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Okay I've got another request. Let's go with Coco this time. I've got a soft spot for some Coco. I've had the song Wait in the Truck by Hardy featuring Lainey Wilson stuck in my head and there's some prompts that you have that kind of correlate to the song. So let's go with the prompts:

4. Are you hurt?

5. I can take care of myself.

40. That hurt/hurts.

41. How did you get that bruise/those bruises?

Welcome back Love!

I absolutely adore Coco and he goes really well with these prompts. I'm also very much obsessed with this song as it hits close to home for me. As always my stories are 18+

Trigger Warnings: Domestic violence/abuse

Tag List: @keyweegirlie @meera10 @kikijackson-blog @im-just-a-mississippi-girl

The Bruises that Shape You

As the thunder roared and lighting flashed Coco brought his bike to a halt next to Angel and Gillys. Where the club had taken shelter from the worsening storm. Coco closed his eyes as he dismounted, the urgency in Angels voice when he had called and said they found something. Please don't let it be a body, he thought The wind whipped his hair in his face as the clouds opened up adding to the deafening sounds of the thunder under the overpass.

"Is it her?" he asked his voice cracking as he caught site of the purple leather jacket he had gotten you for your birthday a couple years ago. Tears were already spilling from his eyes as his mind sped forward. You were his best friend, how was he suppose to do life without you? He should have pried more. You had not been telling the whole truth when he asked about the bruises and shit. He had failed you.

"Coco! Snap out of it" demanded Gilly again as he shook his friend. Once Coco's eyes met his he repeated himself. "Its her jacket and wallet. Not her, she's alive." At least Gilly hoped she was for Coco's sake. "She's out there" mumbled Coco as he looked back out on the roadway darkened by the night sky and the late summer thunderstorm. "We just have to let it pass. Its to dangerous to be out in this on the bikes. We will find her" stated Gilly seeing where Coco's mind was going.

Coco simply nodded his mind drifting to a couple hours ago when you had first called. The sound of traffic muffling your cries for help. Coco could only repeat Are you hurt and where are you over and over. Right before the call ended you had called his name and he felt like he had been shot in the chest. "Coco! Help me!"

You were barely moving by the time your legs gave out on you. Your battered and bruised body pleading for you to just rest, stop a moment. You knew if you stopped though you were dead. Bleeding, bruised, no shoes and the only clothing a thin white sundress. A sundress decorated with your blood and plastered to your body by the rain.

Using your nails you managed to crawl a few more feet through the slimly mixture of rain water, grit and mud on the side of the road way. Nothing really registered for you as you lay limp on the pavement. The tears and adrenaline had long since stopped. Your eyes kept fluttering closed no matter how hard you willed them to stay open.

You chuckled to yourself remembering all the times you had told Coco that you could take care of yourself. That John wasn't abusive or hurting you. Someone who could take care of themselves wouldn't be laying half dead on a road in the middle of the night. Especially not after calling her best friend screaming for help.

How could I have let this happened? Been so stupid to let it get this far? Let him abuse me or so long? Why am I so weak? You thought as your mind started slowing as your body started to slip into shock. You shivered slightly as your eyes closed. The last thing you remember was wondering where your jacket was. So cold now.

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"Coco" yelled Angel as he let his bike down when he caught sight of the white fluttering fabric on the side of the road. The scratching of metal barely registering as he ran to where you lay unmoving. His eyes took everything in as he yanked you to him. You were more bruise and blood stains than person at this point.

Feeling your pulse beneath his finger tips he breathed a sigh of relieve. It lasted only a moment as he noted the blue hue and icy coldness of your skin. Your dress was see through at this point and doing little for you besides sapping warmth from you.

"Give me whatever spare clothes you can now" demanded Coco as he yanked your dress off your head. Keeping your body turned to him to protect your modesty as best he could. By the time he had you bundled up Creeper had arrived with the van to take you back to the clubhouse.

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"That hurts" you whined yanking your foot back from Gilly again as he worked on picking the glass, rock and other debris out of your feet. "I'm sorry. You have to let me do this so you don't get an infection" soothed Gilly as he gently picked your foot back up.

You nodded as you bit your lip as tears slipped down your cheeks. "Coco went to John didn't he?" you inquired as you closed your eyes as pain shot through your body. You wanted nothing but to be back in the comfort and safety of his arms. Gilly kept his eyes on your foot as he debated what to say. "We both know the answer" he finally responded as he dared a glance up at you meeting your eyes.

You nodded. He was right the moment Coco had told you to tell him how you got every single bruise you knew Johns fate had been sealed. To be honest the first time his hardened fist had collided with your soft flesh and painted it a hue of blues and purples he had unknowingly signed his death warrant. For you had a guardian Angel who would always look after you. You felt relieved at the knowledge that you would never get hit again. Even if it meant that another human would never breathe again.

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Anybody else getting Coco vibes from this???

Come on I know I’m not the only one… don’t lie

Anyway, I haven’t been on for a while, I’ve been working on something but it’s taking longer than I expected. Might have to take a break from it now and write a short inspired by this song cuz I currently got it on repeat.

#Spotify #Cococruzfanfic

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“I’m having his baby! No I’m not, but you should see your faces!”

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Your Boyfriend is a Bitch Headcanon -Mayans Version

Summary: How the guys would react if they overheard some guy hitting on you and saying that your boyfriend is a bitch. Inspiration came from the song below.

