#posting stories with reader plus white celebrities with fluffy or smutty material

[karinamariee]

celibate

pairing: drew starkey x fiancé!fem!reader

summary: you’re as innocent as it gets, promising celibacy. but when your boyfriend drew comes into your life, you can’t help but yearn for him.

warnings: smut w plot, mdni!!

authors note: this is my 100 follower special, plus it is such a hot idea, i love it

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drew first was admired by you when you stepped in one of his acting classes, taking him by surprise. it wasn’t your face (though it was beautiful) or your body (which made him instantly hard), it was the fact that you walked into the acting classes, dressed in all pink, and you walked into there with such kindness and respect that drew immediately needed you.

it took drew months to get you to go on one date with him, it was actually fucking with his pride, but he didn’t give up. eventually, you ended up going on a romantic date with him where he brought flowers and your favorite (though you never told him, he just assumed) chocolates. how could you say no to that?

but oh, when drew kissed you for the first time, he knew he wanted forever with you. he knew he wanted to get married, to have children, to grow old together. he wanted every single flaw, insecurity, fear and pain, and he would take that and throw it all into his heart.

he had just wanted all of you.

so he asked you any question under the sun like: “what’s your favorite color?” in which you answered pink. “who’s your favorite music artist?” in which you said gracie abrams. “what’s your favorite thing about yourself?” eyes. “why do you wear pink all the time.” i love wearing pink. all those questions were answered, and he immediately knew, you knew how to not be shy, being as open as your are.

by the time three months hit, he got down on both his knees, arms wrapped around your torso, cheek on your belly, your hands in his hair, and telling you how much he loved you. your response had been what he needed: you loved him too.

by ten months, you had been able to sit in silence, enjoying each others company.

by one year and a half, you two both officially moved in with each other, finally planning your life together.

by two years and three months, he proposed to you in which your answer was yes.

everything seemed perfect, but one thing kept on flashing in drew’s mind, and oh did he feel so dirty. he always wonder what it would be like to see you naked, bent over the kitchen counter, fucking you from behind as you moaned his name. so when he did think of those thoughts, he would shake his head.

“are you a virgin, y/n?” drew got the courage to ask one night.

you turned to him, closing your clothes drawer, and you walked to him, standing on your side of the bed.

“oh,” you said, “i guess i never told you this. im celibate, which means—“

drew quickly crawled over to your side, grabbing your waist, resting his head on your belly. “i know what it means, babe. it was just a question.”

but it got harder and harder for him, having seeing you in those mini skirts and dresses, seeing you in heels, seeing you change, seeing you do anything turned him on so much he had to jerk himself off in the bathroom.

but little did he know, it was hard for you too.

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“please,” you whispered, “make sure to go slow. i’ve never done this before.”

drew snorted. “don’t worry, baby. you’re gonna have the best time with this.”

you nodded as drew took his cock out of his underwear, throwing them to the side. you looked down and audibly gasped.

“it’ll fit,” said drew, “trust me.”

he slide himself inside of you very slowly. going inch by inch, listening to when you told him to go. eventually he started thrusting slowly in and out of you. you got into the rhythm of it, moaning when he was at a perfect pace.

“fuck, baby. you feel so good around my cock.”

you moaned loudly at that, pulling him closer by his buttocks. you couldn’t get rid of this feeling he was giving you. he was so good at this, so good that he threw his head back, going faster, but not that much.

“faster,” you demanded.

“fuck.”

he quickened the pace, hitting that spot that made your toes curl, your head throwing back into the pillows. you had never felt a feeling like this before.

“drew…”

“fuck i’m close.” drew said.

you moaned loudly, scratching on his back as he quickened the pace, on a mission. he repeated himself over and over again and you started whining, tears falling down your cheeks.

you came all over his cock, toes curling, never feeling like this.

“i guess you’re not celibate anymore,” said drew later that night.

you laughed, turning to him. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

[junkpuppet225]

Noticing You

DarylxF!Reader

**summary: Daryl notices you.

**setting: Alexandria Safe Zone, prob S5… maybe later

**word count: 2K+

**warnings: smut, swearing, age gap, brief m!masterbating, p in v, no protection - pull out game strong, at first, mentions of oral f!receiving - 18+, minors DO NOT interact, NSFW

**a/n: I do not own anything related to The Walking Dead nor am I making any money from the writing of this fanfic. This is just something that came to me in the middle of the night. I hope you enjoy!

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Daryl noticed you - despite being twice your age. Every time you stepped into his line of sight his gaze washed over you - you were the prettiest thing he’d ever laid eyes on.

You noticed Daryl too - the way his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat when your eyes met - his fingers tightening into fists at his sides when you were lucky enough to be able to idly touch him. The brush of your hand against his when you reach for the same dusty item on a supply run, your palm on his shoulder in passing.

You were Alexandria’s best scavenger - smart, quiet and a native to Northern Virginia. You accompanied Rick’s group on supply runs often - impressed with their skill set, especially the archers.

One particular quest found you trapped in a small supply closet with Daryl while the dead marched through - your back pressed against his front as you tried to steady your breathing - panic washing over you from the surrounding dead and the warmth radiating from your company. Daryl stood like a statue behind you, holding his breath until he worried he’d pass out to keep from breathing in your delicious scent. He didn’t know if he’d survive it again.

After that he tried to avoid you. You were too young, too sweet for someone like him and he didn’t deserve these feelings that bloomed in his chest whenever he saw you so he kept his head down whenever you were around, much to your dismay.

“Jesus.” Abraham muttered before returning his attention to sharpening his knife with a shake of his head as you made your way down the quiet street with a coy smile on your face. Curiosity got the best of the archer who stood leaned against the porch railing, bringing his eyes up to yours as a muffled groan escaped his throat.

In your defense it was late summer causing beads of sweat to roll down your neck as you stopped to say hello, hands on your hips and hair pulled up high on your head - little wisps blowing around your face with the too warm breeze. Your thin white camisole of a shirt and cut off jean shorts left almost nothing for the imagination and Abraham kept his eyes on his blade as the man standing behind him began to growl deep in his chest.

In his defense Daryl tried to look away, weakness wasn’t easy for him but you were just to god damn beautiful not to soak it all in so he looked - eyes falling from your neck to your collarbone then over your scraps of clothes to appreciate your legs from the very tops of your exposed thighs all the way to your calf’s.

When you continued on your way his eyes were glued to your perfect ass, barely contained by the scraps of denim you tried to pass off as shorts. “That girl knows exactly what she’s doing.” Abraham muttered with another shake of his head as Daryl grunted a response before jerking the front door open on their gifted home and storming off through the quiet house. He didn’t stop moving until he was standing under a steady stream of cold water with his cock in his hand, working himself into a frenzy with his other palm pressed hard against the shower wall. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt the need to relieve himself from all this sexual tension but you were driving him fucking crazy.

How old even were ya? Too young to have someone like him jerking off to the thought of you wrapped around his cock as he pumped himself deep inside of you over and over. God, the sounds he knew you could make - soft gasps and desperate groans as he fucked you into oblivion and the way you’d look after - cock drunk and gazing up at him with those beautiful fucking eyes. A quiet groan escaped him as he tightened his grip, cock jerking with release as he imagined filling your sweet fucking cunt.

Daryl lifted his face to the stream of water, slinging his hair from his eyes and breathing hard as he placed his other hand against the wall and groaned at the thought of you - trying to steady the heavy thumping in his chest.

When he sees you again he can’t look you in the eye no matter how much he wants to - standing across from you with his bow high on his shoulder as Rick and Michonne study the map to determine where to scavenge today. Your eyebrow lifts in concern as you watch a deep blush creep up Daryl’s neck and into his cheeks as his eyes dart to everything around you.

“Daryl?”

You both turn your attention to Rick’s deep voice as he repeats his request - that the two of you take the bike and head west to a small independent pharmacy located just off the highway while they return to the shopping mall you visited a few days ago. You’re just about to protest - being that close to him? No good will come from it but the quick alright he gives widens your gaze. Alright? Daryl just shrugs and nods to his bike as you wish the others safe travels and watch him straddle the seat waiting for you to join him.

There’s no denying the tension in his body as you place his bow on your back and slide your fingers across his shoulders, gripping the coiled muscles softly as you throw your leg over the seat and sink your chest into his back - listening to his breath catch in his throat. “Is this okay?” You whisper against his ear as you slide your arm around his waist - almost missing the slight nod of his head. “Hold on.” He mutters and guns the motorcycle out of Alexandria without another word.

You ride in silence as Daryl eventually relaxes his weight into your chest and you grip his shirt with your fingers - enjoying the breeze and the scenery as you roll down the highway with just the sound of the motorcycle roaring beneath you. You’re thankful Daryl agreed to let you ride with him - this is better than being in that stuffy Honda with Rick and Michonne who have their own sexual frustrations radiating off them every second of the day.

Your thoughts return to the sexy archer as he speeds down the highway sending a surge of excitement to your core - giving you the courage to lower your hold on him just an inch and splay your fingers across his tight stomach as the tension returns to his back. The thought of releasing some of his tension brings a smile to your lips as you grip him tighter and he slows the bike a notch - afraid he’s frightening you or worse, hoping it will make you loosen your hold on him.

