#coco drabbles

[multi-fandom-imagine]

𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗸𝗲𝘆 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 || 𝗛𝗲́𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗥𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮 ||

↳Where Hector Never Drank the Poison

A/n: Love him 👏

Santa Cecilia - Cantina, Late Night

The cantina was dimly lit, the smoky air thick with the scent of spilled tequila and stale cigar smoke. Laughter and music echoed off the wooden walls as Héctor and Ernesto sat at a small, rickety table.

Two glasses of tequila sat between them, one untouched, the other nearly empty. Héctor leaned back in his chair, his eyes bright, his cheeks flushed, a lazy grin spread across his face.

“To family,” Héctor said, raising his glass. “To Y/n. And to Coco.”

Ernesto’s grin was tight, his fingers drumming against the table as his eyes flicked to the second glass — the one still full, the one he had carefully spiked with the poison that would ensure Héctor never made it home.

“To friendship,” Ernesto said, lifting his glass. “To friendship. To success.”

Héctor laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “And to second chances!” Because he was finally going home, going home to you, to his world though Hector squinted, brows knitting together as he watched Ernesto, his hands were too steady, his eyes too focused. A flicker of unease rose in Hector’s chest, but it was quickly drowned by the liquor.

As he moved to set his empty glass down, his hand wobbled, his vision blurring slightly from the tequila already coursing through his veins. His elbow struck the edge of the table, and the untouched glass wobbled, then tipped over.

The poisoned drink spilled across the table, the liquid soaking into the wood and dripping onto the floor.

“Oh no!” Héctor said, his grin widening, a small chuckle escaping him. “Guess that’s my cue, eh?”

Ernesto’s jaw clenched, his eyes darkening as he watched the drink seep into the cracks of the wooden floorboards. “Ah, no worries, amigo,” he said, his voice a little too tight, a little too sharp. “I’ll get us another.”

Héctor stood up, the room spinning slightly beneath his feet. “No, no, no,” he said, waving a hand. “I can’t. Y/n is waiting. Coco’s waiting. I have to go.”

Ernesto’s face fell, his grin strained as he forced out a laugh. “You’re not leaving now, are you? Not when we’re about to celebrate our big break! Just one more drink, Héctor!”

Héctor shook his head, the world swaying around him. “Nah. I have everything I need waiting for me at home.”

Ernesto’s eyes flicked to the door, his jaw tightening. “Just sit down. I’ll get another drink. Stay put.”

Ernesto turned, his fists clenched as he moved toward the bar, his mind racing. He needed another glass, another dose, something to —

But when he returned to the table, the seat was empty.

The wooden chair creaked as it swayed slightly, the empty glass lying on its side.

Ernesto’s eyes widened, his pulse hammering in his chest as he spun around, his gaze darting through the crowd.

“Héctor?”

No response.

Ernesto pushed through the crowd, his breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as he burst through the cantina doors and out into the street.

The moon hung heavy and full in the sky, bathing the empty street in a pale, ghostly light.

“Héctor!” Ernesto shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. “Héctor!”

But the street was empty.

Ernesto ran, his heart slamming against his ribs as he sprinted toward the train station. The whistle echoed through the night, steam billowing from the engine as the train began to pull away.

And then he saw it — the departing train, in one of the last cars, Héctor leaned against the window, his head resting against the glass, a blissful smile on his face.

Ernesto’s breath hitched as his gaze remind on Héctor, on the man he needed.

“Mi amor,” Héctor whispered to the night, eyes fluttering shut. “I’m coming home.”

Ernesto’s steps slowed, his breath heaving as he watched the train disappear down the tracks, the sound of the whistle fading into the night, carrying Hector back to his wife and daughter.

And Ernesto stood alone, the taste of failure bitter on his tongue.

He had lost.

Héctor was going home.

To you.

The soft glow of the lanterns cast warm patterns against the walls as you paced the small living room, fingers twisting together. Coco was asleep in her crib, her tiny chest rising and falling peacefully. But your heart was anything but calm. Part of you wanted to rush out into the night to go after him but you couldn't just abandon your daughter.

The door creaked open, and the scent of tequila and dusty road filled the air.

“Héctor?” you breathed, spinning around.

Héctor stood in the doorway, his figure swaying slightly. His hair was tousled, and his shirt was half-untucked, but his eyes — those deep, loving eyes — were fixed solely on you.

