” before you could say anything back his lips were on yours. you were still mad but, c’mon, who can resist carlos?

the kiss was messy and harsh, both of you trying to take control like you were doing a few seconds ago but with your words.

“we’re getting out of here, carino. im gonna show you how much i can talk.”

you were sat in his ferrari as he drove. he dragged you out the club so fast you didn’t get the chance to say goodbye to others. a few minutes of a drive felt like an hour. the tension was high, his eyes didn’t leave the road but you knew he was watching you.

you got to his apartment. you don’t even remember walking inside or getting inside the elevator. all you can think of right now was what he was going to do with you.

he turned around to look at you after closing the door of his apartment.

“go into the bedroom and strip.”

you obliged. like always. you undressed until you were left in a dark red lingerie set and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting. the bra was see through and the panties also didn’t leave much to the imagination.

he walked in, slowly. the first few buttons of his shirt was unbuttoned, showing his built chest. he came over to the bed, where you were sitting, and gently held your chin up. he was being scarily gentle. maybe even too gentle. he moved his body down, going into kiss you, but not touching your lips. he was teasing you. was this your lesson? learning to be patient?

you felt his breath on your face but instead of kissing your, pretty, lips. he kissed your cheeks. than your nose. and made his way lover. you neck, collarbones, breasts -over your bra-, your stomach. nowhere you needed him tho. not your lips or lower lips. anywhere but those. you were frustrated but didn’t dare a say word, just breathed heavily.

he stood up. unbuckled his belt and the button of his pants but didn’t take them off. waiting for you to do it. and you did. took his pants off but also his underwear. his cock sprung out. the tip was red and angry, somewhat like him. you stroke him in your hand as you sunk to the floor.

you licked and kissed his balls before licking him from the bottom of his shaft to the tip. you got the tip in between your lips, suckled and licked, getting it wet. then left kisses along his length. like he said himself, he was an inpatient man. he held the base of his dick with one hand and used the other the hold your head still by grabbing a bunch of your hair and showed himself down your throat. you gagged at the sudden act but calmed down as you breathed from you nose.

he made a makeshift ponytail of your hair, holding your head from both sides as he thrusted in your mouth. you were gripping his muscly thighs, trying to ground yourself. but you couldn’t ground the wetness pooling between your legs. you moaned around him, not being able to help yourself.

“you like this? you fucking slut. love having my cock down your throat, huh?”

you felt pathetic but can’t help but feel aroused.

he suddenly pulled out of your mouth, picked you up and threw you onto the bed. before you could catch up he was on top of you.

he took your underwear and his shirt off. then he pressed his thumb over your clit, dragging it down to your slit, then back up, making circular motions on you bundle of nerves, making you a whiny mess.

“im gonna fuck you so good, so no one else could be enough. only i get to have you"

he lined himself up with her and pushed in all the way, leaving you almost screaming at the fullness. every inch of him stuffed in your needy cunt.

"carlos." you almost whispered.

"tell me how much you need it, carino."

"so much, carlos. need you to fuck me, fill me up or anything else you want. just need you, please!"

the words fell from your lips so pathetically, but you were too distracted to even acknowledge anything.

he smiled at your words, at how cock drunk you had gotten. and started moving. dragging his cock in and out of your sweet pussy. he hit every ridge and curve so well and slid through your wetness so easily. making you moan louder and louder as he got faster, harder. his thumb was rocking back and forth at your clit making your mind numb with all the pleasure he was giving you.

you soon came around his cock and held onto his built shoulders tightly for some type of support. he fucked you throughout your orgasm and until he reached his. he pulled out slowly after a while of holding you, making you wince.

he moved lower until he was looking at you, now throbbing and used, cunt.

"such a pretty little thing." he chuckled. then he scooped his cum that was seeming out of your little hole and pushed it back in with a finger, you tried to push his hand away, feeling overstimulated but he just hushed your protests and fucked his cum back in you with his fingers.

after he was done he, once again, came up to face you.

“you're mine." he said, and left a kiss at your forehead and held you till you both drifted to sleep. and he was right. you were, now, pretty sure no other man could live upto the expectation he set up.

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harknessxo · 10 months ago

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Revenge

Paring: Rhea Ripley x fem!reader (established), Charlotte Flair x fem!reader (eventual)

Summary: You lost your NXT Championship to Lyra while Rhea was gone and she was not happy. When you didn’t succeed at getting it back she and the rest of TJD left you. You found comfort in someone else who also helped get your revenge.

Warnings; ansgt, light choking, smut

Word Count: 5.3k

A/n: The reader is technically Dominik and her father is Carlito but it’s not mentioned.

“1…2…3! Here’s your winner! And new NXT women’s champion, Lyra Valkyria!” You dragged yourself out of the ring to sit against the steel steps, hugging your knee. You panted through your gritted in pain. You had just lost your title to Lyra. You fought as hard as you could but you still lost.

Fuck.

Rhea was not going to be happy when she came back. What were you going to do? Now she’s going to think you couldn’t handle business on your own. You slowly got up and limped backstage. The ref tried to help you but you just pushed her away saying you could walk on your own.

Once you were backstage you went straight to your locker room. You sat in front of your dresser, looking at yourself before slamming your fists on it out of anger. Why didn’t you kick out? You took a deep breath before you started taking off your makeup and tried to relax. Maybe she would take it easy on you. At that moment your phone’s screen lit up with a message notification from Damian:

‘You did good out there. Don’t stress too much about it, alight?’

You smiled before replying and heading out to your hotel.

Monday Night Raw

“JUDGMENT DAY COME OUT HERE! WE NEED TO TALK!”

You took a deep breath and hid your hands in your pocket so no one would notice how badly they were shaking. Only you and Damian walked out since Finn was out, injured from the brawl that happened last Monday. Slowly, you made your way into the ring, Damian looking more confident than you did. You took off Rhea’s belt from around your waist and gave it to her, your hands still shaking.

“Now we all know the judgment day has no leader, correct?” she began, “But each of us has our own responsibility,” she looked directly at you, “So, what happens? Mami gets taken out for two weeks by Nia Jax and all of a sudden everything starts falling apart. Because mami is the one who makes the game plans but when I left I gave someone else that responsibility and they disappointed me.”

You lowered your head thinking she was referring to you until she said Damian’s name and turned in his direction.

“I go, and you can’t handle the job,” she continues, “After the brawl last week, Finn is out injured. You can't even compete tonight against Jey because you are not medically cleared. And what else happens Priest? Y/n lost her NXT women’s title to Lyra because you weren’t out there to help as I told you to.” At that, you lifted your head and looked at him. He was supposed to be there to help and chose not to?

“And now we have a Cody and Jey problem, you wanna know why? Because they don’t fear us, Priest. They can see the tension. They don’t see us as a threat. And because of that, they are going to try and take the tag team titles from you and Finn. And what are you gonna do about it, huh? You can’t do anything.” You could feel the tension between them from where you were standing.

“With all due respect Rhea,” it was Damian’s turn to speak, “You’re not saying anything I don't already know. I know that Cody and Jey are coming for the titles, but when push comes to shove…I’ll push harder. You know, the way I see it, I have my titles. I have my contract. I don’t want to point fingers or start anything but…Mami, where’s Y/n’s title?”

He looked directly at you with no remorse. You looked back at him with a hurt look on your face. Why would he do this to you? He’s supposed to be your family. Rhea turned to look at you. Her gaze filled with a mix of anger and disappointment. You couldn't hold eye contact for long and lowered your head once again.

“Y/n, I’m your Mami, right? What does that make you? That makes you my babygirl. So tomorrow night, at NXT, you have a rematch against Lyra Valkyria. You’re welcome,” she lifted your face with her finger, “But if you don’t come home to me with that championship…then don’t bother coming home.”

You felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. Your eyes watered but you were able to keep the tears at bay. You gulped and simply nodded at her statement. You all then got out the ring and walked backstage. When you did Rhea left to handle other things and you turned towards Damian.

“Why would you do that?” You asked.

“Do what?”

“Throw me under the bus! We are supposed to be family!”

“Listen, you were the one who lost their title, not me.”

“Only because you weren’t there to help.”

“I shouldn’t have to help you Y/n. And if I do have to help you, then maybe you shouldn’t be champion.”

“What about all the hits I took for you and Finn to help you win those titles?” you questioned while pointing at the belts around his waist.

“...” he said nothing and walked off. You roughly ran your hand through your hair before storming into the judgment day’s locker room. You slammed the door behind you, the anger and frustration boiling inside you. You took deep breaths, trying to calm down when someone walked in. JD McDonagh.

“Wow, are you okay?”

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it, now what do you want?”

“Okay um, I was looking for Rhea and Damian.”

“I-”

Right when you were about to speak, both Rhea and Damian came in arguing but once they saw you and JD they stopped.

“¿Qué hace este tipo aquí?” Damian asked with anger in his voice.

“Damian, calm down, I asked him to be here,�� Rhea looked at JD, “Tell him your plan.”

“Alright, we know Kevin doesn’t like or trust Jey. How do you think he’ll react to him and Cody going for the Tag Titles that he and Sami couldn’t get back? We need to play mind games here. If we make them stop trusting each other then we’ll have a soft spot to go for. We divide and then we conquer.”

“What do you think Damian,” Rhea looked at him.

“I don’t know, I’ll think about it.” He walked out once again.

“Y/n, Lyra is having a backstage interview, you know what to do.” She gave you a cold look and you just gave a firm nod and walked out, she followed suit. You eventually found Lyra and called her name.

“Lyra! If I were you, I wouldn’t get too comfortable with that belt because come tomorrow, I’m taking back what is rightfully mine.” You snarled.

“And she’s not going alone,” Rhea said, doing the little wave she always does.

“Yeah? We’ll see about that. See you tomorrow.” That was all Lyra said before she left. You were going to make your way back to the locker room until Rhea grabbed you by the neck and slammed you against the wall.

“You better win tomorrow, understand?”

“Sí mami,” you gasped out. She let go of you and walked off and you followed a few seconds after catching your breath.

NXT

You were moments away to walk out for your match against Lyra at the main event. The crowd roared with anticipation as you took a deep breath and adjusted your gear, mentally preparing for the match ahead. You needed to win.

“Are you ready, Mami?”

“Yes, let’s go.” She followed you out. Your music started blaring as well as the boos and the cheers for you. You looked at Rhea, she raised her eyebrow, and you gave her a firm nod. You stared down Lyra as you slid into the ring and she did the same.

“The following contest is scheduled for one fall, is for the NXT Women’s Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, she is Y/n L/n!” you raised your arms, taking in the cheers and the boos, “And her opponent, she is the NXT Women's Champion, Lyra Valkyria!” Lyra raised the belt and the whole arena burst into cheers. It made you jealous. You missed those cheers before tuning heel. She gave the belt to the ref and you opened the ropes for Rhea but before she stepped through them, she grabbed a hold of your jaw.

“Don’t disappoint me again.”

“I won’t. I promise mami.” She finally stepped out and the bell rang.

You and Lyra circled the ring before you made the first move. You went for a clothesline but she dodged it. She took the opportunity to dropkick you from behind and go for the cover but you were able to kick out. You both went into an exchange of hits until you finally took her down. You dragged her closer to the ring post, climbed to the top rope, and went for a frog splash but Lyra brought her knees to her chest and took you out.

—

The match had been going on for a while. You were getting exhausted as well as Lyra but you both kept kicking out. You were climbing to the top rope when Lyra came from behind, powerbombed you, and went for the cover.

“1...2…3! Here’s your winner! And still the NXT Women’s Champion, Lyra Valkyria!”

No.

No, no, no, no!

This can’t be happening.

You sat up and looked for Rhea and found her walking backstage, without you. You crawled to the ropes and called her name.

“Rhea! Rhea, please!” She paused for a second then turned towards the ring, only to give you a disapproving look, and finally disappeared backstage, leaving you behind. You could feel the tears beginning to form but you didn’t dare let them out.

“Maybe you should have listened to your father when he told you that the judgment day was bad news,” Lyra said from behind you. Your look of sadness soon turned into rage when you turned to look at her.

“This is all your fault.”

“This had nothing to do with m-” before she could finish the sentence you jumped on top of her and started throwing punches.

“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! IF IT WASN’T FOR YOU I WOULD STILL ME CHAMPION AND RHEA WOULD STILL BE HERE!” You kept throwing punch after punch until you were finally pulled away from her by three refs. You stared at her getting up before shrugging off the ref’s hands and walked out of the arena. You didn’t bother going to the locker rooms.

When you got to your car the first thing you did was text Rhea and the rest of the judgment day. When you got no response you decided to call.

Straight to voicemail.

You sighed in defeat and decided to just drive back to your hotel and wait until the morning.

—

When you woke up in the morning you reached for Rhea’s warmth but when your hand didn’t feel her, the memories of the events that took place the night before came back.

You lost.

You lost against Lyra.

…And Rhea left you.

You quickly reached for your phone and called Rhea’s number once again.

“Please leave your message for-”

“Fuck.” You tried calling the others, even JD, but they didn’t answer either.

You felt lost. You realized how much you relied on her and without her you felt so lost. You didn’t know what to do.

Monday Night Raw

You stormed out of your locker room once you were informed that the JD was in the building. They had ghosted you all week and you were going to confront them.

“Rhea!” You yelled from the other side of that hall when you saw Rhea talking to who looked like Cora Jade. When she saw how angry you were she excused herself and left you and Rhea alone.

“What do you want?” Rhea growled.

“What do I want? You and the rest of judgment day ghosted me all week.”

“What did I tell you was gonna happen if you didn’t win the NXT Women’s Championship back? Hm?”

“Y-you can’t be serious.”

“I am very serious. You aren’t strong enough to be in judgment day anymore.”

“Not strong enough? What about all the things I’ve done for you, Damian, and Finn! That doesn’t matter anymore?”

“No.” You felt true anger when she said that. The words that came out of your mouth next were out of pure rage.

“I want a match. Against you.” She began to laugh maniacally.

“You want a match against me?” she chuckled, “You can’t even beat Lyra, what makes you think you can beat me?”

“I don’t care, I want it. Tonight.” She shook her head, looked you up and down before speaking again.

“Fine, I’ll talk to Pearce. See you in the ring babygirl,” she mocked before walking away. You hadn’t noticed but a couple tears had escaped your eyes but you quickly wiped them away.

—

“This is my brutality!” Rhea’s music blasted through the arena. She walked down the aisle while Sam introduced her.

“The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, representing The Judgment Day, she is the Women’s World Champion, Rhea Ripley!”

After she got in the ring your music hit. You walked out into the arena and locked eyes with her.

“And her opponent, Y/n L/n!”

When you got in the ring you gave her a death glare and she returned it. The bell rang and you two started circling the ring before launching at each other. Out of nowhere, she picked you up and slammed you into the mat. You got up quickly and ran towards her only for her to move out the way. You turned and got all up in her face before slapping her across the face. Usually her opponent would be terrified after doing something like that but not you. You were too upset to care.