Taglist: @keyweegirlie @hatersaremymotivators @meera10 @kikijackson-blog @im-just-a-mississippi-girl

A hint of mischief is in Coco's eyes as he turns to you after knocking the guy out who had went from telling you how beautiful you were to telling Coco he was a bitch and he could steal you away if he really wanted to.. "My bad ma" he states with a smile. You had been begging for a normal date night away from the clubhouse and brothers. As much as you loved them and the club sometimes it was nice to have a quiet dinner at a nice restaurant outside of town. You couldn't help the smile and laugh as you shook your head as you reached for his hand quickly moving to your car. "I can't take you anywhere. Always getting me in trouble" he continued as the sound of sirens could be heard in the distance.

"Oh, really? You think you have a chance of taking me?" inquired Angel his voice casual as he turned to the younger guy who had sat down at your table. The guy had been chatting you up since you had stepped into the packed clubhouse looking for your man. Not taking a single word you had said to heart as you told him to back off and that your boyfriend was not one to play with. You watched as the mans eyes widened as he took in Angel and his eyes flickered over the patches. Angel was an imposing man sitting down but when he stood up the guy took off. "Thought I was the bitch?" laughed Angel as he sat back down looking at you.

Short king Bishop oozes big dick, don't fuck with me energy. Which is why you are stunned into silence as well as Gilly and Angel at what the new prospect has just said to him. The air is tense as Bishop contemplates the young man who had just dared to say he could fuck you better than him. "I assume you only said this because you think my beautiful goddess of a wife is a club girl correct? " asked Bishop as he gently taps your hip. Once you have stood up off his lap he stands up and walks to the new prospect who has decided now to shut his mouth. "I'll help you out son. There is not correct answer" states Bishop as he grabs the guys arm and leads him out the door.

Manny is all slow blinks and tight smiles as he listens to the man next to him at the bar describe all the ways he would do you as they wait for EZ to get them beers. "Said she has a boyfriend, dumb bitch doesn't know what she's missing out on. He's obviously a winner since he left her alone." states the man as he nudges Manny who chuckles darkly. "Yeah, the mother of my four beautiful girls over there sure is missing out" he states before punching the guy in the face. "Also im her husband not her boyfriend" states Manny before making his way to you. "This is why I don't bring you out ma. Always got me acting up" joked Manny as he pulled you too him for a kiss.

Guero is all angry forehead press and fists the minute the guy grabs your arm to turn you too him. The two of you had been taking a break from dancing and wee making out in the back of the packed clubhouse. you had mentioned to Guero earlier that the guy had been hitting on you and said he could take your boyfriend in a fight when you mentioned you were not single. Guero had wanted to put his fist through the guys face then but you had been so amused he had pushed the idea down so that he could keep that smile on your face. Now though it was on. No one touched what was his.

The moment your sweet Teddy Bear said excuse me and stood up you knew the guy was done for. It never ceased to amaze you how many people thought it was fun to poke the grizzly bear of a man that was Gilly. You smiled as he blew you and your daughter who was cooing away in your arms kisses before grabbing the back of the guys neck and walking him out of the clubhouse. "Still getting guys in trouble, four days after giving birth" chuckled Coco, making you laugh, as he stood up. "I'll make sure he doesn't kill the kid"

Creeper is silent as he watches you and the guy go back and forth. You have just as much blood on your hands as he does, he knows you can handle yourself. He won't hesitate to step in though if you want him too. He patiently waits for your cue as he sips his beer, chuckling when the guy says he can do you better and asks what position you like. "Do you like having your ass fucked?" you inquire as you tap Creepers arm. "As her bitch of a boyfriend I like to watch her fuck guys in the ass" he states as he looks the guy up and down.

"Who's the bitch now?" growled Bottles as he stood over the guy he had just punched in the jaw much to the hock of everyone. The guy had been following you like a scenthound, not taking your rejection of an offer to dance or to sneak off to a more private are. Eve when you stated your boyfriend was a Mayan he was undeterred, going so far as to punch you into a wall saying your boyfriend must be a bitch if he wasn't with you. Pushing Guero out of the way as he congratulated Bottles you pulled him to you demanding he take you home to bed now.

EZ is willing to let the guy slide. He's drunk and clearly overcome by your beauty. Who wouldn't be? He could not blame the guy for coming over and hitting on you. He probably figured you too were just friends sitting here having a drink and a chat. Its and easy mistake if you are new like he was. The two of you shared a look and small chuckle when the guy said your boyfriend was probably a bitch. He was going to let hat slide too but when the guy angrily slapped your beer out of your hand.....letting anything slide was out the door.

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Men need to understand that women post/reblog nsfw content for their own enjoyment. it’s not supposed to serve as a calling beacon to all niggas to come flood their DMs. this isn’t hard to comprehend bruh.

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18+ ONLY BLOG *🚩MINORS GO AWAY!🚩

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The Mayans belong to FX. My heart belongs to these fools & these stories belong to me.

Reblog! Comment like it sends me a thrill...cuz it does ;)

A/N: I have been BURSTING with WANT to get this one out to you. Saving it till last almost killed me. My suffering was for you my luv bugs...ENJOY!!!

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Angel

If your cousin could get away with killing you, you would be dead. The first real Mayan party she takes you to and you disappear before it was even halfway over with Angel fucking Reyes? Yep, dead.