“Mi amor,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion and liquor as he kicked the door shut behind him. “Did I wake you?”

Before you could answer, he was in front of you, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you flush against him. The scent of alcohol lingered on his breath, mingling with the warmth of his skin. Your hands pressed against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your palms.

“You’re drunk,” you whispered, a grin playing on your lips.

Héctor let out a snort as he leaned down, his nose grazing the curve of your cheek. “Maybe,” he murmured, his lips brushing yours. “But all I could think about was you...my beautiful song."

His mouth then met yours, soft and tasting of tequila and salt. The bitterness on his tongue only made you want to taste more, to press deeper, to claim every part of him that had been so close to being lost tonight.

Your hands slipped up to his hair, fingers threading through the dark strands as the kiss deepened, growing more heated, more desperate. Hector’s hands roamed your back, gripping you as if afraid you might disappear.

When you finally pulled back, your breath came in shallow pants. Hector rested his forehead against yours, eyes half-lidded and dark.

“God, I missed you,” he whispered, thumb brushing over your cheek. “I was so close to staying… but all I could see was you. Waiting for me.”

You pressed another kiss to his lips, slower this time, savoring him. “Welcome home, Hector.”

And he sighed against your mouth, his arms tightening around you as if he never planned to let go.

Because he was finally home, and no fame, no amount of money could ever replace this, replace you.

His love, his life, his song.

[tohruies]

it smells of marshmallows and talcum powder and sugared milk in this part of the store. faintly sweet, in the way babies usually are. and it’s warm, pale starlight through the windows catching on the soft pastels of hanging onesies and plush animals with button eyes, the lull of a music-box from the next aisle down—it all makes your little heart beat a little harder.

you hold up a tiny dandelion-yellow dress to karasu’s hand, marvelling at how it’s no larger than the size of his open palm. “this one’s so cute.” you giggle, bite back a silly, lovestruck smile.

“yeah, it is,” and you realise with the way he gazes at you what it is that he truly finds cute. when he leans in just close enough for you to feel his breath on your cheek, reaching past you to place the dress at the top of your near-overflowing cart. “think we’re goin’ a bit overboard?”

“but it’s for the donation drive!” you place your hand on your boyfriend’s arm, shyly making some distance between the two of you.

even after all of this, you still fluster as though it’s your first time.

“mhm.” he follows in tow as you continue down the aisle, his arm reaching blindly for the nearest plushie. “and you sure yer not tryna send me some kinda subliminal message?” 

he reaches out to nuzzle it against your nose and grins, slow, amused, when he recognises the stuffed animal in his hold, “think our baby would like reindeers?”

“our baby?!”

karasu breaks out into a peal of laughter at your bashful response—lips spread wide and eyes squinted shut, in a way that hides his beauty mark beneath his lashes. “what—can’t a man dream a little?” he continues, a little quieter this time, almost offhand, “you’d make a good mom, anyway.”

it’s tucked beneath his teasing; the warmth, the tender ache. he’d always been somewhat afraid of his own heart, but these days, with you, he finds himself reaching for gentleness without a second thought.

your throat tightens and the world in front of you turns glassy. so you do what you do best and smile—lopsided, sincere, cradling that overwhelmed type of joy you feel when you’re with him.

the reindeer stays in your cart.

it’s world health day today!!!!!!! 🍼🧸 the campaign for 2025 is maternal and newborn health—this is how i think karasu and myself would celebrate, if it’s okies to share hehe >v<

[bridgyrose]

Ruby panted and looked at the score, pained to see that Coco still managed to destroy more targets than she did without using her minigun. Not that she was surprised by it with how distracted she’d been. “Okay, you win.” 

“Great,” Coco said as she put her purse down. “Now talk. I’ve seen what you can handle and that… that wasnt you out there.” 

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Ruby answered as she folded up her scythe and sat down. “Its not love, its just a distraction. Maybe I’ve spent too much time with them.” 

Coco shook her head and moved to sit down near Ruby. “Sounds like love to me.” 

“I dont love.” 

“Love’s complicated. Take it from someone who’s been trying to figure out what Velvet means to me.” 