No chance in hell, Dixon. If anything you push yourself closer, tightening your thighs around his hips and running your hand up his chest - gripping him just below his throat. The bike falters again but this time you don’t think it has anything to do with his concern for you and his back expands with a deep needed breath.

When you make it to your destination neither of you move at first and Daryl is breathing hard, your hands still clinging to his chest. “Daryl… I…” You listen to his breath catch as his name slips from your lips and then he’s angry, pushing you back before leaping from the motorcycle and glaring at you.

You’re still straddling his bike with wide eyes as he paces before you like a caged animal, grunting and everything. “Daryl.”

“Stop!”

“Stop what?” You just said his name. “Whatever the fuck this is - jus’, stop. Please…” He’s not yelling - he’s pleading with you and the sound only makes you want him more. You spread your legs slightly, allowing those damn barely there shorts to ride up your thighs even further. Daryl looks up from your legs slowly with a storm brewing in his blue eyes and the next thing you know he’s crossed the short distance and sunk a hand into the back of your hair - bringing you to his parted lips roughly as he kisses you like you’ve never been kissed before.

Teeth scraping and tongues demanding - his other hand grasps your jaw as his tongue savors every inch of your mouth leaving you gasping for air when he finally pulls away. His eyes are searching yours and then he’s mumbling something about you being so fucking sweet before he’s kissing you again.

After that second kiss there was no going back, that second kiss had you bent over his motorcycle with your chest pressed to the seat and his rough hands on your waist - thrusting into your soaked cunt so deep it had you seeing stars. “D-Daryl…” Even the slow shuffle of a nearby walker didn’t stop his pace as he lifted his bow and sunk a bolt deep into its brain before tossing it back to the ground and gripping the soft curve of your ass as you tightened around him. “F-fuck, that’s it…” That’s everything he knew this would be, gripping him so fucking tight - your soft pleas for more filling his head as your pussy suddenly gushed around him and he lost all sense of control - slamming into you so fucking hard he silently prayed you’d feel him inside of you for weeks.

“M’gonna come.” Daryl announced to the empty street as he gripped your hip with one hand and jerked his dick from deep inside of you with the other - covering your swollen cunt with ropes of white as a deep groan fell from his throat. “F-fuck.”

His desperation melts away as Daryl wraps his strong hands around you and lifts you from the motorcycle, breathing hard against your throat as he sweetly asks if you’re okay. You nod and assure him you’re better than okay before pulling your shorts up your thighs with a grin.

The look on Daryl’s face when you mentioned you never bothered with panties was one that would be burned into your memory for a long time and you knew he was thinking of all those days he silently watched you walk through Alexandria in just a dress. He thought about it so much that the next time you walked past him in town with that bright knowing smile on your lips and the soft material of your dress barely brushing against your thighs he followed you home and buried his face between your legs - staying on his knees before you until your entire body was shaking with pleasure and when he finally fucked you it was something else entirely - something soft and sweet and left a foreign emotion blooming in both of you.

An emotion that scared the shit out of Daryl and kept him away after that - away from you, from Alexandria. He spent his time in the woods after the night he fucked into you slowly and desperately and whispered how beautiful you were against your throat. Then when it all got to be to much and you were gripping him so fucking tight he lost himself inside of you - sending a panic between you both despite your assurance it would be okay.

That time had been okay but by the fourth time he returned to your door step and fucked you into oblivion your son was born nine months later, then your daughter a year after that. You’d given Daryl everything he’d ever wanted - a family, something worth protecting and the night he asked you to marry him - quietly with his son asleep across his chest and his daughter nuzzled in your arms tears filled your eyes as you kissed him until he carried the kids to their beds and returned to your waiting mouth, climbing over your perfect body as he ran his lips over every inch of you while you assured him you’d marry him right now if he wanted but right now all he wanted was to be buried deep inside of you again.

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[harry-styles-obsessed]

Silent treatment

You all seem to love the smut sooo I decided why not get ✨extra✨ smutty and give you something else(; MINORS DNI

Synopsis: Harry’s a billionaire. He’s been working 24/7 not giving you any attention like you often experience with him… one day he comes home and expects you to be all lovey dovey only to learn that you’re ignoring him… one way or another he’ll have to get your attention and earn it.

Trigger warnings: dominant harry, slight aggression, oral fem receiving, fingering, spanking, p in v, C word, edging, denial, orgasm control, degrading, kinda mean! Harry just general smutty things

©️Please do not copy or translate my work

“I’m home” his voice was loud and clear as it echoed around the silent home, usually there would be music playing or the tv on but there was nothing… only silence… “baby?” He questioned looking around “sweetheart where are you?” He checked the living room, kitchen, bathroom before headed upstairs checking all of upstairs before finding you in your and his shared bedroom “there you are my love,” he spoke with a smile gazing at you. You laid on the bed wearing a silk robe that barely covered your nude body— he stared at you, watching you read the story, him watching as your fingertips began turning the pages little by little and soon he was noticing that you were blatantly ignoring him. His brows furrowed slightly “earth to y/n?” He wore a black button up shirt that was unbuttoned at the top and black trousers to match it, his hands soon resting on his hips “alright what’s going on?” He questioned watching as your eyes eventually moved to look at him, only earning an eye roll from you before you looked back at your book.

He slowly walked closer to you before stopping just beside the bed staring down at you “you know I can get you to talk… and when I make you talk… force you to talk to me I won’t stop.” His words were menacing, underlined with a certain dangerous tone but you still continued to ignore him. He was never aggressive with you, even in bed he was rarely aggressive or even vicious but that all changed rather suddenly. He perched on the edge of the bed as he stared at you, before slowly tracing his fingertip from your exposed thigh and up to the inner seam of the nightgown that barely covered you, before with his free hand he snatched the book from you making your lips part your brows furrowing as you grew slightly annoyed before trying to snatch the book back with a few huffs and grunts only for him to toss the book onto the floor, his hand then effortlessly grabbing onto both your wrists and pinning your wrists down above your head a small gasp coming from your mouth and he stared down at you with a small smirk

“Now will you tell me what’s earned me the treatment of being ignored?” He questioned raising his brows watching as you just stared at him silently yet some excitement lingered in your eyes showing you liked where this was going, but at the same time you had no clue what he was going to do to you. You felt his free hand trace shapes into your inner thigh a shaky breath coming from you as he kept his eyes on you, before his finger trailed to your aching heat that was gradually growing wetter and wetter just from the thoughts spiralling round your head. He slowly dipped his fingertip in between your pussy lips using his index finger and thumb to slowly part them as he gazed down at you watching as you wriggled slightly a small whine coming from your lips “oh… that’s what makes you weak?” He mused with a evident smirk before he hummed still keeping a hold of your wrists not allowing you to move as he soon thrusted his long slender finger into your tight cunt, the gruelling and punishing pace of his finger thrusting in and out of you constantly at such a perfect angle making his finger touch against your G-spot over and over again, watching your reactions— all of them— the way you threw your head back and panted struggling to stay quiet as moans and whines came from you.

Soon he slipped in a second finger as he curled both fingers deep within your tight heat, your hips jolting weakly as eventually you couldn’t help but cry out his name his thumb drawing slow circles against your clit forcing your hips to buck over and over, the pleasure forcing the sounds and cries from you as you moaned his name. “There we go… not so quiet after all hm? Told you, you couldn’t stay quiet. I know how to make you tick.” His lips curled upwards in a small grin as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. The pace of his fingers and the delicate curl of his fingers that drove you utterly insane had your walls clenching down around his fingers over and over again, and upon hearing your moans and whines grow louder and the way your walls massaged his fingers and twitched against them he didn’t stop- no- he continued going

“You want to cum, hm?” He cooed to you watching as you nodded “oh yeah? Yeah I’m sure you do darling… do you think you deserve to cum?” He continued thrusting his fingers in and out of you keeping up the quick pace watching as you nodded pathetically before he without much warning pulled his fingers from your drenched hole. “Well, I beg to differ sweetheart. Only good girls get to cum.” He spoke simply as you whined and whimpered, your thighs trembling ever so slightly.

“If you talk to me I’ll let you cum.” He spoke teasingly and you whimpered “why, were you giving me the silent treatment, hm?” He asked softly but he had a pretty good idea. “Is it because you’re a fucking slut in need of a good fucking?” His words made you whimper and you nodded your head over and over again “oh is that so you naughty girl” he chuckled softly “please- please need to cum.. need to feel good… please Harry… please..” he tutted slightly as he stared at you before he slowly let go of your hands but your wrists remained weakly laid against the pillow, before he slowly leaned in closer to you “no.” He spoke softly as he shook his head, denying you of it before he stood up from the bed analysing you- studying all of you before he smirked slightly

“Roll over. Onto your tummy.” He demanded, watching as you just remained still and he stared at you unimpressed “three, two–“ and finally you obeyed rolling onto your tummy. He then knelt down onto the bed his large hands slowly stroking over your ass cheeks slowly and gently “you want my attention…. Is that your issue? Needy for my attention and love?” He spoke watching you nod and he hummed “use your words.” He demanded. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” You cried out and he smiled “right…” he trailed off hands continuing to stroke against your ass cheeks gently, the silence deafening as he remained silent for a few moments before finally bringing his hand down against your ass cheek smacking your ass hard, the harshness of it leaving a very visible red handprint as you whimpered Harry doing the exact same thing again in the same exact place making you moan “oh my pretty girl likes being spanked does she? Oh of course you do. Such a dirty pathetic slut.”