Last night you both barely made it through your front door without giving your neighbors an explicit show. It was all rough groping and hungry kisses, the definition of the word ravage. Gripping and panting and cursing - like you were in a competition to see which one of you would make the other come the hardest.

But come morning, the Angel you woke up laying across wasn't the same man that had your neck in a vice grip the night before. He wasn't the same man that ripped your shirt off of you, in lieu of simply pulling it off over your head. No, this Angel looked at you slightly uncertain when he sat up. Your lips began to turn up in a sleepy smile but his eyes cut away from you and returned shielded with caution. He watched you with a wary expression as if you might have changed your mind. As if you would disapprove of your own decision last night and shoo him away. He shifted to get up but all it took was you resting your hand on his thigh to keep him from leaving. When you reached for him, he hesitated before leaning in. Closing his eyes, he slowly began to accept this softer side of you as you caressed his face and kissed his eyelids. You could feel the tension in his neck subside as you rubbed your thumb back and forth at his hairline. His hands began to wander, almost timidly, as if he hadn't owned every inch of you just hours before.

Whatever demons he used your body to fight last night were defeated…or maybe just appeased because the Angel who joined you in the shower and washed your back was a serene man. He used careful circling strokes with the loofah you handed him. And when you washed him in return, he leaned into the tile wall with his arms up to support himself. As you gently scrubbed, he flexed his fingers on the tile as if wanting to grip the wet surface in order to endure that level of care. Selfishly you wanted to touch him more - this beautiful, tattooed, melanin-kissed canvas. Turning him around you were distracted by a new fixation. The way his hair plastered to his forehead in chunks, heavy like his eyebrows and eyelashes, somehow softened his face even more. When you began to wash his hair, he dropped his head on your shoulder. The single kiss he pressed on your shoulder made you want to abandon your task altogether and simply hold him under the warm spray.

In the shower, Angel had caught sight of three fingertip-shaped marks he left on your calf. An uncivilized blemish left from the night before. Stopping you to look at them again in natural light, he leaned you forward against your dresser. His eyebrows furrowed as if he couldn't fathom having put them there, kissing them in a reverent apology. There, in the sunlit space of your room, this Angel searched you - opening your towel and brushing your skin with his thick fingers every place he had gripped and squeezed and battered into you - healing you with his explorations. Blessing you with tongue laps and kisses in scattered patterns only he understood.

His hands traveled constantly, reducing you to short gasps and high moans with your head thrown back as he traced the hollow of your hip and the unexplored small of your back. His fingertips tortured the back of your knee and the crevice between your cheeks, making you straighten your arms and raise up on your toes twisting to get away from the stimulation that made you tremble and your abdomen jerk. Yes, your cousin would have to forgive you for ignoring your phone ringing, because this Angel had you clinging to your dresser with your leg hanging over his shoulder, while his face was buried so deep between your legs you thought you might pass out. His tongue was flat, caressing and massaging like he was trying to prove the point that he could be something besides a rough-and-tumble lover.

To who? To you? To himself?

Last night he had slammed you, flipped you, held you up and pinned you down, but now this Angel stood to pick you up and carry you with his arms wrapped around you. There was an unanticipated tenderness in the way he secured your legs around him and buried his face in your neck for the few steps it took to get back to the bed. From your place on the pillows you were left to watch him roam from above, your hand buried in his hair accompanying him while his mouth traveled the planes of your body, getting you ready again. Your fingers feathered, stroked and dug into the damp silken texture of his hair, enjoying that he had no products in it to ruin the feel anymore.

Who was this Angel Reyes?

Who was this enchanting version of the man you met last night that now hovered over you silently asking permission before going further - mesmerizing you with the softest brown eyes you'd ever seen? Sober eyes that in the morning's daylight when he first woke up, couldn't quite hide the touch of disquiet within him. Clear eyes with a splinter of hurt buried deep in them - something that you wanted to pluck out and fulfill the urge to kill whoever planted it there. Fiery eyes that were now blazing with want as he sat on his heels to protect you from his previous life with latex. Fluttering eyes that closed in sync with the sweetest groan when he pressed into you, his thickness splitting your swollen tenderness open inch by inch.

Transcending on clouds of sensation, he took you with him - stretching you, letting you adjust to him again. Beneath him, you shifted your position until he mmm'd at settling against your back wall. Now rising up fully on his arms with his chain dangling, he pulled back and slid into you again and you were completely unprepared for the difference. The loud gasp that left you would have been embarrassing if you were capable of self-centered thought. Last night was good, great even - but this? This was a tiny piece of heaven that came from bodies working together wholly for the other's pleasure, not performance. His gold pendant danced across your chest as he rocked into you with powerful strokes, not fast but deep and caressing. His scooping hips angled his length perfectly to caress every spot inside you that turned you to jelly and coaxed unrestrained cries out of you. He adjusted and planted his hands, pausing after each swing up into you, grinding deeper as if he intended to take root and never leave. You clung to this Angel that murmured ¡Cristo! and ¡Preciosa! on gasping growls. He rolled out curses in two languages, grimacing as if in pain from the intensity of the sensations sparking electricity all over him. For him, every stroke into you was a perfection, an endless massage from tip to base. Your hot, wet suction had him tucking in his lips and turning his face into his own shoulder to muffle his own desperate sounds as he grew closer to the fullness of pleasure achieved.

