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Hi! Can you do a Richie Boyle smut short where he has sex with the reader who happens to be Francis’ sister because he is jealous about how close Francis is with his father?
“You again.”
The deep, salacious purr slips over your shoulder as you feel a warm chest press against your back.
You recognize the voice. The accent. The smell of his cologne, and the incessant need to seek you out just to intimidate you.
You don’t want to feel intimidated by him, but sometimes…you just can’t help it. Because despite Francis’s warnings, Richie has always had this…ability. This effortless talent to draw in the attention of everyone in the room.
Maybe it’s because they know he’s the son of one of the most dangerous mobsters in Chicago, or maybe it’s just his charm.
Either way, he certainly always has your attention.
“Richie,” you greet, willing yourself to sound uninterested. “You’re early.”
You catch his nonchalant shrug out of your peripheral as he reaches into his coat pocket to retrieve a cigarette. “Or maybe your brother is just late.”
“He’s in another meeting,” you explain, glancing back just in time to watch him light the object between his fingers. “He’ll be here soon.”
He takes a long, slow drag, eyes falling over your face before he exhales the smoke from his mouth and tsks, “Not soon enough.”
With that, he brushes past you and further into the warehouse, leaving you to stare at his back.
“Let me guess,” he calls over his shoulder, removing his hat and tossing onto a nearby table. “He’s with my pops.”
You straighten up, taking note of the slight edge woven between each word. “Yes.”
Richie chuckles. A dark, almost sarcastic sound. “Of fucking course. Always. S’always fucking Francis, isn’t it?”
You don’t really know what to say to that, but you suppose it’s more of a rhetorical question as he suddenly spins around to look at you.
“And let me guess…” he says again, now taking a deliberate step toward you just to watch your lashes flutter. “They sent you…to keep an eye on me.”
You go deathly still as he begins to approach. You don’t want him to know he’s right, but you suppose he’s smart enough to have figured it out.
Francis didn’t think he would. In fact, nobody suspects Richie of being sharp enough to do anything.
You don’t know him very well, but even you can see that that’s an unfair assumption.
“They sent you…” he continues, head cocking as he studies you, “to keep me out of trouble.”
He’s closer now. Much closer and your heart begins to race as the light catches the golden hue in his eyes.
You open your mouth, ready to respond, but find that you have nothing to say. What can you say? You can’t lie to him. He’d surely have you hung if he found out.
So, you go with Plan B. “They did,” you agree, breath hitching as you anxiously await his reaction.
He’s quiet for a moment, regarding you with what looks to be amusement as his tongue comes out to wet his bottom lip. “Yeah? You gonna keep me out of trouble?”
Again, you have nothing to offer him. No quippy remark, no argument—nothing.
And you want to berate yourself for the way you’ve gone so soft but there’s something…about him. Some shift in his demeanor that’s caught you off guard.
Francis has made comments about Richie for years. Calling him spoiled, weak, a waste of goddamn hair.
He’s painted him to be this narcissistic monster with no charisma or soul.
But the man before…is not the man your brother described.
This Richie is…well, breath-taking.
And he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing he sees. And perhaps that’s all part of some act, but…for right now…you choose to believe it’s real.
His hand lifts, long fingers finding your jaw as he follows the sharp curve to your chin. Then, he takes hold and tilts your head up.
“I asked you a question, mama,” he murmurs, and you swallow.
“I don’t think I could ever keep you out of trouble,” you answer honestly, and you’re rewarded with a proud smirk.
“Is that right?” he hums, letting his thumb ghost over your bottom lip. “Well…maybe a little trouble is exactly what I need.”
You straighten up. “Yeah? And what makes you think you could handle it?”
His palm instantly moves back to your jaw as he squeezes—hard. “Better watching your fucking tone, honey.”
“Yeah? Or what, Rich?” you retort, offering him a small but incredibly smug smile. “Hm? What are you gonna do without your little henchmen?”
He hesitates for no more than a second before he’s tossing his cigarette aside to grab onto both your hips and shove you back against the nearest support beam.
You gasp to hide an excited whine, the wind nearly knocked from your lungs at the force of his aggression.
His palm comes up to your throat, fingers tapping your pulse point as he squeezes just hard enough to make your head spin. “Say it again.”
You squirm, a needy pit growing in your stomach at the devious expression on his face. In his voice. His touch.
“Say it,” he hisses, lips dangerously close to your own. Taunting you with a taste. “Or beg me to prove you wrong.”
You’re practically panting, hands finding his shirt to clutch onto the material and urge him closer. “Rich…”
“What?” His head cocks, mouth once again dancing up in a condescending grin. “What, mama? What do you need?”
His fist snaps closed around your throat as you inhale sharply, your lashes fluttering until he’s satisfied with your reaction, and loosens his grip again.
“You,” you whisper, but it’s teetering on the edge of a whimper. “You, Rich…please—”
He kisses you, quickly, and fervently. And it’s full of unspoken desire and need, his tongue tangling with yours as you just about slide down the beam.
“Nuh-uh,” he growls, using the hand on your hip to force you back up. “Not going anywhere, sugar. Gonna stay right here. Where I can ruin you.”
And maybe you know better. Maybe you know Francis would never forgive you. Maybe you know that you’re only a pawn in the game Richie is so desperately trying to play.
But maybe you just don’t give a shit.
“Hurry,” you murmur, head falling back as he kisses down your throat. “They’re gonna be here soon. He’ll kill you if he knows.”
Richie’s arrogant reaction is obvious to you even without being able to see his face. “And who says I fucking care, hm?”
With that, he moves to your dress, bunching the excessive material up so he can slip underneath and find you.
His fingers drag deliberately slow along the band of your underwear. And when he dips down to tease your clit over the fabric, you gasp again and straighten up onto your tiptoes.
He laughs, too pleased with himself for making you fall apart so easily.
He was right. He could ruin you. He’s going to ruin you.
And perhaps that’ll come back to bite you in the ass tomorrow.
But for right now…
You wouldn’t have it any other way.
LISTEN, I EDGED YOU JUST A LITTLE BIT, I'M SO SORRY BUT IF YOU EVER WANT A PART 2, LET ME KNOW, AND WE CAN FINISH WHAT WE STARTED 🤪
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There's almost no Richie Boyle content..Zero ultra sfw with him? Thank uu
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Richie is an absolutely awful cook. Truly, truly terrible. Even making toast he somehow manages to set something on fire. That doesn’t mean he’ll stop trying, though. Every night, when you breach the door to the kitchen, you’re met with clouds of smoke and a very freaked out Richie wafting a tea towel about as if it could possibly help.
“Sunshine!” He’d beam, dropping a steaming pot that smelled of charcoal into the sink, shucking an absurd pair of hot pink oven gloves and greeting you with a kiss on the forehead. He’d look at the sink, guiltily, “I think we’re gonna have to order in. Again.”
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y’all ever mean to write a little thirst and it turns into a whole fic?
got damn I love Dylan O’Brien in The Outfit (2022)
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Alright y’all! So I totally thought this was a request but maybe it wasnt. Please tag yourself if this was your request! Gif is not mine.
