#manny x ofc

[kilojulietsierra]

Where He Belongs (Manny x wife!ofc)

Manny is about the only reason I'm still watching Mayans right not ngl, Been working on this one since Episode 2 and I think it's finally ready! Manny is missing his girl (wife w/ no name - can be read as reader) and then he finally gets to go home.

Warnings - PWP, 18+ only content, smut, phone sex, sexting, dirty talk, happily married Manny, dirty talk, long distance relationship, mention and discussion of past & future pregnancy, glimpse of Dad!Manny, happy family

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If he was honest, Manny was already sick of this place, sick of this bullshit, and most of all sick of this fucking hotel. Tonight he could not bring himself to go inside right away. While his brothers filtered off to their rooms Manny sat, still straddling his bike. He watched them all disappear behind their respective doors and took a moment to sit in silence.

Instead of going inside himself Manny stood up and stretched, pulling his phone from the front pocket of his jeans before settling back on the bike. This time facing backwards, laying back over the gas tank as he pullsed up a number and hit dial. The FaceTime dial tone reverberated through the deserted parking lot while he pateintly waited.

Finally she picked up, the screen mostly dark and he can see her eyes are shut tight against the glare of the backlight, "Emanuel? Todo bien?"

Just seeing her face made him smile, "Yeah mama, estoy bien. Just missin' my girls. Sorry I woke you up."

"S'okay. How are things there?" She kept her eyes shut and shuffled around in the blankets a bit.

"A god damned clusterfuck." Manny scrubbed a hand over his face, not wanting to think about it. "C'mon mama quit squintin', wanna see those beautiful eyes."

She cracked one eye open, "Nuh uh, too bright." and clamped them shut again.

Manny chuckles, "Want me to let you go back to sleep?" He wasn't ready to let her go yet.

"No, not yet." She smiled sheepishly, half her face burrowed in the pilow.

With a smile and a nod Manny gets comfortable, holding the phone above him as he slouched further back over the bike. "How's mi Bella?"

"Good. Misses her papa. She found some of your old soccer stuff while we were cleaning out the spare room."

"Babe…I told you I'd handle that when I get back…"

"Si… pero cuando? Hmm?" She cracked her eyes open just enough to glare at him, only just teasing.

He sucked his teeth and clutched his free hand to his chest, "Ugh, mi corazon, you're killin' me."

His wife smiled, "She wants to join the youth league this year."

"FInally!" Manny couldn't stop smiling, he'd waited for years for his little girl to show some interest. "You got enough cash for the fees? Or you need me to have one of the boys set you up till I get home?"

"Oh no need. She spent all day yesterday watching game clips on Youtube with Abuelo. He insisted. Setting her up with gear and everything."

"My lil hustler."

"Mhmm, you shoud be proud."

"Always am." His smile softened a little, "How 'bout you mama? How are you?"

"I'm good, tired, work's been crazy and we've all been taking turns helping Marie out. Between the doctors visits and everything… it's been a lot. I took her to get groceries today… with Canche being in and out dealing with Santo Padre…I hate seeing her like this y'know." She was awake enough now to open her eyes some.

Manny could see how tired and emotional she was. "Baby…I'm sorry. I know this shit is fucked up but, I'm proud of you for holding things down and looking out for Marie. Don't know what I'd do without you."

She let her eyes close again. "Try not to think about it." With a smile she added, "Just promise you're bustin' your ass to get home."

He licked his lips and chuckled, "Believe that. Whatever it takes."

There was a long pause in the conversation then where she laid with her eyes closed and Manny just looked at her.

Eventually she smiled and hid her face in the pillow, without opening her eyes she said, "Quit starin'."

He smiled too, "Never." He moved, trying to get comfortable where he laid across his bike, "Killin' me knowin you're there at home in that big, empty bed without me and I'm 'bout to have to go share that room with Gordo's nasty fuckin' ass."

With one eye cracked open and a mischevious grin she asked, "So which one of you is the big spoon and which is the little spoon?"

"Ohhh, so mama thinks she's got jokes now huh?" Manny sat upright, one foot on the ground and the other crossed over the back fender, "Better be careful or I'll come back there and sort that attitude out for you real quick."

"God, that sounds so good right now." His wife smiled, eyes closed, and even in the bad light of the cell phone the little bit of a blush was obvious.

Manny bit his bottom lip and hummed, "Don't tease me baby…"

"You started it." She smiled wider, even giggled a little.

"Mhmm." He nodded, licking his lip, "Wish I was there so I could finish it too." They fell into a comfortable silence for awhile, both smiling, until finally Manny saw her eyes getting heavy again and he started to feel guilty. "I could sit out here and stare at you all night…" Her eyes cracked open again for a split second and he continued, "But I better let you go back to sleep."

She made a sound that was meant to be disagreement, but her eyes barely cracked open.

"Ima let you go back to sleep mama. Besa mi Bella por me, yeah?"

Eyes fighting to stay open she nodded, "Por supuesto."

"Buenas noches mi amor, te quiero mucho."

"Yo tambien papi, te quiero."

Her smile was soft and sweet and he did his best to memorize it before ending the call.

Manny loved his club, and he really did believe in the healing and the future of it… but at night, when the club shit was done, all he wanted was to be home with his girls.

~~~

Gordo's lazy ass was still snoring in the other bed when Manny got up to take a shower the next morning.

He was just about to turn the shower on when he heard his phone ding out by his bed. Scrubbing sleep from his eyes he shuffled back out to grab it, smiling when he saw the message notification from 'Mama'.

He swiped it open and actually felt all the blood rush from his head to his cock.

Quickly he glanced over his shoulder to make sure his roommate was still asleep then took his phone to the bathroom with him.

He shut and locked the door as quiet as he could and turned the hot water on only to lean against the counter and readjust himself through his shorts. "What you doin' to me ma..." He whispered to himself as he opened the video and groaned.

The text said, 'Woke up horny, is it okay if I play with myself papi?' She was only asking to fuck with his head, obviously, because the video attached very clearly showed her naked in their bed, blankets pushed down to her thighs and her hand moving between her legs.

Manny almost called her, but took her lead instead and replied, 'only if you're thinkin bout me while you do' He watched the text swtich from delivered to read and then the three little dots pop up.

'show me somethin' to think about...'

He groaned again and shook his head, laughing a little at himself as he opened the camera on his phone and posed in the mirror. Lip between his teeth, eyes half closed, muscles flexed, one hand gripping his cock through his shorts.

He palmed himself idly as he sent the picture and waited.

'Sexy as always. But i sent you a video...'

Manny rolled his eyes even as his grip on his cock tightened. He texted back, 'anything you want mama' and then trying not to feel silly opened the camera again.

This time he pushed his shorts down low on his hips and pulled his cock free. Turning to the side he began to stroke himself. Slow at first, long steady teasing strokes base to tip, then he sped up keeping a steady rhythm before truly jerking himself hard and fast. After a minute he stopped, chest heaving slightly and his eyes dark, and stretched his fingers to gather his balls and squeeze them in the same hand as he squeezed the base of his cock. The length of it sticking straight out. He gave it a couple shakes this way, his cock bobbing up and down and his balls rolling slightly in his grip.

He sent the video without watching it and waited, continuing to stroke himself.

A minute later she texted back, 'God I miss your cock papi, tell me where you wanna put it."

Manny felt a bolt of electricity roll down his spine to the base of his cock and he squeezed himself tighter, stroking a littler harder. 'Your pussy where it belongs! or your hand, your mouth, your tight little ass' He hit send but immediately started typing again, 'i'm gonna get in the shower and think about you on your knees though, think about tapping the end of this dick against your tongue, about your hand playing with me while you lick and suck on my balls. I'm gonna think about how good it feels when you gag on it, get it nice and sloppy' he hit send again taking a deep breath and stilling his right hand.

He could see the three little dots pop up but he hurried and typed one more message, fighting the urge to stroke himself. 'Then when I'm about to come I'm gonna imagine you bent over under the shower while i fuck you as hard as i can until we both cum'

Her three dots disappeared, reappeared and then disappeared again.

Finally a message came through, 'feel much better now, thank you! Love you, miss you, can't wait to have you and that dick home where you belong' with a winky face and a kissy face. He was almost annoyed until another text came through, this one a video, and he smiled.

He dropped his shorts to the floor, made sure the door was locked and took his phone into the shower with him.

~~~

She had just finished putting away the groceries when the sound of a motorcycle stopped her in her tracks.

Once upon a time the sound would have only been welcome, but now their world had changed. She listened closely as the bike pulled into the driveway and shut off. She was two steps down the hallway towards the gunbox in the bedroom when the front door opened.

"Hey mama."

She turned around slowly, her brain taking a moment to register who was standing in the doorway. As soon as she saw, was certain her mind wasn't playing tricks on her, she ran across the living room and jumped into Manny's arms.

"Manny! What are you doing here?" She all but squealed as she wrapped heself around him.

He took her easily, hoisting her up by her thighs and smiling as her legs wrapped around his waist. Her arms circled his neck and they were kissing before he even had a chance to answer. They were still standing by the front door and they couldn't pull apart for longer than a breath or two.

"I can't believe you're here." She whispered against his lips.

"Might have got in a little trouble," He brushed his lips over hers, "Canche told me time to come home." He kissed her again. "Didn't stick around to argue." Manny held her closer and kissed her again.

She sighed loudly as his grip tightend, "What kind of trouble exactly?"

Manny took a deep breath and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, "Me and a couple of the Santo Padre boys, supposed to be takin' a guy across, put him down instead."

"Man-ny," She groaned disapprovingly.

"I know baby, I know." He dropped quick kiss on her lips and started walking further into the house, "But listen," He sucked at the hollow of her throat, "I'm home now yeah?" He nipped at her collar bone.

"Mhmm…" She scratched her nails over the back of his neck.

He carried her across the living room and into the hallway, "Tell me how bad you missed me mami." He nudged open the door to their room and carried her inside.

With a smile she tapped his shoulder twice and he obediently set her down. She grabbed hold of his kutte and pulled him down to her, "Missed you so much." She kissed him again, long and slow. "How bad did you miss me?"

Manny kissed her with a smile and stepped them both closer to the bed. "Get on the bed and I'll show you how bad I missed you."

Her fingers were on the buttons of his shirt in no time and Manny shrugged out of his kutte, dropping it on the floor. His hands immediately settled on her waist to guide her backwards. Dragging them up her sides he took her shirt up with him and his heart raced as she eagerly raised her arms to help. With one hand he tossed her shirt aside and with the other he slid up her back, splayed wide, to undo the clasp of her bra. Manny again took her waist and lifted her back onto the bed, laying her sideways across it.

He stared openly and was thrilled to see the flush creep over her skin. Manny bit his lip and leaned with one knee on the bed as he popped the button on her jeans and slowly lowered the zipper. He leaned over her and kissed her softly, teasing, his hands moving to turn her over onto her stomach as he leaned back.

For a moment his full attention shifted to focus only on pulling her jeans down, slow but deliberate. Savoring every inch as it was exposed. The tight denim revealing her perfect ass as he pulled them down, moaning at the way it moved and jiggled, and off of her long beautiful legs.

Once she was completely naked Manny stepped back and admired his wife. She rolled over slightly, one hand toying with the necklace at her throat and one leg bent just enough to cover her womanhood.

"You are so fucking gorgeous baby… " Manny's eyes were heavy and dark and he slowly swept his tongue over his top lip.

She smiled, giggled silently, as she reached out with her foot and poked him in the stomach, "I wanna see."

Manny still stood by their bed mostly dressed, only the top four or five buttons of his shirt had been undone. With a predatory smirk he carefully grabbed the foot and picked it up high, rubbing his thumb over the sole of her foot as he placed soft, teasing kisses against her ankle. "What you wanna see?" He lowered her foot back to the bed, fingers brushing up and down the side of her calf.

"Take your shirt off." If her smile before had been cute this one was sultry.

His fingers went to work first undoing the cuffs of each sleeve before moving to the remaining buttons down the front. Manny held her gaze the entire time and neither of them looked away. He knew she liked what she saw, her teeth were sunk into her bottom lip, as he shrugged the shirt off and dropped it to the floor behind him.

She crawled up on to her knees and kissed him, almsot the same height as she knelt on the raised bed. "These too." She mumbled against his lips as she tugged at the waistband of his jeans.

Manny kissed across her cheekbone, up her neck and sucked her earlobe between his lips before he spoke against her ear, "Go ahead." He immediately groaned as he felt her nails drag down his chest, over his stomach, and start on the buckle of his belt. His hands settled softly on her hips as he looked down and watched her hands undo his belt and the fly of his jeans, then hook in the waistband of his boxers to tug them down. Only far enough for her to reach in and pull him out.

He was rock hard and twitching in her hand as she stroked his cock from base to tip. Manny let out a shuddered breath, the sight and feel of her hand on him finally instead of his own set his nerves on fire.

Her grip tightened, "Does that feel good?" She scratched the nails of her other hand over his abs and he shuddered again.

"So fucking good." He tipped her face up to his again and kissed her like he had at the door. "Lay back." He gave her a careful push and immediately kicked out of his boots and shoved his jeans the rest the way off. His eyes locked on her as she plopped back on the bed again.

He climbed on the bed and kissed his way up her thigh.

She groaned, her hand digging into his shoulder, "Later papi"

Manny shook his head, "nuh uh." and licked a long, deep swipe the length of her pussy and over her clit.

When she arched up off the bed and moaned he nearly growled, clamping his hands on her hips and devouring her.

It felt like no time at all when she began to tremble, but it had been long enough that his neck hurt and his jaw was sore.

"Fuck, Manny, Manny…"She moaned again, "Shit! I'm gonna…"

"I know mamI," he slid two long fingers inside her and he dropped his lips over her clit. "Cum for me." He mumbled against her before flicking his tongue over her clit until she let out a high pitched strangled moan and clamped her legs tight against his head. Manny continued to stroke her through it until her grip loosened. He kissed the inside of her thigh, the tattoo on her hip, the space between her breasts before finally reaching her lips.

She was still panting and her eyes were still closed but her hands settled on his back. "God I missed that."

"Yeah?" Manny kissed the side of her neck. "How about these hands? You miss them too?" He slid the hand not holding his weight up her leg, over her ass, pulling back to give it a swat before moving up her ribs and groping her breast.

"Mhmm." She writhed under him, trying to get closer.

Ego running rampant Manny nudged the tip of his cock against her clit, "How about this dick? " He rocked against her again, just barely grazing her swollen clit, "You miss it as much as I missed this pussy?" With that he tilted his hips and slid as deep as he could with the first stroke.

Both of them groaned and moaned, hands grabbing at each other, as he pulled back and slid deeper and worked her open. When she was finally able to take all of him he rocked into her until he bottomed out and stayed there. She whined and canted her hips trying to get even more.

"You feel so fucking good mama." He began moving again, slow, steady, powerful thrusts that had them both gasping and moaning. Soon enough he was slamming into her over and over, "I missed you so much." His voice was strained with effort. He sped up even more, the bed shaking, slamming into the wall.

Suddenly her face changed and she began to push back, "Manny wait." She was quiet and breathless, "Wait, not yet."

Manny groaned but stopped, "What? What, why you stoppin' me?" His brow was furrowed and his muscles tense.

"Not yet," She took a ragged breath, "don't want it to be over yet."

After a heartbeat Manny laughed, "Don't scare me like that baby." He took a deep breath, "Shit." Slowly he began moving again. Slower, gentler thrusts, his pelvic bone grinding against her clit with each stroke. "It's okay." He kissed her cheek, "It's been a long four months, but I ain't gonna blow it yet." He kissed her other cheek, smiling when she sighed and relaxed beneath him. "Just want to make you feel good." He snapped his hips once. "Wanna see that beautiful face you make when you cum," Another harder thrust. "Hear the way you moan, and whine all breathless and shit." He began to speed up again, fucking her roughly again, "Wanna feel that pussy choke the life out this dick."

His wife moaned again, her nails clawing at his back as she began to meet his thrusts eagerly.

"Is that okay mami?" He kissed her.

It was rough and clumsy but she loved it, "Mhmm."

Manny smiled and grabbed her ass tilting her hips just right, "You know I'm going to give you more than one anyway right mami?"

With a high pitched whine she nodded, and cried out as he ducked his head to suck on her nipple, fucking her just as hard and fast as befoe. This time, not stopping until her back arched off the bed and her inner muscles clamped down on him as she came.

"That's my good girl." He murmured over and over into her ear as she came down from her second orgasm. Manny kissed her slowly and held her close to him until he felt her sigh deeply and relax back into the bed. "Fucking perfect." He stroked his hand over her thigh and waist, up her arm to take her hand. Interlacing his fingers with hers before stretching her arm up above her head. "I've been imagining this for months…" He rocked his hips again, slow and shallow, "How good it was gonna be to fuck you after so long."

Beneath him she was smiling but her eyes were still closed, her hand squeezed his before she raised her other arm above her head in a languid stretch. Her smile changed as she hooked one leg over his back, letting him thrust into her casually, "You're very talkative today aren't you?"

Manny scoffed and snapped his hips into her once, rocking her back into the pillows and taking her breath away for a second. "You love this dirty ass mouth of mine mama, don't play." He sped up his thrusts slightly, aiming to hit her in just the right spot. With his lips brushing against hers, still with a naughty smile, he whispered, "We both know that's what's been gettin' you off for the last four months."

"Well…" She bit her lip and locked eyes with her husband, "It helped at least."

He snapped his hips again as they both laughed and kissed for a long moment.

They were both panting when they pulled apart and Manny smiled when she put her hands on his chest and pushed. He took her direction and rolled over to his back, taking her with him.

With a smile on her face and her hair a mess she straddled his hips and slid herself back over his cock until their hips were flush and he was even deeper inside her than before. She watched as his eyes rolled back and he threw his head back, mouth open in pleasure. Slowly rolling her hips she told him, "Glad to have the real thing though, so much better."

Beneath her Manny moaned and gripped her thighs tight enough to leave a mark. Opening his eyes finally he took in the sight of her and chewed on his lip, "Go ahead and use it mama, lemme see you get yourself off."

"Yeah?" She smiled and rolled her hips the opposite direction.

Manny nodded and smacked her ass, "Mhmmm."

She groaned in pleasure and giggled as she took his hands and held them above his head. Using the angle to rub her clit against him as she rocked her hips.

Whole body tense Manny mumbled under this breath, "de puta madre…" and rose his hips up to meet hers, "Ride that dick."

It didn't take long, only moment until she brought herself to orgasm; gasping for breath and digging grooves in the back of Manny's hands. He surged up and caught her around the waist, kissing her so hard their teeth knocked together as he enjoyed the way her pussy fluttered around him. Never pulling apart he laid them back down and continued their kissing, his hands on her ass while her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

"Shit," she fought to catch her breath, "I have to tell you something."

"Tell me what?" Manny murmured into her neck.

Without warning she sat up, still firmly impaled on his now pulsing, twitching hard on. Her hands braced flat on his chest she looked him in the eyes and took a deep breath. "I stopped taking my birth control…"

There was a long silence as Manny stared back at her, his sex muddled brain trying to catch up. "You did?"

She nodded.

His mind started to race. His heart pounding in his chest for a new reason. "You stopped?" When she nodded, chewing her lip uncertainly, he began to smile. "When?"

"Almost three months ago."

"You're serious?" His hands gripped her waist tightly, scared to let go, and she continued to nod. "You're sure?" He felt hope rise up in his chest, "You're sure? You talked to your doctor and all that."

"Mhmm." She was smiling now too, "She said I'm healthy and in great shape, still relatively young…So if we want to…"

All he could do was stare at her in awe, "So you do want to?"

With a slight laugh she nodded again, "I'm a little scared…" They both glanced down to the scar across her lower abdomen. Manny traced his thumb softly over the slightly raised white line. "But, I couldn't stop thinking about it after we talked and then you had to leave but… but yeah… I want another baby."

Manny sat up and wrapped his arms around his wife, holding her tight as he kissed her, "I'm so fucking happy right now!" He flipped them over again, laying her down under him as they continued to kiss.

"I can see that." She mumbled against his lips, both of them smiling.

He slowed down long enough to rest his forehead against hers, "When was your period?"

She rolled her eyes, but answered with a smile, "Last week."

"Mmmm," Manny hummed as he began to rock his hips once again, "Perfect timing." He kissed her once.

Another eye roll, "Maybe." but she lightly drug her nails down his side and dug them into the back of his thigh. Gasping when he jerked his hips forward in response. "One way to find out."

