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twagoes · 2 months

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my boyfriend rating hugs other men could give me | richie jerimovich x reader

-> want to note that this was written with a male reader in mind and there are words used to describe a man used when describing reader. if you don’t like that…obviously dont read it lmao

cws: age gap relationship (richie is likee 45 and readers age wasnt stated, but i imagine mid 20s), cursing, unserious jealousy and more unseriousness aggressive protectiveness. and yeah, that’s all i can think of rn….

“what are you filming me for?” richie’s gruff voice is loud and booming and he just sounds immediately fed up with whatever you have planned. but he only sounds like that. you know him well enough to know he doesn’t actually care that much about your phone being in his face. he’s gotten a lil used to you always coming up to him for new content for your tiktok account.

“can we film a tiktok?”

“another fucking tiktac, i don’t know what it up with your obsession with that app, but no-“

“i promise it’ll be really funny,” you pout, hugging his arm and he’s already sighing knowing he’s lost the debate. not that he even minds filming one, it’s just, he really doesn’t get it. is he entertaining or something? why are you coming up to him every other week with new content? do you have a lot of followers or something? regardless, then he’d be lying if he didn’t feel a sense of pride whenever you’d ask him to be in one of your videos — as if it’s the highest honor.

he, obviously, doesn’t know you two had recently gone viral and you were making some good cash off of that video.

so to milk the content as well as just wanting to see his genuine reaction, you drag him to the couch and force him to lay down. he gets cozy quickly, sighing and holding his arms open for you to lay in. you take your place by his side and show him your phone screen. it’s already recording.

“alright, say who you are-“

“why do i gotta do that? is this going to people we know? do your followers not already know me?” he asks, looking at you incredulously, “i’m your boyfriend slash fiance slash love of your life slash only man that you know, there’s an introduction. richie, by the way,”

you laugh at his tone and antics, knowing that this video was already going to be good.

“okay, so basically, we are gonna be rating different types of hugs,” he nods in understanding, leaning his head over yours as he stares at the phone that’s filming everything, “so it’s 10 is the worst hug, 1 is the best,”

“okay, sounds simple enough, let’s get it going,” he says, rolling his wrist, as if saying to speed up the process.

“the thing is: you’re rating hugs that other girls or guys would give me,”

that has him lifting his head off of yours and looking down at you, not watching your phone screen anymore.

“babe, what the fuck? no? what the fuck does that even mean?” his chicago accent is thick as he lays on all these questions for you, “why would you even be going around hugging other guys? this sounds stupid,”

“if it’s stupid, let’s just do it quickly then,” you persist, rubbing his scruff with your hand and forcing his face to look back at the camera, “richie, swear it’s only gonna take a couple seconds,”

“nah, you just wanna see me pissed off cause you like that shit,” he smirks, but he’s still seemingly not willing, “why do i have to do this again?”

“because you love me, c’mon, please,” you beg and he’s staring at you unimpressed for a couple of seconds before groaning, rolling his eyes, and making a whole dramatic show of how he doesn’t want to do this. all before cozying back up next to you and letting you put the filter on.

“i swear to god if there’s some dumb ass shit on here, i’m leaving,” he warns, but you don’t take it too seriously as you grin and reposition the camera to have the filter on him. “okay, fine, so one is the worst and ten is the best?”

“no, no, babe, it’s the other way around,” you correct him softly, watching the filter go through all the options above his head.

“wait, that doesn’t make fucking sense?” he says, face screwing up, “wouldn’t it make sense that one is the worst because, it being at the top is, like, top tier worst hug ever, like i’m killing a guy because of it,”

“richie, richie, look it’s already going,”

he grumbles before looking at the screen and squinting when he sees what it’s landed on, reading it slowly, “the fuck is a catcher hug?” he looks at you repeatedly, up and down as if he’s accusing you of something, “you let other guys catch you and hug you? this is what you let happen when i’m not around?”

you break out into laughter at how serious he’s taking it, shaking your head no and urging him to answer, but he’s still interrogating you, “no, no, like actually what the fuck is this? obviously that’s the worst,” you laugh again, knowing that there is arguably worse than that in the filter, “that shit is easily a ten, i don’t care. who the fuck else is gonna catch you besides me? oh right, no one!”

you nod along with him, tapping the slot of ten and waiting for the next one. he leans his head against yours, lips in a tight line as he waits.

“okay, this one is…self hug! okay, this one is good,”

“yeah, i like that one, don’t go hugging other people - you got yourself. put it at one, babe,” he says, kissing the top of your head with a smile. it was funny how quickly his mood changed, “okay, maybe this shit isn’t that bad.”

the filter goes again and you’re surprised to see the more tame options.

“classic hug is a classic hug, nothing’s wrong with it,” he muses, looking at the empty list and easily placing it at 2, “better if there’s no hugging like that self hugging shit, but whatever.”

he taps the slot and waits the next one.

“oh, shit, i like this game, side hug is a solid 3,” he laughs, very happy with how this is going, “but if they’re taller than me, they can suck my balls. no guy taller than me can be side hugging you, it’s basically cheating,”

“baby, no one else is taller than you,” you softly whisper earning a hum of approval from him.

“strangle hug? i like this one too, but it should be you strangling them so they, y’know-” he cuts his hand over his neck in a motion that makes you smack him for being so explicit, but he sees nothing wrong with it, “uh, yeah, that’s the best case scenario. that or i’m doing it for ‘em. i’m gonna put it at 4, just cause it’ll mean they di-“

“alright! richie, relax, next one, oh my god,”

“one armed hug? uhm, huh…i don’t like this one, it’s too comfortable, y’know? i always have my arm around you, it’s kinda like that. it’s weird if someone else does it to you,” he cringes at the idea of it and then taps his finger to seven, “yeah, no that shit is weird and i’m killing whoever does that shit to you,”

“richie, please, you’re not killing anyone,”

“uh, yeah, i’m killing the motherfucker that gives you a one arm hug. the fuck?”

you laugh and hug his waist, eagerly waiting for the next one. and finally, an interesting one came up.

“uh, what the fuck am i looking at, [name]?” his voice raises ever so slightly and he’s looking back and forth between you and the screen, “you hugging other guys — at the waist? what the actual fuck is this?” you laugh at his dramatic question, “no, nothing is funny, what the fuck? ew, why are they posed like that — making all that eye contact and shit. fuck, no, [name], that shit should be a twenty.”

“so, nine?”

“yeah, cause i got no other fucking choice,” he says, in a matter a fact voice.

the next one makes you burst out in laughter, “pick pocket hug? a pick pocket hug?!” he anunciates each word as if its his last, blinking repeatedly at you, “what the fuck, babe? no, that’s an eight! the drawings have their hands inside of each other’s assholes! look!”

“no, they don’t! it’s just, like, on the butt…?”

“oh, so you’re defending this?”

“shut up, i’m just saying, what you said is a little of an exaggeration,”

“no, it’s not, that’s basically butt sex — and you can’t have butt sex with anyone but me!”

”obviously, richie, but it’s just like hypothetically!”

“even hypothetically!” he stubbornly calls out, eyebrows raised in disbelief. ”let’s just get all this shit over and done with, please, i‘m growing gray hairs over this,”

“next is…cuddle…”

“you’re literally just cheating on me, you’re cheating on me,” he accuses you and you know he’s (half) joking and teasing, but with the look in his eyes and tone of his voice, anyone would think he was serious. which is why you’re laughing so hard, “you are fucking cuddling with another man, how the fuck do i make this a ten? this shit is terrible, that’s the worst ever, babe!” you’re still laughing and he’s shaking you back and forth, “where the fuck am i supposed to put that?”

with 5 and 6 being the only ones left, he has to settle for tapping 6 and cursing under his breath the entire time.

“no fucking way you’re ever cuddling with someone else, that’s a sacred thing, y’know? meant for people that are dating — wouldn’t even let you cuddle with cousin, shit is nasty.”

“i know, baby, i wouldn’t cuddle with anyone else but you anyway,” you kiss his cheek before looking back at your screen and waiting to see the last one.

“man, i fucking hate this game,” he groans, seeing he has to now put an eye to eye hug at number 5. “first of all, who the fuck is hugging eye to eye anyway?! second of all, why are you even doing all that?” he’s asking as if you’re actually doing this other people, “looking into their eyes and shit, fucking a little creepy, hello!”

“so you don’t mind it being a five?”

“fuck that shit, that shit is definitely a ten, but well, there’s nothing i can do about it now!” he looks flabbergasted at the whole “dilemma”, running a hand over his short hair, “fucking, what the hell, why are you hugging other guys like that, baby? really? why you gotta have-“

“i’m not actually doing any of this, richie,” you defend yourself, but your boyfriend just mocks your reply with ease, making you smack his chest.

“no, my man isn’t allowed to hug other people, so all of that shit is a hard ten. i’ve changed my mind,” he finalizes, now speaking to the camera. you’re satisfied with that ending, hitting the button to stop the recording and bringing your phone down to your eye level.

“thank you for entertaining me, richie,” you murmur against his skin, now watching over the video and smiling to yourself at the result, “you’re adorable,” you kiss his chest through his hoodie and he just squeezes you tighter.

“most annoying one you’ve asked me to film yet, can’t believe that’s even a thing,” he leans his cheek onto the top of your head and rests there comfortably while you both watch over the video, “hey, you’d never let another guy catch you in a hug, right?”

you laugh, looking up at him and playing with his short stubble, “never, baby, that’s why i got you,”

“damn straight,” he murmurs, leaning down and kissing you softly, “tell all your silly followers that we’re married while you’re at it,”

“they’re not the ones hugging me like that, richie,” you chuckle, but don’t miss a beat in making the caption something adjacent to what he had told you.

“so there’s other people hugging you like that, though?”

“no? oh my god, you’re giving me a headache,”

“and you’ve just broken my heart, so well, fuck both of us then.”

that night your tiktok blew up and a lot of people were commenting over how cute your guys’ relationship is and how entertaining richie is, as well as cutely, aggressively protective. you made it up to him by buying him dinner with the money you had made off of the video, to which he half-heartedly said, “if that shit gets us to eat dinner like this every week, doll, i’ll film all the tiktacs you want,” and he’s sealing that promise with a kiss.

“awww, old man richie still gets a lil jealous <333”

“literally the cutest couple ever, i was waiting for you to get him to hop on this trend!!”