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Y/N stood at the bar fuming. She hated the way Mable flirted with Richie. She ordered another Scotch and threw it back, it not making it any easier to see him with her. Y/N was not a trusting person by nature having grown up in the mafia in her home country. She has been in America since she was 10 years old and can conceal her accent if needed.
Richie and y/n kind of grew up together their fathers having been friends since y/n moved here. She loved Richie but he did not feel the same way. He loved her like a sister and nothing more. Maybe that’s why y/n didn’t trust Mable. She seemed to perfect for him. She had him wrapped around her pretty little finger.
“You know, you two should get a room,” she hissed. They couldn’t keep their hands to themselves at all.
“Aww, y/n, and leave you here all alone?” Richie asked.
“Not like you’re talking to me anyways,” y/n mumbled as she sipped her scotch this time.
Mable just stood there. She knew that you guys grew up together and typically didt get in between you guys. Although, sometimes y/n wished she would just so she can show her whose boss. She can’t handle Richie. A real woman is the only one who can and that was y/n. The women are trained to manage the boys and the boys are trained to do tasks, example being kill, steal, rough up others.
“Such a stick in the mud,” he said under his breath and motioned for another drink.
“I think youve had enough,” y/n spat.
“And I think someone’s jealous,” he gave her a side smile. Mable hid her giggle.
“Yeah, ok,” she sipped again, “if I’m jealous of you then I must be more drunk than I thought. Anyways we have to go to discuss tomorrow.”
“What’s tomorrow?” Mable asked, she knew a lot but not everything.
“Nothing for you to know,” y/n spat again. Her big boobs smooshed on the bar top, leaning in to push the glass back. Being short at only 5 foot, she wasn’t that ferocious but she could handle her own.
“Got damn, woman, you are being a bitch,” Richie stated. Men typically never spoke that way to women, but in the business it was negotiated.
“So what if I am, I am you’re superior and I said move it.”
“I can take him over if he doesn’t want to go now,” Mable finally spoke, “I have to get going anyways as I have to work in the morning.”
“Yeah, see, y/n, Mable can take me.” He pointed at her.
“Whatever,Boyle. Be there.” And y/n strode out, her bubble butt attempting to bounce in her trousers but they were too snug.
“Short and mighty that one,” Richie said as he downed the last of his drink, “let’s go doll face.”
Mable started up her car and Richie gave her directions, “is y/n jealous of me?”
“Of you? No doll face. She’s just like that,” Richie replied and lit a cig.
“Well she has nothing to worry about. I’ll take good care of you,” she cooed.
Richie didn’t say anything at first, just enjoying the ride. They were passing the Taylor shop and Mable stopped.
“Why’d you stop?”
“I just have to run and get something, I’ll be right back.”
She flittered away from the car and disappeared from site. Another car pulled up behind him as he waited. He noticed in the rear view mirror and was getting his gun ready without moving too much as he didn’t want to give it away. Car doors sounded and he jumped out ready for a gun fight but so we’re they. 2 shots rang out before a shouting came from the group.
“Richie!? Oh shit,” it was Francis.
“Jesus, Francis! Why’d you shoot me!?” Richie held his hand over the wound and fell to his knees.
“You look real suspicious in the car. Wanted to be sure no one was jacking our spot. Let’s get you inside.” He hoisted Richie up and out his arm over his shoulders. They busted through the door and Mable was no where to be found. Mr. Burling was there, startled by the racket.
“Master Richie, Francis. Good evening. Are you hurt master Richie?”
“Yeah, he’s got a marble. Can you take it out and sew him up?” Francis spat as he dropped Richie on the table.
Mr.Burling was looking over the wound and moved Richie around, “I’m afraid he needs a doctor.”
“No he doesn’t. You can sew him.”
After some back and forth, Mr. Burling sews him up and Richie just laid there, passed out from the pain. At this point, a lot of time as passed since the meeting was to have started. The phone rang and Francis ran to answer.
“Yeah?”
“Where the fuck are you?” Y/n’s voice rang out.
“We’re at the taylor shop obviously, all because richie got shot—“
“He what!? I am on my way. Don’t fucking move.” And with that the line went dead. Francis looked at the phone and put it back on the receiver. He noticed there was only one car in the street now. He didn’t think anything of it until he realized it was the car Richie got out of. Who was here with him?
“Hey richie, rise and shine,” Francis called out and splashed some water on his face. Richie came too for a few moments but was very pale.
“What the fuck man!”
“Y/n’s on her way.”
Richie’s face was all scrunched up, “shit. She’s gonna kill me. Literally.” He looked around for a moment, “where’s Mable?”
“Mable wasn’t here, sir,” Mr. Burling stated.
“Yeah she was. She said she had to grab something and I was waiting in the car for her,” Richie recapped. Mr.Burling just shook his head.
“There’s no car out there now,” Francis stated.
“Maybe she just came to the front and didn’t come see me,” Mr. Burling stated.
Y/N busted down the front door just then, stomping through.
“Richie, you better have a damn good excuse.” She shouted.
Francis just stifled a laugh as he knew Richie was going to get it but y/n turned on her heels to him.
“You. I said to find him, not shoot him. What the fuck is wrong with you? Can’t take a simple order-“ she kept going. Her 5 foot frame becoming redder with anger and she kept getting louder shouting at all of the men in the room.
“Hey, cool it-,” Richie put a hand on her shoulder and he was met with an elbow to the ribs. He howled as she was right above his wound.
“That’s what you get for not listening to me about Mable. She just left your ass,” she was in his face. Mr.Burling just stood there, not wanting her wrath but he could help but notice that Francis went to the parlor.
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Mastermind - Richie Boyle (Smut)
Author: @harringtonstilinski
Characters: Richie Boyle x Reader
Word Count: 2,691
Warnings: fluff
Smut: no | yes; fingering
Requested: Yes! I hope it meets your expectations, anon friend!
A/N: Hi, friends! After not posting for Richie for ages, I'm finally getting one out! I think this is the shortest smut piece I've ever written, lol. BUT, I hope you like this! If you do, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊
May 1956. The biggest month of your life. Your third date with Richie Boyle was this month. The two of you had met at Burling’s when you were getting your father’s suit back from being tailored.
After Leonard had handed you your father’s suit, you turned to walk back through the entry where Mable sat, only to crash into Roy Boyle’s son. He held you steady with a hand on your back, asking if you were okay, and from then on, you and Richie had a thing going.
He had brought you to his home the night of your second date to meet father, the Irish Mob Boss, Roy Boyle. Everyone was taught to fear ol’ Roy because of his background, but he showed you nothing but kindness and welcomed you into his home with open arms. Ever since then, you were an honorary member of the Boyle family.
But, tonight was a very special night. Richie had told you that he had something special planned and to dress casually but nice. Since the only thing you really wore was skirts, you opted for a black, knee length one with a pink top and your black and white Oxford shoes.
Your hair was down and in curls that were in style. As you were touching your curls up, you heard a knock coming from the front door, so you hurried as quickly and elegantly as you could before grabbing your purse, your coat and gloves, putting your coat and purse on as you walked briskly to the door, opening it after putting on one of your gloves.
Smiling, you looked at how handsome Richie looked in his suit. “Hi, Richie.”