How was he supposed to control himself when she looked at him like that? When she had her nails digging into him like that and kept squeezing her inner muscles around his cock. Manny growled and hooked one of his elbows under her knee and bending her as far as she would go. It opened her up to him even more and he felt himself sink just a little deeper, "What you want mama?" He picked up his thrusting again and bit his lip as he watched her eyes spin back, "You want me to fuck you, make you cum one more time?"

Her, "Yes." Was followed by a moan.

Manny sped up more, pounding into her harder and deeper, "Yeah? You want me to cum with you?"

All she could do was nod, cling to him as she trembled underneath him. So close to coming apart for him again.

That tingling sensation had set in at the base of his spine and Manny buried his face in her neck, "Are you ready baby? Hmm? Can i cum in this pussy? Please, can I fill you up? Yeah? Cum for me baby, cum for papi."

Once she had started chanting out yes after yes she couldn't stop. Her vision blurred and every nerve in her body lit up like fireworks. She was still trying to catch her breath when she felt Manny's arms lock tight around her and his hips snap into her uncontrollably as he gasped and moaned directly in her ear. With her eyes closed, panting, she trailed her fingers over his sides and enjoyed the way his whole body shuddered. How he drove himself impossibly deeper as he gave her everything he had.

Eventually his grip on her loosened and she felt the press of his lips against her neck. He kissed his way up the column of her neck to her ear as he gave a few final thrusts, finally coming face to face with her again. Kissing her sloppily and deeply before whispering against her lips, "I love you so fucking much."

Without pause she answered back, "Me too baby, so much." "

~~~

What time is it?"

Her voice was muffled against his chest and Manny moved carefully, craning his neck to look at the alarm clock on the dresser. "Quarter after three." He settled back down, enjoying the after sex high and the feel of his wife naked and sated, draped over him.

"Bella get's out at 3:30." She shuffled a little but made no move to get up.

Manny squeezed her tight with the arm around her waist, patted her lightly on the ass, "Was thinkin' I could go pick up her up oln the bike."

She smiled and kissed a corner of the tattoo on his chest, "She is gonna lose her mind when she see's you."

He chuckled, "Like mama like daughter yeah?" T

hat earned him a pinch to his hip and a, "Callate pendejo."

With a big smile on his face Manny shook his head, "God, it's good to be home." He stroked his wife's bare back, still smiling, and kissed the top of her head. "You get any meat at the store?"

"Mhmm." She didn't even question the sudden change in topic.

"How about you do that real good marinade quick while I go pick up our girl?" He looked down to see her nodding, "When we get back I'll get the grill goin', make some carne asada. We can do it up tonight, the three of us."

With a deep sigh she wrapped her arms around him tight, "Sounds good to me. You better get your ass in the shower though."

"Wanna come?"

"Nope, I'm staying right here till you are a safe distance away." She pushed and shoved at him as he crawled off the bed.

Manny laughed and gave her a kiss and another little swat to the butt, "Legs still shakin' a little?"

"Maybe. Thank you very much." She rolled away from him and buried her face in his pillow, "Shower, now, go."

He made his way around the bed with a smile on his face and his own legs a little unsteady.

Manny stopped and grabbed his dirty clothes, throwing them towards the hamper and set his boots by the door. His mind was filled with thoughts of his wife, his daughter, their next baby... he was going to be a Dad again! He thought of how amazing his wife looked pregnant and how strong she had been the first time. How he had instantly fallen in love with his daughter and how he'd fallen impossibly more in love with his wife. Now, it might be awhile, but they were doing it again. This time a little older and a little wiser.

When he picked his kutte up off the floor he barely even looked at it as he tossed it towards the chair in the corner, happy to set it aside for awhile. Happy to be home with his girls where he belonged.

~~~

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Whatever happens, just come home to me

Manny (Mayans) x ex-ofc ft their daughter

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Warnings: Angst, worry, fearing the worst

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Angela took a deep breath, drawing air into her lungs, holding, then releasing it. It does little to calm the tension in her muscles and churning in her stomach. When it came to Manny the club, she tried to keep her hands off the cards.

When they used to be together, any indication something was off would bring her to the table; cards spread out, turning them over one by one with nervous anticipation; waiting to see if her instincts were right or wrong. Though the cards rarely led her astray, they added to her anxiety and worry about his overall safety.

When Angela said yes to him, she had an idea what she was signing up for. One can’t date and fall in love with a biker and expect peace and calm, she knew that. Though the whole MC thing was a deterrent, she was head over heels for him, and the dangerous weren't' enough to keep them apart.

But it eventually did become too much, and along with some other things, despite all the love between them, after 7 years and a daughter, they parted ways. It wasn’t easy to do, she nearly bit her nails off as she geared herself up for the conversation. The look in his eyes broke her heart. But it was for the best. They both knew that, even if they hated it, even if the breakup broke their hearts.

The last two days, Manny has been heavy on her mind, more than usual. They’ve been separated for about a year now, but still see each other often and co-parent 4-year-old Ana with love and respect. Their relationship is good, and he’s even been spending more time here over the last month.

In one way, it’s nice, it's how things used to be when they all lived in this house. When they broke up, she was ready to search for an apartment, but Manny told her to take the house and he got an apartment himself. Ana loves having him around, she’s a daddy's girl after all, and being able to wake up and see him has been spoiling her, and in some ways, Angela too.

After the breakup, things were a bit weird and very emotional, but once they passed that hump, they fell back into the comfort and ease they have always had. When he stays over, Manny sleeps in the spare bedroom. On some nights, she stares at the second pillow where he used to be and contemplates welcoming him into the bedroom.

It would be easy to extend that invite, they’re close and still flirt with each other, even if they don’t intend to. The energy is there, like an elephant in the room but neither have acted on it. The closest they got was three months after the breakup, he dropped Ana off and stayed for dinner.

As they cleaned up in the kitchen, and Ana watched a short cartoon as her food digested, they almost kissed. Just as their lips brushed together, Angela put her hands on his chest and put some space between them.

“We shouldn’t.”

Manny looked at her longingly and took a step back. After apologizing, he shifted his focus to the sink and resumed washing dishes. That was the last they spoke about it….

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【 This chapter contains Gun Violence, Abuse both psychological & physical】

Chapter Five; 𝕴𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊 | Masterlist

"We have a problem."

"We? No, you have a problem."

"Oh no, we have a problem."

"And how does my cousin banging some stripper affect me?" Nick questioned with a chastising grin. 

Over the last month, Christopher and Epiphany had been more friendly in the public eye. It didn't take a genius to figure out they were seeing one another or at least messing around. Annie had yet to tell Beth about Epiphany's casual bragging about her and Christopher's sex life. Despite Beth being her older sister, Annie didn't want to be seen as a rat or lose someone she had considered a friend. She liked having Epiphany as a friend and didn't want her relationship spilling into her sisterhood. On the flip side, Beth took notice of just about everything Rio did. He wasn't one to be flashy or make a scene. His behavior over the course of the three years she'd known him was either consistent or spontaneous. Nowadays he'd drop by the club more often and never on the days when Epiphany wasn't working. Drop and pick-up days were whenever Epiphany worked. The two would share smiles at one another from across the room. He would stay to watch her perform solos on stage and then they'd share a drink at the bar. Or Beth would see him leave and then Epiphany would leave right after. If not that, it was the shared touches. His hand would pat her back on his way out or if he was close enough, Epiphany would kiss him on the cheek.

And Beth loathed it all.

Keeping your friends close and your enemies closer was something that Nick learned and lived by. After Beth had set him up to be locked up and he'd gotten her back 'where it hurts' things were back to 'normal'. Well, as normal as he and his brother wanted things to be. The blonde councilwoman at her beck and call, open to being bent in whichever direction they could push her in. The brothers were still playing the long game with her. Beth was the perfect spokesperson to appeal to rich, white, privileged investors in across states better than Nick could. And when things go to shit, Beth is set to have a hard time. Both Rio and Nick would be sure of it.

"It affects you because it affects me," she hissed, "I'm not close to him like that and I doubt you two are close after…last year's events." A teasing glint in her eye and a smug smirk laid across her thin lips as she saw Nick's smile slowly diminish. "Anyway," She started off with a higher pitched voice and chirpy tone, "Your cousin, brother, whatever is involved with the Japanese. I don't know what the details are but I want in. "

"You want a percentage of that deal." Nick clarified while he relaxed back in his office seat, "How do you know he's even in business with them?"

"He moved eight SUV trucks filled with Japanese yen through my strip club and my second dealership." She informed before shrugging her shoulders with a subtle hair flip, "We're partners, it's only fair that I'm cut in."

Nick looked at her with amusement in his eyes. He was amused but still impressed with how far she had come. She was more like him than she could ever admit, if not worse, "Right," he replied casually with a slight nod."I can't be involved, that'd be a conflict of interest-" 

He was quickly cut off by Beth, "How? This affects you because then we have nothing to pin on him with the feds!"

"It's personal. I don't know how close they are or how he feels about this chick. So either one of us removing her without motive causes unnecessary heat. You can't just kill her because he'd banging her," Nick replied with a raised voice and sharp tone. He didn't miss the way her eyes widened, or how she gulped and clenched her jaw. Her discomfort was loud without words needing to be said,  "You're gonna have to create a shadow. Set her up in some way, get photos, and then you get rid of her. That'll be your reason and he'll have to understand because it's just business. Take a page out of his book." he advised.

Beth quickly grabbed her designer tote bag and stood up, "Well thank you, councilman, I heard you loud and clear." and with her passive-aggressive statement she spun on her heel and strutted out of his office.

"Happy to help, Councilwoman!"Nick ridiculed behind her with a chuckle just before the door shut.

When she arrived at her home, Beth had done exactly like she was told but not without adding her own details. Beth had a four-bedroom, two-bathroom luxurious home in a more upscale area of the suburbs of Detroit. She lived in luxury now with her new position and she enjoyed the space that was solely hers. Seeing her children every other weekend was good enough for her, nowadays. Her old life felt like another world but she couldn't deny that she didn't miss it. She was powerful now. She was somebody who people either loved or feared. She felt invincible. "Annie, could you come down here for a second?!" 

"What's up?" the short-haired dirty blonde questioned a few minutes later. 

"Hey, do you think you could set up lunch between your little stripper friend and me?" Beth asked, " I'm thinking that Ruby and you need to be there as well."

"Yeah sure, but uh what for?" Annie replied as she raised her bushy eyebrows.

"Just lunch," her voice softened as her eyes lowered to a more 'saddened' look, "I have to talk to her about Rio. He's dangerous and I don't want her ending up like Lucy," she sighed with faux-sorrow.

"Or is it that you're jealous." Annie smirked and wiggled her brows. 

"Oh please, Annie," Beth rolled her eyes, " I am not jealous of some bimbo stripper hooking up with him. Believe me, she's keeping him out of my hair."

"Mhmm, whatever you say," Annie teased with a sing-a-song tone, "But yeah I'll set it up."

And she did just that. Annie had set up a lunch date the following weekend with Epiphany at Tony's diner. Saturday afternoon to be exact. Epiphany had gotten ready at Christopher's apartment. It'd become a routine for the pair to hook up in the middle of the day instead of grabbing lunch. Sometimes, a quick lunch date was after an hour of indulging in each other's bodies. As usual, Christopher had left first then thirty minutes later, Epiphany had left. 

She had gotten into an Uber and two of Christopher's henchmen weren't far behind. They tailed behind unbeknownst to her, all the way to the diner. As soon as she walked in and the suburban mothers spotted her, almost immediately judgment flashed across their eyes. Their eyes ranked her attire thaat consisted of; A short green-camo mini skirt with green sequin scattered across it,  a tight-fitted white cropped camisole that read 'AS IF' in big bold gold letters, a dark green jean bolero jacket, and knee–high heeled boots hugged her thighs.

"Oh hell no…"Ruby scoffed. 

"Geez, you can take the girl outta of the strip-club but can't take the club out of the girl,"Beth added.

"Wow…uh…that's a lot for lunch," Annie cringed and bit at her lip.

Epiphany raised her left eyebrow as she looked at the three women before her eyes narrowed in on Annie, "I thought you said we were having brunch. As just the two of us."She proceeds to take a seat in the booth seat across from the trio. Her arms soon folded under her ample breasts as an expression remained unmoved.

"I know and I'm sorry I didn't clarify there would be more than just the two of us but-" Annie was cut off by Epiphany in the midst of trying to apologize and explain herself.

"But, you wanted to ambush me." Epiphany stated in a matter-of-fact tone, straightening her shoulders back as she sat up straighter,

"We're not here to fire you," Ruby stated.

"No. Not at all!" Annie protested.

"Look, we're just here to talk to you," Beth sighed, "To warn you."

"Oh? About what? Is the club shutting down?" Epiphany questioned them, her eyes moving across the three women back and forth until they settled in on Beth.

"Look Epiphany, I know we haven't exactly seen eye to eye-" Beth attempted to reason but was cut off.

"We haven't?" Epiphany mocked with a higher pitch to her voice and a slight head tilt, "...Why would you think that?"

"Well we haven't had a full conversation over a cup of cof-" Beth giggled before she was cut off once again.

"And who's fault would that be? I've never thought we had beef. In fact," Epiphany licked across her bottom lip as her eyes swept up and down the Detroit council woman's face, "I don't think of you at all."

A look of bewilderment washed over the three women's faces. The nostrils of Beth's nose flared and her peach lipstick-covered lips curled. Before anyone could utter a word, the waitress came trotting over, "What will y'all be having?" she asked with an impatient tone.

"Well, all have Cobb salads." Beth ordered for everyone but Epiphany quickly jumped in after to switch her order, "I'll just take a black coffee."

"Look here, we're trying to warn you that you're getting involved with a very dangerous man." Beth hissed before rambling on, "You don't know the vile, horrible things he's done to people. Like our friend Lucy, he seduced her with his kindness only to kill her when she was no longer of use to him. And me, he's used sex and exploration to control my every move. It took me outsmarting him many times to get out of being murdered by him."

"And he kidnapped me!" Annie was quick to mention.

Epiphany's lips stretched at the sides into a tight smile before she started to laugh. her laugh came off as a subtle and serene giggle, "Who are you even talking about? Who is he?"

"Oh for the love god, the gang leader that's going to pound town on you!!" Ruby sighed in annoyance.

"Rio."

"Gangfriend!"

Annie and Beth both said different names at once. That was when Epiphany knew it was time to go. She had heard enough. "Sounds like you ladies have got whoever's fucking me mixed up with whatever you've got going on." She said as she stood up from her seat, "If the person you know is so horrible, why not get restraining orders? and dip out? Or I don't know…get rid of the person?" Epiphany suggested as she got out of the booth. She then proceeded to turn around and start heading out of the diner.

"Girls a lost cause." Ruby sighed.

" Good riddance." Beth scoffed.

"What do you think we should do now?' Annie asked as they watched Epiphany walk down the street from the window. 

"Plan B," Beth smirked before pulling out her phone.

Their words didn't fall on deaf ears. Epiphany thought of what they had said throughout her day on campus. She sat through her lecture in airplane mode. Denting her pen with bite marks she stared aimlessly out the fourth-floor window. These claims…these accusations…they sounded familiar. Eerily familiar. 

'Watch yourself'

'Cassius did a number on his last girl, Está locõ. Un Díablo.' 

'Do you even know what his family does to people? You don't wanna marry into that.'

The images of Cassius's brown skin covered in black and blue reddened flesh from fingernails that broke his skin. The screams and cries of men being burned alive, of it replayed in her mind. Or how the boys who spared her glance and shot her a smile at The Kitty Box ended up disappearing left & right.  'Was Chris similar? Or was he worse?' Epiphany wondered to herself throughout the day.  Why was it that she attracted dangerous men? And why did she find such jovial comfort in that? A sense of security and importance. After all, it's what she always dreamed of. She dreamed of having the life of women like Elvira Hancock, Carmela Soprano, and of course, Ginger McKenna. 

The remainder of her time in lectures blew by in the blink of an eye. Since she couldn't be bothered to pay attention in class, Epiphany decided to settle herself in a cafe on campus with a series of notes that she brought from one of her classmates.

"Hmph…I always thought you only looked best on your back but this is a slightly nicer view."

Cassius. Surely, Epiphany must've been hearing things. She didn't dare peel her eyes away from the notes that laid against the table. Her mouth grew dry. Then her palms grew sweaty. The underneath of her breasts began to moisten. Only hot air escaped her lips as she breathed outwards. He wasn't here. He couldn't be here. But he was here. In Detroit. In a cafe on the campus where she attended. And he sat right across from her. His sandy-brown-tanned hand reached over and laid upon hers. Epiphany let out a choked moan of pain, of agony. It felt as though he had burned her with a hot iron. His skin was always hot. Very hot as if he had a furnace built within his body. As she snatched her hand away, Epiphany's eyes finally settled on him. He looked exactly the same as the day she left him. Shiny bald head, Smooth, poreless brown skin, and a full, thick goatee that nearly covered his lips. He was dressed like a reaper, in all black from his leather parka-jacket to his Timberland boots.

"What the fuck are you doing here." Epiphany had finally gotten the courage to say, with her shoulders back and a sharpness to her tone, "Better yet, who told you I was here? My mother?" 

To this, Cassius scoffed, "A whore like that doesn't care for her child overnight, don't flatter yourself." He then folded his large hands together on the table. The diamonds within his chunky rings reflected off of the silverware on the table, "You called me."

"And why would I do that?" She questioned with a tilt of her head slightly to the side, her eyes nor her face gave away that she was shocked. Epiphany sat there with a stoic expression. Never would she have called him. She left Las Vegas behind and everyone in it for a reason. To be normal. As normal as a girl with a not-so-stellar past could be. But, she was only twenty-three and tried to remind herself that life was only just starting. Her childhood felt like adulthood but this era of her was her freedom. 

"Because you need me. You said it over the phone. You said what I already know. You can't live without me, you and I both know you can not function in a civilized world without being taken care of. Look at your job now, A whore on a pole." He tsked and shook his head. Cassius as always thought so low of women. Especially those who worked in the sex work or entertainment industry. Yet he and his family endorsed it all. They funded all if not the majority of the clubs in Dubai and Los Vegas. Or at least that's what he and her mother told her. 

And his words angered her. It made her blood boil and her skin crawl. Her teeth dug into the meaty flesh of her bottom lip as she stared across the table at him. Her mouth was no longer dry as she collected spit from the sides of her mouth before she hawked spit in his eye, "Hijo de puta! Even with all the money in the world, you're still a useless trick with nothing to offer but your money. You're lower than a whore."

Cassius's ears grew reddened as the corners of his jaw tightened in. His bushy brows started to narrow in as he got up at the same time she had. Only, he flipped over the cafe table causing a squad of campus security to bum rush into the spot. The man began cursing in Arabic as he lunged for her but Epiphany was quicker than him. She ran behind security and they tackled him to the floor. Her day had gone from annoying to bad. How did he find her? He said he had spoken to her and that she discussed needing him. These were the questions that plagued her mind as she was placed in the counselor's office alongside the police. She filled out various forms before the restraining order was put in. 

None of the day's events made sense. Beth, Annie, and their friend had no business 'warning' her about Christopher or as they called him, Rio. Rio had no knowledge of her and Epiphany wasn't important enough for his enemies to track down her ex to 'take her back'; Somehow, she felt like Beth was involved. Why, other than petty jealousy? Epiphany had no clue. It all overwhelmed her. The web of backstabbing, sex, personal gain, and who knew what else. Everything that transpired within the last three hours had caused Epiphany to form a severe headache along with body pain. Stress started to take a toll on her body. And after questioning and fillings were done, she was driven to her apartment and taken upstairs by police.

The moment that she got inside, she flopped herself across the couch; and let her mind go numb.

The scent of sewer water, shit, along with the feeling of a warm hand against her cheek had awoken Epiphany from her deep slumber. Her groggy eyes slowly opened and as her vision became clear, Christopher stood in front of her. She was seated on a wonky metal chair in an underground area that looked like a sewer storage locker. Epiphany, winced at the sight of her new setting and instantly latched her hands onto his forearms and stood up on her feet, "Chris? Chris what's going on?" she whimpered in fear.

His usually big brown eyes were dark. And the subtle smirk on his lips made her grow weary with fear. This was the first time she felt truly intimidated by him. His stature; The way he towered over her five foot two frame with his six foot one. Tears started to form at the corners of her eyes as her chest began to rise and fall quickly, "P-please..please don't hurt me." she begged. Not him. Anyone but him. He was the only aspect of her life that made her feel alive. His gentleness, The romance he brought to her life in such a short amount of time was overwhelming and she feared that ending more than her own death.