“not the death threat over the one arm hug LMAOAO”

“richie does nooott play, swear to god i’ve heard rumors he always stay strapped im ltr deeaaadddd”

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eroticnoices · 2 months

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richie jerimovich x afab!reader

warnings: pussy eating, praising, pet names

a/n: craving love and affection from older men.

“gonna make you feel better, ‘kay?” he mumbled in between bites and little kisses he gave to my thighs before placing fully open mouth kisses on my pussy. “then m’gonna take you out, whatever you want, mama.” one of his hands gripping my thigh open and the other traveling from my hip to my clit.

my eyes rolled back, feeling richie’s tongue plunge in and out of my dripping hole; and his finger slowly circle my puffy, sensitive clit. “taste so fuckin’ good, baby. could never not love my pussy.” richie’s words were muffled, but the vibrations made me moan and dig my nails into his shoulders.

richie grinned up at me. he removed his tongue from my hole then moved to give my clit a little kiss. “you’re so pretty, y’know that? love everything about you.. that pretty voice. your pretty laugh—fuck, your mouth..” his warm breath again my wet pussy making me shiver.

he lifts his head from in between my legs to give me a kiss, his hand finding its place on the side of my neck— where it always is.

“gotta remind you how much i fucking love you.”

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thecapricunt1616 · 6 days

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Kinktober Day 10 🎃

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 (𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭): You and Richie had been married for 2 years, it was the most amazing, fun filled, laughter, and of course, love filled two years of your life. This year, it was Tiffany & Frank’s turn to have Eva for Halloween, so you and Richie decided to do a halloweekend bar-hop tour in Chicago together. Sure, it was full of alot college kids - but you were only in your early 30’s so you weren’t too out of place, you mostly just went because you loved getting drunk and dancing on your husband like no one was watching.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hello everyone! Welcome to day 10/31 of Kinktober! Can you believe were 1/3 done already?! That is so crazy! I am queuing this all the way back on 10/3/24 so hello from the past! Thank you once again for all the love you've all been giving on both prompt&kinktober, it means the world to me! If you'd like to see my schedule/masterlist for this celebration click right 🎃here🎃; & if you'd like to also check out my masterlist for Promptober 2024 click right 🦇here🦇. & If you'd like to be added to the taglist for either celebration, comment on the according masterlist & I will add you! 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k+ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Swearing, Smut, No use of y/n, pet names, age gap relationship 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬: @/𝘀𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗸𝗮-𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀 & @/𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀

You and Richie had been married for 2 years, it was the most amazing, fun filled, laughter, and of course, love filled two years of your life. This year, it was Tiffany & Frank’s turn to have Eva for Halloween, so you and Richie decided to do a halloweekend bar-hop tour in Chicago together. Sure, it was full of alot college kids - but you were only in your early 30’s so you weren’t too out of place, you mostly just went because you loved getting drunk and dancing on your husband like no one was watching.

Of course, it wasn’t going to be too long that Richie was going to stay out - He was 48 years young, after all. He told you that his absolute max for saying out was 12:30, and he in no way shape or form even over his dead cold body was going to allow you to stay out by yourself without him watching over you. It was rounding 12:20 and Richie gently rubbed at your hip to get your drunken attention from the new bar friend that you’d made. You had convinced Richie to dress as Sabrina Carpenters boyfriend from the ‘Please Please Please’ music video, and he only agreed because the outfit wasnt too uncomfortable and no one would really know what he was unless they asked you, because he wasnt even quite sure he understood.

“Princess Bubblegum, your carriage will be leavin’ in 10 so wrap it up ye’?” He said, the nickname he’d been calling you all night due to your fluffy pink coat. You pouted, looking at your new friend, who had taken her girlfriend who also dressed up as Sabrina Carpenter, except they were doing the outfits from the Taste video.

“My old man says i’m turning into a pumpkin’ soon, It was so fun hanging out with you! Come to the bathroom with me? We can exchange numbers?” you asked and she nodded happily. You handed your purse to richie and gave him a juicy slightly - or a little bit more then slightly - drunken kiss, and held your new friends arm as you walked off to the bathroom, Richie following not far behind to wait for the 3 of you outside the bathroom.

Because the ladies room was having a line out the door, and the mens room was fully empty- Richie came over to where you were standing in line and rubbed over the small of your back to get your attention to which you looked up at him “‘Ey- take your friends to the guys- I’ll watch the door for you theres stalls” he explained in your ear so you could hear him. You nodded with a smile and explained to your friends, taking them to the mens room and Richie stood outside in front of the door so no one could get in.

After about 20 minutes of drunken conversation, helping eachother unzip & rezip costumes, & exchanging numbers, you pulled open the door to see richie leaning against the doorframe and he turns around. “Was worried you fell in babe, You ready?” He asked and you giggled drunkenly

“Sorry Daddys tiiireedddd- gotta go girls but text me! We need to do this again!” You told your new friends and they agreed, disappearing back into the crowd and giggling as Richie guided you out with a hand on your ass, quickly catching you when you stumbled in your large platform heels and chuckling.

“Jesus baby, y’gonna break an ankle” he teased. The drive back to your Condo was fairly sobering, Mostly because Richie stopped at work, ran in, and made you a footlong italian beef with extra cheese and was sure you washed it down with a liter of Fiji as he sat and munched on some french fries, chuckling when you moaned multiple times about how good it was.

As soon as you got home, you went to the bathroom, turning on the shower and stripping out of your clothes. As you were taking off your earrings, Richie came in, pressing your hips against the counter and kissing your neck gently, rubbing his strong calloused hand over the curve of your hip. You gasp softly at the feeling of the icy countertop pushing into the plush of your stomach and dip your head back into his shoulder, shivering when you feel the warmth of his hand rubbing over your stomach, slowly trailing up over your breast and squeezing gently.

“Y’looked really cute t’night, baby” he said softly into your skin, leaving a trail of kisses from the ball of your shoulder up your neck.

“So did you, you should wear polos more often- they make your arms look so yummy” you smiled, eyes fluttering open to see his icy blue gaze boring into yours in the reflection of the mirror. His eyes were so striking, every time you saw them- especially the starkness of them against darker fabrics like he was wearing, the intensity of them made butterflies swarm in your belly. He chuckled a bit, leaning in closer and you felt the brush of his gold chain on the back of your neck, pulling your lip between your teeth to stifle a moan.

“Yummy? Mmm? Is’at why you were bitin’ my neck half the neck hmm?” he teased, tugging and rolling your nipple between his fingers gently, earning a gasp and a small moan to be pulled from your chest. You shook your head, holding his gaze in the mirror and he smirked a bit more, tugging your nipple just a bit harder, still enough to send waves of pleasure crashing against your clit, feeling yourself begin to drip from your core, your thighs becoming slick.

“What then princess? What had you all worked up, tell daddy” He purred and you gasped in pleasure, back arching into his touch and your eyes fluttered shut, face falling to the side and you took a deep breath, moaning softly.

“Your new cologne” you said and he hummed in surprise

“The cologne? Mmm, I see. I guess it was a good choice then, you can’t keep that mouth to y’self princess” he unhooked his belt, popping the button of his jeans and pushing them and his boxers just enough to let his cock free.

“See what you do t’me, baby? Touch me” he took your hand, guiding it back so you felt his velvety throbbingly hard length in your palm, wrapping your hand around it with his on top, guiding yours as he pumps it in long, slow strokes. He moaned softly, a drop of pre dribbling out at the feeling of your soft, smaller hand around him.

“I want you to fuck me” you said in a sultry tone, looking up at him with big doe-like bedroom eyes. He smirked a bit nodding and taking your hand, putting it on the counter so you could brace yourself and bending you over, spreading your legs with his feet to give him better access.

“Mmmhmm- course baby. an’ we’re both gonna watch”

Fin

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indifferent-depravity · 3 months

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Minors DNI 18+

Warnings: abusive relationship, age gap, pregnancy, vague mention of child birth

A/N: Oh hey look I’m back with an almost 4k fic! Kudos to my very good friend @noellawrites for helping me get this story done and beta'd!!

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Gripping Richie’s arm, you slowly lead him into the house, murmuring soft encouragements as he sways unsteadily. “Just a little more, baby, let’s get you on the couch,” you murmur, letting him hold onto your arm for support as you lower him onto the couch. Richie lets out a shaky breath, letting his body relax into the cushions. You watch him catch his breath, your heart breaking at how the simple action of walking into the house took all his energy. It’s almost a miracle that he only needed a few days of observation in the hospital after everything Carmy did.

“Get me a glass of water and some tylenol, baby.” Richie says, letting out a pained hiss as he shifts on the couch. You nod, watching him for a moment before moving to the kitchen. You’re back quickly, reaching out to help him as he raises the glass to his mouth with a shaky hand.

“I want you to quit working at that fucking restaurant, you understand? All they want is to break our family apart.”

Your stomach drops at his words, “but Carmy and Nat, they’re my family! I can’t just cut them out of my life like that!” you say with a shaky breath. He fixes you with a stern look and you curl into yourself, arms moving almost protectively over your stomach.

“I don’t want to hear it! You saw what Carmy is capable of, what he did to me!” he says angrily, “You have to do what’s best for your family now. Eva, this baby, me, that’s the family that matters now. How could you be so heartless?”

Tears prick your eyes as you sit down next to Richie, “I-I’m sorry, you’re right, I wasn’t thinking.” You run your hand over your bump before looking back at Richie, “I’ll quit, it’s almost time for this little one to come out anyway, I shouldn’t be working in this condition.”