Despite the need in him urging him on Angel was not rushing you. He felt your trembles start and stretched out your pleasure until he couldn't any longer. When he felt you fluttering around him and caved. His soft slurring speech near your ear begged to feel your release, turning you to ruin, making you lose all control. The way he cupped the sides of your head in his hands with his cheek pressed against yours during the final build-up to his release was a needy and possessive act as if being inside you wasn't enough now, but he didn't know how to obtain more.

More of what?

He didn't even know, so he clawed blindly to find it - his intentional movements turning feverish. Grasping fistfuls of your hair, your hips, your shoulders, the sheets - he gathered you up and let your final helpless cries carry him over, losing himself in the spasms and the sweat, your voice and your hands tugging him deeper. Refusing to let him run from the pleasure he had earned, you locked your ankles on the backs of his thighs. You found a thrill in the way his body jerked and absorbed his helpless noises into your mouth and the crook of your neck. Settling back to earth one piece at a time, this Angel kept his eyes closed to focus on your heavy breathing and whispers. He stayed inside of you, grounded yet weightless, letting you stroke his back with the same care that you offered in the shower. Daring to feel the contentment that usually left him as soon as the strongest tremors ended. Daring to stay and decompress in your arms. Daring to soak in your softness that demanded nothing from him. Listening to the quiet voice in his head, that he rarely heard actually encouraging him, say…Feel it all.

This was the Angel he wished life allowed him to be.

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"Did I-?" Angel stood in your living room, looking around, digging in his front pocket for his keys. His eyebrows furrowed, not finding what he was looking for. "I thought I had a jacket."

"What?"

"Nothing…just-". Giving the room another glance, he shrugged one shoulder slightly, "My hoodie."

Looking around, you question, "You sure you brought one?"

Frowning, he rubbed his beard and ran his hands through the hair flopping forward onto his forehead, pushing it back. Flashing the same devilish smile that got him into your bed in the first place, he shook his head, chuckling darkly, "I ain't sure of shit from last night, hermosa."

You watched him run his hand through his hair again. Agitated? Uncomfortable? There was something about his moments lacking confidence that you liked. You smiled at his sliding shuffle toward the front door, "Well if I see it, I can-".

He raised his eyebrows in agreement, "Yeah…thanks."

At the door, he opened his mouth, then closed it. Rubbing the back of his neck, he decided against whatever it was he was going to say and kissed you roughly on the cheek. Opening the door he turned back to you. With his eyes half hidden by his thick, straight eyelashes, he leaned in again to kiss your lips. Pulling him closer was automatic, digging your fingers into the short hairs at the nape of his neck was satisfying a need in you and expanding the feeling in your chest. You felt the surprise in his body language disappear in less than a second and you smiled on his lips as he wrapped you up in his arms and drug you up onto your toes.

Breaking the kiss, he kept his hands cupping your face, peering down into your eyes. You said nothing, letting him search you. Realizing what he was doing, he let go and stepped back. Straightening his shoulders, he adjusted his cut again and stepped outside, turning back to you.

"Okay…so--".

"I will." It came out in a rush of promise and you wiggled your phone at him.

There was no way you wouldn't call. Initially, you weren't sure he would want to see you again but nothing in the way he was leaving that made you think he didn't. You also didn't expect that he would offer you his number either, but he had. His eyes flashed something that looked hopeful, so boyish it made you smile while holding your phone to your chest before you closed the door on his retreating back.

Listening to his bike's rumble soften into the distance, you lifted the couch cushion to pull out his hoodie from where you had hidden it while he was in the bathroom. Slipping it on over your t-shirt and zipping it up, you closed your eyes smelling the scent of him still in it - cologne and cigarettes, masculinity and baked-in heat from long rides in the southern California desert. Flopping on the couch, you tucked your legs under yourself smiling in advance - you could already hear your cousin shrieking and cussing you out.

5 missed calls and 4 texts. Picking up your phone to call her, your mind went to him. No, you weren't ready to face her wrath just yet, so you sent her a text to let her know you were fine and that you'd call her later. Turning the ringer off, you tossed it back on the couch. You didn't want anything to mar your morning. Smiling to yourself, you unconsciously breathed in his scent from the hoodie you'd stolen from him.

Angel fucking Reyes.

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Angel tried not to count the hours since he left you, but time was ticking by so loudly in his head that it was a distraction. The first 8 hours passed with him checking his phone often but after that, he mastered not looking at it at all. At 32 hours, he went to his pop's house and drank just enough to shut his inner voice down. At 42 hours, he let the disappointment sink in and the air he carried around him was heavy enough to keep everyone but EZ away. The following day, Angel's scowl stayed fixed on his face during templo, it looked like anger to his brothers but in actuality, he was confused. He thought he saw something there when you looked at him, but your silence was telling him otherwise. To him, your silence translated to you being one more person that didn't choose him. One more woman he wasn't quite good enough for. Even though he expected it, this time it wasn't so easy for him to accept. How did I fuck it up?

He leaned on the porch railing at the clubhouse, absentmindedly smoking and staring off across the yard when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Seeing a message with two pictures attached, he opened it and you sprang into view. A picture of you and a few other people smiling and pointing to a "Welcome to San Diego" sign filled the small screen. Across the bottom, it read: Took you with me on vacation!

Taking a second look at the picture, he could see that you were wearing his hoodie. The smile that twitched across his lips caught EZ's attention. "What? Who's that?"

