#Coco Cruz x Reader

[volvaofowls]

Mayans crushing on/ being infatuated with a younger reader

This is my first time writing for Mayans. I know there are many fans of the show but I feel like there is not enough people writing for it and showing it love.  

Note:  I roughly guessed what the guys ages would be at the beginning of the series based on their apperance and actors' ages. I would love to know how old you think they are!

Bishop – 49  

Taza – 62  

Tranq – 44  

Riz – 37  

Creeper – 41  

Gilly – 36  

Coco – 34  

Angel – 30  

Ez – 26 

Bishop – He didn’t have any qualms about his attraction to you in the beginning. Walking up to you when you were at the clubhouse and flirting with you, saying it was good to see you around. He didn't think too much about it, he likes the way he feels when you are responding to him in a positive way. Bishop lies to himself, he doesn’t purposefully seek you out in the crowd, but Taza points it out for him - "Don't worry Prez, your girl is outside, having a smoke with Gilly". - And that phrase hits him; the fact that someone has noticed his interest in you, and more so called you "his girl" - that spreads warmth in his chest. He wants you to be his girl, but he is not sure how you feel about it. Sure you reciprocate his attention, smile at him and spend more time with him than other members of MC, but it doesn't mean you want anything more with him than friendship. The age gap is large, Bishop could be your father; and the potential comments that would follow make him shrudder, yet the thought of you in his arms makes him think that he could deal with being the butt of the jokes for some time.

Taza – Taza thought that love is not for him anymore. But the familiar butterflies are starting to dance in his belly again when you laugh at his joke. He loves the feeling of it, but the moment he realises it he gets scared. He is not ready for it, he didn’t think it is possible, he is too old and commited too many sins to be rewarded with these emotions. Taza wonders what he can possibly offer you? His life is filled with violence and loneliness.But then he takes out his phone and sees your name across the screen Che thinks that maybe he can give it a try.  

Tranq – Tranq is a rough man, for the majority of his life he had only his mother and the club. He is "El Pacificador", a giant of a man, always in the epicentre of fights. Even though he is not the loudest and meanest in the club he thinks he might be too imposing for you, scare you away. Let alone the fact that he is in his 40's. Still, when he is next to you Hank’s increased heart beat drowns out the doubts. Against his wishes the softer side of him comes out. The way you lean on Tranq's shoulder when you are tipsy, or when you ask specifically for his help with your car makes him feel special, and he never wants to let go of this feeling. Quite the opposite, he feels insatiable, he is hungry for your affection and Hank wants more of it. He is not a greedy man, he shares everything in life with his club, but you are someone Hank wants to keep all to himself.

Riz – Michael has been disillusioned with life long ago, many people in his life shunned him; only in the brotherhood of Mayans did he find the solace. Riz craves love, family and companionship is something he always secretly wanted. Maybe that's why he was always a ladies man - trying to fill a void in his life with someone, something. When he met you for the first time, it was hard to avert his eyes from you. You were like the smell of rain in summer before the thunder strikes, Riz felt that when you stepped into the clubhouse you brought change with you, and it was just for him, and he welcomes this feeling with an open heart.

Riz knows he likes what he is seeing and he wants you to like him as well. He just needs his chance to prove that he can make it work, and he does what he does best, trying to smooth talk you. Offering you a drink and showering in compliments. He wants you to have a good time with him, he sure does with you. Once you jokingly called him an "old man", Riz quickly shot back that he prefers "daddy" instead, laughing at your shy expression. Age is not a problem for him, not when it comes to you and what the two of you could have, and he is willing to show it to you.

Creeper – Creeper didn’t really think that romantic love was for him. Since childhood there was nothing but darkness staining his life, like he is punished for doing something in his past life and can never repent. So Neron never expects gifts from live; he takes, but only gives. He gives his loyalty and time to his club and he gives his love to you, Creeper doesn't feel like he is allowed to receive any back from you.

Neron feels disgusted with himself and his want for you. You are almost too clean for him, Creeper doesn't have the right to mess you up. He tries to avoid you, but it’s as if you are always seeking him out, sipping on water with him at the parties, forgoing the alcohol. All the time you are asking him about his tattoos, and one time while planning your own you reach out and touch his forearm where a faces of women are depicted. Neron feels burned, but its amazing, he wants to keep your hands there, on him, interested in him. He is scared of rejection, he wants your love, he is ready to trade anything in his poor life in order to be yours.

Gilly – Gilly is know for “disarming” ladies, but it was a shock to him when you swooped into his heart and disarmed him. This young woman, too young for him comes and can out-do him in telling dirty jokes? Who are you? And you are playfully offering to arm-wrestle him, losing instantly. But he loves it, he feels like a teenager again, trying to show off infront of you. You have him wrapped around your finger and you don't even realise it. Other guys are teasing him in good fun, but when one day Coco jokes “you better act up brother or all the younger ones will steal her from under your old nose” Gilly laughs with him but it makes him think “oh shit…. I don’t wanna lose her to anyone”.

Coco – He was a little apprehensive at first about his feelings for you. You have less of an age difference with Letty than with him. He thinks that what he is feeling for you is wrong, even if you are a grown person. Coco always tried to stay away from the things that he cares for, it’s easier that way, he doesn't hurt anyone but only himself that way. You are precious to him, you care for him and Letty seems to like you. He already made all the guys in the club aware that he is interested in you and not to treat you badly. When members from other charters come and you are there, he makes sure to be near you or to keep an eye on you. You should be treated with the outmost respect and gentleness. Gentleness is a funny word for Coco; mainly because nothing in his life is, but he wants to learn it for you.

Angel – Angel stopped caring what other people think long time ago. He feels like he always has to prove himself to others and its never enough. So when you praise him, Angel can't even stop himself, he is floored. You think he is amazing, and you support him when he has a bad day. You are younger, but he feels like he has to look up to you. You are showing him the way of how to live life without being afraid of rejection. Angel thought he is brave, but he relearns the defenition of it when he is with you. He doesn't see the age gap between you as a boundary, because there is so much you bring to his life. And Angel wants for the first time in his life too repay that affection, he wants to make it his mission to worship you and elevate you. You are his guardian angel.

Ez – He hasn't been lucky in love, EZ knows he falls in love fast and hard, but with you he feels like he is falling even harder. Even though your age gap is not too big, he feels like you have whole life ahead of you, he doesn't want you to be tied to him. There is so much you could be doing, travelling, things that EZ cannot join you on. But he is aching for you to choose him over everything else, although he will never admit it, as it will be too selfish. It feels like his life is fixable when you are together and he doesn’t have to just survive anymore, with you he can live.

[imagineredwood]

11. Brushing dirt off their face

These prompts are super cute i love them 😭

Coco’s eyes are lit up the moment he sees you getting out of your car and walking towards him. He smiles and so do you.

“God, she’s got him whipped already. Look how quick he gets that goofy fucking look on his face.”

Coco gives Gilly his middle finger as he ducks out from under the hood of the car he’s working on, ignoring the boyish banter between him and Angel as he wipes his greasy hands on a rag. He meets you half way, his grin permanent.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

Your smile is just like his, happy and stuck in place. He leans his face towards yours and somehow your grin broadens, kissing the very corner of his mouth twice. He’s patient with you. Lets you take your time. It’s all still so new. He knows in time you’ll kiss him directly and he savors the build up until you do.

“How was your day?”

You nod and clasp your hands together, his interest in you and your day always making you feel warm.

“It was good. I got off a little early. Wanted to come see you.”

Coco feels like a high schooler again, butterflies fluttering in his tummy that he hasn’t felt in what feels like forever. He reaches for your hand and brings it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles adoringly.

“Thank you. I was gonna stop by and see you when I left here. Once I got cleaned up, you know.”

He feels maybe a little self conscious, sweaty and dirty and greasy. But you’re not looking at him any different. Same tenderness as when he’s all cleaned up and smelling of cologne.

You smile again and use the hand that he isn’t holding to reach up to his cheek, using your thumb to brush away some dirt that’s close to his eye. You brush at his lashes and he closes his eyes and lets you. It’s then you can hear the kissy noises coming from the boys that makes you feel somewhat bashful. You almost forgot they were there.

Coco rolls his eyes and keeps hold of your hand, leading you away from them and towards the clubhouse, brushing away any dirt that may be lingering on your fingers as he does.

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[tinyshyteacup]

TW: cussing, medical descriptions

A:N: I do not understand this culture, heavy use of google, if anything is offensive or incorrect, please let me know so I can adjust -T.S.T.

Part 14

Spare Parts - Part 15

The car was quiet as you drove, only the hum of the engine and the occasional crackle from the radio filling the space. Coco sat in the passenger seat, slouched, legs spread out, watching the world pass by outside the window.

"Not bad, chiquita," he muttered.

You glanced at him. "What?"

"Your drivin'." He smirked, head lolling to the side. "Didn't know you had it in you."

You rolled your eyes. "Oh, please. You think I can’t handle a car?"

"Nah, nah. Just figured you were one of those ten-and-two, check-the-mirrors-a-million-times kinda girls." He grinned. "Cute, though."

You huffed but didn’t argue.

"How’s your shoulder?" you asked after a moment.

"Eh." He shrugged—then winced. "Still there."

"Amazing medical insight." You scoffed

"You know me, muñeca. Always the scholar."

You shook your head, pulling up to his place.

"C’mon," you said, putting the car in park.

"What, you comin' inside?" His brows lifted, teasing.

"Yeah, Coco. Someone has to make sure you don’t pass out in the doorway."

"Damn." He smirked, tilting his head. "Romantic."

"Fuck sake—get out of the car, Coco."

Coco sat on the edge of his bed, shirtless, watching as you dug through the first aid kit.

The dim light from the bedside lamp cast soft shadows across his chest, highlighting the ink sprawled over his skin.

"You got experience with this, chiquita?" he asked, voice low, amused.

"A little." You grabbed the antiseptic.

"That’s not an answer."

You just gave him a look.

"A'ight." He held up his hands. "Do your thing, nurse."

You moved closer, carefully peeling back the old bandage.

His skin was warm beneath your fingertips, but you didn’t hesitate—not even when you had to steady him by placing your palm against his shoulder.

Coco, though?

He noticed.

He watched you.

Watched the way your brows furrowed in concentration, the way your hands moved without hesitation.

You weren’t flinching, weren’t tense—just focused.

For the first time in a long time, you were touching him without fear.

He swallowed.

"What?" you asked, glancing up.

"Nada." He smirked, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

"Alright, you're good."

You smoothed down the fresh bandage over Coco’s shoulder, fingertips lingering without realizing it. His skin was warm, solid, and beneath your touch, you felt him tense—just for a second.

But you didn’t pull away.

Didn’t flinch.

Didn’t even seem to notice what you were doing.

Coco did, though.

He watched you, jaw tight, a flicker of something unreadable in his expression.

"You tryna cop a feel, muñeca, or just really committed to playin' nurse?" His voice was light, teasing, but there was an edge to it—like he was daring you to notice.