"Shh, relax. I'm not gonna hurt you, baby," his tone was mellow as he raised his left hand and laid it against the sides of her face. Christopher dipped his head down, his narrow nose brushing along her button one. His fingers gently caressed the side of her chubby cheek and side of her jaw, "But you tryna hurt me." his once gentle tone darkened, lowering to a baritone octave that sent chills down her spin. Before Epiphany could protest, she felt the coolness of metal riding up the middle of her breasts. His signature golden Glock kissed her bare skin, firmly pressed to the side of her temple. This caused a sequel to escape her lips and before she could utter any type of rebuttal, he hushed her with his lips placed on hers. The kiss was gentle, sweet, and slow. His right arm wrapped around her waist.

Epiphany didn't know whether to grasp him closer or fight him off. But what she could feel was his heart pounding like a punch against hers.

It all felt so surreal. Like a nightmare and wet dream all at once. Gentleness mixed in with the threat of violence. All she could feel was fear and confusion. Epiphany's body trembled against his. And she knew he felt. He had to have felt her. Her fear, her anxiety, her heart.

"Why do I got the feeling that…you're gonna be the bullet that puts a hole in my head, hm?" he hummed against her mouth with the slickness of a snake. He moved the barrel of the gun from her temple to his when he mentioned 'hole in my head' before laying back to her temple. Her tears sprinkled onto his cheek, "Did you get enough info on me to run it back to those bitches?"

"Wha-? You think I'm Beth's rat?"

Her pushing up into a frowning pout as she looked directly into his eyes. Her eyes of uncertainty changed to a look of disbelief, "Why?"

"I could ask you the same thing. That little lunch date looked real interesting,". Christopher hissed and with each movement his lips made, she could feel the brush against her mouth.

"Oh, Rio it was." she rolled her r's when she seethed his name, "Annie set me up with Beth to warn me about you."

He stood still and the menacing look he once possessed of narrowed eyes, a tightly clenched jaw, and striking eye contact had slowly begun to relax. The crease between his brows slowly smoothed out. His eyes flicked back and forth between looking at her and looking above her head. Christopher was debating. Not only with her but with himself. "And what did she say?" She, Beth. He didn't care for what the other two stiffs spoke about because it usually was a rehearsal of what she said.

"The short version? You're a fucking serial killer who uses sex and manipulation to exploit and get what you want, the long version? a lot of secrets were spilled out in the open." Epiphany replied, she spoke through her nose with a slight whisper to her voice.

An ounce of a smirk peeled on the right corner of his lips as he rolled the gun along the side of her neck. He didn't confirm or deny but he coyly asked, "What you think about that mama?"

"I'm thinking what the fuck does that have to do with me and you and why you have a gun to my head?!" she cried out, anger laced in her outburst. Her hands shook at her sides as she didn't push him away due to the gun. The fear of it going off in her face or throat was far greater than her anger. "I'm not involved!" she protested.

"Oh no, see you've been involved sweetheart." Christopher argued, "It's just a matter of whose side you're on."

Fool him once, shame on them. Fool him twice, shame on him….there wouldn't be a third time. Christopher was no fool and the moment the Boland woman walked into his life was when he realized he'd gotten a big…soft. And Epiphany just seemed eerily close to business for his liking. He needed undying loyalty, control, and if she was truly for him then he needed her in line. Love could come later…after sacrifice.

"Unless…" Christopher began to chuckle but the sound wasn't from happiness, "Unless you don't wanna be involved then you can leave right now." he took a few steps away from her and aimed the gun at the dark, wet hallway to the left.

Epiphany's eyebrows knitted together as she looked up at him in confusion. His play on words and attitude switch was causing gears to twist and bend in her mind. They spent every day together. If not day then night. Leave where?

Blinking rapidly as she stood there. She didn't move. She only stared at him. "What do you mean? " she questioned before licking at her lips, "Wi-...will I see you later?" uncertainty in her voice. And his smile made her stomach twist and turn, "You do mean I don't have to be involved with the club right or with whatever shit you've got going on with those women…right?"

She needed clarification and he gave her none of that. "Nah darlin, I'm afraid this is the end of line for us. You're off the hook." He dismissed her casually. His tone is deep and delicate. It was almost like a goodbye kiss. But he never moved, his eyes still settled in on her like a lion waiting to be challenged. Which let Epiphany know he wasn't done.

"No."

"No?" He challenged with a slight head tilt as his eyes looked her over.

Despie how fearful, how anxious she felt, Epiphany still chose to stand her ground and challenge him, "The moment I turn around you'll put a bullet to my head. Because you don't believe I'm not involved con esa perra concejal" (with that bitch councilwoman)

Sassily, she crossed her arms against her chest and cocked her hip slightly to the side as she stared at him. "Even if you don't kill me-"

"How bout you kill for me?" He proposed.

Epiphany's eyes widened as Christopher stalked towards her. "Come on champ." His hand latched to the back of her neck, forcefully making her walk in front of him down the dark tunnel. She followed him with stumbling feet and squinted her eyes in an attempt to see where they were going.

And then Christopher began to whistle and a light turned on in one of the rooms. Epiphany was led into that room and came face to face with Cassius. He'd been hung upside down with his hands and feet taped up. His left eye was swollen shut, shaded in dark plum purple and blue. His right eye was completely gorged out, by the looks of it…he'd been burned. "Actually, I shouldn't have said to kill for me. It's for you, a gift." he chuckled, "I thought the unmarked SUV was the fed tailing you but turns out it's this sorry looking Hijo de puta."

Epiphany cried as she looked at her ex-lover in horror. Sure, he was fucking vile. And everyone eventually would die. But, she couldn't take a life. "Chris, no. Please no, I can't." She weeped.

Christopher tilted his head back and inhaled deeply before he slowly straightened up and eyed her, "You will." he swiveled the gun around his finger and then offered it towards her. "He's your problem and you gotta get rid of em'. "

"You think he's gonna let you go? A girl like you…" his eyes trailed her body from top to bottom in admiration with a sinister smirk, "Ain't easy to let go."

"Someone will come looking for him!" She protested, "He's well connected in Vegas, his parents own everything."

"He ain't shit but a bootleg con artist. A janky ass car salesman at best." Christopher revealed with a dismissive tone. He then grasped her jaw in his hand with a gentle touch. Once Epiphany looked in his eyes, he leaned his head down and whispered "Do it. You don't gotta worry bout nothing else, I'll handle it. I take care of what's mine." His tone was reassuring.

"And I'm yours?" She sniffled with a flustered, wet face.

"Only if you wanna be." He rasped as he laid the gun firmly in her hand.

Breathing in deeply, She held it with two hands. Christopher switched from being beside her to standing behind her. His hands laid over hers as he steadied her arms up. His feet nudged her legs open and pushed one of her feet forward.

"Come on mamitá, show me how much you want this." She could feel his warm breath in her ear, a gentle caress of his nose nudging at the side of her earlobe. "Make me proud."

Her head hurts so bad, her chest aches as the vile metallic taste jumbles up in the back of her mouth. Christopher, Rio was all that they said he was but worse. But, she wanted him. She wanted him to stay. She wanted him to keep making her feel seen, wanted, cared for, and maybe even loved. Cassius was right. She couldn't function in a world without being taken care of. Not because she lacked the skill set or had any type of disability holding her back. No, it was because she didn't want to. Her hands gripped the base of the gun. Its heavyweight in her small hands felt as though she was holding someone's heart in her hands. And in a way she was. She was holding someone's lifeline.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

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Runaway - A Manny (Mayans MC)/Hannah Gray (OC) Story.

I said I would wait to begin posting this, but I’m just starting chapter eleven and I absolutely cannot wait! It isn’t going to be epically long, and I have also made the chapters much more bitesized (2k or less on the word count) so you guys aren’t bombarded by my usual long reads and blathering on (lol!) 

Since I know that Manny is very popular, I’m going to set the unlock at 50 notes to get the first chapter (which will begin being posted after BTBT is done) this just the prequel, so you have plenty of time to make that happen. Now, I don’t mind a bit of system cheating, but I would like to see how much this can happen organically, with everyone participating in the likes, comments and reblogs. So, with that being said, on with the show!

Taglist - In the comments

Words - 1,104

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

Prologue

“Do you, Hannah, take Michael, to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, ‘till death do you part, according to god’s holy law?”

Did she?

Hannah felt as if she were going deaf to all around, other than the ringing in her ears, a wave of heat rising through her as her heart hammered. The minister sounded like he was speaking to her through water, his voice distorted, the weight of the stare from the entire congregation upon her as she opened her mouth, swallowing when she began to salivate excessively.  

Did she?

Because this was for the rest of her life. Of course, if it didn’t work then there was always divorce, but should she, the bride herself, really go through with such a commitment if the word divorce was coming to her as she stood there at the altar, unable to speak? Her eyes flitted over to the stable forces that were her dad and stepmom, both of them staring back at her with concern, Jackie mouthing ‘are you alright?’, Hannah still stood there, gaping like a fish out of water, her legs tingling.  

“Babe?” Michael spoke, nudging her. “Come on, don’t leave me hanging here.”  

She turned again, looking out to her side of the church, so sparse compared to the small army that was Michael’s friends and family, with it dawning on her as every second stretched out.  

‘I’m sorry, pumpkin. I can’t do it. I can’t go ahead and watch you make a mistake, and I think it is, you marrying him.’ Shonda. Her ride or die, and she wasn’t there looking beautiful in jade green satin as a bridesmaid, because she couldn’t stand Michael.  

‘Grampy and I won’t be attending, sweetheart. I’m sorry.’ Her grandmother. Ethel Gray was much too polite and mild-mannered to come out in as many words and say it, but she and her husband Bill had never liked him either. Hell, her parents were only there because she’d pleaded with them. Rob and Jackie Gray were also upon the side that said Michael Hansen was a completely unsuitable choice for their beloved daughter.  

‘Sorry, Han. Ain’t coming. I don’t like that dude, never have, never will.’ Steve, her elder brother hadn’t been so discreet. Neither had her younger, Jack.  

Standing there, it was the moment it hit her, how wrong it was. Her best friend, her brothers, her grandparents, most of her cousins, everyone who had refused, they should have been there. This was her wedding day, and they weren’t there, all because they saw what she refused to, or rather did and instead, stuffed down, excused away, tried to convince herself she could live with. It was her last shot at happiness, she’d convinced herself it was. But was it? Really?  

“Hannah, would you like me to repeat the vows again?” the minister asked quietly, breaking the deathly silence that had fallen over the church.  

She shook her head. “No.” Her bouquet slipped from her hand before she’d even turned to look up at her fiancé, roses and lilies shedding their petals upon the parquet floor. “I can’t, I’m so sorry.” Turning, she gathered her dress, reaching to take the small, oyster lace clutch from her now-never-would-be sister-in-law before running back down the aisle, a chorus of gasps echoing through the sacred space, Hannah praying that her ankles didn’t buckle, having to run in five-inch heeled Manolo Blahnik’s. She’d chosen the very same Hangisi royal blue stilettoes that her heroine Carrie Bradshaw had worn to marry Mr Big. Except she was the one doing the jilting in this instance.  

“Hannah! Wait!”  

Michael’s voice propelled her faster down the steps, people all around stopping and pointing as they witnessed it, a real-life runaway bride situation. Her heart hammered hard with every step, her armpits beading with sweat as she felt her stomach lurching, swallowing hard, knowing she had to escape him.  

“Hey lady! Fucking watch it!” the man behind the wheel of the car she ran out in front of through the traffic yelled, Hannah swerving, realising how stupid and perilous her decision to cross the highway was, her head spinning as her eyes darted around, looking for a cab, turning back to see Michael hurtling down the grass bank that flanked the church.  

“Hannah! Get back here, now!”  

“Fuck!” Panic flooded her, dodging between the cars, horns blaring even though the traffic was slow moving that morning, looking for her escape when suddenly, it called out to her.  

“Hey darlin’, you need a ride?” Turning her head in the direction she’d heard the smooth, husky voice call, she saw a tall man aboard a massive black Harley. The trepidation she felt when noticing the Mayan kutte lasted all of five seconds, hearing Michael yelling at her again. It wasn’t the cab she’d been looking for, but an outlaw on an iron horse was perhaps the better option for making a speedy getaway.  

“Yes! Thank you!” she cried, moving around the front of the white Lincoln Navigator that had kindly stopped to let her cross into the next lane, hoiking up her dress a little further as she straddled the back of the motorcycle.  

“Where you wanna go, mamas?” the man asked.

“As far away from here as possible.”

He pulled back the throttle, the bike sounding like thunder in her ears. “I gotchu.” Over eighteen hundred cc’s roared ferociously as he pulled out and cut through the traffic, the all-black Street Bob thundering away down the highway, Hannah yanking her veil off before wrapping her arms around his slender waist, her heart still going ten to the dozen as she left a shocked, angry looking former fiancé in her wake, her veil fluttering down at his feet as he watched her ride away.  

“You okay there?” he asked as they took a right at the intersection, feeling that she held onto him with a shaky grip.  

“Yes... no... erm...” she floundered. “I’m Hannah, by the way.”

He chuckled a little. “I’m Manny. Sounds like you need me to take you to the nearest bar, Hannah.”

“Immediately, if not sooner!”

He was planning on going home, lighting up a joint and maybe calling his regular no strings attached girl for some afternoon fun, with little else to do with his day. Rescuing a bride who’d obviously had some very last minute second thoughts was certainly a very random derailing of that initial plan, but one he wasn’t mad about.  

[westcoastcreative]

So F***in Sweet

Manny finally arrives to make good on his post-work plans with his wife — but she’s got a little teasing to do first.

(Part 1 of this: Yoga and Coffee on a Quiet Morning w/ Manny • Part 2 of this: On His Way)

Manny got home about 11:30, stepping quietly through the house to ensure Bella stayed asleep for them.

The light glowing onto the wood-floored hallway beneath the door of he and his wife’s bedroom and hint of marijuana smoke he smelled as he approached made his lips curl up in anticipation of the scene that awaited him on the other side.

He slowly shrugged his kutte off, folding and draping it over his forearm before reaching for the doorknob.

The slightest peek at his perfect front teeth couldn’t help but reveal itself when he caught sight of her.

A mint blue silk robe covered her arms and torso, one of his bongs nestled between her strong bare thighs. Her big mane of curls was freshly coiffed, still lightly streaked with subtle summer highlights though it was now deep into fall. Her brows were brushed up bushily, face clean of makeup and dewy from recently moisturizing.

He loved her like this and she knew it.

“Oh you think you funny, huh?” Manny’s strong voice stayed soft.

His wife tried not to smile the same way he was, pushing the joy that teasing her stoic biker husband brought her into a pinched sideways smirk as he stalked closer, setting his kutte down at the foot of the bed.

“You want one?” she lifted up the pipe, keeping her bright eyes on the surprisedly thrown off expression in his own dark, gorgeously set pair.

He ignored the invitation, coming to stand right in front of where she was seated on the bed. His jaw clenched before a low utterance gritted from between his mustached lips.

“I know I told you to be naked.”

His wife glanced up in wide-eyed apology, placing her lips around the bong, lighting it and sucking in the hit she’d set up as she continued to coyly feign a plea of forgiveness. Manny watched her blow the smoke to the side before setting the pipe on her nightstand and raising up on her knees to place her hands on his shoulders.

“I know you did. But I needed a bath after your call got me turned on and then I got myself a little… sticky.”

Manny couldn’t help but offer a bit more generous smile at that. “Mmm…” he nodded once.

His wife ran her fingers down the edge of the robe, opening it slightly when she reached her breast so Manny could see what she’d layered underneath it: a one-piece lace teddy in the same light greenish-blue shade.

“This was hanging in the closet waiting to be put on for this first time and I couldn’t resist,” she said, her lips inches from his, eyes maintaining her innocence.

“Right…” Manny brought a hand up to swipe two fingers inside one of the cups of the lingerie’s bra. “And it had to be a color that makes your skin glow like this, didn’t it?”

His wife giggled playfully in response, her chin lifting slightly and eyes squinting victoriously at how easily she could get him to soften.

Manny didn’t let her gloat for long, ripping the robe down off of her shoulders and inhaling her flowery scent as her small frame shook closer to him with the force of his movement.

“You always gotta look so fuckin sweet,” he growled against her lips.

She drew her hands up his neck and scratched into the short hair at the back of his head, humming softly. She could feel his tempered frustration pulsing just below the surface.

Manny inhaled steadily — bracing them both for what was about to follow — as his fingertips circled the apple of one of her naturally rose-blushed cheeks. The look in his eyes turned from patient to commanding.

“Now, this is the last time I’m gonna tell you, amorcita…”

His touch ran slowly from her face down her chest and stomach, stopping at her lace-covered slit. With a slightly vengeful pursing of his lips, he pulled his hand back to slap directly against her clit.

“Quitatela para papi.”

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

The Wager

Mayans MC Masterlist

Based on this post by @darklydeliciousdesires

Contains: Fluff, consent and negotiation, smut (oral sex, F receiving, fingering, P in V, MFM threesome, aftercare.)

5.8K words

Angel and Manny have a bet, you get to be the one decide who wins.

"You eat ice cream like a child, look at your face Angel." You took your serviette and wiped his face, "and you, I expected better for you Emmanuel."

Manny shook his head, "what, ice cream is good, if you don't get your face all wet, you haven't done a good enough job."

Angel chuckled, "he's right you know, messy is best."

You shook your head, "and now we're not talking about ice cream, I can't take either of you anywhere." The three of you had been back and forth like this for weeks, sometimes, it felt like friendly ribbing, other times, it felt like an invitation.

"Are we wrong?" The smugness in Manny's voice was painful.

"I bet you say that to all the girls and when it comes to it you're whining after five minutes."

They looked at each other, "you wanna see for yourself corazón?"

You glared at Angel, "no, I do not, now finish your ice cream."

****

"Where's y/n?" Manny looked around the room, expecting to see you at the bar nursing a beer.

"On a date, she said he seems nice." Angel didn't sound impressed, "we still have a score to settle man."

Manny huffed, "no, we don't. I'm pretty sure the noise from my dorm last night made it clear that I'm the better man."

Angel shook his head, "bullshit, she's been into you since you arrived, how do you know she wasn't faking."

Manny chuckled, "oh, trust me, she wasn't faking." Something from the corner of his eye pulled his attention away, "looks like the date went south."

Angel took in your pissed off expression as you walked over to the bar and took a beer off one of the girls, "yeah, it looks that way." He waved you over and you headed towards them, plonking yourself on the chair with a huff.

"How did it go?" Manny's tone was friendly.

You sighed, "it was shit, I'm never going on another date again."

"Oh no, what happened?" Angel was the one being smug this time.

"We ordered, the conversation went to the bill, one thing led to another and he went on and on about how he doesn't go down because only weak and submissive men do that. I never even brought up sex."

Manny huffed, "bullshit, I mean.."

You cut him off, "I don't want to hear it dude, just let me wallow in my misery for the night."

Manny raised his hands with a slight smile, "alright, I'm not going to say a thing." You wished you could believe him, but how he and Angel looked at each other made you think differently.

****

They approached you the next day when you can by the metal yard to drop something off, the way they were acting had you very suspicious, "what? What the fuck do to two of you have planned?"

Angel smiled, "we have a.." He thought for a minute, "a small rivalry between and we think we could settle it."

"Yeah, and it would also solve your man problem." Manny had his head tilted at that angle that showed off his perfect face and it was making you kinda mad.

You exhaled, "let's hear it, you won't shut up otherwise."

Manny smiled, "we have a bet going on who's better in bed and we can't find a winner, you can't find a winner full stop, I suggest we help each other."

You crossed your arms over your chest, "and how will that work, if you need me to settle a bet then we need rules and it needs to be fair."

Angel smiled, "you get comfortable and we handle the rest."

You shook your head, "no, because whoever loses will blame it on which turn they had, or the other guy sabotaging it."

They looked at each other, still determined, "fine, then we take turns on different days." Manny seemed so sure of himself.

"Then the loser will accuse the winner of cheating." You were half hoping one of them would come up with a solution.

"That's an easy fix, the other guy watches." Angel said it like he was talking about baking a cake, and you were sure now that they had planned every single detail.

"No, as much as I think it would be fun, I don't want things to turn bad between any of us. I like you guys, you're my friends, and I don't want to ruin our friendship or worse, drive a wedge between you two. So no, you're going to have to find someone else to settle your bet."