You wanted revenge.

“You think you can just slap me-”

You slapped her again.

“Yes. Yes I do-” she wrapped her hand around your neck and began to squeeze but you managed to break free, delivering a swift kick to her midsection. While she was getting up you delivered a dropkick and went for the cover.

“1…2-” she kicked out.

You took a moment to breathe before putting her in a headlock only for her to break free and head butting you. You backwards on the mat and she went for the cover but you kicked out at two. She grabbed your face harshly before she spoke.

“You think you’re at my level? Huh?” She spat out. You pushed her away and got up. You glared back at her, the fire in your eyes reflecting your determination. She only smirked in your direction running at you. You duked and tried to go after her leg but she was quicker than you and moved out the way.

While you were getting up she delivered a dropkick taking you out and going for the cover only for you to kick out at the last second. This infuriated her. She picked you up, positioned you for riptide and slammed your body full force on the mat.

“1…2…3!”

“Here’s your winner, the Women’s World Champion, Rhea Ripley!” She pushed your body away before snatching her title from the ref and lifting it up high. You started to drag yourself toward a corner of the right but before you could reach it you felt yourself being dragged back to the middle of the ring. Rhea flipped you onto your back and lifted your head up by your hair.

“You are nothing without me. Nothing,” she said with venom in her voice. You felt the tears coming out at her words.

“Rhea let her go, the match is over.” The ref yelled. She slammed your head against the mat before getting up and finally leaving the ring.

“Are you okay?” asked the ref. You just nodded before getting up and walking backstage. You headed straight to Adam’s office. You knew if you stayed on raw any longer it I’ll be a death sentence. You walked into his office without bothering to knock.

“Adam, I need to move to smackdown.”

“I think that’s the best option but you are going to have to talk to Nick before we make it official, okay?” you nodded before walking out and heading towards your locker room.

Friday Night Smackdown

You stood outside of Nick’s office. You took a deep breath before knocking. You waited a few seconds before you heard him say ‘come in’. You quickly opened the door and walked in.

“Y/n, good to see you. Adam told me you would come by.”

“It’s good to see you too.” you smiled politely.

Please, take a seat,” he said while pointing at the chair in front of his desk and you gladly took a seat.

“I’m guessing this has to do with what happened on monday?”

“Yeah, I wanted to ask if I was able to move to smackdown? We all know what would happen if I stay on raw.”

“Yeah, I think I have an idea of what would happen. Well I have good news and bad news.”

“Go on,” you sighed.

“I would love to have you here but as you know, when Jey moved to raw, a superstar from raw had to be drafted to smackdown. Therefore if you want to move here, you’re going to have to find a superstar that would be willing to switch with you. Preferably a woman,” you nodded along, “If you can find someone by the end of the night, I will have a contract ready for you next week.”

“Okay, thank you so much Nick.” You outstretched your hand.

“Thank you,” he smiled lightly and shook your hand. You smiled back and excused yourself out. You started to think of all the female superstars on smackdown who would be willing to switch with you. Bianca has her storyline with Iyo Sky, Mitchin is with the OC, Damage Ctrl is…Damage Ctrl, and…Shotzi! You could ask Shotzi. You started walking to her locker room until a voice stopped you.

“Look at what the cat dragged in. Where’s Judgment Day? Matter of fact, where’s Rhea?” You took a deep breath before turning toward them.

“Charlotte, please, I don't need this right now.”

“I told you this would happen. Everyone did. Why didn’t you take my offer when you had the chance?”

“...”

“Tell me.” she walked closer to you.

“...I wanted to believe that they actually wanted me and that they weren’t using me,” a tear fell down your cheek, “That i was enough for once…”

Flashback

“It’s okay to be scared, Rhea, having seconds thoughts about choosing me-”

“Queeny, queeny- can I call you that?” you cut Charlotte off, “You know what? Nevermind, sweetheart. I’m not gonna let you run down mami, my queen.”

“Look at you taking orders like a good little niña,” she smirked as you made your way into the ring, “Sweetie, why don’t you be a good girl and get Rhea for me, hm?” You wouldn't admit it to anyone but her comment made you blush a bit.

“I-” before you could get another word out, Rhea's music hit. You found it strange because that wasn’t the plan. You were supposed to keep talking smack to Charlotte but you guessed it was a last minute change. You noticed that Rhea looked furious making her way to the ring.

“Rhea–”

“I got it from here. Now go backstage and wait for me there.” was the only thing she said before getting in Charlotte’s face. You only looked between them hesitantly before walking out. You watched the rest of the interaction backstage. You were glad nothing bad happened, you didn’t want for things to get too out of control. You knew how long Rhea had been waiting for this moment, to finally beat her biggest enemy. You didn’t want for her to ruin it by letting her anger get the best of her. After they finished the promo they were brought backstage separately. Rhea barged into your locker room fuming.

“What the hell was that out there?! Huh?!”

“What are you talking about, mami? I was doing what you asked–” You were cut off mid sentence by a sharp pain against your cheek.

“I told you to distract her not to whore yourself out and flirt with her!”

“I-I’m sorry mami,” you said while gripping onto your burning cheek.

“Good. I’m going to get some fresh air, we leave in ten,” and she walked out. You let some tears spill but you quickly wiped them away. You brought upon yourself. You shouldn’t have flirted with Charlotte. You looked in the mirror and made sure there was no bruise on your face before walking outside to Rhea’s car.

“Y/n,” You heard your name being called from behind you. You turned only to come face-to-face with Charlotte once again, “Where are you going so fast?” she asked with a smug look on her face. You started to panic a bit. You didn’t want to risk being seen with her and for someone to tell Rhea.

“Charlotte, I can't be seen with you so please, just leave me alone.” She took notice of your redden cheek and her expression changed to a look of concern.

“Did she do that?” she tried to touch your cheek but you quickly stopped her.

“That’s none of your business.”

“You know it will only get worse, right? She's gonna get tired of you as well as the rest of Judgment Day and they’re gonna leave you hanging.”

“No, they won’t.” Charlotte sighed.

“Why don’t you join me? Hm? I’ll give you everything you want and more. I would treat you so much better than she ever will.” You only looked at her, contemplating her offer but out of the corner of your eye you saw Cathy talking to someone. If she saw you talking to Charlotte, she would definitely tell Rhea.

“I-I’ve gotta go,” and you walked off.

End of Flashback

Charlotte's expression softened slightly as she listened to you, and she hesitated before speaking.

“You were and still are enough, okay? You don’t need Rhea or the Judgment Day to tell you that. C’mere, sweetheart.” She opened her arms. You looked at her for a second before letting yourself get enveloped in her arms. It felt nice to be comforted and not scolded for once. After a few seconds, you pulled away.

“I’m guessing you were talking to Nick about switching brands?” she asked to which you nodded, “What did he say?”

“He said he would love to have me here but that I need to find someone who would be willing to switch with me because of the draft.”

“Hmm, did you have someone in mind?”

“I was heading towards Shotzi’s locker room since she’s the only person I could think of.”

“I’ll go with you, I’m sure she’ll agree.” She smiled at you sweetly before taking a kind of your hand and leading you to Shotzi’s room. You knocked on her door and a few seconds later she opened the door. She smiled At Charlotte but that quickly faded when she saw you.

“What’s is she doing here?”

“Shotzi, please, just hear her out-”

“No! You know what her and the rest of the Judgment Day did to me so I don’t care about whatever you have to say.”

“I’m so sorry about what I did-” you tried to reason with her but she slammed the door in your face. This was your last chance and now it is over. You fell on your knees and a pained sob escaped your lips.

“My father was right. I should have stayed in his shadow-”

“Hey, hey don’t say that,” she knelt down next to you and wrapped her arms around you, “You are much more than just your father’s shadow. Look at what you accomplished. You became the NXT Women’s Champion.”

“I lost it to Lyra-”

“Only after you gave her a hell of a fight.” You leaned your head against her chest.

“Thank you, Charlotte.”

“You don’t have to thank me, alright? Come on. I have a plan.”

It’s been over a month since you were kicked out of Judgment Day. Since Shotzi didn’t switch with you, Charlotte suggested you take a break from all the chaos. She made a deal with you. If you helped her, she would help you get your revenge. In the month you were out she trained you. You learned new moves and techniques and you were thankful for her. She was the only person to pick you up after Rhea let you down.

Tonight was Crown Jewel. Charlotte had challenged Rhea for her title to which she accepted. In her words she would ‘show who the new queen is’. This was all part of the plan.

You were now helping Charlotte get ready for her match. She was wearing purple gear. You helped her zip up her top before she turned to look at herself in the mirror.

“You look stunning.” You whispered.

“Thank you, princess. You look beautiful as well.” Your cheeks burned at the compliment. She turned towards you and cupped your face.

“You remember the plan right?” You nodded in response.

“Good. This is going to be our night.” She was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“You’re up in 5.” Someone called from outside the door.

“It’s showtime.” You helped her put on her robe before walking out towards gorilla.

—

The match had taken many turns. Both Charlotte and Rhea giving it their everything. At this point the superstars were exhausted but neither gave up. Charlotte had just thrown Rhea out of the ring and was now distracting the ref by acting injured.

This was it.

You put your hood on and ran out through the crowd. You jumped over the barricade and delivered a big boot to Rhea as she was getting up. The crowd went crazy. Carefully not to get noticed by the ref you dragged her body to the announce table. You cleared it before turning towards Rhea and grabbing a hold of her face.

“I am more than I would have ever been with you.” You picked up her body and riptide her through the table before throwing her back in the ring. Charlotte got up on the rope and did a moonsault and went for the cover.

“1…2…3!”

“Here’s your winner! And the new Women’s World Champion, Charlotte Flair!” You slid into the ring and jumped on her out of joy. She caught you while raising the belt in the air with her other arm. You got off of her and that’s when you finally took your hood off to reveal yourself to the arena. The crowd went wild with cheers. You looked at Charlotte with a big smile on your face before kissing her. She placed an arm around your waist and the other around your head to deepen the kiss.

“How dare you!” Rhea yelled from behind you. You turned and knelt down to her.

“How dare I? You brought this upon yourself. You treated me like garbage and threw me out the moment I was no use to you. Lucky for me, Charlotte was there to pick me right up.” You turned towards Charlotte once again and gave her one last kiss before the two of you walked backstage.

—

You and Charlotte stumbled into her locker room. She kept kissing you all the way inside until you both fell on the couch. You started giggling and soon she was as well.

“We did it, baby. And soon you’re going to take that title from Iyo.”

“You think I can do it?”

“I know you will.” She leaned in to peck your lips before kissing down your jaw to your neck. Soon she found your sweet spot and started licking and sucking.

“Hmm, Charlotte-” you moaned.

“That’s not my name, sweetheart,” she whispered.

“…mommy.”

“That’s right, good girl.” She continued going down your neck to your collarbone then to the top of your breast. Her hands reached to your back where the clip of your top was.

“Can I take this off, baby?” You nodded in response. She leaned in to kiss you while slowly taking off your top. She threw it somewhere in the room before she started groping your breast. You moaned against her lips as you arched your back.

“Please mommy-”

“What is it, baby? What do you want?”

“M-more.”

“More what? You gotta tell me what you want or I’ll stop,” you whined and tried to hide your face but she didn’t let you, “Come on princess, you can do it.”

“…fuck me, please, mommy.”

“That’s my girl.” She moved down your body and started taking off your shorts along with your underwear. She placed one of your legs over her shoulder and started to kiss her way down to your dripping core. Right when she got to your pussy she stopped once again. You looked down at her and finally she licked down your pussy. You tossed your head back in pleasure. Your moans and pants being the only sound in the room.

“Mommy-” you tried to grind your hips against her face but she pushed them back down. Soon her fingers joined the fun. Her mouth focused on your clit while two of her fingers thrusted into your dripping core. Your hand moved down to grip onto her hair while the other moved towards your mouth to try and keep your moans at bay. When Charlotte noticed, she took her free hand and held on to yours.

“Let those pretty sounds out for me, baby. Don’t hold back.”

“But- fuck…what if someone hears?” You stuttered out.

“Let them.”

“Hmph-” your grip on her hair got stronger as you felt yourself get to the edge, “M-mommy…Im close-”

“I know, baby, I know. Let go for me,” she cooed. Your legs began to shake around her head and your grip on her hand tightened.You went over the edge with a loud moan, arching your back in the process. You rode out your high and soon your body went limp. You closed your eyes, taking a moment to breath until you felt Charlotte pepper kisses all over your face making you giggle.

“Can you look at me, princess?” she asked while gently cupping your face. You blinked your eyes open and looked into her icy blue eyes.

“I am so proud of you, Y/n.” Those words brought tears into your eyes. No one had ever said that to you, not even your dad. You tried to look away but she didn’t let you, “Hey, don't hide from me. You're allowed to cry.”

“I just- no one’s ever been proud of me-”

“Well I am. And I will forever be so proud of you,” she leaned in as you kissed your lips. You put your arms around her neck to deepen the kiss. The kiss was sweet and slow, not like any kiss you’ve had before. Eventually you pulled away and she rested her forehead against yours.

“How about we shower and head home to celebrate.”

“I thought we were already celebrating?”

“Oh, sweetheart, I'm not even halfway done with you.”

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lindszeppelin · 2 years ago

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DIRTY DEEDS

-> Series Summary: Taking place in 1970s New York, Austin has been swept up in a life of crime, being taken under the wing of the Tenaglia family - the Italian mafia that has their hands in all the pies of local businesses, and corrupt politicians in their back pocket. Austin meets his wife at a Manhattan dance club and the two of them fall in love. They're the hottest power couple in the city. Together they open their own disco called Tease, rivaling Studio 54. The longer Mr and Mrs Butler are thrown into the seedy lifestyle of dangerous crime the more they want out, craving a normal life together. But they need a plan to escape unharmed.

-> Inspiration: Goodfellas and Carlito's Way mostly. And other mob movies! Austin needed to be put in this kind of story I feel like, so I'll be the one to do it lol. This is essentially my way of putting Austin in a Martin Scorsese type story lol.

-> Pairing: Austin Butler x Fem!Reader

-> Rating: Mature, 18+. Minors DNI.

-> Series Warnings: Violence, assault, killing in some form (whether it be mentioned in passing, etc), usage of weapons like guns and knives, drug use, sexual themes, smut, obviously heavy mentions of mafia doings and bad boy things lol, swearing, probably some 70s slang/verbage, corruption

PART 1

PART 2 (coming soon...)

(let me know if you wanna be tagged for uploads of this series!)

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osakunt · 2 years ago

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A new era has begun. Please meet osakunt.

I’m still going by as Yess. I’m still a girl, I’m still a she/her/ that bitch 🫣

The layout is staying the same but the theme is here lmao.

yesamu was the soft side but osakunt is here to show our nasty side…..even more (?)