You moaned heavily as he continued to slap your ass multiple times, before he aimed his hits from where your asscheek met your thigh- slapping against the little crease watching as you jumped, only for a moan and cry to leave your lips, Harry chuckling softly “oh such a good girl hm?” His light spanks continued raining down against your skin until your ass was almost bright red. He smoothed his hands against the marks against your ass and smiled listening to you whimper as he soothed the stinging skin, but that didn’t last long as without much warning he pulled you so your hips were dangling off of the edge of the bed, and he easily flipped you around so you were now looking at him “harry please I need to cum. Please.. I can’t take it anymore..” you moaned out desperately.

“Y/n… I want you to beg me… beg me and maybe I’ll let you cum this time.” He spoke and you nodded fervently “don’t stop begging.” He spoke simply before his lips and tongue attached to your clit, beginning to suck the bud in between his lips suckling against it as he flicked his tongue against the bundle of nerves watching as your hips twitched desperately a cry leaving your lips as you panted “please! Please! I want to cum! Please! I’ll be a good girl for you! Please!” You began begging over and over again, mindlessly, not thinking straight as the pleasure overwhelmed your head your breathing heavy as you squeezed your eyes shut your walls clenching around nothing as he continued to lather his tongue all over your hungry pussy. As his tongue continued teasing against your clit, he lifted his head stopping the pleasure making you cry out “shhh…. Y/n reach down. Fuck yourself with your fingers.” Harry demanded and as if a puppeteer was controlling your hand you dipped your hand down to your aching pussy. He watched as your fingers began thrusting deep within your cunt over and over again your hips jerking as your moans grew louder, he just watched as you toyed with yourself, his hand drawing circles into your clit as you continued moaning desperately. You were a mess for him and Harry loved it… he loved how messy you were for him and as your moans grew louder and he watched your pussy clenched around your fingers he quickly grabbed your wrist forcing it to halt, stopping your movement

“How badly do you need to cum?” He spoke teasingly, and you whimpered “so bad please… please… I’ll let you do anything… please!” Harry’s cock twitched in his pants and he clenched his jaw slightly before humming “good response.” He then pulled your hand from your pussy and instead replaced it with his own, his long fingers pumping in and out of you at a merciless pace as his tongue and lips began toying with your clit as screams of euphoria began leaving your lips, your sensitive clit even more sensitive from him toying with it his movement remaining fast as your body reacted to each feeling “c’mon.. c’mon… cum on my fingers… c’mon… cum right fucking now” he demanded watching you come undone right beneath him, your jaw slackening as you tilted your head back your breathing heavy as a sharp moan left your lips your hips bucking into his mouth as he fucked you through your orgasm a slight bead of sweat on your forehead as you panted your eyes rolled back into the back of your head your breathing fast as you tried to calm yourself down.

Harry’s fingers eventually halted but he didn’t pull them out only curling them slowly into you over and over again constantly playing with you “you want my cock?” He asked you knowing how fuzzy your hearing was, but still you nodded desperately and he chuckled “oh my pathetic sweet darling…” he hummed out “so needy for my cock. Want me to fucking overstimulate you hm? Until you’re screaming… until you’re messy? Yeah? Oh I’ll do that just for you.” He hummed out the lewd words only turning you on further, hearing the sound of material hitting the floor before feeling his hard cock press just between your thighs, the tip of his cock teasing against your pussy lips before he began edging himself in, letting out a low groan as he began slowly fucking into you, little by little until his hips were pressed against yours, rocking lightly against you as you moaned in pleasure his moans and groans soft as he lowered his head down taking your nipple between his lips as he swirled his tongue around it, nipping at it gently as your hips bucked into his. He was ravenous for you.

Soon he had kissed you deeply just as he picked up the pace, thrusting in and out of you at a merciless pace your lips parted against his as you groaned into his mouth, crying out in pleasure, Harry taking that as his chance as he slipped his tongue into your mouth— the both of you making out as he fucked you long and hard. Eventually he pulled back from the kiss, leaving a gentle but long line of saliva trailing from both your lips before it snapped and faded away as he leaned his head back, his thrusts grew harder and faster the sound of skin hitting against skin and lewd sounds echoing around the room being the only thing heard before eventually his hips jolted as you both orgasmed, his thrusts being slightly sloppy as he moaned before he kissed you again deeply keeping his lips pressed against yours as he breathed heavily, before finally pulling back “fuck… such a good girl… fucking hell… knows how to make me feel good hm…” he began trailing kisses against your neck, remaining inside of you as he just laid against your naked body, both of you nude and sweaty as he gripped onto you, his kissing soothing and loving his breathing slowly calming down before he let out a soft hum “I love you so much… but don’t ever ignore me again…” he chuckled out softly “or do… I quite liked this.” He spoke with a small smirk and you smiled lazily, leaning up to kiss his lips “I love you too…”

You both stayed in that position for a while, Harry allowing your tight pussy to massage his cock in the best ways. He could’ve stayed with you like this forever… in fact he intended to. When he fucked you like this he knew you weren’t just made for him but your body was made for him too.. maybe he was far too possessive but you were all his and he wouldn’t ever get bored of fucking you ruthlessly over and over.

[cyarskaren52]

[mirusuchanne]

⌕Beach and a bikini - Theodore Nott

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, desperation, mention of smoking, fingering under water, unprotected sex, trying to hold in moans while others are watching.

A/N: girlies are thirstier in the summer, so I'm giving you the smuttiest smut, enjoy!

Summer vacation with lots of fun, with tiny bikinis which barely covered five percent of your body was all fun and games for you. But not for one specific person. He didn't like others seeing the body he just fucked , the body he pleasured in an inhumane way just a couple of days ago. You were avoiding him, since you didn't want any bruises on your body with those tiny bikinis on. It would be really embarrassing for you, so you kept away from him and his touches.

Well, he had enough. You were splashing water towards Pansy and giggling, you were both having fun. Lorenzo and Blaise joined you too, hitting you with enormous waves. You jumped back at the sudden mass of water Zabini threw at you. Your hair got all wet, you shot up from water and gasped, sliding your hands down your hair.

It was silent, until Blaise said:

"Well, that was hot"

"Oh, shut the fuck up, I know" you answered as you felt someone's sharp, direct look. It almost burnt your skin. You looked at the shore, just to see Theo dressed in a fancy suit above a beach shirt (typical Italian man) , smoking a cigarette and looking at you with darkened eyes. His jaw was clenched, muscles tense and the eyes spoke the words of danger.

"Join us, Nott!" Lorenzo yelled as he saw him too.

You knew he was desperate, 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦. He turned into a villain without you. Cigarette was his second favourite thing: you were his first favorite thing to smoke, more directly- to suck on and to swallow everything from. For him, you were more addicting than nicotine.

With a swift motion, but also painfully slowly, he took the last puff out of his cig and threw it between the rocky sand. Then he took off his shirt, revealing the body of a Greek god, following his trousers- he already had swim shorts on. Well, he knew what he was doing. He decided to join you in the water, and there was no way you could escape him that moment. He started walking towards the water, not even flinching to the dead cold water, not stopping to ease the cold, just moving directly towards you. You gulped from fear and tiny bit of excitement. When the water got deeper, he swam right next to you as you felt his hand slide down on your waist. Right, teasing.

Pansy and the boys went on with playing. You were dead silent.

"Missed me, principessa?" He asked quietly and chuckled. "You thought I was going to sit in the corner like a puppy-" he groaned and squeezed your ass "-and fantasize about fucking you, hmm? You thought I was not going to do anything? Huh?" He squeezed you harder, until you couldn't breath even though his hands were only on your ass and thighs. "Oh, you forgot how to talk now?" His accent got heavier. He was up to something, and you quickly realized that when his fingers went down your panties.

You bit my bottom lip to prevent a whimper escaping your lips. "T-theo" you mumbled. Your mind was gone all blank. He was drugging you with his touch, in the water, in front of everyone. "Please" you whispered and closed your eyes.

"Is something wrong?" Pansy asked. You felt his hot breath on your neck.

"No, I'm alright" you mumbled. "I'm just.. Seasick?"

"You're fucking stupid" Pansy laughed and turned back to the boys, shooting a water at them.

"Looks like you're enjoying all this, huh?" He whispered and softly bit the sensitive area behind your ear. "Getting fingered under the water in such a tiny bikini? Holding in your moans for me? you don't deserve such treatment, principessa, but here I am, making you go crazy for me. My service also works under the water, you know that now"

The harsh and dirty talk in between his tough thursts really made you go crazy. "Ngghhhh~" it was really all you could say, and biting your lip and pinching your eyes shut was all you could do. He adjusted second finger, and quickly, third.

"Oh, I didn't know getting fucked in front of others was one of your sexual fantasies" he whispered again, and you couldn't bear it anymore. Overstimulation suddenly hit you, your stomach curled in a circle and you were suddenly going to explode from all the teasing. He felt that too, he knew you better than you knew yourself. Suddenly, he pulled out and slid his hand out of you bikini underwear. You groaned in disbelief and desperation.

He slowly took his hand out of water and sucked on his fingers softly. Blaise looked at him in confusion, and Theodore added:

"Water is tasty in here" with a dirty little smirk on his face. He looked at you up and down and you frowned in anger, swimming away to leave the water. When you finally escaped the cold water, you realized that you couldn't walk properly. That fucker made you forgot how to walk just with his three fingers.