You went to walk away but Manny stopped you, "we had a feeling you'd say that but we've already talked about it and agreed that if shit gets weird, we'll stop. We want to do it for you and we promise, it won't have any impact on our friendship."

You sighed, "my place, how does Saturday sound?"

Angel smiled so wide his face must have hurt, "Saturday's great, we'll bring the food."

You blinked, "wow, you're going to feed me too, I am one lucky woman."

Manny leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear, "oh, we're going to do more than feed you."

****

"Shoes please boys, Manny already gets a point for not needing to be asked."

Angel kicked his shoes off with a huffed, "I brought your favourite dessert, do I get a point for that?"

"Sure, but it's a pity point that doesn't bode well for you."

Manny was far smugger than first impressions let on, "I think this is going to go my way."

You tried to take the food from them but they stopped you, "nope, Querida, this is all about you. We can get the food, we know where your plates are."

You sat at the table about waited, it didn't take more than a few minutes for them to return from the kitchen with everything ready to go, "who's going first?"

Angel raised his hand, "I am."

You nodded, "and why is that?"

He smiled, "I'm older by three months."

"Yeah, he's got to go home early and have his prune juice before he goes to bed."

"Be nice, or I'll take your point away from you Mister."

He chuckled, "sorry, it doesn't matter, I get to go last so I'm fresh in your mind when you make your choice, Angel's at a real disadvantage."

"Nah, you'll have to measure up to me, you're the one at a disadvantage."

You sighed, "fighting will also lose you points, be good or I'm going to enjoy my meal then have fun all by myself."

Manny's eyebrows wrinkled, "how does this point system work anyway, it seems pretty arbitrary."

You smiled, "that's for me to know and you to find out."

****

You were all sitting on the couch watching TV after dinner, trying to figure out where to start.

"So, these are my thoughts about it. I want you both to stay the night, my bed is big enough for all three of us, I want to kiss, and condoms are mandatory."

They were smiling from ear to ear, then Angel's hand was on your thigh, "would you like to go to your bedroom?" You stood up and held your hands out for them to hold then led them into the bedroom.

You pointed to a chair in the corner, "well, that's your spot Manny, we should get to it."

Manny shook his head, "we realised that sitting and watching from a distance would give me an unfair advantage and you said it yourself, the bed is big enough for all three of us."

"How is you sitting on the bed any different?"

Angel stepped closer, his hand coming up to hold our waist, "we've agreed between ourselves that there's nothing wrong with the other guy lending a helping hand, a kiss here and there isn't going to change the results."

"Oh boy. Ok, we're doing this." You looked up at Angel and he closed the distance while Manny came behind you.

One of Angel's hands held your waist while the other came to stroke your cheek, "can I kiss you?"

You swallowed, "yes, yes you can kiss me, both of you can." Angel's lips were brushing yours before you could say more, it was soft, close to teasing, he finally sealed his lips to yours when Manny's found your neck.

You went to unbutton your top but Manny reached around your body and stopped you, taking your hands in his and rubbing them, "hey, let us do that." He dropped your hands and picked up where you left off, Angel breaking the kiss to look at your body as Manny's hands revealed it.

Angel's silence had you worried, "are you disappointed?"

He blinked, "fuck no, I just waiting to wake up from this wet dream."

Manny chuckled behind you, "he's right you know, you are perfect." You fought the urge to hide your face as you turned your head and pulled Manny into a kiss while Angel started to press his lips down your body. Your jeans went next, Angel kissing over every inch of skin he could reach. Manny pulled your head to the side with one hand so he could return his lips to your neck while the other undid your bra.

When Manny went to get his hand on your breast, Angel slapped his hand away, "wait your turn bro, we agreed to help each other not join in."

You giggled, "isn't that the same thing?" You reached out and started on Angel's top, removing it then going his jeans, "you too please, I'm feeling a little underdressed." Manny rushed to get naked and you barely had time to appreciate his lean muscle before Angel demanded your attention.

Angel huffed and pulled your panties off then pointed to the bed, "I have a bet to win, go get comfortable." Manny followed you, lying on his side as you settled on your back, and you could see his hard cock tenting his tight black boxers.

"You never answered by question." They looked at each other a chuckled but never followed up.

Manny's hand found your cheek as he pulled your attention away from Angel, "you're still talking, if this was my turn you'd already be begging."

"Begging? Don't worry corazón you won't need to beg me for anything, hell, I'll beg you for it." Angel was lifting your legs over his shoulders slowly and by the look on his face, something was about to happen.

You bit Manny's lip and waved your hand towards Angel, "I don't have a comment about that but I do find begging undignified, you couldn't get me to beg if you tried, either of you."

There was a charge in the air after you said that and you could feel the unspoken agreement they made between themselves. Angel's hand ran over the tops of your thighs, "you ready? You can tell me to stop at any time."

You nodded, "go for it."

Angel smiled, "I'm going to have so much fun." Manny took your face in his hands as Angel's tongue went from your entrance to your clit in one long, broad stroke and swallowed your gasp.

You felt Angel replace his tongue with his thumb as he lifted his head, "she tastes amazing, you say the word corazón and I'll kick him out and I'll have you all to myself."

Before you could respond, his mouth was back on you as you wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, "oh my God."

Manny chuckled, "that good ay, or have you just never had a man give you what you deserve?" You flopped your head onto the pillow and relaxed into the mattress as Angel slid two of the long, thick fingers inside you and Manny's hand brushed your skin.

"I can't talk right now." You couldn't decide what felt better, Angel's chuckle or his fingertips on your G-spot.

"That's alright, Angel might be hopeless but I don't think he's so hopeless that you need to give him detailed instructions. Me? You won't need to tell me a thing, I'm just that good."

There was another chuckle from Angel but he didn't move to say anything. You beckoned Manny for another kiss and he smiled against your lips as you got closer, "she's close bro, you better make the most of it because the way I see it, you're already losing."

Angel wrapped one of his substantial arms around your legs and pulled your body as close to his mouth as he could, you barely had time to warn him before you were arching off the bed and contracting around his fingers.

Manny swallowed your moans like he was starving and Angel showed no signs of letting as his fingers worked you open. Manny smiled as your legs started to twitch when you started climbing again, "and you're a twitcher, you are spoiling us."

"Oh fuck you Emmanuel, you are a smug…" Angel didn't like that he didn't have your undivided attention and was intent on fixing that, he did something with his tongue that had your vision whiting out as you flew headlong off the cliff.

"That's two, you think he can get another one out of you." You struggled to answer and Angel lifted his head without removing his fingers, in fact, he doubled his efforts.

"What do you need pretty girl?" Angel's tone was soft while Manny touched you gently and you couldn't tell whether he was trying to steal your words or help you find them.

"Whatever you want."

He smiled, "alright then." His head dropped back and he seemed determined to prove a point. You reached towards Manny and ran your hand down his hard chest and tried to slide it into his boxers but he stopped you.

"Another time Querida, this is about you." His hand moved to your face as you felt another orgasm arise. He looked into your eyes as you came, a small smile gracing his face, "there you go, he's doing a pretty good job, isn't he?"

You nodded, trying to stammer out a reply, "I feel empty."

Manny looked at Angel, his face full of mischief, "yeah Angel, she feels empty. Are you going to do something about that or are you going to leave it to someone who knows what they're doing?"

Angel dropped your legs off his shoulders and kissed his way up your body to your mouth, the kiss deep and full of passion as he pressed his lips to yours, "where are the condoms?"

"Top drawer." Angel reached across while you turned your head and kissed Manny, his moan filling you with warmth.

"You do taste good." The sudden realisation that Manny could taste you off your lips from Angel's kiss had you desperate for more.

Angel tearing open the condom box pulled your attention away, tapping his leg with your foot as he went to open the packet with his teeth. "Let me do it." You took it off him and opened it as he dropped his boxers, "oh, ok then."

Angel smiled, "don't worry, I'll go slow." His breath caught in his throat as you rolled the condom down his shaft. He crawled on top of you have hovered over you, waiting for you to give consent.

"Please."

Manny snorted, "you gonna deny her man?"

Angel shook his head as he lifted your legs over his waist, "hell no." He ran his cock up and down your slit and you turned to Manny with imploring eyes, hoping that Angel might stir to action if he didn't have your attention.

"He's being me……" You couldn't finish your sentence as Angel slid slowly inside you pausing to let you adjust to his ample size. Manny rushed to remove his boxers and his hand wrapped around his cock, "I feel like I'm neglecting you."

He kissed you again, then Angel gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger to bring your lips to his, millimetres away from kissing you, "I keep saying this is about you. If you keep this up I'll make sure you're sorry."

He closed the distance and you were too busy enjoying Angel's lips on yours to reply and Angel started to rock his hips slowly, his moan filling the air as he pulled back, "shit mano, you are really in for it, it's like the wettest warmest hug….fucken hell."

"Hey man, if you can't last I'm not going to judge you, she's something else and I haven't even gotten to touch her yet." You whimpered as Angel brushed your G-spot and Angel turned to Manny with a hard look on his face.

"You don't stand a fucking chance bro." He grunted and shifted his weight onto one forearm so he could reach down between you and rub your clit.

"Angel, I…" He pressed his lips to yours, his beard scratching your skin.

"I know, I can feel you squeezing me. You can let go, I'm here." You were powerless to resist and Angel buried his face in your neck while Manny captured your lips with his.

This was one slow, the warmth spread from your core and up your spine and filled your body with pleasure. Angel chuckled and hurried his hips, ramming himself inside you while you tried to twitch away, "don't run Querida, he just wants to make you feel good."

You gasped as Angel doubled his efforts, pushing you over the edge one last time before you felt him pulse inside you. Manny grunted and you turned your head just in time to see him reach bliss before Angel's weight fell on you as he caught his breath.

"That was really good."

Manny chuckled, his voice slow, "just really good?"

Angell chuckled and rolled off you, pulling off the condom and dropping it into the wastebasket before going to get up, "I'm just going to get something for the mess, you guys wait here."

Manny waved his hand and stood up, "let me do it, you guys stay here." Manny walked towards the bathroom and you rest your head on Angel's chest while you waited.

"Did you have fun?"

You sighed, "I did." Manny returned and threw the towel at Angel who took his time to clean up the mess he made, chuckling as you flinched away from him. "Sorry corazón."

Manny settled in next to you and ran his hand up and down your arm while Angel got rid of the cloth before taking his place on the other side. "Did everyone have fun?"

Angel huffed, "shouldn't we be asking you that?"

You shook your head, "I feel like I should have done more."

Manny chuckled and pecked your cheek, "I told you to stop that, you are fast on track to getting your ass spanked before we do anything together."

You turned to Angel who raised his eyebrows, "I agree with him corazón." You sighed and rolled onto your side facing Angel while Manny pressed his chest to your back and Angel pulled you into his arms.

"Goodnight gentlemen."

Manny's lips press to your shoulder while Angel's pressed to your forehead, "goodnight y/n."

****

"Morning." You rubbed your face and sat up then felt two sets of hands running up and down your back.

You kissed both of them, Angel then Manny and then got up, "who wants pancakes?"

They both smiled, "I'll take that as a yes, there are spare stuff in the bathroom, I'll get the food ready while you two start the day."

You sat down from breakfast and then they left, still smiling like little boys, they both said they would keep in touch through the week and you had a feeling the rivalry would only get worse until you could settle in next Saturday.

****

They messaged you everyday, it went from one on one to a group chat and then the group chat when from civil conversation to you telling them to not to fight. Needless to say, you were excited.

****

The knock on your door had you jumping up to open it, they were early. You opened the door with a smile, "I thought we agreed that you'd be over here at seven, it's only five."

Manny lifted some shopping bags and Angel sighed, "he wanted to cook for you." They walked in and tossed off their shoes then headed to the kitchen. You walked in planning to help but Manny waved you off.

"Go soak in the tub, we're fine to cook."

You sighed, "please don't burn my house down. Also, this doesn't count towards anything, I don't want Angel to feel bad because he bought take out and you decided to cook."

Angel smiled, "don't worry, I don't feel bad at all, I think I came off better in the end anyway, and now I'm getting a home cooked meal? I'm a lucky guy."

You paused before leaving for the bathroom and stood in the of the room and slowly removed your clothes while looking back and forth at them stark naked, "well, I'm going to go enjoy my bath, you kids have fun." You felt their eyes on your ass as you walked away, smiling to yourself when you heard them whispering to each other.

You enjoyed the warm water until there was a knock on the door, Angel's voice floating through the air, "it's ready when you are."

You stepped out of the tub and dried off, then dressed and headed into the dining room, "wow, this smells and looks amazing, what did you make?"

Manny smiled, "penne ala vodka with a garden salad."

Everyone sat down and you tucked in, "wow, I'm impressed, I really hope you measure up in the bedroom because if you don't I'm going to be very disappointed."

Angel chuckled, "he won't, but don't worry corazón, I'll make sure you don't go to sleep unsatisfied."

You shook your head, "Angel, be nice."

Manny smiled, "yeah Angel, be nice."

You slapped Manny on the shoulder, "I know you're younger than him but we both know you're more mature, I expect better from you."

Manny smiled turned heated, "and you're going to get it."

****

You skipped watching TV this time and headed right for the bedroom after dinner and dessert were over. You stood back in the same position in the middle of the room and waited for Manny to act. Unlike Angel, Manny waved his hands for Angel to sit on the bed and then circled you like a hungry animal.

His fingertips grazed your cheek as his hand drifted towards you night shirt then he flicked the buttons open. Your eyes drifted to Angel and you watched as he licked his as Manny slowly undressed you.

He took his time touching you as each item of clothing was removed, his eyes racking over your skin, "are you going to do anything man or are you just going to look at her?"

Manny huffed, "unlike you, I want to savour this vision before I drive in, you should take note."

Angel shook his head, "aren't you feeling frustrated? You were happy for more right away last week."

"Be quiet Angel, if y/n doesn't like something she knows she can tell me." Normally people talking about you like you weren't there would piss you off but there was something about the way they were playing off against each other that was hot.

When you were in nothing but your panties, Manny slid his hand between your legs and stroked you through the fabric, "I don't know what Angel's going on about because you are soaked."

"Lose the underpants and go lay on the bed." You did as he asked, and Manny was close behind you, his lips brushing your shoulder as you reached the edge of the bed. Angel moved to lay next to you, his eyes stuck on your breasts as Manny's hand ran up your legs from your ankles to your thighs.

His lips followed after he kneeled on the bed, paying extra attention to the sensitive spots he noticed when you were with Angel. You thought he would start right away but his lips bypassed your core and he made his way up to your lips. He brought you into a kiss, it was slow and deep, his nose brushing yours as he went.

Manny turned his attention to Angel briefly, "hold her leg up?"Angel smiled and sat up, reaching over to grab your leg and hold you open for him. Manny's lips never left yours as his hand trailed down your body and to your centre, his fingers collecting wetness from your entrance before landing on your clit.

You gasped and Manny smiled against your skin, pulling back to smirked at Angel, "sorry man, I've been leaving you out."

Angel shrugged "I'm fine with just watching, she is beautiful from this angle." Angel got his chance when Manny started to kiss down your body, stopping to pay extra attention to your neck. You reached your hand out and placed it on Angel's cheek while he leaned in to kiss you.

The angle was a little strange but Angel seemed happy to twist himself around in order to deepen the kiss. Manny huffing as his hand moved your from leg to your face, "dude, can't you just do this one thing for me?"

Angel pulled away from you with a chuckle, "just throw her legs over your shoulders bro, unless you're too lazy."

Manny shook his head, "nah, I figure if you hold her leg she won't twitch as much."

You sighed, "I don't know but I think that might be cheating Emmanuel, just a bit."

Angel smiled, "yeah Emmanuel, that's cheating."

Manny shook his head, "you're really asking for it now Querida." He lifted your legs over his shoulders and wrapped one arm around your leg, angling it so it was hard for you to move away. Then he smirked up at you and drove in like a man possessed. Angel laid down and placed his hand on your cheek, looking into your eyes as your vision blurred from pleasure.

"I can't tell which is my favourite, watching her face and making her cum. What do you think Manny?"

Manny's thumb replaced his mouth as he raised his head to answer his friend, "here, you were underselling it when you told me this was heaven because I'm pretty sure you're right."

Your eyebrows wrinkled and Angel smiled, "what, you think we didn't talk about it nonstop after we left? The other guys might not know what's going on but we haven't been able to stop talking about it."

"He's right, I think I'm going to be reliving this till the day I die."

You smiled, "you know Manny, Angel didn't talk anywhere near as much, considering his mouth was busy elsewhere." Manny shook his head with a huff.

"Alright then." He made eye contact with you as he slid two fingers inside you and wrapped his lips around your clit, Angel taking advantage of your parted lips to pull you into a searing kiss.

All the buildup served its purpose and you felt yourself approach the edge as Manny found your G-spot and made quick work bringing you closer to the end. You reached down to push him closer but the lack of hair made it hard and Manny chuckled.

"Is he being mean to you?" Angel's tone was filled with affection.

"Yes."

Angel shook his head, "good." You blinked and tried to make sense of his response but he leaned in and kissed you again, "if he's mean then I might get the chance to win."

That seemed to spur Manny to action because his arm unwrapped from your leg and then his forearm was holding you down as his fingers pressed your sweet spot and his tongue brought you right to the edge. You gasped as it hit you, Manny's arm pushing down harder as he rode out the buck of your hips.

"Oh my God." Angel shook his head took your hand in his.

"Is he making you feel good?" Manny hadn't stopped working you past the post orgasm sensitivity and into another while you tried to close your legs, "I'll take that as a yes."

You were expecting Manny to stop but he didn't and you went to shove him away but he grabbed your hand like a viper, "I'm not done yet, you know what to say if you want me to stop."

Your breath quickened as he went right back to where he left off, there was something about what he was doing that it your whole body feel like it was on fire and then you were falling again.

"Please, I can't." Manny chuckled against you, seemly feeling merciful as he pulled away and started to kiss your inner thigh.

"What do you want?" It was taking a lot for you to reply.

"He asked you a question y/n."

You swallowed and tried to get the words out, "I want you inside me." Manny smiled, his lips moving over your hips and then your stomach and then your breast and finally your cheeks and your lips.

"Are your condoms in the same place?"

You nodded, "why are you both still clothed?" You had never seen Angel move so fast, he was naked before you could blink, on the other hand, Manny took his time, smirking as your eyes followed his hands as he undressed.

Your eyes were stuck on his cock as he pushed his boxers down, he and Angel were about the same size, equally as big and Manny smiled, "you still want this?"

You nodded aggressively, "yes please."

Manny chuckled and got a condom then placed it between his index and middle finger and wiggled it, "you want to put it on me or do you trust me enough to do it?"

You sighed and sat up, taking the packet from him, "I'm not the one who tried to open it with my teeth, you're just being difficult now."

You opened the condom and slid it over his cock then laid back down with a sigh, "please, go for it."

Manny smiled and shook his head, "with pleasure."

Unlike Angel, he only lifted one leg over his hip as he slid inside you, "holy fuck."

Angel chuckled, "see what I mean? You've talked a good game all week but now that you're in my position you get it."

You shook your head, "Angel, don't tease."

Manny smiled, "yeah Angel, don't tease." Despite the attitude, his tone was tight, almost shaky.

Manny moved his hips slowly, rocking into you while making sure to brush your G-spot with each stroke.

You whimpered as he picked up speed, Angel's grunt pulling your attention away. His hand was wrapped around his cock and when you reached out to lend him a helping hand, Angel stopped you, "we've been over this, relax and enjoy yourself, this is about you."

You went to protest but Manny kissed you hard, "if you keep this up I'm going to get Angel to hold you down and then you won't be able to do anything." Manny grunted when you clenched around him, "you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Before you could respond, he was yanking you down the bed to make room for Angel, "hold her wrists." Angel moved in a rush, the hand that was resting on your cheek going to encompass your wrists in a solid grip.

"Thanks bro." Manny reached one hand down to rub your clit and Angel smiled.

"Don't mention it, I can tell how much she liked it. Unless we're reading you wrong?"

You shook your head, "no, I like it."

Manny smiled, "we can tell." Manny's hips ramped up to full speed and your breath caught in your throat, "you're gonna cum for me again, aren't you? I can feel how hard you're squeezing me."

You nodded and his lips found yours, the fingers on your clit making tighter circles. You didn't have time to warn them before it hit you, Angel's hand tighten around your wrists as your back arched.