#[🐲] yess talks #haikyuu x reader #yess hot shots 🧿#haikyuu smut #aot x reader #jjk x reader #gangsta x reader #I’ll update all my links … it’s 1 am and I’ve been at work since 11 and got home at 9 or so.#my kittens were literally toying with a tiny mouse that found it’s way into the house and I had to wrestle one of them to get it into a bag #…..I was shouting to my mom panicked - not sure what to do 😭😭 I didn’t want to kill it but I also didn’t want it to go into the rooms and #didn’t want the cats to eat it 😭😭#literally Tom and Jerry vibe about the tiny mouse half dead 😭#anyways I shut carlitos into the bathroom with me as he had the mouse in the mouth.#i put a towel on the crack of the door just incase he let the mouse go.#i didn’t let his sister come in cause he was the one dominating over the mouse 😭😭#so I stabled him by grabbing him and with a back I grabbed the mouse #and tied it 😭😭😭#oh my goodddddddd I was running around with a machete for a small mouse 😭😭😭😭#so anyways I was thinking of putting a cup over it then a plastic plate to let it go #but cause I decided to listen to my mom I packed and put it in the back 😭😭#and once I tied it and everything it hit me that it was badly wounded #and that it would die of suffocation 😭😭😭😭😭😭 and then my mom from the room said …..“’Que barbarida’ and honestly yea 😭😭😭😭 she then said …..#can’t do much now go throw it in the trash can outside 😭😭#AND THATS WHAT I DID 😭😭😭#it’s daunting me rn but I’ll get over it 😭 but fawkkkk #i feel so bad #like carlitos was out here playing with it and it was trying to run away but carlitos wasn’t letting it go #just biting it and swatting it #growling at champa so she wouldn’t get time with the mouse #man I hate living here 😭😭

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melis-writes · 2 years ago

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Hi, I had watched the movie Carlito’s Way a long while ago and became absolutely obsessed with him. So I came to tumblr in search of something to soothe the absolute hunger I have for him. And I had ended up being pretty disappointed because there really wasn’t anything on here for him except for the two fanfics you posted. And lord.. when I read them, I lost my shit.😭

Your writing is fucking amazing, literally a work of art. I was so deviously down bad that I was coming back to reread your fics almost every single day. Like I quite literally couldn’t get through my bad without reading your Carlito fanfics. So, I hope you don’t mind me sending in a couple of requests.🫶(because I’m a filthy little slut for Carlito and you are the only person who can perfectly fulfill by sinful thirst for this man.) also sorry if this is a lil too explicit if I make you uncomfortable or anything you can just ignore this message entirely and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.

So imagine, Carlito is sitting at his desk quietly. Trying desperately to focus on the paperwork in-front of him. Trying to focus on anything but you and how your cunt was squeezing him so fucking tightly. He feels you, sees you. Squirming impatiently, legs shaking, nails digging into the soft silk robe he bought that you had wrapped around your beautiful body, god- and how absolutely fucking wet you were. His cock was telling him to take you right there. Throw you over the desk and fuck you like the slut you were. He could only imagine how it would feel to grab you by the hair, manhandle you, and drag his cock in and out of you. He couldn’t just sit here, especially when you felt so good warning his cock. He was supposed to be punishing you for christ sake. But when he was around you all of his resolve seemed to disappear in an instant.

Yea I tried.😭 in short I just need you to hook me up. Im just desperate. You literally don't even have to do what I asked. You could feed me pig food and I would eat it. I just need a filthy Carlitos smut fic. I'm dying without one. But yea, sorry if this is too much and again If your not comfortable you can ignore this entire message. But I just need some Carlito right now. 🙁

I hope your doing well, have a nice (night/day/evening) bye - your #1 fan ❤️❤️

Omg hello Mrs. Brigante!! 😍😍 Wow, honestly this ask/prompt request surprised and blew me away in the best way possible. I don’t blame you with the Carlito obsession, honestly! 😅❤️ I don’t see much of it though and Carlito is so underrated!! I was super happy to write a whole oneshot fic for him but even with my prompts open for smut and non-smut Carlito x Reader, I’ve probably only received like 1-2 ever. I love to hear that you enjoyed my work for Carlito!! 🥺 They were a blast to write. You’re so sweet!! Thank you for the compliments and love, honestly it made my whole day! I’m always open to more requests, I just wish I had all the time in the world to just sit down and write all of them but I definitely promise to get to them one by one! I love this sexy, smutty prompt idea and it’s in no way making me uncomfortable or something I wouldn’t write, so I’d be happy to post it here for ya. 🥵

‘$75,000 and I’m out. Just that, then I’m gone. Me and my girl…’ Carlito’s eyes trail over the sprawled out paperwork upon his desk, eager to distract himself from numbers and legal paperwork for his nightclub.

‘Off to paradise…’ Carlito’s eyes gaze over at the sunny artwork of the Bahamas hanging just above the door to his office.

Carlito lets out a deep sigh to himself, squeezing his eyes shut. The pen in Carlito’s hand drops onto the stack of paperwork before him, but he can’t possibly care less. Carlito can hardly focus on anything except the thought of you now.

Without even realizing it, Carlito clenches his hand tightly enough that his knuckles strain white, yet he almost wants to give into the thought of you lingering in his mind all day instead of doing anything else.

To sit in his office and try to focus on doing something productive when Carlito fucked you over his desk just the other night is simply an impossibility to him.

The thought and memory of you alone instantly arouses Carlito to no avail, and his mind easily wanders to every heated fuck session he’s had with you in his office and how he wishes he’d rather be taking you again.

Just last night you came into Carlito’s office and distracted him from his paperwork, but Carlito can hardly remember what he was doing before you came in.

All Carlito thinks of now is how your body felt against his—pressed up with not an inch of space between the two of you; his hands groping over your ass and fondling your breasts through your silk robe down to the shape of your body and how he caressed every inch of your hot skin ten times over all while reminding you who you belonged to, answering Carlito to who your pussy belongs to as your hips bounced back over his cock.

Thinking about the way your tight heat contracted with every thrust and convulsed in orgasm over Carlito’s cock, squeezing and letting your pussy’s wetness ooze down his shaft instantly gives Carlito a growing, insistent erection.

“Fuck,” Carlito mutters to himself as he leans back in his seat—practically being able to feel you on him all over again with how vivid his memory is; how he craves and yearns for every inch of you again and again.

Your hips pressed up against his, grinding up and down Carlito’s erection just begging for him to manhandle you and pin you down to his desk—take you right there and then.

Carlito barely had the patience through the heat of the moment to get you naked first, tugging and clutching onto the plush, silk robe that adorned your body and night after night that Carlito was used to throwing off of you.

Carlito slowly moves his hand off his desk and down to his belt, pausing for a moment to indulge further into the fantasy and thought of you further.

You teased Carlito last night with little breathy whimpers, begging him to touch you, revealing you had no panties on underneath your robe and how desperate you were to be fucked until your legs quivered uncontrollably and you were a cum filled mess, squirming on Carlito’s desk.

Carlito’s lips hunger to kiss over your beautiful body; around the outline of your jaw and over your collarbones.

Licking and suckling to leave little love marks while his hands squeezed and spanked your ass until your skin was glowing pink and all you could do was squirm in Carlito’s arms.

From how aroused you were, your pussy drenched Carlito’s cock with every thrust you were eager to take to feel every inch of his thickness.

Carlito’s cock was pulsating, demanding to take you and fuck you in every way possible; you wanted Carlito make you his little whore, his own personal slut more than ever.

Carlito knows he’s never going to get enough of that. Only now he can continue to imagine himself pulling on your hair and pinning you against his desk again to fuck you from behind like a dirty slut—thrusting as fast and sloppy as he could.

Just as only you can satisfy every desire and burning, sinful passion Carlito has for you, it’s the same vice versa.

Carlito has you ensnared in a web of lust—the only man who can please you to the heights of absolute ecstasy and then more.

Any other time, Carlito would have already left his office and have you wrapped around his finger, but punishing you will have no meaning if he gives in just like that first.

Carlito’s eyes open as he looks towards the door of his office, knowing you’re downstairs dressed in that lacy satin lingerie set he bought for you.

It doesn’t matter how he feels now or away from you; you bring a relief and sense of serenity to Carlito from the very moment he steps into your presence.

He can never hold a grudge against you, he’d never want to—not to the woman of his life and dreams.

#carlito's way au #carlito brigante #carlito brigante fanfic #carlito's way fanfic #carlito's way prompts #carlito brigante x reader #carlito's way x reader #smut prompts

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melis-writes · 2 years ago

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Celebrating a milestone 2,000 followers!! 🥺❤️ All in less than a year after I hit 1k! Thank you guys so, so much! 😍

I can't express how forever grateful and appreciative I am to have such amazing mutuals, followers and readers. 🥰 It's almost been two years since I've had this blog and I still meet and make new friends and mutuals, discover new fandoms, add another blorbo to my collection and write even more fics! 😂❤️

From my last follow forever/follower milestone post, a lot has changed in the best way possible. 😌 Moth to Flame: Part II is now a thing (🥰), I'm writing a Tony Montana x Reader smut multi-chapter fic, The Other Woman is my newest Michael Corleone x Reader smut multi-chapter fic that we all can't get enough of, I wrote a Francis Lionel Delbuchi x Reader fic and a Carlito Brigante x Reader smut oneshot. 🤩 Victonny is now a full blown thing 👀 and I'm working on writing through every prompt you guys send me. 🥰❤️ That's just scratching the surface too. I have a lot more fics to write and introduce all 2023! I am here for good!! 😂

GIF making has become a passion of mine I continue to find myself improving on and just like fic writing, I can't wait to do more and post more for you guys. 💞 To all my fellow Pacino girlies and Godfather fans, I have so much love for all of you and I never want any new blogs or anyone new to the fandom to feel intimidated or shy away from interacting with my blog. 🥺❤️ I'm always excited to interact and welcome new blogs/people to our little fandom and hope to continue to spread positivity, love and encouragement to everyone in it. ❤️❤️❤️

This is my forever follow list with all of my favourite blogs and mutuals, from fandom to fandom and various blorbos altogether! 🥰

❤️ @pacinostalgia / @jasonvanhalen / @irishcorleone / @thatpacinochick / @jokerownsmysoul / @woman-with-no-name / @rosesloveletters / @pradapacino / @loveilovetoo / @lovefoxgoddess / @the-godfather-1972 / @chronically-fangirls / @thenightowl22 / @averagecinemaenjoyer / @castanierprosper / @ronniekayy / @panic-in-needle-park / @alpacacino / @chaosfae-writes / @sempiternal-waiting / @idle-teen28 / @fruitysalamander1398 / @succsessions / @stardancerluv / @allthosedarlings / @purelypacino / @mariluci / @dinalovesalpacino ❤️

#melly's follow forever #2k celebration #melly talks

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melis-writes · 2 years ago

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I get why you don't want to invest a lot of time in a story you don't think many people will like/read (Carlito) but it still makes me sad.

I understand having a fave character but I personally read everything you do on any characters of Al's (except victonny/vichael) because it's fun and keeps things interesting to read about different characters instead of it always being the same ones.

The way I would kill for more stuff on Carlito and Vincent Hanna though...but I guess we're only a small group who fancies Al's 90's characters 😔

To be honest, 90% of the reason why I won’t be writing stand-alone oneshots for Carlito’s Way is completely due to lack of interest. 🙁 It’s a pretty bad combo with the remaining 10% being lack of reception for Carlito, but while lack of reception on anything written can be disappointing and discouraging, it’s definitely not a complete deterrent.

For example, I plan to write 2 more oneshots for Scarecrow/Francis Lionel Delbuchi x Reader because Lion is one of my all time favourite characters from Al. 🥺 Talk about underrated for that little dude!! Maybe like 30 people in total read my first one shot for him and that’s fine! 😂 That’s okay!! ❤️ I love Francis and Scarecrow so I’ll definitely keep writing it and appreciate/be grateful for anyone who does read it and interact with it. ☺️

I may or may not write a oneshot for Vincent Hanna’s Reader. 😳 The planning and thought process is still in the works!! Won’t spoil much but I’m thinking of a complicated love triangle, drama and of course smut for sure. 👀

I still will happily take and write Carlito and Vincent prompts, smut or not! ☺️💓

#prompts #requests

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melis-writes · 2 years ago

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Ensnared [Carlito Brigante x Reader, 18+ Smut] Oneshot.

Read on AO3. | Fanfic Masterlist | Fic and Prompt Requests Info.

18+, explicit smut oneshot.

“And whose cock is in my mouth right now? Don’t tell me you’re jealous." / “. I wouldn’t show you my face if I wasn’t a changed man ready, to tell the truth.”

Five years has passed since your fiancé Carlito was imprisoned, leaving your engagement hanging onto fate and your heartache. Fighting between what you love and know, feeling lied to and betrayed from Carlito as your heart yearns for him, you refuse to take off the very engagement ring he gave you as a sign of commitment. In bitter attempts to move on, its unbeknownst to you that Carlito's been released with only one priority in mind–finding you and convincing his fiancée that Carlito's a changed man and wants nothing but the future he promised to you before. While Gail seeking out Carlito's company too, you find yourself in a shocking position to suddenly see your fiancé once again and deny everything until Carlito ensnares you all over again with the truth and closure your heart begged for.

[WARNINGS]: Mentions of prison/jail time / Mentions of drug dealing / Alcohol consumption / Heavy smut / Rough sex / Oral sex / Blowjob / Touching & foreplay / Dirty talking / Fingering / Orgasm control / Spit kink.

[AUTHOR'S NOTE]: The Carlito Brigante x Reader smut fic we've all been waiting for is finally here!! 😩🙏🏻 Better late than never. 😅 My very first Carlito fic would be incomplete without angst + comfort, intimate fluff and much needed rough, sloppy sex. 🥵🥵 Carlito's more than eager to finally be with you after five years apart and won't relent to show you badly he wants you either. Our reader's name in this fic is Evelyn Whittaker and you'll see how you/she has felt for Carlito over the years and that it'll take a lot more than promises to mend a broken heart, but truth and closure. ❤

[ April 1993 ]

‘Friday…’ You let out a soft sigh, resting your chin over the palm of your hand as you sit at your favorite window side spot at your local café, wondering to yourself how many more times you can aimlessly stir your steaming cappuccino before letting your mind wander off even farther.

Ordering the same coffee, drinking from the same style cups, and sitting at the same table for the past six years at your café makes you realize you’re more of a creature of habit than you admit.

A lot of your own favorite things and places were also favorites of Carlito’s—just another reason why you enjoy them as much as he did.

The very café you sit at alone as the rest of the afternoon dwindles by is the very same one you and Carlito had your first date in back in 1986—seven years ago now.

Back then you’d laugh at the idea of coming here alone without Carlito’s presence, especially after the two of you memorized each other’s favorite orders; Carlito always knew you loved a classic cappuccino, and you knew his order would always be a black Americano.