You furiously entered the changing cabin on the beach. It also had a shower, so you let the water pour on your face and body. You closed your eyes and relaxed, your mind suddenly shifted to what just happened. Suddenly, you heard someone's deep voice:

"Look who forgot to lock the door" shit, you had forgotten it. Or, maybe you did it on purpose so Theodore would join you? You didn't really think of that, you were already making out with him roughly and desperately. He squeezed your ass and removed your bikini, looking at your breasts with admiration. He kissed one of your boob passionately, and gently stroked the other.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you" he said and his words sent vibrations to your skin, going down your spine like a cold air. Water was pouring on both of you, you cought his hair and ran your fingers though it. "Baby, keep going" you moaned as he went down your core and slid his tongue across your folds. You gasped in pleasure.

He started eating you out like a desert. His desire to taste you had grown stronger and stronger, and you could see it too.

"Spread you legs" he demanded and you did so. With a sharp motion, his shaft was already moving back and forth against your cunt, and without you even realizing, he slammed in his full length. You turned into a moaning mess, feeling as your walls tightened around his member. His motions were slow from the start so you could get accustomed to his length, but then he went wild. The sound of your skins clapping went louder and louder, his groans got more and more desperate, and motions faster and faster. That was all you yelled. "𝘍𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳.. 𝘕𝘨𝘩𝘩𝘩~ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳!~"

And he followed your command. He was close, and you were too. Finally, he pulled out and shoot his erection on your ass, rubbing it on your skin.

"Fuck, we should take this to the hotel room before you fully forget how to walk, principessa" you felt his hot chuckle against your skin, and you nodded with loud, exhausted breathing escaping your lips.

"I'll have to wear bigger bikinis now, I probably have lots of brusises" you sighed and took his hand to straighten yourself.

[cyarskj1899]

Mind you people say Kanye is acting out to this very day cause he lost his mom years and years ago. Megan hasn’t even gotten a fraction of that grace!

everyone cares about mental health when it comes to Kanye and excuses his antics. You can find articles about his guilt surrounding her death in 2023!!!

but Meg must take full personal responsibility regardless. Megan lost her mom even younger than he did. We don’t see black women as human.

[cyarsk5230]

"Girls' girl behavior" got me screaming

[kcyars99]

Clock it !!! He’s a fucking rapist.

And yet some men will try to justify it , where is my bear choosing ladies at

A person who is drunk like completely drunk should not be taken advantage of by predators.

the fact she became friends with him because he brought up he also lost his mother he targeted her and uses his mothers death as a way to manipulate a trauma bond and then he ended up harming, abusing and tormenting her im beyond pissed

[cyarsk52-20]

Like all sociopaths who are also abusers, he didn’t show any remorse for harming the victims even after he’s punished, and he consistently plays the victim card every time

[ccwolfwrites]

The Lifeline, on Wattpad and ao3.

[sturniololvrrs]

Mad?

I was upset the entire day when my boyfriend Matt barely talked to me when he was away for tour, not even a "hi", he and his brothers returned to LA this dawn while I was I figured when I woke up to Matt cuddling with me. I smiled in relief but remembered about him barely even texting me, so I slowly lift his arm off of me and got to the bathroom to brush my teeth. before I got to step out the room Matt called to me. "awake already baby?", I look back a him and give him a cold nod before finally stepping out the room. I got to the bathroom and noticed Matt following me, as I was brushing my teeth he gave me a tight hug from behind and put his face on my shoulder. "why are you so grumpy this early in the morning." he says with a soft voice and looked up at me. I clearly couldn't answer since I was brushing my teeth, so I looked at him and raised an eyebrow in a way that says "I am?", "you know you are" he says with a chuckle and kissed my cheek before letting go of me and walking out the bathroom.

it is now noon, two of our friends invited us and matt's brothers to lunch. we all went to our lunch location and met up with our friends when we see an unfamiliar face, we greet each other as our two friends, Madi and Lana introduce the stranger, "this is Kyle my cousin, he's joining us for lunch today since I felt bad leaving him alone in the house" Madi states. we all greet Kyle and make him feel like he belongs. while we were eating I notice Kyle keep staring at me and taking glances, maybe it's because I wore a tight shirt and my boobs were popping out. Matt seemed to notice since he randomly placed his hand on my thigh and squeeze it hard. I didn't do anything about it, I like it when he's mad and jealous, knowing he would fuck his madness out using me made me excited. I was still acting dry to him this entire day, I don't feel guilty at all. finally our lunch came to an end, we all hug our friends, including Kyle.

when we were on the way back home Nick and Chris asked to be dropped off the mall since they needed new shoes, Matt did so and now it's just the two of us. the entire ride home was silent after they left. we now arrived home, Matt got out of the car first, I got out after him. I was about to pull out my phone when Matt suddenly grabbed my arm and threw me off the couch, pinning me down. "why are ignoring me all day?" he says coldly, eyes staring into my soul. "what do you mean? I wasn't ignoring you" I reply. " yeah but you barely talked to me the whooole day" his grip on my arm tightening. "yeah but you barely texted me your whooole tour!" "I was busyyou know that!" "yeah but not even a hi how are you? how busy were you?!" I exclaim. but he didn't answer, just staring at my tits popping out. "are you even listeni-" Matt interrupted me by kissing me aggressively on the lips, still pinning me down. "m- Matt I mumble, I can barely breath because of his aggressive kissing, he lets go of and his polo, he pulls away from the kiss and tugs my shirt, I signal him yes, how could I resist? I was soaked the entire time he was confronting me.

he begins to take off my shirt "i don't care if you're mad, I'm gonna fuck you until that attitude of yours drips out of you" he says, his voice hungry for sex, he takes off my bra and starts to suck on my boobs, his other hand trailing down to my shorts, slowly taking it off. he sucked on my tits until he leaved a red purplish mark, he looked at it, proud of what he "turn around" he says as he takes off his belt. i just stared at him, "do you want me to fuck you or no?". the slut that I am, I immediately turn around, my ass facing him, he continues to undress himself while I waited, I still had panties on since he only took off my shorts. now he was fully naked, he rubbed my pussy through my panties which made me let out a whimper. "you're soaking wet for me already he slaps my ass hard which made me moan and scream at the same time, he finally takes off my panties, he kept rubbing my clit softly which made me grow more impatient. "I was just mad at you a few minutes ago, your big slutty tits distracted me" without warning, he slips his index and middle finger in me, making me moan he scoffs, "listen to your voice, you're talking back to me when this is how I make you sound" he takes off his fingers and slapped my ass again.

he started to rub his tip on my entrance, he stuck his tip in and out of me while he bit his lip looking at it. after a few seconds he finally puts his whole dick in, which made me scream and moan. "t-too big Matt" I stutter. before I knew it he started pounding into me "are you sure? cause you're taking me very well right here" he moans as he keeps thrusting. he leans over to my ear, still at the same pace. "you talk back to me like that I'll fuck you dead do you hear me?" I struggle to speak when all that ever came out when I opened my mouth was moans and whimpers. "y-yes" i manage to say, "yes who?" he grunts "y-yes da-ddy, ohh f-fuck" I throw my head back in "good girl" he picks up his pace, chasing his release. my eyes widen at his unreal speed, I moan and scream his name non stop. I feel a knot forming in my stomach as his tip pounds on my cervix. "f-fuck daddy too f-fast" I say in a high pitched tone and weakly, he pants "you know you can take it like the slut you are." he harder and faster, making my moans louder and broken, "are you still mad,huh?" he says as he pounds harder. I couldn't answer since he was fucking me too fast, I bury my face on the couch just for him to pull my hair. "answer me you little slut" he says as he pants. "n-no da-ddy" I moan louder as my orgasm builds up. "can 1 c-cum?" I ask him weakly as I clench around him. "ohh f-fuck you're so fucking tight, yes yes go ahead." after hearing him say yes the knot in my stomach immediately snap as I squirt around his cock. Matt didn't stop pounding as he was chasing his own release. trying to help him, I clench around him so tight making him whimper and throw his head back. "ah fuck, I'm so close I'm so close" he says whining and whimpering. "FUCK I'm gonna, I'm gonna cum!" he yells out and whimpers one last time before finally releasing in me. "ohhh fuckk." he pants for a before pulling out.

he flops on the couch, with me. "you did so good baby" his voice turned soft as he kissed me. he bites my bottom lip before pulling away "you still mad?" he says teasingly. "fuck no" I chuckle. "was I too rough?" he asks, worried. "no and you know I like it when you're rough, your so fucking hot" we both chuckle as we lay there for a minute before going to the bathroom to wash up.

hi this is my first ever fanfic if there's any mistakes please remind me I'm too lazy to read it all over again lol. English isn't my first language so I hope yall are okay if there's any grammatical mistakes. I hope y'all like it! xo sturniololvrrs💋

[karinamariee]

sweet

pairing: drew starkey x fem!reader

warnings: smut w no plot, mdni!!

a/n: idk what i’m doing w my life😭i also rushed that’s why it’s so short. I HATE THIS!!

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“fuck yeah,” whispered drew quietly as he pounded into you not so quietly. you had nothing to say, nothing was coming out of your mouth, you couldn’t even moan. everything was just so overwhelming. the way his dick would squelch inside you made your toes curl.