Ruby went quiet as she tried to think about what Coco had told her, though none of it made sense to her. Love was a word that eluded her, a feeling that she never really felt except for those she considered family. She was certain she loved Yang, her dad, and Uncle Qrow, but Weiss and Blake… what she felt wasnt the same for them. Just like the boys she was supposed to have a crush on at Signal, or like how Jaune talked about Pyrrha. 

“I… I really dont think its love,” she said quietly. “I want to keep them close to me, it feels good to hear their opinions, my heart races when I see them or even think about them in a way that it’s never raced for anyone else. But at the same time, I dont want to do the same things with them that others want to do when they describe love. When Jaune talks about Pyrrha, he talks about how he wants to hold her, kiss her, maybe have a life with her. And when I see Weiss and Blake, I dont want any of that. I only want-” 

“-to see them happy and to be in their life?” Coco asked. 

“How did you know that?” 

“Its the same way for me with Velvet. I’ve known her for years, went to Pharos with her and silently kept my distance while wanting to be near her. And as much as others teased me about it, it was never about romance. It was about seeing the smile on her face when she was happy, being able to be friends with her, being close. Love doenst have to be romantic, it can be whatever that means to you.” 

“And how did you figure that out?” 

Coco shrugged and got up. “Never really figured it out completely. But, I did finally talk to her about it. I’m not saying you have to talk to Weiss and Blake, but you cant keep avoiding them either. Especially if all its going to do is distract you.” 

Ruby nodded and watched Coco walk off, then looked at the targets again. It was still easier to shoot and practice than to try to talk to her teammates, though Coco wasnt wrong that it kept her from being herself. She slowly picked herself up and pulled out her scroll as she texted Blake and Weiss, her fingers shaking with each press of a key. 

“Meet me in the library, I need to talk to you both.” 

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[fanfictionsweetheart]

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.”

[imagineredwood]

6. Strawberries 🍓

Summary: Just because you and Coco broke up, doesn’t mean you won’t have a Valentine. You son will make sure of that.

Pairing: Coco Cruz x female ex reader

Warnings: angst if you squint but also comfort, co parenting, breakup

Word count: 937

A/n: Dont know what it is about this trope but it just gets my feet kicking every time 😭 Took inspo from that fic I wrote a while ago about Coco and the readers son telling coco that mommy has a new ‘friend’ but made this one less toxic lol

Coco smiled as he watched his son messily spray the cool whip on top of his pancake, turning to face his dad with a proud smile.

“Look! Can you see it?”

Coco glanced down at the pancake, the cool whip placed in squiggles across the top.

“I can.”

“What is it??”

His son grinned wide, waiting for his dad to compliment his art, but Coco awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, not knowing what the hell it was supposed to be.

“It’s a…smile face?”

The boy’s smile faded some as he looked down at his pancake before looking back at Coco with confusion.

“No, it’s a sailboat.”

Coco nodded enthusiastically, his smile bright.

“Ah. I see it now. It’s beautiful, Mijo.”

The child’s grin returned again, too young to dwell on the face that Coco didn’t see a sailboat anywhere on that pancake. His focus was on something else now as he bounced on his feet, eyes pleading up at his father.

“Can I have strawberries too?”

Coco winced, knowing he didn’t have any in the fridge. He barely ever bought produce if he was being honest. He was getting into the habit of buying more veggies now that you had been leaving your son over for the weekends more recently. He had a bag of frozen mixed vegetables and a half empty carton of blueberries that would be shriveling up any day now, but no strawberries.

“Sorry, kid. I don’t have any. I have blueberries though.”

He shrugged, smile still on his face.

“That’s ok. Blueberries are good too.”

Coco released the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and went into the fridge to grab the berries.

“We can go shopping and get some once we finish eating. That sound ok?”

His son smiled and agreed, throwing in his own request.

“Yeah, and then we can get mommy a little teddy for Valentine’s Day! It’s tomorrow I think.”

Coco laughed and nodded, digging into his own pancake as he looked at his boy.

“It is, you’re right. You want to get mommy a teddy? What color?”

The carbon copy of Coco tilted his head back and forth as he chewed and thought.

“A white one. With a pink heart that says I love you.”

Coco smiled, knowing that your son loved you more than he loved anything else on the planet.

“I think that sounds great.”

“Me too. She doesn’t have a Valentine this year so I think that would make her happy.”