In the same café at the same seat where you and Carlito laughed, joked, and had two hour-long conversations with richly delicious coffee and various sweet treats passing your lips, you were now alone, single, and had been for the past five years since Carlito was imprisoned.

Five years ago you were giddy, planning out your dream wedding day with the man you claim to be the love of your life to now sitting glumly by the window wondering when your heart will stop searching for Carlito in places you know he’ll never be in.

The initial fresh sting and pain of heartache aren’t there anymore and life has found other ways to preoccupy and distract you, but your mind’s never failed to wander and hurt you just by thinking of everything you and Carlito had from beginning to end if you didn’t make an active effort to stop thinking about it all the time.

The first two years were without a doubt absolutely unbearable; you’d barely be able to use your napkin for anything else except let it completely soak through with your tears, crying in public and always leaving your cappuccino half finished.

The pain’s never left you entirely, but there’s a familiar numbness that’s gotten you used to everything—you didn’t have a choice about that. You’d feel every ache in your heart whether you wanted to or not.

You gaze down at the engagement ring Carlito gave you upon your ring finger glumly; a two-karat pear-shaped diamond, glistening at every angle.

With your refusal within the last five years to take off the ring and last night spent crying over it until your eyes felt numb and you physically couldn’t anymore, the engagement ring now serves as a reminder for as long as you keep it on your finger, you won’t give up on Carlito entirely.

At the same time the ache in your heart tells you that such a beautiful ring over your finger is a result of Carlito’s criminality; how else would Carlito or any other person afford a two-karat diamond just like that?

‘Drug money.’ Carlito, his heroin heists, and the massive drug ring he ran in East Harlem got you this engagement ring and secured your future with Carlito, but also was a reminder as to why Carlito was in jail.

‘Five years. Twenty-five more to go.’ You feel your bottom lip trembling just thinking about the thirty-year sentence Carlito’s going to be serving, and it doesn’t look like anything’s gotten in the way to change it now.

Nothing can help Carlito or change his sentence now—at least not to you with any reasonable explanation and justification you can come up with on the spot.

You know there’s simply too much evidence that proves Carlito did everything and everything. The thirty-year sentence in a way is very much deserved when it comes to the list of Carlito’s proven charges since everyone in the courtroom including Dave—Carlito’s lawyer and close friend you can hardly stand—knew Carlito was fucked because there was little to no defense to be said against such incriminating, hard evidence.

You unfortunately remember it all so perfectly from the moment you took your seat in court until the very end when you barely had the energy left inside of you to step out.

You had never sobbed so hard in your life, silencing your tears and cries by keeping a napkin constantly pressed up to your face.

You remembered staring in horror at the judge as Carlito’s final sentence was read out and that your anxiety only doubled to cause deep nausea inside of you to watch your fiancé rise to his feet only to be handcuffed.

You remembered how right then and there Carlito had turned his head to look at you and only you; giving you a smile with a calm, content look on his face as if nothing was happening—the complete opposite from your bloodshot, teary eyes and shaky hands.

“Don’t worry, baby. Everything’s gonna be alright. Don’t you worry about me.” Were Carlito’s last words to you before the police began to escort him away and the tears pooling in your eyes blurred your vision once more.

30 years without Carlito—you didn’t have a clue as to how you’d go on, knowing you’d be almost sixty years old by the time Carlito’s set to be released.

Still, the question is the same now and will be the same every day for as long as you think of Carlito and keep the engagement ring on your finger; not to mention his belongings that are still in your apartment.

You don’t think you’ll ever recover from the fact your fiancée was a drug lord for years in East Harlem, making millions with the heroin trade and lying about all of it to you throughout the years.

The lie Carlito told you about how he made his money and what he did for a living was that Carlito bought and sold vintage, luxury cars and was also a co-owner of a diamond business on the side; all very believable knowing his stellar reputation and ability to prove it all to you when you came down to see him.

While it may have been true Carlito bought and sold expensive cars and made quite the profit off of selling diamonds, he didn’t mention the storage rooms filled with heroin; processed, refined, and smuggled out there by Carlito and his few, trusted men.

Nonetheless Carlito’s “living” was a good lie that you believed in, but a lie you also believed would sustain your marriage and lifestyle as well as the future lives of your children with Carlito too.

It was because of all of Carlito’s lies that you were ultimately confused when Carlito was arrested and went to court, simply out of being completely clueless about everything.

Even Dave didn’t tell you anything since he believed it was for Carlito and Carlito alone to tell you, but Carlito would never have the time or opportunity to—especially after he got arrested.

It didn’t take you long to realize in the courtroom what had just happened; the lies, the drugs, and Carlito’s criminality—just to name a few.

None of that stood a chance against your feelings and love for Carlito, but you only lost your fiancé that day—not your common sense.

Carlito was influential, powerful, and feared in the streets of East Harlem and kept up the same lies to you since you two met in 1985, but when he was gone, he was gone, and you had to figure out quickly for yourself as to what you would do next.

Would you go see Carlito in prison for the next thirty years as regularly as you could? Would you cut off any contact with Carlito entirely and let Dave know you’re done?

You didn’t decide on either of those—not exactly. After all, nobody ever got in the middle of your relationship with Carlito nor did they even try.

Dave had no intention of helping you; he was considered infamous in the world of law after Carlito’s case and earned the title “mobster lawyer” after the media caught a whiff of just who Dave constantly kept representing in court.

Dave could be whatever the hell he wanted to be—you don’t care about him, but the last thing you’d ever want to think Carlito as is a mobster.

You had to sit there and watch your fiancé get handcuffed and taken away from you, starting a thirty-year prison sentence.

Carlito saw the pain, heartache, and betrayal in your eyes as he was pulled away from you after his trial ended because Carlito knew alone that he was the one who fucked up your relationship, held everything back, and lied to you.

Carlito knew too that the trial would have the most lasting impact on you; he knew he was going to jail, but he didn’t know how you’d react taking in all of this at once which is why Carlito expected you to come to visit him in prison so he could explain everything to you, but he also knew deep down you wouldn’t come and you shouldn’t either.

You were the world to Carlito and he knew then more than ever that he didn’t deserve you. Even if you hated Carlito, moved on, or found someone else, Carlito would come to find you thirty years later just to say sorry and explain what happened all that time ago simply because you deserved to hear the truth one way or another. Carlito owed you the truth, but you owed him nothing.

After everything and all those revelations, you weren’t going to let your heartache and emotions get the better of you; should you go see a liar in prison and risk being lied to some more? Visit a heroin dealer? Talk to a mobster?

There’s simply too much to mention, a lot to say, many questions without answers or ways to get them, and you’d never bother trying to get any reassurance from Dave who didn’t tell you a damn thing about Carlito’s case from the very beginning.

Carlito never called you or wrote letters on the other hand not because he didn’t want to, but because he wasn’t allowed; you believed the former.

‘I don’t care.’ What you aren’t going to do is run after Carlito and have him believe whatever he was doing was right.

You love Carlito to death which is more than enough of an explanation as to why you refuse to take off your engagement ring. You’re not living in denial, but you’re still madly in love with Carlito.

Your heart belongs to Carlito but vice versa holds true too. Thirty years won’t change that for either of you even if the other doesn’t know how one feels.

‘As long as I live… I know I’ll always love him.’ Knowing you, maybe you’ll still yearn and love Carlito in thirty years’ time with no care what all that passing time does to either of you.

For now, Carlito’s engagement remains over your finger perhaps as just another bittersweet reminder. Maybe one day you’ll be ready to take it off or replace it with someone else’s ring.

‘No. No, no..’ You know you could never do that—never want that.

‘Stop.’ Brushing the thought off of your mind immediately, you take a small sip of your cappuccino. ‘Stop thinking about this shit—not again.’

Today is Friday after all and you have the rest of the afternoon to yourself to relax after work; tonight is a planned girl’s night with your best friends—ready to drink and dance the night away at a club to welcome the weekend like you all regularly did.

It’s not the end of the world after all, even though some nights had you drowning in your own tears from missing Carlito and pretending he was lying next to you in bed.

Someway, somehow, sometime, you’ll have to move on eventually and that’s exactly what you thought you could have done about six months ago.

With much insistency and influence from your friends, you went on your first blind date and if you said you weren’t interested, it would have been a lie.

The guy you met up with that night for your date was fairly attractive and cute, and because of the jewelry you wore with several rings on your finger at the time, your date neither noticed nor questioned the diamond engagement ring on your finger.

Your date was fascinated and interested in you too much to look anywhere else, trying to make the best of the night you both had together.

As you two made conversation, you learned your date worked for a law firm and the two of you got along well from the beginning of the date to the end.

When the date ended, you refused any kissing or hugs—not that it was offered because you pulled away so quickly and you didn’t want him to drive you home either no matter how much he politely insisted.

Once you got into the back of your taxi, you were already in tears. Nothing wrong had happened during the date nor was it unpleasant in any way but you were adamant you would never do these silly blind dates again or even call this guy back.

Everything felt wrong like you were explicitly cheating on Carlito. No matter how many blind dates you went on and cuter guys you met, they would never be Carlito or anywhere close to the man you truly love.

Once you got home that night, you threw off every ring and piece of jewelry except for your engagement ring.

You still hate how after five years the pain can be so fresh at times, rushing to you all at once even when the topic of love is brought up in a conversation for example.

Your heart was set in stone knowing you would never love anyone else the way you loved Carlito; he left that much of a hole in your heart but ensnared you with his love in return.

You still believe Carlito’s your soulmate, but he’s a soulmate you refuse to see and speak to even if you wanted to.

To reach Carlito in the prison he was being held in was one tricky thing, but getting to and from there was dangerous enough, not to mention being constantly watched and searched by the prison guards if you even got there.

Carlito and Dave both knew how difficult the prison made it for visitors of any kind to come, but Carlito was willing to split mountains in two and make anything work so as long as you wanted to come to see him.

But for Carlito to know for sure you’d like to come to see visit him and speak with him in prison, he would have to ask you through Dave first.

[ 1988, 3 months after Carlito’s sentence ]

Sitting in Dave’s office with tears stinging in your eyes, holding down your bitter anger and keeping your gaze off of that “asshole with a law degree”, you’re here and only here because there’s something about Carlito.

‘Bastard made Carlito look like a mobster in front of everyone, but he forgets who he is. He’s a mobster’s favorite lawyer. He represents crooks, the corrupt, murderers, and every bit of filth in this town if it means he gets his five minutes of fame. Carlito is none of those things. He deserved better, point blank.’

Dave notices how you sit on the very edge of the couch, wanting to be as far away from his presence in Dave’s own office.

He gives you a welcoming smile, but you return a scowl, causing Dave to sigh softly in defeat and adjust his posture in his seat. “Evelyn, listen… I won’t take up too much of your time because I already know you can’t stand me.”

“That’s right.” You say back, staring at the carpet beneath your heels.

“Okay,” Dave sighs again, rubbing his temples. “I understand your frustration and—”

“I don’t want your sympathy.” You glare at the floor, forcing yourself not to look up at him. “What happened, happened, and you called me last night to tell me you had something about Carlito, so just talk already.”

Dave nods at you, holding his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, fair enough. It’s just a simple question really but uh—Carlito wanted me to ask you in person.”

You raise your eyes up from the ground for the first time in ten minutes, staring at Dave and waiting for him to get to the point already.

“Do you want to see Carlito?” Dave asks you.

“What kind of question is that?” You ask back, already feeling your heart begin to ache in your chest.

“I mean like in prison.” Dave clarifies, “do you want to visit him every now and then?”

“He’s the one asking?” You raise your brows.

“Well, yes.” Dave nods, confirming. “He wanted an answer for himself.”

“And I want the answers to a lot of things too, boo hoo.” You say back sarcastically, getting up from your seat before your emotions get the better of you. “Like why you kept Carlito’s case away from me, why Carlito lied to me about almost everything—”

“Evelyn, please.” Dave quickly rises up from his seat in an attempt to reassure you. “All of what I could have told you is and was confidential! You know I can’t tell you these things, or anyone—”

“You’re just as bad as him.” You point an accusing finger at Dave. “No, by the way. No, I don’t want to see Carlito again and you can tell him that. Don’t ever ask me this again!” You throw open the door to Dave’s office, gritting your teeth out of frustration.

“And don’t call me again either, do you understand?! I only tolerated you because Carlito called you his friend, whatever good that did him. Carlito isn’t here anymore and yes, I do blame you for much of that. I want nothing to do with you, Dave. Nothing! I don’t care if you’re New York’s next hotshot lawyer, you’re nothing to me just as you did nothing worthwhile for Carlito!” Just like that, you make your exit by slamming Dave’s office door shut behind you.

Dave grimaces, staring down at his office desk glumly before his eyes wander down to the hidden telephone on call under his desk that you aren’t aware of.

As Dave can no longer hear your footsteps or anybody’s presence around his office for that matter, he leans down to pick up the telephone and put it back on the corner of his desk. “Did you hear that?”

“Yes, I did,” Carlito answers on the other end. “She’s upset, Dave. It’s normal. I expected this much.”

“Yeah, me too. Dave murmurs. “She’s…something.”

“Everything’s already gone to hell.” Carlito sighs deeply. “I don’t want Evelyn to hate me, but it might be too late for that.”

“So, what do you want me to do?” Dave slouches back down in his office seat.

“Get someone to her,” Carlito suggests. “You know what I’m talking about. I want protection for Evelyn, however, you can get it and I want that someone doing so being the most reliable, subtle guy you’ve got. Keep an eye on her, see who she’s with and where she is. I just want her to be safe, happy, and healthy but don’t get me wrong when I say this—I don’t want my lady stalked, do you understand me?”

“Yeah man, I get it. That’s a good idea actually.” Dave nods to himself.

“I care for her.” Carlito continues, “and I don’t give a damn how many years the judge said I gotta rot in here for, I just want to know if my baby’s gonna be alright. Long as I know that it’s gonna keep me sane in here.”

Since that day and not at all to your knowledge, Carlito had one of his men follow and track your every move.

Just as Carlito wished, it wasn’t that you were “stalked” but that one of Carlito’s bodyguards who had worked with Carlito and known him for years in the ‘business’ just kept a watchful eye on you and nothing else.

You were followed from afar at an appropriate distance and Carlito’s bodyguard changed cars very often so as not to give away his identity or have you notice him in the slightest.

As a result, it was impossible for you to tell in any way that someone was following and watching you, and at the same time, you didn’t feel that way either.

Carlito’s bodyguard had one job and only job only: keep an eye on you, see who you were with, where you were and if you were safe. Anything notable was to be mentioned like for example if you fell ill and went to see a doctor so Carlito would be notified of everything.

This way, Carlito felt that he could still be with you knowing what was going on in your life and when you’d come home for the night, the bodyguard would park with another associate outside—taking turns during the night keeping watch.

More than anything, you were just protected ever since, because it had nothing to do with a lack of trust for you or suspicion but that Carlito cared for you deeply, and knowing he couldn’t see you physically or even hear your voice over the phone was agonizing enough and in prison, Carlito had very few reasons to be happy.