You rolled your eyes, finally drawing back. "You're impossible."

The kitchen smelled like garlic and warm spices, and burnt edges, steam rising from the pan as you stirred.

Letty sat at the table, scrolling on her phone, while Coco leaned back in a chair, stretching his legs out, watching you.

"So." He twirled a fork between his fingers. "You gonna tell me how you got so good at playin’ doctor?"

You paused for a fraction of a second.

"You learn quick when you don’t have a choice." you said, keeping your voice casual.

Coco’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"The fuck does that mean?"

You shrugged, focusing on the food. "Just means I had to be good at things. No big deal."

"Yeah?" He didn’t sound convinced. "Sounds like a big deal, chiquita."

You felt him watching you, felt the weight of his stare.

But you didn’t look at him.

"It’s nothing, Coco."

A beat of silence.

Then—

"You always this bad at lying?"

You finally glanced over, giving him a pointed look.

"You always this bad at minding your business?"

Letty snorted. Coco just grinned, but there was something softer in his eyes now, something almost thoughtful.

You set a plate in front of him, fingers brushing against his wrist for half a second.

He didn’t move.

Neither did you.

The air between you shifted, thickened with something unspoken.

For a second, just a second, you swore he was going to—

"The fuck is this?"

You blinked. "What?"

Coco gestured at the food. "You servin’ me some fancy-ass restaurant meal? Where the hell are the instant noodles?"

Letty kicked his chair.

"Shut up and eat, or I'll take it away, dumbass." You quipped.

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling.

Coco woke up slowly, the ache in his shoulder the first thing he noticed.

"Mierda." He muttered, shifting slightly, testing the soreness. It wasn’t as bad as last night, but it was definitely still there.

The next thing he noticed?

The smell.

Something sweet, warm, familiar.

Baked goods.

And then—the music.

It was faint, muffled, but Coco could recognize the rhythm. Some old-school shit, the kind of music that made him think of black-and-white movies and spinning skirts.

What the hell?

Pushing himself up with a low grunt, he rolled his shoulders, cracked his neck, and made his way toward the source.

You had no idea he was there.

Coco leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching.

You were dancing, feet sliding across the tile as you swayed to the music, completely lost in it.

The kitchen was immaculate—the countertops wiped down, the dishes cleaned, and a fresh batch of something golden-brown and perfect cooling on a wire rack.

And you?

You were spinning, a small bounce in your step, humming along to a song only you could hear the words of through your headphones.

Coco smirked.

"Well, shit. I wake up and my house turned into a fuckin' musical"

You jumped so hard you almost dropped the plate in your hands.

"Coco!" You ripped off your headphones, spinning around to face him, wide-eyed and flustered. "Fuck!"

He chuckled, grinning that lazy, amused grin.

"Guess I should start stompin' around like a fuckin' elephant so you know I’m comin'."

You huffed, pressing a hand to your chest, trying to calm your racing heart.

"I didn’t want to wake you guys."

"Yeah? Maybe wake me next time so I can tell you to sit your ass down instead of cleanin’ my whole goddamn house."

You crossed your arms, giving him a look. "I was just trying to help."

"Uh-huh." He moved forward slightly, favoring his injured shoulder, and grabbed a fresh-baked pastry from the counter. He took a bite, chewed thoughtfully, then pointed at it. "You tryna bribe me with food, muñeca?"

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling.

Coco had been too focused on you dancing around his kitchen to notice it at first. But now, standing by the counter, he caught sight of the small, neatly packed lunch sitting off to the side.

He raised an eyebrow, grabbing it with his good hand, turning it over like he was expecting to find a note or some shit.

"What’s this?"

You glanced up from where you were wiping down the counter, expression casual. "Lunch. I figured Letty had school, so I made her something."

Coco blinked. A beat of silence.

Then—

"Damn, muñeca, you tryna make my kid fall in love with you too?"

You huffed, rolling your eyes. "I just thought, y'know... long night, she might need it."

"Uh-huh." He smirked, tossing the lunch back onto the counter. "You keep doin’ shit like this, you’re gonna give her the wrong idea."

You frowned. "What idea?"

"That you’re stickin’ around."

Your brows furrowed.

You opened your mouth—then shut it again.

You didn’t know what to say.

"How’s the shoulder?" You asked, needing to shift away from that heavy feeling in your chest.

Coco rolled it slightly, grimacing when the pain hit.

"Shit still hurts."

You sighed, stepping closer, instinctively reaching for him. "Let me see."

Coco watched as you peeled back the bandage, your fingers careful, delicate, but not hesitant.

He didn’t miss it.

Didn’t miss how you didn’t flinch when his hand brushed against yours.

Didn’t miss how your body wasn’t stiff anymore.

Didn’t miss how you were touching him without even thinking about it.

That was new.

That was different.

Coco tilted his head, watching you.

"You take care of everybody like this, muñeca, or just me?"

You froze, fingers stilling on the bandage.

His voice was casual, teasing, but there was something else beneath it. Something… curious.

You swallowed, trying to force a laugh. "Can’t I just help people."

"Yeah?" Coco smirked, but his eyes were sharp, knowing. "You sure it ain’t just me, chiquita?"

You didn’t answer right away—not in the way he wanted, anyway. Instead, you grabbed the fresh bandages and started reapplying them with slow, careful precision.

Then, without looking up, you muttered—

"You think a sandwich and a little first aid mean you’re special?"

Coco barked out a laugh, wincing when the movement pulled at his shoulder.

"Damn, muñeca," he smirked, voice edged with mock offense. "That’s cold."

"You’ll live," you deadpanned.

Coco shook his head. His eyes flicked down to where your hands worked, gentle but firm, brushing against his skin without hesitation.

That was still fucking with him.

He let it sit for a second before he murmured—

"You touchin’ me like this ‘cause you wanna… or ‘cause you just forgot to be scared?"

Your fingers paused for a fraction of a second.

Coco caught it.

He didn’t say anything else. Didn’t press.

Instead, he shifted slightly, leaning forward just enough to catch your attention.

You looked up at him—and he was already watching you.

The smirk was still there, but his expression had softened, something unreadable settling behind his dark eyes.

His hand came up, slow, fingertips barely grazing your cheek.

"Don’t freak out on me, muñeca," he murmured, his voice low, careful.

"Why would I fr—"

He dipped his head, pausing just before his lips met yours, waiting.

You swallowed—

He closed the gap.

The kiss was light. Tentative. A simple press of his mouth to yours, giving you space to pull away if you wanted.

It was soft.

Unrushed.

When he pulled back, his thumb traced along your cheekbone, just once.

Then—

"Still think I ain’t special?"

Coco pulled back from the kiss, smirking as he studied your expression.

You were frozen, lips slightly parted, eyes flickering with something he couldn’t quite read.

A heartbeat passed. Then another.

"You good, chiquita?" Coco teased, voice low and smug.

You blinked.

Then—your brows furrowed.

Not in embarrassment. Not in shyness.

No, this was something else.

Coco frowned slightly. What the hell were you thinking about so hard?

Before he could ask, you moved.

Abruptly.

You stood up, breaking the moment as you grabbed the half-used bandages and began methodically packing up the supplies.

Coco watched you, expression shifting from amusement to confusion.

"Damn, chiquita, didn’t know my kisses were that bad. You need a second to recover?"

You didn’t look at him.

Didn’t even acknowledge the comment.

That was when he knew something was off.

Coco pushed himself up from his chair, stepping into your space without hesitation.

"Damn, muñeca," he smirked, tilting his head. "I break you already? That’s a new record."

He reached out, fingertips brushing your wrist.

You stopped.

Not in the way he wanted.

Not like before.

This was different.

Your posture went rigid.

Your hand curled into a fist around the bandages you’d just folded.

Coco felt it—felt the tension in your body before you even said a word.

Then—

"You hurt me…"

Your voice was quiet. Steady.

"I’ll break your fucking nose."

Coco went completely still.

His lips parted slightly, like he was about to say something—but stopped himself.

You weren’t looking at him.

Not really.

You were staring past him, like your mind was somewhere else.

Somewhere old.

Coco exhaled sharply through his nose.

"Damn, muñeca." He let out a short, humorless laugh, shaking his head. "That’s a hell of a way to kill the mood."

With slow, deliberate movements, he stepped in close again, closing the space between you before you could pull away.

Then—his fingers brushed your chin.

Not forceful.

Not demanding.

Just enough to make you look at him.

"You got some trust issues, huh?" he murmured, his tone teasing, but softer now.

You didn’t respond.

Didn’t push him away.

Coco dipped his head—slow this time.

Gave you plenty of time to move.

Plenty of time to stop him.

You didn’t.

His lips brushed yours—not hard, not rough.

Just a taste.

A slow, lingering press.

His breath was warm against your skin, tinged with cigarettes.

He pulled back only slightly, his smirk almost lazy.

"See?" he murmured, his voice low and smug.

"Still alive. Nose intact."

Coco’s hand lingered at your jaw, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek.

"What’d you think I was gonna do, muñeca?" His tone was mock-offended. "Bite you?"

You shot him a glare.

Coco just grinned.

[mysticalmallard]

Heatwave

Description: It's impossibly hot, and Coco thinks of a way to beat the heat.

Word Count: 242

Warnings: none I can think of

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The scorching heat of the day has made Coco's apartment feel like a sauna. Sweat beads on his forehead as he turns on the ceiling fan, hoping for a small respite. His girlfriend sits on the edge of the bed, fanning herself with a magazine.

“I can’t stand this heat,” she complains, fanning more rapidly. “It’s like we’re in a damn oven.”

Coco grins, enjoying the view of his girlfriend's disheveled state. “Well, if it's that hot, why don't you just take off your clothes then?” he jokes, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

His girlfriend rolls her eyes, but a small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. "Is that your solution to every problem? Take off my clothes?" she retorts, arching an eyebrow at him.

Coco laughs and holds up his hands in surrender. "Hey, I'm just trying to help you beat the heat, that's all." He moves towards her, the heat of his body pressing against her as he grins down at her. "Besides, I wouldn't mind the view."

She swats at his chest playfully. "You're impossible, you know that?" But she doesn't push him away. Instead, she leans into him, enjoying the closeness even in this unbearable heat.

Coco wraps his arms around her, pulling her closer. He places a gentle kiss on the top of her head. "Impossibly charming, you mean," he says with a smirk, his hands now starting to wander down her back.

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Merry Crapmas

Coco and you get into a heated argument turning what should have been a night of peace and goodwill into a shit show.

“What the fuck!” you shouted as you stormed out of the clubhouse, your voice echoing into the night.

“What’s the problem?” Coco called after you, his tone already laced with irritation as he jogged to catch up.

“Why did you think that gift was appropriate?” you snapped, spinning around to face him.

“Why are you acting like this?” he shot back, throwing his arms up dramatically.

“That was my necklace, Coco.” The hurt in your voice was impossible to hide, though you hated letting him see it.