“Hi, beautiful,” he replied. “Damn. You look beautiful.”
“Thank you,” you said, your cheeks warming a little. “You look handsome as ever.”
“Thanks, doll.”
The nickname that made your knees weak.
“You ready?” Richie asked.
“Yeah, let’s go,” you smiled, putting on the other glove.
Richie put his arm out to the side, letting you walk in front of him after you locked and shut your door. Being the gentleman that his father raised him to be, he made himself home on your right, blocking the traffic from you in case something were to happen.
The movie theater wasn’t far from your home; a couple of blocks at most. Richie had it all planned out, and executed part of his plan on his walk to get you. He put his arm around you as you walked before saying, “Listen, doll, I was thinking; maybe we'll catch a later show and go get some dinner.”
You happily groaned, carefully leaning your head back on his shoulder as to not mess your curls up. “I’m starving. I haven’t eaten since lunch.”
“No snacks?”
“Nope. I was too busy getting ready to think about food.”
The two of you hadn’t really had your first kiss as a couple yet. The closest your lips got to each other were your cheeks. So when you looked up at Richie, your heart beat just a little bit faster as he looked down at you and smirked before kissing your forehead.
Nevertheless, you smiled and looked forward, seeing a couple put their heads down and scoot to the other side of the sidewalk. The action made you sigh in defeat.
“What’s the matter, doll?” Richie asked.
“I just don’t like seeing people cower at seeing you or your father,” you answered, honestly. “It makes me sad.”
“I know. But that’s the way my family works.”
Looking back up at him, you said, “Please tell me it won’t be like that if we have a family one day.”
Richie looked down at you, seeing the worry in your eyes, and smirked. “I promise. Besides, I think Francis will take over and kick me out of my own family.”
“I’ll have to hurt him, then,” you said, a small smile on your own face.
Turning the both of you towards the door of both of your favorite Italian restaurant, Richie asked, “And how do you plan on doin’ that?”
“Kick him in his family jewels.”
The two of you chuckled as you walked inside, the host quickly grabbing two menus and leading you to Richie’s normal table. What struck you as odd as the three of you passed the tables, was seeing Mable there, looking sad and uncomfortable at seeing the two of you together.
You decided to ask Richie about after the host left the table once Richie helped you in your chair. “Hey, Richie?”
“Yeah, doll?” he asked, looking at his menu, already knowing what he wanted.
“Was there something between you and Mable before I came along? She’s here and looked quite upset.”
Sighing, Richie set the menu down, lacing his fingers together before placing his arms on the table. “Yes. I couldn’t get you off my mind after our first meeting, so I broke things off with her a couple of weeks later. I waited about two months before asking you on our first date.”
“Such a gentleman,” you replied, sarcastically.
“You’ve seen how my Pops is with me and Francis. Treats that son of a bitch like he’s his goddamn son.”
You flinched at his use of language, something you weren’t used to yet.
“Sorry, doll,” he apologized. “But the one good thing about him is that he treats you like the daughter he’s always wanted.”
“Well, that’s good to know,” you smiled, holding your water glass up to take a small sip.
When the waiter showed up at the table with Richie’s favorite appetizer, he voiced that our meals would be out shortly, to which Richie thanked him for.
He looked at you, a chuckle sounding from his throat at the disgusted look on your face. “What?”
“I still can’t believe you eat calamari.”
Just then, the waiter returned, setting a plate in front of you, profusely apologizing. “I am so sorry, Mr. Boyle. It won’t happen again.”
“It’s fine,” you answered. “Thank you.” You smiled up at the waiter, seeing a bead of sweat fall to his eyebrow from his hairline.
He quickly smiled at you before darting off to the kitchen.
Looking at Richie, you knew the look he was wearing all too well. “Oh, stop it, Richie. It was an accident. Maybe they didn’t have it ready when yours was. I mean, you do come here alone sometimes. Maybe they didn’t think you’d have someone with you.”
“Then why would they get two menus?”
“Rich,” you said, softly. Using the nickname only you were allowed to use, aside from his mother before she passed. “It’s fine. Don’t cause a scene.”
Richie relented, looking down at your plate. “Tomato and bruschetta?”
Holding one out for him, you smiled and said, “Here, try it.”
“Try the calamari first.”
“I have. I had a bad batch once. Turned me off of it forever.”
“Where from?” Richie asked.
Waving him off, you answered, “This little diner I used to work at. I actually think your dad used to stop by a lot.”
You looked at him while taking a bite of your food, seeing a look of confusion and thoughtfulness on his face. Snorting lightly, you covered your mouth with your hand. “What’s with the look?”
“Pops never stopped by any diner. Not that- wait, the one off West Randolph?” He pointed his fork at you in recollection. “The sock-hop one.”
Nodding with a smile on your face, you answered, “The Soda Hop.” You set your bruschetta down, covering your mouth while you laughed. “Such a cheesy name.”
Richie joined you in your laughter, essentially agreeing with you about the name when the waiter showed back up, bringing out Richie’s order of a roast chicken with his favorite sides, as well as your order.
The two of you dug into your meals, laughing and chatting while you ate. When dessert came, you thought you were going to bust, but as you were walking along the sidewalk with your arm wrapped around Richie’s, everything seemed to fall into place.
To say that you were falling in love with Richie was an understatement. You were in love with him the moment you bumped into him at Burling’s. You’re thankful that your father sent you instead of going himself.
As you and Richie approached the theater, you stopped him and turned to face him. “Please tell me this is just a normal date on a normal night watching a normal movie.”
Richie took half a step closer to you, placing his hand gently against your cheek, your head tilting into his touch. “Of course it is, doll. Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Because you’re Richie Boyle, and knowing you, you probably bought out the whole theater for only us.” You felt him stiffen slightly at that.
“Richieeeeee,” you groaned.
“I just wanted it to be special,” he said, softly.
“It would’ve been special even if it was packed full of people, babe.”
Chuckling, his eyes cast down to your lips before looking back into your eyes. “Wouldn’t be special with what I have planned for us, beautiful.”
Your core clenched at his words. The two of you hadn’t reached that part in your relationship yet, and you felt ready. You just weren’t sure if Richie was ready for that part. Well, you actually did know that he was ready. It was just a matter of time before either of you made a move in those regards.
“Come on,” Richie said, putting his arm around your shoulders. “Let’s go enjoy this movie.”
You didn’t know which movie he had picked, so to say that you were excited was an understatement as the two of you walked up to the snack counter, where Richie ordered the two of you a couple of Cokes before you two went into the theater.
Finding your seats was easy as Richie had suggested the seats in the dead center of the room. Smiling as you sat down, you looked at your boyfriend, watching as he took off his coat and hat, setting them into the seat next to him before finally finding a purchase beside you on his own.
You could feel that something big was going to come out of tonight, whether it was him ending the night in your bed, or you in his, but as he laced his fingers with yours, pulling your knuckles to his lips, you didn’t care where the night ended… as long as it ended with him.
The film that the two of you were watching was titled The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit. You had absolutely no idea what it was about, but you sat through the first quarter of the movie, eyes glued to the screen as you tried to follow along with the story line.