As long as you—Carlito’s girl—whom Carlito still considered his fiancée—was happy and safe, then all could and would be considered alright in Carlito’s world.

Today, however, everything’s different because Carlito’s a free man—something you personally don’t know, but Carlito will make sure you come to find out before anything else.

Carlito’s not a free man today because he had a strong, credible alibi or that he appealed his sentence only to provide full proof and evidence clearing his name, but Dave exploited Carlito’s sentence on a legal technicality.

If it was one thing Dave did well in his cases, it was exploiting the fuck out of them to make sure his clients no matter how corrupt, guilty, or murderous they were, got out one way or another.

Carlito’s a free man and nothing else matters, including Dave’s unorthodox and immortal ways.

While you spent your morning routine earlier today getting ready for work, Carlito was back in court with a very displeased judge sitting in front of him not buying the “I changed” bullshit speech Carlito was telling him.

Still, today’s Carlito’s day, and nobody else stands a chance; all have no choice but to finally hear Carlito out.

Carlito didn’t care who believed what he said or what others thought of him now. Carlito knows he’s a changed man and he had to be, especially if he wants to get his old life back without crime and be a better man for you above all things.

Having a lot of truthful explaining to do to you is a priority to Carlito and it’s not something to be taken lightly and done over a phone call or a letter.

Carlito knows he needs to see you in person as soon as possible and without Dave being there. Carlito wants to make it all happen tonight on his first day out—all business and all truth finally settled for good.

After five years of dreaming about your face and touching you in his dreams, Carlito’s not going to wait a day longer when he knows now it’s in his control to finally see you.

Still, released out of prison or not today, that doesn’t mean Dave intends on breaking his word with you. Dave still refuses to talk to you about Carlito or tell you anything about him just as you asked, but it’s Carlito’s ex-girlfriend before you—Gail—whose been constantly calling and visiting Dave’s office wanting updates and just about anything she could get out of Dave about Carlito recently.

You knew who Gail was but not very well—bumping into her on the street after her dance lessons when Carlito was by your side a few years ago.

Gail knew then that you were Carlito’s girlfriend and she didn’t do anything to interfere or protest that fact, nor did she actively seek out Carlito’s comfort.

The only thing Dave let slip out of his mouth to Gail was that you and Carlito technically weren’t together anymore since Carlito was in jail, and Gail was just the perfect naïve type to believe Carlito would not only be out sooner than the thirty-year sentence he was served but that she could have a chance to rekindle her relationship with Carlito too.

Carlito would have never thought Gail would assume or want such things, but he did know one thing: Carlito’s answer was and always is going to be “no” unless it had something to do with you.

If it’s one thing Carlito has an abundance of still and without any doubts is money. Everything Carlito owned before he went to jail was all very legal in property and investments, and Dave had assured Carlito it would all be there.

Nobody could tell Carlito otherwise when it comes to his bars and clubs that he knows he’ll be coming to see one by one over the next few weeks to pick up his revenue and keep an eye on things as Carlito’s life returns to a steady normal.

The only thing that changed tonight was that on his last watch, Carlito’s bodyguard let him know you and your girlfriends were planning on going to a specific club Carlito owns tonight at 10 PM.

It’s the very nightclub Carlito co-owns with that gambling addict Saso, and if anything you’re completely unaware Carlito owns the club let alone has anything to do with it; just another thing Carlito needs to explain to you once he finally gets to see and talk to you.

Carlito’s mind is set: he’s going to see you tonight and will be at the club before you.

“Ten PM,” Carlito confirms, tapping his finger against his watch. “Evelyn will be there without a doubt.”

“Finally going to go see her, eh?” Dave pours two half cups of whiskey on the other side of his office. “And not a minute too soon.”

“She’s the only person I’ve wanted to see for the past five years.” Carlito lets out a drawn-out sigh, rising from his seat. “I’m not doing that shit on the streets no more and you know, I know it,” Carlito points at his chest. “And for Evelyn, I gotta start tonight. She won’t believe a word I say now, and I can’t blame her.”

“You’ll figure it out, man.” Dave hands Carlito a glass of whiskey, holding his. “You always do, but you’ve got other things to worry about too.”

“Yeah?” Carlito takes the glass of whiskey from Dave, raising curious brows before drinking it.

“Gail.” Dave points out, taking a sip of his whiskey.

“What about her?” Carlito licks off a drop of whiskey from his lips.

“That pretty little thing,” Dave chuckles, knowing he’s attracted to Carlito’s ex-girlfriend a little too much.

“What about her?” Carlito asks again, clearly unphased by Dave’s behavior.

“She knows your back in town,” Dave points out, “and she’ll definitely want to see you. I’m only surprised Gail hasn’t called me a hundred more times to ask where you’ll be. What do you want me to tell her? You know she’ll come knocking any day now.”

“Gail…” Carlito murmurs, a little irritated by her constant insistence to see and hear from him. “I’ll see her again sometime but differently. On my terms, and as friends. I don’t know what she’s thinking, but…” Carlito glances inside his whiskey glass, taking another sip. “I don’t wanna lead her on because there is no Gail and me, Dave.”

“Mhmm.” Dave nods, pressing his lips together. “Guess whatever was going on, went on in the past, huh?”

“Just that,” Carlito confirms, finishing his drink and setting the empty glass down. “Whatever she wants to call it now, I’m really not interested. She’s just an old friend to me now so—” Carlito walks towards Dave’s office door, gesturing to his phone. “Maybe keep her wondering where I am for now. I’m busy tonight.”

“Yeah man, don’t worry.” Dave begins to head back to his office desk. “Enjoy yourself tonight. You’re a free man after all, and you deserve it.”

“I appreciate it.” Carlito gives Dave a small wave before exiting his office.

Carlito Brigante didn’t say the words “I changed” in front of his appeal trial to appease the jury or the judge, but because he believes it himself to his very core.

Five years locked up inside has changed Carlito and for the better, reminding him that he’s going to do nothing dishonest, forget the streets, and clear his name no matter what reputation he holds now and you’ll be the first to hear about it all—truthfully.

Getting ready for tonight before you meet up with your girls and carpool to the club wanting to do nothing but drink and dance for the rest of the evening, you stand in front of your full-body mirror across from the foot of your bed and admire your sultry outfit for tonight.

Dressed in a mini, sequin, strapless black dress, you smoothen out the sides of your outfit and turn around before the mirror, admiring the way the sequin pieces sparkle as light reflects over it.

It’s the perfect, sexy outfit to wear tonight hugging you in all the right places but providing the perfect amount of comfort to sit and dance in a crowd all night; sleek, sexy, and effortless.

You reach down, adjusting your new, black platform heels over your feet and beginning to appreciate how wearing heels over the years to practically any occasion you could get away with has taught you how to comfortably dance in six or even seven-inch heels if you wanted to.

Moving back to your vanity table, you add another layer of mascara over your lashes but ultimately keep your makeup light for tonight, knowing you’ll practically sweat it off dancing anyways.

Checking the time on your night table and knowing the cab will pull up in front of your apartment any minute now, you grab your matching black sequin purse and sling it over your shoulder—ready to start your Friday night.

Purposefully arriving before you, Carlito steps out of his cab, and without bothering to take a look around him or waste another moment, Carlito walks directly inside his club.

Saso may have run this place (surprisingly not to the ground) when Carlito couldn’t for the past five years but nothing changes, and certainly not the ownership as Carlito’s come to collect and see just how honest his favorite gambling addict’s really been during his absence.

Dressed in a three-piece black suit with a muted shade of purple for a dress shirt and without a tie, the rest of Carlito’s semi-formal look for tonight is topped off with his signature all-gold jewelry; an 18k gold chain link bracelet, a matching wristwatch, and a pinky ring set in a square with a black stone.

If you don’t see Carlito coming, you can certainly pick up on the scent of his expensive cologne bound to raise the attention of some curious eyes passing by.

The packed club blaring with loud dance music as servers desperately try not to get their tray of expensive drinks knocked over and make it to tables in one piece to serve their patrons aside is one of the first things Carlito sees upon entering.

With everything looking relatively normal and routine, Carlito knows the club will carry on this way until at least 4 AM.

“Hey, boss!” Pachanga—one of Carlito’s most trusted bodyguards—calls out. “Ah, man, there you are.” Pachanga grins, standing before Carlito and patting his shoulder. “Came early just to see you bossman when I heard you were comin’ out.”

Things like rekindling or reminiscing over the past are far beyond Carlito who knew he’d come back to have everything under his control and ownership get right back to him—men and bodyguards included.

“Where’s Saso?” Carlito asks, shutting down any further opportunity for small talk.

“Over there, boss.” Pachanga points upstairs to the second level of the club, just towards the office.

Saso adjusts his tie in front of one of the mirrors on the wall, getting some much-needed space from the sweaty crowds around him.

“What do you think?” Carlito’s eyes dart from the sight of Saso back to Pachanga. “Think the old fuck’s gambled away all my money?”

“Not if he values his life, boss.” Pachanga chuckles, beginning to crack his knuckles. “But lemme know because I ain’t come empty-handed. Maybe we can cut it out of him.”

“We’ll see,” Carlito murmurs, beginning to head up the stairs to get to Saso.

Just as Carlito makes it upstairs and is a mere few steps behind Saso, Saso can make out his old boss’ reflection in the mirror he’s looking in which causes him to gasp and stumble back before turning around to face Carlito.

“So you already know what this is about.” Carlito raises both of his brows at the terrified-looking Saso before him. “No welcome back party for me or anything? Where’s my money, Saso?”

“I told you I wouldn’t spend it, boss.” Saso shakes his head frantically, “a-and I didn’t! I didn’t!” Saso points to the office door behind Carlito. “I kept it in the safe after all this time, y-you know! I only took a little bit to keep things smooth and running, b-but nothing else, I promise!”

“Why so scared then, old man?” Pachanga smirks, purposefully dragging the handle of his switchblade against the staircase railing as he walks up.

Saso’s terrified expression is now equally shared towards Carlito and Pachanga. “W-well, last time you come in here, you threaten to cut my liver out in front of e-everybody! Here!” Saso pulls out the office keys from the pocket of his trousers, handing them to Carlito shakily.

“That was five years ago,” Carlito points out, quick to take the keys away from Saso.

“N-no way you’ll change your mind now that you’re back, then.” Saso swallows hard.

“It’s better off this way.” Carlito rolls his eyes before pointing a finger at Saso. “Now, I’m gonna go into my office and take a look at my money. If anything’s missing or I see you skimmed off too much, I’m gonna cut the rest of your organs out with your liver, do you understand me?”

“Y-yes,” Saso stutters.

“Good.” Carlito narrows his eyes, gesturing to Pachanga. “Watch him. I don’t want the old fuck out of my sight if things go wrong. He might bolt.”

“Got it, boss.” Pachanga grins back at Saso, taking a few steps up to get closer. “Let’s spend some quality time together, huh?”

Carlito turns on his heel, approaching the office door and unlocking it. Once he steps inside and flicks on the lights, he sees nothing’s changed; not the furniture or even its arrangement—everything’s left the exact same way it was.

Carlito locks the office door behind him and moves to close the blinds of the office windows first.

Because of how well-kept and clean the office appears, Carlito already assumes Saso hasn’t stepped foot in here for five years either.

Keeping quiet and focused, Carlito uses the same combination to the safe before popping it open. Inside, Carlito notices massive stacks of cash just as he expected, and simply from eyeballing it, Carlito estimates there’s possibly about half a million dollars in here.

Only impressed by the amount, Carlito reaches in and takes out two stacks of cash—running his fingers through the money and counting it.

‘All hundreds. Solid, banded up.’ Carlito notes before putting the money back inside the safe and shutting it tight.

Carlito begins to change the combination on the safe; this is his money, always will be, and always has been.

Now that Carlito’s around to oversee the club’s operations and earnings, the cash will come to his hands before it ever reaches a safe.

The money inside the case is all for you and Carlito; the future he wants to settle on and have with you after all.

“Hey, boss!” Pachanga knocks on the office door, calling out.

“Yeah, what is it?” Carlito says back, still busy with changing the combination.

“I’m keeping our friend Saso here company but I just wanted to let ya know, your lady friend is here with some girls!”

Carlito pauses, staring at the numbers on the combination lock. Of course, he knows you’re coming tonight but now that you’re actually here, it’s a different story altogether.

“Where is she?” Carlito asks, finishing up with the combination.

“Just downstairs on the dancefloor, boss! Uhhh, she has a corner seat and waved to me when she got here.”

‘Evelyn waved at you…?’ Carlito furrows his brows, brushing off his hands. “I’ll deal with it.”

“And is Saso good to go, boss? Or is liver on the menu tonight?” Pachanga snickers.

“Yeah, let the old man go but not before reminding him whose office and money this is now. I don’t wanna see his face again tonight.” Carlito orders, moving towards the windows of the office.

“Will do, boss. Will do!” Pachanga moves away from the office door and back towards Saso.

‘Who…?’ Carlito peeks through the closed blinds, looking towards the center of the dancefloor, then to the corner seat Pachanga directed to.

Instead of seeing you sitting there much to Carlito’s anticipation, he instead sees Gail sitting next to Stephanie and another girl that Carlito doesn’t recognize; friends of Gail’s nonetheless.

A deep sense of disappointment hits Carlito at seeing Gail sitting there instead of you, but he can’t exactly ignore Gail here either.

You’re still on your way to the club with your friends but Carlito knows you’re not here yet and that’s enough for him.

Carlito sighs deeply, adjusting his tie before unlocking his office door and stepping out. He gives Pachanga an acknowledging nod before Carlito walks down the stairs and to where Gail sits.

Carlito knows the club of all places isn’t the best place to answer Gail’s incessant questions he knows will come, but Carlito may just be able to have Gail finally take a hint about how he feels about her.

Within a few minutes, your cab finally pulls up to the front of the club where you arrive with your girlfriends.

All of you can already see how packed the club is from the outside alone, leaving no room to look around and get distracted by the scenery.

Staying close to all of your friends, you three make your way straight to the bar to start with some drinks and warm up before hitting the dancefloor for the rest of the night.

Neither you nor Carlito sees one another in the club, but the two of you aren’t far from each other either.

“Hi ladies, what can I get for you all tonight?” The bartender asks as you all take a seat on the stools next to each other.

“One round of tequila for me, please!”

“Bloody Mary, please. God, I’ve always wanted to try one of those!”

“And for you, miss?” The bartender turns to you with a smile.

You lean your elbows onto the bar table, smiling back politely. “I’ll take a cosmopolitan.”

Over on the other side of the club, as the bartender prepares you and your friends’ drinks, Carlito stands before Gail’s table who is more than ecstatic to look up and see him.

“Charlie!” Gail exclaims happily, practically jumping up from her seat to embrace Carlito.

“Gail, hey.” Carlito smiles, putting his hands over her shoulders gently.