Angel shook his head in the negative, brushing him off and opened the second picture. At first glance, his jaw went slack and he quickly turned his back on his brother, stepping a few steps away before looking at it again. Standing in the mirror with your phone over your face, you had taken a picture of yourself with his hoodie on, unzipped. The full-length photo was just you, the open hoodie, a shimmering necklace and a scrap of fabric one could call panties on a generous day. The text at the bottom read: I'm back…You gonna come get it?

Angel tucked his phone back into his pocket with an easy smile, letting the feeling rush through him. The lightening of gravity on his body, the tingle of hope still undefined. He felt the little spook that had been clinging to his back since he was a boy whispering 'never good enough', start to release its hold for once.

Already at the bottom of the stairs, he called out, "Gotta pick up somethin', mano."

EZ took note of the quickness of his steps propelling him across the yard toward his bike, "You comin' back?"

Angel didn't try to control the grin that spread across his face, "Hope not!"

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Those eyes have seen stuff…

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WIP Game

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

Thank you for the tag @drabbles-mc! 💜

This list is constantly growing lol.

Sunshine- Juice x OC Stormie Rayne

CountDown- Juice x Half-Sack x OC Rocky Teller

Be My First? - Juice x OC Raven Trager

Raising Girls Series - Ratboy x Juices wife and daughter. Slight AU.

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3 the magic number Series: Chibs x Juice x Reader

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The Botanist- Guero

One Year- Coco

Unnamed- Juice X OC Widowmaker

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Hate Me, Love Me Series- Juices story

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That’s so me but luckily my bf is a nice chocolate treat. 🫣🫢

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me and the gals talking about fictional men's cocks on tumblr dot com

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Please more Coco ( my soul is lost to this man) with 6. Are you afraid of me? , 16. Your scars are beautiful, 22. Make me, 32. You’re mine, 38. Beg.( Sorry if there’s a max on prompts but I think they work well together for something super smutty 😇.)

Welcome back Love!!! I can def get you some more Coco!( No prompt limit, feel free to put in as many as your heart desires!). As Always 18+.

Scars

Coco sat watching you as you made drinks behind the bar and chatted with EZ. The two of you had seemed to be building something but whenever he seemed to get to close you darted away. He assumed it wasn't the biker image since you kept coming around the clubhouse. So he figured it was him. Granted he had a reputation but he had never hurt a woman.

You could feel Coco's eyes on you from across the clubhouse. You knew you owed him an explanation about the other night when you two had been making out on the hood of your car. Embarrassment of that night had you dropping the beer in your hand.

"Your suppose to be helping me not making my life harder" teased EZ as he playfully smacked your arm with the towel he had been drying glasses with. "I can leave if you want?" you replied with a raised brow as you moved to pick up the glass. Before EZ could respond Coco's voice rang out. "Yo Boy Scout! Quit flirting and start working" called Coco his jealousy getting the best of him.

"I'm going to pop outside for a bit" you whispered a few minutes later as you gently touched EZ's shoulder. Once he nodded you grabbed your jacket and a beer and headed out the door. Once outside you inhaled the fresh, cool night air. You were lost in your own thoughts when you felt someone grab your arm.

"Are you afraid of me? Is that why you took off and are flirting with EZ? questioned Coco as he turned you to face him.

"What?" you questioned as your brow furrowed at the insanity of both questions. Coco took a breath and repeated himself.

"No, I'm not afraid of you Coco" you replied with a shake of your head. "Granted you did just grab me in the middle of the night but I put that to poor judgment. Same as saying I was flirting with EZ. We both know he's not my type" you replied with a easy laugh.

Coco couldn't help but let out a sigh of relieve and a laugh of his own. "Fair enough" he replied as he let your arm go but didn't move back away from you. "So you wanna tell me what I did wrong the other night that had you running for the hills?" he asked cautiously his eyes searching yours.

You bit your lower lip as you considered his question. This was inevitable and would have to be talked about sometime. "Things were getting a bit too real and shit. I have...I have" you started before you stopped trying to find the right words.

"If your going to say dick. I'm fine with that" offered Coco making you laugh. "No. Its not a dick" you replied with an eye roll.

"I have some pretty ugly scars and its hard to be... intimate.... with them and feel comfortable in my skin" you replied quietly your eyes looking anywhere but at him now.

"The word ugly should never come out of your pretty mouth. Especially not about this art piece" murmured Coco as he ran his hands down your sides and onto your hips as he pulled you closer. "You should let me show you how your scars are beautiful" he continued as his lips ghosted your neck sending spikes of pleasure through your body.

Feeling emboldened by the hands and lips ghosting over your body you ran your hands under his shirt as you replied. "Make me Coco".

Twenty minutes later the two of you were naked in his bed as his fingers, lips and teeth paint hot trails along your skin. You squirm and whimper as he licks along the raised purple scar that runs under your right breast as his fingers skim between your wet folds.

Coco smiles into your skin as he dips two fingers into you, slowly pushing them up into that sweet spot making you clamp around them. "So fucking beautiful" he murmurs as he kisses the jagged scar that runs down the center of your abdomen. You could feel your orgasm start to build when he abruptly pulled his fingers from you.