When you felt Richie’s lips on your knuckles again, you looked over at him, watching as he kissed his way down your hand and up your arm. As his eyes locked on yours, you couldn’t help the feeling that came over you as you leaned towards him, and he to you, your lips locking in your very first kiss as a couple.
As your lips moved in sync, you didn’t register his hand moving to your inner thigh, slowly pulling your skirt up to your mid-thigh before gliding his fingers back up your inner thigh to where you wanted him most.
“Richie,” you moaned, softly.
“Yeah, babydoll?” he asked. You could hear that stupid smirk on his face as he spoke. “What do you want?”
Resting your head on his shoulder as he barely skimmed your clothed core, you quietly whined, “You,” before looking back at him. “I want you.”
“What do you want me to do?”
Softly kissing his lips, you breathed out a sigh before whispering, “Touch me. Please.”
He looked around at the exit points for any of the employees before looking up into the projection booth, seeing a body disappear out of sight before the booth’s door and exit doors closed, leaving the two of you alone.
Richie looked back to you, seeing an already fucked out look on your face. “Damn, baby. Fuckin’ needy already, huh?” He turned his body more toward you, moving his hand from your aching core to your knee, spreading your legs a little further apart, your skirt rising up more at the action.
Bringing his hand back to your center, his eyes locked onto his hand as he rubbed and down with two fingers before looking back at your face, your eyes shut at the small amount of pleasure he was giving you. “Do you want more, baby?”
Nodding your head, you whined a little louder than before. “Please.” You opened your eyes at the feel of your panties being moved to the side, Richie’s fingers gliding up your center, spreading your lips apart to reveal more of you to him.
You’d had sex with other men, sure, but none of them made you as wet as Richie did.
“Damn, babydoll,” he whispered, eyes moving from your wet core to your eyes. “This all for me?”
You nodded your head again, your bottom lip between your teeth. A moan escaped your throat as you watched him put his fingers into his mouth, lapping up the arousal he had gathered, a satisfied groan coming from his own throat.
Bringing his fingers out of his mouth, he said, “You taste amazing, baby,” before bringing his fingers back to your center, a single digit sliding into you with ease, pumping a few times to elicit a long and loud moan from you before bringing said digit to your clit, where started to rub your nub in circles.
“You like that, babydoll?” he asked. “You like me playing with your clit?”
Your answer came in the form a loud moan, your head tossing back slowly, the pleasure starting to course through you as he moved his finger down to your entrance, circling your arousal a few times before inserting two fingers into your heat, his thumb attaching to your clit where he rubs circles in time with the pace he was setting his fingers.
“Damn, babydoll, you’re makin’ me hard,” he whispered, watching as your hips rolled in time with his fingers, the pressure in your belly starting to form.
Picking your head up, you looked at Richie, one of your eyebrows up and the other furrowed in pleasure. “Please, don’t stop Rich.” You took a breath to speak, but your words were cut off by a groan of pleasure. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
Richie almost stopped all movements of his hand at hearing you say the word fuck. “My little innocent girlfriend said the word fuck. I’m corrupting you.”
“Shut the fuck up and make me cum,” you replied, your body bouncing with the movements of your hips. Once you felt the coil in your tummy was about to snap, you tossed your head back again, saying, “Faster, Rich. I’m gonna cum.”
Doing as you asked, Richie pumped his fingers a little faster, a yelp sounding from you as he pumped his fingers a little harder than he anticipated.
“Oh, my god,” you groaned. “Do that again. Do that a-” The word died on your tongue as Richie pumped his fingers harder into your core, the coil snapping without warning, your pussy pulsing against his fingers.
Slowly working you through your orgasm, Richie couldn’t help but watch as you tilted your head back up, looking him in the eyes. When he was sure your high was over, he pulled his fingers from you, putting his fingers back into his mouth. “Fuck, you’re incredible,” he moaned after pulling his clean fingers from his mouth.
He readjusted your panties and skirt, your legs back in their proper place. Once your head was resting against his shoulder with your hand around his arm, you sighed in content, noticing the movie was almost over with.
Looking up at him, you smiled. “Thank you,” you whispered.
Once he looked down at you, he smiled back and asked, “For what?”
“The best night of my life… you little mastermind.”
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A/N 2: let me know what you thought!
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Posted on January 31, 2024
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Chicago Honey Chapter 2
A young woman tries to take on the town and make her way to the top by making friends in not-so-friendly places. As she finds herself in one sticky situation after another, she realizes that the secrets she is keeping for those putting money in her pockets are bound to eventually come out. But it’s her own secrets that will be her downfall. *Named reader POV. OFC X Richie. (Warnings: Eventual smut, sexual assault, language, adult themes, racial themes, violence. 18+, NSFW. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! This is not a dark fic, but Richie is toxic. Francis alone is a warning, so…)
Chapter 2
Joey drove that car like he had stolen it, and we finally stopped flying down the streets many miles away from The Blue Moon. He eventually pulled over onto the side of the road and the three of them fussed amongst themselves about what to do with me. Truthfully, if they were going to turn me into a ghost, they would have done it already. I half listened as they tossed ideas back and forth, mostly with Richie fussing about the other two men being stupid and how he didn’t want to dig another hole on the side of the highway.
“Look, we ain’t gonna shoot her.” Richie argued. I knew it.
“Then what the hell do you suggest? Since you’re such a genius.” Francis challenged him.
“I’m the brains here, you son of a bitch.” He reminded Francis. The tension between them was evident in that moment. I looked out the window, which was beginning to fog up, and saw a diner across the street.
“If you’re not going to shoot me, can I at least get something to eat?” I asked them, boldly. They all looked at me with shock. “Or let me get something to eat and shoot me after, if that’s still on the table.” I was starving. I always worked up an appetite at work. “Let’s be good to each other, remember?” I blinked innocently at them. Well, maybe not totally innocently. Whether it was me that convinced them, or the awkward silence in the car, I wasn’t entirely sure, but we ended up in the diner in a booth in front of the window. They smoked their cigarettes and refused to eat, meanwhile I ordered myself a slice of apple pie. If I was going to die that night, I could at least enjoy some dessert beforehand. I shoveled the sweet treat into my mouth and sipped on a cup of coffee, figuring it was going to be a long night.
“I still got my gun on you under the table, so don’t get too comfortable.” Francis warned me.
“I’m sure you do.” I huffed at him and dabbed my mouth with a napkin. “Question is, is there a bullet in that chamber meant for me.” I cut my eye at him and lifted my coffee mug to my lips.
“Tell me why we should let you go.” Francis grilled me.
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because I was simply minding my own goddamn business when I stumbled upon your little business transaction.”
“Business?”
“That’s what it was, right? Business.” I dug into my pie again. I knew the trick with this man was to not let him see me flustered. “That’s how the Boyles do business, I thought.”
“Shh!” Joey shushed me. I gave him an exasperated look.
“You don’t think you’re spotted that easily? Everybody knows you guys. Plus, look around, this place is kind of empty if you haven’t noticed.”
“You got a lot of sass about you for someone who should be worried about seeing the light of day.” Francis must have grown tired of my attitude.
“I didn’t see anything.”
“You saw enough.”