“That’s right, you just gotta focus on being my beautiful, pregnant wife right now,” Richie says with a smile, reaching out to cover your hand over your stomach.

~~~

Michael Jr. comes into the world screaming his lungs out a week later. “It’s a boy!” The doctor exclaims, turning to Richie to show him how to clamp and cut the cord. Richie is in awe, staring at his new son as he’s taken to the other side of the room for a quick clean and wrapped in a blanket.

The doctor turns with the bundle in his arms, “alright who wants the first cuddle, Mommy? Daddy?”

“I’ll take hi-” you start, reaching out for your son but Richie beats you to it, carefully taking the bundle into his arms.

“Hey there, Mikey, it’s your daddy.” He coos, gently running a finger over his cheek. You sit there quietly, keeping your tears at bay as the doctors move around the room, finishing up their tasks.

You wait until the last doctor leaves before asking quietly, “Richie, can I hold him now?” You reach toward Richie and he shrugs you off, turning away from you.

“You got to hold him for 9 fuckin’ months, you can wait.” He says with a sneer and you nod, blinking rapidly to keep the tears from falling. This wasn’t the way you imagined giving birth at all. Sugar should’ve been here, holding your hand. Carmy should’ve been in the waiting room, ready to come see his first nephew. A sob slips from your lips before you could help it, tears finally falling.

Richie turns to you annoyed, “For fucks sake, what’s your problem? You’ll get him after I’m done.”

You nod in agreement at his words but another sob slips out, “Sugar should’ve been here… Carmy too. You’ve taken everything away from me.”

“All I’ve done is give you a home and purpose. I’ve given you Mikey, is that not enough? You’re so ungrateful.” He spits at you, “Pull yourself together, you’re a fucking adult.”

At his father’s raised voice, Michael whines, face screwing up in a cry. Richie lets out a rough sigh, shaking his head as he tries to get Michael to calm down. “See this is what I’m talking about, you’re too emotional right now and it’s making Mikey upset. You gotta get over yourself if you want to be a good mom.”

Michael refuses to settle, his cries growing louder as Richie rocks him. “Let-let me take him, Richie, maybe he’s hungry,” you say tentatively and Richie sighs, dumping him into your arms.

“Whatever, just get him to stop. I’m going for a smoke.”

You nod, watching him leave before turning your attention to the crying baby in your arms. You reposition him gently, cuddling him close to your chest. His cries slowly abate, and you smile, gently stroking his cheek as he nestles closer to you. “Your daddy gets angry sometimes,” you whisper to Michael, gently stroking his cheek, “but momma will alway protect you, okay? Nothing bad is ever going to happen to you.”

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“I heard from Richie that baby and mamá are healthy. A little boy, Michael.”

Carmy’s knife clatters out of his hand as Tina’s words register in his ears. You’re okay. He has a nephew. You have a child. What the fuck were you doing having a child?

“A boy! Richie must be happy.” Ebra replies, “Will he bring little Michael around?”

Carmy grabs his knife, trying to act normal as he strains his ears to hear Tina’s reply, heart beating madly at the opportunity to see his new nephew. “No, he doesn’t want to be anywhere near here if Carm- uh no but I’m going to see them tomorrow, I’ll bring some pictures in.”

Carmy’s breath leaves him in a rush that leaves him light-headed and his knife slips, slicing across his knuckles. He shouts in pain and stumbles away from the counter, nearly running into Sydney as he stumbles toward the bathroom.

“Watch it, Carmy! What’s wrong with you?”

~~~

“Looks like everything is healing well,” The doctor says brightly as she pulls off her gloves, “still, no intercourse for the next couple weeks but I would say you get a clean bill of health!”

“So no more visits to prod at me anymore?” You ask with a joking tone, sparing her a smile as you collect your things. You check the time on your phone as you exit the doctor’s office, cursing when you see it’s later than you thought.

You can hear Mikey’s wails from the driveway and you rush in, almost missing Richie waiting next to the door. He grabs your arm, pulling you to look at him, “what no hello? You’re late.” He states, voice low.

“Hello, Richie. The doctor took a while to see me.” You say before adding desperately, “Let me go see what Mikey needs and then we can talk all you want.”

Richie growls, tightening his grip on your arm, “Tell me what the fuckin’ doctor said first.”

You wince at his grip and speak quickly, “Clean bill. No sex for a few weeks. Now can I go?”

“You need more visits?”

“No. Now let go so I can see to our son!”

Richie shakes his head with a small chuckle, bringing his free hand back to smack you across the face. He pulls you closer to him and sneers, “lose the sass, if you hadn’t been late he wouldn’t be crying now. Don’t act like it’s my fault you’re a bad mother.”

He throws you away from him and you stumble, reaching out toward the wall to steady yourself. With a quiet sigh you compose yourself, walking into Mikey’s room with a smile.

“What’s wrong little man, it can’t be as bad as all that,” you coo, gently lifting him from his crib.

~~~

“Baby, get in here!”

You sigh at the sound of Richie’s voice ringing through the house, pressing a gentle kiss to Mikey’s forehead. “Alright, little man, let’s get you into bed,” you whisper and smile as he gurgles in response.

“Now!”

You press your lips together tightly, pointedly ignoring Richie as you lay Mikey in his crib, stroking his cheek. He’s nearly asleep when Richie barges into the room, the door slamming against the wall causing Mikey to startle awake. “I know you could hear me,” he seethes, reaching out to grab your arm, “so would you like to tell me why you didn’t answer?”

You glare at him, stepping out of his reach, “because, asshole, I was trying to get Mikey down and you just ruined it. Now you’ll have to wait even longer." You reply shortly, turning to soothe Mikey’s cries.

Richie seizes his chance and tangles his fingers in your hair, forcing your head back as he steps closer and whispers, “you’re going to come with me now or it’ll get a lot worse for you, do you understand me?” Tears spring to your eyes as pain prickles over your scalp from his hold and you nod as best you can. A feral smile crosses his features, as he forces you to walk out of the nursery, leaving Mikey crying in his crib.

He throws you to the floor, hands swiftly unbuckling his belt, “I’ve been very patient, waiting for you to give birth, through all those fucking doctor’s appointments, but I’m done waiting now.” Richie says and pauses as he slowly pulls his belt through the loops, “It’s your fault Carmen beat me. Your fault I lost everything I had at The Beef, what I could've had at The Bear. I’ve tried teaching you how to be a good wife, but it seems you need a harder hand than I thought. Take your shirt off.”

You shake your head, pleading with him, “Richie, please you don’t have to do this. We-we can just talk, okay?”

Richie growls and grabs a fistful of your shirt, tearing it at the seams. “Take. It. Off!” He shouts, Smacking you across the face. You cry out, tears welling in your eyes as you shakily pull it off, hands moving to retain some modesty.

Richie swings, barely giving you time to react before his belt comes down across your shoulders. Your breath leaves you in a wheeze and you gasp for air as each lash leaves you breathless, unable to even scream. But you can hear Mikey in the background, his desperate cries for you brings tears to your eyes. A fire spreads beneath your skin, deepening the pain of repeated lashes in the same place.

You’re sobbing when Richie finally drops the belt, breathless from the force of his swings. He crouches to grab your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Do you understand why I did this?” He asks and you nod in response. Fingers dig into your raw shoulder, “Say. It! Why did I do this?”

You let out a sob, squeezing your eyes shut, “it’s my fault, I did this! It’s all my fault!”

Richie nods, letting you slump back on the floor as he stands, “you toe the line again and I’ll make you go away. Understand? No more Mikey, No more anything. I’m tired of this.” He doesn’t wait for a response, throwing “get the brat to stop crying” over his shoulder as he heads for the bedroom.

~~~

“Tina! It’s so good to see you! Please, come in!” You give her a smile as you side step, letting her into the house. “Richie didn’t tell me you were coming, I would’ve cleaned up.” You say apologetically but she shakes her head, drawing you into a tight hug. Your back throbs at the touch of her arms and you grit your teeth, hiding the pain with an uneasy smile as she pulls away.

“Nonsense, you just had a baby, you should be resting!” Tina exclaims and gives you a once over, eyes hesitating at the bruise Richie’s buckle left at the base of your neck. She reaches up and gently tugs your collar up to cover the bruise. “Now, where do you need me, and no lying now, got it?” She says, fixing you with a stern look.

“Dishes, laundry, maybe? Richie’s been so busy at work and barely helps when he is here, I’ve been trying to do everything and take care of Mikey.” Your facade breaks as you let out a weary sigh before quickly plastering a smile on your face.

Tina fixes you with another look, eyebrows tight with concern, “Go sit down, mami. You look dead on your feet!” She ushers you toward the couch, eyes trained on you until you get settled against the cushions.

“Mikey needs a bottle every 3 hours but he sleeps like a champ once I get him down, guess that’s all I can ask for with a newborn.” You sigh, wincing as the cushions press against your back. You watch Tina walk into the kitchen, waiting until she starts doing the dishes with her back to you before shifting to sit up straight, relieving the pressure against your back.

No dish defeats Tina and in a matter of thirty minutes all the dishes line the counters, drying as she sets her sights on the heaped laundry baskets. She switches the loads, starting a new one before bringing a basket of clean clothes to fold in the living room.

You’re folding clothes with Tina when Mikey’s fussing filters through the baby monitor. You smile and set the towel in your hands down, “There’s the man of the hour,” you joke with a laugh, gripping the armrest of the couch as you get up, “let me grab him, I’m sure you’re excited to see him!”

You head into Mikey’s bedroom, softly cooing at him as you ease him from the crib. Your face pinches in pain as your shoulders throb from the strain of holding him but you shake it off, giving Mikey a small smile, “hi sweetheart, did you have a good nap, hm?” You ask softly, gently running your knuckle against his cheek as you head back down the hall to the living room.

Tina softly exclaims, hands coming to cover her mouth as you step in front of her. “Oh. Oh, Can I hold him?” She asks softly, gently cupping his head. You nod with a smile, gently shifting him from your arms to hers. “Oh, bebito, you’re so small.” She says quietly, letting him hold her finger.

“I know, it took some getting used to, I kept thinking I was going to crush him.” You reply, stroking his head, “still can’t wrap my head around the fact he came out of me.”

Tina laughs, “Mine are fully grown and I still can’t wrap my head around it.” She says with a sigh, tearing her eyes away from Mikey to give you a smile, “You’re doing good, mami.”

A lump forms in your throat and you give her an uneasy smile, looking down at your hands, “I could be doing better. But thank you.”

“Look at him.” Tina says, gently pushing him back into your arms and he cuddles closer to you, fingers curling tightly around your shirt, “You’re all he knows, just being in your arms makes him happy.” You swallow back the tears stinging your eyes giving her a small nod. She cups your face for a moment, giving you a smile before pulling away. “Now, how about a picture? Ebra and Sydney have been dying to see our little bebito.” She asks as she pulls out her phone.