“i love you, i love you,” you moaned loudly. drew lowered himself on his elbows, both of them trapping you in between, but the way your legs laid on his shoulders, him hitting the right spot, you could care less. your arms moved to his back, nails digging into the white skin.

“you feel so good,” said drew. “so fuckin’ good.”

he moved his hand down to your clit, circling the bud slowly, making your arch back. your eyes crossed and moved to the back of your head. you could feel your orgasm getting close.

“you’re so fuckin’ sweet,” groaned drew. you heard his breath on your neck. he went quicker, trying not to cum too quickly. he would rather wait for you.

“right there,” you moaned, “just like that.”

he picked up the pace. you could hear him groaning in your neck as you came silently. it was too good to make you say anything. your toes curled and uncurled as it was overstimulating you.

“just like that,” drew said. “this pussy is so fuckin’ sweet.”

[junkpuppet225]

warning: smut, p in v, oral female receiving, cursing - all the good stuff. 18+ Minors DNI Readers younger by half. Daddy issues not mentioned. Richie’s a ghost simp. Doesn’t stop Richie from sending out the goons. Nobody fucks with pookie.

word count: lots plus there’s gonna be more.

summary: You and Richie have been working together for a while now and you knew better than to hookup with him but he’s just to god damn irresistible. Hooking up and arguing are what you both specialize in until something changes.

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It wasn’t Sydney who held a knife to Richie’s chest one particularly shitty day at The Original Beef of Chicagoland - it was you but you’d never be so cruel as to bring up his daughters name in an argument so when he makes his usual smart ass remark (about who only knows what) and you turn your knife on him he doesn’t call you a bitch. He calls you sweetheart and that’s much worst. Even if you secretly love the pet name it sets you off when he says it because it isn’t just for you. He calls every pretty girl that crosses his path sweetheart and the thought narrows your eyes further.

“Oh—-, you gonna stab me sweetheart?”

“Fuck you Richie.”

“You wish.”

“Such a smart ass.” You snap and slam the knife down on the counter so you don’t accidentally (or purposely) slit his throat. That night after everyone’s gone home and he’s fucking you senseless against the biting brick of the wall in the alley behind the restaurant you make sure to pull his hair - hard but like typical Richie it just turns him on more as he moans against your throat.

“You wanna hurt me sweetheart?” His words are soft against your skin - sending a shiver of pleasure to your core as he lifts your hips to sink into you deeper and a gasp escapes you. You loosen your fingers from the back of his hair gripping his shoulders as he thrust into you deeply, warm lips brushing against your throat. “‘Cause you’re makin’ me feel so fuckin’ good.”

Richie buries his face in the bend of your shoulder with a groan, feeling you tighten around him as a deep moan rattles in his chest and you cling to him. “That’s it sweetheart, f-fuck—-, that’s it… feels so fucking good baby.”

Your fingers return to his hair tugging gently this time as he lifts his ocean eyes to yours. The emotions swirling in his beautiful gaze don’t belong here - you are not trying to fall in love with some middle aged man in the back alley of a sloppy ass sandwich shop but you can’t bring yourself to hurt him again, keeping your grip in his hair light as he fucks up into you desperately - coming a moment later with a whimper against your lips.

Then he helps you down to your feet, even helps you adjust your clothes and runs a hand into your soft hair as he studies you before he’s pulling a cigarette out and lighting it quickly. You stand beside him sharing the smoke for another minute and then without even a see you tomorrow you’re headed to The L alone.

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“Okay there we go. Thats better. That’s a good picture.”

Monday morning Tina’s studying a photo on Richie’s phone that’s apparently of the woman he took out on a date over the weekend and you can’t help but roll your eyes as you slip behind him grasping his hip as he steps back into you accidentally.

“Behind.”

“Shit—-, sorry sweetheart.” Richie mutters - all but ignoring you as Tina assures him his date has nice eyes and you storm through the kitchen forcing yourself not to listen to his reply as you disappear out front to restock the napkins. Why do you care if Richie goes on a date? You don’t want to date him. You don’t even want to talk to him you silently assure yourself slamming the napkin holder a little too hard as the corner catches your finger and you growl in frustration.

In the kitchen Richie is still going on and on about his date as Sydney and Tina try to work around him each becoming more frustrated by the minute. “No sense of humor, ya know? Even worse she’s got no sense of Chicago history.” Richie mutters glancing to the front as he spots you standing with your finger in your mouth - eyebrows pulling together as you study the small bruise forming on its tip. The way the bright morning sun shines through the front glass cast you in warm light - illuminating your gaze as it lifts to him slowly.

“She does have beautiful eyes though.” He assures himself - no longer thinking about the drab woman who sat across from him Saturday night with no personality wearing too much perfume.

“Five minutes till open chefs.” Carmy mutters in passing as you return to the kitchen doing your best not to look at Richie. You don’t have it in you to argue with him because if he brings up his date you’ll lose what little grasp you have on your feelings for him and possibly stab him or burst into tears or both at the thought of him spending time with another woman. “You good, chef?” Carmy asks quietly, giving you his full attention as you nod - turning your face to his as a smile pulls at your lips.

Carmy is cute and sweet, even chill - for the most part. You wouldn’t have to argue with him everyday just to get something from him. Plus he’s way closer to you in age - so why does the loud mouthed grandpa standing a few feet away make you feel weak every time he glances your way? Fuck.

“Yes chef. I’m good.”

“Good.”

A soft laugh escapes you at Carmy’s awkwardness then you glance up to Richie who’s glaring at you now. You let your eyes sweep over his handsome face then down his chest to focus on his strong hands - both clenched tightly at his sides as the plastic in his iPhone pops with the intense pressure.

“Can you prep giardiniera today?”

“Yes, chef.” You say to Carmy, the words barely slipping from your parted lips as he thanks you with a kind smile and moves on through the kitchen. Ten minutes later everyone’s focused on their tasks except for Richie - who is never really focused on anything it seems and he’s standing behind you bent slightly so his words are yours and yours alone. “What’s up with all this yes chef - right away chef bullshit?” He whispers against your ear as you continue to slice green peppers - focusing on your hands to keep from losing a finger. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh you know exactly what I’m talking about sweetheart. What kinda shit are you trying to pull? You think he can fuck you better than me?”

You stop chopping and turn your eyes up to his quickly. You knew better than to hook up with a coworker - especially a fucking man-child like Richie Jerimovich but something about him gets under your skin in the best possible way and as much as you fucking hate his ass you can’t seem to get enough.

“You must think I’m a real whore, huh?” You whisper and watch his own eyes go wide. He actually looks hurt then a flash of regret fills his troubled gaze as you return to the task your BOSS assigned to you.

“Hey? I don’t think that.” Richie says quickly - his eyes burning into your back as you try to ignore him, wiping at your left eye with the back of your hand to remove the tear that betrays you. “Y/N. I don’t fucking think that.”

“Yeah. Okay.” You mutter keeping your back to him. You don’t want to fight today. No one here wants to listen to you to argue like you’ve been married for forty years. You want to be good at this job - for Mikey. He saw potential in you when no one else did. Richie said you were to young to work here and Carmy was a thousand miles away in New York. You want Carmy to look at you with respect like he did this morning - you want someone to fucking look at you like you’re more than a piece of ass to be used to their liking.

Arguing with Richie every day isn’t going to make that happen. “Yo, cousin? Two minutes till open. You good?”

Richie doesn’t acknowledge Carmy and he doesn’t take his eyes off of you while you continue to chop vegetables like it’s your life’s mission. Thankfully he doesn’t say anything else - storming away a minute later when he realizes you aren’t going to engage in any of his bullshit today. You keep your head down as Carmy passes you to go into Mikey’s office.

You guess it’s his office now.

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Richie doesn’t speak to you for the rest of your shift and you actually manage to get everything you need done before midnight, gathering your things from your shared locker as you head to the back entrance to leave. Much to your dismay Richie is leaning against the wall with the door cracked, blowing the exhale of his cigarette into the back alley. When you look past him all you see is a steady sheet of rain so thick you cant even make out his car parked a few feet away.

“Really coming down out there.” Richie mutters keeping his eyes cast down as a sigh escapes you. It’s summer so it’s a warm but that doesn’t mean you want to drown on your way home. You don’t want to stay here either though so you take a step closer to Richie and pray it slacks off by the time you bum a few hits from his smoke.

“Let me give you a ride home, yeah?”

The last time he gave you a ride home you didn’t even make it to the front seat of his Honda as he buried one hand in your hair and guided you to the back seat with the other. A minute later you were propping your head up on a car seat with Richie’s face buried between your legs.

“…my best behavior. I promise.” Richie is saying as you’re pulled from the memory that spreads that familiar warmth only he can provide through your body. You open your mouth to protest as a flash of lightening brightens the night sky changing your mind and thanking him quietly. You watch him shrug off his thin hoodie and hand it to you, slipping it on over your white tank top thanking him again. He doesn’t speak until he’s sitting behind the wheel of his car with water dripping in his eyes, damp hands gripping the steering wheel nervously.