“It’s a little fuzzy to me.” I responded and then looked at Richie who was sitting next to me, rubbing his hand along his jaw, as if he was thinking.
“You’re a liability. A lose end.” Francis leaned forward and lowered his voice, trying to intimidate me.
“No, I’m just a stripper.” I shot my eyes back at him. “You can keep me quiet without killing me.”
“How so?”
“I don’t know, convince me.” I countered.
“Convince you?” he licked his lips, “You know what tends to do a lot of convincing?” and I heard the click of his gun from under the table.
“You can use me.” The words slipped past my lips before I even thought them through all the way.
“It’ll take a lot more than what’s between your legs.”
“No, not like that!” I quickly corrected him, glaring. How dare he. “I’m no whore.” I sat up straighter and dropped my fork on my plate. “I could have told you about the Whitmore brothers being in that place, and the cops. We got regulars.” I started. “The cops were there because of the Whitmores. The older one always leaves in a stupor without paying his tab and he makes a big scene when he’s kicked out. That and the fact that they’ve been trying to pass counterfeit at the place for months.” I took another sip of coffee, “That’s why I won’t dance for them. And I’m guessing that’s why you all had business to do with them, right?” I turned to Richie again, “They pay you off with faulty funds?” I watched Richie’s brown eyes shoot towards Francis and then back at me. I must have guessed right. “What was it? Booze? Guns?”
“What’s your name?” Richie asked me with his voice low and gravely.
“Honey.” And he snorted. “No really.”
“That ain’t your real name.” Francis jumped back in.
“It’s the only one I go by.”
“What are you trying to do, make a deal?” Joey piped back up.
“I’m trying to make it in this town just as much as everybody else, and I have to walk a lot further to get milk and bread, if you know what I mean.” I shot my answer at Joey and then sat back. “Walking out of here with my life is a great bonus, yes.”
“You look to be doing pretty well.” Joey stated before he lit another cigarette. Richie reached out his hand and grasped the white fur on my coat, feeling it with his fingers before snorting and returning his hand to his chin.
“Shit’s not even real.” He chuckled.
“Hey, I’m a dancer. This is a costume.” I defended myself and shot another look at Joey who was clearly not that bright if he couldn’t decipher faux fur from the real deal. Or the stage jewelry. I turned and looked at Richie again. “Women who can afford the real deal don’t have to show skin to make cash.”
“So, what do you want, a job?” Richie took a big drag from his cigarette and blew the smoke out from the side of his lips, avoiding blowing smoke on me. The cloud danced into Joey’s face, but he ignored the discourtesy. “We let you live, and you work for me?”
“Not for free, of course.” I corrected him.
“Keeping your life isn’t payment enough?” Francis’s voice came again and I didn’t bother to shift my eyes from Richie to look at him.
“I’m tired of table scraps while men like you eat like kings.” My words came out more solemn than I would have liked, but I wanted him to understand how serious I was. “Nobody would suspect a dancer. I serve all types, the rich, the poor and the in between. Who better to use as a lookout or a messenger than a woman who sits on laps for a living?” I kept my eyes on the leader of the sharks sitting in front of me, refusing to back down even while I lifted my cup to my lips again. I saw the corner of his lips curl up into a small smile before he looked at both of his other men.
“Whatcha thinking, Richie?” Joey inquired.
“We should run it by your father first.” Francis’s tone sounded cautious.
“I can make decisions just as much as my pops can.” Richie quickly fired a heated response back at him.
“It’s your day, birthday boy,” I started in a sultry voice, “You call the shots.”
This was my chance, my chance to get out of that crowded, run-down townhouse I was sharing with five other dancers. It was my chance to do more than get by, I wanted to get ahead. I was already at a disadvantage, even upon arriving, but they didn’t need to know that much about me. Whether it was right or wrong didn’t bother me. I believed you needed to do a little wrong to live the right way anyway, especially in Chicago. If I wanted to hold myself to better virtues, I wouldn’t be stripping for a living. I watched Richie’s face for a more concrete reading, knowing he was thinking, but wanting to be more sure of what. In the little time that I had gotten to know him, it was evident that he thought pretty high and mighty of himself, and if he had a chance to make a decision that would further push him into power, that’s obviously what he was going to do. Any way he could demonstrate his power to those other two men at the table, especially Francis, I knew would be his move. The question was, did he know I was able to read him that well, and did he know what was going on in my mind all the while?
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Hi! I’m not sure if you’re still writing smuts – Dylan O’Brien smuts to be exact, but if you still are, is there by any chance you could write a Richie Boyle from The Outfit smut ? I just really love the way you write !
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Haven't actually seen The Outfit 😬 I haven't been out much to the movies. The only thing I've seen in theaters in a long while was Sonic 2.
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Cuba Libre housewife kink with Richie boyle 😩
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“Look at you! My pretty lady,” he smoothed a big hand up your back, watching with doting eyes as you bounced up and down on his throbbing cock, “such a good girl for her daddy. But you don’t need to do all the work, right? Let’s get daddy to do all the work, right? You just lay there n’ look pretty,”
“Wh-“ you were cut off by Richie flipping you over, slamming you into the mattress but protecting the back of your head with a strong hand, grinning at your high pitched squeal. He held your thigh with calloused fingers, watching his cock disappear into your sopping entrance.
“That’s it, my good little wife,” Richie panted, hot breath raising goosebumps on your neck for him to duck his head down and lick at them, “gonna keep you like this, spread open and ready f’me to fuck whenever I want. Gonna keep you barefoot n’ pregnant for years, pretty girl. Bet you’d like that, huh? All you’d have to do is be my pretty little wife forever n’ ever, my pretty little wife,”
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And also Chamomile and Honey - moodboards [send me a character + aesthetic and I’ll make a moodboard] Richie Boyle + on a date
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Sorry guys!!! Life has been really hectic with work and I found out I am expecting so just hang with me.
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Requested by anonymous: HIIIIIII!!!! Oh boy am I excited. Okay so now it's my turn for James Keene 🤩. Can I please request a story (it's a bit specific, but I've just finished peaky blinders and can't get it out of my head) which takes place after Jimmy has gotten out of jail. The reader has an older brother (think like Richie Boyle from the Outfit..it could even be him if thats okay with you) who runs a similar business like the one Jimmy used to, but they both hate each other. Nevertheless Jimmy falls for his sister which wounds up to be tough for both men. If you want the reader can have more brothers who run the business. THANK YOU FOR YOIR TIME I HOPE THAT WASNT CONFUSING LMAO BYEEEEE
pushed back in time to the 50s I believe, not in the same universe as Black Bird, someone should request for Richie Boyle 👀 *wink wink, request for richie boyle babe-* also, no smut!! i wasn't really in the mood for smut, sorry anon honey :( also, yes, a bit confusing but it's okay! i hope i did it justice :)
Jimmy's front was a bar that he was a bartender for. It fit, honestly, being a bartender for a drug dealing front. The only thing that didn't fit was the flower shop right next to him his competition always frequented.
Richie was too much of a firecracker to be liked, he had a problem with his anger issues so no matter how many times Jimmy tried to make some sort of alliance, it always ended in Richie getting pissed off and leaving — not before punching one of Jimmy's men though.