The light and fun energy dipped as a pang hit Coco’s chest. He didn’t let his son notice though, forcing his smile to stay right where it was. It was true. You hadn’t been with anyone since the split. Your focus had been on your son and work, no time for dating, at least that was what you had said. Valentine’s Day had always been one of your favorites and while it hadn’t really been Coco’s thing, he had indulged you every single one of the 6 years the two of you had been together. Your split had happened around 10 months ago now and while things were cordial and friendly, your interactions not regarding your son had been kept to a minimum. This would be the first time in years that you wouldn’t have a valentine and Coco was sure you wouldn’t be celebrating it seeing as you would be alone, this week Coco’s week. He decided then that he wouldn’t allow it and patted his hand gently on the counter.

“Hurry and finish up, then we’ll go to the store and buy a bunch of stuff for mommy, ok? We’ll surprise her tomorrow.”

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Your brows furrowed as you heard the knock on your door. It was around noon, and you weren’t expecting anyone. You picked up your phone and touched the screen, no missed calls or texts. A soft knock sounded again, and you stood, wearily going to the door and pulling it open. Your apprehension evaporated as you saw the boys there hand in hand, a bouquet of red roses in Coco’s empty hand, a fluffy white teddy bear in your son’s. Your smile was ear to ear as you bent down, your son letting go of Coco’s hand to hug you tightly.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Mommy!”

You laughed tearfully and hugged him to your chest tight.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby boy.”

You stood back up and took the bear as he held it up to you excitedly.

“Here! This is from me!”

You clutched the bear to your chest and pet it’s soft fur.

“I love it very much. Thank you.”

Eyes locking with Coco’s, he cleared his throat and held out the roses to you.

“And these are from me.”

You could feel yourself swoon, heart aching in your chest, Coco’s doing the same. You took the roses from his hand and held them to your nose, taking a deep breath.  

“Thank you. They’re beautiful.”

For a moment, it was as if it was only the two of you there, eyes locked, longing and sorrowful. The breakup had been mutual, for the sake of safety, but that didn’t mean it was any easier to live with. Pushing the door open, you invited them both in, Coco carrying a grocery bag as well that your son quickly grabbed and shoved towards you excitedly.

“We also got strawberries! Daddy said we could make pancakes again but with strawberries this time.”

You grinned and happily took the carton of strawberries, not bothering to mention that you already had one in the fridge. These were a thousand times better already.”

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[cozy-writer]

 • Johnny 'Coco' Cruz  • Let me take care of you  •

Summary: You take care of Coco after he comes back home hurt.

Wordcount: 500+

Masterlist

It was a rainy night when you were waiting for Coco to come home to you. He’d been gone on a mission with the Mayans for a couple days now, but had called to let you know he was on his way over. You kept yourself busy by watching TV and cooking dinner, but after that was done, you silently paced the room waiting for him to come home. He hadn’t said anything about being hurt, but you just knew something must be aching. 

You heard the familiar sound of a bike revving and you walked over to the front door to open it. It was dark out, so you had a hard time seeing what he looked out. You waited impatiently in the doorframe for him to come to you. 

Right as he reached you, you opened your arms for him, giving him a soft kiss on the lips. You pulled back way too soon for his liking, but you needed to check him over. He had a gash above his right eyebrow and his eye was dark and purple, his chin had a scrape on it and blood was trickling from a cut on his lip. 

“What happened?” You asked concerned, walking him into your shared house. “Just ran into some trouble.” “Trouble seems to find you anywhere you go.” You sighed. He only shrugged his shoulders. You took a hold of his hand and dragged him to the bathroom, where you made him sit on the toilet. You rummaged through your cabinet and pulled out some gauze and peroxide. 

“Oh not that shit again.” “If you can handle getting hurt, you can handle this.” You assured. You put some of the peroxide on the gauze and pressed the dressing on the gash above his eyebrow, holding Coco’s face with your other hand to keep him from moving away. He hissed loudly at the contact and tried to run from your hands. “Coco, seriously?” You complained. “Sorry, ma. It just stings.” “It’ll be over in a second, besides we do not want those cuts to get infected.” 

He let you take his face in your hands again, while his own roamed over your butt. You looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “What? This is my support while you cause me more pain.” You rolled your eyes, he was being so dramatic. “Just let me take care of you.” “I know a way you could take care of me.” He suggested. You shook your head laughing. “Only you would think about sex after getting beat up.” “What? this?” He said, pointing to his face. “That’s nothing.” 