That must have done it for Angel and with a grunt he pressed his lips to yours as he came. Just like before, Manny didn't let up and no matter how hard you tried to twitch away, you couldn't, not that you really wanted to.

"Come on, just one more and then we can call it a night." It wasn't like he was going to give you a choice. It hit you fast, just as the other one was winding down and the noise got caught in your throat.

"There you go, good girl." Your head lolled to the side and Angel took the chance to press his lips to yours in a soft and gentle kiss. Manny pulled you away from Angel and buried his face in your neck as he came.

Manny rolled off you and disposed of the condom with a sigh, "so, who wins?"

You whimpered, "ask me again in the morning."

Angel chuckled, "you guys stay here, I'll go get something to clean up."

You rolled into Manny's arm and he stroked your cheek, "you feeling alright?"

"Yeah, I'm great."

Angel threw the damp cloth at Manny and climbed into bed next to you while Manny cleaned up.

"Have you been having fun?" Angel's voice was rough with tiredness.

"I have been, it's been great but we should really finish this conversation tomorrow with clear heads."

Manny disposed of the towel and took his spot opposite Angel , "we can talk about it in the morning, for now I think it's time we all get some sleep."

"Goodnight boys."

"Goodnight y/n."

****

You were up early the next morning, unable to sleep from nervous energy, Angel coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your body while you did the pancakes.

"Is Manny in the shower?"

Angel nodded, "yep, I'll help you finish. How are you doing?"

You smiled, "good, I'm doing good."

He smirked, "that's great. I can't wait for you to tell me I won."

You huffed, "go and sit down, this is almost done."

Manny came out of the bathroom just as you were bringing out the plates. Everyone sat at the table and you flopped down with a sigh.

"I can tell you can't wait any longer but I don't have a winner and that's what I wanted to talk about. I like you, both of you, like a lot and I'm worried that no matter who I chose it's going to change things. And I don't want that. What I want, is for this to keep happening."

They smiled, each one reaching out to grab one of your hands, Manny speaking first, "we'd like that too, it's all we've been talking about, we just had no idea how to bring it up."

You smiled, "really? You both want to share me?"

Angel nodded, "fuck yeah, you're a total catch, we gotta sweep you up before someone else does. I'm honestly kinda sick of EZ asking me if you're single."

Your smile widened, "after breakfast, I have some favours to return, you should eat up, you're going to need your strength."

You had never seen two men eat so fast in your life.

Fin

[cass-foxx]

Family reunion except it's just 2 besties dragging their partners with them when seeing each other

At this point, Masc!Y/N (or me idgaf) is a canon game of thrones character to me.

Also decided to give Masc!Y/N a design because I kinda dislike the bland grey character. (and yes this design is based of me because I am the realest real person ever /j) Relationships, if you guys are interested: Tywin x Masc!Y/N : They're in a relationship and not interested in marriage. Stannis x Davos : They're husbands and no one can change my mind. Tywin & Stannis : They hate each other so much, it's a miracle that they didn't kill each other yet. Masc!Y/N & Davos : They are BFF and sometimes strangers believe they're the couple because how tf would 2 such sweethearts date men like Tywin and Stannis ??? Tywin & Davos : Tywin barely acknowledges Davos as he is from low birth. Davos doesn't really care. Masc!Y/N & Stannis : They used to be friends but Stannis became colder once Masc!Y/N started a relationship with Tywin. I realised that they have similar hairstyles so, if you want, you can see Masc!Y/N as a Baratheon :]

[abbyshands]

hers only

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synopsis; gf!abby does not like clara, the gym trainer who can’t keep her hands off you. so who’s surprised when she loses her composure, channeling her rage in the form of rough, hard sex?

pairing; dom!abby anderson x sub!fem!reader

warnings; abby’s jealous as fuck, a little toxic!abby but not really, use of a strap-on, abby refers to the strap as her dick/cock, and strap is referred to as her dick/cock, throat-fucking (with fingers), fingering, choking, pretty rough sex, degrading (slut/bitch/whore, etc), a little praise, use of baby/honey, one use of y/n BEFORE the smut (sorry, it was necessary), spanking, reader cries, abby gives reader a sensory overload, dumbfucking, etc

a/n; hello! my name is kitlyn, kit for short :) i’m a huge writer, and tlou is my latest obsession. so, ofc, i had to get this fic out for my gf, and much more to come. i hope you like this, and if you have any ideas for me to write, please lmk!

p.s.; your daily reminder (or a fun fact), abby canonically bench presses 205 pounds. i rest my case <3

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she could only make it a few weeks before her annoyance got the best of her.

you were bulking up for an upcoming mission, assigned to you by issac. in the area you would be in, scar presence was heavy, and you wouldn’t be back to the wlf for a bit, so gaining muscle was a necessity.

abby just wished she didn’t have to watch that girl’s hands all over you to get the job done.

she didn’t understand why she couldn’t train you herself, why issac wouldn’t fucking let her. he waved her off, giving her some bullshit about “a lack of focus.”

come on. if she knew you needed to bulk up, if it meant it would keep you safe, she wouldn’t lose her focus just because it was you.

maybe.

but this was the replacement. some other girl in the wlf, hands all over you as she helped you do pull-ups. your body was covered in sweat, and you had been at this for over an hour. the girl, whose name was clara, had her hands on your hips as you lifted yourself up and over the bar again and again.

“c’mon, give me ten more. you got it,” clara said. you were looking at yourself in the mirror as you let out a grunt with each pull-up you did, on your tenth at this point. but you did your best to push through.

“clara,” you groaned. “i can’t fucking—“ you began. but your trainer cut you off.

“don’t use your breath. just keep going. i’ve seen you do it before. you got it,” clara said once more, tone firm. you didn’t think it would be a good idea to deny her. so you went on.

but you were fully oblivious to the pair of blue eyes fixed on you across the room.

you had forgotten that abby also worked out around this time to lift with manny, so it didn’t even occur to you that she was gazing at this whole thing like a hawk.

“abs!” manny said to abby, accent thick. he snapped his fingers in front of abby’s face, and abby looked at him both confusedly, but also annoyedly.

“huh? what, what is it?” abby asked. she had fully spaced out, and her cheeks were red. but it wasn’t because of the workout.

it was your fucking trainer.

“estás bien? i lost you a few minutes ago,” manny said. abby had gotten used to his habit of going back and forth from spanish to english, to the point where she knew a thing or two. so she easily responded.

“yeah, i’m fine. let’s just finish for today, okay? i’m not feeling it,” she excused. but manny could see where her eyes were.

you.

“ah,” manny said. he seemed to understand now, a look of comprehension across his face as he said that. “okay. i’ll see you back at the room, then, sí?” manny asked as he held his fist out.

abby did the same and gave him the small fist bump he was looking for. “yeah, see you.”

once manny had left, abby began to pack up her gym bag. by now, you had finished your pull-ups, and were taking needy gulps from your water bottle. clara gave you a small pat on the back once you had finished drinking.

“that was good. you got any more in you?” clara laughed.

you smiled at her, shrugging. “not sure. i’ve gotta meet my girlfriend soon,” you said. really, it was in an hour or two. but you’d have to shower, change, etc. so, to you, it was soon.

nevertheless, you figured a bit more couldn’t hurt. so, you said, “but i think i can do a few more reps.”

clara just gave you a nod. each time you would bring up this girlfriend of yours, her demeanor changed like that. she’d tense, and pause her words.

you knew what it seemed like, and obviously, you didn’t like clara. but you did kind of need her.

and besides, if abby—fuck, if abby knew? it'd be a fucking field day to say the least.

you ended up choosing back squatting as a way to finish off your session with clara. you ducked your head under the bar, elbows flexing as you removed it from the rack. you caved a little under the heaviness of it, but with clara’s reassurance, you did your best to move.

clara put her arms under yours as you held the bar behind your back. she squatted along with you, body behind yours as she spotted you.

you could only make it ten or so reps before you failed on the eleventh, much to your surprise, as it had never happened to you before. clara put her hands on your chest quickly, and helped you move the bar back up to the rack.

“sorry,” you whispered in a huff, face red from the tension your body had just undergone. clara’s front pressed to your back for just a moment, and you felt a little uncomfy. she had spotted you before while doing a back squat, but not once did you fail one, forcing her to really touch you like that.

“it’s okay, it’s okay. you did fine,” clara smiled. this time, she put a hand on your shoulder, way too close for comfort. and then, she murmured to you, her own face red. “i’m proud of you.”

oh, that was fucking it.

abby discarded her gym bag on the floor. she tossed it somewhere. she would grab it later. but she couldn’t fucking watch this anymore. who the hell did this girl think she was, hands all over you like that? and who knows what she was saying to you? that was abby’s fucking job.

and hers only.

“y/n,” an all too familiar voice said from your left, and you didn’t need to look to know who had spoken.

you were thinking, my savior, once abby’s voice filled your ears. but when your eyes moved to hers, you were sure your soul left your body.

because she looked pissed.

clara moved her hand off your shoulder, and you hated the way she did it—like the two of you had been doing way more than just working out.

“grab your shit, we’re leaving,” abby said firmly to you, and she couldn’t help but send a small glare clara’s way. you weren’t the only one feeling scared, because clara was pale as a ghost. she had known you had a girlfriend, obviously.

but it was abby fucking anderson?

neither you nor clara said a word as you packed up your gym bag. once you had, abby was grabbing you by the waist, and yanking you out of the gym, leaving clara far, far behind you.

“abs—“ you tried, you really fucking did. but abby didn’t want to hear it.

“not a fucking word.”

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manny knew better than to come back to the room once he saw abby eyeing you like that in the gym. it wouldn’t be the first, nor would it be the last, time that abby’s temper had ended in a room full of sex.

as soon as you were inside of the room, abby was grabbing your gym bag from your hands, tossing it far away, and kissing you aggressively. you responded with a whine, but let her, kissing her back with just as much passion. her hand gripped your neck as she all but slammed you onto the door, free hand running over your body like it was a temple she was born to worship.

really, it was.

abby put her free hand under your leg and held it up, pressing herself into you as her tongue battled yours. you moaned into her mouth as her grip on your neck compressed, her fingers digging into the soft skin of your thighs.

what a good day to have worn shorts…

when abby finally pulled back, your lips were spilling with drool, lips numb and plump from the belligerence in abby’s kisses. your whole face was hot, and abby’s face was red.

and, fuck, did she look mad.

abby smashed her lips back onto yours, and kissed you all the way to her bed. once there, she pushed you down onto it and got on top of you, her large thighs on either side of your lap.

if you weren’t in for it before, you surely were now.

abby reached her arm out to open the drawer of her bedside table, and it was only a moment or two before she was pulling out a very familiar item.

her strap.

“a- abs, wh- what are you—“ you began dumbly, way too curious to find out what it was she had in mind. but abby wasn’t feeling at all gracious.

you talk when she says you can.

“shut the fuck up,” abby damn near growled at you, the kind of tone she reserved for when she was really fucking angry. you had heard it many times before. when you were on a mission and battling scars. when issac reprimanded her for being careless in the field. when mel pissed her off one too many times.

bottom line, when shit didn’t go her way.

and the idea that she felt that way now both turned you on and scared the fuck out of you.

abby was quick to secure the strap’s harness to her waist. the view of the dildo attached to it always made your mouth fill with drool: black, veiny, seven and a half inches long. she’d made you cum with it so many times you lost count, and it was a million times better than the real thing.

especially when you had abby anderson on top of you, or behind you, or below you, encouraging you to take it like the good girl you were.

she grabbed your hips with fervor, forcing you to wrap your legs around her torso once your bottoms, and underwear, were out of her way. you let out a needy mewl as she slid the tip through your already wet folds, riling you up, just like that.

when your eyes closed as an answer, abby tutted, and moved one of her large hands down to grab you by the chin. “look at me,” she demanded.

and who the hell would you be to deny that?

your eyes were weak and needy as they met abby’s, pupils big with just a touch of fear, heart pounding in your ears. abby spoke firmly, and you could tell that she wasn’t playing around.

you had left fun and games behind the second you walked into this room.

“you’re gonna take this dick as much as i want you to, over and over again. n’ i’m gonna fuck you rough, ‘til you’re babbling out nonsense. do you hear me?”

your body felt paralyzed when those words left abby’s lips, her tone dripping in anger. you couldn’t manage much, and all you could do was nod. but she was not having that.

she squeezed down on your chin, which made you whimper out. “words.”

“y- yes, ma’am, i- i understand,” you weakly muttered out, and that seemed to suffice for her. abby let up on her grip, and her hand moved down from your chin to your lips.

“good. now suck.”

you didn’t delay. you opened your mouth for abby to push her fingers inside of it, index and ring beginning to fuck it. abby could feel your drool as she pumped the two fingers in and out of you, your tongue eagerly wrapping around them.

she doesn’t give a damn in the world as she pounds them to the back of your throat, making you gag, and your eyes close and roll back as she does so.

not for long.

“open your eyes. keep ‘em on me,” abby says in a rough tone, and you oblige a little too quickly. water’s already filling the corners of your eyes, and abby can see that when she looks at you.

and she’s barely begun.

“crying for me already, hm? why am i not surprised?” abby couldn’t help but mock you. you looked so feeble like this, choking on her fingers like the whore you were.

“i’d save your tears, honey. ‘cause there’s a lot more where this came from.”

just as you’re beginning to get used to the rough feeling of abby fucking your face with her fingers, she pulls them out, and you let out a small whimper of disapproval.

but it quickly blends into a moan.

her index and ring, the two fingers that you had just had your tongue around, that were soaked in your drool, pushed inside of you without so much as a warning.

“oh, f- fuck, abby,” you moaned as the suddenness of the moment took over your senses. your thighs clenched around her as she skillfully pumped her fingers in and out of your cunt, just as she had so many times in the past.

abby used her other hand to pry your thighs back open. “ah ah, baby. spread your legs for me.”

just when you figured this couldn’t get any more forceful, abby was pushing a third finger inside of you, her middle one, and using her thumb to rub your clit.

your response was way too fast as you grabbed one of abby’s broad shoulders, digging your fingernails into the freckled skin on it. you let out a loud moan as your eyes squeezed shut, letting it all sink in. three of abby’s fingers deep inside of you, pumping in and out of your wet pussy as she thumbed your clit like a fucking pro.

“fuckfuckfuck,” you groaned, and, god, did abby like that. barely begun with you, and you were already drunk off her touch.

but then again, that’s how it always went.

“look at you, fucking soaked for me. needy bitch,” abby degraded you mercilessly as she curled her fingers inside of you, easily hitting your g-spot.

“mmph, abby…” you could barely manage.

“hush,” she said harshly. your gaze moved up to hers as she fingered you, her usual pale blue eyes big, pupils enlarged. it was clear that she wasn’t letting up any time soon. “don’t talk unless i say you can.”

you didn’t.

abby had you soaking her fingers in your release soon enough, your orgasm spilling over you. she pulled her fingers out of you and moved them to her lips, leaving not even one drop behind as she sucked them dry. the view filled your abdomen with butterflies: that was for damn sure.

if this is how she made you feel with your fingers, you could hardly imagine her dick.

and abby didn’t delay. you didn’t get even a second to process before she was lining the tip of the silicone toy to your cunt, and pushing into you forcefully.

“abby, w- wait, fuck. t- too soon,” you whimpered, but you knew abby didn’t give a shit about what you had to say. she shushed you with her hand, putting her fingers past your lips once more.

“don’t care. you’re gonna take this cock like a good fucking girl,” she emphasized the word as she thrust into you hard. “and i don’t wanna hear shit. got that?”

you nodded, and didn’t try to speak again. you just did what abby wanted you to, sucking on her long fingers to keep you occupied while she pounded into your pussy.

“clara can’t fuck you this good, can she, baby?” abby rasped as each thrust grew more ravenous, both fingers pushing deeper.

so that’s what this was all about. well, really, you figured as much. you knew clara’s behavior would somehow bite you in the ass. but now that you had abby’s words to confirm it, you couldn’t be more sure.

you did what you could to shake your head, but let’s be real. it was abby fucking anderson. speechlessness was never an answer in her books. she took her fingers out of your mouth for the last time, eager to hear you talk now.

“say it.”

“n- no, abby. s’just you. s’only you,” your tongue slurred as the words left your lips, and abby couldn’t help but get off on the way you were speaking, a smug smirk on her face.

“mmhm. only i get to fuck this pretty pussy of yours, y’hear me?” abby let out in a grunt, her drool covered hand settling onto your neck, squeezing down. she was fucking you hard, no mercy as her hips thrust aggressively, pushing herself as deep inside of you as she could possibly go.

you were more than okay with that.

“y- yes, ma’am,” you let out a groan of your own as abby rutted her hips into you, eyes locked on hers. “i’m yours. a- all yours.”

you were a whining and whimpering mess as abby gave you a nod of approval, hand gripping your neck like it was her lifeline. “that’s a good whore. mine and no one else’s.”

“how do you think days like today make me feel, huh? fucking bitch with her hands all over you, gawking at you like you’re hers. well, let me tell you somethin’,” abby snarls. she pulls out of you, tip pressed to your folds, and for a moment, you think she’s going to make you beg for her to fuck you once more. but just like that, she’s slamming back inside, going, arguably, deeper than she had before.

“she doesn’t get to have you. no one’s ever gonna fuck you this good. no one’s ever gonna love you like i do. you’re all fucking mine, like it or not. got that?”

you’re not surprised by the aggression in her tone, but, damn, is she pissed. you can feel her anger seep into your skin as she fucks you like a toy, addresses you like a doll.

and you let her.

“m’sorry, abby, m’so sorry. i know i’m yours. i’m yours, swear to god i am. m’so sorry,” you moan dumbly as she squeezes your neck.

which you’re sure will have marks to show for it tomorrow.

“i know you are, baby,” abby rasps. her hand moves from her neck to your thigh now, and she digs her fingernails into it as she slams into you. “and you fucking should be.”

and again, abby has you cumming, her name rolling off your tongue like music as, this time, it’s her cock you soak in your release. “there you go, honey. know you like when i fuck this pussy like this. that’s it,” abby whispered.

your brain was way too foggy with the aggression of this session with your girlfriend to get your words out properly.

what was is it that abby had said about making you babble again?

“f- fuck, abby. oh, fuck,” you whined, body tired from receiving your second orgasm that evening. but abby was nowhere near done with you: both of you knew that.

abby didn’t speak as she pulled herself out of you, grabbing you by the hips and flipping your body over, so that you were no longer on your back. she forced you onto all fours, your ass poking up into the air. she yanks your bottoms fully off of you from behind, underwear following, and settles her hands onto your ass.

“abby, come on, please,” you all but cry out. you’re not sure how much you can take, not when it’s so sudden, anyway. abby’s anger is slowly going away, your caring girlfriend coming back little by little. but you weren’t quite there yet.

“you’ve got one more in you, baby, i know you do,” abby says softly, and she circles her thumbs over your ass. the move is almost loving.

“and you’re gonna take it, like the good slut you are. mkay?”

like you said. almost.

you grumble, but you can’t say no. not only did you not want to, but when it came to abby, that was one of the last things on your mind. probably. . .not a good idea. so, “mkay,” is what you say in response.

“good girl. can fuck you better like this, anyway,” abby hums. she begins to take your shirt off, and you lift your arms up to help her remove you tank top. and then, who’s surprised, she unhooks your bra with ease, discarding it on the floor somewhere.

the feeling’s familiar as abby pushes inside of your aching pussy once more. you’re sore and tired, brain fucked out from abby’s belligerence. but you need her, just as much as you need the very oxygen in your lungs.

and she needs you.

as if this isn’t enough, her arms move under yours, and squeeze each of your tits. it quickly reminds you of the way clara spotted you earlier, because that was one of the very things that had caused this in the first place.

but this felt so much better.

your eyes rolled back into your head as abby rubbed hard circles into your nipples, eager and needy to get you off for the third time in a row. she knew it wouldn’t be long now. each time she fucked you like this, round after round, your orgasms came in quick successions.

literally.

abby was pushing into your g-spot once again, and the feeling of it all was almost too much. if she wanted you to babble, then she got it: because there was no other way to describe the words spilling from your lips.

“a- abby, fuck, please don’t stop. you feel s- so good, f- fuck, please.” you weren’t making any sense by now, at least not to yourself. but abby knew what you wanted.

because she knew just how to please you.

“keep moaning, baby. you sound adorable,” abby chuckled as she fucked you, hips pushing deep into a spot you didn’t even know you had. “all cockdrunk off this dick, like the whore you are. my whore.”

she just had to add that. for good measure.