“Y/N. About earlier…”

“Richie.” You’re tired - physically and mentally and you still don’t want to do this today even if it’s now technically tomorrow. “Jus’…, don’t talk about yourself like that anymore okay? I don’t think that shit and it fucking bothers me that you think I do.” You sit beside him in his car wrapped in his thin zip up hoodie that shielded you from most of the rain and nod - whispering that you’re sorry. “When I saw you talking with cousin today - knowing that you and him make way more fucking sense than me and you. I….” His words die in his throat as he shakes the thought and flips on his headlights before turning to back out of the alley.

“I’m just… sorry if I ever made you think that shit Y/N.”

…and that’s more than any other guys ever given you.

Richie drives you home in silence after that as you pick at the tiny hole in the cuff of his hoodie - lifting your eyes to his once he brings the car to a stop at your apartment complex. “You wanna beer?” You whisper - not sure why your voice comes out so soft as he finds your eyes and nods. “Sure.”

So you both make your way across the wet parking lot and into the building as Richie brushes the rain water from his hair with his fingertips and you fumble for the keys you placed in the deep pockets of his hoodie - flipping on the dim kitchen light as you enter your space.

“Your place is really nice.” He assures you - looking around the quaint but tidy apartment you call home as you hand him an ice cold beer from the back of the fridge. “Thanks sweetheart.”

The term of endearment rolls off his tongue as he brings the bottle to his lips and takes a quick pull, glancing down to see what brand you have. When he looks up again you’ve tossed your keys and wallet to their designated spot on the counter and lifted yourself to the faux marble top - taking a slow drink from your own bottle.

Just outside your kitchen window a flash of lightening brightens the room followed by another roll of thunder making you idly slide closer to your company.

“It’s really coming down out there.” Richie says for the second time in thirty minutes and a laugh bubbles in your throat - it’s such an old man thing to say but for some reason you love it. You could listen to him talk about the weather and the price of oil in China all night and day. God you’ve got it bad. “What?” He asks with a grin and you assure him it’s nothing before swallowing another drink.

“So, you and cousin huh.” It’s not a question - it’s meant to come out more as a joking statement but he can’t hide the pang of hurt that fills his eyes before he’s looking away from you again. He doesn’t want you and Carmy together - Carmy is a baby, an annoying little shit - he wants you to like him. Not fucking baby bear. “That was just work shit, Richie. I don’t want him.”

You watch him laugh without humor and nod. He doesn’t believe you because why the fuck wouldn’t you want someone like Carmy? He was a forty-five year old loser with an ex-wife and a kid and no fucking chance of ever being anything but a joke. When you touch his arm his eyes only make it to your mouth, studying your words carefully as you assure him he’s the one you want.

“Y-Yeah?”

You nod and sit your bottle down beside you on the counter as he turns his body - standing between your parted legs, still fixated on your parted lips. “I told you I’d be on my best behavior, sweetheart.” Despite his words he steps closer to you - placing one hand on your hip as his eyes finally meets yours. Even with you sitting on the counter he’s still several inches taller than you so when he bends his neck to bring your lips together you recoil just enough to keep his gaze.

“I’ll stop if you want me to stop.” He whispers - his hand moving against the rough texture of your tank top before continuing past the hoodie to grasp at your waist. All you can manage is the slight horizontal shake of your head as he licks at his lips and lets his eyes fall back to yours. Suddenly there’s no air left in the room and whatever’s happening between the two of you is very different than what happens in the alley behind The Beef. This is soft and patient and fills your chest with a foreign emotion that catches in your throat.

“R-Richie?”

“Y-yeah?”

You swallow hard as he sits his own beer on the counter to your right before placing that hand on your thigh, the cold from the bottle igniting your hot skin as his palm slides into your cut off shorts and his fingers tease the crease of your leg making sure to stay outside of your panties until you give him the okay.

It’s never been like this with the two of you. The first time you hooked up you were screaming in his face a moment before he sunk his hands into your hair and backed you into Mikey’s office to fuck you on his desk. (He was never there anymore anyway - too busy with his coke and pills and bullshit Richie didn’t want to deal with.) That you could handle - messy and thoughtless and needy. This was nothing like that and it scared the shit out of you.

“What is it sweetheart?” Richie asks softly as you take in a deep breath and close your eyes focusing on the slow circles his thumb makes against the damp fabric covering your throbbing pussy. The wetness soaking through the thin fabric is driving him crazy - taking everything he has not to slip a finger inside of you.

“Touch me.” You finally whisper as his other hand moves to your collarbone, brushing the navy blue hoodie from your shoulder slowly as he inches closer to your mouth. “Okay.” He assures placing a soft kiss to your parted lips as a gasp rushes from your throat while he sinks his index finger into you slowly.

“So fucking wet for me baby.”

A moan follows along with a second finger as you scoot your hips closer to him and place your hand in his hair, brushing your fingers through the short strands as he leans his mouth into yours again - kissing you slowly, pushing his fingers into you further as yours tighten in his hair. Richie brings his thumb up to brush against your clit as you gasp into his mouth again before moaning his name against his lips.

“I love to hear you say my name sweetheart.”

You say it again as your insides begin to quake around him and you grasp his shoulders to try and steady yourself before you fall off the counter.

“I’ve got you baby. Jus’ let go and let me make you feel good, yeah?”

“Oh god… R-Richie…” It feels to good - to much as your legs begin to shake but he doesn’t slow the deep beckoning motion of his fingers causing a sudden rush of pleasure to fill your soul as you cry out and a string of profanity falls from his lips. “That’s it baby - so good for me.” You grip his hair as his own groan of pleasure follows and he finally eases his hand from your shorts - his other gripping at your throat gently as you try to pull air into your lungs.

You grasp his waist and pull him closer to your chest looking up at him with hooded eyes as you part your lips and he slips his wet fingers inside your mouth gently, eyes closing as you suck them clean and he grips your throat tighter. “So fucking good for me baby.” You can only moan in response as he pulls his fingers from your mouth to kiss you hard, sinking both hands into your hair to bring you to him. “Gonna make you come again sweetheart.”

Richie maybe a fuck boy at heart but a perk of being with an older man? He will make sure you’re completely spent before he even begins to think about his own pleasure. You’re kissing him again trying to force your tongue into his mouth as he whispers against your lips that your pussy belongs to him. That it was fucking made for him. You rest your forehead against his with a soft moan and nod slowly as he pulls at your shorts before sinking to his knees in your kitchen and buries his face between your thighs - drowning in you as your head falls back to the wall and your hand claps over your mouth to muffle the sob of pleasure that ring out through your apartment.

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Another difference between hooking up with fuck boys in their twenties and Richie Jerimovich was fuck boys call you hot while Richie spent the entire night kissing every inch of your skin whispering how beautiful you were. The only thing he has in common with the fuck boys is the ease of absolutely ghosting you the next morning and all but ignoring you for a week and a half after giving you the best sex of your life.

At first you were confused. His breath catching in his throat when you touched his chest to stop him in the kitchen of The Beef the next day asking if you did something wrong. He laughed and assured you everything was cool but you knew he regretted all the shit he’d whispered to you in the darkness of your bedroom.

Such a good girl for me Y/N.

You’re fucking beautiful.

Keep these pretty eyes on me baby.

F-fuckk—-, Y/N I love… this. Love you… the way you make me feel baby.

Whatever. Over the next week Tina asks you several times if everything’s okay between you and Richie because you don’t argue anymore. Richie barely speaks to you now and when a guy you met on Tinder comes in for a sandwich and a kiss Richie doesn’t even slow his loud conversation with one of the locals - doesn’t glance your way as Zach an obvious douche bag sinks his bulky hands into your hair and all but drags you across the counter to deepen your goodbye kiss.

“Damn, sweetheart. He’s an aggressive one.” Richie says with a laugh and his pal joins in like it’s the funniest shit ever uttered into existence as you make your way back into the kitchen feeling the heat creep into your cheeks. Later that night when everyone is gone but the two of you and Carmy - who sits in his office thumbing through overdue bills - Richie stands closer to you than he has in weeks - clearing his throat to mutter something about being sorry if things got weird between the two of you. When you assured him everything is cool he grins searching your eyes for any sign of the truth.

“Jus’ been busy with the kid and work and shit.”

What he doesn’t say is you falling asleep on his chest that night and waking up with you in his arms the morning after the best sex of his life left a feeling inside of him he’d never felt before. Not even with the mother of his child. So he kissed the crown of your head and got the fuck out of there before he ruined your life.

That was the only thing he was good at - ruining people’s lives.

“Richie, it’s fine.”

“Y-yeah I know. I just uh… yeah. I’m gonna head out… you uh, need a ride?”

You lift your eyes to Richie’s and force a sweet smile. That’s the last thing you need from him. No good will come from it. “I’m good, thanks.” You had to stop fucking this man before you wind up letting him break your heart. “Alright. Be safe getting home, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You assure and smile brighter as he continues to gaze into your eyes for another long minute then heads towards the back of the restaurant to leave. Thankfully Richie is still standing beside his car smoking when you burst through the back door to the alley watching him lift his blue eyes quickly as you all but run to him - standing on your tip toes to slide your hands into the back of his hair and bring him down to your desperate kiss.

This time wasn’t like last time. This time was rough and messy and what you needed from him but Richie still had that lost look on his face as he laid you out over the hood of his car and fucked into you roughly, gripping your hips as you tried to muffle your moans. “Fuck—- Y/N. Pussy’s so tight baby, let me hear you sweetheart - hear how good I make you feel.”