He pulled at your legs so you sat down on his lap, straddling him. You tried to keep his head upright so you could treat his wounds, but his lips had already found their way to your neck, where he sucked softly. “Coco.” You sighed again. “Forget about that,” He said, motioning at the gauze still in your hands. “And let’s have some fun.” 

He stood up, his hands under your ass to carry you away. His lips caught yours as he walked, which then ended up with your back being pressed against different surfaces as he made his way to the bedroom. Finally, he dropped you on the bed and crawled over you, hand roaming over your body. So much for taking care of him.

[hatersaremymotivators]

Okay so I'm going to start writing fanfiction. I will write for the following:

Sons of anarchy:

Jax

Opie

Tig

Chibs

Happy

Half-Sack

Juice

Kozik

RatBoy

Mayans MC:

Angel Reyes

EZ Reyes

Gilly

Coco

Creeper

Bottles

Guero

Manny

Bishop

Yellowstone:

Kayce Dutton

Rip Wheeler

Ryan

Walker

For any other requests feel free to send an ask or dm and I can do my best to get it written for you.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Trapped

Epilogue for Sweet Treats AU: by character | chronological | epilogues

Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as your chance to scroll by.

Please let me know what you think.

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“You’re funny,” Nick taunts as he pins you to the bed. His hands are firm around your wrists as you writhe beneath him, “I can see why he liked you.” Your eyes flare and you bare your teeth, “you know who I mean.”

“I fucking know,” you snap as you squirm, straddled firmly against the lumpy mattress.

“Gonna get a fine buck for you all… once we’ve had our fun,” he smirks as he bends over you, “and I know you’re a whole lot of fun, aren’t you, Coco Bean?”

“You’re disgusting–”

“Ah come on. I know you’re dying for something new. How long were you riding one dick?”

“Fuck off–”

“You got a dirty mouth.”

“Ugh,” your arms shake as you try to pull your wrists free, “get–”

“This doesn’t have to be hard,” he grits as his breath fans over your face, “I can be nice if you can.”

“You think you’re worse than him? You think I’m afraid of you?” You snarl.

“No, I don’t, and I like that about you,” he winks as he sits up. “Fine with me,” he slides back as he grabs the top of your jeans, “more fun when you fight.”

You swing your arm at him and he quickly bats your hand back. You try to sit up and his knuckles flash across your cheek, sending you flat. Your cheekbone thrums but you know he could’ve done a lot worse.

“That’s a warning,” he warns as he pulls down your jeans.

He jerks your body as he strips the denim off you. You grunt but quiet as you hear a whine through the wall. Birdy’s squeaky sobs cut through the wood. Nick chuckles as he rips your panties down your legs.

“Hear that? Pathetic. We both know you’re stronger than her. You’re gonna bite down and take it, aren’t you?”

As he gets your ankle free, you fling your foot out, hitting his shoulder. He growls and grabs your leg, dragging you closer. He tuts as you struggle with him. He flips you over and plants his hand between your shoulder blades, holding you flat.

You writhe, clutching at the naked bed, trying to get any sort of bearing on the lumpy cushion. He pushes your legs wide with his knee, leaning his weight onto you as he bends over you. He nuzzles the back of your head as his knuckles tickles your ass while he fights with his fly.

"I figured you were a fighter," he growls above your crown, "don't get this far without–"

You throw your head back and hit his chin with your skull. His teeth snap shut as he grunts and moves his hand to the back of your neck. He holds himself above you as he swallows loudly.

"Fucking bitch," he sneers and spits onto the mattress, a bloody glob next to you. "I won't feel so bad now."

He lowers himself slowly, angling along your thighs, teasing you with his tipm he glides up and down your folds, taunting as he prods, only to pull back when he feels you clenching. He squeezes your neck harshly until you whimper.

"You don't gotta feel bad either, baby," he purrs as he pushes against your entrance, entering you little by little, "I forgot to tell you–" he exhales as he bulls his way in, jerking you slightly as he stretches you hotly, "hubby's got a new girl…" he inches further in and slips his hand down, snaking his thick arm around your neck, "she's cute but she's not you."

You close your eyes as he slams to his limit. You bite down, hanging your head over his forearm as he starts to thrust.