You let out a quiet laugh before holding Mikey up and smiling as Tina holds her phone up for the photo.

~~~

It’s Sydney squeal that pulls Carmy’s focus away from his work. “Oh my god, he’s adorable!” Sydney gushes, a smile forming on her lips as Tina hands her phone to her, the picture she took of Mikey open on the screen.

Carmy turns to see Ebra leaning over the two women to take a look at the picture. Ebra lets out a hum of approval, “He will be strong like his father I think.” He says before resuming his work. Carmy twists a towel in his hands nervously as he watches Tina show Sydney more pictures, chattering about how you and Mikey are doing.

He waits until Sydney leaves before approaching Tina, his shoulders drawn in and eyes downcast. “Tina… Can I- can I see them?” He asks quietly, squeezing the towel in his hands as he waits for her answer.

Tina sighed, “You know Richie doesn’t want you to see them,” She starts but her eyes soften at the scene in front of her, Carmy, a shell of the once hot-headed chef she knew.

“She’s my sister, Tina.”

Tina watched him for a moment before nodding, opening her phone to the picture of you holding Mikey in your arms. Carmy’s breath catches as he looks at you in the picture, how small and tired you seem, holding your own child. He runs a shaky hand over his mouth, whispering, “they’re so tiny.”

Tina’s eyes widen at the utterance and she looks down at the picture, unable to take her eyes off the way you curl in on yourself, almost like you’re trying to protect Mikey.

“Can you tell her I love her and I’m-I’m never going to stop being there for her?” Carmy’s request pulls her out of her reverie and she looks up at him, giving him a small nod in agreement. Carmy sighs, taking a final look at your picture before giving Tina a smile, “thank you, Tina.”

~~~

“Why the fuck isn’t this done!”

Richie shouting from the living room startles Tina as she tidies the nursery and steps to the doorway, peering out at the scene.

“I-I told you, you came home early so I didn’t have enough ti-time,” you explain, holding Mikey closer to your chest.

Richie shakes his head and chuckles, “all I ask for is a clean house and an obedient wife. I don’t see either!” He raises his hand and you flinch, curling around the child in your arms. He laughs at your fear and his hand shoots out, tangling in your hair and forcing your head back as he steps closer. “I’m going out. If this isn’t done by the time I’m home you know what happens, yeah?” You nod against his grip the best you can and he smiles, letting go of your hair with a small pat to your cheek.

Richie slams the door and you sink to your knees, body racking with sobs. Tina rushes over and wraps her arms around you, gently shushing you. “Mami, how long has this been going on?” She asks quietly after you calm down.

You clear your throat and pull away from her embrace. standing up from the floor. You gently place Mikey in his play cot with a sigh, “It’s not always this bad. He just- he just wants to teach me how to be a good wife, a good mother, but I keep screwing it up.” You say as you smooth Mikey’s onesie.

“Honey, what the fuck are you talking about? He shouldn’t be hitting you, yelling at you like that with Mikey around!” Tina exclaims, “This is wrong, mami, how can you not see that?”

Tears fill your eyes and you tip your head up to keep the tears from falling, “he’s all I know, Tina, he’s all I had after… after Mikey… we only had each other, how do I leave him after that?” You respond, voice thick with tears.

Tina sighs and wraps her arm around you, rubbing your shoulder comfortingly. She watches Mikey wriggle in his play cot, lifting his head to try and look at you. “Look at this baby, look at your baby. He doesn’t deserve to live like this.”

You let out a sob, wiping away the tears that escape, “who’s going to help me? R-Richie’s burned all my relationships outside of him. W-where am I supposed to take Mikey if I leave?”

Tina grabs your shoulders, forcing you to look at her, “Carmy will. Nat, Sydney, Ebra, all of us, we never stopped loving you, chica. You will always have us.” She says firmly, keeping eye contact until you give a little nod of acknowledgement before she sighs, pulling you into a tight hug.