Gail giggles, cupping Carlito’s cheeks. “I knew you’d be here!”

“Did Dave tell you?” Carlito chuckles.

“Yes,” Gail nods back excitedly, “but only because I asked and asked and asked until he couldn’t keep quiet anymore ‘cause are you kidding me? You’re finally out and I get to see you, Charlie! How could I not come?”

“My first day already and it seems like everyone wants to see me.” Carlito places both of his hands on top of Gail’s, taking her hands off of his cheeks but squeezing them gently.

“I’m here for you and you only.” Gail tugs on Carlito’s arm to lead him to her table. “Food and drinks on the table, come! Come join me! I’ve got my friends here too but oh, they’d love to meet you. You’re all I’ve been talking about! Oh, you’ve no idea how much I’ve missed you!”

“I’ve missed you too honey, but now’s not a good time, you know?” Carlito doesn’t move from his spot.

“Why not?” Gail looks back at Carlito over her shoulder. “You didn’t go see your girlfriend first, so I just thought…” Gail looks towards the bar, watching you sip your cocktail next to your friends. “I thought Evelyn saw me at least, but she didn’t even come to say hi.”

Carlito’s eyes widen as he spots you by the bar, but Gail attempts to grab his attention again.

“Well, come on.” Gail beams, hugging Carlito’s arm. “At least stay with us for a while. Evelyn’s not going anywhere, is she?”

It’s right then and there that you turn your head to the side while relaxing with your cocktail that you spot Carlito and Gail across the bar, staring back at you.

‘Carlito!?’ You almost drop your cocktail from the shock of seeing Carlito there alone, and your heart instantly races in your chest in response. ‘No… But he’s in jail, right? Or was he ever?’

Carlito most certainly doesn’t look like a man who's gotten out of prison at all.

Shocked and frozen in spot, your environment blurs around you and you can no longer feel the heat of the crowd packed around you or even hear the music blaring around you.

The tips of your ears and the nape of your neck burn and prickle from the shock, but from a betrayed-like feeling and confusion—all trying to make sense as to how Carlito is here.

Carlito makes eye contact with you for only a split second before you put down your cocktail and immediately disappear into the crowd.

“Evelyn!? Girl, where are you going?” You can hear your friends calling out from behind you, but you ignore them, ducking and moving through the crowd until you get to the women’s washroom.

You duck right before you get near the women’s washroom, making it look like you’ve gone in to hide.

In reality, you’re holding your tears back and rushing to the very end of the club right up until you feel someone grab you by both of your hips, stopping you.

You squeal, feeling the firm pair of hands turning you around. You spin to see Carlito holding onto you, staring at you with wide eyes filled with anticipation. “Evelyn!”

“What are you—” In shock, you attempt to pull away from Carlito.

“Where are you going? I’ve been looking for you all night—” Carlito only tightens his grip on you.

“All night?” You breathe, instantly feeling a rush of anger come over you as tears sting your eyes. “Welcome back, Carlito. Was I going to be the first to find out you’re out of jail?! Or were you not going to bother to come to me until I saw you with Gail there—huh?!”

“Is that all that you saw?” Carlito sighs, “baby, don’t be like this—”

“Don’t call me baby!” You cry out, swatting Carlito’s hands off of you. “You’re a liar! I can’t even believe you’re here right now! Oh my God. When did you get out and why didn’t you tell me—”

“I got out TODAY!” Carlito emphasizes, trying to convince and reassure you.

“You got out today and you’re at a club?” You scoff, unconvinced. “You expect me to believe that bullshit?”

“Yes, because I also expect you to believe that this is my club. I own it.” Carlito stares at you, waiting for a response.

“What?” You mumble, furrowing your brows in confusion.

“This?” Carlito extends out his arms, gesturing around the packed nightclub. “This is all mine. I own this club, legally. I’m too old to come up here dancing and drinking and you know that. Now, will you please come with me?”

“Where?” You feel your throat tightening and a sense of guilt beginning to hit you.

“To my office, upstairs.” Carlito points up. “Come on, come with me, please. I have so much to tell you.”

On the verge of tears, your hands begin to tremble. “Carlito…” You still can’t register to yourself that your fiancée is here right here and now, having no idea what’s going on yet at the same time feeling like you’re about to have a nervous breakdown.

Carlito gently wraps an arm around your waist as you nod at him glumly, looking away. He pulls you through the crowds and leads you upstairs without having a single person bump into you.

Gail looks up from where she sits wither friends, watching Carlito’s protective and loving hand remain over your hips as he guides you to his office—leaving her all alone tonight.

Gail frowns but pretends it doesn’t bother her, looking away. She’ll get through the evening by continuing to eat and drink as she said to Carlito she would.

As you come upstairs, you see Pachanga—one of Carlito’s old bodyguards or more so known to you as just a “good friend” or “Carlito’s assistant”—smiling at you like he’s been waiting to see you all night too.

You really begin to believe now that you’re not having some sort of fever dream but that everything’s about to make sense—or at least you desperately hope so—on Carlito’s behalf tonight.

Carlito opens his office door and you practically stumble inside, still staring at him in disbelief as he locks the door behind you—leaving the two of you alone from the heat of the club face to face for the first time in five years.

Carlito turns around, letting out a soft sigh. In your eyes, he sees hate, betrayal, and a million questions—nothing relieved or reassured whatsoever but it’s what Carlito’s been expecting from you for the past five years, righteously. Carlito’s presence means nothing now without answers.

“Baby, listen.” Carlito puts his hands up, taking a step towards you.

You immediately step back, raising both of your brows at him. “Who are you referring to—me or Gail? The first person you really went to see as soon as you got out of prison, Carlito like I’m still supposed to believe all of this.”

“You think I’d lie to you?” Carlito frowns. “What do I have to do to—” But Carlito catches himself on how ridiculous that question would sound now considering he did lie to you almost religiously for years on end.

“Because you’re a liar!” You scowl, crossing your arms. “Because you lied to me for years and will do so again so I don’t believe a goddamn word that comes out of your mouth nor will I again.”

“Then why did you come up here with me?” Carlito raises a brow, asking you.

You stare back at Carlito, feeling tears pooling up in the corners of your eyes before you shake your head. “Goddamn you, Carlito.”

“What are you really upset about, Evelyn?” Carlito begins to approach you again slowly and this time you don’t back away—tears streaming down your cheeks. “Because if you ask me, the only fucking thing I care about is you, not whoever else decides to approach me at the club because they pestered my lawyer to find out where I was. I know you didn’t want to hear anything about me, Evelyn, but how could I get to you in another way?”

“If you’re out…” You swallow hard, “then why wouldn’t call me or come to my apartment today?”

“Because you’re here.” Carlito points to the ground.

“How did you know that?” You squint your eyes at him, growing suspicious.

“That’s not important.” Carlito shakes his head. “What’s important is that—”

“No!” You push Carlito’s hand away from you again. “Don’t touch me. Don’t touch me, okay? You owe me too many answers and apologies before you can even think of laying a finger on me.”

“Okay, okay, honey.” Carlito shows you his hands, moving back and respecting your space. “At least hear me out, please. I know that’s the only damn thing you’ve wanted to do for five years now and I was fuckin’ dying to talk to you too.”

“Yeah?” You sniffle, looking at Carlito with teary eyes and only feeling all the worse for cutting off all contact related to him.

“But like I said…” Carlito paces around his office before opening up the mini fridge near the corner of the room. “I knew you were upset and angry with me. You have all the right to be, I won’t tell you how to feel or what to do.” Carlito takes out a bottle of coke and whiskey, setting it down on the counter.

“Right…” You bat away your tears, watching him.

“I know it.” Carlito shuts the mini fridge door, standing back up and taking the two liquor glasses on the counter, beginning to prepare drinks throughout his conversation. “Firstly… There’s nothing between Gail and me. She called and wrote to me in prison but what good did that do her? Or better yet—” Carlito opens the can of coke, adding an equal amount to both cups. “What did it change? Nothing. Her coming to see me tonight is a surprise, considering I told Dave to keep his mouth shut because I knew this would happen but there is nothing between Gail and me, baby.” Carlito looks back over at you, “and there will be nothing. You know how she gets.”

You watch as Carlito adds the whiskey over top of the coke, giving the drinks a quick stir before holding both glasses in his hands and turning to you. “But like I said, this place? I own it. It’s my club. She knows that too, but it’s public knowledge. You can look it up for yourself too, you don’t have to take my word for it.”

“Maybe I wasn’t planning on it,” you murmur, keeping your arms crossed.

“I think you were.” Carlito walks over to you, handing you a drink.

“How would you know?” Curious as to how Carlito will answer this one, you take the drink from him.

“Because of this.” Carlito points to your engagement ring, causing your cheeks to flare up scarlet from blush and embarrassment. “You know I haven’t forgotten about that either. That I don’t consider it any other way.”

“You still think I’m your fiancée?” You’re surprised you can even get that sentence out without breaking down into tears again.

“Yes actually, I do.” Carlito reaffirms. “Now or in thirty years, I still do.”

“You actually expect me to believe that too, don’t you?” Another tear slides down your cheek, and you’ve never been more relieved for wearing waterproof makeup tonight.

“I do.” Carlito extends out his free hand for you to take. “Because I know damn well you wouldn’t have stood in here for a second with me if you didn’t believe me. You wouldn’t wear that ring knowing what it means to both of us and our relationship and because you know I’m here for you with nothing else standing in the way of what we had and what we have. Nobody’s ruining that for me. Not tonight, not ever.” Carlito notices your eyes widening as you listen to him. “Whatever damage I caused between us was my doing, Evelyn. I wouldn’t show you my face if I wasn’t a changed man ready, to tell the truth. I don’t have the right to beg for your forgiveness but I am begging you to hear me out, baby. Please.”

You take Carlito’s hand, squeezing it and nodding in understanding. “O-okay.”

“Come here, baby.” Carlito leads you to the seats in his office, gesturing for you to sit.

You take your seat on an armchair next to his, taking a shaky sip of your drink to ease your nerves.

Carlito gets comfortable in his seat, putting his drink down on the coffee table in front of the two of you.

You squeeze your eyes shut and give out a little sigh before you begin to speak. “You were gone.” You force yourself not to cry any further. “Just like that, you were gone and everything we had was gone too. Drugs, Carlito. Really?” You open your eyes again, staring at Carlito in disappointment. “The streets run red with blood because of these things and yet you lied to me about everything you did.”

“Not everything.” Carlito corrects you. “I told you everything I could but at the end of the day, I was living the fast life before we even met. You know more than Gail would ever know, even in the past. I wanted you to know more—trust me—but you know that kind of lifestyle—”

“The fast life.” You repeat.

“Not for me.” Carlito takes his drink off the coffee table, sipping it as he leans back into his seat.

Just the look in Carlito’s eyes to you now is filled with nothing but desire—yearning and dying to touch you but Carlito can still feel the cold distance between the two of you, upsetting Carlito more than you could know.

“I know.” You nod slowly. “Even though that asshole attorney of yours wouldn’t tell me anything, I figured enough for myself. That’s not you, Carlito.”

“I’m done,” Carlito tells you with more than enough belief in his own words. “I’m done and I don’t care whether the judge bought what I said or not because it’s the truth. I changed. I’m a changed man, I’m not getting caught up in this shit anymore. You can see it for yourself, baby. I’m retired. What I have now is what. This is enough for me.” Carlito swallows down another sip of his drink, looking at you with anticipation next. “And I want to start over again with you, however you want it.”

“You don’t have to start over.” You put your drink down, rising up from your seat and standing in front of Carlito.

For a moment there, Carlito believes you’re about to leave his office just like that, but you don’t.

You remain in front of him waiting, and you notice how Carlito begins to gaze up and down your sequin dress and body. “I missed you so much, Evelyn.” Carlito takes your hand in his, lacing his fingers in between yours. “Just understand this: I would do whatever to have you and me back the way we were before all of this. Anything. It’s all on me.”

“I don’t want to start over with you, Carlito.” You let out a shaky breath, feeling nothing but love, trust, lust, affection, and everything you ever felt for Carlito in these past five years rush back to you.

“You’re still my fiancée.” Carlito reminds you, running his finger over your engagement ring. “Come here, please. Let me touch you. Let me show you how much I’ve missed you.”

Holding back more tears, you toss your purse off of your shoulder and back to the armchair before getting on Carlito’s lap—letting your thighs rest over the arms of the seat.

Carlito embraces you tightly as the two of you hug one another and you lose the battle between your tears, bursting out into sobs over Carlito’s shoulder instantly. “I missed you so fucking much, you have no idea.”

“Oh, baby…” Carlito murmurs, rubbing up and down your back tenderly. “Believe me, I know. Locked up for five damn years without you.” Carlito pulls you back gently, cupping your cheeks with both hands before planting gentle kisses on both cheeks and then kissing your lips.

Your eyes flutter shut in response as you kiss Carlito back deeply, both of you tasting whiskey off of each other’s lips.

“Will you come home with me?” You ask softly once you pull away from the kiss.

“Yes, of course, baby.” Carlito nods. “You know I’m not spending another moment here I don’t need to without you. I came here for you, you know.”

“Mmm…” You peek down to watch as Carlito rubs your palms up and down with his; your eyes admiring his gold link bracelet and the ring over his pinky finger. “Still can’t believe it.”

“I’m here for you baby, I’m here,” Carlito reassures you, keeping his voice low and soft. “And I’ll prove it to you as much as you want me to.”

“Just…” You hiccup, your bottom lip trembling. “Can you just hold me, please? I haven’t held you for so long that n-none of this feels real. I j-just—” You shake your head, clutching onto Carlito’s shoulders. “I just can’t believe so please just—just hold me.”

“Yeah baby, yeah.” Carlito pulls you tightly in his embrace as you rest your head over his shoulder, refusing to let go. “You know, I could hardly believe it myself when I got the hell out of there. You were all I thought about every single day.” Carlito rubs you back in lazy circles, kissing the side of your neck gently. “I dreamt and fantasized about this day for years.”

“God, Carlito…” You whimper, feeling the warmth and safety of your fiancée down to the heavenly scent of his cologne that all remind you you’re not dreaming but that Carlito is here with you.

“We have a lot to talk about, baby.” Carlito strokes your hair gently. “I wanna talk to you and nobody but you. I wanna hear more about you than me.”

“Come home with me.” You slowly pull back, pulling on Carlito’s hand.

“I don’t wanna be here anymore, just come home with me.”

“Alright, baby.” Carlito agrees. “Let’s go then.” He pushes a curtain of your hair behind your ear. “Come out the back exit with me, I don’t want anyone else bothering us for the rest of the evening. We’ll just go home—”

“And stay home.” You insist.

‘Not just for you to spend the night with me only to disappear in the morning.’

“I’m yours anyways, Evelyn,” Carlito tells you. “I’m not going anywhere unless you want me to.”

Despite being able to leave from the back entrance of the club unseen and without any unwarranted attention, everything still feels dream-like and a blur to you.