"Patience" murmured Coco as he kissed his way back up you body until he was hovering over you. You could feel the head of his cock at your entrance and raised your hips slightly. "Nah Mama" scolded Coco as he pushed your hips firmly back down. "You're mine now. Only good girls get this" he stated as he leaned back and teased you by rubbing his head through your wet folds. "Beg" he ordered gently as his lust blown pupils found yours.

"Please fuck me Coco." you pleaded as you pouted. Coco shot you a smirk as he quickly slid himself completely into you making you both moan. Coco grunted as he gripped your hips firmly, pounding in and out of you. All you could do was moan and take it as Coco held you in place beneath him. Without warning Coco hooked your right leg up onto his shoulder making you clench tighter around him. He smirked as he watched your eyes roll back and mouth fall open in a silent scream. "Be a good girl and cum" ordered Coco as his fingers moved between the two of you to pinch your clit.

Within seconds his name was falling from your lips as your body released around him and your body spasmed uncontrollably. Coco thrusted into you a few more times before pouring out his own release as your body milked him. Coco slumped down on top of you as you both panted.

His hands traced along your scars as his lips found yours. "So beautiful" he whispered as he pulled back slightly.

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Lucky Charm

Coco Cruz x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, fluff

With the help of This Prompt List by @creativepromptsforwriting and my trusty Wheel of Names with every character I’ve ever written for, I’m aiming to write a fic in 500 words or less every day of March. We’ll see how far we get!

Prompt: four-leaf clover

Word Count: 500

A/N: It's been so long since I've written for Coco but this was such a fun little tidbit to make for him 🥰

There were a lot of things that Coco believed in, but he wasn’t sure if luck was one of them. He was a big believer in fate, that all things both good and bad had to happen to get you where you needed to go. Luck always felt synonymous with chance and that didn’t sit right with him, especially when he thought about you, about the daughter you shared.

It wasn’t until he was elbow-deep in the hood of his car and she came bursting in the garage with a four-leaf clover pinched tightly between her fingers that he really started to buy into it. She was just so little, so excited as she skidded to a stop a few inches away from him.

“Dad!” she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

He looked over at her, stray curls falling into his face as he did. He raised his eyebrows as he looked between you standing in the doorway of the garage and the little girl standing in front of him.

Setting down the wrench in his hand, he wiped his hands off on his jeans before crouching to get to her level. “What’s this?”

“A four-leaf clover!” she said, volume increasing along with her excitement levels. “Mama said they’re good luck!”

A smirk curled his lips as he spared you a glance. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!” She moved it closer to his face, almost close enough so that he would have to cross his eyes to try and see it properly. “Here! For you.”

“Me?” he asked with a laugh, hand pressing against his chest in a gesture to himself.

“You!” She pressed the clover against the back of his hand, prompting him to turn it so that he could take it from her. “A good luck charm.”

He chuckled as he looked at it in his palm. “Ah, I got you and your Mama over there—I already got more luck than I need.”

“That’s luck you can take with you,” she stated it so matter of factly that he didn’t have any room to argue the point.

“Guess I will then, huh?”

She nodded, pleased with the outcome. She stepped in and threw her arms around him in a hug before taking off back towards the door. “I’m gonna go look for more! Bye! Love you!”

He laughed, calling after her as he stood up and made his way over to you, “Love you back!” He shook his head as he looked at the plant in his hand then back up at you. “Good luck charm, huh?”

You laughed, resting your hands on his shoulders. “I just told her what it was. The rest was all her.”

He smiled and shook his head. “I don’t know if I buy that.”

“You’re a lucky man, Johnny Coco Cruz.” You nodded towards the clover in his hand. “You got the proof of it now.”

He laughed as he pulled you tighter against his side. “Can’t argue with that.”

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Break Down

PLZ PLZ PLZ Readers 18+ only. This one’s filthy.

*big sigh* so I originally took inspiration from Julie Robert’s Break Down Here. It completely derailed and took a life of its own.

Summary: Reader breaks up with boyfriend and drives and drives and drive until she meets a dark and dangerous man, Creeper, at a gas station.

WARNINGS: Omg everything! Language, smutty filth, Rough Sex, mentions of bodily fluids and do I need to warn about anal?

You’ve been warned. Here we go.

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You’d been on the road for a few hours driving and it seemed like no end in sight. Your journey began two days and fifteen hundred miles ago when you’d come home from a long grueling day of work, it had been a shit day and all you wanted to do was relax and soak in a nice hot bath with a glass of wine, but fate had something else in store for you. As soon as you’d walked in you’d heard the sound coming from your bedroom and your heart sank.

You hadn’t needed visual confirmation to know what was going on in your own home, you had suspected this for a while and now you had all the confirmation you needed. Purse still over your shoulder and key in hand you took the same two step you’d taken in only in reverse and said “Fuck it.” Got in your car and just drove and kept driving hoping it would clear your mind.

You made it out of one city still angry as hell, figured you'd keep driving to the next, nope still wanna kill him. Then the next and the next and you were still just as furious. Now here you are in a whole fucking other state, the scenery starting to look all the same, you have no idea where exactly you are but all you know is you’re far away from him, starting to feel the effects of highway hypnosis and the gas gauge was leaning on the of E. You mentally kicked yourself for not filling up at the last station.

“Please don’t let me run out of gas” you pray to the steering wheel. Soft droplets of water begin to hit your windows and in less than two seconds those whispering sprinkles turn into pebbles coming down hard from the sky that had just turned dark as if the gods above were mocking you for thinking that you could possibly leave him and make it on your own. You shake your head “his gods, not mine.”