“tell me how much you like it. tell me how much you like it when i pound your pussy like this.”

you were licking your lips in the neediest way as she pressed her thumbs into your tits. you couldn’t help but push yourself back into her, that fucking needy for her. “i- i love it, abby. love it so much, fuck. you fuck me so good.”

abby moved one of her hands back from your tit and onto your ass, and gave you a small spank there. “fuck, yeah, i do. never gonna get it this good from anyone else, are you, baby? not clara, not any other bitch. just me, yeah?”

“mmph, mhm,” you murmured, and, fuck, were you on the brink. of course no one else could fuck you like this. no one could fuck like this period. some days, you wished the world could see just what abby anderson had to offer.

but that would involve a hell of a lot of sharing that you didn’t want to do.

“aw, i’m fucking you dumb, huh, baby? can’t even get a word out. dumb fucking slut,” abby smirked, slapping your ass one more time, then massaging the red mark with her thumb. “who do you belong to, hm?”

abby wasn’t wrong. your brain was fogged up, cloudy as she slammed into you from the back, and you couldn’t even see as your eyes rolled back into your head for the millionth time over. your words came out messy, drunken, incoherent. “i- i b—i’m—yours, i b- belong to—to you.”

you could feel your third orgasm bubbling up inside of you as abby pounded you from the back, and she had both hands on your tits once more, gripping both of them as she thumbed at your nipples. your face was hot, your lewd moans filling the room to the brim, as abby filled you.

“f- fuck, abby, don’t stop,” you whimpered out, and you had never sounded so broken before. “g- gonna cum.”

well, that much was obvious.

abby didn’t hold you back. she encouraged you with each thrust of her hips, every one increasing in speed with each second that passed by. she was a pro at this, and she knew it.

“that’s it, honey. cum on my cock, loud, like you mean it. wanna hear you scream for me,” she said with a small grunt, and she said it like it was a demand.

you obeyed.

you were yelling your girlfriend’s name as white spilled all over the silicone that was her dick, a series of pornographic moans falling from your swollen lips. your expression was just that, too: lewd, broken, because you had never been fucked like that in your life.

for the last time, abby pulled out of you, and unsecured the harness around her torso. once she put it to the side, she couldn’t help but put her fingers to your pussy for the last time, scooping a bit of your white release onto them. you shuddered as she did so, and looked behind you, just to see her suck her fingers off.

you lay limp on the bed as abby got up to grab a small towel. gingerly, she began to wipe your body clean, beginning with your thighs. she kissed up them as she did it, and it was so, so different to the way she had been manhandling you mere seconds beforehand.

that was abby for you.

once you were both clean, abby laid down beside you, and pulled you close to her body. she put her hands on your waist, and pressed a kiss to your forehead as you snuggled into her broad chest. you didn’t even feel awkward about the fact that you were the only one naked.

if abby didn’t care, then neither did you.

“you okay, baby? wasn’t too rough with you, was i?” abby asked, her thumb circling your cheek. you smiled up at her, a rush of butterflies soaring inside your abdomen at the small rasp in the way she cooed.

“no, abs. not at all. i mean, i always knew you got jealous, but—wow,” you couldn’t help your giggle.

abby feigned annoyance by giving you an eye roll, but you could tell that she was just being playful. besides, it’s not like she could deny the fact. so she smirked. “what can i say? you just have that effect on me. besides, you have to admit—clara was way too close for comfort.”

“mmhm,” you hum.

“but maybe that was a good thing.”

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reblogs are very much welcomed <3

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[atomicami]

vengeance.

roommate!abby anderson x fem!reader

- summary: you’re tired of dealing with your boyfriend’s awful habits. when he ends up crossing the line with you one day, you decide to get back at him, and your not-so-innocent roommate has the perfect way to do it.

- content: smut MDNI, no outbreak/modern au, reader and abby are roommates, reader has a shitty boyfriend, slight mentions of alcohol consumption and partying, infidelity/cheating, sex tape/amateur porn, kinda roughdom!abby, strap usage (r!receiving), abby referring to the strap as her cock, slight choking, daddy kink, abby hits it from the back, oral & fingering (r!receiving), pussy slapping, squirting, aftercare at the end ofc

- author’s note: hi everyone!! so i decided to do my very first collab with none other than the amazingly talented @whore4abby, i’m so grateful to have done this with you!!

also, consider this fic as our 1k special from us to you. thank you so much for all the love and support you’ve given to the both of us 🤍 we hope you enjoy it!!

you don’t really know how you got yourself to this point.

well, you do, actually…but you didn’t know how this could have possibly escalated so fast.

it was just a silly little conversation at first. you were simply venting to your roommate, abby about your boyfriend for what was probably the millionth time now.

“ugh, i just can’t believe him!” you exclaimed to her as you frantically paced around your room. “i told him to make the best impression to meet my parents last weekend and what does he do?! he shows up to the restaurant thirty minutes late smelling like alcohol. how can he be so…so inconsiderate?!”

you’ve been in an on-again, off-again relationship with your boyfriend for about a year now. everything went fine with the two of you at first, but now it somehow just progressed to where you both can’t even make it a week without breaking up.

abby is sat at the foot of your bed, nodding in acknowledgement as you continued to ramble to her about your asshole boyfriend. you truly couldn’t ask for a better friend like her to listen to all of your problems about this, because unlike abby, you knew that anyone else you might know couldn’t withstand having to hear about the same person every damn day of the week.

“i seriously think i’m gonna break up with him now, for good this time.” you tell her with confidence.

abby lets out a sigh and rolls her eyes at your statement. “isn’t that what you said the last fifteen times though?” she asked, further manspreading on your bed before pulling her phone out of her pocket to scroll through it.

“i know, i know,” you said, continuing to pace around your room. “he’s done so much stupid shit lately, but this is honestly the final straw for me. who knows how much worse he could get if i—“

“hey, um…you might wanna see this.” abby says, showing you her phone screen. “isn’t that him?”

“what? what are you—“ your words drift off for a moment. you take a step towards her to take a closer look at her phone. it was an instagram story that her friend manny had posted, containing a video of some frat party happening right now and you could visibly see a girl grinding and making out with your boyfriend, clear as day.

now that was really the last straw for you.

“that asshole…” you mutter quietly to yourself as you watched the story again.

to be honest, you weren’t even that upset about it. well, you were, but not to where you’d be in tears crying over him. but rather, you had an urge to try to get back at him somehow. you wanted to retaliate against him. you wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.

you wanted to give him vengeance.

“i seriously can’t believe him right now,” you tell abby again as you hand the phone back to her. “you know, i’m not even upset that he cheated on me, i just…” you pause for a moment to take a deep breath. “i just wish i could get back at him, give him some sort of payback you know?”

“yeah, i get you.” abby replies before looking back down at her phone. “you know…i think i might have an idea to get back at him…show that asshole what he’s missing…” she said, flipping her phone around to eye at the camera for a moment before looking back up at you.

“really?” you asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity as you took another step towards her. “i’m down for whatever, what did you have in mind?”

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and that’s how you got to where you were now, as if it had happened in a matter of seconds.

“c’mon, baby… look at the camera for me.” abby murmured to you from behind.

you laid at the center of your bed, bare body sprawled out with your ass up and abby’s thick, black strap nestled deep inside your wet cunt.

you didn’t want to admit it, but the stretch that abby’s cock had in you was overbearing. you really thought you’d take it, you told her so yourself. but now that you were feeling every single inch inside you, from base to tip—you were very, very wrong. you’re trying as best as you can to follow abby’s commands, but the immense length and girth of her strap has you feeling dizzy.

one of her hands reaches down under your stomach and makes its way up to your neck. “you really want me to repeat myself right now, princess?” she says in a firm tone, keeping her grip on your neck. “i said, look at the camera for me.”

“oh, fuck—“ you whimper to yourself as chills start to go through your spine. your whole body is fucking trembling and abby still has yet to move her cock inside you.

you try to lift your head up, looking straight into the camera on abby’s phone that was currently propped up in front of the two of you, the most dumbfounded expression was stricken on your face at the moment. you were already so cockdrunk and it clearly shows.

“atta girl…would you look at that?” abby says, looking into the camera with you as well. “see how pretty your girlfriend looks on my cock? she’s already drunk and i haven’t even started moving yet…not so bad for a girl if i do say so myself.” she continues narrating into the camera. “i’ll show you how it’s really done, yeah?”

and with that she began to start moving, painfully slow to say the least. you felt her hand let go of its grip on your neck and move to your hip, gripping it tightly as she kept slowly thrusting her cock inside you.

“you like that, princess? like how my cock feels inside you?” she asks in between her thrusts.

you end up mumbling something into the sheets, and abby could’ve sworn that you were calling her a name. her hand quickly returns back to your neck, lifting you up and pulling you back towards her as she kept her cock inside you. “what did you just call me? tell me what you just said.” she says in a stern tone, slowly tightening her grip on your neck.

“f-feels so good, d-daddy…” you slur out to her, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the tip of the strap gently presses against your g spot.

the smirk on abby’s face grew wider as she heard you call her that name. it was like music to her ears, and she couldn’t help but play along with it. “yeah? does it feel good, princess? does daddy’s cock feel good inside that little pussy of yours?” she asks, receiving a whiny nod from you in response.

abby looks into the camera and lets out a quiet groan at the sight of the two of you on her phone screen. “oh fuck, you’re not wrong…let’s take a closer look there, shall we?” she says, keeping your body up against hers with one hand as she moves forward and grabs her phone with the other. you look down as she brings the front camera down to both of your lower bodies where the strap was connecting it. now keeping her bicep firm on your upper body, she snakes her hand down to your gushing pussy, spreading its puffy lips open with two fingers in front of the camera.

“would you look at that…” she murmurs, bringing the camera closer. “that pussy’s practically crying all over my cock. does he ever get you this wet, princess?”

“n-no…” you whine out, shaking your head. “he doesn’t…”

“oh, poor thing…” she murmurs from behind, reaching down to rub your throbbing clit. “seems like you need daddy to take care of you, yeah?”

“y-yes, daddy, please…n-need you to fuck me…”

abby gently lowers you back down onto your bed before setting her phone back to its original spot, screen still fixed on the both of you. she places a hand onto each of your hips, gripping them tightly as she begins to slowly thrust her cock into your pussy.

as abby began to fuck you, you were now buried into the sheets again, releasing muffled moans and whines with every thrust of abby’s hips. in that moment, your boyfriend, and all of the fights and encounters you’ve had with him were the last things on your mind. you didn’t care about him. you didn’t even care about the video, knowing that he’ll be watching it soon. all that was on your mind now was abby and the large piece of black silicone stretching you open.

“does that feel good, baby?” she asks, slowly speeding up her pace. “c’mon baby, why don’t you tell him how it feels?”

you muster up the energy to at least turn your head to the side to respond. “f-feels amazing, daddy…b-best cock i’ve ever had…” you slur back to her, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure as you fist the sheets tightly.

“you hear that?” she says into the camera. “it’s not even real, yet it’s the best cock she’s ever had…bet it’s bigger than whatever you have going on down there too…”

you continue to whine into the sheets, weakly pushing your hips back against abby’s cock as a sign for her to speed it up. “f-faster daddy…p-please…” you whine out to her.

abby looks back down to what was below her, that same smirk growing onto her freckled face once again. “would you look at that, she’s already so eager for more…” she murmurs to herself, tightening her grip onto your hips as she began to thrust into you faster than before.

“oh f-f-fuck—“ you moan out, turning your head back to see her and watching her smirk get bigger again as she admires your drunk, fucked out expression. “don’t look at me now…” she tells you before pointing at her phone. “look at the camera. look at him. tell him how good i’m fucking you.”

despite how heavy your eyelids were getting, you try to keep your vision straight, looking into the camera for as long as you could. “s-s-she’s fucking me s-so good…b-better than y-you��” you slur out into the camera before letting your head drop back down into the sheets.

“you hear that? i’m a better fuck to her than you’ll ever be.” she narrates to the camera, still continuing her fast thrusts inside you. “can’t believe you’re letting a girl beat you at your own game, man.”

it didn’t take long for that feeling to build up inside you. abby had only been fucking you for less than five minutes, and you were already about to cum now.

“a-abby, fuck—g-gonna cum n-now…” you whimper out to her, bringing a trembling hand to hold hers from behind. abby instantly swats your hand away and brings her hand down to your ass to slap it, the sting causing you to flinch a bit. “that’s not my name, princess. you wanna try that again?” she asks you, still not stopping her fast pace.

“fuck, daddy!” you exclaimed, tightening your grip on the sheets to stabilize yourself. “p-please daddy…n-need to cum so bad…”

“there we go, that sounds better now…” she replies, looking back to the camera before back down at you. “go ahead, babygirl…cum for daddy.”

your grip gets even tighter on the sheets, and your cunt begins to clench down hard on the strap before cumming with a loud muffled moan, completely coating abby’s black strap with your release.

“holy fuck…” abby groans out from behind, now slowing down her pace. without pulling out just yet, she leans over to grab her phone, stopping the video and flipping the camera to the back to record a new one. “would you look at that…” she murmurs, zooming in on your lower body, particularly on the white ring that was being formed on her strap.

she then points the camera to the very back of you where your pussy was before slowly pulling her strap out of your fucked out cunt. abby lets out another groan as she watches your pussy clench and spill out your thick release, quickly running two of her fingers over it to pick it up. you whimper and whine due to the sensitivity from her thick fingertips, but you still oblige and let her do it.

“look how fucking good this pussy looks…” abby murmurs to the camera. “you know, i heard her tell me that you refuse to eat her out…” she says, pausing for a moment to suck her fingers clean before continuing. “you’re definitely a fucking idiot, to say the least. who wouldn’t want to get a taste of this sweet girl?”

you hear abby stop the recording on her phone, letting out a breath of relief as you set the rest of your body back down onto the bed. you’re already fucked out as is, and you feel the slumber slowly starting to take over you.

however, you didn’t get to have much of it now that abby has shaken you awake again. “lie back on the bed, i’m not done with you just yet.”

“w-what?” you say weakly, fully blinking your eyes open. “i-isn’t that one enough already?” you ask, pointing to her phone.

abby shakes her head in response. “nope, we still have one more video to make…and you’re holding the camera this time.”

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you take the phone into your shaky hands, almost dropping it in the process before steadying it, abby's eyes practically burning through the camera lens as you angle your phone to film her between your legs, she slaps her hand against your folds and you whine out her name, "keep it fuckin’ steady, you hear me?"

your grip tightens on the phone and you try to keep it as steady as possible as she connects her warm mouth onto your clit, flicking her tongue up and down it a couple times, before drawing back and looking into the camera. "you see what you're missing out on, huh?" she tsks and shakes her head slightly. you draw your bottom lip between your teeth as she sinks back between your legs.

she presses her tongue to your sensitive folds as she messily kisses and licks at your pussy, groaning as she tastes you. her fingertips find your clit, rubbing circles over it as she slurps up your juices. the phone starts to slip from your grasp and abby shakes her head mockingly, slapping her hand straight down onto your pussy, fingertips smacking at your clit cruelly. "i'm not telling you again, keep that camera on me or imma keep slapping this pussy." she drawls, voice low and demanding as her gaze shifts from the camera lens to look straight into your half-lidded eyes. her stern tone has you nodding your head immediately in fear of another sharp slap.

her fingers start to slide into your entrance, slick squelching around them as she thrusts them in and out. her lips move up to suck at your swollen clit, with more purpose this time around as she feels you clenching around her fingers. "lemme hear you baby. c'mon, let it out. let him hear how good i'm making you feel." she whispers, thrusting her fingers in and out faster. she lifts her head and smirks up at you, clearly waiting for you to cum for her.

your back arches up into her and her free hand slides between your legs, roughly rubbing your wet folds as her tongue flutters over your clit, bringing you over the edge. your thighs tremble as they clamp around her blonde head which gives her no other option than to keep her head buried between your legs, sucking on your clit as you ride out your high and start to cum on her face.

her fingers continue to plunge in and out of you at practically record speed, fingertips curling against every inch of your g-spot and without warning, a stream of juices spurts from your pussy to soak her fingers and her face. she slides her fingers from your entrance, holding them up for you to see that they're covered in your juices, glistening in the light.

"look at the mess you made." she chuckles as she looks up and notices the look of absolute shock on your face as you realise what just happened.

"never done that before, huh?" she raises an eyebrow. "nuh uh." you pant out, feeling the need to pinch yourself as there is absolutely no way in hell she just made you squirt. "he's never made me do that....like ever." you giggle.

your head is still reeling as she lays you comfortably up against the pillows before she quickly fetches a washcloth from the en-suite bathroom. she returns less than a minute later, warm washcloth in hand, and starts to clean you up between your legs doting to your every need and want so soothingly, kissing at your thighs and stomach sporadically whilst doing so.

she eventually lends you one of her t-shirts to wear, gently holding your arms above your head, the soft material grazing against your skin. she climbs into bed beside you, the two of you bundled up under the thick sheets, snuggled up into her arms as your scroll through the footage taken on your phone. abby rubs her hand up your spine softly before pulling you tightly against her as she smirks at you, "gimme his number, i wanna send the footage to him."

you giggle and hand her your phone as she quickly copies down his phone number from your contacts into her own with a couple taps of her screen before opening up a text conversation with the new contact. she attaches the videos and starts to type out a message which reads:

"took care of your girl for you tonight...looks like she likes me better, don't you think?"

you shake your head and give her a little amused smile as you see the sheer look of smugness filling her flushed face, "that'll fuckin’ teach him." before pressing send and placing her phone face down on the bed in front of you.

it’s safe to say that thanks to abby’s bright idea, you were successfully able to give your boyfriend the vengeance that he deserved after all. as abby pulls you in closer to her chest, you get the feeling that this won’t be the last time you’ll do this with her.

and by the looks of it, you’ve found a new habit of your own to enjoy too.

2024 © atomicami & whore4abby | all rights reserved. do not copy, modify, or translate any of our works.