“I’ll do it,” You murmur against her shoulder, “I’ll…I’ll leave.”

~~~

Barely thirty minutes after Richie left for work you hear a knock on the door. The scene you find as you open the door brings you to tears. Everyone from The Bear was there, and most importantly, taking point in the group was Carmy and Nat. You throw yourself at your siblings, a sob ripping through your chest as you pull them close to you. “I’m so sorry,” You say as you pull away and wipe the tears from your face.

Carmy shakes his head, “We’re the ones that should be saying that. We were so self absorbed we didn’t notice what was happening until it was too late.” He takes a shaky breath before continuing, grabbing your hand, “I’m so sorry, Baby Bear.”

You shake your head, squeezing his hand tightly, “It’s okay, Bear, you’re here now.” The sound of Mikey fussing in his cot draws your attention and you offer Carmy and Nat a watery smile, “There’s someone you should meet.”

You let the group into the house, cooing softly as you pick up the fussing baby, “Hey, baby, look who’s here.” You settle him into your arms before presenting him to the group. You point at each of them and say their name, attaching aunt or uncle to their names before finishing on Carmy and Nat. Carmy reaches forward hesitantly, hand hovering over Mikey’s head like he was afraid to touch him. You laugh, “You can touch him, Carm, he’s not going to break. Here, let me show you.”

He takes a shaky breath, letting you place Mikey into his arms and gently strokes Mikey’s hair, “He’s so small.” He says with a small laugh, looking at the baby in his arms with wonder.

Tina claps to get everyone’s attention, “if we’re done with theatrics, we got a lot of work to do if we’re gonna be gone before Richie comes back.”

With everyone working together to gather anything that belonged to you or Mikey, efficiently packing them into boxes and hauling them out to the moving van, you were finished in under three hours.

You stand in the doorway holding Mikey and look over the place you lived for so long, blinking rapidly to hold back the tears at the thought of leaving Richie and this place behind. Nat touches your shoulder and you turn to her with a small laugh, “Is it wrong to say I’ll miss this place?”

Nat shakes her head, “I think whatever you’re feeling is okay, just know you’re going to a better place now, okay?”

You nod, smiling at her as you grab the doorknob, taking a deep breath before pulling it closed behind you.

#richie jerimovich x reader #richie jerimovich #richie the bear #richie jerimovich the bear #the bear #writing #abuse #abuse tw #the bear hulu #the bear fx #dark fic #dead dove do not eat

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redbudweiser · 8 months

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I NEED PUT SOMETHING OUT OF MY CHEST: CARMY AND RICHIE DON'T TALK TO EACH OTHER AND FEEL SO RESENTMENT TOWARDS EACH OTHER BECAUSE THEY CAN SEE MICHAEL FRAGMENTS AND THE EMPTINESS MICHAEL HAD LEFT IN EACH OTHER! THEY MIRROR EACH OTHER'S GRIEF, PAIN AND SAUDADE (LONGING)!!!!

THEY NEED TO CRY AND AND GRIEVE PROPERLY TOGETHER!!!!

#they need to have another fight like in the last ep of s2 but face to face #Carmen berzatto for gods sake i swear you also can open your pretty mouth to actually COMUNICATE and not just to tell at people I promise #that's something possible my luv #please talk. PLEASE CARMEN TALK #they need explode to each other to actually TAAAAAALLK #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #the bear #carmy the bear #the bear fx #richie jerimovich #Richie jerimovich the bear

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lodeddiperrodrick · 1 year

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Richie Jerimovich is so This is me trying,Dear Reader, Mirrorball, Anti-Hero, and The Archer

And his relationship with Mikey is definitely Forever Winter, Evermore, and Bigger than the whole sky

#richie jerimovich #the bear #richie jerimovich x reader #richie jerimovich the bear

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bedknees · 9 months

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#the bear #the bear fx #jeremy allen white #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #ebon moss bachrach #richie jerimovich #willy wonka #read it in richie's voice and everything lmaooo #twitter #1k #2k #3k #4k #5k #10k #20k

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thiscoldheart · 4 months

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stuff richie says (2/?)

the bear (2022-)

#*#the bear #the bear hulu #the bear season 3 #richie jerimovich #ebon moss bachrach #useranimusvox #usergreta #useremz #userallisyn #thebeartv #usershelby #usernastya #tuserdee #userpayel #richie my beloved!!!#tvedit #tvgifs

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richiejerimovichsblueeyes · 1 month

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Titties- Richie Jerimovich x female reader. NSFW, 18+ MDI

Warnings- p in v, breast sucking grabbing and tittie fucking, dirty talk, semi public sex, cum licking, this is pur filth. Minors run off!

Authors Note- A companion piece to Thighs. This can be read as a standalone. Just another smutty little ramble of mine. Enjoy :) reblogs, likes, and comments make my heart do backflips!

Let me know if you would like to be added to my tag list for future fics, by comment or DM

p.s I'm currently working on a few ask submissions, those will be coming soon :)

Asks for Richie fics, and one shots are open!

Not only is Richie obsessed with your thighs but he's also obsessed with your tits.

-He loves it when you're wearing that top that hugs them just right. When you bend over his eyes fall to your cleavage. His cock getting hard at the sight

“Look at those gorgeous tits” He whispers in your ear after you stand back up, his hand resting on the side of your breast. You slap his hand away playfully. “Richie…not here. We are in public.” You scold him with a chuckle.

-He squeezes and kneeds them as you ride his cock. He loves the way they bounce as you slide up and down his shaft.

“fuckin’ hell babe. Ridin’ my cock like a good girl. Your perfect tits bouncing in my face.” he growls as he watches you, his beautiful blue eyes wide with wonder.

-He licks, sucks, and bites your tits. His expert mouth sucking on your hard nipples. Coaxing out moans as sighs from you as he sucks, and licks nips.

“Mmmmm yes. You like that dirty girl. You like it when I suck on these tits. Want me to mark them up with my mouth, hmm?” He asks with a husky voice.

-He loves to slide his big cock between your tits. Your breast squeezed around his shaft as he thrust his hips. He rubs the tip of his cock over your nipples.

“You like watching me fuck these titties” He growls. “Look how they squeeze around me cock so well” He rumbles as he squeezes your breast around his cock.

-Of course he's always got to cum all over your tits. He loves seeing his release painted all over them. The way his cum drips down them, marking you as his.

“Fuck look at that..” he purrs. He runs his fingers along your breast, gathering some of his release. His thick finger slides in your mouth. “Clean my cum off fingers baby girl..” he whispers as you suck off his salty essence.

-Richie goes absolutely mad when he notices you're not wearing a bra under your dress for the taste of Chicago awards. Standing beside you he notices the way your nipples are hard underneath the fabric off your dress.

“Are you braless?” He asked, leaning in to whisper in your ear. You look over at him and give him a wink. He takes a sharp exhale. “Fuck…babe. You're a little tease.” He growls as his hand palms your breast. “Richie…we aren't alone.” You warn as you look around the room at other attendees. “Then follow me sweetheart.” He smirks as he grabs your hand and leads you to the bathroom.

He wastes no time once you arrive in the bathroom. You're against his chest, his greedy hands pulling down the straps of your dress. The hardness of his cock pressing against your ass through his suit pants. “You've made me rock hard all night…you know how hard it is to conceal a hard on with this fat cock?” He whispers against the shell of your ear while he pinches your bare nipples. “I can't wait to fuck your pretty pussy.” He growls as he gathers the fabric of your dress. Your heart racing at his declaration, wetness gathering in your panties, ready and wanting. “Yes, Richie.” You moan. A million times yes.

#richie jerimovich #richie jerimovich the bear #the bear #richie jerimovich imagine #richie jerimovich x reader #richie jerimovich smut

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nicolacoughlan · 4 months

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#Get him syd

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twagoes · 1 month

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old man | richie jerimovich x reader -> written with a male reader in mind ! dont read/interact if uncomfy with that fact lmao

cw: cursing, duh it's richie, uhm age gap relationship hence the title being "old man"...., richie is insecure bc of his age and u soften him up <3, suggestive comment here and there (i think it was a total of one or two),

“what the fuck is this shit even supposed to do?” richie complains, but you can't take him seriously with the way he's so focused on applying the face mask.

“y’know, it does the shit,” you reply, obviously not thinking it important to explain to your boyfriend who really doesn't care or see it as a threat.

“wow, so we are basically lathering ourselves in deadly chemicals and not asking why now? okay, okay, cool,” he tips his hand back into the mixture and bumps your hip with his, “hey, i better wash this off looking like look a fucking newborn baby.”

you turn to look at him, going on your tippy toes to kiss his neck in a quick peck, “you won't, but that's okay because i like your scruffy look - it suits you,” you wash your hands as he just sighs at your sweet compliment that he simply doesn't know how to react to. he's still not used to receiving such sweet words, practically daily. it’s been a while since he's felt such love. it really does make him feel flustered.

which is why he doesn't mind entertaining these little things you suggest to do as a couple that he genuinely has no clue about.

“c’mon, baby, let's let this dry then wash it off,” you take his bigger hand in yours, guiding him to the living where you plopped onto the couch. he takes a seat beside you, propping his leg up on the coffee table and resting his arm behind you on the couch. you casually throw your leg over his as you grab the remote.

he smiles as you put on his favorite show, knowing you're trying hard to appease him to make up for this silly face mask debacle.

“wait, come closer,” you shuffle where you sit, leaning your face so close to his and he playfully rolls his eyes when he sees the reason why.

“always on your damn phone.” he grumbles, but he doesn’t shift away even though he very easily could do so.

“woah, that was a good dad one-liner, kinda giving me trauma,” you shoot back, flicking his forehead and positioning your camera again, “smile or i’ll kill you,”

he squeezed your hip, “so romantic,”

you smile for the camera as he makes a deadpan expression. you take multiple and eventually he finds himself smiling too, happy to see you so happy.

“aww, you're so cute,” you coo, getting comfortable in his arms again and scrolling through the different photos you've taken.

he watches over your shoulder, a feeling of pride swell in his chest as he sees you send it to a group chat with your friends as well as your personal favorite making it to your public instagram story. he didn’t really use his social media, but he knew how active you were on it, so knowing that you were sharing your relationship so openly on there made him feel proud and just generally happy.

to know that you don’t hesitate to show that you’re his and he’s yours. it makes him feel like a teenager in love all over again.

after the face mask dries down, you tell him it’s time to wash it off and he complies with zero complaints. it’s quiet as you wash it all away, laughing when you see he missed a big portion near his hairline. it almost ends in you two just throwing water at each other since you accidentally almost drowned him with a rough splash to his face. but after apologizing and kissing him repeatedly, he refrained from counter attacking you.

now, it was seriously time for bed and richie clung tightly to your side. for his tall and long stature, he sure was unaware of it. or, rather, chose to ignore it as he practically suffocated you with his leg over your stomach and arms over your chest.

“baby, i can barely breathe here,” you speak in a rushed down, letting out an exaggerated wheeze as you breathe out. he shakes his head, kissing your shoulder and stubbornly doesn’t move from his position. “i love you so much, but i do want to wake up tomorrow morning, please.”

he groans childishly before moving himself off of you and shifts to give you some space.

“i didn’t say completely back off, idiot,” you move in to him, resting your head on his shoulder and hugging his waist, “just wanted your heavy ass leg to stop suffocating me, love,”

“so you’re calling me fat?” he shoots back, making you chuckle.

“shut up, you know what i mean,” he watches as your hand travels down his chest, to the bottom of his shirt. and you hesitate for a moment, for reasons he doesn’t know, before moving your soft hand to touch his stomach. you glide your hand up and down several times, smiling at the feeling of the short hair he has on his abdomen.

he moves his thumb and down your shoulder, clearing his throat before speaking, “can i ask you something?”

“of course,” you reply in a heartbeat, your hand not faltering in its soft movements.

“why are you with an old guy like me?” it’s a question he’s had in the back of his mind ever since you two started seeing each other. “you…you’re so amazing and so young, you got your whole life ahead of you,” he sighs, lifting his head off of the pillow and looking down at your now confused face, “don’t you ever get tired of dealing with an old man that doesn’t even know what a face mask is? can’t do all the cute couple-y shit a young person could do?”

you’re immediately sitting upright, a sad smile on your face, “richie, please, don’t think like that,” he looks at you with a tired expression, finding your comment a deflection rather than a proper answer. and he feels uncomfortable asking something of you, but he needs to know. because it has been slowly eating away at him. “i mean it, richard. don’t let those bullshit ideas get to your head.”

you cup his face in your hands, making him hold your wrist in a soft grip. your eyes seem to have gotten teary, for whatever reason and he frowns at the sight.

“i love you so much, i love every second we spend together. those are not wasted seconds to me, richie. i am not wasting my time or anything like that by being in a relationship with you. and! i don’t care whether or not you’re old or if you don't understand certain things. i could give less than two shits about stuff like that,” you both laugh at that, but the smile still isn’t reaching your eyes.

“easier said than done, babe,” he sighs, looking down, but you immediately redirect his eyes to meet yours once again.

“i know it must be, but seriously, i mean it when i say: i don’t care about how old you are, richie, all i know is that i love you. i love us,” you kiss him softly and he melts into the affection, feeling you smile against his lips, “you said how my life is just beginning and i got all of it ahead of me?” he nods against your forehead, “well, i see myself spending the rest of my life with you. i can’t imagine myself in the future without you, richie,”

“i do too, baby, i do too,” he admits, sincerity in his deep blue eyes, “i just don’t want you regretting-“

“richie, i could never regret anything if it involves you, our relationship, us. this is the best thing to happen to me,” you laugh as if it’s an easy topic to brush off, but it’s genuine and raw.

“i love you,” he confessed after playing with your fingers for a couple of seconds, “love you too much, it scares me,”

“you can go on and keep telling me how much you love me,” you tease, scooting closer and smoothing out his short hair underneath your hand, “no, seriously, i love hearing you say it,”

“i love you,” he repeats in an instant, smiling wide to see you get ever so slightly flustered, “i love you so much,” he takes in how handsome you look, tracing your cheek with the back of his fingers. he smiles as you lean in closer, tilting his head up to maintain eye contact.