“You didn’t even like it,” he retorted, his words sharp enough to cut. “I gave it to you, you barely even looked at it, so I got you something else. I don’t see the problem here.”

“Oh you don’t see the problem.”

“No, I don’t.”

“The problem, Coco,” you hissed, stepping closer, “is that it doesn’t matter if I liked it or not, it was mine. You don’t just get to decide who it belongs to. You got it for me and then just because I didn’t like it, you give it to someone else.”

“Oh my God, seriously?” Coco scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. “You’re really gonna throw a fit about this in front of all my friends? Grow the fuck up, [y/n].”

“You gave someone else my necklace! And some bitch you know I don’t like. How could you?” The betrayal stung.

“What’s the fucking rule Coco? What’s the fucking rule? If I don’t like that bitch, we don’t like that bitch.”

Your chest tightened, anger bubbling over as the memory of her wearing it, smirking at you across the room, flashed through your mind. “Are you fucking her?” Part of you wanted to go back in there and fuck that bitch up. Rip that necklace of her neck and slam that smug face into a table, or counter, or wall, or the floor.

“What!?” His reaction was instant, his voice rising in disbelief, but his eyes flickered with something, defensiveness, guilt, maybe both.

“You heard me,” you said coldly, crossing your arms. “It makes sense now. You didn’t just give her that necklace. You wanted me to see her wearing it, didn’t you?”

“Do you realize how insane you sound right now,” Coco barked, his face twisting in frustration. “You’re making up stories in your head because you can’t handle someone else being around me without it being a goddamn conspiracy. Your so fuckin’ jealous, it’s not cute.”

“It’s not in my head!” you shot back. “You gave her something that was supposed to be special between us. And me jealous? That’s rich coming from you. You’ve fucked guys up just for looking at me the wrong way. And now you’re standing here gaslighting me like I’m the crazy one.”

“You are acting crazy,” he snapped, stepping closer, his voice lowering but no less venomous. “Do you even hear yourself? You’re always looking for a reason to pick a fight. Maybe you’re the one who likes this drama.”

You felt like you’d been slapped, his words knocking the wind out of you. But before the pain could register fully, the anger roared back. “You’re disgusting,” you spat. “Always turning it around on me when you’re the one who keeps crossing the line. I’m tired of feeling like I’m not enough for you, like I have to fight for basic respect.”

Coco sneered, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. “You don’t even respect yourself, always with your chi chis popping out, showing all my shit to every fuckin man, that’s why I gotta fuck ‘em up, so they’ll show you some goddamn respect ‘cause without me you ain’t got none, so don’t put that shit on me. You’re always looking for problems, always dragging this shit out, you’re a fuckin’ dram queen and I’m done trying to fuckin’ fix it.”

Something inside you shattered at his words, but you forced yourself to keep your chin high. “Fix it? You’ve never tried to fix anything, Coco. All you do is take and take and take until there’s nothing left.”

“Maybe that’s because you don’t have anything worth keeping,” he said, his voice like ice.

The silence that followed was suffocating. You stared at him, your chest heaving, waiting for him to take it back, to say something, anything, that could undo the damage. But he didn’t. He just stood there, his expression hardened, daring you to say something else.

“Goodbye, Coco,” you whispered, the words trembling but final. You turned and walked away, leaving him behind. This was Christmas, it was suppose to be a time for joy and family and togetherness and all that Hallmark shit. But it turned out to be just shit.

“Fuck Hallmark.” you muttered to yourself as you stomped to your car.

[hennyjwrites]

Oh I have a dad!Coco imagine. Imagine if baby girl comes in from school saying she’s in love and that she has a boyfriend. I think it would be so cute of Coco’s reaction.

Soft R&B music played while the house filled with the smell of a nice dinner being cooked filled the house. Coco sat on the living room floor, playing with the kids while Y/N cooked in the kitchen with a curious Letty, who decided she wanted to learn how to cook.

Coco side eyed his 7 year old baby girl, Y/D/N who played quietly away from her many brothers and sisters. He scooted to her slowly anxious about what could come out of the conversation he was about to start.

“You alright?” He asked her, pulling one of her curls down before letting it spring back into place.

His heart melted when his little girl looked up at him with her big round eyes. “Daddy am I pretty?” Coco knew what that question meant. She had a crush and was hoping she was pretty enough for him to like her back.

His heart pounded as he looked at you, who pretended that you paid no attention to the situation. “I think your beautiful mija. From your hair to your toes.” He replied eith a smile on his face. She returned the smile, showing off her missing two front teeth. Her mood instantly changed, as she crawled over to her siblings to play with them as well.

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Y/D/N came skipping into the living room leaving her siblings behind, as she screamed for her daddy. Once she found Coco and you sitting on the couch, she jumped in his lap.

“I’m in love!” She sighed dramatically, her eyes wide in the shape of hearts. Cocos eyes on the other hand, were blown out his head in shock and panic. You on the other hand were already giggling.

“Who’s the lucky boy?” You asked egging her on. As she went into explaining who the boy was and why she loved him so much, cocos eyes and heart widened even more. Eventually Letty walked into the house and laughed as her baby sister explained she has a new boyfriend.

“Cmon, let go make you all pretty to see your boy toy tomorrow.” Letty announced, almost sending coco , who had been sitting there quietly, into shock. They both giggled as they ran upstairs to play in Letty’s makeup.

“You ok papi?” You asked giggling as he laid his head down on your shoulder, groaning. Coco groaned even louder making you loud. “My little girl is growing up so fast.” He cried, emotional over a second grade relationship.

He couldn’t believe his little girl was already in a “relationship.” He cuddled with you closer as he thought about another one of his babies growing up. He almost died when he heard Letty yell downstairs.

“Then you kiss him on the cheek.”

[ravennaortiz]

Omg can we mix prompt lists? If so can we get Coco 1. Running doesn’t matter I’ll hunt you down if I have to from the Yandere list with 42. Let’s have a baby from the OG list? If not then just number 1 from the Yandere list. Smutty smut please. Thank you.

Hello Love!

Mix and match is totally allowed!!!! These are the perfect prompts to mix together as well. As always 18+.

Warning: Primal Play/Rough Sex/Breeding

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Coco had been watching you dance so intently he barely registered the footsteps approaching from behind.  “It’s a good thing you two are together. Any other woman would think you want to eat her, the way you are looking at her.” Stated Angel as he slapped Coco’s shoulder as he too watched you spin around on the dance floor. Coco chuckled before slightly turning to look at his friend. “I want to devour her, in fact I do so on a regular basis” he stated before moving around the table. “I catch you looking at her again and you best get used to the dark cause it’ll be the only thing you see ” he added making Angel roll his eyes.

You had your eyes closed as your hips swayed to the music. The shots of Tequila had you floating and warm. You had long since shed your jacket and shoes, hair falling loosely around your face as you spun around. Not a care in the world as you let the beat take you. You knew he was watching, his eyes burning a hole through you with the heat of his gaze. Only getting hotter the higher your dress rose up as you moved, revealing the trail of love bites along your thighs, leading a path up to his favorite place.

You jumped as arms snaked around you. Before you could react teeth were sinking into the pulse point of your neck. “Coco” you moaned loudly as you melted back into him. You could feel his smirk as he traced his teeth marks before sucking at it for a couple seconds. He growled when you started grinding back on him. He had his hands on the front hem trying to keep it down as it rose higher. No way would his prized possession be seen by all the beasts in this room. She was his. You were his. Forever.

“Let’s have a baby Corazon” he whispered in your ear making you shiver. His tongue traced along the curve of your ear as he walked you forward to a dark corner of the clubhouse. You were so hot and bothered at this point you would agree to almost anything. A baby though was a big responsibility. “I don’t know love. Think about it” you whispered as he pressed your face into a wall, ravaging the other side of your neck as his hands roamed your sides and ass. You bit your lip as his erection pushed into your ass.

“What’s to think about? You want to leave me? Don’t want to be connected forever?” asked Coco his voice low and rough, a hint of danger to it that had your core clenching around nothing. “Dunno, maybe” you giggled as you shrugged. It was stupid, dangerous really to toy with him like this. You knew that but the alcohol and your arousal leaking down your thighs had you feeling bold. You were still surprised when he gripped your arm and spun you around to face him.

His hand on your jaw gentle but firm as he forced you to meet his eyes while the rested on your stomach keeping you pinned to the wall. His dark, wild eyes searched yours briefly before he tilted his head. He had seen the glint of mischief. You wanted to play with the beast tonight. He just had to figure out how much you wanted. “Maybe huh?” he stated as he grinned as he moved closer to you making your breath hitch. “Mmmhmm” you uttered as your noses touched. 

“I need a decisive answer” he stated as he moved his hand from your jaw to caress your face. Using his knee he opened your legs making you moan at the contact. “Yes” you groaned as he let you grind down on his leg. “Tell me how you wanna get away” he panted as he felt your arousal soak through his jeans. He closed his eyes as he waited for your answer. “Run” you mumbled making his eyes snap open. Of course you would ask for that level he thought to himself. 

Coco pulled back slightly to assess you, his fingers tapping on your belly. You frowned when Coco took several steps back from you. “Running doesn’t matter. Ill hunt you down if I have to” he stated with a shrug as he turned his back to you. “Babe?” you questioned as you moved towards him, worried you had messed up. “Better get moving” he called as he glanced at you as he took his leather off followed quickly by his shirt. “What? Did you think I’d take you home first?” he added as he started working on his belt. “If you don’t get to moving those damn feet the whole club is going to see you get bred like a good, obedient bitch” he chuckled as he watched your mind finally pick up what he was laying down.

“Ya’ll are freaks” stated Angel as he watched you tear past him and to the door. Coco shrugged as he took his belt off and worked on his jeans. “Take my stuff for me like usual?” he asked as he looked at his phone, he figured he would give you a couple minutes. “Yeah, giving her some extra time?” asked Angel with a laugh. “Yeah, figured since she didn’t know it rained while she was dancing the night away it’s only fair. Muddy as hell out there. Won’t be hard to track her” laughed Coco as Angel shook his head.

“Fuck” you snapped as your legs slipped out from under you as you jumped down the stairs. You slid a couple feet in the mud before coming to a rest. You lay there briefly before scrambling up, having a hard time gaining purchase. “Are you okay?” called Gilly from where he and Creeper stood watching you as they smoked.

“Yup….Coco and I are playing a little game of….tag” you stated as you climbed onto the hood of the clubs van. Both men snorted at your wording. They like Angel were all too familiar with your and Cocos game of tag. “Want help getting to the roof? You should be able to skirt down to EZ’s trailer if you’re quick” suggested Creeper. “We won’t tell” stated Gilly with a laugh as he put out his cigarette and moved to help you.

Coco chuckled quietly a couple minutes later as he stood on the porch of the clubhouse. He could see where you landed and fought for purchase in the slick mud. You were going to be filthy and he would owe you a dress. No way would you be able to get the stains out of it even if he didn’t plan to rip it to shreds. His eyes looked over the mud all over the vans hood. He frowned as he looked around at the other vehicles. They were all clean. But no more prints in the mud to show you had continued on the ground.