You cry out as he hits that perfect spot deep inside of you over and over until you’re coming undone around him desperately, gripping the hood of his car as he squeezes your hips. The sounds coming from deep in his chest are primal - nearly growling as he leans down and kisses the back of your neck, slipping an arm around you to bring you closer to his chest. “You feel so fucking good Y/N.” He groans out grasping the hair at the nape of your neck. “…missed this so much.” He kisses your neck again to stop his mindless rambling before he tells you he fucking loves you and sends you running from his arms. “You’re taking me so good sweetheart. Gonna make me come inside this perfect fucking pussy—- yeah?”

“Y-yeah. Richie…, please…”

“Beg me to come inside you baby. Tell me how much you fucking want it.”

“Please! God…, please… Richie…”

Richie closes his eyes tightly from the sounds you’re making - biting at your shoulder to keep from whispering how much he loves doing this with you - how much he fucking loves you. “F-Fuck Y/N. So fucking good.” Shaking the thought again he talks you through your second orgasm telling you how beautiful you are and how pretty your moans sound as you tighten around his cock making him come a second later with a deep groan.

You wish you could say things got better after that - that you both grew up and confessed your deep-seated feelings for one other and Richie took you out on a date and stopped fucking you like a two-bit whore in alleys and backseats but instead the next day he answers his cellphone in the middle of the kitchen surprised the dull girl Tina says has pretty eyes wants another date.

“Hey. Y-yeah of course I remember—- sure. Alright, yeah. See you then sweetheart.”

You can only watch dumbfounded as he shoves his cellphone back in his pocket and glances around the kitchen to boast with Ebra and Marcus about the call back like he’s completely clueless.

Except he isn’t clueless - he’s trying to give you an out so you can have an actual boyfriend your own age who will give you everything you deserve in this world. Tina matches your expression - gaping at Richie as he grabs an apron and wraps it around his waist, laughing at nothing and asking her what her problem is. You toss the small paring knife in your hand to the counter and mutter something about taking a break - shoving past him without a word.

“What the fuck are you doing estupido?” Tina asks in passing as he turns his head in the direction you disappeared. When he opens the back door you’re sitting on a turned over crate texting on your phone like only a twenty-something can - barely glancing at the words as your thumbs move skillfully across the screen. When you’re done you pocket the phone and stand quickly - surprised to see Richie standing in your way.

“Sorry just needed some air.” You assure him trying to steady the shaking of your voice. Richie was supposed to just be a good time and now all these feelings were getting in the way of that. He can do whatever the hell he wants - he’s not your boyfriend. “Y-yeah, uh me too. You good?”

You can only answer by nodding your head as he pulls out a smoke and you share a few puffs before heading inside to finish your prep giving him your best smile as he watches you leave without a word.

The next day you’re already at work when Richie makes it in - stopping dead in his tracks as he rounds the corner into the kitchen. You’re standing at the office door laughing with Carmy about one of his dumbass Noma stories and you look fucking beautiful.

You’re wearing a brown plaid skirt that barely covers your ass with a black long sleeve shirt that dips low on your chest - a simple gold chain dangling between your breasts. The knee high boots inside of his locker suddenly make sense as he glances down to the sensible shoes you wear to keep from killing your feet. Those boots with that outfit will break men’s necks in the street. “H-hey.” He mutters to Tina and Marcus but he’s unable to look away from you - your natural beauty enhanced by the dark makeup around your eyes - bringing out the beautiful color even more. The sight of you makes his heart hammer harder in his chest as you lift your eyes to his slowly.

The smile you give Carmy can’t even wipe the dazed look from his face. “You look really nice today sweetheart.” You thank him softly and remind Carmy that you’re off early tonight before heading to the front to stock the napkins.

“Hitting the club after work?” Richie mutters coming up beside you as you laugh - maybe a little too loudly and shake your head, letting your hair fall into your eyes as you close the napkin holder carefully. “Zach’s taking me out.” You assure him with an innocent smile surprised at how well he hides his distain. “Oh yeah?”

You search his eyes for anything - jealously, regret - anything to show you that you’re more than just a piece of ass to him. “Yeah.” Richie’s face gives nothing away as he nods and hopes you have a good time.

When it’s time to go you don’t bother saying goodbye to him - who’s busy with a customer anyway - pulling your boot on as you rush out the front door to jump in Zach’s lifted F150. Richie lifts his eyes - watching as the douche bag barely gives you time to sit down before he’s pulling into oncoming traffic - his loud exhaust echoing through the street. Inside The Original Beef of Chicagoland cousin slams the register drawer hard and mutters a loud “Fuck!”

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It didn’t take you long to see what everyone else saw in Zach. He was a douche bag but you tried to will it from existence in hopes to take your mind off of your tall and confusing co-worker. It wasn’t Zach’s sporadic driving to the fast food joint or his hand gripping your upper thigh the entire time he ordered through the drive through menu - not even when he asked if you were going in half once you made it to the window. You smiled through his arrogant and constant self promotion at the bar he took you to afterward - not even when you placed another twenty on top of his dollar tip when you left.

It wasn’t until you were in the parking lot with his hands in your hair and his strong body pressing you roughly against his truck that you realized this was a huge mistake. “Thanks for taking me out tonight.” You say placing your hand to his chest to try and put some space between the two of you but your date doesn’t really get the hint. Zach barely makes you a reply as he forces his tongue back into your mouth. You press your palm into his chest firmly as he finally backs away enough to take in a needed breath.

“You’re so god damn hot.” He assures you gripping your head tighter as he tries to bring you back to his sloppy kiss.

“I uh, maybe we should go home.” That didn’t come out right. You don’t want to go home with him you just want him to take you home. “You wanna go home?” He whispers against your lips before kissing you again. “Y-yeah.”

Zach steps away from you with a smile and rounds his truck to get inside as you take a deep breath and try to calm your nerves. He rolls down the passenger window a second later and tells you to come on, muttering something about the price of gas as you pull yourself up into the truck. It won’t surprise you if he asks for gas money before the night is over.

He doesn’t - which is the highlight of your evening because instead he asks you to at least suck my dick or something as you sit in front of his apartment complex assuring him you aren’t going to come inside. After pulling away from his attempt to grope you one last time Zach grabs your jaw forcing your face back to his with a bruising grip as he shoves his tongue toward you and tries to pull you into his lap. Tell me to stop and I’ll stop sweetheart. Richie’s soft words fill your head as tears prick your eyes and you maneuver around until your knee connects nicely with Zach’s tiny man balls. He doubles over in pain like all men do and calls you a fucking bitch before telling you to find your own fucking way home.

“Fucking whore.” He snaps as you scramble out of his truck and head towards the sidewalk wrapping your arms around you tightly. Zach’s not the first guy to treat you like shit in Chicago but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t hoping he’d be a good distraction from your Jerimovich situation. Maybe you were just a glutton for punishment. You wipe at your tears as you call an Uber - thankful when they pull up to put more space between you and the douche bag Zach.

You should have just went home - that would have been the practical and mature thing to do but most twenty-three year olds were anything but practical and mature so instead you get dropped off at the bar in River North where you did karaoke with Richie, Tina and Marcus a few months ago - pushing your way through the crowd to take a seat at the bar.

It only takes ordering a double shot of tequila to forget about Zach but you drink four more trying not to think about Richie and how he always insists on licking salt from your neck when he does his tequila shots. You watch several people butcher popular songs and make sure to leave a good tip for the bartender before you push yourself from the bar to head outside to wait for your Uber. Except when your Uber driver says hello he also assures you you’re the hottest chick he’s ever seen which causes tears to well in your eyes as you cancel the service and start walking much to your feet’s dismay.

The Beef’s only six miles from the bar but by the time you’re standing at the old sign swinging above the door you don’t know if you’re crying from the pain in your jaw or your feet or everything in between. Tell me to stop and I’ll stop sweetheart. Tonight could have ended a lot worse with Zach and for what? To make Richie jealous? What was the point? The only time he even looks at you is when he’s fucking you.

“Y/N? Hey.”

Every muscle in your body jerks as Richie places his hand on your shoulder and you lose what little control you’ve had on this awful night - covering your face as a sob escapes you. “Hey. Come ‘ere. Look at me.” You turn to him slowly and bury your face in his chest so you don’t have to look at him as his arms wrap around you. “Y/N, are you alright? Look at me - please.” You’ve never heard him sound so desperate as you lift your eyes from his chest slowly and assure him you’re alright - just tired. Richie is a lot of things but he’s not stupid, bringing his fingers to your hair to tilt your face up to the street light.

Maybe someone who didn’t look at you ten hours a day every day of his fucking life would miss the three yellow bruises along your jaw but as his fingers tighten slightly in your hair you know that’s not the case here. The echo of your upbeat ringtone keeps him from having to ask as you down to the phone in your hand. You hadn’t even realized you were still holding it after canceling your Uber.

Zach’s name flashes across the screen along with several apologizing text messages asking you to come back to his place so he can explain. “Tell him you’ll be right there and to send you a pin of his place.” Richie’s words are lethal as you swipe your thumb across the screen and bring the phone to your ear.