Today, he was determined to find out what the hell was so interesting about the flower shop next to his bar. Maybe it was just a ploy to see what he was doing? Figure out if they could steal another shipment?
All of the thoughts were running through his mind as he walked into the flower shop, opening the door to make a bell ring out. All of the smells flooded into his nose, his eyes widening when he saw all of the beautiful flowers and mixed bouquets. They were absolutely beautiful and bright, each flower absolutely perfect with zero wilted petals or leaves.
"Hi, welcome in! I'm so sorry, be there in a minute!" Your voice rings out, Jimmy pausing.
Maybe it wasn't what was so in the shop but who.
"That's alright love!" James slowly walked through the aisles, trying to find you in the entirety of all of the flowers that could've blinded him if they were lights. For fucks sake, they were all beautiful. You put together different colors and textures, one bright bouquet of roses and sunflowers catching his eye.
"That was my first bouquet I made," you say, walking toward him with a smile. "N-Not that one exactly, but the roses and the sunflowers. They're one of my favorites."
"It's beautiful." James said, smiling as he looked back at you. "I'm James, I run the bar next door."
You pause but take his hand and give it a firm shake. "Y/N. Nice to meet you. What can I do for you, James?"
"Well, I'm not sure if you know, but I run more of the high-end bars in town, and someone is always asking why we don't have centerpieces in the VIP rooms." James makes up the lie quickly, smiling down at her. "It doesn't have to be very big, and you will have full creative freedom if that helps guide your decision. All I ask is that they are different every week."
"Oh. Oh wow, when would you need the flowers? Come with me," you say, keeping his hand in yours and pulling him to the back. "Is there any color scheme that you want? Or a limit in price?"
"No, again, full freedom. Anything you want, I'll just pay every week." He smiled at you as you pursed your lips, humming.
"Well, it wouldn't be weekly. If anything, it would be biweekly, I make sure my flowers last longer than a week. There's a special element in the water." You say, writing down some ideas in some pretty handwriting. "Each bouquet would range anywhere from thirty to one hundred each. Is that okay?"
"Perfectly fine. I would only need eight each order because it's strictly for VIP rooms."
“Oh, gotcha! I can do that,” you smile one of the prettiest smiles he had ever seen. “I can get these for you in two days. Sound good?”
“Very good, love. Thank you, I really appreciate it.”
The bell rings making you look up, yelling out, “In the back!”
“Y/N! Where are you?!”
You rolled your eyes. “In the back!”
“Oi, you seen that-” Richie paused when he saw James, gaping. “Why the fuck are you here?!”
“Richie! Go away, he’s a customer!” You yell, quickly standing up straight. “James, I will have these flowers for you soon, okay?”
“No you won’t!” Richie comes between you both after you go around the desk, shaking his head. “You stay the fuck away from my sister.”
James paused, looking from you to Richie. “She’s too pretty to be your sister.”
“Haha, very fucking funny! She’s adopted, you asshole, leave her the fuck alone!”
“Richie, stop!” You say, pushing him as hard as you could. “I’m so sorry, James, ignore him.”
“I will,” James smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.”
It makes you smile, nodding. “Yes. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“No he won’t!”
“Shut up, Richie!”
After that, you saw him a lot more. James came to see you every day, it was just a matter of time before something happened.
It started off slow, soft kisses behind closed doors and light touches when no one was looking, but Jimmy wanted to change that. You were the first girl he actually wanted to get serious with, he wanted to be able to go out on dates with you without risking being punched by your brother.
Maybe that's the reason why he stood in front of your house, ready to meet Richie and then your dad to continue to court you. It was something stupid he normally didn't believe in, but he wanted to do it right.
So, as soon as he passed the gates, he really did expect the punch he got straight to the face.
"You kissed my sister you bastard?!"
"Rich! Richie, you leave him alone!" You tried to yell, gasping as James shoved him.
"Don't fucking hit me!" He shouted, wiping at his mouth with a sigh. "I came to get your respect, not your approval."
"You don't have any of that, get out!" Richie goes in for another hit before Jimmy caught his wrist, shoving him.
"Listen to me!" James shoved him again, looking over his shoulder to stare at you being held back by one of his henchmen. "I love your sister, even if you don't know anything about that shit."
"Don't you fucking-"
"I'm going to be with her no matter what." Jimmy smiled back at you before glaring at your brother. "So, you better learn how to fucking live with it."
His words make you smile widely, giggling. "Move, Richie!"
Reluctantly, he does with a shout of your father, letting you run forward and into Jimmy's arms. "Oh my, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I'll take more than a punch to be with you." He smiled as you giggled, pressing a firm kiss to his lips. "I'll win him over, I promise."
"You better, or he might just kill you!"
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CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR
Hello again!! Just thought I'd update the characters that I write for! Here is my main masterlist! If you don't see someone listed you want to request a fic for, just send me an ask and I'll let you know if I write for them!
copy and pasted from my 'recording live' main post, soon to be up!
my favorite characters to write for are marked with ***
K-POP
STRAY KIDS
Bang Chan***
Han***
Changbin***
Felix
Hyunjin
Seungmin
I.N.
Lee Know
ATEEZ
Seonghwa***
San***
Mingi***
Hongjoong
Wooyoung***
Jongho
Yunho
Yeosang
For the K-POP groups, I'm not like deep in the fandoms - I listen and love their music, but I'm not deep in it (a little deep in the Fandom of Stray Kids, but y'know). I didn't list BTS because I don't really listen to much of them.
MARVEL
Peter Parker***
Bucky Barnes***
TASM! Peter Parker***
Loki
Thor
Pietro Maximoff***
Kraven the Hunter*** (this man is so fine, bad boys need love and shit just fuck me-)
Dave Lizewski*** (Kick-Ass is owned by Marvel)
Natasha Romanoff
Wanda Maximoff
Miguel O'Hara
DC
Jason Todd*** (Titans)
Dick Grayson*** (Titans)
Gar Logan*** (Titans)
Conner Kent (Titans)
Damian Wayne
Barry Allen (The Flash series)
THE HUNGER GAMES (2012-2015)
Finnick Odair***
Peeta Mellark
Cato Hadley
TOP GUN: MAVERICK (2022)
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Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw***
Jake "Hangman" Seresin
SCREAM VI (2023)
Ethan Landry
DYLAN O'BRIEN CHARACTERS
Stiles Stilinski*** (Teen Wolf 2011-2017)
Void! Stiles*** (Teen Wolf 2011-2017)
Richie Boyle (The Outfit 2022)
Mitch Rapp (American Assassin 2017)
CRIMINAL MINDS (2005-)
Spencer Reid***
Luke Alvez
Matt Simmons
WEDNESDAY (2022)
Wednesday Addams (No smut!)