Walking slowly down the steps he tried the van doors and found them unlocked. Too easy he thought as he opened the back expecting to find you. Once he had cleared the van he stood surveying the hood. Maybe you went back inside? How could he have missed you? Making his way back up he felt something hit his face. Wiping at it he looked at his fingers and noted mud.

You had just got off the roof when you heard a howl. Your heart sped up as you glanced towards the trailer with the lights on. Could you make it in time? You bit your lip as you pondered getting back on the roof. It would take too much energy and time though. You took off sprinting right as you saw a shadow move around the corner of the clubhouse. You knew it was Coco without a doubt.

Coco let you get almost to the door before he pounced. Knocking you down the two of you rolled through the mud. You let out a shriek before he clamped a muddy hand over your mouth making you gag as dirt and gravel got in your mouth. Before Coco could say anything the trailer door flew open revealing a half dressed EZ.

“What the fuck is going on” he called as he moved to come down. “Go back inside boy scout” Coco growled as he bared his teeth at EZ. “I’m good. Playing” you called as Coco moved his hand from your mouth as EZs’s eyes drifted to you for confirmation. “Okay” replied EZ as he nodded and moved back inside.

“Told you that you couldn’t run away from me” stated Coco as he pushed you down into the ground as he straddle your hips as his hands moved to grip the fabric of your dress. “Silly girl” he murmured as he ripped the material off you making you whine and whimper. “Shh” scolded Coco as he delivered a sharp slap to your ass that had tears springing to your eyes.

Once the fabric of your dress was gone Coco laid on top of you as he grinded his boxer clad erection into your ass as he kissed your neck. “Please” you moaned as you tried to raise your hips to get more contact. “Please what?” teased Coco as he nipped your ear lobe making you gasp. “Fuck me” you moaned.

“I told you I want a baby though” panted Coco as he raised up slightly as he kissed and bit down your back and onto your ass. He raised your hips up as he went. “Want this belly round and full in a few months” he continued as he rubbed a hand over your stomach before dipping to your clit and running his fingers through your slick heat. He closed his eyes as he dipped in and out of you, feeling your walls flutter and clench around him.

 He took you right to the edge before pulling out making you whine. You just wanted to cum and would agree to anything at this point to have his cock inside you. “Breed me please Coco.” You begged as you pushed back against him trying to get some friction. “I want it. Cum in me”

Coco was quick to push his boxers down and bury himself into you. Your words cut off in a scream as his first thrust took your breath away. The air was filled with the sounds of skin slapping, your moans and Cocos grunts as he fucked you hard and fast. You were lost on a wave of overwhelming pleasure as he used you. Your eyes clouded with lust as he kept you locked in the position he wanted.

His pace became erratic for a moment before he bit down on the back of your neck as he shoved himself deep inside you painting your walls with his release. You moaned and dug your hands into the dirt as you felt his seed hit your walls in spurts as your body clamped around him, greedily sucking his cum from him.

Coco collapsed on top of you as you both came down from your highs. “I love you” he murmured as he kissed you gently. “Love you too” you whispered as you smiled. “Lets get you cleaned up and home to bed” stated Coco as he pulled out of you making you whine.

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[cloveroctobers]

JOHNNY COCO CRUZ — Spring Writings 🩵

A/N: Thank you to all those that voted on that poll and it has been awhile since I last wrote for coco so why not? This is definitely AU based for how I envision a better life for our coco bean and there’s no need to explain it any further. It’s spring and most of us are coming off that S.A.D. so we want happiness around here, so that’s what we’re damn well gonna get! This was also inspired by some events that happened last Friday 🤭

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE & I’m using: 6. Hanging a porch swing together + 7. I don’t think she noticed my new cut.

WARNINGS: language, mentions of blood and body injuries + Letty’s smart ass mouth—the usual.

⚘𖦹☼❀𑁍❀☼𖦹⚘ ⚘𖦹☼❀𑁍❀☼𖦹⚘ ⚘𖦹☼❀𑁍❀☼𖦹⚘ ⚘𖦹☼❀

Getting back home was the best part of Coco’s day. The big move from Santo Padre to Ojai was the best choice all of you made years ago.

(Coco and Letty more recently.)

This was home.

A awful green ranch built in 1955 with .42 acres of land was not something coco ever really saw in his future. He never had a place that truly felt like his and all that hard work along with time finally paid off. In fact he didn’t think he’d actually be alive this long to showcase what a home should feel like. Day by day his purpose was still something he was trying to figure out without realizing that he’s been living it.

He rides up the curvy slope of the driveway, waiting for the gate to open up wide enough for his bike to fit through. The dark eyed man glances to his left towards the front door, sensing something even before he cut the engine to his bike. He’ll move it to the garage later, leaving it behind next to your car before carrying up the pathway to the front door.

Coco enters the home, tv on from his left showing some rerun of a reality show that Letty was binge watching. The mushroom play tent that blocks the front window of the home is bare and does not hold your three year old daughter, Haven. He thinks nothing of it until he makes that right down the hallway where the bedrooms sit, hearing crying from Haven and barking from your tosa.

His nostrils flare, hands going to his waist as he cautiously makes his way into the main bedroom. He immediately spots Letty bouncing a crying Haven on her knee as her other hand is moving rapidly against the screen of her phone.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Coco asks as he spots the dog still barking and scratching at the bathroom door.

Letty snaps her head up to look at him, “thank fu—fudge you finally got here! I’ve been texting and leaving you messages.”

His eyes are still locked on the door, which is now missing a door knob as he gently rests a hand down on Haven’s head to kiss the vitiligo patch on her temple. She makes grabbing motions for him which he obliges, tears streaming down her round cheeks, while he brings the toddler into his chest who rests her head there and seems to calm just a bit as she heaves to subside her cries.

Coco pats and rubs her back soothingly as Letty gets back to her feet, using her foot to nudge Jody the Tosa out of the way, “I went to a meeting after work, I sent that in the group chat before I shut my phone off.”

“Yeah newsflash, maybe you shouldn’t do that when you have a very vocal fucking baby at home.” Letty bites as she knocks on the door leaning downwards, “y/n, coco’s here!” She tells before whipping her head back to her father, “Now fix the door.”

He’s confused as he makes his way over to the bathroom door, spotting a stain of blood dripping from the outside of where the doorknob was supposed to be. “What the fuck did you do Leticia?”

“Me?! I didn’t do anything!” Letty yells while her brows immediately frown, “your girlfriend somehow locked herself in the bathroom and has been in there for I don’t know maybe an hour or an hour in a half? She managed to punch the knob out after I loosened it.”

Coco shakes his head, eyeing the tools tossed all over the floor and hands Haven back to Letty, “take your sister and go feed her, she’s probably hungry and it’s past dinner time.”

“Shit, I lost track of time.” Letty stands up straight and scrambles to leave the room but not without calling back out to you, “if coco doesn’t get it y/n, I’m calling the locksmith!”

Coco sucks his teeth as he shoos the girl out of your shared room, “I am the locksmith.”

Letty widens her eyes with a scrunch of her nose, “we don’t need anymore injuries in this household thank you, we have a baby in the house.”

Coco rolls his eyes as it’s his turn to go into a squat position and peer through the gap, it’s slightly blocked by the remaining latch bolt. He peeks in just enough to see you laying on your back on the rug, bandaged hand cradled to your chest as you’re staring up at the ceiling.

Completely over it.

“Hey, mamita. What happened?”

Your head lolls to the side to meet coco’s dark eye, “I went to unlock the door and it wouldn’t budge. Took Letty fifteen minutes to realize I was stuck in here since she’s so deep into Shahs of Sunset and I didn’t have my phone on me. I managed to punch the knob out.”

“Why not kick? Now you done fucked up your hand I see.”

“Rather that than my foot.” You wiggle your toes, “you gonna get me out of here soon right, johnny?”

A crooked smile appears on Coco’s lips then, “I’ll think about it.”

Jody growls at him from his left, making coco suck his teeth while you can be heard laughing from inside the bathroom. “I know this fool isn’t trying to raise up on me?”

“He likes me better.”

“‘Cause he likes to hump your leg.”

“Ew, shut up Johnny!”

Coco laughs and looks at the tools that were previously used: a hanger, a screwdriver, and some hair oil. He analyzes the door, then the mechanism and just shrugs grabbing the hammer to knock the latch clean off the door. It flies towards you, lying about an inch away from where your shoulder lays.

Coco instructs, “You might want to cover your face for this next part.”

“What?” You start just as Coco lunges the claw side of the hammer into the side of the gap, yanking it back with such force he thought the claw would snap. Thankfully it didn’t as it gave way, leaving him to keep swinging the claw into space before switching back to the flat side to knock out the edge of the cheap door.

The door creaks open as he pushes it back once a good chunk of the door is missing. Rolling back to face the door with an arm tossed over your forehead, you meet your boyfriend’s eyes.

“Hey,” he greets almost like a mad man as he’s breathing harshly now at that work he just put in.

You slowly get to your feet to meet both of Johnny’s dark eyes this time, “hey, we’re gonna need a new door.”

You grip the sides of his torso as you peck his jaw in thanks while he just scoffs, “fuck that door. It was a cheap piece of shit and I’ve got a better idea anyway.”

Which could mean anything.

He reaches down to pick up your wrist, examining your injured fingers, “think you broke any of ‘em?”

“Probably that middle finger but the rest im thinking a bad sprain,” you inform while Coco nods his head, figuring you would know better than anyone being a middle school nurse and all.

Coco shakes his head, a signature crooked smile playing on his lips, “Guess you won’t be giving nobody the bird for a little while, huh?”

“I’m left handed anyway.” You remind Coco who nods his head in realization, “thanks for getting me out. How did today go?”

Johnny gives a sharp inhale with a lift of his shoulders, “same shit everyday. We talk about feelings and shit. It’s the anniversary of Hope’s death and I was talkin’ to one of the sponsors there, he gave me some info to look into for Leticia.”

Letty losing not only one but two of her friends tragically was enough to mess with anyone’s mental. She already had a lot going on before that and the move out here steered her in the right direction somewhat. She openly talked about starting her own business after quitting (and being fired) from numerous of jobs. So far being a instructor that provided swimming lessons to toddlers seemed to be the one that stuck while creating a webpage for her upcoming house sitting business.

She was much like Johnny, not wanting to open up and when she gave just enough she didn’t want to be seen as weak. You had enough experience with that yourself, growing up with caregivers in the military that had their own battles which ultimately left you to be raised and adopted by your godmother who was far from rough around the edges. You learned to love Johnny and Letty through it all but you were also firm in letting them both know that you wouldn’t be their punching bag.

You completely changed the trajectory of Johnny and Letty’s life, making them often forget what life was like before you walked in. Yet there were always reminders in the black of their brain and sure you could hold them down but you couldn’t be their sole savior.