[agendabymooner]

keeper ! alex a. x ofc (kpop idol!ofc)

"and she my backup like to say she was my plan b. kinda ironic 'cause with her, i'd start a family."

summary: in which polly jintara berkshire, whose friend was an ex of an f1 driver, juggles her role as a blackpink member and alex albon's girlfriend. OR this is just a series of photos showing how down bad the couple are for one another ❤️

content warning: chatfic + tweets, use of explicit language, a lot of dirty jokes (nothing graphic), alex albon is a blink, references to stormzy songs, fluff

note: the title and quote is referring to my favourite tobi and manny song. anyway enjoy xx (i hope my jokes are funny enough)

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tagged blackpinkofficial, boamckinnon, thepolsci

liked by nicholaslatifi, jennierubyjane, roses_are_rosie

alex_albon kicking my feet when thepolsci pointed and winked at me tbh 😍😩 have my kids pinned by alex_albon

thepolsci no U HAVE MY KIDS 🥰 liked by alex_albon

landonorris absolutely shameless

georgerussell63 this isn't who we are, alex 🤦‍♂️

user1 bro who did you even go with 😭

alex_albon latifi 😊

user2 WHAT ARE YALL DOING IN A BLACKPINK CONCERT EVEN 😭

user3 alexander albon, driver on sundays and a blink every other day 💖

user4 lad i think it's a spider not a snake?

user5 shhhh don't ruin it for him. he's just being himself &lt;3

user6 i just want him to show up one of these days in an interview and begin bonking the other drivers with his light stick like pLEASE ALEX

williamsracing cool stuff alex, but why didn't you take me there -logan liked by alex_albon

alex_albon big kids only, sorry mate. i'll bring the merch to you tho!

tagged thepolsci, ygentertainment, blackpinkofficial

liked by jennierubyjane, boamckinnon, logansargeant

user1 NO ALEX YOU LOOK COOL NEXT TO HER

user2 we gotta humble him- booooo get back in the car albono

charles_leclerc tell her she's very cool liked by alex_albon

alex_albon she doesn't need reminder 😎

jennierubyjane do we go to you for free marketing?

alex_albon no, you'd have to give me pols for the whole year then i can do free advertising

williamsracing this is not what your pr manager taught you and you know that alex

roses_are_rosie don't worry, your level of coolness heightened a little! liked by alex_albon

alex_albon phew! i thought i brought her down to my level tbh

thepolsci don't say that to yourself, you utter dickhead

alex_albon ily

user3 YES ALEX!!!! STREAM MONEY FOR CLEAR SKIN

alex_albon my real skincare routine is money on loop 🎼

thepolsci when we reach 8 figures you can have my kids liked by alex_albon

alex_albon are we talking combined salary for the next few years bc we can start the process now???

oscarpiastri touch grass

logansargeant this is not who we are alex

tagged thepolsci

liked by pierregasly, lance_stroll, danielricciardo

user1 MAN IS THIRSTY

user2 AND HE'S OWNING HIS THIRSTINESS

user3 now this- this is the standard

user4 are you talking about the picture or the guy who posted it?

user3 yes.

thepolsci screaming crying wailing

thepolsci on my knees frfr 😩😭 liked by alex_albon

alex_albon stay there 😇🏃‍♂️

user5 ALEX ?!!!

user6 MAN IS DOWN BAD

user7 if my gf is a baddie and a keeper i'd be down bad too 😭🤭 don't make fun of my boy like that

tagged alex_albon

liked by logansargeant, roses_are_rosie, jennierubyjane

user1 tbh a trip to paris doesn't hurt 🤔

user2 i want him or i want to be him idk 🧐

user3 ain't no way these two just made stormzy references on their posts

user4 girl serenaded alex with sidemen diss tracks before it's no wonder she posted this with a uk rap song 😭

user5 THAT'S PEAK LMFAO

alex_albon never!!!! liked by thepolsci

thepolsci ily bitch

alex_albon aren't you the sweetest 😩

thepolsci say it back 🥲

alex_albon thx buddy 🤩

thepolsci nvm i h8 you

user6 this is an emotional rollercoaster wtf 😭😭

[sl-ut]

sweet cliches

THE RELATIONSHIP II

pairing: college!abby anderson x fem!preppy!reader

description: more relationship hcs

warnings: small mentions of smut, alcohol, and drugs

date posted: 18/04/23

series masterlist

abby is clingy af

like she's under the impression that everything can be a two person job if she puts her mind to it

always got a hand on y/n in some way. ik i've said before that she's not a big pda person but she definitely loves physical touch so there's always some kind of contact going on.

y/n is a certified passenger princess

abby doesn't mind letting y/n drive every once in a while, but i hc that abby genuinely really likes driving (i love driving so i'm just projecting here)

she likes letting y/n scroll through spotify on her phone and picking out the best songs for that moment, one hand tucked against her thigh, and allowing her to pop snacks into her mouth for her while she drove

is also super strict when she's driving

like got really mad that one time y/n tried to initiate some spicy time while she was driving, or refusing to even pull out of her parking spot until y/n in buckled

abby is a bookworm

she definitely doesn't seem the type at first, but she likes to make sure that she's reading a little bit everyday, whether it's a novel, a textbook, or a news article

but she's a big fan of reading real-life stories

y/n gifts her a kindle for christmas one year and she literally uses it everyday

i've mentioned before that abby loves taking care of y/n, but don't let that fool you into thinking that she doesn't like being spoiled from time to time.

just because she's a big beefy woman doesn't mean she doesn't wanna be treated like a delicate little creature every once in a while

y/n quickly figures out that she loves doing self care with her

she had just brought her stuff along on movie night once, figuring that she was comfortable enough to put on the lumpy green mask in front of her a month into the relationship

abby was a little caught off guard when y/n offered her some, but she enjoyed it more than she wanted to admit.

she likes when y/n gives her massages after tough practices, especially when she uses the special lotion that smells so freaking good and was definitely more expensive than it was really worth

my girl loves when y/n joins her at the gym. i mentioned before that she would encourage her to go every once an a while, but she also likes when she just comes along for company.

she usually goes with manny, who was a little confused the first time that y/n showed up just to watch, but quickly started to tease her when he recognized the glint in her eyes when she watched abby's muscled ripple under the ridiculously heavy weights

i've mentioned before that abby doesn't get drunk often, but when she does, it's a wild ride

y/n only witnessed abby drunk drunk once while they were in college, which was after her team won the championship game

by the time y/n showed up to the after party with some of her friends, abby was already eight drinks deep and absolutely smashed.

she was on the look out for her girlfriend, and when she saw her, she resembled a golden retriever at the return of their owner

she immediately curled herself around her. y/n was pressed to her chest, on her lap, or curled under her bulging bicep at all times, and abby was pressing soft kisses along her exposed skin the whole time

y/n is the dd that night, and is forced to deal with abby as she all but mauled y/n the moment that they were back in her apartment

she managed to get her into the bedroom, but the moment that abby's head hit the pillow, she was out

when it comes to her friends, she can understand that y/n may not be their biggest fans

owen, especially. ofc she already knew nora and mel, and who didn't like manny?? but they were all a very acquired taste, she could understand that maybe they weren't always the most welcoming to her in the beginning

if owen ever made y/n uncomfortable, she would give him a private talking to; she knew y/n would be embarrassed if she knew that abby felt the need to take care of the issue on her own

she likes doing very domestic things together

she needs shampoo? she's sending an omw text. y/n wants fast food close to midnight? abby's doordashing. one of them has a haircut? the other is there for moral support.

she comes from money, and while she's grateful for being privileged, she also has a hard time understanding what it might have been like for y/n to have grown up in lower-income household

she tries not to be too flashy with her money. she likes to spoil her girl from time but sometimes she has a hard time knowing when being generous turns into feeling more condescending

she understand that y/n might want to be more financially independent and will try to lay off, but she'll always still offer to help her when she knows that money is a little tighter than usual

her dad loves y/n. he was worried for abby for a bit after she began college because she was a generally very intense person, and he feared that she would burn herself out very quickly. he was delighted to see how much more relaxed abby is now that they're together; not to say that she's still not intense, but she is definitely more balanced in how she uses her freetime

she takes y/n on a group trip to hawaii to celebrate their graduation. some of her friends may not have been super glad to see her come along, but their so's had all been invited so abby couldn't care less

plus, she got to see y/n in a bathing suit everyday, so any complaints were well worth it

she's an absolute sucker when it comes to y/n being angry with her

the biggest upset that they had to deal with was one of those few times that abby indulged herself in an extra few drinks and y/n caught her spilling some intimate details about them to her friends; much more explicit than any normal girl-talk, not to mention the fact that she was revealing this all to her bros, not even just mel and nora

she had to suck up to her for a week just to get her to spend the night with her again, but abby quickly learned her lesson

i don't want it to seem like abby is being controlled by y/n, or like y/n wears the pants in the relationship, because that's a stupid idea that does not apply to this relationship. THERE ARE NO PANTS! if anything, it's a pair of socks where they each wear one, it's simply the fact that abby is absolutely whipped for her girl and doesn't want her to be angry with her

y/n is equally as whipped though, always cheering her through difficult times and doing little things to make her life easier. they were both a little rough around the edges, but that's what made them understand and be there for each other <3

[kilojulietsierra]

Where He Belongs - Part Two (Mayans Manny x Wife)

So, I really loved the first part of this and I am so happy to see y'all did too! Same as in Part One wife can be read as OFC or female reader.

Warnings: 18+ only, flashback to a conversation, smutty smut, dirty talk, vaginal and anal fingering, unprotected sex, married sex, happily married Manny, Bella makes an appearance, mentions of future/potential pregnancy

Part Two

It was still dark when Manny woke up the next morning and his wife was still sound asleep in the bed next to him. He waited for his eyes to adjust and then checked the faint red numbers of the alarm clock, still more than an hour before they would have to wake Bella up for school.

He listened to the soft, steady breathing next to him and though it was comforting he could not lull himself back to sleep. Instead his mind wandered, back to Santo Padre.

Not to the events of their civil war or to the unrest between clubs, but to a conversation he had with the older Reyes brother.

~~~~ flashback~~~~

Manny was camped on the couch on the front porch, sipping his beer and texting with his wife. He was grinning at a selfie she had just sent of her and Bella when the door to the clubhouse opened and Angel Reyes walked out.

"What are you grinnin' at your fuckin' phone for?" Angel lit a cigarette as he approached.

Manny chuckled and shook his head, "Busted." He took a sip of his beer and tilted the phone so Angel could see, "My girls."

Angel leaned over to look, out of decency more than interest, until he actually saw Manny's wife, "Damn."

"Mhmm." Manny grinned and locked the phone and shoved it in is his pocket. They stayed in silence a minute.

Manny noticed the awkwardness of the moment but was observant enough to know that Angel hadn't left yet for a reason.

Halfway through his cigarette Reyes spoke up again, "She one of the club girls?"

With a laugh Manny shook his head, "Nah, I known her since I was a teenager. Never had nothin' to do with all this till we got together." He took another sip of his beer, "She grew up on a ranch on the border, but her uncle runs a mechanic shop in town. She worked the front counter all through high school. Now she does the books and runs the office for him." He chuckled, "I bought this old piece of shit, junker car my junior year 'cause she had just started helpin' him out. I don't even know how much money I spent on that piece of shit buying parts just so I could talk to her a minute or two."

"That's just sad." Angel scoffed but settled against the railing. "That's some real, sickly sweet, high school sweetheart shit."

Manny laughed, "Nah, don't get it twisted, she didn't give two shits about me back then. Just another punk ass kid wastin' her time."

"She come around though when you patched in?" Angel assumed the bad boy vibe won her over eventually. Sucking his teeth Manny shook his head, "We were just barely talkin' finally when I prospected in. She didn't hate on it but said she didn't really understand it either. I still don't think she was planning on sticking around at that point." Manny hid another smile against the mouth of his beer bottle. "She'd got to know some of the guys, few of their old ladies, how the club thing worked. By the time we got pregnant I think she finally had figured out they were like a surrogate family for me."

"You knock her up on accident?" Angel snarked at the other Mayan but secretly was hoping Manny might have some more 'sage advice'.

"Shit, any of us ever do it on purpose?" They both laughed, "I wasn't even old enough to buy my own beer, she was in her first month of college... last thing we planned on was havin' a baby."

"That when y'all got married?"

"Fuck no!" Manny threw his head back with another laugh, "I mean listen, I tried, but she wasn't havin' it." He shook his head and kicked his feet up on the porch rail. "Once we got done panicking, we talked it out, she decided she wanted to keep it, I knew I wanted her and the baby, so I did the right thing." Another smile, "And she shot me right the fuck down."

Angel furrowed his brow, "For real?"

"Mhmmm..." Angel was confused, flabbergasted, "But y'all are married?"

"Yeah, only took me like five damn tries!" Manny was enjoying retelling the story too much. He had softened up and felt like oversharing. "Our little girl was standin' up, saying 'mami', 'papi' before we actually got married." With a chuckle he added, a little softer, "The first time I asked her, right after she decided she wanted to keep the baby, she looked me dead in the eye and said, 'Emanuel, I love you, but I can't marry you. We aren't ready yet.' And every time I asked her after that she said the same thing, 'Not yet."

"You put up with all that? Stuck around?" Angel still squinted, brow furrowed, cigarette forgotten.

"Fuck yes I did. I knew we were the real deal. Lookin' back she was right. We were stupid kids tryin' to raise a kid. We didn't know what the fuck we were doing. But, we loved each other, we both knew that, and we loved our little girl. We mighta done some shit out of sequence, but we figured it out, and we're stronger and smarter for it."

Angel found himself nodding repeatedly, mind racing, "And so she just... is okay with all this shit? I mean she had your kid, she married you. Now she's stuck at home with the kid, by herself, while you're a state away doin' some outlaw shit."

Manny snorted, "My lady man, I hope you get to meet her one of these days, then you'll see. Her life don't revolve around me and the shit I get up to, she's got her own life, she only does old lady shit when she needs too." His face hardened suddenly, "But nah, she's not the kind of old lady that you leave sitting at home feeding your babies and waiting to suck your dick when you get back from a run. That ain't the move brother. Your woman, she's your partner, you and her against the world. Want some advice? You, your woman and this baby you're about to have... don't forget that all that exists outside of the club. We don't always get to be there to make sure the car gets fixed and the bills get paid, so make sure she knows how to handle shit. Make sure she knows that when you're gone you're bustin' your ass to get home and that when you are home... you're really there."

~~~~ end flashback~~~~

Laying in bed in the dark he remembered when Canche had given him the same advice all those years ago. He smirked, Canche had seen clear as day that the two of them would make it. He'd told both of them so at different times in those early, uneasy days.

Next to him she shifted in her sleep and Manny couldn't help but reach for her, pull her naked body back against his own and sigh into her hair. His grip on her was tight and he had to fight back the flinch when he felt fingers brush against his arm.

"You okay?" Her voice was faint and half asleep.

"I'm okay mama, go back to sleep." He whispered back, kissing her shoulder as he gave her a reassuring squeeze.

She sighed and wiggled a little in his grasp before settling, "Feels good."

Manny smiled and hummed against her shoulder, dropping another kiss there. His hum turned into a soft groan when she wiggled against him again, "Mama…"

"Hmm?" She shifted slighty, twisted her body to look over her shoulder. The motion causing her hips to twist just slightly, so that his rapidly hardening dick settled perfectly between her ass cheeks.

He groaned again, flattening his hand out wide over her stomach, pressing her tighter against him, "Now I know you're playin' with me." He could hear her smile, that's how well he knew her, she made no sound or movement but he could feel her smiling in the short distance between them.

"That sounds good too…" With the obvious smile in her sleepy, morning voice, she guided his hand lower until she parted her legs slightly and encouraged him to touch her there.

Confidently he swiped his long, middle finger through her folds and could not control the thrust of his hips against her when he felt she was silky smooth and soaking wet. "Jesus baby." He breathed in her ear as he tugged her as close as possible and repeated to motion. Her hips twitching as he grazed her clit with the rough pad of his finger, "Want me to play with you?" He ground his erection against her hip searching for some relief while he waited for her answer.

"Yes please." She craned her neck searching for his lips.

Even in the dark he found them easily. He devoured her, kissing her long and slow, sloppy. He brought the arm behind her head up and held her there, head cradled against his bicep as he kissed her. His other hand continued to swipe the same, long, lazy finger through her folds over and over again, not stopping until he had to pull himself away to breathe. "Roll over." He breathed against her lips and savored the soft drag of her body against his as she rolled over and settled onto her stomach.

She wiggled, knowing what was coming. She loved this. When he would lay her on her stomach and tease her, please her, shower her sleepy body with the attention it craved early in the morning.

His right arm stayed tucked under her head and his body stayed close to hers, but his left hand wandered. Smoother, wide and warm, over the soft expanse of her back. In long, slow, strokes he would caress from her shoulder blade, over her ribs, over her hip and down to the swell of her ass. Dipping between her legs there to tease one single finger through the wetness before sliding his hand up the line of her spine. Where his fingers would circle the back of her neck and apply the slightest pressure before sliding further up her neck to sink his fingers into her hair to massage her scalp.

Manny would continue this motion over and over, occasionally varying his path or pressure. Sometimes he would graze the side of her breast or his fingers would reach a little further around her throat before he applied some pressure. She knew from experience that he could do this for hours depending on how he felt or how she responded.

This morning he was greedy. He eventually began to slip his hand under her completely to grope her breast, dragging her nipple between his fingers as he pulled away. His hand would paw at her ass cheek, squeezing it, jiggling it, even daring to spank her once, sharply enough to hear loud and clear in the silence. Worst of all… or best depending… he began lingering longer and longer between her legs. Finally pushing a finger, that same long and well practiced middle finger, inside her making them both moan. Then he added another and began to move them in and out, only once or twice before he would remove them and use them to drag her wetness over her puckered asshole.

This motion earned him a jerk of her hips each time and eventually he gave up on everything but that. He would fuck his fingers into her until her hips raised off the bed, begging him for more. Then he would remove them from her pussy to circle them around her second hole sending her hips back to the bed and her muscles clenching.

She was moaning into her pillow, breathless and wanting, her arms folded underneath her head and fingers gripping the sheets. "Manny… "

Hearing his name jerked him out of the trance he had slipped into. He slid his fingers down the crease of her behind and smoothly shoved his middle and forefinger into her pussy as far as they could go. His voice rasped against her ear, "Does that feel good baby?"

"Mhmm." She moaned as she once again raised her hips up from the bed, accepting the lazy thrusting of his fingers in and out of her.

Testing the waters he removed them again to circle around her asshole and she moaned again, this time though she kept her hips raised and rocked her hips the slightest bit side to side in time with his fingers. Manny half moaned, half sighed into the back of her shoulder as he continued.

Manny was an ass man and his wifes was perfect. He loved the way it looked in her jeans, the way it fit in his hands, the way it tasted on his tongue, the way it felt on his cock. She loved when he played with her there, teased her there with his fingers and his tongue. And much to Mannys enjoyment she would occasionally be in such a mood that she loved having him fuck her there.

This morning wasn't one of those moods, he could tell, but she was a horny, writhing mess, falling apart beside him as he alternated between sticking two long, thick fingers deep in her pussy and then pressing the tip of his ring finger into her puckered little asshole.

"You gonna come for me mami? Want me to keep playing with you?" He once again circled some of her own wetness around her hole before teasing his finger through the tight muscle. When he removed that finger he sucked her earlobe into his mouth and bit down on it gently before whispering in her ear, "Or do you want papi to fuck you?" and he shoved his two fingers knuckle deep into her nearly vibrating pussy.

That little show earned him a harsh bite to the bicep he was cradling her with but she was moaning while she rolled the skin between her teeth.

Manny smiled and kissed her neck, her cheek and then her lips before sitting up and pulling away from her. He grabbed his pillow, shoving it behind the headboard, then grabbed hers from underneath her, dragging it under the length of her torso to wedge it underneath her hips. He quickly settled behind her and grabbed ahold of her ass with both hands, squeezing and jiggling it before pulling back and landing one more sharp slap against the right cheek.

Her head snapped around and glared at him, one finger pressed against her lips, "Shh!" Her eyes were angry for a split second but immediately went back to pure desire as she took in her husband behind her. The faint light starting to come through the window illuminated his lean and well cut body in the grey early morning light and she could see him mouth out the words, "Sorry baby." While his right hand stroked the length of his cock.

She watched over her shoulder mesmerized as he braced himself on his knees and tugged her backwards to where he wanted her. With one hand he notched the head of his cock against her entrance and the other he splayed flat on her lower back to steady her. He licked his lips and winked at her before he let a drop of spit fall from his mouth to land on her already wet pussy then with his bottom lip between his teeth he used the head of his cock to smear the spit over her opening, mixing it with her own juices, and then pushed his hips forward.

He entered her in one long, perfect stroke and didn't stop until he met the resistance of her cervix.

Beneath him his wife moaned loudly and he leaned forward over her. Hips still rocking in and out as he pressed his lips to her ear and growled, "Better be quiet, remember." With one hand he lightly tapped her on the ass, reminding her of when she had shushed him a bit ago. "I need to put something in your mouth?"

In retaliation to his words she pushed her weight back into her hips and swayed them side to side. Manny lost his rhythm and his balance for a second and fell further forward against her. He hissed against her ear, "Fuck, do that again." She wiggled her hips side to side, as if she was riding him except from the bottom, "Shit, you know I love that mami, come and get it, chase that dick." He pulled out of her about halfway and waited.

Instead she clenched the muscles of her core around him and turned to look at him over her other shoulder, "Rub my clit and I will." She wasn't teasing or being flirty now, only telling him what she needed and he gladly obliged.

Holding his weight up on his left elbow he grabbed hold of her hand from under the pillow, threaded their fingers together and brought them to his mouth. Her pussy clamped down around him again as she watched at an awkward angle. Manny took their fingers into his mouth, two of hers and one of his, and sucked on them. Swiping his tongue around each of them until they were all wet with his saliva. Then he pulled them from his mouth with a pop and expertly moved their hands together, down to rub at her clit.

"Fuck!" She cried into the pillow and her muscles clamped around his cock again, still only sitting halfway inside her.

"C'mon mami, bring that ass back and take papis dick." His words were breathy and harsh against her ear, his breath hot and strained.

Neither of them were going to last long.

When she scooted back and rocked her hips, taking the length of him again they both moaned, more so when she started to sway her hips side to side. Manny bit the back of her shoulder as he fought not to move with her, concentrating on swiping their fingers over her clit in time with her movements and ever so often flexing so that his cock would pulse and jump inside her.

"Shit baby, shit I'm gonna cum… fuck I'm so close, please…" Her voice was still a whisper but it was trembling with the rest of her.

Manny groaned and stroked her clit faster, "I got you baby," He took back control and began slamming his hips into her as hard and deep as he could, "Fuck, I'm right there with you, this pussy is too good mami, so fucking good." His hips were starting to stutter and his thrusts were less controlled. He dropped his weight onto her completely keeping their hands beneath her but now using the motion of his hips and his weight to grind her clit down over their fingers in time with his thrusts.