TARON EGERTON CHARACTERS
Eggsy Unwin (The Kingsman Series 2015-)
Robin Hood (Robin Hood 2018)
Jimmy Keene (Blackbird Series 2022)
THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY (2019–2023)
Five Hargreeves***
Ben Hargreeves
DIVERGENT SERIES
Tobias (Four) Eaton
Peter
HARRY POTTER
Theodore Knott***
Mattheo Riddle***
Remus Lupin
Regulus Black***
Lorenzo Birkshire***
COD (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare)
Simon “Ghost” Riley
König
THE LAST OF US (2022-)
Joel Miller
Tommy Miller
MISCELLANEOUS
Dorn*** (Bad Boys for Life 2020)
Owen Hendricks (The Recruit 2022)
Derek Hale (Teen Wolf 2011-2017)
Seth Clearwater*** (Twilight 2008-2012)
Benjamin (Twilight 2008-2012)
Seth (Day Shift 2022)
Tyler Rake*** (Extraction & Extraction 2 - 2020 & 2023)
Arvin Russell*** (The Devil All the Time 2020)
Luke Marrow (Purple Hearts 2022)
Tangerine*** (Bullet Train 2022)
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Reunion - Richie Boyle
Author: @harringtonstilinski
Characters: Richie Boyle x Reader
Word Count: 1,188
Warnings: angst, small fluff, mentions of guns, mentions of blood
Smut: no | yes;
Requested: I don't remember... if you requested this, pls let me know!!
A/N: Hi, friends! After having this sit in my google docs for over a year, I finally got inspiration to finish it! I hope you like this! If you do, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊
Ten years ago, I left Chicago and vowed to never return… that is until my father passed away. He was head of our family’s crime organization. Yes, I knew my father was a mobster. Did it scare me? A little. Did I want anything to do with it? Absolutely not.
See, my father had no sons, only daughters. I have an older sister and younger sister. We’re all two years apart. My older sister wanted absolutely nothing to do with our father’s line of work, same with my younger sister. So, the only two people to take over from my father was his right hand man, Donnie Ward, and… me.
I guess I didn’t have a choice but to come back, especially for the funeral. I was standing with my mother at his grave site, black dress and shoes on both our bodies, watching as my father was lowered into the ground. My mother, hysterically crying, was taken away from the six foot square in the ground.
Lifting my eyes to dead ahead of me, I saw a family I didn’t think I’d ever see again; the Boyle family. We were allies with them, which meant that my sisters and I grew up with Richie. His father, Roy, was good friends with mine.
Deciding it was best to talk with them, I walked around the grave of my father, walking straight to Roy.
“Mr. Boyle,” I smiled, hugging him.
“Y/N!” he said, hugging me back. “It’s been so long.”
“It has,” I replied. “How have things been?”
He knew exactly what I was talking about. “As good as they’ve always been.”
I nodded my head. “That’s good.”
Turning towards Richie, Roy said, “You remember my son, Richie?”
Smiling and taking a few steps towards him, I said, “Who wouldn’t?” Richie and I hugged before doing that thing where you kiss both their cheeks in greeting. “Richie, how ya been?”
“Good, good. And you?” he asked.
Gesturing around me, I replied, “All things considered.”
Him and I looked at each other, not saying a word. I didn’t think words needed to be said with the looks on our faces.
Roy cleared his throat, causing me to look from his son’s eyes to his own. “As much as I would love to get down to business, I don’t think now would be appropriate.”
Confused, I asked, “Get down to business?”
“It means that my Pops, here, wants to join forces. Combine the families together,” Richie explained. “Just for business, not personal.”
I smiled a little to myself, looking down. “Never mix your business life and personal life.” Looking back up at Richie, we both finished my father’s quote, “Or someone will wind up either hurt or dead.”
My name was then called by my mother. I said my goodbyes to both Boyle men then walked over to my mother, putting my arm around her shoulders and walking her to the car.
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“Look, I don’t care how much he fucking owes. Get me my money!” I slammed the phone on the receiver, sighing as I sat back down in my seat and closed my eyes. “Fucking men.”
“Aww, we can’t all be that bad.”
I opened my eyes, seeing Richie leaning against the doorway to my father’s– my office. “Yes. You all are that bad.”
Gesturing with his chin towards me, he asks, “Who and how much?”
“You remember my father’s right hand, Donnie Ward?” I asked.
Richie nodded his head, folding his hands in front of him.
“It’s him. Apparently, when my father told him that I would be taking over the family business, he got all pissed and stole two grand. Now, my guys are trying to find him to get the money back.”
Knowing what my answer was going to be, Richie went ahead with the question that I knew he was going to ask. “And what are they going to do when they find him?”
I stood, placing my hands flat on the desk. “Blow his fucking brains out.”
He smirked. “Good answer.”
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“I should be taking over, not her!” Donnie bellowed.
I stood there, checking my nail polish as my guys went on their torture spree on Donnie.
“Doesn’t matter, Don,” I singsonged. “This is a family business. You’re not family.”
“Being your father’s right hand made me family!”
I looked at him, seeing the trail of blood coming from the corner of his mouth. “Not in my book. My father died and left the business to me, and only me. My siblings wanted nothing to do with it. They hated this job, especially this part. Now, you can either tell me where my money is…” I said, trailing off at the end.
Walking forward, I grabbed the gun from Thomas, my new right hand. I walked over to Donnie, standing about a foot from him before raising the gun, putting the barrel right between his eyes. “Or I’ll blow your fucking brains out myself.”
Donnie scoffed. “You wouldn’t. You’re too sweet for that. Daddy didn’t–”
“We found it!” Charlie said. “In his apartment, under his bed.”
“Now, you don’t have to kill me,” Donnie chuckled.
“Ohh, but I do,” I said. “See, you did my father wrong. Told him to take all the bad deals while you went behind his back and took all the good ones for yourself. You personally put my father through hell with this business. I’m having to clean it myself. But you know what I won’t be cleaning?”
His eyes stared into mine, waiting for my answer.
“Your blood off the floor,” I sneered before pulling the trigger.
Once the reality of what I had done started to sink in, I backed up on shaky legs, handing the gun back to Thomas. “Take care of the body. I don’t care how or where, just get rid of it.”
Nausea started to set in as I made my way back to my office. Once I stepped inside, I started to almost panic, feeling hands on my shoulders.
“Hey, hey, take it easy. What happened?”
I turned around, seeing Richie standing there.
“I shot Donnie. I fucking shot him.”
“Where?”
“Between the eyes.”
He gave me a look of sympathy, pulling me into him as I started to cry. “It’s okay,” he said. “We’ve all been there.”
“Not you,” I pointed out. “You’re too chicken.”
He chuckled, which caused me to chuckle in return. We looked at each other before he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear that had fallen from its hold. “It’s gonna be okay,” he whispered. “I promise.”
I couldn’t help myself as I stood my toes, pressing my lips to his, feeling him kiss me back instantly. Our lips moved in sync before my lungs felt like they were catching fire. Pulling away from him, slightly, I took a quiet breath in, feeling his forehead press against mine. “Our families,” I whispered, taking another breath in.
“What about them?”
“They’re combined.” I looked Richie in the eyes, seeing nothing but adoration in them. “You’re mine now. You always have been, and you always will be.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N 2: i forgot this was done in first person pov, lol. but let me know what you thought!
Additional Note: i hope i did richie justice!