They had to find that within themselves.

That’s that deep shit Coco had to hear plenty of times and knew Letty wouldn’t want to but would eventually have to.

“That’s good, babe.” You offer a smile as you squeeze his upper arm, “we’ll talk about it some more when we put that swing up out front.”

You’re getting ready to exit the bathroom when Coco grips your wrist causing you to look back at him.

“The swing? Nah we’re not gettin’ into that with your hand all fucked up.” Coco already decided.

“I’ll supervise.” You beam, “c’mon I’ve been wanting that thing up since the first day of spring and summers approaching in the next few weeks!”

Coco blinks, “and I said I’d get to it.”

“Just like the emissions for my car when I was pregnant with Haven, got stranded and ended up with minor carbon monoxide poisoning?” You pointed out while the tatted man rubs his jaw in annoyance.

Which was enough indication for you to laugh and wrap an arm across his waist, knowing that you won, “fine but like you said, supervise. Not be in my fucken ear like a flea.”

“I know you like to get into your zone when you’re working but what we’re not gonna do is compare your girl and mother of your beautiful baby to an insect.” You yank on his earlobes making him hiss.

Smiling sweetly at him after, you quickly peck his crooked nose and bite his jaw before taking your leave, “glad you’re home, papa.”

Coco rolls his eyes and tossed the hammer into the toolbox, knowing he would get to it later before joining his family in the kitchen.

‘I don’t think she noticed my new cut,’ Coco finds himself thinking as he watches you move around the kitchen, working on heating up the leftovers while he’s tasked with making sure Haven doesn’t start throwing any vegetables she doesn’t like around again and Letty is screaming at the tv.

“Aye, who we yellin’ at?” Coco questions from the dining room which has three views: a sliding door that leads to the backyard to the left, straight ahead the kitchen can be partially seen, and then to the right flows into the living room.

Letty huffs as she tosses her phone down on the couch glancing in Coco and Haven’s direction, “fu—freaking Reza! He’s so annoying!”

“Then cut the shit off and go help y/n warm up the food.” Coco tells Letty who side eyes him.

She snipes, “I already took care of Haven and set the table…what’re you doing coco?”

“Paying bills.”

You twist your lips around in the kitchen, thankful the twenty-one year old couldn’t see your facial expression right now, not that you were ever scared of Letty but you also weren’t in the mood to deal with her mouth, especially being locked in the bathroom for forever.

“And I would be too if y/n didn’t give me a break!” Letty argued.

Finances became really rough once Coco got struck with addiction. Not that it was ever the greatest when Letty lived with Celia but she was the main one who had to hold it down once Coco got infected with the disease. So she didn’t appreciate Coco throwing that in her face when he should have been the adult who paid bills to provide for her and it was always a ongoing argument between the two, which is why you remained quiet once you sensed that starting to brew.

Thankfully with the progress of being sober and getting a job down at the shooting range as a range officer, Coco was on the path of being financially stable and you were the best at managing funds although Coco often clowned you for considering shopping for the house and the girls as “errands,” you were good at having a balance with money and into numbers a bit after living in a transformed school bus turned home (illegally if you want to be technical) with your god-mommy. She was a free-spirited woman who was into protests, loaded with money but still chose to park the bus/home out in the woods on some land that rightfully belonged to her ancestors before the law colonized it. It was sacred land and after her passing you did everything in your power to gain rights to that land yourself, later transforming it into a garden in honor of loved ones lost.

Life was forever blossoming and you always wanted to continue experiencing that growth. When coco came back into your life, it was unexpected but meant to be—you’d like to think. It’s like that saying, “if it comes back around then it’s meant to be.”

The both of you knew each other back in school and lost touch until he moved out here to Ojai. By then he was already in a program, leaving behind the Mayans to better his mental health. You already knew he was in some type of biker gang, thanks to being friends with Gilberto Lopez on Facebook. Curiosity always got the best of you and you didn’t have much to go off of since you couldn’t locate him anywhere on Facebook but found Letty through Celia’s page.

He was barely on Letty’s page too after spotting a comment where she went off on some lady who was friends with Celia, for making inappropriate comments on a picture the twenty-something year old shared for his birthday. It was causal lurking not anything stalker-ish and you didn’t want to reach out to Gilly about coco either since you didnt want to appear desperate—despite your besties begging you to just shoot your shot through Gilly.

That didn’t happen until coco came here.

It was like the universe knew to give you two a second chance and the both of you didn’t want to miss it. However you were content on just being friends but that wasn’t in Coco’s plans once he truly got to know the version of you now. Eventually he got you out of your own stubbornness and wasn’t one to beg but Coco knew you were worth it.

When you’re zoned back in on the conversation, bringing the food out to the table you spotted Letty now sitting in her usual seat resting her cheek into her fist while Coco shoved her shoulder with a snort, evoking the girl to shove him back with a smile just in time for them to start playfully throwing hands but you warn them to, “cut the crap you two, you’re at the table now act like you have some sense please.”

“My bad, mamita.”

“He started it.”

You playfully glare at them as you take your seat, lifting the silicone bib to wipe at the corner of Haven’s mouth before waving your hands along signaling for everyone to start serving themselves.

Johnny and Letty did not hesitate, which led to chatter at the dinner table, making Coco further grateful for this little life.

Later that night with the crickets chirping, the both of you have quality time as you’re seated on the grass while coco is drilling the chains to the swing into the brown beams out front.

“Hey babe, meant to tell you this earlier but I’m feeling the new look.” You announce after putting your phone down from taking many pictures of the process.

Coco glances over at you from the ladder, “yeah? I didn’t think you noticed.”

“Oh I definitely did,” you smile, “loved the Brazilian loose waves just as much as the Gretchen Grundler pigtails but hair grows back and it always fun to switch it up ya know?”

You don’t miss coco rolling his eyes at your attempt of dragging his hair but knows you’re joking nonetheless. He can also tell by the way you’re looking at him from the ground that you’re really a fan of the cut, “I’m almost finished here so you can show me how much you’re digging the hair up in our room, huh?”

Sighing you pout, “only if we weren’t getting up early to hang out with Bruno and Luis.”

That’s right ever since he got with you, he was able to reconnect with his two other kids. It took a lot of fight from Bruno’s mom for coco to be in Bruno’s life—who was now fourteen—threatening back child support out of pettiness (she honestly thought he died because of what Celia once told her after he got locked up) and Luis, who was ten and acting out way before coco came back into his life was still trying to get a feel for this stranger of a man who happened to be his father. Luis was quiet but there was a fire behind the shared eyes he has from his father.

Life was always a timely journey and you taught Coco patience.

“Look at it like this, I’ll have you out by midnight.” Coco smirks, checking his own phone for the time and to see a text from Bruno’s mom to confirm if you guys were still coming out to Montecito.

Bruno and Luis’s mom became good friends, often allowing the boys to spent the night at each other’s houses. Although Luis lived out in Carpinteria with his mother and siblings; which was nowhere from Montecito the two women made it their jobs for the siblings to have a relationship. Which was shocking on Bruno’s mom’s part to be honest. Bruno’s mother was still shady towards you, not liking the fact that coco picked you to spend forever with although she had a new man, she still felt a type of way but you knew not to take that personally…yet you were no punk and wouldn’t always bite your tongue.

You mockingly yawn, stretching your arms above your head, “you know I can’t get into the groove with open doors.”

Coco sucks his teeth, “well you better get used to it mamita, that doors not comin’ back.”

“Qué?”

“That open concept shit you always talk about when we’re watching that home channel…well you’re gonna get it for the bathroom.” Coco double checks that the swing is secure before he starts climbing down the ladder, “and I get a show every time you get out the shower. So everybody wins.”

Scowling at the smirk on your boyfriend’s face, you push off your ankles to your feet, making your way over to the cute farmhouse like swing, “You’re no better than Jody.”

“I’n the fucken man of the house, not the dog.” Coco tells as he slips a hand over your waist as you go to sit on the swing.

“Don’t think I know the difference,” you joke once more as Coco bumps his nose against your cheek, now sitting beside you as you softly sway into the night.

With your good hand, you run a hand over coco’s shortened hair with a smile before resting your head on his shoulder with another yawn, “seee, this is nice isn’t it?”

“Yeah it’s cool but now none of us are going to be in the house.”

All of you were always out and about. If it wasn’t work, coco was out riding or tuning up the bike or doing woodwork, letty was sunbathing and used to be in the hot tub a lot until you two took over and that was enough for her not to want any parts leaving her to run the streets with the car along with Jody in the passenger side or fix up the car coco let her keep. You just liked being in the backyard to be “corny,” in the Cruz’ words one with nature birdwatching or with Haven who liked running around letting you and coco know that she would probably grow up to be involved in some sort of athletics one day. However once those bugs wanted to be seen by you? Then it was time to wrap it up and go right inside.

“We’ll get to enjoy the inside more once we’re old as hell.”

“I like my own personal granny already,” coco laughs while you elbow his gut, “ow, what? You were the one crying about your back the other night?”

“That’s because you left one of your stupid chains to your jeans in the bed.”

“My bad, thought you were into bondage.” Coco felt his lips twitch in humor until you lifted your head to glare at him.

“Johnny.”

“Y/n,” he says back in a warning tone but teasing, “aye show me some love, I got you out that bathroom and put this grandma shit up. You don’t got to bring up old shit, you know?”

“That was two days ago but whatever,” you respond yanking his jaw to turn his lips to brush against yours, “love you papa, now sssh and let’s enjoy the warm night.”

Coco lets out a sigh, squeezing your waist as you get comfortable back against his shoulder. “You better, brat.”

“After you…butt sniffer.”

“Always got to have the last word, don’t you?” Coco sucks his teeth, ready to nudge your head off him if you didn’t look so cute relaxing against him, aware that you were comparing him to a dog yet again while you laugh, tossing your knee over his, intertwining your fingers (the good ones) with his as you sink into the freedom of the night together.

⚘𖦹☼❀𑁍❀☼𖦹⚘ ⚘𖦹☼❀𑁍❀☼𖦹⚘ ⚘𖦹☼❀𑁍❀☼𖦹⚘ ⚘𖦹☼❀

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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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Autumn prompts

There will be headcanons for cozy autumn evenings with Tranq and Nestor tomorrow, but feel free to send in similar requests or other characters for this prompt

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Oral Fixation

Pairing: Johnny “Coco” Cruz x Reader

Summary: If there is one thing that (Name) enjoys it’s going down on her man.

Trigger/Content Warning(s): smut, oral sex (male receiving), blow jobs, deep throating, dirty talk

Word Count: 696

Tags: @staley83

A/N: cross posted from my ao3. Sorry this took so long to post. My iPad died and I needed to get a new one.

(Name) loved Coco’s body. To her it was perfect. Not large, yet still nicely defined muscles. Plenty of tattoos covering much of his golden skin. Dark brown eyes that (Name) could drown in. His thick black hair was shockingly soft and she loved when he let it grow out and get a little messy.

