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wedding night with the italian stallion !

who dis? rocky balboa x black/latina!fem!reader

huunni drops > i rediscovered my love for the rocky series since my brother watched them all the time and now im really really attracted to sylvester stallone 🤭 like down bad girl. also im ovulating so lmk if yall want a smut vers of this cuz im DOWN.

rocky's breath was shaking, along with his hands and every other part of his body. usually when he felt like this, he'd be in the heat of a fight. his eyes dart from place to place, making it hard for him to focus on the lights blaring in his face or how he should place his feet.

feels a lot like that now, in his childhood church with you by his side. his eyes are darting from your face to your dress. and he sure enough wasn't focusing on the large industrial lights suspended from the ceiling, his feet weight shifting from foot to foot. after the priest announces you two man and wife, rocky turns to you, hesitantly lifting your viel.

"do i just--? okay." his hands shake and he sighs, finally seeing your face. your eyes meet, and the first day you two met flashes into your mind. how stupidly loud rocky bounded around the pet shop, like a kid in a candy store. picking two turtles, a bowl, some marbles for the bottom, food and a mountain for decoration. he got rid of the mountain, though. turtles kept falling off of it and what not.

you meet his lips with a small peck. its simple, like it always is. when you re-open your eyes, rocky's eyes are still closed, but hes smiling. he opens his eyes too, and his smile goes from a small half-one to a full grown smile, teeth and all.

rocky carried you all the way home, in through the door, a laid you on the bed. his eyes were so soft, so adoring of you. his wife. his woman. he leans down over you, pressing his weight to you until you can almost feel his heart ready to thump out of his chest. the brunette closes his eyes and connects your lips. this isn't your little peck, though. it's a full on makeout, and it makes you feel like fireworks are going off around your head.

you wrap your arms around his head, pulling him up into the bed more, and he complies with you. he's whispering little "i love you"s as he kisses your brown skin. chin, your neck, and down to the cleavage of your wedding dress, and then slips his hands to unclasp it.

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when sonny admitted that he wanted to make you a mother, you thought he was joking, or maybe even lying. you thought that, considering he came from such a big family he would want to wait for kids. but after his youngest sister birthed his (third? forth?) niece, he asked, no— begged you for a baby. just one, he promises (he lied).

he almost cums just by you lowering yourself onto his cock, your dripping kitty just gliding to connect the two of you completely. his balls throb so painfully he whines into your neck, dragging his lips up and down the side before crying out when you clench,

"mommy...y'so fuckin wet around me, fuck." he's not wrong, you two hadn't had a single second of peace the entire week, and the second he was told to take a few days off, he came home ready to be inside you until he couldn't anymore.

your head retracts a bit at the word, looking down at your fiance, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. his eyes are so low and his eyebrows are perched up like a puppies. "mommy?" you ask him, your eyes squinting a bit, intrigued.

"yeah, 'm gonna make you a mommy.. 'm gonna fuckin cum in you till it drips out." his rough hands grip your hips, roughly moving you up and down his cock. his voice drops so fucking deep, like it does when he first wakes up in the morning. his cock is hitting the right spot, just right. and that stupid fucking name keeps falling from him lips, his pink, soft, beautiful lips—

"mommy"

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at first, it was a passing joke after one (four) too many margaritas at a rooftop get together for the department. just something you thought was something your little group of girls (liv, amanda, kat and alex) and only them heard, something everyone giggled a bit and even agreed with (but liv, she complained that "getting taken control of is overrated").

at first, it was something you were almost 100% sure nobody else had heard, and even if they had, it wouldn't matter! everyone knew you and carisi were dating. and even if they didn't know for sure, the way you two lingered around each other, or the way you knew how the other liked their coffee, something was up, something.

at first, it was just that statement.

"i'd let carisi handcuff me."

and boooooy, did he plan to!

at first, when you hear the metal clinking tighter around your wrist, your blood runs a little cold. usually, you would be putting your cuffs on someone else. someone who did something foul. but now, in the comfort of your own home, your own bedroom, it felt good. it made that split second of freezing blood worth it when your boyfriend pecked your shoulder and your entire body warmed, your thighs rubbing together as you arched your back just a little bit more, enough for you to feel this tip (which was covered in pre) tap your clit ever so slightly.

when he slips inside your slick cunt, he groans just like always before gripping your restricted arms and pulling you flush against him.

"fuuuuuck, doll.. 's the shit.. fuck yeah." his accent is thicker, his voice low and sultry as he whispers into your ear. the room starts to smell like sweat and carisi's cologne as he keeps rutting into your wet pussy, not stopping until you cream around his cock and shake, begging him to let up, to give you a break.

once he unlocks your handcuffs, the brunette massages your wrists and kisses you. knowing that that little passing statement you made will now make a lasting affect in the bedroom 🫶🏾