“Hello.” Richie can feel his limbs begin to shake as he pulls his hand from your hair and listens to your conversation silently, taking in a deep breath as you tell Zach you’re at another bar and cant remember where his place is. “No, I can Uber back just send me a pin drop so I can tell the driver? Okay. Yeah I got it. Okay, it’s okay. I’ll see you soon.”

When you hang up Richie wipes the tears from your cheeks then his thumb across the faint bruise on your jaw. “Richie…, please don’t leave.”

“M‘not going anywhere sweetheart. Just lemme make a call yeah?” He says as you hand him your phone and he dials a number before lifting his eyes to yours as he brings it to his ear. “Aye. Crooked John. Yeah, Richie. It’s a burner listen I need you to take care of something for me. I’ll send you a pin drop. Lifted white truck in the lot. I appreciate you John - you come by this week yeah? Free Italian beef on me. Alright man. Later.”

You look up at Richie like he’s some kind of mafia crime boss. “Are they gonna kill him?” You ask as he returns your phone and you block Zach’s number mid ring looking back up to Richie quickly. “Depends on what the fuck he did to you.”

“Nothing. Just grabbed my face when I tried to leave. Called me a bitch when I kneed him in the nuts. Probably didn’t even hurt - big truck like that they’ve gotta be tiny.” Despite the seriousness swimming in Richie’s eyes he laughs and shakes his head, brushing his thumb against your jaw again. “Can I kiss you?”

His question catches you off guard and you can only nod as he steps closer to you placing his lips to yours gently. That’s all he intended - just a soft kiss to ease the panic that filled his chest seeing you like this but when your tongue brushes against his he’s lost in you once again.

“You gonna let me take you out on a real date sweetheart?” He asks when you pull away to catch your breath. “Tonight?” Your feet hurt and you know you must look awful from crying. He smiles as you tell him this then he assures you you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on which tightens something in your chest. “Not tonight. Tonight I’m gonna take you home - run you a bath and rub your feet for as long as you want me too. Tomorrow I’ll take you out - anywhere you wanna go beautiful.”

You smile up at him, searching his blue eyes carefully. “What about the girl with the pretty eyes?”

“What about you?” He asks lifting his eyebrow in question which causes a soft laugh to escape you. “The one that called you for a second date.” The tinge of jealously laced with your words widens Richie’s grin as he runs his fingers through your hair. “I called her back and canceled after you left. You don’t know how bad I wanted to search this fucking city for you tonight Y/N. How fucking crazy it was making me thinking about you being with someone else.”

Richie rests his forehead on yours as you assure him he’s the only person you want to be with.

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Richie drives you to his place and carries you up to his apartment easily - sparing you anymore foot pain then he keeps his promise and fills his large bathtub nearly to the top before helping you out of your clothes so you can sink into the hot water. “You uh want something to drink? I’ve got beer and maybe some capri-suns, they’re pretty good.”

The eight shots of tequila make you giggle as he disappears returning with two capri suns. It doesn’t take much to convince him there’s plenty of room for both of you in the tub - watching him shed his clothes quickly and join you at the opposite end before demanding your foot with strong hands.

Richie warns you about the soft moans you’re making between sips of fruit punch as he massages the arch of your foot thoroughly - grinning at the way you squirm when he touches a certain spot. After another minute of tortuous bliss you pull your foot from his grasp and move across the tub being careful not to slosh water to the floor until you’re straddling his lap with your hands on his face - kissing him deeply as his soapy arms glide up your back to pull you in closer.

He can’t help but to return you kiss for a moment before remembering the shit you’ve been through tonight - leaning his head back to gaze into your eyes as you take in a quick breath.

“Hey. We don’t havet’a do this - we can jus’….” A groan escapes him as you glide your naked body over his and a little water sloshes over the edge of the tub. “It’s okay - I want to…, want you to erase every memory of that jag-off from existence.” You assure him softly as his fingers grasp the back of your head and bring you back to his parted lips. He kisses you intensely, savoring every inch of your mouth with his slow tongue and you sink your weight to his lap running your wet fingers through his hair.

“I can do that easy sweetheart but not like this. I’m a fuckin’ old man remember? Can’t risk breaking a hip.”

The laugh that rushes from your throat narrows his eyes at first before his smile fills your soul and you kiss him again. “Lemme wash your hair.” Richie murmurs against your lips as you nod and grasp the edge of the tub, turning so your back is against his chest and he grabs an oversized fast food cup from the corner dipping it into the water quickly before running the warm water over your head. A minute later you’re moaning again - from his fingers in your hair, massaging the shampoo into your scalp as you sink back into his chest with a groan. When Richie finishes with your hair he peppers soft kisses along your shoulder letting his palm run over your chest with a deep groan.

“You are so perfect sweetheart. Everything about you.” He whispers against your throat making you sigh from his sweet words. Why you ever thought someone like Zach could hold a candle to Richie is beyond you but all this could easily go away again. Richie is a bipolar old man who doesn’t really know what he wants in life. “I don’t want you to ghost me tomorrow.” You whisper suddenly - stopping his mouth at your jugular. “Ghost you?”

“Not talk to me at work or… treat me like you don’t want me.” The hard length of his cock against your ass is assurance that he wants you. “I… I don’t mean to do that. I just look at you and can’t figure out why you wanna be with someone like me. You deserve someone better than me sweetheart.” You turn your face to meet his eyes and frown at the thought.

“I think you’re perfect for me.”

Your eyes close as he smiles against your throat, trailing his kiss back to your shoulder as he mutters something about taking you to bed now. You shift your body to stand from the tub and he follows grabbing you the oversized towel he brought from the hallway closet before joining you.

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“Look at this shit.” Richie says with a laugh, never slowing the delicate strokes of his fingers along your spine as you lift your head from his chest to glance at his cellphone. Crooked John has sent a text message - a picture of Zach’s lifted F150. Except now every piece of glass on the truck is busted, windshield - windows, headlights and it’s sitting on four flats. “Holy shit.” You mutter unable to hide your grin. “Asshole deserves worse that’s for sure.”

You lay your head back to Richie’s chest and run your palm over his torso to pull him closer to you. “Thanks Godfather.” You assure with a quiet laugh making his fingers stop suddenly. “Godfather?” He asks with a laugh. “Okay, how about mafia daddy?” You ask and lift your eyes back to his, his beautiful smile spreading across his face as he pulls you up to his kiss - running his fingers into your hair to look at you. “You’re so fucking weird.” He assures with a laugh as you lean down to kiss him again, brushing your tongue against his slowly as his body begins to stir beneath you - hands grasping at your rutting hips.

“Please don’t freak out on me Y/N but I swear I think I fucking love you.” The words rush from Richie’s lips as you take in a deep breath, eyes going wide as his hands sink into your hair. “You don’t have to say anything - it’s just what I feel every time I fucking think about you.”

All you can do is nod feeling the same way but the days been too long to process those kind of emotions tonight. “You’re so fucking beautiful baby.” Richie whispers as he searches your face before you lean into his parted lips, kissing him slowly as you resume grinding your hips against his, fingers tightening in your hair. “Ah—-, fuck sweetheart.”

A gasp escapes your throat as Richie fucks up into slowly, bringing your forehead to his as your eyes close tightly. “…feels so good Rich—-..” You assure him softly as he cuts off your words with his desperate kiss - thrusting into you again and again as the prettiest sounds fall from your lips. Despite all of the emotions running through your head and your heart you manage to not tell him you love him, not even when it’s all you can think about as he lays you on your back and fucks you into oblivion - leaving no doubt in your mind that he loves you.

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You manage not to tell him you love him until after your date - where he takes you to this quiet little place outside of River North with tiny tea light candles and the most amazing sushi you’ve ever had. You even offer to pay because only you him and Carmy know Richie’s the last to get paid at The Beef - always making sure everyone else’s checks clear first but he scoffs at you and asks you not to embarrass him with a sly grin. After that all you can do is gaze into his blue eyes as he holds your hands in his from across the table and tells you a hilarious story about him and Mikey growing up then he drives you home and kisses you forever at your apartment door without ever asking to come inside.

The next afternoon you come into work and dump your stuff in Richie’s locker like usual, brushing your fingers through your hair before you go in search of him - hearing him long before you see him as he stands at the register laughing with one of the regulars. “Hey.” He says with a smile - letting his eyes wash over you for a moment. There’s nothing special about today - you’re wearing black leggings and an oversized pale blue shirt but he assures you that you look beautiful. The Beef is uncharacteristically slow but it feels like the best day of Richie’s fucking life when you stop before him and slide both of your hands around his neck - bringing his tall frame down to your hard kiss. When he pulls away he’s laughing nervously, searching your eyes and asking if everything’s okay.

“I love you.” You assure him as his smile falls and his eyes widen. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck Y/N, I love you too.”

Then he’s kissing you again - both hands in your hair as everything disappears around you and there’s just Richie.

X

[kcyars52]

He needs to be happy awareness has been brought to Megan’s Law.

I wish TMZ would have reported that he’s a racist republican politician. His feelings about Meg referencing his law are valid but the fact that he doesn’t like Black people to begin with absolutely matters too.

The bottom line is the only reason that line hot so hard is because Nicki’s husband and brother are rapists. Megan’s Law alerts you to rapists in the community. Megan using “Megan’s Law” in a song alerted people to rapists in the community so what’s the problem?

[cyarskaren52]

Girl you let a r*pist hit it raw and had a child with him be serious for a second

[cyarskj1899]