Just when it seemed like your luck had run out you see a glimmering light of hope just up ahead. It was the first gas station you’d seen in a while. You fill up and, needing to walk around you run into the store to stock up on snacks. The jingle of bells announces your presence to the attendant and the other two shoppers there. One was paying and the other was checking out the selection of drinks.

As you make your way down the chip aisle examining each bag to see which one catches your eye you hear the sound of bells again and the voice of some loud mouth coming in. “Damn, it’s pouring like a bitch out there.”

You look up and see a tall, thin yet muscular bald headed man walking in. He’s wearing a leather vest of sorts, you don’t pay much attention to it. What’s caught your eye is something else. His arms, those tats and those muscles. The walls of your pussy clench at the sight. It’s alarming and exciting as well. He gets a look at you and flashes a wicked smile that makes your kitty kat wanna purr. He knows he’s caught your attention and he’s loving it. Normally it would have turned you off but something about this man was different from any other. He is like a magnetic force and you can’t help but gravitate towards him.

“Those are really good.” He says pointing to the bag of flamin’ hot fries you were holding in your hands. “They’re spicy as hell but I love a little spice in my life.” He walks by you a little too close, you feel his body heat and your eyes follow him. “How about you?” Your face turns bright red and he smiles again and oh is the devil in this one.

You watch him disappear into the bathroom and contemplate between two choices: take the bag of hot fries and never look back or put the bag down and follow the devil himself. You weren’t able to make a decision fast enough for your pussy who was already slick with anticipation. No, that bitch between your legs made your choice for you. With each step you take closer to that bathroom door you feel your panties getting a little wetter and you curse yourself for not having more control over her. You can call her all the cute names you want, kitty kat, gatita, cupcake but you know damn well she’s a slut with a mind of her own and when she wants something bad, she’s gonna get it.

By the time your hand reaches the doorknob you’ve resigned yourself to your fate and the consequences of what is about to happen. You open the door and you’re greeted by a smile. “I thought you wouldn’t come.”

“Neither did I.”

He snakes his arm around your waist and pulls you tight to him. His lips come down hard on yours and you let out a moan he caught with his kisses. His hands travel down to your ass and he gives them a nice squeeze that makes your naughty kitty purr, she wants to be petted, she demands it so you give her what she wants and rub her against him. The hardness you meet has you leaking into your panties a little more. He chuckles, he can feel your heat and your ache and he wants nothing more than to give you what you need.

He lifts your shirt up and roughly pulls your tits out of your bra. You moan out in pleasure feeling his hands kneading at your round breasts. You feel his hands getting rougher and more desperate now pinching your hardened nipples, first one, then the other. The first one is light and more like a caress, the second pinch was a little harder and the third had you screaming. He muffles that scream with his mouth before quickly abandoning your lips for your nipples. He takes one into his mouth and suckles on it hard, there was no way he was going to be gentle with you now that he knows rough and pain gets you going.

He thinks he knows you, he’s got your number but you surprise him when you undo his belt buckle and have him unzipped and cock out before he even realizes what’s going on. A second ago he had your nipple in his mouth and now you’re on your knees, no sweet kisses, licks or teasing of any kind, you go straight for it and take his long thick meat down your throat.

Groaning, he says “What happened to that sweet red faced girl?” You look up at him with your nose buried in the dark curls and shrug.

“No, you’re no sweet little girl are you?” You try to answer but your mouth is full and busy sucking and bobbing. You answer him with a little shake of your head. “No, you’re a dirty little slut aren’t you?” Your moan is all the answer he needs. He places his hands on your head and tangles them in your hair. “Then I’m gonna have to fuck you like a dirty whore.”

He thrusts his cock deeper down your throat over and over, ignoring your gag reflexes, enjoying watching the tears stream down your cheeks. You given tons of blow jobs, it was one of your favorites things to do but never had you ever had your mouth truly fucked before and it sets your pussy on fire.

Just when you think your mouth and throat can’t take anymore abuse your drenched pussy says otherwise, she says don’t be a little bitch, you can take more. Yeah take more so he’ll fuck us. So you take more.

Little black rivers running down your face and a burning in your throat, drool all over your tits and the floor, you look up at him and he just smirks at you. “You’re the one that wanted this mama, now you take it like the fuckin’ cunt you are.”

You nod your obedience. “Good girl.” He coos as he pats your head. “Good girl.”

He thrusts for a couple more minutes before he pulls his dick out of your filthy mouth, turns you around and bends you over the toilet not even bothering to take your panties off he just pulls it to the side, a string of your slut cream attached to the fabric makes his dick twitch and he knows he needs no prep, he just rams it into you, balls deep in one stroke. You yelp as you feel the stretch of this intruder forcing it way into the depths of your hungry little snatch. And you love it, all of it, the dirty little scene, fucking a random dangerous stranger whose name you don’t even know, being bent over a public toilet adds to the filth serving only to fan your fire.

He pounds into you from behind repeatedly, each thrust more aggressive than the other and your moans do nothing but spur him on. One hand digging into the flesh of your hips, the other on your tit, squeezing the life out of it. His deep thrusts get more deliberate, faster and you can feel the build up, you feel his cock pulsing inside of you. He was ready.