And his hands made her shiver, long slender fingers, yet they were strong and skilled as well. He knew how to turn her mind to mush with his hands.

And his lips, soft and greedy. He kissed her all over as often as possible. His voice was amazing as well. And how he would say the dirtiest things in her ear at any time he wanted. And the way he smirked at her when he knew that he’d gotten to her only made it worse.

There was much more she loved about him and his body, but she was a bit preoccupied at the moment.

With the part that needed her attention most.

One of Coco’s strong hands rested on (Name’s) head, his slender fingers tangled in her hair while the other held a cigarette to his lips. Those dark eyes watching her as she knelt between his knees.

His pants were undone and his cock was freed. And covered in her saliva while she gasped for air.

“You good, chula?” He asked.

“Yes Papi.” (Name) purred breathlessly, before moving quickly to take him back into her mouth.

“God damn, Ma, you’re something else.” Coco groaned as he looked down at her, blowing smoke into the air.

She looked up at him and smiled around him while sucking him harder. He hissed and flexed his fingers in her hair.

“You gonna take more, baby?” He asked.

She moaned around him and began bobbing her head, taking more and more of him into her mouth and down her throat. He groaned out her name.

She sucked him harder, loving the way he felt in her mouth. The way he tasted. She loved going down on him.

Any chance she got.

Waking him up when he stayed over with her or she stayed over with him.

Those afternoons when they met for lunch.

In the shower at the end of the night.

Sneaking off to a back room during parties at the Mayans clubhouse.

Or like tonight, taking her time while pleasing and relaxing him after a long, hard run.

Once he was cleaned up and fed she would lead him to the couch and let him sink onto it and light up a smoke while she stripped down to the new lingerie that she’d bought, making a show of it.

Then she would walk over and sit in his lap, kissing him, her hands would explore his body while his explored hers. His well muscled chest and down his abs to delve into his pants and be sure that he was hard for her

Then slipping from his lap to the floor in front of him. Undoing his pants and finally getting her mouth on him.

She was moaning as she sloppily sucked him off. Her hands working on her own body as she did so. One hand groping her own breast while the other was in her panties while she worked over his cock.

“So good, Mama, take it all down that pretty throat of yours.” Coco growled.

She looked up into his eyes and smiled around his dick before doing as he said and taking the rest of him into her mouth and throat. Gagging a bit but pushing through it.

She held herself down for as long as possible before pulling away enough to catch her breath while still bobbing her head. Over and over again she kept this up.

“Fuck...I’m gonna cum…” Coco growled, and held her head down as he came a few seconds later, filing her throat.

(Name) moaned and swallowed down his release before pulling off of him with a pop, giggling cutely. She licked her lips.

“Feel better, Coco?” She asked with a grin.

“Damn that mouth of yours is gonna be the death of me.” He laughed, “But what a way to go.”

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Look After You: Johnny 'Coco' Cruz x Reader

Part of @storiesofsvu Holiday Bingo! The square was Cold/Flu Season!

Tagging: @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @withakindheartx

It hurts, for Coco, it always hurts.

He’s used to living a life of agony.

He’s been born into it and before you he was sure he’d die in it.

It’s textured his world, scared his skin, even shattered his mind once or twice.

The pain he feels right now, it’s the healthy kind, the healing kind because he’s actually doing something good for a change, he’s taking care of his person.

He removes the blanket from the back of the couch, and it tucks it around your sleeping form. You were watching a Disney movie, something about an alien, that looks kinda like a dog. It’s not his thing but you always like a little comfort watching when you’re sick. It takes you back to your childhood when your Papi used to take care of you.

You’d told him not to come around, you didn’t want him to catch your cold, but he could hear how exhausted you were, how ill.

“Are you taking care of yourself?” He’d asked you over the phone.

“Of course.”

Yea, you can’t pull the wool over his eyes. He’s seen the inside of your fridge; he knows you haven’t had time for grocery shopping. He’d come over to your place with chicken soup from Mama Cena’s and enough groceries to feed the entire of Santo Padre.

“Oh Mami.” He murmurs when he catches sight of you because truthfully you look like hell.

Your nose is red and sore, there’s bags under your eyes. Your skin is sallow and dry. He shoos you towards the couch before taking stock of the situation. Your place is a mess, you’re shivering on the sofa despite the fact you have a temperature and yea, he was right there’s nothing in the fridge.

The first thing he does is make sure you’re fed. You manage to get half the soup down you before you start to fall asleep. He watches your eyelids flutter closed before he takes the container from your hand and sets it down on the coffee table. You try to fight it, but he can see how fatigued you are. His fingertips brush the hair away from your features as he leans down, his lips brushing over your forehead.

“Go to sleep Mami,” He whispers against your hairline “I’ll take care of everything.”

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Yandere ask - Most likely Mayans to use overstimulation to force their girl into staying home because she's too worn out to go out

Angel, EZ, Coco, Manny and of course Miguel (wasn't sure if you meant only Mayans or the show in general)

EZ does it in a more discrete way, making it seem like he just so happened to overstimulate you enough to where you're sleepy and limp. Cooing at you, "I'm sorry baby. Didn't realize I made you come that many times." Offers up major aftercare and naps to take up more of your time so you don't even have the time to go out with the girls anymore. Would deny it if you ever asked.

Angel is open about it. "Look at the poor baby. Can barely keep her eyes open. Those legs are wide open though, huh? Clit too sensitive, don't want anything touching? Is that it? Guess you can't go out like you planned. I'm sure they'll understand." He planned it out and doesn't care if you know it. Takes his time cleaning you up and cuddling you.

Coco is cruel with it. He'll tell you even before he starts why he's doing it. "Going out? No. I don't think so. I think you'll stay here with me." Doesn't hesitate to tie you or restrain you in some way to make sure you take it all.

Miguel may even take it a step further, vibrator on your clit until your vision goes out and he has to gently smack your cheek to bring you back to, just to then motion to the door. "Go ahead. Go out with the girls. Let's see if you can even stand." And he's plenty cocky when you barely can, that evil smirk plastered on his face as he sucks his teeth at you. "Looks like you'll have to reschedule."

Manny will take no blame at all and place it all on you, chuckling at you when you whine. "Me?? What does it have to do with me? It's your body. I just wanted a taste before you left. I never said you couldn't go. You can get up and get ready right now. I won't stop you." Knowing damn well neither your brain nor your legs can function well enough for you to go anywhere.

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Tw: Cussing, author might be butchering Spanish

A:N: I do not understand this culture, heavy use of google, if anything is offensive or incorrect, please let me know so I can adjust -T.S.T.

Spare Parts - Part 1

The heat in Santo Padre was stifling, the sun beating down on the cracked pavement as you walked, your expression tense with confusion.

The streets all looked the same—dusty, sun-bleached buildings with hand-painted signs, some in Spanish, some faded beyond recognition.

You had been walking in circles for the past twenty minutes, clutching your phone that refused to load a map, growing more and more frustrated.

"Fuck you, stupid roaming wifi fucker" you cursed into to your phone, like threats would actually help your situation.

You weren’t exactly dressed for wandering—your light-colored clothing made you stick out against the earth-toned backdrop of the town.

You stood near a corner, glancing around, hoping to see someone who looked approachable enough to help.

That was when you heard them before you saw them—three men walking together, laughing, their voices carrying down the street.

A shorter man was in the middle, his cap turned around on his mop of curls, his vest hanging open over a t-shirt. His arms were inked, cigarette dangling from his lips as he nudged a tall man with cropped hair beside him.

The third was a bearded man the bore a resemblance to the second man he was saying something under his breath, shaking his head with a grin.

The three of them walked like they owned the town—casual, unbothered, dangerous in a way you didn’t quite recognize yet.

Coco spotted you first. His sharp brown eyes flicked over you, immediately noting the way you stood—a little lost, a little unsure. You were definitely not from around here.

“Damn,” he muttered, exhaling smoke. “Who let a little muñeca wander around Santo Padre by herself?”

EZ followed his gaze. “Shit, she looks lost.”

Angel just smirked. “She looks like a whole-ass tourist.”

Coco, however, was already stepping forward. “Yo, mamita,” he called, his tone as lazy as ever. “You need help, or you just sightseeing?”

You turned at the sound, relief washing over you at the sight of someone actually talking to you. “Oh! Um—yeah, I think I’m lost.”

Coco’s lips twitched. “You think?”

His accent was thick, his voice teasing, but you were too focused on trying to explain yourself to notice. “My phone won’t load the map, and I don’t know where I am. I’m looking for—” You trailed off, struggling to pronounce the name of the street.

Coco made a low sound in his throat, amusement flickering across his face. “Yeah, you’re real lost, huh?” He tilted his head, watching you. “Where you from, muñeca?”

You hesitated. “Uh… Aotearoa?”

EZ raised a brow, while Angel huffed a small laugh, but Coco just frowned slightly, processing. “Aotea—what?”

He squinted, as if that would help him place the accent. He could tell it wasn’t British, but beyond that, he was blank.

“That’s a long way from home, chiquita.” He leaned in slightly, eyes narrowing playfully. “You runnin’ from somethin’? ‘Cause I gotta tell you, Santo Padre ain't exactly the place to get lost.”

You shook your head quickly. “No! No, I just—”

“Damn. That’s a shame,” he muttered. “Could’ve had fun helpin’ you hide.”

You blinked at him, completely missing the way his lips curled as he waited for a reaction.

You just nodded, earnest and unaware. “I’d really appreciate some directions.”

EZ choked on a laugh, and Angel outright snorted. Coco rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, alright, let’s see,” he drawled, shifting his cigarette to the other side of his mouth as he gestured lazily. “Go straight down that way, past the panadería—"

You frowned slightly. “The what?”

Coco sighed dramatically, turning to EZ and Angel. “She don’t speak Spanish?”

Angel grinned. “Not a word.”

EZ smirked. “You gonna be okay, bro?”

Coco ignored them, turning back to you, his voice slower, exaggerated as he pointed again. “The bakery, mami. Then take a left, keep goin’ ‘til you see the liquor store. After that, you’ll wanna take a—”

He paused, giving you a long, assessing look. “You write directions down, or you just gonna get lost again, bonita?”

You straightened, indignant. “I’m not—”

“You’re totally gonna get lost again,” Coco finished, amused.

You huffed slightly, looking away, and Coco felt an unexpected tug of something warm in his chest.

You were short enough that he could probably pick you up with one arm—and despite your irritation, you had this softness about you. A kind of wide-eyed curiosity that wasn’t put on, wasn’t fake.

And that? That was rare as hell in Santo Padre.

Angel nudged him, smirking. “Damn, bro, you slippin’? Usually, girls at least notice when you’re flirting.”

Coco exhaled slowly, flicking his cigarette away. “Man, shut the fuck up.”

EZ chuckled. “That hurt a little, huh?”

