She A Good Girl But For Me She A SSHHHHLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUTT

She a good girl but for me she a SSHHHHLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUTT

he is so fine i just wanna be in his skinnnnnnn!!

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your breaking my heart😔💔 .

Mafia!eddie Break my heart (pls put it back together) angst+fluff

you ask and you shall receive. i am not liable for the pain and suffering this blurb may cause. lol. also this is pre- bea obviously. angst with a little fluff (little unresolved). also contains mafia themes and some mentions of violence but nothing graphic.

"Would you ever... want kids?"

Eddie's body went still, rigid like it did when he opened the door and saw a fed standing there, or when he saw Gareth battered and bleeding after being jumped and robbed by a rival. A fear that ran through his body and left him unmoving, body snapping into a survival mode that was rare in the comfort of his own bedroom- rare with you.

You looked up, brows furrowing in the dim light of the room. "Ed?" You hummed, taking in his stoic expression, cold and unmoving. "What? Did I-I said something wrong?"

"No," Eddie swallowed, throat tight but voice coming out even. "No, I just- Where's this coming from?" He looked down at you, eyes scanning over every single detail of your features.

You looked down sheepishly towards your hand rested on Eddie's chest, engagement ring bright, glistening in the moonshine that crept in between the curtains. "I dunno." You mumbled, burning with embarrassment. "I just- I was just thinking about it the other day."

"I thought we talked about it." Eddie's tone was harsher than he meant it to, throat strangling his words.

"I know," You mumbled, face falling in disappointment. "Just... Never mind."

"No," Eddie shook his head. "Baby, you know... You know I don't want kids. I thought I was pretty clear when I told you that." Early in your relationship, what felt like a lifetime ago, when you were just getting serious, when it was all becoming real, you'd brought it up. He'd told you that he didn't want them, didn't want to be like his dad and bring a kid into this "shit show".

That was so long ago. Things had changed, you and Eddie had gone through so much, engaged and planning to go through so much more. You thought maybe, just maybe, he might have changed his mind.

The look on his face, bordering on horrified, told you he hadn't.

"You were, just- I'm sorry, just forget it." You huffed, pushing off his chest, rolling over to your side of the bed, desperately trying to ignore the burning in your throat.

"Hey, c'mon," Eddie's hand reached out for yours, trying to stop you. "Don't do this. Talk to me. Where's this coming from?"

You swallowed down your tears, trying to even your own voice. "It's just," Your voice shook. "I just thought maybe you... you changed your mind." You looked at Eddie with watery eyes.

"Baby," Eddie cooed, hand sliding up your arm comfortingly. "I'm not changing my mind on that."

Your heart fell, pulling your arm away from him harshly. "Wait, hey- Where are you going?" Eddie huffed, leaning to smack on the light.

You fumbled out of bed, reaching for your nightgown that had been discarded on the ground, hoping Eddie couldn't hear the sobs you were trying to muffle.

"What- Why are you so upset?" Eddie furrowed his brows. "What is going on with you? You knew how I felt-"

"-Yeah, I did." You snapped. "But I didn't think you'd be so- so final on it." It was stupid, you knew it was, stupid to ever think for a moment that he would change his mind. But he'd been so good with your nephew, so sweet and so... so natural when he held him and rocked him. You'd just thought maybe, maybe it would be different now.

"Was I not clear?" Eddie scoffed lightly, throwing a hand up. "Did I say something that made you think I'd changed my mind?"

"No, you- just forget it." You snapped, wiping your tears away quickly. "Just fucking forget it."

"Wait, hold on," Eddie stood, voice booming when you started to leave. "What's going on? What's your problem?"

"Nothing!" You shrilled, refusing to look at him. "I'm just sleeping in the guest room-"

"-No, you're not." Eddie shook his head, finality in his tone. "Turn around and talk to me. Tell me what's going on. Where this is coming from."

Your lip wobbled, a wave of tears threatening to spill over that you tried to swallow down. "Y-You know, you don't have to be so final about it." You turned, glaring at him. "Like having a baby with me would be the worst thing in the world."

Eddie gawked. "Did I say that? I never fucking said that, so don't start putting words in my mouth-"

"-You didn't have to say it!" You yelled. "I mean, I get why you were so passionate about it before, but now... You're telling me you don't ever even think about it? You've never once imagined what it would be like to have a baby with me?"

Eddie's breath stuttered, mind blanking for a moment. Of course, he had. From the moment you met the boys, cooed over them and spoiled them, all he thought about was how good of a mom you'd be. How good of a mom you'd be if you had your own little baby.

"N-No." Eddie stammered lightly, heart lurching when your face fell, choking on a sob, turning towards the door. "Wait, wait, don't- come back here." Flinging the blanket off the bed, scrambling after you.

The dogs were in the hallway, Vecna and Lucifer following you closely, ears high on alert for who caused your upset. "Baby, come back here. I-I didn't- it's not you."

"N-No," Your chest shook with sobs, stomping down the stairs. "It's fine."

"Don't do this, just-just listen to me. It's not you. It's never been you, it's me. You know it's me, and-and this." Eddie frantically motioned to the space around him, a house bought with blood money, money he'd gotten from his job.

You didn't reply, a sniffly, wet sob his only response. The dogs footsteps blending with yours, down the hall and to the guest room, the door snapping shut echoing through the house.

Eddie ran a hand down his face, taking a slow, deep breath to try and control his flustered emotions, trying to gather his racing thoughts before he went to try and make things right, unsure of where to start.