“i love you too,” and then you’re kissing again, smiling into each other. your hand cups over his jaw and stubble as his rests on your waist.

“love you more,” he mumbles against your lips. you break out into laughter, pushing him down onto the bed.

“i love you the most,”

“alright, shut the fuck up now,” he brings you down to rest directly on his chest. “can’t keep doing this back and forth shit with you, i love you to infinity or whatever the fuck. do kids even say that nowadays?”

you smile so easily with richie, it makes you eternally grateful how lucky you got.

“oh and by the way,” you turn so your chin is resting on his chest and he hums in response, looking down at you, “don’t keep referring to yourself as an old man likes it’s bad. i love it about you, you’re perfect and mature and not a complete jack off like every other man i’ve met,”

he takes in your words for a moment before nodding, succumbing to the cute pleading look in your eyes, “alright, you’re the bossman. won’t happen again.” you were about to leave it at that, satisfied with his compliance. but then you decided to amp it up a little bit more, wanting to make your boyfriend as comfortable and confident as possible.

“your age also makes you sexier than anyone else i’ve ever met too, soooo,” your voice trails off as he smirks, giggling at the way his facial expression practically flipped. stroking his ego always put him in a good mood. plus, you never lied when you did it.

“oh, is it really?” he cups your face, hand resting underneath your chin as his thumb and pointer finger gently squeeze your cheeks.

“it really is,” you affirm, making him feel even more pleased and comfortable in himself. “i love a man with experience, y’know,”

“hm, wouldn’t have been able to guess that one,” he teases, winking to allude to your many, many nights together.

“oh, shut up, you old fuck,”

“woah! way to kill the mood! weren’t we supposed to not be calling me that anymore?” his signature laugh fills the room at your comeback, squishing your cheeks together before gently pushing your face to the side.

“no, just you and anyone else, i’m still allowed to — because i do it lovingly!” you justify, a grin evident on your face with some hint of mischievousness in your eyes.

“sooo lovingly! i love when you call me an old fuck, really has my heart skippin’ beats, baby,” his voice drips with sarcasm, but no hint of being genuinely hurt by your words. he’s been reassured securely in how you truly don’t mind his age, so he doesn’t feel doubt or paranoia creep in anymore when you call him “old” in any context.

you kiss his scruffy cheek, “i’ll kill anyone that calls you old, though, you just tell me and i’ll take care of them, i swear to go-“

“alright, alright, i get it, let’s just go to bed now,” he teases, kissing the top of your head that’s resting on his chest again. right where it belongs.

“i’m serious, y’know?”

“i know you are, sweetheart, and if that time ever comes, i’ll lend you my piece so you can properly take care of ‘em,” you chuckle and kiss his chest before letting your eyes flutter shut.

and the both of you fell asleep cuddled into each other with content smiles on your faces. unknowingly dreaming of the same thing: a future together, side by side.

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eroticnoices · 3 months

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Since you asked for requests: anything with Mr Richie Jerimovich! Maybe some fluff (or smut) helping him relax after a stressful shift at the Bear!

richie has a deep deep place in my heart.

richie jerimovich x afab!freader

warnings: male oral, pet names, praising

the way the door had closed to the apartment, i could tell richie was in a mood..

i sprung up from the bed in my cozy shirt i stole from his dresser, and patted my way to the kitchen; where he stood with his back towards me.

“hey, baby.. ya’ alright?” i hummed running my nails up his black t-shirt cladded back to smooth his tension. i could see his shoulders relax and his posture change, as he lets his head fall along with a little groan at the relief.

“yeah, doll. i’m better now.” he muttered turning around, to slide his arms around my waist. pulling me close for a much needed kiss.

“rough day?” i muttered between our lips. he hummed in return— i could feel the pressure of his lips and how badly he needed this so i put his needs first.

i let my knees hit the cold tile before looking up at him for permission. “just to relax you? wanna make you feel better. you’re always working so hard.” i smiled sweetly dragging my hands up his legs, stopping at his thigh until he gives me a warm smile as he tucks hair behind my ear.

“go ahead. always so sweet; huh, doll?” i nodded, continuing my track to relieve all this buildup.

my hands worked his belt and pants; smiling at how his cock already stood up at just my light touches. i felt my body tingle at the power i had over him. making me want him to cum even more.

i kissed his tip making him let out a grunt but try and cover it with a cough making me smile harder, but work faster.

i relaxed my jaw, sticking my tongue out to help suck his lengthy cock. i slowly moved my mouth down his length, stopping half way to look up at him.

my eyes meeting with his, he reaches down to move hair out of my eyes and into a pony tail. “don’t be shy, baby.” he grunted. i bobbed my head up and down to get use to his large size, even after these few months of us being together.

“good girl. feels so good, honey.” he groaned feeling his tip his my throat making me wince. “you got it, baby. gagging don’t scare me, keep going. ya’got it..” he hummed running his fingers through my hair to grip it tighter, encouraging me to continue.

i used one of my hands to jerk the rest of his length with need, and continued my sucking. i took a little time to swirl my tongue on the underside of his cock and around his tip; giving that a little attention as well.

richie was nearly there— his hip’s shuddered, snapping forward, every time i let his cock down my throat. i look up to see his head thrown back. “m so close, doll. so fuckin’ good y/n.” he groaned finally spilling his seed down my throat, i leaned my head back allowing his cock to slip out so i didn’t choke.

“shit..” he panted; looking down at me. richie stuffed his now soft dick into his jeans, “get up here. too pretty to be on the floor for so long.” he smiled pulling me to my feet. “richie!!” i squealed as he lifted me up and spun me around in his arms; i clung to his shoulders for dear life.

richie laughed, as he set me down on the couch, on top of him. “you’re special, ya’ know that?” he smiled tilting my head with his thumb. “and fuckin’ perfect too.” he leaned in, kissing me with love; he didn’t have to say it— i could feel it.

“now sit here on my lap while i make you cum till you can’t think.”

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thecapricunt1616 · 8 days

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Promptober Day 8 👻

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 (𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭): You hummed softly to yourself as you continued to make pancakes on the stove, listening half mindedly to the morning news in your little silken nightgown and pink ruffled apron that Richie had bought for you on your last trip to The Christmas Tree Shop. Just as you were flipping over one of the golden brown little cakes you felt a large warm palm around your throat, a bit of pressure as he pulled you back into his chest by your neck gently and kisses your head, squeezing gently around your throat.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: HELLOOOOO!!! Welcome to day 8/31 of PROMPTOBERRR!!! AAAA I'm so happy it's finally October! I feel good things are on the horizon for me this month :) I hope you all enjoy today! Every other day I realize we are getting double sexy prompts which is so fun, I am really flexing my smut muscle lately! Hahah. As always, you can view my schedule & masterlist for this celebration right 🦇here🦇! You can also view the same for my 2024 Kinktober celebration right 🎃here🎃! & If you'd like to be added to the taglist for either celebration, comment on the according masterlist & I will add you! 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭:1.1k 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬:Dom/Sub dynamics, Established relationship,swearing,Choking - ***HUGE Warning*** Please remember that this is JUST fiction, and fiction only. Your partner should never - let me repeat this - NEVER, EVER play around about strangling you. Choke/neck play is VERY dangerous, I don’t advocate for anything more than a light squeeze on the neck to cut off a bit of bloodflow, but never air. Please know that if your partner “pretends” to strangle you, and even more so if they get off on this & it wasn’t pre-discussed w/ boundaries set in place - run. Especially for male partners, there is a really startling statistic. According to many, many studies you are 750% more likely to be killed by your partner if they have strangled you in the last year, this includes choke play that wasn’t pre-discussed. This also includes disrespecting boundaries you’ve put in place about it. Please choose survival, & don't become part of the statistic of people being strangled to death by their domestic partner. You can view a study on this here and if you are in fear for your life, or even if you aren’t sure if what your partner has been doing is abuse, there is help. Visit the NDVH website & please remember if you believe that you are in danger, to delete your browsing history after doing so. I love all of you very much. That being said, If Richie Jerimovich were real my neck would absolutely be free for the touching to him as mentioned below!*** 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬: @/𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐤𝐚-𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐬

You hummed softly to yourself as you continued to make pancakes on the stove, listening half mindedly to the morning news in your little silken nightgown and pink ruffled apron that Richie had bought for you on your last trip to The Christmas Tree Shop. Just as you were flipping over one of the golden brown little cakes you felt a large warm palm around your throat, a bit of pressure as he pulled you back into his chest by your neck gently and kisses your head, squeezing gently around your throat.

“G’mornin angel” he said softly, his voice husky from sleep and you smiled, resting your head back and puckering your lips to which he gives you a juicy good morning kiss as he rubbed along your jugular with a light thought of his thumb.

“Morning handsome” you said sweetly and he pawed at your breasts as he kissed down your neck, his stubble tickling your skin and scratching it in the most delicious way causing you to shiver a bit. He hums at that, biting at your shoulder gently as he slinked his hand around your front, cupping your heat.

“I think I’m craving something different for breakfast” he teases and you giggle, a light gasp getting caught in your throat as he rubbed you in firm slow circles over your panties.

“Not after I just put all this work into it- go sit down you horndog and I’ll give you your coffee” you told him and he gave you one last hot steamy kiss before grabbing the morning paper and his ballpoint pen from the mug he kept on the counter with all his various writing utensils and headed over to the couch.

“I can see the bottom of y’cheeks in that lingerie you call a sleeping gown - not my fault you got me all chubbed up first thing in the morning” He teased as you made up his coffee with a bit of milk and a dash of cinnamon how he liked it in his favorite mug and flipped the last pancake before bringing it over, nibbling on a piece of bacon that you fed him the rest of before handing him his mug.

“It was labeled as a nightgown, old man, it’s not my fault if my ass is too fat for it to fit me how it fit the model” you throw back, kissing the top of his head and rubbing the back of his neck gently. He chuckles at that, taking a sip of the coffee you brought and humming at the taste.

“Thank y’baby” he muttered as he put it down and pulled your face for a kiss which made you grin with your cheeks all mushed up in his strong hand “and you talkin about that ass isn’t helpin’ my situation” he said, squinting back at his paper and you giggled, rolling your eyes and grabbing his glasses from where he’d left them on the tv stand and handing them over

“Yeah yeah- you can have a piece of that after you eat some real food” you said on your way to the kitchen, turning off the stovetop and flipping the last pancake onto the plate.

After breakfast, and Richie had finished his daily crossword and read of the paper it wasn’t long until you were straddling his hips in your shared queen sized bed. Richie was a mess beneath you, panting, moaning, whining- you loved when you were able to get him like this. It made you feel in charge, even though his mouth said otherwise.

“Tha’s it- roll those pretty fuckin hips, Jesus Christ babygirl.”

“You love feelin my cock so fuckin deep in you mmm? You like feelin me in y’stomach baby?”

“Fuck yeah scratch up my chest pretty girl- tha’s it- such a good girl- my good fuckin girl”

You bounced on him faster, your tits bouncing like a pornstars and your head falling back in bliss. “So fuckin thick stretch me out so good” you whined, hips bucking uncontrollably when he reached down and rubbed at your clit and he groaned

“Yeah princess? Daddy fuckin loves stretchin’ out this pretty pussy.” He used his other hand to help guide you over his cock, planting his feet on the mattress and thrusting up to meet you, hitting your g spot in a way that made you see stars.

“Oh- oh my god” you manage to stutter out, jaw dropping and eyes nearly rolling back as they flutter shut. He chuckled, quickening his thrusts up to meet you, causing little blissful uh-uh-uh-uh’s to leave your throat with each delightful thrust.

“Aww are you gonna cum?” He cooed, taking his hand off of your clit and using it to gain more leverage. He holds the meat of your ass in your hands, squeezing it as he thrusts up into you harder, faster. “C’mon kitten- cum around daddy’s cock like a good girl” he pushed you more toward your high.

That was all you needed to reach your peak, gushing around him and crying his name as your hips shook. “Fuck- Richie-Richie Richie” you repeated his name like an invocation, hands coming down and grasping at something anything and feeling the gold of his chain.

He chuckled a bit “r’you gonna fuckin choke me baby? Mmm? Gonna show me how it feels?” He chides. You looked down at him and wrapped your hands around his neck, his beautiful blue eyes boring back into yours, he was speechless.

“Yeah? Feels good huh?” You made sure to squeeze the sides how he did you and he takes a sharp breath. “It makes you feel floaty right” you said, adding a bit more pressure. The new sensation had since caused him to stop moving so you continued rolling your hips. He nodded slightly, his cock pulsing inside of you and you knew he was close so you smirked, repeating his teasing words from earlier “awwww are you close baby?” You giggled a bit, bouncing a bit faster and he let out a strangled moan.

“Yes fuck-“ he grunted as his eyes flutter shut and jaw falls slack as his stomach tenses and he releases a hot large load into you. You moaned at the feeling, seating yourself fully on his cock and grinding your hips as he rode out his peak. You let his throat go and leant down, kissing him deeply and gently playing with his chain between your fingers. When you pulled away he let out a breathy chuckle

“Now I know why you like it so much”

Fin

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indifferent-depravity · 1 year

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heyyy <3 for yandere!Richie, maybe him thinking reader is his last chance, so he knows he needs to keep them around and take advantage. get them to move in, knock them up, keep them with him forever. he wants eva to have a little sibling she can bond with! and it wouldn’t hurt to make tiff jealous. he’s just so sure he’s old and you’re naive enough to fall into his trap. maybe reader is young, a family friend or a Berzatto, freshly out of college, a virgin, sort of clueless, and works at the beef/bear? feel free to write whatever comes to mind! doesn’t have to have smut at all! thank you :))

Minors DNI 18+

Warnings: abusive relationship, age gap, rape (fade to black), pregnancy

A/N: This one's a long one!! And as always don't forget requests for everything are open so if you'd like to see anything from me feel free to drop it in my ask box :)

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Part 1, Part 2