You swallow down your helpless squeaks and dig your nails into the mattress, feeling just as bad for the stranger in your husband's grasp as yourself. Worse for Birdy and her wailing sobs coming through the wall and for Candy’s sudden angry roar. You can hardly feel Nick's callous intrusion past the pit of dread in your stomach. You can't escape men like these. The world is littered with them, and there will always be another waiting to crush you under their thumb.

[tinyshyteacup]

[hotdamnitsmoony]

remus lupin’s favourite cereal would be coco pops. this is a hill i’m willing to die on.

[knuckleheadsandtails]

Shadow's Coffee love

Drabble Prompt: Warm

He loves coffee. Gerald would give him a sip of his own during lab sessions as a treat after Shadow stole a sip one day and very much liked what he tasted. Shadow tried explaining to Maria, who didn't like coffee at all, that it made him feel warm and liked the strong intense taste. 

Now he loves hot chocolate, Stone had been hesitant to give Shadow coffee so had made him a dark chocolate coffee flavoured hot coco instead. So now, if he can't sleep or wakes up from a nightmare he loves curling up on the sofa with a hot cup of coco.

All drabble and HC are free to use in fics/Art! Just tag/@ me so I can read/see them!

[bridgyrose]

“I do not want to die.”

It was a simple declaration that ran through Penny’s mind while the world slowed down as she felt Cinder’s claws pierce into her. The pain that ran through her was more than she could ever imagine even after Cinder’s claws were pulled away, the blood that had dripped out almost boiling from the heat that seared her wounds closed. Every breath felt like it’d be her last as the air burned her throat. 

“We have to get her out of here!” Jaune yelled out. “She needs help!” 

“I’ll hold Cinder off for you!” Weiss yelled back. 

Weiss’s and Jaune’s voices sounded distant as Penny struggled to keep herself conscious. She felt Jaune pick her up, her body nearly limp as she was dragged towards the door at the end of the bridge. Her aura felt strengthened as she caught Jaune’s hand glowing trying to heal her. 

“I-its… its too late for me…. I cant… I cant be saved…” she struggled to say, words slurring together and taking more energy than she had to say. “L-let… let me… die.” 

Jaune shook his head and continued towards the doorway at the end of the bridge. “I’m not leaving you behind. Its not what Ruby would want.” 

It wasnt what Penny had wanted either, but it was the only way she could see her friends making it out. If she could give her powers to Winter, she could save Weiss and Jaune so they wouldnt have to suffer the same fate. 

And then she could join Ruby.

Instead, she felt herself being pushed through the portal as she heard Jaune curse behind her, hands hitting warm sand. Her body wouldnt move as she listened to the voices of those around worry about the grimm just outside the sandstorm while gunshots from the huntsman who could still fight sounded off around her. Penny’s eyes closed just as she heard the portal behind her disappear, ready to accept death as the gunshots around her drew closer. 

Her eyes finally started to drift open as she felt a cool breeze across her arms. It took a bit for her vision to clear up enough to see the ceiling above her as she tried to get her bearings. Penny tried to sit up and winced as she felt pain in her chest before she saw the bandages wrapped around her. She turned her head to see Nora, Ren, Emerald, and Oscar sleeping next to her bed. Her heart sank when she didnt see Ruby, though the memories stayed fresh in her mind. She was too slow to save Ruby when she was hit with that fireball that knocked her off the edge, Blake’s ribbon had slipped right through her fingers and she could still hear Ruby’s scream as she fell into the void. 

Penny flinched as she felt Nora grip her arm. 

“You’re awake,” Nora said quietly, her voice strained as if she had been crying before she fell asleep. Though, what was most noticeable was the lack of a smile on her face. Just sullen eyes and the stains from tears. “I’m… glad you’re awake.” 

Penny hadnt noticed her own eyes glowing with flames or the sound of the wind picking up outside, only the calm that came as she reigned in her powers. She laid back down and tried to calm herself as she felt a few tears start to roll down her cheeks. “Where is Jaune? A-and Weiss?” 

“That’s… actually something we wanted to ask you. What happened to Jaune and to the others.” 