WAIT CAUSE THIS WAS REAL GOOD LIKE LITERALLY😩

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sweetheart!reader & rafe’s first night back together

the sounds of your sticky and suctioning pussy swallowing rafe’s flushed cock, coupled with yours and his needy and throaty moans echoed through his bedroom of grandeur. his sweat-glazed back laid flat against the headboard, rafe’s head throw back with parted pink lips, his hands laid firmly around your hips as your feverishly bounced up and down on his unforgiving length, “fuuuck, keep fuckin’ me jus’ like that, mama,” rafe groans, thin strings of the both of yours’ cum that connected the tops of his thighs to the undercurve of your soft ass, keeping you connected.

with your acrylic nails digging into the side of rafe’s neck, you flipped your sweat-out hair over your shoulder, licking over your swollen lips with a whine, “s-so good, papi — dame mas duro … please,” you gasped, doe eyes blown from overstimulation as rafe’s thick mushroom tip hit that deep sticky patch that sent you right over the edge.

complying to your request, rafe swings an arm around the small of your dewy back, leaning his forehead against your chest with breathy grunts, his warm tongue lazily lapping at your hardened nipples as he pulls you forward, his toned hips fucking just right up into you sopping wet pussy, “shit — missed fuckin’ this pussy,” rafe moans, softly biting down onto your nipple.

with a small hand cradling the back of rafe’s buzzed head, your back remains arched, your lips parted as the slaps of his hips slamming into your ass left you all cock-drunk and dumbfounded, a pleasurable cry escaping your hoarse throat, “please keep fucking me, just like that — please, papi, please,” you beg, craning your neck down to get a better look at rafe who is staring up at you, his own lips parted as he reached a hand up to mush your forehead against his.

keeping a hand on either side of your face, rafe sends harsh thrusts up into you, the two of you refusing to break eye contact as your pussy squelches with each deep thrust, “jesus, baby — gonna cum so fuckin’ deep in you — y’can take it, yeah?” rafe coos, nodding his own head against yours as you nod wordlessly, swallowing thickly.

“i can take it, i can take it,” you whine, your plump tits bouncing as rafe continues to fuck himself deeper into you.

“ah, fuck! c’mere, mama,” rafe huffs, pulling you down by the back of your matted head as he sends a few quick and hard thrusts into you. you were so fucked out, you didn’t even have it in you to cry, garbled moans and broken whimpers were all you had left.

grabbing ahold of the plush fat of your ass, rafe grinds your hips deep against his a few times, before fucking his hips up into you with on deep thrust of finality. scratching your sharp nails into the smooth skin of his chest, you whine as rafe’s warm cum fills you up just right — you felt so full, you were right at home. allowing your cute lashes to flutter together, you let out a pathetic and choppy hum of satisfaction as rafe presses a kiss to your temple.

“holy shit, y’took that so well, princess,” rafe praises, a spent chuckle leaving his lips as you weakly nod against his shoulder, “stay just like that, m’kay? need y’to have my kid,” he smiles, rubbing a soothing palm to the sticky skin of your asscheek.

and like the cum-drunk sweetheart you were, you simply smiled, pressing a light kiss to rafe’s jaw.

nahhh cause i know rafe lowk acting like a 10 year old sephora girl when you drag him in there.

“Rafe, stop messing with shit”, you slap at his arm as he mixes multiple lotions and retinols together.

And he’s just laughing at how mad you’re getting, continuing to make his potions.

“Rafe, I’m being serious. It’s not fair to the people who are working here,” you pout at him, holding his arm back from messing with anything else.

Now he’s stuck staring at you, and your glossy lips. “Would you relax, I’m not hurtin’ anybody,” and he wins you over, chasing your lips for a kiss or three.

You kiss him back for a moment, pushing his chest away, but he only takes the arm that pushed him away and leaves kisses on it.

“I’m serious, Rafe, behave. I’m almost done and then we can go wherever,” you blush, unable to even look at him.

“Me behave?”, he pulls you closer wrapping your arms around you from behind, “you’re the one getting all flustered.”

You shake your head, “five more minutes then we can leave.”

“Two,” he argues.

“Five.”

“Three?”

“Five”

He loudly groans, grabbing every color of the lipgloss you’ve been looking at and throwing it in your basket.

“Rafe!”, you complain, trying to sort through the colors you want and don’t want.

He reached into the pocket of his shorts, grabbed his wallet and handed his black card to you.

“Rafe, no - it’s too much.”

“Would you relax, I’m tryna spoil you.”

“But you’re not getting anything. I heard Fenty has a new lip balm that’s for men…” you ramble, and he just shrugs.

“I already have your lip balm. The uhhh… Summer one?”

“Summer Fridays?”

“Yeah, that one.”

Your eyes narrow, “that one’s not even yours, it’s mine.”

“Yeah, but I’m always kissing you so I’m always wearing it.”

“You’re not getting anything though, you should pick something.”

“I'm buying stuff for you, and you're mine, so really I'm buying stuff for stuff that's mine.”

You rolled your eyes, “I'm not listening to an explanation that long. Here, you're getting the Fenty men’s lip balm.”

Tossing the balm in your basket somehow made you feel a little bit better, buying something for him on his own card.

“I will never understand your logic,” he chuckled.

“I'll never understand how there isn't a ring on my finger and you have the nerve to call me yours?”

So Sephora didn't end up being your last stop at the mall - Tiffany was.