“Cum inside my filthy fuck hole.” you beg, and that was all it took. If he was trying to hold out it would be an impossibility now. Once those words were in the air there was nothing that could have stopped him from filling you up with his seed.

Even though you'd hadn’t cum, you were more than satisfied with this fuck session. It was wild and something you’d never done, you would rank this up high at the top of your list.

You stand up straight, pussy leaking out this man jizz, and begin to adjust yourself when he pulls you back into him.

“Hey, hey, fuck you think you goin’? I ain’t done with you.”

“You’re not?” You looked puzzled.

“Have you come yet?”

You shake your head no.

“No. Then I ain’t done with you yet.’ He sits on the toilet, “Come here.” The gorgeous bald headed man says motioning to his lap.

You obey and take a seat on his lap. He pulls your panties to the side again and slips a finger in between the folds of your glistening lips. Slowly sliding a long finger up and down your slit, ignoring your little pleasure button. You buck up against him, trying to get him where you need him, he slaps your thigh.

“No, bad girl.” He whispers, his hot breath makes your clit tingle. “Bad, bad, girl.” Increasing the pace of his finger and adding just a bit more pressure. “You know what happens to bad little girls?” His voice is sweet and gentle as he places kisses across your collarbone.

“No.” You play along. “What happens, Daddy?”

“You don’t know?” More sweet kisses. “You wanna know?” He slides his long finger inside your thoroughly used pussy hole. Then another, slowly pumping them in and out.

“What happens to bad little girls? I’ll show you exactly what happens.” He hooks his finger in your pussy and scoops out his cum trailing it all the way back to that forbidden hole. The one you never let anyone use before, the one your now ex boyfriend always wanted you to give him but you had always denied him.

He traced his finger around the little puckered entrance until he felt you relax only then did he insert a finger. You feel the burn of his finger stretching you open. You feel the pain but you also feel the pleasure and you want more. Feeling the way your body moved he could tell you were enjoying it so he gave you another finger slowly fucking you with them until he felt you ready for a third. You found a new level of whore you hadn’t known was within you. You were an anal virgin and had always planned to stay that way. Maybe that’s why your ex had cheated on you. That was after all the hole he’d been fucking, at least that’s what you’d heard the bitch he’d been fucking screaming out in pleasure, but that didn’t matter anymore because here you are with this hot stranger Daddy and three fingers in you alternating between pumping and twisting and scissoring to stretch that tight hole. None of it mattered anymore because now you were going to give this man the one thing that bastard ex wanted most.

“Have you ever done this before?”

“No?” Your voice trembled with nerves, anticipation and the need to cum.

“Don’t worry baby, you're gonna love it.”

You felt his now hard again cock at your entrance. “Lift up a little baby.” You did as he said. “Spit on it, mama.”

You look down at his dick and try to produce as much spit as you could, it isn't hard since the sight of his thick veiny meat makes your mouth water.

“Good baby.” he aligned his dick with your asshole and without warning he pulled you down on him. You let out a scream you were sure the cashier heard.

Still softly crying from the pleasure-pain of having been fully impaled on his larger than average dick, he kept still, letting you get used to the feel of him. He strokes your hair and makes soothing sounds to help ease your pain. Now more relaxed you slowly move your hips and work your ass on his pole. Intentional or not it’s a delicious torture that he’ll soon make you pay for. When he feels your dirty hole loosen up he begins his thrusting in and out of your asshole, grabbing onto your hips, forcing you to take him deeper. He knows you love this and it amazes you that this tall, dark and handsome stranger so easily had you pegged for the pain slut that you are. You always knew you were but never dared to attempt it with anyone, afraid that you would scare them off you settled for vanilla sex and that was not what you wanted. But not him, he knew from the moment he laid eyes on you. He’d known what you were.

“Oh my god,” you cry as you bounce on his dick. “I’m getting fuck in the ass. I’m getting fucked in the ass. I getting fuc-”

“Yeah, baby. You are.”

The thought of doing something so nasty had you so far gone that you could have shouted that out at the top of lungs and not given a fuck about who heard. Let them hear, you thought.

He slides one hand down between your legs and starts rubbing hard on your clit, the other around your mouth to keep your screams from alarming anyone.

Your ass felt so loose now, easily taking each thrust and you rode harder with each one. You could feel your orgasm approaching, you were seconds away from complete sexual bliss. He felt your body tense, knowing you were about to cum he rubs your sensitive little bead faster and leads you to the most intense orgasm you've ever had. You feel your cunt spray your pleasure into his hand and onto his balls.

He pumps into your well used asshole a few more times before you feel the sensation of his hot creamy release deep within your bowels and you couldn’t help but thank him for that.

Slowly standing, your knees wobble and he laughs while helping you keep steady.

“I got you.” He says and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. “You’re such a good girl.”

“What’s your number? Maybe we can hook up again some time.” He asks.

“No names, no numbers.” You answer and then bolt out the door.

You get into your car and see him in your rear view mirror watching you leave with a smile on his face, you couldn’t help but smile back but his smile was for a completely different reason. He isn’t smiling because of what had just transpired in the bathroom no, he’s smiling because he know exactly where you’re headed and from the sounds your car’s making, you won’t make it very far once entering his town. You are going to break down and when you do he is going to make sure you’ll be his dirty little slut forever.

#mayans x reader #Mayans creeper #neron vargas x reader #neron creeper vargas fanfic

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