That was a question that she didnt entirely know herself. Ruby, Blake, and Yang were probably dead, along with Neo since they fell, but Weiss and Jaune… Maybe she had heard a scream from Weiss just before it quieted but she couldnt be sure. Jaune would’ve pushed her through the portal, but if he did, then why didnt he follow? Why wasnt he here by her side? 

The answer was obvious, but she didnt want to admit that he. , her friends, Ruby, were gone. And yet, she couldnt hold back the tears. Losing everyone who cared about her, who gave up everything to make sure she was safe… the only thing left of them were the memories that she carried. 

Nora let out a soft sigh as she carefully hugged Penny. “I’m sorry.” 

Penny couldnt help but sob into Nora, wrapping her arms around her. Words she had wanted to say would be left unspoken, her heart felt like it was breaking. The pain she felt was unlike anything she had felt. It hurt more than Cinder’s claws burning into her and much differently from how Watt’s virus pained her. 

A pain that she knew she wouldnt ever heal from. 

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Months had passed and Penny stood over the memorial of those who had fallen, her hand moving over the names of each of her friends. Winter. Weiss. Jaune. Yang. Blake. Her fingers lingered against Ruby’s name as a few tears rolled down her cheeks, the pain in her heart still hadnt healed from losing the woman she had loved. 

A quiet sigh left her lips as she heard the grimm sirens go off once more. After all this time, the grimm still wouldnt quit while they were drawn to the squabbles of the refugees and the Vacuoans. Her eyes lit in flames as she took to the sky towards the grimm. The busier she kept herself, the more she could ignore the pain that ate at her heart. 

Penny landed near the grimm and used her maiden powers to manifest a scythe like Ruby’s. The cloak she wore fluttered in the wind as it grew stronger and she rushed at the grimm. The ravagers in the air swiped at her, cutting her flesh with their claws just before they were torn to shreds by the scythe and the winds that circled around her. As the last of the grimm fell, she let her scythe disappear as the winds calmed. 

Nora rushed over with Velvet and Coco, stopping when she saw Penny. “I guess you beat us here again.” 

“The grimm needed to be dealt with,” Penny said quietly as she walked back to the town. She ignored the way her cuts stung in the wind, almost used to the pain. “They could not wait.” 

“You should let us help,” Velvet said as she eyed the scars that littered Penny’s arm. 

Coco nodded. “Keeping this up is only going to get you killed.” 

Penny stopped in her steps as she thought about it, and yet, it didnt matter to her. The pain of her heart felt worse than anything else the grimm could do to her. She quietly started to walk off again, ready for the next grimm attack. It didnt matter how many grimm she fought or even if she were to fall against them. She would give her life to defend Remnant the same way Ruby did, even if it meant joining her in death.

[mistressofherdomain]

Drabble Challenge 2025 Day 10 Prompt: Serenade

Lucy left the Civil Corp office, heading back to her workshop.  As she neared the train tracks, her eyes snagged on the two shadows slicing lazy figures in the air.  Despite the sun, she knew immediately who they were and a small smile crossed her face.

The figures dove towards the ground and disappeared from sight.  A soft warbling sound reached her ears as she turned the corner, approaching the boxwood tree on the left side of the tracks.

Searching the tree, she spotted them, snuggled together.  X serenading softly to Coco as the owl gazed adoringly at the raven.

[softstarsabove]

Sunday would hold me so close and give me so many kisses..

[enluv]

Wonbin + lovestruck

wonbin + lovestruck - my pretty boy 😞 thank you nonnie!

dimly lit walls are the first thing wonbin sees when he opens his eyes. his first thoughts are to panic, not knowing where he is or how he got here, but then he hears it. the soft sound of your hums echoing in his ear and just like that his body relaxes instantly.

the boys always tease him about how quick he is to switch moods when you’re around, they all know (him included) how much he values you. you’re just so perfect in his eyes, truly the definition of soulmate to him. he’s convinced he’d never find anyone like you even if he gave up everything to try. you’re just one of those people he thinks are one of a kind.

he watches as you tap your fingers along his desk, lip in hand as you bite at the tip of it. you’re nervous, the look of worry on your face gives it away quickly, or maybe it’s just him. wonbin knows you all too well.

with a faint voice he’s calling your name. he watches attentively as the tears in your eyes come back up and he knows you’re overwhelmed. so he calls you over, pulling you down on the bed and into his side, even as you protest spewing about how you need to finish your work he shushes you. he rests your head against his shoulder and hums you to sleep, it’s not just him who needs a break, you do too.