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Posted on December 7, 2023
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requests; open (s.h. & e.m.) / new guidelines
so, i literally just got done with writing always the babysitter. it's bittersweet that my second series is done being written.
my requests are now open until about the beginning of november, where i'll start the proofreading, doing edits and posting of always the babysitter.
the characters that i write for are ;
steve harrington (henderson!reader)
eddie munson (newest addition) [henderson!reader]
stiles stilinski
dave hodgman
stuart twombly
thomas (tmr)
mitch rapp
richie boyle
joel dawson
sam taylor
stuff i won't write ;
unaliving one-self
kidnapping / trafficking
stranger things kids (el, max, lucas, mike, will, and dustin. they will be included in the story if the request is for steve.)
stuff i write if asked ;
a certain character (oc's [emma, and olivia{more background; pre atb}], sibling!reader, smut, fluff, angst, etc)
aged up characters (ex: college!steve & reader, dad!stiles)
au's (soulmate, modern, best friends to lovers, fake dating, break up;back together, secretly dating, enemies to lovers [will try my best for any other au's y'all request])
i do also write stilinski!twins, but those take more time to think about.
rules;
please stay within these newly found guidelines
if you don't see your request within 2-3 days, please let me know which one you sent and i'll do my best to get it out asap. if you don't see it within a week after that, it's because i've gotten busy with my hubbs, kiddos, and the kids i babysit mon-fri from 3pm-5:15pm, est.
reblog, reblog, reblog. i know you've seen this from every other content creator here on tumblr, but it really helps us out. this isn't tiktok where you like something and it shows up in the algorithm.
likes and comments are welcome! i love it when y'all like and comment on a fic i've written.
i am a mama to a 7 & 2 year old, as well as a wife of almost 10 years. please be patient with me. we're also in minor softball season as well.
please have fun!
REQUESTS ARE OPEN AS I AM POSTING ALWAYS THE BABYSITTER. if you still send one in, i will still write and post it for you within 2-3 days after a new chapter has been posted!!
edited to add: anything with an asterisk is just the working title, and is subject to change at any point during the writing process before or even after posting.
#harringtonstilinski#guidelines#requests ; open#stiles stilinski x reader#stuart twombly x reader#dave hodgman x reader#mitch rapp x reader#richie boyle x reader insert#joel dawson x reader#sam taylor x reader#dylan o'brien x reader#joe keery x reader#steve harrington x reader
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Patch You Up - Richie Boyle
Author: @stilinskiparker
Characters: Richie Boyle x Reader
Word Count: 803
Warnings: angst, mentions of guns, mentions of blood, mentions of needles and stitching, fluff
Tropes/AU’s: Best Friends to Lovers | Fake Dating | Soulmate AU | Established Relationship | Break Up ; Back Together | Enemies to Lovers | Secret Dating | Assassin AU | if you can think of any more, let me know!
Smut: no | yes;
Requested: Yes, from this list! I hope it meets your expectations, anon friend!
A/N: Hi, friends! My first Richie fic! I hope you like this! If you do, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊
Richie. Fucking. Boyle. What can I say about Richie Boyle? He’s funny, charming, handsome, can make any suit look good, and a gangster. Hm. Guess I can say a lot about Richie Boyle.
A little background; Richie and I met through my friend, Mable, who also happened to be his ex-girlfriend. She worked at a tailor shop here in Chicago with a fella from London named, Leonard. She had asked me to go with her to work one day, so I did. Richie just so happened to be there, talking with Leonard about something his Pop said. She introduced us that day, and by that night, Richie and I were sitting in my living room apartment, drinking whatever our drink of choice was, and the rest is history!
We’ve been together for about a year now, and it’s been great! Sure, it’s had its ups and downs, but I’m thankful for it all! Before Richie, I wasn’t happy in my last relationship. I always felt like the other guy was putting me down just for trying to be me. Richie doesn’t do that; he lets me be me.
I was standing in my kitchen when I heard knocking on my door. Putting the tea bag in a cup of hot water, I turned around, wiping my hands on my apron and walking towards the door. Right before I opened it, I heard a small groan, seeing Richie on the other side, clutching at his side.
“Hey, doll,” he groaned. “Can I come in?”
I moved out of the way, opening the door a little more for him to enter. I saw red on his crisp, white shirt that put my ass into gear. “Oh, my god. You’re bleeding!” I moved to stand in front of him, moving his hand from the spot he was holding.
“It’s nothing, baby,” Richie said. “Really.”
I grabbed his arm, moving him through my apartment to my bathroom. I sat him down on the side of the tub, quickly moving to grab my first aid kit that had my sewing kit hidden in it. “Tell me everything. Who did this?”
Grunting, he said, “Fucking Francis.”
I sighed heavily. I didn’t like Francis. He was trying to steal Richie’s spot as his Pop’s boy. “Stupid fuck,” I whispered. “Ya’know, if I was there, I woulda done something.” As I moved back to kneel in front of Richie, I heard him chuckle lightly.
“And what would you have done?” he asked.
I looked up at him, then at his chest, thinking. “I don’t know. But, I woulda done something. No one hurts my man and gets away with it.” I opened my first aid kit, grabbing my sewing kit out of it, sterilizing the needle before threading it. “Were you shot or stabbed?”
“Shot, but it’s more of a graze.”
“Let me look.” I moved to unbutton his shirt, Richie helping me. I helped him carefully remove his jacket before helping to remove his shirt. I looked at his wound, grimacing slightly. “Damn.”
“Doesn’t look as bad as it feels,” he groaned.
“Don’t move.” I stood, going back to my kitchen as I grabbed the whiskey he keeps over. My heels clacked against the floors as I moved back to the bathroom, taking a swig of the dark liquid. “Swig,” I said, handing him the bottle.
“What are you gonna do after?”
“Well, I have to sterilize it,” I said, looking up at him from my kneel. I swear, the look he gave me made me want to laugh so hard that I’d cry, but I suppressed my laugh, taking the bottle from him. “I’m sorry.”
Before he would say another word, I poured some of the whiskey onto his wound, pained groans coming from him. I could tell he wanted to thrash around, but he contained himself from doing so. Quickly, I grabbed my needle and was ready to puncture his skin when I looked up at him. “This might hurt.”
He gave me a look that said he was unamused. So, I looked back down at his wound, taking a deep breath before puncturing his skin with the needle. He groaned in pain, tipping his head back while trying not to stomp his foot.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, over and over. Once I was finished, I cleaned up the area before putting some healing ointment and a gauze pad over it, tapping the pad in place. I looked up at him, seeing him panting in pain. “I’m sorry,” I repeated, placing my hands on his thighs, resting them there.
He placed a hand on my cheek, my head tilting into his touch. “It’s okay, baby.”
The love I have for this man is unreal.
“Thank you,” he finally whispered.
“You’re welcome,” I smiled. “I’ll patch you up anytime.”
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A/N 2: let me know what you thought!
Additional Note: i hope i did richie justice!
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Forever / Everything Taglist: @stiles-o-dylan24 @stixnstripesworld @fandom-princess-forevermore @quanticobae @mischiefandi @kellyashcroft @lauren-novak @good-vibes-and-glitter
Posted on October 29, 2022
#richie boyle x reader#richie boyle x reader insert#richie boyle x y/n#dylan o'brien x reader#dylan o'brien x reader insert#dylan o'brien x y/n
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