~~~

“Damn sweetheart, where you been hiding all that ass!”

You yelp as a hand cracks down on your ass, spinning around to glare at Richie as he quickly turns around, pretending to be busy. You press your lips together and glance at the kitchen where you can see Mikey, shoulders slumping as the scolding remark you wanted to say sticks in your throat. You shoot Richie a warning look before turning around to greet the customer that just walked in.

The customer hands you a couple of bills to pay for her order and you open the register, quickly counting the change with practiced ease. Richie squeezes your ass right as you go to hand the change to the customer, causing the coins to clatter onto the counter. You swear and help the customer pick them up, handing her the receipt with a sheepish smile, “Sorry about that! Talk about butterfingers!” You say with a forced laugh, glaring at Richie from the corner of your eye.

You keep a smile plastered on your face until the customer leaves, immediately whirling around to face Richie, your voice barely above a whisper as you hiss, “The fuck, Cousin? You can’t be doing that while I’m working! And what about Tiff? Or-or Mikey? Do you really think either of them needs that shit right now?”

Richie leans closer to you, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear as he runs his hand over your ass again, “That bitch is officially not my wife anymore, and you, baby bear, god haven’t you filled out nicely.” He groans and coldness trickles down your spine at his words, your breath quickening as he squeezes your ass again.

“Cousin! I ain’t payin’ you to play grab ass with people, get your ass in here!”

Mikey’s voice echoes from the kitchen and Richie slips away with a chuckle, leaving you frozen at the counter. The bell above the door chiming startles you from your trance and you take a deep breath, nervously adjusting your uniform as you plaster a fake smile on your face to greet the new customer.

Later that day Richie decides to bother you again. You eye him warily, waiting until Mikey comes into view to bend over, ripping open the box of napkins in front of you. You start restocking the shelves behind the counter, banging your head against the counter as Mikey’s booming laugh startles you. Looking back, you see Richie thrusting his hips towards your ass, his hands hovering in the air like he was holding your hips.

You let out a scoff and haphazardly stuff the rest of the napkins onto the shelf, moving to stand up, “You guys are so fucking juvenile!” Mikey lets out another laugh, watching the scene for another moment before walking out of the room. Richie properly grips your hips before you can fully stand up, dragging you back against his hips. Your breath leaves you in a rush as you feel his dick harden against you and you rip his hands off you, hurrying away from him as he laughs.

~~~

You eye Mikey warily when he starts putting his jacket on in the middle of cleaning The Beef, “Mikey, we still got like half the kitchen to sanitize, the fuck you going?”

He flashes you a grin, bending down to kiss the top of your head, “Don’t worry about it, baby bear, you and Cousin can finish up tonight and I’ll make it up to you. Promise.” You grumble but he ignores it, pulling you into a quick hug on his way out the door.

You sink your hands back into the dishwater, trying to ignore the spiders of paranoia creeping up your back. Richie sidles up next to you, his hands coming to rest on your hips and you glare at him. His laugh sends shivers down your spine as he pulls you back against him, “Guess it’s just me and you tonight, huh?”

“Yeah a real fuckin’ party,” You deadpan, trying to ignore the way the rigid line of his cock presses against your ass. His hands creep between your thighs and you shake him off, turning to glare at him properly. “C-Cousin, you need to stop.” You say, trying to sound firm as you push him away, “This is wrong.”

He laughs quietly, holding his hands up in surrender as he steps back, “I don’t see what’s wrong about it, babe. We’re both single, adults and you know Mikey would love having me as a brother-in-law.” He brushes his lips against your cheek, “Just think about how happy it would make him.”

You shudder, gripping the sides of the sink as he walks away, tears burning behind your eyes. You take a shaky breath, turning to put the last load of dishes into the sanitizer as you try to push the event from your mind.

You wring out a rag, moving to wipe down the counters when Richie’s arm wraps around your waist, pulling you against his chest. “Rich-“ he clamps his hand over your mouth before you can protest, shushing you quietly as his hand wanders to the top of your pants.

“C'mon baby, don’t be like that. I just wanna show you how special you are to me.” Richie plunges his hand into your pants with a groan, “Just let me show you some love, hm?”

~~~

You’re shaking as you enter The Beef to help with opening, skittishly glancing around you as if that would keep Richie from sneaking up on you. Mikey claps his hand on your shoulder making you jump, letting out a startled squeak at the sudden touch. Your heart pounds as you twist around, letting out a relieved sigh at the sigh of your brother, “Jesus Christ, Mikey, you scared the shit outta me!”

He laughs, wrapping a comforting arm around your shoulders, “Sorry, baby bear, figured you heard me come in.” You wrap your arms around his middle, burying your face into his chest as you breathe in his familiar scent. “So, Cousin told me about last night,” He starts casually and you stiffen against him, heart jumping into your throat as he continues, “He’s a good guy, baby bear, I know he’ll make you happy.”

You pull away to give him a forced smile, avoiding his eyes as you take a step away from him, “Yeah, I-I’m glad you’re okay with it.” He leans down to brush his lips against your forehead before disappearing into the office and you wrap your arms around your stomach protectively, doubling over as you try to calm your breathing.

~~~

You’re still shaken by the time you reach Tiffany’s apartment, giving her a tight-lipped smile when she opens the door with Eva on her hip. Her eyebrows pinch together in concern, “Honey, is everything alright? We can just reschedule if you’re not feeling good!”

You avoid her eyes by busying yourself with taking your jacket off, reluctant to tell her what’s been happening. You shoot her a smile, holding your hands out to take Eva, “I’m okay! Just a little sore from work, we were pretty busy today.” You grin at Eva, slipping into the high-pitched voice that’s always reserved for kids, “Hiya, munchkin! You ready to hang out with Auntie Bear?” She giggles and lets Tiffany transfer her to your arms without a fuss, wrapping her tiny arms around your neck in a vice grip.

“Okay, we’ll be out late so you’ll need to give her her bath and put her to bed. There’s money on the counter for pizza and of course, you are more than welcome to raid our fridge.” Tiffany says with a little laugh as she slips her shoes on.

She pauses for a moment to look you over, shooting you a concerned look, “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

You laugh and bounce Eva against your hip with a grin, “How could I not be okay getting to hang out with my favorite girl in the whole world?” You nuzzle your nose against her cheek and she erupts with giggles. Tiffany sighs, still looking concerned when Frank immerges from their bedroom, resting his hand on the small of her back.

“We gotta get going if we want to beat the traffic.”

She nods, finally taking her eyes off you as Frank helps her into her coat. She grabs her purse and turns to Eva, pressing a kiss to her head, “Okay, Mommy loves you!” She waves goodbye as Frank urges her out of the door and you return it, pushing the door shut behind them.

“Alright! Who wants pepperoni on their pizza?”

~~~

You stand in the middle of The Beef, your eyes stinging from crying as you look around the empty restaurant. You couldn’t believe it. Your big brother is dead, lying in a morgue downtown and the restaurant he worked so hard on stands barren and cold. You hear the scuff of boots on the linoleum behind you and you turn to see Richie hovering in the doorway, shoulders drawn in as grief weighs him down.

You press your lips together as a fresh wave of tears fills your eyes and you throw yourself at him, squeezing your arms around his waist as you sob, “I can’t believe he’s really gone. I-I can’t-” Your words are lost as you sob harder and you press your face against his chest.

Richie takes a shuddering breath and wraps his arms around you, gently petting your hair, “It’s okay, baby, I miss him too.” His voice is thick with unshed tears as he leans down to press a kiss to the top of your head, “Let’s get you home, okay? You need to get some sleep.”

You pull away with a hiccup, roughly wiping tears from your eyes, “I-I can’t, the apartment doesn’t feel right without him. All of his stuff is still-” You let out a shaky breath, “Can I- can I crash with you? Just for tonight?”

He gives you a small smile and nods, pulling you into another hug, “Yeah, of course, you can always stay with me. Let me take you home now, yeah?” You nod and he guides you out of the restaurant with a gentle touch to the small of your back. The silence is almost suffocating when you get in his car, hearts heavy with grief as he drives home.

You hover next to Richie as he unlocks the door, holding it open for you with a comforting smile and you return it with a shaky smile of your own, stepping into his cluttered living room. You look around and let out a little laugh when you spot laundry strewn across the floor, “What is it with boys and having laundry everywhere? I fought with… with Mikey at least once a week because I kept finding his dirty underwear in the living room.” Your face contorts in sadness, eyes burning as you try to will the tears away. Richie touches your back and you let out a sob laced with a laugh, looking back at him, “I would do anything to have that fight with him again… pretty stupid, huh?”

He shakes his head and your face crumples, a tear finally escaping down your cheek. Richie sighs and pulls you against him, resting his chin on top of your head as you cry quietly. He carefully guides you to the couch, letting you tuck your face against his neck as he pulls you into his lap.

You sigh, tears slowing as the warmth from his body sinks into yours. You close your eyes, almost being able to imagine the arms curled around you were Mikey’s as Richie’s scent that was so close to Mikey’s envelops you.

A whimper slips from your throat as Richie slowly slides his hand over your leg. You push at his hand, trying to stop his movements but he shushes you, settling his hand on the apex of your thighs, “Don’t worry, baby bear, Cousin’s got you.”