Coco shook his head, brushing it off. “Nah. She’s cute. Dumb as hell for wanderin’ around alone, but cute.” He glanced back at you, smirking. “You ever get lost again, chiquita, you ask for Coco, yeah? I’ll make sure you don’t get snatched up.”

You didn’t fully understand the weight behind his words, but you nodded anyway. “Thank you, Coco.”

He grinned. “De nada, muñeca.”

As you turned to leave, Angel and EZ watched Coco closely.

“You really gonna let her walk off like that?” Angel teased.

Coco exhaled, eyes still lingering on your retreating form.

No idea what kind of shit she’s in the middle of.

He grinned lazily, masking whatever that feeling was in his chest. “What, you think I should offer to hold her hand next time Boy Scout?”

EZ shook his head, laughing.

Coco scoffed, but didn’t argue. Instead, he watched as you disappeared down the street, the heat settling heavy around him.

By the time you found your hotel, your nerves had settled, but the day’s events still clung to you. You hadn’t meant to wander so far from your destination, and despite Coco’s playful jabs about you being lost, you knew he had a point.

This wasn’t a place you wanted to be roaming alone.

The hotel receptionist was polite enough when you asked about dinner, listing a few options nearby.

Some were clearly meant for tourists, she pointed you toward a small spot just a couple of blocks away—nothing fancy, but 'authentic'.

You thanked her and headed out, the night air cooling the heat of the day. The streets felt different after sundown—quieter, yet somehow more alive, shadows stretching long under the streetlights.

You pulled your cardigan a little tighter around you, focusing on the directions you’d been given.

And then—

“Damn, muñeca, you really out here tempting fate tonight, huh?”

Your stomach dipped at the familiar voice, and when you turned, Coco was there—leaning lazily against the wall just outside a liquor store, one boot kicked up behind him.

The glow of his cigarette lit up his face in brief flickers, casting shadows under his sharp cheekbones.

His kutte hung open, revealing the faded band tee underneath, and his tattoos looked darker in the dim light.

He took a slow drag, exhaling smoke before giving you a once-over. “Didn’t think I’d see you again so soon, chiquita. You followin’ me?”

You blinked. “I—what? No, I’m just going to get dinner.”

Coco smirked. “Yeah? That why you look like a lost little rabbit again?”

Your lips parted, ready to argue, but you hesitated, realizing he wasn’t wrong. You hadn’t exactly walked these streets with confidence.

Coco exhaled again, shaking his head. “Damn, you lucky as hell, you know that?”

You frowned. “Lucky?”

He flicked his cigarette away, straightening. “Yeah, lucky it was us that saw you first. Santo Padre ain’t Disneyland, mamita. You look like you don’t even know when you’re bein’ watched.”

Your stomach twisted at that, but Coco just grinned, as if he hadn’t just dropped that unsettling fact on you.

He stepped closer, tilting his head. “So where’s this place you’re headed?”

You told him the name, and Coco let out a low hum of approval. “Alright, you got taste. That place is solid.”

You hesitated. “Do you… eat there a lot?”

Coco chuckled. “Nah. I usually eat at the clubhouse. But…” He smirked. “Thinkin’ maybe I should come with you, make sure you don’t end up sittin’ in some random alley tryin’ to read a menu.”

You rolled your eyes, but Coco just laughed.

He turned, starting to walk. “C’mon, chiquita. If I let you wander off alone again, EZ and Angel’ll never let me hear the end of it.”

You hesitated, but something about his confidence made it easy to follow. He didn’t ask if you wanted him to come—he just decided.

And for some reason, you didn’t mind.

The restaurant was small, cozy, with low lighting and a handful of locals sitting at worn wooden tables. The air smelled like grilled meat, warm spices, and something rich simmering on the stove.

You followed Coco inside, feeling slightly self-conscious under the gazes of a few patrons. You weren’t exactly dressed up, but something about being here, made you feel even more like a tourist.

Coco, however, looked completely at ease. He guided you toward a table near the back, sinking into a chair with the kind of lazy confidence that made it clear—he belonged anywhere he decided to sit.

You hesitated before sitting across from him, glancing at the menu.

Coco watched you for a moment, then sighed dramatically. “Tell me somethin’, muñeca—what exactly do you eat?”

You frowned. “What?”

“You vegetarian, vegan, some kinda gluten-free shit?”

You blinked. “Vegetarian, actually.”

Coco groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Of course you are.”

Your brows furrowed. “Is that a problem?”

“Nah, nah,” he muttered. “Just means I gotta make sure you don’t order somethin’ that’s gonna make you cry later.” He leaned back, waving down the waiter. “Let me handle it, bonita. You trust me?”

You hesitated. "You kill me ... I haunt you, deal?"

Coco looked like the kind of man you shouldn’t trust.

Coco grinned, rattling off an order in Spanish before glancing back at you, watching the way your eyes followed his words, your expression unreadable.

“What’s that look for, chiquita?”

You shrugged. “I just—don’t know what you ordered.”

He smirked. “Guess you’ll find out, huh?”

You gave him a dry look, but before you could say anything, the waiter walked away.

Coco leaned forward, forearms resting on the table. “So. You gonna tell me what you’re doin’ in Santo Padre, or you just gonna let me keep guessin’?”

You hesitated. “I’m just… traveling.”

Coco snorted. “Yeah? This the kinda place you travel to?”

You frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He studied you, expression unreadable. “Just means girls like you don’t usually end up in towns like this on accident.”

Your stomach twisted at his words. “Girls like me?”

Coco’s lips twitched. “You know what I mean, mamita. Pretty as hell, but got no fuckin’ idea what kinda people you’re sittin’ next to.”

You stiffened slightly, unsure if that was a compliment or a warning.

Coco just watched you, something unreadable in his eyes. Then—

“Relax, chiquita.” His voice softened, just a little. “Ain’t nobody gonna mess with you while I’m here.”

You weren’t sure if that should make you feel better.

But it kinda did.

Coco didn’t even try to hide his amusement when he saw you eyeing your plate like it might bite you. Arms folded across his chest, he leaned back in his chair, head tilting as he watched you poke cautiously at the food.

“Damn, muñeca,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Ain’t like I just fed you somethin’ I scraped off the street.”

You shot him a look. “I don’t know what this is.”

Coco smirked. “Yeah? And? You think I’m tryna poison you or somethin’?”

You hesitated. “Maybe, you got that look"

He barked out a laugh, sharp and genuine, before rubbing a hand over his face. “Shit, chiquita, that’s cold.”

You lifted a brow. “You did refuse to tell me what it was.”

Coco rolled his eyes, nudging your plate with a finger. “It’s chile relleno, bonita. Ain’t gonna kill you. Just eat.”

You still looked doubtful, but, after another moment of hesitation, you took a careful bite. The flavors hit all at once—spiced but not overwhelming, rich, with a depth you hadn’t expected.

Coco watched your expression change, smirking as you chewed.

“Aha,” he said, pointing at you. “See? That’s the face of someone realizin’ they ain’t been set up.”

You swallowed. “ok... ok ... It’s… actually good.”

Coco groaned, throwing his head back. “Actually good, she says. Dios mío, the disrespect.”

You bit your lip, suppressing a smile. “Fine. It’s really good.”

Coco grinned. “There she is.”

Still, your suspicion lingered as you took another bite. “What if you only picked this because you knew it wouldn’t be bad?”

Coco smirked. “You sayin’ I got some kinda master plan, chiquita?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Maybe.”

Coco clicked his tongue. “Damn, and here I thought we were buildin’ trust.”

You shot him a look, but he was already focused on his own food, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

Despite your initial wariness, you actually enjoyed the meal. But what really caught your attention was the horchata.

Coco noticed the second you took your first sip.

Your eyes widened slightly, your lips parting just enough to let out a quiet, surprised hum. The drink was smooth, sweet, spiced with cinnamon, and cold in a way that was instantly refreshing. You hadn’t expected it to be this good.

Coco raised a brow. “Damn, mamita, you drinkin’ that like it’s holy water.”

You lowered the glass slightly, swallowing. “This is amazing.”

Coco chuckled. “Yeah?”

You nodded, taking another sip. “Why don’t more people talk about this?”

Coco smirked. “’Cause white people be too busy hypin’ up pumpkin spice.”

You nearly choked. “Coco!”

He grinned. “What? Tell me I’m wrong.”

"Fuckin' hate pumpkin spice, you don’t put sweet shit on vegetables" You huffed, before going back to your drink.

Coco watched as you took slow, appreciative sips, your expression softening after your outburst.

For some reason, that sight settled something in him.

He propped his chin on his hand, watching you. “Damn, chiquita, you really this easy to please?”

You frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”

He gestured lazily toward your glass. “You act like you just had the best shit in the world. Over horchata.”

You tilted your head. “I just appreciate good things when I find them.”

Coco went quiet for a second, something unreadable passing through his expression.

Then—he smirked. “That so, muñeca?”

You nodded, completely unaware of the weight behind his words.

Coco just huffed, shaking his head. “Mierda,” he muttered under his breath, taking a sip of his own drink.

You didn’t catch the way he watched you after that.

Coco wasn’t even trying to hide his smirk as he watched you wrestle with the crumpled bills in your hand. You had this little crease between your brows, lips pursed in concentration as you tried to make sense of the unfamiliar currency.

It was too fucking cute.

Leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, Coco tilted his head. “Damn, muñeca, you tryna solve a math problem or pay for dinner?”

You shot him a look, still frowning at the bills. “It’s confusing.”

Coco let out a low chuckle, reaching for his cigarette. “What’s confusing about it?”

You sighed. “They’re all the same fucking color.”

Coco blinked, then snorted. “What?”

You waved the money slightly. “Your money. It all looks the same. In Aotearoa, our notes are different colors for different values. This is just… green and more green.”

Coco laughed, shaking his head. “Damn, y’all got Monopoly money over there.”

You huffed, refocusing on the bills. “I just need to figure out how much this is…”

Coco watched as you carefully counted the notes, muttering under your breath. He could have helped, but watching you struggle with something so simple was too entertaining.

“Shit, chiquita,” he teased. “They really don’t teach y’all how to count?”

You glared at him. “I can count just fine. American money is just dumb.”

Coco smirked, tapping ash from his cigarette. “Sure, bonita. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Eventually, you managed to hand over the correct amount, though the relieved little sigh you let out after made it clear how much effort that had taken.

Coco shook his head, still grinning. “Next time, just let me pay, mamita. That was painful to watch.”

You frowned. “I can pay for my own food.”

Coco chuckled, exhaling smoke. “Yeah, I saw that. You made it real hard for George Washington, muñeca.”

You groaned. “Shut up"

Coco just laughed harder.

You took another sip of horchata, sighing in appreciation. Coco watched, smirking, as you leaned back in your seat, fingers lazily tracing the rim of the glass.

“This is still the best thing I’ve ever had,” you murmured.

Coco smirked. “Damn, chiquita, you tryna make me jealous?”

You blinked. “What?”

Coco chuckled. “You keep makin’ that face every time you drink it. Lookin’ like you in love.”