[cozy-writer]

Summary: Coco doesn't realize you are hurting until it ends with you both fighting.

Wordcount: 900+

Masterlist

You huffed loudly as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You had agreed to a club get together two weeks ago, but now that you and Coco were fighting, you dreaded spending time at the clubhouse, knowing that the guys would try and figure out what was going on between the two of you. 

You met Coco when you were stranded on the side of the road in your rental car. He helped change your tire and asked you out on a date. You were still in Santo Padre for a couple of days and decided you would take the risk. If the date didn’t go as planned you would be gone by the end of the week, to never see him again.

That was a year and a half ago and now you had moved in with Coco about 4 weeks ago. At first you loved it. The two of you had done long distance for so long that being together forever was heaven, but then it seemed like he didn’t care that much and you felt used more than anything. 

“You ready to go?” Coco said as his face appeared in the bedroom doorway. 

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” You muttered. He looked you up and down appreciatively and was about to make a comment when he saw the sour look on your face. He turned around and left the room. You looked yourself in the eyes and mumbled, “You got this.” 

You stepped out into the warm breeze and cherished the sun shining down on your face. Coco handed you your helmet and you put it on, then moved to sit behind him on the bike. During the ride to the clubhouse your hands barely gripped Coco's waist, you knew it was petty, but you were so tired of his shit. So once you made it to the junkyard you quickly jumped off the back of his bike and walked over to Stephanie, who already knew what was bothering you. 

The two of you had talked a lot the last couple of days. She was the only person you could see becoming a friend of yours. 

“You two still haven’t made up?” She asked as you got close.

“I don’t think he even knows why I am mad at him.” You hissed. 

“Oh come on,” She groaned. “He still hasn’t figured it out?” You raised an eyebrow at her and shook your head. “Nope.” 

The rest of the night you stayed far away from Coco and the Reyes brothers seemed to have noticed it, too, because when you weren’t looking for a minute the boys cornered you. 

“So, what did he do?” Ez asked. You looked at them confused. 

“Coco.” Angel elaborated. You sighed. 

“He clearly did something that upset you. Normally you guys can’t keep your hands off each other.” Angel said. 

“That’s something between me and Coco.” You commented. 

“Well, figure it out, our boy is looking sad over there.” Ez said as he pointed to where Coco sat at a table, the guys laughing with each other while he sat unmoving, looking into the void, silently sipping a beer. 

You blew a raspberry. “I’ll go talk to him.” Angel clasped a hand on your shoulder and sent you in the direction of Coco. You dragged your feet as you moved towards your boyfriend, dreading the conversation you were about to have. 

“Coco?” You started. His eyes found yours and he sat up straight. “Can we talk?” He sat his beer down on the table and stood to follow you outside. You hoped it would give the two of you some privacy but you were still surrounded by club members. 

“Can you just please tell me what I did wrong?” You sighed once again.

“How do you not notice these things?” 

“Y/N, I really don’t know what I did.” 

“I moved heaven and earth to be with you. I have no family here. No friends!” Your voice rose over the chatter of the club members. “I had to figure all of it out on my own, because you couldn’t care enough to help me out. And now that I asked you to help me find a therapist who is covered by my insurance, you just simply tell me you can’t be bothered.” You let out a big breath of air and your heads were shaking. You steadied them by forming them into fists. 

“Why do you need a shrink, you’ve got me to talk to?” 

“That’s not the same!” You and Stephanie yelled at the same time. You turned towards her and thanked her with a simple nod of the head. “I have to deal with losing my life and you know I struggle with depression. I need someone to talk to. Someone other than you.” 

“I didn’t realize this was so important to you.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry, mi vida. I’ll start looking tomorrow morning.” 

“Why couldn’t you be so forthcoming when I first asked you?” Coco walked towards you, pulling you into his arms. 

“I’m sorry, mi amor. I’ll try to listen more and help you out whenever you ask. But you need to learn to communicate. This whole thing could have been prevented if you just talked.” You nodded your head slowly. 

“You’re right. I’m sorry, too.” He smiled at you and bent down to kiss you, his arms encircling your body. 

“Now, do I get to take you home?” He asked, winking at you. A shy smile spread across your lips and you nodded at him. “I would like that.”