Pachanga drives you and Carlito home and the car ride is filled with nothing but silence—Carlito holding your hand and you continuing to take in his presence next to you.

Your mind continues to buzz with questions and although you love Carlito without a doubt, there are still so many questions unanswered and unresolved that it makes you all the more anxious and uneasy not knowing what just happened to your fiancée.

Throughout the car ride, you know your mind isn’t going to figure out what it wants until you get back to your apartment at least.

When you step out of the car, your legs feel like concrete as you unlock the apartment lobby door and lead Carlito up to your suite.

Carlito can still tell you’re visibly upset just by watching your body language, but he neither stops you nor says anything.

Both of you know the two you need to be home with all the privacy you can have to be transparent and honest with each other further, but it’s different.

From the very moment you both get into your apartment, it’s not a matter of sighing and getting drinks to sit down and have a few hours long of serious conversation but as soon as you both step in, take off your shoes and you set your purse aside, you both turn around to face each other by the door.

“Carlito,” you let out a shaky breath, placing your hand over his chest.

Dying to touch you, talk to you, be with you again, and hating himself for everything else aside, Carlito’s drawn to you like a magnet.

You both find yourselves in each other’s embrace once again, kissing feverishly as if it’ll be the last time you do so.

Your lips ache and throb to feel Carlito’s over them again and again—desperate and still in love.

“Carlito,” you manage to whimper throughout the kiss as Carlito picks you up effortlessly, wrapping your thighs around his waist and giving your ass a squeeze before taking you to your bedroom.

Carlito doesn’t take his eyes, lips, or hands off of you as he does so and you’re just as insistent as him by the way you squeeze your thighs around Carlito’s waist.

Carlito lays you down on your bed without moving off of you, tugging off your sequin dress as you continue to lose yourself in the haze of the kiss you both share.

Before you know it, clothes are quickly being thrown off and there’s a sense of lustful aggressiveness in the bedroom until Carlito’s fully naked and throwing off your dress and panties to the side like nothing.

“Carlito…” You gasp, snapping back to reality as your breasts jiggle and spring free, leaving you and Carlito naked and completely vulnerable with each other.

You both look into each other’s eyes, breathing heavily as Carlito places both of his hands over your hips. “You don’t know anything…” Carlito begins to run his hands up and down the sides of your body. “How I feel for you, how everything I do has always been for you.”

You run your hands through Carlito’s dark, silky hair before cupping his cheeks. “You have a lot to make up to me, you know that…?” You breathe hotly over Carlito’s lips.

“Yeah?” Carlito whispers, growing further aroused by the passing second.

“You can start now.” You pull Carlito in closer to him, pressing your lips against his in a wet, full-mouthed kiss.

Your body yearns and begs for every bit of Carlito’s touch, obsessed with the way his hands work to arouse, tease and please you.

Through half-open, lazy eyes distracted by arousal and the scent of sex filling the room, you see Carlito pumping his cock to prepare himself to make up for missing your intimacy these past five years—only scratching the surface tonight.

Panting and quivering through arousal as both of your bodies collide with one another, you tug and pull on Carlito’s hair—letting your hands roam down his shoulders and muscular back.

“You’re mine…” Carlito smacks both of your thighs, firmly squeezing them before his hands find your ass.

“Mm! Yes!” You breathe out, feeling that spark of arousal and passionate fire light inside of you just at the sight of Carlito kissing up and down your body, adoring every inch of your skin.

“Fuck,” Carlito hisses out, the sexual tension only continues to rage between the two of you as his lips close in for another kiss over yours.

Your pussy throbs in response to the shaft of his cock slicking up against it and your arousal only doubles throughout the teasing foreplay.

Keeping eye contact, Carlito slowly slips to fingers inside your mouth and watches as you eagerly suck and wet them.

‘Oh my God, please.’ You watch as Carlito pops his fingers out of your mouth before moving his hand down and rubbing them gingerly over your clit before swirling them around your entrance.

You surprise yourself by moaning as loud as you have, gyrating your hips forward to Carlito as he applies just enough pressure to make you squirm.

Carlito licks off his fingers eagerly before beginning to press his thumbs down on the creases of your inner thigh, spreading your pussy open slowly before he presses his fingers against your entrance once more.

“More, m-more, more,” you moan breathily as you feel Carlito slowly snake a finger inside of you, curling it inward. “Oh God, yes…”

As Carlito begins to finger you, he hovers over your body and grazes his tongue against your bottom lip, feeling you writher in pleasure underneath him.

Carlito uses his thumb to lazily circle over your dewy clit while continuing to finger you, keeping his free hand tangled in your hair to exert dominance over you.

Whimpering back in Carlito’s mouth, you feel him gently bite at your bottom lip and slowly pull it towards him before he re-enters your mouth with his tongue, kissing you again.

But before you can even get enough of the heated kiss, Carlito’s quick to pull away and keep you waiting.

Stunned and confused, you watch as Carlito pulls his fingers out of you and cups your ass to raise your thighs up only to bury his face immediately onto your pussy, slobbering all over it.

“Ohhhh my God!” You shriek, clutching the bedsheets so tightly that your knuckles strain white.

You can feel all of Carlito’s tongue pressed up against the folds of your pussy, licking and slurping upwards to your clit.

“Carlito! YES, YES!” Moaning louder and louder, you feel an orgasm beginning to grow in your gut as your body aches and begs for more.

Shaky little moans come out of your mouth as your muscles tense up and relax again and again from the sensation of pleasure flowing through you.

Carlito’s spit easily mixes in and gets lost within your pussy’s wetness and he doesn’t relent as he slides his tongue all over your clit, focusing solely on it.

Carlito laps up your sweetness, causing you to curl your toes from how his beard brushes up against your clit and stimulates it further.

From the sloppy, messy way Carlito eats your pussy and from how dangerously aroused you’ve become, all of Carlito’s spit and your pussy juices begin to trickle down your ass and inner thighs.

Your pussy contracts from the pleasure and you almost hate yourself for how badly you crave Carlito now, feeling his lips suckling sweetly over your clit.

“Oh, baby.” Carlito pants as he raises his head up from between your legs, breathing heavily. “You’re ready for me.”

Carlito’s husky, sexy voice coupled with the way his hair has tousled already paints the perfect picture of erotica to you.

Keeping his eyes on yours, Carlito takes your right thigh and moves your body to the side as he curls up behind you—both of you laying on your sides.

“P-please, please, please, fuck me—” You clasp a hand over your mouth, rolling your eyes back in pleasure as Carlito continues to keep your thigh raised upward, pushing the tip of his cock inside of you to fuck you from the side.

“Oh baby, you feel so fucking good, you know that? Shit…” The curve of Carlito’s cock hits every weak spot inside of you from the first thrust alone and Carlito can already feel your pussy contracting against his cock, begging to be fucked.

Thrusting in an upwards angle, Carlito presses his naked body against yours and lets his hands wander over your breasts while he continuously presses wet kisses down your shoulders. “So fucking tight…”

From the way Carlito rocks your body back and forth, beginning to thrust deeply until you feel every inch of him entering you again and again to the way his thumbs toy with your hardened nipples, you almost feel intoxicated with arousal and pleasure.

You lazily glance over your shoulder at Carlito who returns the gaze, breathing against your skin and letting out a deep groan. “D-don’t you dare stop…” You squeeze your eyes shut, whimpering and letting yourself moan as loud as need be from the way Carlito fucks you.

“Not until you’re screaming my name, baby.” Carlito can practically feel his cock pulsating inside of you. Keeping his thrusts steady and deep, giving your breasts a smack before trailing his fingers back down to your clit.

Both sensations of pleasure draw the filthiest moans out of you yet and you can barely keep still on the bed from the way your thighs begin to shake from your orgasm dangerously approaching.

Carlito has complete control over your orgasm but is eager to have you cum before himself, watching the way your body reacts against his.

“Yeah, baby, just like that…” Carlito watches his cock easily sliding in and out of you at a quickened pace, causing your ass to redden from how fast and hard Carlito’s hips come into contact with yours.

“Yes, yes, yesssss!” You push your hips back against Carlito’s, only feeling his thrusts grow all the more forceful. “F-fuck me, Carlito! Fuck—fuck me! HARDER!”

Carlito’s kisses over your back harshen just as his thrusts do, filling the room with the sloppy sounds of your pussy sloshing against Carlito’s cock with every thrust.

“You gonna cum for me baby? Hmm?” Carlito squeezes your raised thigh, noticing how you can barely come out with a coherent sentence now from the way Carlito begins to approach thrusting to your G-spot, hitting it when you least expect it.

“Y-yes! I’m—ohhhh! Yes, I’m cumming! Cumming, I’m cumming!” You shriek out, unable to hold your orgasm back as it finally releases out of you.

Creaming over Carlito’s cock from orgasm, the euphoric sensation washes over you like waves in a current from head to toe while Carlito only continues to keep up his ruthless pace of thrusting as you cum.

Carlito slams his hips upward into yours once more, holding you tightly against his chest to see your eyes snap open in surprise from feeling spurts of hot, sticky cum shooting up inside of you.

“O-oh my God,” you pant, unable to stop your thighs from quivering. “Carlito…”

“God…” Carlito pants against your shoulder, holding your thighs steadily before slowly beginning to pull his cock out of you.

“Ooh!” You let out a soft gasp as the feeling of fullness leaves you and Carlito’s cum begins to slowly ooze out of your pussy.

Carlito circles his thumb against your pussy’s entrance, smearing and pushing his cum into you. “You’ve no idea how much I’ve missed fucking you like this…”

“Mmmmm, C-Carlito,” you barely have the energy to flip over and face him—nothing but a flustered and freshly fucked mess in Carlito’s grasp.

Slowly turning to face Carlito, you swallow hard—still recovering from the aftermath and hypersensitivity over your body.

Carlito chuckles, stealing a kiss from your lips and giving your cheek a gentle caress as both of you still feel the tingling sensation of your recent orgasms.

Still, after five years of sleeping alone to the thought of Carlito in tears, you don’t intend on letting your first night with him after all that time end so soon.

You match Carlito’s passion, taking him by pleasant surprise as you kiss around the outline of his jawline—simply unable to get enough of your fiancé.

“Baby…” Carlito nudges the blankets on your bed away from him to get closer to you before you move down his body, gripping his still erect cock in your hand. “Fuck,” Carlito grunts, bucking his hips up in response and leaning up on the bed upon his elbows.

You lay down on your stomach, popping Carlito’s cock in your mouth and licking upwards quickly before saying, “I missed you too, you know.”

“Not as much as I thought.” Carlito chuckles breathily, moving your hair out of your face as you begin to graze your tongue alongside the tip of his cock.

“Mm? What do you mean?” You wrap your tongue around Carlito’s tip.

“You asked me how I knew you’d be at the club tonight.” Carlito’s breath hitches.

“Mhmm…” Your mouth remains in perfect rhythm against his cock, drooling all over it as you let your tongue do the work. “Is there anything you can’t do? I know how you know…”

“Oh, yeah,” Carlito hisses, watching you suck him off. “I figured. You’re a smart woman.”

“So you know anything and everything, huh?” You smirk up at Carlito before swirling your tongue around his shaft and tasting yourself off of his cock. “I’m impressed… I didn’t figure out a thing until you told me you knew I’d be at the club tonight.”

“I didn’t want you to be bothered, baby.” Carlito groans quietly, “you know I didn’t pay someone to ‘stalk’ you—just wanted you to be safe and happy.”

“You have your reasons, huh?” Your lick Carlito’s precum off of your lips. “Tonight if anything, has always been about your reasons.”

“I want to know your reasons, baby.” Carlito watches you bob your head up and down on his cock. ”That guy, for one. Mm…”

“Mm?” You stare up at Carlito, continuing to suck him off.

“You know I don’t like sharing what’s mine, Evelyn.” Carlito grips your hair, guiding your mouth down on his cock further. “Never have, never will…but I know about that date.”

You roll your eyes, popping Carlito’s cock out of your mouth. “Oh please, you know it was nothing.”

“Nothing?” Carlito’s eyes dart over yours. “Date with a new guy doesn’t sound like nothing to me.”

“And whose cock is in my mouth right now? Don’t tell me you’re jealous.” Turned on by his jealousy, you take Carlito’s cock back into your mouth like candy.

“And if I am?” Carlito groans softly.

“There’s only you for me.” You hum against Carlito’s cock. “I didn’t take my ring off at that date either but mmm… I bet your little spy didn’t tell you that much.”

“My spy,” Carlito repeats, chuckling quietly. “You know I believe you.”

You slurp up your spit off Carlito’s cock, swallowing before leaning back up to him. “I believe you too.”

“I still have much to make up to you, baby.” Carlito moves over, tilting your chin up to face him. “Open your mouth, baby.”

You do as he says eagerly, waiting.

Carlito spits in your mouth, taking you by surprise as you whimper—turned on and aroused instantly by his actions all over again as you swallow down his spit.

“’Atta girl,” Carlito smirks at you. “Say ‘thank you, sir’.”

“Thank you, sir.” You breathe back, seeing that the old Carlito you love, know, and fucked is most definitely back.

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Melis I have a prompt request for Carlito 🥵. Reader and Carlito get in to an argument and reader gives him the silent treatment after a few hour of ignoring him he gets so mad and punishes reader and is very mean, he comes on her tongue but will not let her swallow. She whines and whines but he tells her to spit be she doesn't deserve it.

Ooh a smut prompt with Carlito?! Omfff I love this with Carlito’s dominant personality…🥵🥵🥵!!!

“You could be more forthcoming, you know.” You let out a soft sigh, crossing your arms. “More honest with me, just communicate.”

“Communicate?” Carlito seems half offended and half surprised you’d mention that word after tonight’s talk. “All I’ve been doing to you tonight is communicating, darling.”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.” You frown, sitting opposite of him on the couch. “You’re in, then you’re out. You’re elusive, but then you talk about commitment. I just don’t get it.”

“You forgot so soon?” Carlito runs his fingers over his gold watch, sprawled out and relaxed over the leather couch. “I told you, baby, this is me. This is who I am, at least for the next little while.”

“Carlito,” you shoot him a look, feeling your frustration begin to hit its limit. “You won’t even tell me why this is ‘you’. I don’t know what you’re up to when you’re out there—” you gesture to the window, mentioning the streets. “Who you’re seeing, what you’re doing. How is it fair if you’re keeping secrets from me?”

“I’m doing it to protect you.” Carlito lets out a drawn out sigh, knowing his answers don’t satisfy you now. “And I told you, nothin’ risky, nothing bad. I just came out, I need some time to settle, and with you—”

“I can’t.” You shake your hand, brushing him off. “No, sorry, I can’t. I can’t accept that. I won’t accept that.” You rise off the couch. “You keep lying to me and you keep holding secrets back from me.”

“I think, darling,” Carlito begins to sit up, “is that to understand me you need to know I can’t tell you everything about me. Not yet.”