"Oh god!" Her hips flattened out, chasing the tingling in her clit and Manny was able to go just a little bit deeper.

Hitting that spot hidden deep inside her until he felt her start to shake and convulse under him and around him, "That's right mami, gimme that…" he groaned before he could finish his sentence, his release taking over as he emptied himself into her greedy pussy. He was breathless as he fought to hold his weight off her, his body still jerking and twitching with his orgasm. "Holy shit…"

Every time his body twitched or shuddered his wife's body responded in kind, clenching or pulsing around him and it was a delicious cycle of aftershocks.

They both enjoyed the feeling until Manny noticed the numbness in his hand that was trapped under her hips. He pulled back, pulling out of her with a messy gush of cum and a string of breathy curse words in Spanish. Manny untangled himself from her and fell to the side, trying to catch his breath.

Beside him his wife was still shaking slightly, her face still buried in the pillows.

Manny stroked a thumb over the palm of her hand, sticky with her own wetness, working the circulation back into it until she moved to look at him. Once her eyes met his he brought her fingers to his mouth again to lick and suck them until they were clean.

With a giggle she buried her head back into the pillows and relaxed completely. "Good morning." She mumbled.

Manny laughed, stretched his arms up over his head and sank back into the bedding , "Morning beautiful."

~~~

When she came out of their bedroom showered and dressed in cutoffs and a tank top Manny looked up from the stove with a smile. "Morning beautiful." He threw her a wink as he turned back to the quesadilla he was flipping on the burner.

"Morning mami!" Bella was bouncing up and down on one of the kitchen stools with a mouthful of food.

Manny watched as his wife padded across the kitchen, "Morning mija." She kissed their daughter on the head and then turned to him. She took in the sight of him shirtless and barefoot in just a pair of basketball shorts, "Morning handsome." They gave each other a quick kiss as she passed him on her way to the coffee pot. "Quesadilla's for breakfast?"

"Papi said he'd make whatever I wanted!" Bella spun around on the stool again and again, "So we're having quesadillas and then he's gonna take us to Starbucks on the way to school!"

Manny met his wife's eyes over her coffee cup and winked at her again. "So, you better hurry up and eat if y'all want your Starbucks." He cut up a second quesadilla handing half to her and took a bite of the other half himself.

"Says the one who isn't even dressed yet." She arched her eyebrows at him and leaned against the island next to Bella.

Manny wiped off the skillet and turned the heat off shaking his head. He walked behind his wife on his way towards the bedroom and placed his hands on her hips, leaning to whisper in her ear, "Go ahead ma, pretend you're complainin'." He gave her a pinch to her thigh and kiss to her temple. He spoke up and pointed at Bella, "Okay finish eating and then clean up for mama yeah?"

Bella nodded shoving the rest of her quesadilla in her mouth and hurrying to tidy up the kitchen.

"Happy to have tu papa home aren't you?" She ran her fingers through her daughters hair as she watched her stack the plates in the sink. The smile on her face said it all. "Yo tambien mija, yo tambien."

She helped her daughter clean up and they were done just in time for Manny to come back dressed and ready to go. "Entonces, quien quiere cafe hmm?" Manny ushered them both out the door, his kutte in one hand and keys to his wifes SUV in the other, "Venga, venga, venga!"

Bella went running ahead of them, her backpack bouncing as she ran to the driveway and climbed into the seat before either of her parents could even get out the front door. "The last thing that girl needs is anything with caffeine in it."

Manny chuckled as they walked to the car, "We'll get her teacher a good bottle of wine for teacher appreciation day."

"Very smooth, very smooth. Still though... Starbucks for breakfast, really?"

He smiled as he opened the passenger door and held it open for his wife, "Anything for my girls." He had been gone too long to not spoil them a little.

She drops her voice quieter, "What're you gonna do if we have a boy this time?" Her smile is a little shy but also bright and hopeful.

Manny beamed, "Enjoy a fair fight for a change."

His wife shoved at him playfully, "Just for that I'm gonna do my best to make sure it's a girl. So you're outnumbered the rest your life."

He was still smiling when she climbed into the passenger seat, "You know that's the way I like it." He winked at her as he shut the door and walked around to the drivers side.

~~~

Thank you all for reading!

[bonnevia]

hii would you be willing to write a masc reader x abby where the reader is still really feminine just likes presenting more masculine like shorter hair and sorta strong but not as strong as abby idk if not that’s chill just thought i’d ask have a great day :))

hii! i'm really tired right now so i wrote this in hcs kind of

she would at first be scared to approach you

she would feel intimidated by your strong arms and muscled thighs

but once she was finally pushed to talk to you she was really surprised

you would always giggle when she said something funny, bringing your hands up to cover the growing blush on your cheeks

she would tease you about it fs

"shuddup, abs..."

she would laugh it off when you would playfully hit her arm

but in reality her stomach would explode with butterflies whenever you would offer to massage her after a workout

and she would do it for you too ofc

you would walk into your apartment from the gym to find her already sat on your bed, arms spread

"c'mere" she would mumble

she didnt even know she had a crush on you until manny was talking about a hookup and she was like

'omg thats totally me and (y/n)!!'

and so one night you would invite her to your place to watch a movie

and would just end up staring at the way her abs would tense every time she laughs

it would end with her breathlessly confessing 'could be us' during a sex scene

[theesirenteller]

𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝟒𝐌𝐞

🩸Let's grab a gold switch blade

And make us a blood pact, babe

To love and to fuck and to only see ourselves

And remember this 🩸

𝘿𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙬, 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙨 ' 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙍𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣 ' . 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙖 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙮. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙥 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣. 𝙎𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣. 𝙈𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙'𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙆𝙚𝙮𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙖 𝙂𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙛 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝘽𝙚𝙩𝙝 𝘽𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙...𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙇 𝙊𝙉 𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙃.

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Runaway - Chapter Twenty Four.

Well, folks. The end of the story is here. Thank you so, so much for being such a wonderful, engaging audience. I’m thrilled you enjoyed it! Right, let’s say bye bye to the little family, shall we? 

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Tumbling bliss, hot caresses to her neck, his weight on top of her as his long, thick cock arrowed her deeply, her hands sliding down his back as her thighs tensed against him, his mouth pressing to hers in a searing kiss. “Mmm, I love you.”

“Love you, too.” More kisses followed this, Hannah feeling her heart bloom. Finally, she had everything she wanted, all under one roof. It had all arrived with her so fluidly, too. No fuss, no drama, just the swift enabling for Manny to exit his old life and move on with her. She’d awoken at several points in the night, around Lola’s stirring with her sore gums from teething, wondering if she was dreaming, reaching out for Manny.  

“I’m still here.” he’d comically grumbled into the pillows, before wrapping her in his arms as they’d mostly cat napped around their daughter’s squealing. They at least had twenty seconds to catch their breath after their morning sex session before she started up again.  

“Is that better, tiny girl?”  

Hannah snorted with laughter as Manny brought Lola into the bed, who was gumming on a carrot. “Why have you given her that?”

“Because her teething rings weren’t in the fridge, so I put ‘em in there and gave her this for now. Nice and cold, huh bubs?” Lola was very content, grinning as she drooled all over herself, beginning to giggle with delight as her daddy pulled ridiculous faces at her, those shrieking giggles of joy making her parents laugh hard.

“Is your daddy silly, little sweet? Is he?” Hannah cooed, Lola bringing the carrot back to her mouth, the cold vegetable relieving her sore gums, gurgling happily. With her mouth beginning to calm down, she began to nod, Hannah taking the carrot away, Manny resting her down between them as she drifted off again.  

“How’d we get so lucky to be here, huh?” His fond words made her beam, kissing his palm when he reached to stroke her cheek.  

“I think we’re owed it, something going our way, finding a path back to one another.” Her eyes were adoring as they found his, Manny’s hand moving to stroke circles at her neck.  

“Do me one thing?”

“What?” she asked.

“Never stop looking at me like that, not even for a second.” She leaned to kiss him, rubbing her nose against his softly.

“Never,” she promised. “Well, unless you irritate me, then you get the mean eyebrows.” He laughed at her playful scowl, kissing her again.  

“I still can’t believe it, that she was the one to call time on it,” he began, echoing back to the events of the previous night. “Well, actually I guess I can. If I’m honest, I had noticed her becoming a little distant with me. I guess she was working it all out in her head for a while, whether she really wanted to stay with me or not, and because of what I was heading into with you, I just didn’t realise fully to what extent. I still feel bad about it all. Regardless of everything to do with Lola, I shouldn’t have cheated on her. I ain’t ever done that to a girl before, I’m not that way inclined.”

Hannah nodded, understanding where he was coming from. She’d never, ever resorted to using Carmen’s own failings to justify hers, and she wasn’t about to start. Not one of them had behaved faultlessly in all of this. “Accepting our blame in this is growth, I suppose, no matter who walked out on who in the end, or why they did. Did she mention anything in her note about the wedding cancelling, if she’s doing it? If she isn’t, I can help you with that, if you like?”

He smiled, grateful of her offer. “I dunno, darlin’. I guess I should probably call her and check. I wanna see if she’s alright too, you know?”  

She could understand that; it was very indicative of his nature, regardless of the obvious. “Alright, no problem. So, do you just want to hang out and chill today? I don’t have any plans, I made myself completely available in the event of everything going poorly with Carmen, in case you needed a port in the storm.”  

“You wanna head out to eat? See how much of a mess the small person gets into with her mush?” Lola had just turned six months old, meaning that solid foods could be introduced. Mostly, she liked to introduce them to her parents, as they’d learned if they didn’t hold onto the bowl of baby food before her, Lola picking it up and launching it through the air, or upending it onto her head, all while laughing with glee.  

“Yeah, that’s a nice idea!” Hannah agreed, getting up and beginning to gather the laundry, Manny grabbing Lola and going to get her breakfast while the bed linen was stripped. After heading down to the basement laundry room and throwing all of the clothes and linen in, she arrived back to see Manny feeding a reluctant Lola, who persisted in turning her head, fussing over her food.

“Oh come on, you liked this one!” he spoke, offering the spoon forth once more. Nope. “It’s strawberry oatmeal, it’s good stuff.” He took the mouthful himself, raising his eyebrow. “Yeah, bubs. If you don’t want it, imma eat it all.” At seeing him take a second spoonful, Lola suddenly decided that she did indeed want it, her mouth dropping open after making a little noise of complaint.

“I think you just found the way to make her eat when she doesn’t want to, pretend like you’re going to eat it all,” Hannah noted, moving into the kitchen. “You want a bagel?”

“Please,” he confirmed, cleaning off Lola’s gooey chin with the spoon. God, the simplicity of it. There he was, with his girl and his baby, enjoying a quiet Sunday morning, nothing niggling at the back of his mind, no cloud hanging over him. He was free to be what he wanted to be. All theirs.  

The smile didn’t leave his face all day.  

“Imma call my mom and ask her to look after Lola for a few hours tonight,” he spoke later that afternoon, after they’d finished lunch at the small, casual restaurant they’d visited. “I wanna take you out someplace, just us.”  

Hannah reached for his hand, leaning to kiss him. “That’d be great, where are going?”

He smiled, thumbs stroking her hands. “It’s a surprise.” It shouldn’t have been really, when at 7pm that evening, they pulled up outside the Locust and Fly. Right where they’d begun.  

“Well, no one can accuse you of not being sentimental,” she spoke, climbing from his bike, remembering it all so clearly in her mind, standing there fifteen and a half months earlier in her wedding dress, picking pins from her hair.  

Looking at the bar and then back at her, he winked. “Where’s a better place to continue than going back to where we began, huh?” She couldn’t agree more, taking his hand before they headed through the door. This time, of course, no one offered them congratulations on a marriage they hadn’t actually entered. Getting married was perhaps the furthest thing from their minds, and continued to be too, as the months together passed by. They wouldn’t get to at any point soon either, as it turned out.  

They’d been together for eighteen months when Hannah received the phone call that was to change their lives forever, Bishop’s voice down the line strained as he delivered the news.  

“Sweetheart, you need to get to the hospital. It’s Manny, he’s been shot.”  

Two in the chest, one in his hip and one in the stomach. How he’d hung on until reaching the hospital, nobody knew. How he’d survived the surgery, crashing twice as the doctors worked tirelessly to save him, nobody knew. It was even more miraculous that Hannah hadn’t gone into early labour with their second daughter from the stress of it, six months pregnant at the time, out of her mind with worry for the seven hours he’d spent on the operating table.  

Nobody saw the result of what had happened to him coming, either.  

“I can’t do it anymore, darlin’,” he revealed to Hannah, when he was awake and able to breathe on his own, his weak lungs burning with effort after the surgery to repair them. It took her a moment, to realise what he meant. “I can’t risk it, this possibly happening again. I love my brothers, I love my club, but I love you and our girls more. One ain’t even here yet, and she very nearly didn’t get to meet her daddy.”  

After months of painful, slow recovery, his decision was definitely made. The brush with death was simply too close for comfort for him. His brother’s understood, his decision to leave the Mayan’s behind more than amicable. It would never be anything less, since the bullets he’d taken had been because he’d stood in front of his president, saving Bishop’s life.  

“We’re good, Manny. We always will be. Just you come back and see us, you’re always welcome here.” he’d vouched, Manny taking off his kutte at the table and hugging each man who sat at it in turn, walking away from it, knowing exactly where his next destination was.  

Home.  

Manny, Hannah, Lola and baby Rosie, named after her much missed great-grandmother, who had passed away the year before, moved into Blackstone Ranch six months after the shooting, Ed quietly thrilled to have his family there with him, after months of insisting he was fine on his own after his darling Rosita had departed, not wanting his family to worry. “We need to make him feel like he’s doing us a favour, and not the other way around.” Hannah had spoken before Manny had approached him with the idea, her other half agreeing such was best.  

They all knew, though, that they were helping each other.  

“Come on, Hannah banana,” Manny called, leading out Ace to her, who since moving in had truly become her horse, Ed seeing how joyful she was whenever sat upon his back and gifting him to her. “Get that coffee drank quick, we got cattle to go drive in.”  

It was five thirty in the morning, and their children slept on, their live-in nanny Beverly on duty while the adults of the house set about their work. Hannah’s accounting business was still in existence, covering small businesses in and around her new home of La Paz County, as well as further afield with some of her old clients, but mostly her work consisted of helping with the horses while Manny and his grandfather saw to the cattle side of the ranch. Where bringing them in was concerned, though, she could never resist climbing aboard Ace and offering her help.  

“Alright, alright. Cool your jets.” Taking a final swig, she set the mug down next to the mounting block, climbing up the steps before jumping aboard her horse, giving him a good scratch on the neck while Manny returned to fetch Lyra, the last offspring of his beloved Midnight, the mare a little too old now to be ridden out for longer periods of time, her six-year-old now his daily four legged transport.  “I can’t get over how much she looks like Midnight. Even down to her mane.”  

Manny looked down at Lyra, patting her neck before gathering her reins up. “Yeah, don’t she? Ain’t quite as well behaved yet, but imma give her time. Just like Rosie and her sleeping through the damned night. I can’t wait until she starts following her sister.”  

The baby had kept them both awake multiple times the following night, of course still requiring regular feeding throughout. “Yeah, I’m looking forward to us having to virtually drag her out of bed, too.” she laughed, thinking of how now at two and a half, Lola loved to sleep. It was no irregular occurrence, to find her returned to her bed after she’d eaten breakfast. She never, ever fought against taking a nap. Neither did her mom and dad when the opportunity presented itself around their full-time work and raising her and her sister.  

Ed, Raymond, Ned and Simon all waited for them over by the paddock gate aboard their own steeds, the six riding off as the sun began to break over the horizon. Red and orange burst through the dark ink of the early morning, warming the Arizonan terrain with golden orange, Hannah turning to Manny and smiling.  

“That’s a big smile you got for me there, mamas,” he observed. “Whatcha thinking about?”

“I was feeling thankful,” she began, reaching for his hand after gathering the reins in her other. “Thankful that just under three and a half years ago, you decided to ride down All Saints Boulevard.”

“And found you, running in your wedding dress through the traffic, huh?” he laughed, squeezing her fingers in his. “Think I can ever talk you into putting on another again?”  

As she watched the sun begin to full rise, gilding his handsome face, her smile widened, winking at him. “Maybe. But if we don’t, then this is enough for me. You’re enough for me just as you are.”  

That was good enough for him.  

The End.  

[westcoastcreative]

Yoga and Coffee on a Quiet Morning With Manny

Rated M

831 words

Might do a series of little vignettes like this with Manny Mayans x his lady / you, around the house and such. I think I have officially transitioned to hornier for Manny Mayans than I am for Rio. 😬💦

Thx for reading. ♥️🌹☕️

The first time Manny was called to make a day trip to Santo Padre and back after a long stint at home, he stepped out of he and his wife’s bedroom ready for the day at 8:30 a.m.

The boys didn’t expect him at the Yuma clubhouse until at least three hours later — the times of appointments weren’t so exact in the world of his business endeavors as they were in his wife’s more traditional daytime work schedule.

She was face down atop her yoga mat, which she’d perched on their plush living room rug as she did every morning after returning from dropping Bella off at school and before she got her work-from-home day started.

Manny had seen his wife stretch the same way and caught long glimpses of it hundreds of times since she’d decided it was essential to starting her day on the best note. The number of times he’d witnessed the sight didn’t make it any less rousing for him many years into marriage.

The tight-fitting leggings and sports bras she wore for the practice accentuated the dipping in of her waist, poking out of her ass and thick muscles of her thighs. It was his second-favorite type of his wife’s attire — after the short silk nighties and robes she wore to bed each night.

Catching her in either tapped into something primal for her husband. His eyes glinted with hungry interest immediately every time. It was a feeling that simultaneously combined wanting to protect and nurture her at all costs and also get his hands on her; arms around her; cock buried inside her perfect pussy.

Manny watched his wife deepen her stretch into pigeon pose from his vantage point in their open format kitchen as he poured himself his first cup of coffee. He kept his eyes on the backside of her body as he reached for the coconut creamer that her trendy, sweet taste had gotten him hooked on. As he took a first sip of the hot, creamy liquid, he inhaled its scent with gratitude for quiet moments like this one — when he had her right there next to him.

There was a time when neither of them knew if their story would end up like this — them together. A few times, actually. But something pure, real and right kept drawing them back to one another. When the timing was aligned for their authentic connection to really fruit, damn if it wasn’t the best he’d ever had.

She’d told him it was the same for her.

They both meant it. They were both ready for it. Finally grown — really grown — enough for it. The rest was magnetic, healthy and happy love. Just the type of sex that suited both of their tastes, too.

Manny would never take what he found with her for granted.

His wife looked up at him and smiled, relaxing her face out of its deep focus to take in what his eyes looked like watching her.

Manny smirked, knowing she’d caught him with that glaze of lust formed over his eyes, unable to help it. He let it be what it was and chose not to break the peaceful silence held between them.

As his wife rose and walked over to him, Manny inhaled sharply at the sight of her perky tits positioned high and partially exposed in a low cut navy wrap-around sports bra.

She reached out and took the mug from his hands, stealing a sip of his coffee with eyebrows raised suggestively, no words uttered.

Manny took the mug back when she offered it, then watched her ass as it sashayed away down the hall.

A few minutes later, he found her staring at her topless form in the mirror of their master bath, gently rubbing oils into her face after she’d washed it. Manny wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and smiled as he watched both their nose rings sparkle together in the mirror.

“Glad you got those hips nice and opened up for me,” Manny spoke softly against the side of her temple. “They’re gonna need it for what I got in mind when I get back tonight,” his eyes returned to meet hers in the mirror.

His wife’s lids lowered and lips pursed as her face took on its own hungry-for-him expression that she wasn’t going to try to hide.

She nodded, mental noting for the millionth time how he’d somehow gotten more handsome with age. It was almost too much. She sank back into him, admiring how he brought such comfort, confidence and swagger to the casually buttoned-up look he chose for club business.

“I’ll be back by midnight,” Manny kissed her cheek before pulling away, leaving her to it.

Just before he walked out the door, he reached back to grab her asscheek with an assertive, rocking motion.

“Be naked when I get home.”

“I shouldn’t be later than midnight, baby,” he rasped against her ear, pinching her hips as he pulled away to let her get back to it. “Be naked when I get home.”

When he was arms length away he reached out and grabbed her asscheek with an assertive grip and rocking motion. “Be naked when I get home.”

“Be naked when I get home.”

“Be naked when I get home.”

“Be naked when I get home.”