Fresh tears slide down your face and you curl your fingers into his shirt, squeezing your eyes shut as he slips his hand into your pants.

~~~

Richie’s quiet as he watches you move around his kitchen when your phone lights up, a text from your landlord appearing on the screen.

Landlord 💀 4:50 pm

Your lease ends at the end of the month, can I count on you to sign on for another year?

His eyebrows raise, eyes flashing up to study you curiously for a moment before piping up, “I think your landlord just texted you, something about your lease?” You hum in acknowledgment, wiping your hands on a dish towel before picking your phone up.

You let out a sigh and type out a quick reply before setting your phone face down, ignoring when it vibrates against the surface. “She wants me to sign a new lease and… I don’t know, it’s different there without Mikey.” You turn back to the food you’re preparing, starting to chop an onion as you continue, “I’ll probably sign one anyway, I can’t afford rent anywhere else.”

Richie scoffs softly, “Why do you need to sign a new lease? You’re already here most nights, just move in.” Your knife slips off the onion at his response and you let out a quiet hiss as the blade barely misses your fingers. You set the knife down with a sigh, leaning on your hands against the counter.

“I-I don’t know, Cousin… I mean, I like having my own space and I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

He moves to stand behind you, squeezing your shoulders gently, “Take the spare room, then. You know I love having you here and Eva definitely loves having you here. I think she’d go crazy if you moved in.” At the little girl’s name, you turn to look at him, a small smile tugging on your lips.

You stare at each other for a moment before you finally shake your head with a small laugh, “Alright, alright I’ll move in.” You agree, throwing your hands up in defeat, “Playing dirty, using your daughter as a bargaining chip.”

He laughs and presses a kiss to your cheek, wrapping his arms around your waist in a tight hug, “As if she wouldn’t do it herself if she was here.” He rests his chin against your shoulder with a smile, “She’ll be so happy that we can be a proper family now.”

~~~

You set down the last box from the moving truck on the coffee table, stretching your arms over your head with a loud groan. “God, I am never moving again.” You say with a laugh, looking over the collection of boxes littering Richie’s living room. Your living room.

Richie snorts as he rips a box open, replying teasingly, “Good thing I plan on keeping you.” He leans in for a kiss and you giggle, pressing your lips against his for a moment before you turn away to open another box.

His words cause a strange pit in your stomach and you try to shake it off, your words stilted as you answer, “Yeah, I really do appreciate you for letting me move in. It was weird living alone after so long.”

Richie smirks, “I can think of a couple of ways you can show me that appreciation, baby.” He jokes, wiggling his eyebrows at you and you stiffen for a moment, unwrapping a mug with unnecessary force.

“Oh I bet you can, perv!” You force out a laugh as you joke back, burying yourself into unpacking things as you try to forget his words.

As you slide the final book next to a collection of children’s books you let out a long sigh, a warm feeling washing over you as you take in the sight of your things mixed with Richie’s and Eva’s. You drop down onto the couch with a groan and rest your head against the back, eyes slipping closed as tiredness sinks into your bones. You’re too tired to react when Richie crowds you against the armrest, draping an arm over your shoulders, “So. How’s it feel to be officially living here?”

You shift uncomfortably as his hand slides down your side, fingers digging into the swell of your breast for a moment. “P-pretty great, I’m really happy to be here with you.” You say, voice artificially bright as you convince yourself to accept his touch.

Your breath hitches as his hand disappears beneath your shirt and teases his fingers along the waist of your jeans. Richie leans down, pressing kisses along your neck as he murmurs, “I think we should go christen the house, what do you think?”

Your breathing is ragged as you carefully pull his hand out of your shirt, “I-I think we should just get some sleep, it was a long day.” You move to stand and Richie catches the back of your shirt, easily pulling you back down.

In a swift movement, he has you pinned underneath him, hand pressing over your mouth to cut off your protests as he growls, “Not gonna get away from me this time, babe.” His other hand drops down to unbuckle his belt as he leans in until his nose brushes against yours, “I think it’s time we make this official.”

~~~

“Eva, honey, it’s time to get ready for bed!” You call out, hurriedly wiping the counters down. You hear her protest and you sigh, hands shaking as you mentally calculate how much needs to get done before Richie comes home before stepping into the living room.

Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes as you crouch down next to Eva, “Sweetie, it’s time to brush your teeth and get changed into pajamas.” She whines, giving you an exaggerated pout as she continues scribbling over the coloring page.

“I’m not tired! And I want Daddy to tuck me in!” Her voice pierces your ears and you wince as a throbbing ache builds behind your eyes.

“I know you do but Daddy had to work late.” You sigh and place your hands over Eva’s, forcing her to stop. “Eva it’s time for bed. If you go brush your teeth and change into pajamas right now, I’ll let you watch a movie in bed.”

Eva’s bottom lip wobbles as tears fill her eyes and she rips her hands from under yours, roughly pushing you, “No! You’re not my mommy! I want my daddy!” Your breath gets knocked out of you as you land hard on your ass and you press your lips into a thin line, chest heaving as you try to stay calm.

“Eva, go brush your teeth. Now.” Your voice is surprisingly calm as you rise to your feet. Eva pouts and crosses her arms, turning her back to you. You take a shaky breath and tears burn the back of your eyes as she ignores you. “Alright, bedtime then.” You stoop down and easily lift her into your arms, dodging her flailing limbs as you walk to her room.

You set her on the bed and press a kiss to her forehead, tucking her in the best you could with her squirming with a quiet, “I love you, Eva.” You make sure her night light is on and flick the overhead light off, shutting the door behind you. Then the crying starts. A heartbreaking, ear-piercing wail that makes your eyes overflow with tears and you slide to the floor, burying your face in your hands. Your head is pounding by the time her cries taper off into sniffles.

She’s finally asleep when you hear the front door open and you quickly stand up, wiping away stray tears left on your face as you move to greet Richie. He smiles at you and bends down to peck your lips, “how were my girls today?”

He looks around the room, frowning as he spots the half-done chores. Your heart skips a beat as you try to explain, “E-Eva wouldn’t stop clinging to me this morning and had a tantrum when I put her to bed, so I-I didn’t manage to get as much done as I wanted to.”

“That’s no excuse.”

You gape at his words, opening your mouth to defend yourself when his hand shoots out and grabs your hair, forcing your head back, “You’re a mother now, baby, you can’t neglect your duties just because Eva’s being a handful.”

You whimper in pain, reaching up to pry his fingers out of your hair, “Richie please, I’m trying, I just need a little-little help. You know how much I love Eva but she knows I’m not her mom and doesn’t want to listen to me sometimes.”

He scoffs and throws your head away, your head swimming as you stumble, falling to the floor when you try to regain your balance. “You’re pathetic, you know that? You’re just gonna let a 5-year-old dictate your life?” He asks with a mocking tone as he undoes his belt, slowly drawing it out of the loops on his jeans. Your heart jumps into your throat as he folds the belt in half, tapping it against his palm. “You know what I have to do now, right?”

“Richie, don’t, please.” Your voice cracks as you plead with him and he lets out a cold laugh, crouching in front of you to squeeze your face.

“I’m doing this for your own good, baby. I’m just trying to teach you, but you’re so fucking stubborn that this is the only way.” His voice sounds almost sympathetic as he shoves your face away, rising back to his full height.

The first strike hits your side and the air is knocked out of you, making you wheeze as you try to catch your breath. The next strike makes you cry out and clamp a hand over your mouth, not wanting Eva to wake up. You use your free hand to help you struggle to your knees, reaching out for the dining table to pull yourself up. Your hand slips as Richie tuts, kicking you away from the table. He laughs with disbelief, “How are you going to learn if you run away when I’m trying to teach you? Hm?” He punctuated his words with strikes of his belt, letting it fall from his hand when you grow still beneath him.

Richie crouches next to you, gripping your hair to make you look at him, “Now, I expect you to finish the chores before coming to bed. Understand?” You give him a shaky nod and he smiles, leaning to kiss you, “There we go, I only do this because I love you so much, you know that right? I just want to bring out the best in you.” You force a smile as a tear slips down your face and he releases your hair, leaving you on the floor as he leaves the room.

~~~

It takes three months and having Natalie announce her pregnancy to finally realize you haven’t had a period in months. You’re tearful as you pull Natalie into the office for privacy, finally managing the words, “I think I’m pregnant.”

Natalie squeals gleefully and pulls you into a tight hug, “Oh baby bear! Our kids will get to grow up and go to school together!” You hug her back, pressing your face into her shoulder as you try to draw comfort from your big sister.

“Isn’t- isn’t it a little early? I mean I’m not even 22 yet, what if I-” Your words get stuck in your throat and you tighten your arms around her, “What if I’m not ready to be a mom and I fuck it up?”

Natalie lets out a quiet “oh” as she pulls back and cups your face, giving you a sympathetic look, “You’re amazing with Eva! It won’t be any different with your own little one, and you’ll have Richie to help you!” You force a smile and nod at her, pulling her into another hug.

You’re skittish when Richie gets home from working on The Bear, flinching at the slightest movement as you set the table for dinner. You busy yourself with making sure Eva eats, barely touching your food as anxiety ties your stomach into knots. Eva gives you a food-filled smile and you giggle softly, gently pushing her hair back from her face.

You glance over at Richie, forcing a casual tone as you say, “How would you feel about cleaning out that spare room?”

He snorts, eyeing you suspiciously, “You gotta give me some context here, babe, what do you want with it?”

Your eyes return to Eva as you keep your casual tone, “Oh, you know… The baby will need their own space at some point, don’t you think?” His fork clatters against his plate at the same time as Eva lets out a screech.

“You’re having a baby?” She asks excitedly, wiggling away from the table to press her hands against your stomach.

You let out a laugh, catching Richie’s gaze as you nod, covering Eva’s hands, “Yeah, you’re going to have a little brother or sister soon.” Eva makes a disgusted noise at the thought of getting a brother but continues to stare at your stomach in amazement, pressing her hands harder against you as if that would let her touch the baby.

Richie pushes away from the table with a loud screech of chair legs against the floor, moving to crouch next to your chair. He presses his hand on top of yours, unshed tears shining in his eyes as he looks up at you. You give him a smile, leaning down to press your lips against his in a slow kiss, giggling against his lips as Eva lets out a loud, “Ew!”

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