You rolled your eyes, taking another sip. “It’s just really good.”

Coco smirked, flicking his lighter open and shut. “Yeah, yeah. What’s next? You gonna move to Santo Padre just for the horchata?”

You hummed, considering. “Maybe…” Then, after a pause, your expression shifted slightly. “Hey, Coco?”

He raised a brow. “What’s up, muñeca?”

You tapped a finger against your glass. “Do you think this would taste good with vodka?”

Coco stared at you.

Then slowly leaned forward, elbows on the table. “Hold up. Say that again.”

You tilted your head. “Horchata. Vodka. Can that be a thing?”

Coco shook his head, a slow grin creeping onto his face. “Damn, chiquita, you tryna start a revolution?”

You frowned. “No? I just think it might taste good.”

Coco let out a low whistle, looking you over like he was seeing you in a whole new light. “Look at you, bonita, tryna get creative.”

You shrugged. “I just like experimenting.”

Coco smirked, reaching for his own glass. “Shit, I respect it. But if we do this, you know we gotta test it properly, right?”

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

Coco chuckled. “I mean, muñeca, you can’t just guess if it’s good. We gotta try it. For science.”

Your lips twitched. “For science?”

Coco nodded solemnly. “For science.”

You exhaled a laugh. “Okay, fine. But if it’s bad, you’re drinking it.”

Coco grinned. “Damn right I am. No way I’m lettin’ my little chiquita waste good alcohol.”

You blinked. “Oi ... enough of that 'my' shit”

Coco chuckled. “whatever you say, chiquita"

You had no idea how fast that nickname was going to stick.

[mysticalmallard]

Parcels of Hope

Description: Coco has a crush on the delivery girl who is always bringing them car and bike parts

Word Count: 679

Warnings: none I can think of

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Another day, another shift at the garage. The crew is hard at work, sweating it out under the Californian sun. For Coco, however, the day holds a different kind of anticipation. Today is the day that the parcel delivery service girl would arrive with her usual load of bike parts.

As he hears the sound of tires pulling up outside, his heart starts racing. He quickly wipes the grease off his hands and walks out to the garage entrance, trying to act casual.

The delivery girl hops out of her van with a clipboard in her hands. She's dressed in uniform, her long hair pulled back in a ponytail. As she walks up to him, she gives him a friendly smile.

"Hey there," she says, looking down at the delivery manifest in her hand. "I've got a bunch of stuff for you guys today."

Coco's heart skips a beat as he hears her voice. He tries to play it cool, even though his heart is racing a mile a minute.

"Hey," he says, forcing himself to sound casual. "Yeah, we're always ordering parts for bikes and stuff. You know how it is."

He can feel his palms getting sweaty and quickly wipes them off on his jeans, hoping she doesn't notice.

As she hands him the manifest to sign, he catches a whiff of her perfume, something light and floral. He swallows hard, fighting the urge to say something stupid.

"Any of these are particularly heavy?" he asks, trying to prolong the conversation while he signs his name.

She glances down at the manifests and points at a couple of parcels. "Nah, not really. The heaviest ones are those two right there."

Coco follows her finger and nods, pretending to make a mental note of it. They're close enough now that he can see every detail of her face - the small freckle above her lip, the way her eyelashes flutter when she blinks, the way her eyes light up when she smiles. He has to force himself to keep his cool.

As she turns to retrieve the parcels from the back of the van, Coco can't help but watch her. Her uniform fits her curves perfectly, accentuating her figure in just the right places. He catches himself staring and quickly looks away, feeling his cheeks heat up.

She walks back towards the garage, carrying the parcels with ease. "So, what are you guys working on today?" she asks, still in that friendly, casual tone.

It takes Coco a moment to realize she's talking to him. He clears his throat and tries to sound nonchalant. "Oh, you know. The usual. Bikes, engine problems, some upgrades here and there."

She nods, setting the parcels down near the tool bench. "Sounds like you guys keep busy."

Coco can't help but notice how her ponytail swings back and forth as she moves. He takes a step closer, under the pretense of helping her with the parcels.

"Yeah, there's always something to fix or improve," he says as he picks up one of the parcels. It's heavier than he expected, but he doesn't let her know that. He pretends to look at the label, just to have an excuse to keep her near a little longer.

She smiles and thanks him for his help, her gaze lingering on him just a moment too long. Coco feels a flutter of hope in his chest. Maybe there's a spark there, after all?

As they finish up, she hops back into her van, waving goodbye. Coco watches her drive away, his heart heavy with a mixture of hope and doubt. He sighs and goes back to work, his mind still on the parcel girl.

[myakikijackson]

All Along

You and Coco have another fight. This time over household chores.

Readers 18+ Only

Warnings: Language, tiny mention of sex. Mostly fluff though.

“I can’t believe this man.” You mutter under your breath as you hover over the sink, scrubbing the grease stained pan. Coco, who’s been lounging on the couch as usual just scrolling on his phone like he hasn’t noticed you cleaning. He tears his eye away from his screen just long enough to give you a that look. The look, you know that look, you hate that look. So you give him the look right back.

He sighs. “What?”

“Nothing.” You go back to scrubbing, he goes back to scrolling.

“Nothing, she says.” Coco tells his phone. “Nothing.”

The frustration builds as you wipe down the counter. You’ve been trying to keep calm but it’s hard with the tension that’s been building all week. “Sitting there acting like he don’t fuckin see me. He sees me.” 

“What the fuck [y/n]?” Coco shouts.

“Nothing!” You yell back at him. “Just that I’m doing the dishes. Again. And you can’t even offer to help with the dishes. You can't dry them or wipe down the freaking counter? Nothing. You can’t help just a little bit?”

Coco runs a hand over his face. “I’m tired, [y/n], I had a long fuckin’ day.”

“Oh and you think I didn’t. You think I just sit on my ass all day watching tv and eating bon bons? No. I worked all fuckin day too, my back hurts, my feet hurt, I'm exhausted, but do am I sitting there scrolling on my phone. No, I come home running on fumes. I don’t get to just sit down and ignore everything. No, I gotta cook, gotta do this dishes ‘cause if I don’t they’ll just pile up into Mount Dishmore.”

“I’m not ignoring anything [y/n]. I’ll get to it when I do. You ain’t gotta act like I’m a fuckin’ kid.”

“I’m not treating you like a kid, Coco, but this isn’t the first time you’ve done this, you don’t get to ignore things just because you’re tired. We’re suppose to be in this together.”

Coco stands up, his posture tense.

“So what, you saying I ain’t working hard enough, like ain’t doing sit around here. I work m ass of with the club, the scrapyard to pay the bills round here, to fuckin’ take care of you. I fix your shit ass car when it breaks down nearly every goddamn week, make sure it’s got gas in the tank, your tires ain’t flat, and I check your fuckin oil ‘cause fuck knows you fuckin’ forget to and then who you call when your ass is stranded, me. That’s me. And when shit breaks around here who fixes it? You? Nah. Me. And you can’t do the dishes without bitching at me.”

You stare at him, tears forming in your eyes. You can’t help it, This whole week work has been stressing you out, boiling down to this moment. 

Coco stands there watching you. His chest rising and falling.“Yeah, you ain’t got nothing to day no more do you.” His voice lower. Softer but that’s usually worse than when he’s shouting.

He’s got you there, you’ve got nothing to say to that. So instead you retreat to the bedroom. You’re sitting in bed letting the weight of your argument sink in. Had you really been fair to Coco. Your shitty job and your shitty boss had you stressed out lately and now you wonder how much of that frustration you’d thrown at Coco. The worst part is that you were actually feeling like he didn’t care but his not so gentle reminder of all the things he does for you without ever complaining about it made you feel even worse.

An hour later, he’s there, standing in the doorway to your bedroom. he looks terrible. Guilt all over his face, and it’s your fault he feels that way.

He hesitates, then sits on the edge of the bed, staring at his hands. There’s silence for a long moment before he finally speaks. “I don’t know why you’re still here, [y/n]. I’m not cut out for this. I’m a shit boyfriend.”

“What?” You’ve been frustrated with him, plenty of times but never once had you doubted your love for him.

“I told you from the beginning I was gonna fuck this up. That’s why I kept pushing you away. You deserve someone better than me.”

You scoot  down closer, reaching for him. “Coco...”

“We’ve been fighting, a lot lately. A lot. I’m not… this isn’t working [y/n]. I don’t know how to do this shit right.”

That’s when you lean in and wrap your arms around him, holding him tight, “Coco, it’s normal. Couples fight.”

He scoffs, looks away but you reach down for his hand and give it a squeeze, making him look back at you. “We’re two different people with different sets of views and ideas. We’re gonna fight, and that’s okay.”

You tilt her head to him searching his eyes, “what matters is we work through them together, that we talk and we don’t give up on each other.”

He swallows hard because he was not expecting this. He was expecting you to be tired of him, to be thinking of leaving him, not this, not reassuring him that your fights don’t mean the end, that they mean you care.

“I just feel like I’m not making you happy, like I’m failing as a boyfriend. I don’t know how to be a good boyfriend.”

“Coco, have you been cheating on me?”

His eyes widen.“No!”

“Have you ever hit me?”

His whole body tenses and he looks almost horrified. “Fuck no, never. I’d never put my hands on you.”

“Have you ever disrespected me?”

“No.”

“Uh huh, have you treated me well? Do you take care of me, checking my tires, gas, oil.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you remember my birthday and every single day that’s special to me? To us?”

“Yeah of course I do.”

“When I got that scratchy throat and sniffles and I lost my shit ‘cause I thought I caught the covid, but it turned out to be just allergies, who calmed me down?”

“I did.”

“And when I didn’t want to kiss you because I didn’t want to take any chances and give it to you, when I wanted to self quarantine in the shed, what did you say?”

“I said fuck that shit, if you got covid then we got covid and we’ll quarantine together in the bedroom with you on my dick.”

“Do you love me?”

“Yeah, I love you.”

“So tell me again how you’re a shitty boyfriend.”

Coco sits quietly on the bed. You don’t say anything, just give him a few moments to process your words and you can see it in his eyes, the moment it clicks, when he finally realizes that what he had feared all this time, not being able to be the man you need, he has been all this time.

“And there’s no one in the world I’d rather fight with than you.”

He gives you that crooked smile you love so much. “You’re crazy?”

“Maybe. But you know the what I love about our fights?” You scoot onto his lap. His hands instinctively wrap around your waist.

“What’s that?”

“The makeup sex afterwards.”

“Mmm. Yeah.” Coco pulls you in closer to him. “You like that make up sex huh.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Why don’t you show me how much you like it.”

Your lips are on him before he has a chance to get his on you. You trail kisses along his neck until you get to his favorite spot. You linger there, gently nibbling and suckling when he bucks up against you, you whisper into his ear. “Tonight’s all about you, baby.”

You slide off his body pulling his shorts down with you. You kneel before him, take all of him in your mouth and you show him just how much you love it.