“Okay.” You mutter, rolling your eyes and beginning to make your way towards the kitchen. “I’m not going to argue with you about it.”

“You already have.” Carlito points out with a frown. “That’s what we’ve been doing all night. You gonna keep this up?”

“Just stop talking to me.” You roll your eyes, pouring yourself a glass of cold water from the sink. “You tell me the same shit every single time, just save it for someone who cares.”

“Honey, don’t be that way.” Carlito turns his head back to look at you, but you continue to ignore him. “What?”

You sip your water quietly, feeling more irritated and left out in the dark more than ever. It’s not that you’re questioning the integrity of your relationship but rather the degree of Carlito’s honesty with you.

Dating Carlito for the last six months and now living with each other for the past three, every conversation you’ve tried to have about what he’s doing now even for a living has resulted in the exact same dull conversation.

The man you’d like to start a family with one day remains to be a mystery to you just as he was when you first met, when he refused to mention anything during prison visits and calls, and even now.

But if it’s one thing that you are to a decent degree and Carlito is not, it’s petty.

“You’re ignoring me now?” Carlito isn’t phased with your antics, but it does begin to frustrate him in a way. “Seriously?”

You still don’t answer Carlito, setting your glass aside and heading back to the bedroom. You almost wish he’d follow you in, but he doesn’t budge from his seat.

You slam the door shut behind you, feeling more bitter than anything. You want to sit down and cry it all out, but with your pride getting in the way, all your mind can think of is wanting something to distract you from Carlito.

Carlito runs a hand through his hair, exhaling deeply. He pops off the first three buttons of his dress shirt and rolls the sleeves up to his elbows, trying to relax in front of the television.

Better for him you give Carlito the silent treatment than continue even further in an explosive argument, knowing this was just a continuation of the yelling you had earlier getting both of you nowhere.

Attempting to relax and curl up in bed, you grab your favourite book off your nightstand—deliberately ignoring the sight of Carlito’s gold jewelry over it.

If anything, winding down for a bit will help both of you relax, but it’s Carlito back in the living room expecting you to come out soon and just sit next to him—even if it is in silence.

At the very least he’d want to cuddle you, try to push the argument aside and reassure you as much as he can; something you may want and enjoy too any other time but now.

Opening up the last page you were on, you balance your book over your knees and begin to indulge yourself back into the fictional world of 1930s crime and thriller, drowning out the rest of your surroundings.

Only ten minutes pass until Carlito stretches out his arms, rising from his seat and beginning to pace over to the kitchen.

Carlito has one eye down the hall and towards the bedroom door which still remains shut—assuming you’re napping or laying down—while he pulls open the fridge to grab the bottle of wine you two were sharing last night.

Carlito eyes the two wineglasses pushed back on the kitchen counter, and as he pulls one glass over for himself, he takes yours too and pours in just under half a glass each.

Carlito only takes your glass in his hand first, approaching the bedroom door. A small smile forms on his lips as he gives a light knock with his knuckles, in case you’re actually sleeping it off.

“Hey, baby. Can I come in?”

No answer.

“Baby.” Carlito knocks again, “you, me, a glass of wine. Come on. We can talk through this.”

Instead, Carlito’s met with the sound of the door clicking as you set you lean your arm to the doorknob and lock it.

The smile fades off Carlito’s face as he attempts to open the door, finding the bedroom locked. “Now what did I do to deserve that?”

Still no answer.

“Listen,” Carlito leans his forehead against the bedroom door with a sigh. “Look, baby. I’ll give you space if that’s what you want, okay? Ya know I respect that, but at least come out tonight so I can talk to you. I wanna remedy this, this isn’t how I wanna end our night. You gotta let me in there, eventually.”

“Stop talking to me!” You shout back, throwing a pillow at the door—knowing now more than ever you wish he would. “For fuck’s sakes, no. You’re gonna tell me the same shit every single time—”

“I told you, I don’t want to talk—” Carlito begins, but you cut him off.

“I don’t care then!” You huff, “I’m not going to argue with you.”

“You are arguing with me.” Carlito pokes the door. “And you’re being a whiny brat about it.”

You’re not surprised to feel a tingle of arousal through your body at the words ‘whiny brat’, knowing Carlito’s used it more than once with you in bed.

“So what if I am? I’m still not letting in you.” You scoff, almost teasingly challenging him at this point.

“Fine, have it your way.” Beginning to grow annoyed, Carlito walks off without another word.

He leaves your wine to warm on the kitchen counter while taking his own glass back to the couch; Carlito’s always known your pettiness is outmatched but it most certainly can’t last forever.

Back to disappointment and annoyance, you return to the sentence you left off in your book as Carlito channel surfs and takes small sips of his wine, attempting to enjoy out the rest of his evening knowing damn well to himself he’d at least rather have you begging for his attention by his side instead of behind a locked door.

At least then Carlito could give you what he wants, but you’re well aware of just what you’re doing to him—surpassing annoyance or otherwise from your argument.

Two hours into a television show Carlito distracts himself with and reading until you feel your eyes are sore, you’ve already set your book down and unlocked the bedroom door to use the bathroom.

Carlito’s attention spikes up to hear the soft click of the bedroom door unlocking, expecting to hear you walk into the living room and to him any moment now, but instead hears your footsteps grow farther away.

Carlito rubs over his eyes in frustration, turning off the television and letting the remote control carelessly fall out of his hand and onto the couch cushion.

Carlito gets up from the couch and begins to walk towards the ajar bedroom door. Even if you’re not inside, he might as well be.

Rinsing the lathered up soap from your hands, you dry off with a towel before almost sulkily making your way back to the bedroom.

Carlito’s already made sure to close the door behind him to make it more apparent than anything he’s frustrated with your behaviour and refusing just to sleep it off.

You furrow your brows as you turn the doorknob and push open the bedroom door to enter, seeing Carlito already shirtless and setting his navy dress shirt aside.

“You finished?” Carlito turns to face you, and you’d be lying to yourself if you say your eyes aren’t immediately wandering over his toned chest and the shape of his collarbones.

“What?” You mumble, letting the door shut behind you.

“I asked, are you finished?” Carlito repeats, stroking his beard. “This whole attitude of yours, the pettiness.”

“I don’t have an attitude.” You roll your eyes, knowing this is now bound to get a reaction out of him. “I’m allowed to be upset with you over all of this.”

“Yeah, that’s right, you would be if that’s what it was.” Carlito begins to unbuckle his belt. “You gave me the silent treatment for hours. We were supposed to spend the evening together—that doesn’t sound like an attitude to you? Hmm?”

Blushing a little, you force your eyes off of Carlito’s hands undoing his belt as you sit on the edge of the bed. “Well, what do you want me to do about it now?”

“There’s better ways to ask for attention, you know.” Carlito’s eyes flicker over you as he sets his leather belt aside.

“I’m not—” You cut yourself off, noticing Carlito’s stern gaze over you.

“Come here.” Carlito gestures with his finger; his voice husky and low but patient.

You pause for a moment, considering being disobedient just for the sake of seeing Carlito’s reaction, but every muscle in your body craves to be with this man as much as your mind has wanted him to give you attention like this all day.

Putting one knee down on the bed, you scoot closer to where Carlito stands only for him to grasp your chin and give it a little shake. “Nice try, darling.” Before you can even react out in surprise at Carlito’s words, he continues. “I know what you’re trying to do.”

“Too good to give it to me, then?” You challenge back.

“Don’t push it.” Carlito’s eyes dart down to your lips as he slowly parts them open with his thumb.

Kneeled up on the bed and looking back at Carlito, you let his finger graze over the shape of your lips before sliding down your bottom lip, already feeling yourself beginning to ache with barely a tease by Carlito.

“You’re the one doing this to me.” You breathe out.

“I’m not giving you a damn thing.” Carlito gives your face a light smack before letting go of it.

“Stop,” you whine, watching him sit over on his side of the bed. “How is that fair?”

“Don’t ignore me, sweetheart.” You can easily make out the irritation in Carlito’s tone as he begins to unclasp his watch. “The whole silent treatment thing, you know I hate that bullshit.”

“Now whose angry with who?” You raise a brow, laying back down against your propped up pillows.

“You should have thought about that before.” Carlito lays back against his pillow, putting his watch down carefully on the nightstand. “Don’t expect anything from me tonight.”

“Don’t go to sleep angry, he says,” you begin to mock Carlito’s voice, laying on your side next to him. “Make up before bed, he says.”

“Stop.” Carlito rolls his eyes at you. “You had your chance with me. What do I look like chasing after you everytime you do this? I’m too old.”

“Wow, ouch.” You mumble, rubbing his bicep. “Now you’re just being mean to me.”

“Why are you talking to me now?” Carlito’s eyes land on yours. “Thought you were giving me the silent treatment.”

You peek at Carlito quietly, tracing lazy little circles over his chest for just a moment before Carlito pushes your hand off of him.

“Carlito,” you whine, hugging onto his bicep. “Come onnnn…”

“No.” Carlito tells you flatly. “This is starting to get ridiculous.”

“Funny, I thought you liked that kind of thing in bed.” You mumble to yourself loud enough for Carlito to hear. “It wasn’t a problem last week.”

“You’re going to have to try a lot harder than that, sweetheart.” Carlito tilts his head to the side to face you.

“Do I?” A smirk spreads over your lips as you gesture to the tent in his pants. “I don’t think so.”

Aware of his own arousal to your disobedience, Carlito clutches a fistful of your hair and tilts your head back. “You know that smart mouth of yours is only good for one fucking thing.”

You let out a breathy giggle, digging your fingernails into Carlito’s bicep. “You didn’t want to hold back.”

“Shut your mouth.” Carlito hisses, hooking his fingers into the waistband of his slacks and letting his erect cock spring free.

Your eyes widen at the sight as you immediately lean over with Carlito’s hand still in your hair, noticing a drop of the precum over his tip dripping onto his lower waist. “Let me—”

“I don’t think so.” Carlito yanks your hair back, pumping his cock with his free hand. “You’re gonna sit there, and you’re just going to watch.”

You whine out, feeling your clit ache just from the size of Carlito alone; wanting nothing more than to buck your hips up and down his throbbing cock to smear his precum all over the folds of your pussy.

“Carlito, please,” you whine even louder, hating just how quickly this man awakens arousal inside of you.

“You didn’t have anything to say to me earlier.” Carlito grunts; his eyes half open as he continues to stroke himself and spread his precum over his shaft. “You’re a fucking tease.”

“What are you gonna do about it?” Your breath hitches. “I pissed you off enough today, didn’t I?”

“Watch what you say to me, sweetheart.” Carlito pulls your hair towards his cock roughly, guiding your mouth over it. “And put your fucking mouth to good use.”

You let out a breathy giggle, eagerly attempt to catch Carlito’s tip in your mouth as he abruptly lets go of your hair.

Surprising Carlito by your sudden eagerness, you take all eight inches of his thick cock down your throat as much as you can without provoking your gag reflex.

“Take it all in.” Carlito keeps one hand over your hair to continue coaxing and pushing your head down—knowing your no stranger to being throat fucked and enjoying it.

You cough out around Carlito’s cock from almost gagging over it, beginning to spread as much spit over his shaft to lubricate it as possible.

“Fuck,” Carlito hisses, bucking his hips forward as you begin to sloppily suck over his shaft.

Humming around Carlito’s cock, you bob your head back and forth at a speedy pace.

The soreness your jaw and mouth begin to feel are just familiarities from sucking Carlito off time and time again, and you know he won’t give you control of the show for much longer.

Carlito can’t hold back his low, breathy moans as he you continue sucking and licking his cock at a sloppy, insistent rhythm.

“Mm,” you clasp both of hands around Carlito’s cock, pumping it as you slobber all over him in the messiest blowjob you can possibly deliver.

“Silent treatment, huh?” Carlito wets his lips, bucking his hips into your mouth for you to take in more. “Start doing it like this next time you wanna give me fuckin’ attitude, honey.”

You taste Carlito’s salty precum over your tongue, beginning to swirl it over his shaft and tip as Carlito’s body tenses up with pleasure.

The sloppy and loud sounds of you sucking over Carlito’s cock fill the room, accompanied by his breathy moans and grunts which do nothing but amplify your arousal even further.

“Fuck, yes.” Carlito watches with lust filled eyes the way his cock slides in and out of your mouth.

Drooling, sucking and slurping, you ignore the tender ache in your jaw and gag when Carlito bucks his hips up again; this time grabbing your ponytail and kneeling up on the bed to gain control over your mouth.

You gaze up at Carlito innocently, still sucking him off and keeping your mouth open as wide as you can.

“Come here, you little slut.” Carlito grazes his teeth over his bottom lip, moving his hands down from your hair to cup your cheeks and face fuck you.

Used to taking his length down your throat, you can feel Carlito coming close to hitting the peak of his orgasm from how quickly he thrusts in and out of your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…!” Beads of sweat begin to form over Carlito’s forehead from how quickly he thrusts his hips back and forth.

You moan out against his cock, already severely turned on to the point where your own wetness has pooled into the fabric of your panties.

Your own spit dribbles down your mouth and chin, landing on your thighs and tank top as Carlito squeezes his eyes shut from the intense pleasure.

Carlito’s orgasm beckons and grows close to breaking through, and with no warning Carlito continues to rough face fuck you as he cums in your mouth.

Your eyes widen in surprise to taste thick spurts of Carlito’s cum; signalling enough for him. Carlito pops his cock out of your mouth like a lollipop while demanding insistently, “open your mouth, now.”

Doing as he says, you keep your mouth open and your tongue out to catch every spurt of Carlito’s cum.

“Oh, fuck,” Carlito mutters to himself, watching as his cum lands over your lips, mouth, all over your tongue and dripping down your cheek. “Took enough down your throat already, huh? Did I taste good? Tell me.”

“Mm.” You nod, refusing to close your mouth.

“Good.” Carlito spits down over your tongue, pointing a scolding finger down at you. “You’re not going to swallow.”

“Nn?” You furrow your brows, trying to whine out in protest.

“You want to, don’t you?” Carlito grips your throat with his free hand. “Like a good fucking whore would?”

Flustered with your heart racing in your chest from sexual frustration and desire, you nod, feeling your tongue beginning to twitch in your mouth from sticking it out for so long.

“Don’t you dare.” Carlito runs his fingers over the cum on your face, rubbing it over your tongue. “You’re going to spit it out all over yourself.” He reaches down to your tank top, almost tearing the flimsy fabric as he lets your breasts spill free. “Right here. Do it.”

Wanting to swallow more than ever, you whine and whine again but feel Carlito’s firm hands squeezing over the sides of your throat in refusal. “You don’t fucking deserve to swallow it, you hear me?”

Doing as he says, you spit down every bit of cum on your tongue and in your mouth down to your breasts; watching them mix together and drip down.

“Good girl. You do as I say.” Carlito lightly smacks your face, watching the spit and cum glisten over your breasts. “Next time, you’ll deserve to swallow it all down, won’t you?”

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